♡⃣you can't sleep because of your parents fighting. you crash at jj's house, but accidentally disturb his sleep when you move too much.
pairing ! :⠀fem!reader x bsfdealer!jj.
warnings ! :⠀smut. handjob. fingering. swearing. blowjob. cum in mouth. male masturbation. unprotected penetration. abusive household.
the shouting downstairs, the sound of glass breaking, doors slamming. and you can’t breathe when it gets like that, so you do what you always do. crawl out the window and ride your bike straight to the only place you ever feel safe.
it’s late, way past midnight, and your hands shake a little when you knock on his door. jj answers faster than you expect, blond hair messy, a beer bottle still in his hand.
and the second his eyes land on you, you watch him soften. your wet lashes, hoodie zipped but not all the way, and pajama shorts too small for this kind of night.
“hey, hey” his voice drops low, barely above the music coming from inside. “what happened?”
you don’t answer. you just grab him, arms around his waist and face buried in his chest. he smells like weed and saltwater and jj, and suddenly the knot in your throat burns.
“sorry” you mumble against him, rubbing your eyes like a kid. “i just— i couldn’t stay there tonight.”
but then you realize he isn’t alone. there are two guys slouched on the couch, baggies and lighters scattered across the table, smoke curling around their heads. they look at you the second you step inside, and it’s that slow head-to-toe look.
“yo, jj." one of them says, a smirk tugging at his mouth. “this your girl?”
“nah, man. just a friend.” jj’s arm tenses around you, shaking his head.
then he leans down, close enough that only you hear it. “go to my room, yeah? i’ll be there in a sec.”
and because it’s jj, because you trust him even when you shouldn’t, you nod. you walk past the guys with their heavy stares, and shut his bedroom door behind you.
by the time the front door slams and the voices fade, you’re already half-asleep on his bed. the mattress dips and you flinch, eyes snapping open, but it’s just him. his hand on your arm, his voice softer than when he talked to the guys.
“hey, it’s me. you’re good.”
you swallow hard, eyes burning all over again.
“they were so loud tonight, j. like… i thought…” your voice cracks, and you hate how small you sound.
jj doesn’t let you finish. he just pulls you against him, holds you like he’s done it a hundred times.
“who were those guys?” you ask after a moment, your voice muffled in his shirt. he hesitates, which is answer enough.
“just… some friends of barry’s.”
you pull back to look at him.
“don’t worry about it, alright? i got it handled.” he coughs, like he wants to bury the topic, then forces a grin. “so you crashing here tonight?”
“i don’t wanna go home.” you admit, fiddling with the edge of his sheet.
“your parents are gonna kill me if they find out you keep sneakin’ over here.”
you laugh, a little watery. “what, you kicking me out?”
“no.” his smile tilts, tired but real. “was actually planning on hooking up with some tourist later, but…” he shrugs, eyes meeting yours. “guess i’ll stay in instead.”
you roll your eyes.
“guess i’ll take the couch.” he mumbles after a while, already starting to sit up. you grab his arm before he can move.
“no. stay here.”
he quirks a brow, smirking a little.
“but you always move too much when you sleep.”
your eyes narrow, lips pressing into a thin line. “jj.”
he laughs at the look you give him, hands raised in mock surrender. “okay, okay. i’ll stay.”
he disappears into the bathroom, and you can hear the sound of water running, the scrape of his toothbrush against his teeth.
when he comes back, you’re already tucked on one side of his bed, blanket pulled to your chest, phone lighting up your face. missed calls and texts. you sigh, thumb locking the screen.
jj doesn’t say anything, just pulls his shirt over his head, tossing it somewhere on the floor before flicking off the light. he climbs in beside you, the mattress dipping under his weight.
“you know." he murmurs, voice teasing in the dark. “if your parents knew you were sleeping with me right now they’d actually kill me.”
you whip your head toward him, eyes wide even in the dark. “yeah. that sounded so bad.”
he chuckles, the sound low, warm. “i meant literally sleeping in my bed. not like that.”
your lips twitch, finally softening into a small smile. “goodnight, jj.”
“sweet dreams, princess.”
sleep comes easier than you thought it would, but the problem with jj being this close is that your body doesn’t care about boundaries, not even in dreams. you toss, you turn, and eventually your back ends up pressed flush against him. your ass nudges against his hip, his thigh, making him cling to the very edge of the mattress just to keep from touching you too much.
he’s dead asleep at first, but then—friction.
so slight he almost thinks he’s imagining it, until you shift again in your sleep, pushing back into him without meaning to. he groans softly, the sound slipping out before he can stop it. his eyes blink open, hazy from sleep, and he realizes he’s already half hard, straining against his shorts.
“god no." he breathes under his breath, forehead pressing to the pillow. he pokes your arm gently, whispering. “hey… hey, wake up.”
you only stir, mumbling something incoherent, moving just enough to roll a little closer to the middle of the bed. it gives him space, takes away the pressure, and he exhales a shaky sigh of relief.
but then he misses it. the warmth, the contact.
he stares at the ceiling, wide awake now. his hand drags over his face, debating and fighting himself. then slowly, almost helplessly, he inches closer again.
your back fits against his chest like it belongs there, and his hips brush yours all over again. his breath shudders out of him, because god, he’s so touch-starved it hurts.
jj tries to be good. really, he does. he tells himself it’s just your body shifting in your sleep, just an accident. but then you press into him again.
he grinds, just once, slow, and his eyes flutter shut because it feels so fucking good. the ache low in his stomach spikes, and before he knows it, he’s rolling onto his back, one arm thrown over his face like maybe that’ll stop him from completely losing it.
he shouldn’t, he knows he shouldn’t. he should get up, sneak to the bathroom, lock the door and take care of it there. but then his gaze drags to you.
you're curled on your side, lips parted, those tiny shorts riding up your thighs. and his self-control slips through his fingers.
his hand presses against his cock through his shorts, the friction making him groan softly, head tipping back into the pillow. it’s too much, too good, and he can’t stop.
“fuck.” he breathes, hips lifting into his palm, desperate for more relief.
he shoves his shorts down just enough, wraps his hand around himself, and the first stroke makes his whole body shiver. he moves faster than he means to, hand slick, hips rolling up into it, and the little grunts spilling from his throat are getting louder, enough to cut through the quiet.
the bed shifts under his movements, the mattress dipping and creaking softly. you stir. a sleepy little whimper slips from your lips, and jj freezes, panic flooding him instantly.
your lashes flutter, eyes heavy as you shift, searching for him even half-asleep. your leg drapes lazily across his thigh, holding him in place.
jj curses under his breath, his hand stills, cock throbbing painfully in his grip.
“don’t—” he whispers, voice hoarse, leaning close to you. “go back to sleep, princess. please.”
his heart hammers so loud he swears you can hear it. he’s cursing himself silently, because what the fuck is he doing? touching himself next to you, like some perverted dude.
he drags his palm over his face, chest rising and falling hard. he should stop. he should definitely stop. but then his hand shifts lower, brushing over your bare thigh. just barely like he can’t resist.
you twitch under his touch, a sleepy little hum leaving your throat.
“jj?" your voice is raspy and soft, like it always gets when you first wake up.
he freezes, but his hand doesn’t move away.
your eyes flutter open slowly, hazy from sleep, finding him beside you.
the sight makes your stomach twist—his flushed face, his hand still at his cock, his lips parted, guilty and needy all at once.
your voice is small, confused. “are you…?”
he squeezes his eyes shut. “shit.”
you push yourself up fast, heart pounding, staring at him. his hair a mess, chest heaving, pupils blown wide, his hand falling away like he’s ashamed.
“sorry." he mutters, voice rough. “fuck, i’m sorry, i didn’t—”
but the words die when your hand slides over his stomach, then lower, wrapping around him where he’s still hard, slick and heavy in your palm.
jj chokes on his breath, eyes darting to yours. but he doesn’t say anything. he can’t.
you stroke him slowly, watching his face.
“you... you like this?” your voice barely above a whisper.
his throat bobs, lips parting, and all he can do is nod.
the heat between you two is too thick to breathe in. you can’t help it. you unzip your hoodie, letting it fall open, your bra the only thing covering you underneath. jj’s eyes flick down, then back up to your face, like he doesn’t dare ask for more. like he’s scared the second he does you’ll pull away. so he just lets it happen.
you crawl lower, in between his thighs, and he doesn’t move. doesn’t even breathe, until your mouth replaces your hand, warm and wet around his cock.
jj groans, his head tipping back, fist clenching tight in the sheets. “jesus christ—”
you take your time, feeling him twitch on your tongue. his hips lift without him meaning to, fucking into your mouth like he can’t control it.
he’s close fast, way too fast.
“wait—, wait, you gotta stop, i’m gonna—”
but you don’t. you keep going, swallowing every sound he makes until he breaks apart with a strangled groan, finishing in your mouth, his whole body shuddering.
you lift your head slowly, wiping your lips, your chest rising and falling hard. jj’s hand shoots out, grabbing the front of your hoodie, dragging you up to him.
he kisses you rough, desperate, tasting himself on your tongue, groaning into your mouth as you swallow together.
when you finally break apart, both of you breathing heavy, you just stare at him.
“what the fuck was that, jj?” your voice is shaky. “why the hell were you jerking off right next to me?”
jj scrubs a hand over his face, still catching his breath, chest rising and falling hard.
“i didn’t— fuck, i didn’t mean to, alright?” his voice is low, defensive, like he’s trying to convince himself. “i just got horny, and you were right there, and—”
he shakes his head, teeth gritting, then shoots you a look. “but— huh? you are the one that just gave me head!"
you can’t answer. your lips part, your throat dry, but nothing comes out. you roll your eyes instead, huffing, and flop onto your side with your back to him.
“whatever, jj.”
he stares at you in the dim light. the room goes quiet for a beat. then suddenly he’s moving. the blanket yanks down, his hand curling around the waistband of your tiny shorts, tugging them down in one swift.
“what— the fuck are you doing?” you snap, twisting to look at him.
but his gaze drops instantly, and his breath catches. you’re wet. soaked, actually, the thin fabric of your panties sticking to you.
“so mad and for what.” his lips curl into a grin, low and smug. you whine, covering your face with your hands.
“you’re so annoying.”
he laughs, leaning over you, one hand sliding over your bare hip while the other palms your ass. “annoying, huh?”
his hand slips between your thighs, fingers brushing against your damp panties, and you jolt, a soft sound escaping your throat before you can stop it.
“doesn’t sound like i’m that annoying.” his voice is cocky.
you don’t push him away when he’s groping you, not when his fingers tease the fabric clinging to your folds. you’re letting him.
jj’s smirk deepens when you don’t stop him. your thighs shift, but not to push him away—just restless, nervous, like you don’t know what to do with yourself.
“mhm. i did that.” he mutters, dragging his fingers slowly over the damp spot on your panties. the sound you make when he presses down has his cock twitching all over again. “acting all pissed at me, but you’re pussy's soaked.”
“shut up.” you whine, face burning.
he chuckles, low and dirty, before tugging your shorts the rest of the way down. he tosses them off the bed, then hooks his fingers into your panties too.
“maybank—” you start, but it comes out more like a gasp when he pulls them aside, finally seeing you bare in the moonlight.
you squirm, but his hand is already there, fingers slipping between your folds, gathering your wetness. the first drag of his fingertip against your clit makes your hips jerk.
“oh my god—” you breathe, nails digging into the sheets.
he circles your clit lazily, watching the way you twitch under his touch. he pushes a finger into you without warning, making you arch. your walls clutch around him immediately. he groans, pumping it in and out.
“shit, princess, you’re choking my finger.”
"i mean— you do have big fingers..." you hide your face in the pillow, whining.
but his free hand tugs your hair just enough to tilt your head back so he can see your expression. he adds another finger, stretching you, curling them just right until your moans turn higher.
“nah. don’t hide from me.”
his thumb brushes your clit, and you’re a mess already, hips rocking into his hand.
“wait— jj, j—”
he grins against your ear. “feeling good?”
you nod desperately, and that’s all it takes for him to pull his fingers out, leaving you clenching around nothing.
“relax. you'll like this.” he says, sliding down the bed.
before you can argue, his tongue is flat against your folds, groaning like he’s starved.
“holy shit.” he mumbles against you, licking a long stripe up your pussy before wrapping his lips around your clit.
your hand flies to his hair, tugging, thighs trembling as he eats you out like he’s been waiting his whole life for this. every flick of his tongue, every suck, drags you closer, and when he slides those fingers back inside while sucking your clit—you come hard.
a strangled cry leaving your throat as your hips grind against his mouth. jj moans into you, drinking it.
“you taste even better than i imagined.”
you’re still panting when he crawls back up, hovering over you. his shorts are already halfway down his hips, his cock heavy and hard, pressing against your thigh.
“so... do you want my cock inside your pussy? hm?" he says, voice rough, though his eyes already know you want it.
you grab his shoulders, pulling him down. “yeah just—fuck me, jj.”
that’s all he needs to line himself up, pushes in slowly, and both of you gasp at the stretch.
“jesus—” he groans, dropping his forehead to yours. “why are you this thight?”
“jj, can you just— move.”
he bottoms out, giving you a second to adjust before pulling back and snapping his hips forward again. the bed creaks, the air filling with the sound of skin slapping, his groans mixing with your moans.
“you feel—fuck—so good.” jj grits out, his pace quickening.
your nails dig into his back, your body arching into his as he pounds into you, hitting deep with every thrust.
“mhm!— faster!— jj i’m—”
he growls against your neck, his thrusts growing rougher, more desperate.
your climax crashes over you, clenching around him so tight it drags a strangled curse from his throat. he buries himself deep, grinding against you as you pulse around him.
“fuckfuckfuck—” he groans, spilling inside you, hips stuttering.
both of you collapse into the sheets, breathless, sweaty, tangled together in the dark.
for a long moment, it’s silent except for your ragged breathing. then you finally whisper, half-teasing and half-serious.
“you’re still an asshole for jerking off next to me.”
jj just laughs, pressing a lazy kiss to your shoulder. “yeah, but you liked it.”
you’re perched on jj’s bed, in one of his ratty tees that smells like him, bare legs folded, one knee up, thumbs moving lazily across his phone. you’d been sure you’d catch him slipping. maybe a flirty snap, maybe a text.
it's not that you don’t trust him, but jj maybank just seems like that type of frat boy with a wandering dick. but no. he’s an idiot, yeah, but a loyal idiot. no secret dms, no sketchy apps, just a ridiculous amount of memes he saves to send to you later.
you’re chewing your lip, debating it, when the door creaks.
“hey, pretty.” rafe’s voice. lazy and smooth, like he’s already amused. you don’t even glance up. just hum out a distracted.
“hi, rafey.”
you don’t notice how his eyes immediately drop to your thighs, to the way jj’s shirt barely covers you, or the glimpse of your black lace panties when your leg shifts.
rafe lingers in the doorway for a second, he hums, casual. then, he pushes inside, shutting the door behind him before flopping onto the mattress beside you. he always does this, too touchy, sitting too close, acting like jj’s girl is half his too.
“what are we snooping for today, baby?” he teases, leaning close enough that his shoulder brushes yours. “you findin’ proof he’s cheating or proof he’s dumber than we already knew?”
you wrinkle your nose and shush him, totally unbothered by how near he is.
“shut up. just don’t tell him. seriously.”
“you know i don't snitch." he chuckles low, hand reaching out to toy lazily with the hem of jj’s shirt, tugging at the fabric so it stretches. his knuckles almost graze your chest, and you squirm, still not clocking how intentional it is.
“thought you two were done fucking.” rafe murmurs, eyes flicking to the bathroom door. “figured i’d come back after you wore him out.”
that makes you pout, finally looking at him, shaking your head. “he’s still showering. took forever.”
rafe’s grin spreads slow. “hm. poor girl.”
you huff, shove jj’s phone back onto the nightstand, and flop dramatically against the pillows just as the bathroom door swings open. jj approaches with wet hair, towel slung low around his hips.
he spots rafe instantly and groans. “jesus christ, bro. can’t you, like, not?”
“don’t cream your pants, maybank." rafe teases, smirking like it’s the easiest thing in the world.
“please. you wish.” jj snorts.
“you took so long, j.” you whine softly, crawling toward jj on your knees, all needy.
jj’s smirk softens at you, and in one swift move, he’s crowding you, big palm gripping your jaw as he kisses you all messy and wet, like he missed you even though it was 20 minutes.
“oh my god. you two are disgusting.” rafe mutters.
jj breaks the kiss just long enough to throw him a look over his shoulder. “door’s right there, asshole.”
“nah.” rafe laughs, rolling to his own bed across the room. “not sleeping in another sorority chick’s bed tonight. those girls are fucking feral.”
you giggle, nodding like you know exactly what he means. “we really are.”
jj pinches your waist, whining, “baby. don’t agree with him. he’s cockblocking us.” he pulls you closer, shamelessly groping you over his shirt. “now we can’t fuck because of stupid rafe.”
you whine at jj, voice pitched soft and needy, and he just sighs like he’s used to your dramatics.
“i’m turning the lights off, man.” he tosses the words across the room toward rafe.
“yeah, don’t be thinking of me while your girl’s jerking you off.”
jj groans, rolling his eyes, “bro, i always think of you.”
“ew." you kick jj lightly in protest. “we’re just cuddling.”
"sure, baby." rafe mutters, watching from his bed.
jj drags himself up to click off the light switch. the room falls dark except for the glow of rafe’s phone. when jj crawls back, he immediately flops against you, head pillowed on your boobs.
for a few seconds it’s quiet, the only sound of whatever tiktok rafe’s scrolling through. then jj shifts, lips pressing against the thin fabric of his old shirt stretched over your chest. his tongue flicks over one nipple through the fabric and you stiffen, hands automatically threading through his damp hair, trying not to make a sound.
the bed creaks when you squirm, rubbing yourself against jj’s thigh without even meaning to, your body chasing friction. he lets you, doesn’t even tease you for it, just hums against your skin and presses a kiss to your neck.
then his palm slides up, covers your mouth. jj breathes, eyes cutting to the side because the noise of rafe’s tiktoks has paused.
“oh my fucking god.” rafe groans.
you shut your eyes, face burning. “m' s-sorry.” you mumble into jj’s shoulder. jj just groans, hand smoothing down your back, totally unfazed.
“she’s just needy, man. needs to get off somehow.” "shut up, j." his tone is so casual it makes you want to die.
rafe sighs. he’s pissed now, you can hear it in the scrape of his voice. his footsteps heavy as he stands, footsteps heavy.
he stops at the side of jj’s bed. his eyes drag over the scene of you curled up against jj, panties riding up, rubbing against jj’s leg like you’re helpless.
“fucking hell.” rafe curses under his breath, and then his hand presses down right where you’re grinding. just to check.
you jerk, squirming, heat flooding your face. jj doesn’t even lift his head.
“what the fuck are you doing, cameron?”
rafe rolls his eyes like you can’t be serious.
“you two are making me hard, what the fuck do you expect?” then his palm cracks lightly against your ass. you gasp, snapping your head up,
“that was so rude.”
jj sighs, long and lazy, like he’s too tired to care. “yeah, yeah.” his voice almost bored, lifting a hand to gesture vaguely.
that’s all rafe needs. he flops onto the mattress beside jj, body warm and close. jj’s now sandwiched in the middle, your face tucked into his chest, rafe stretched out at his other side.
the room is dark again, rafe’s breathing steady right beside you. you just cling tighter to jj. jj sighs against your hair.
“baby, it’s fine. rafe’s not gonna be a dumbass now, right?”
“yeah, relax. i’m chillin’.” rafe’s voice comes low.
but you shake your head anyway, fingers gripping jj’s shirt. jj cups your face, and gives your cheek a light slap.
“hey. look at me.” the smack echoes in the quiet, and rafe laughs instantly in the glow from his phone.
jj shifts, tugging down his pajama shorts just enough that you feel him hard against your thigh.
“jj.” you whisper, voice trembling, “the condoms—”
he curses under his breath, annoyed, and reluctantly slides out from under you. “hold on."
you hear him rustling around the drawers. and then there’s rafe hand on your stomach. he rubs slow circles just above your waistband.
“stop." you whimper, covering your face with your hands.
“my bad.” rafe says, cocky grin obvious in his voice.
“i can’t find them.” jj slams the drawer shut, frustrated, then stomps back to the bed. without warning, he lifts you up, your thighs straddling his waist.
“wait–” you start, but he’s already shushing you, kissing your temple.
“i’ll be careful, baby.” he says, voice low and steady.
you glare over his shoulder at rafe. because rafe’s right there, propped on one elbow, watching the whole thing unfold with that smug little smirk.
“ignore him. eyes on me.” jj hands grinding you down against him until your head spins.
“you’re killing me over here.” rafe mutters, half a laugh.
“deal with it.” jj throws back, but he doesn’t push him away. he never does.
you shift on jj’s lap, feel him pressing right where you need him most, and your body betrays you with another needy whine.
“that’s it, baby” jj coaxes, kissing your jaw. “don’t be shy.”
you squeeze your eyes shut, fingers curling in his damp hair, but rafe’s voice comes again, low and rough, “fuck, she sounds pretty, maybank.”
your stomach flips, heat flooding through you, and you bury your face back into jj’s neck — too embarrassed to look up at either of them.
jj’s lips are on yours. until rafe shifts closer, the mattress dipping right beside you, and it makes you break the kiss.
“see? she gets all shy.” rafe teases. “like i don’t already hear her every other night.”
“rafe, shut up. go away.” you groan annoyed. jj smirks, kisses your forehead.
“what, you don’t like him talking about you?”
“no. he's annoying me.” you whimper, but your hips roll against him anyway, betraying you. rafe notices, of course.
“you’re so fuckin’ cute when you’re mad.”
“jesus, cameron. can you not flirt with my girlfriend?” jj's head tipping back against the wall.
“what, you jealous?” rafe throws jj’s own words back at him, grinning.
“yeah.” jj shoots back instantly, kissing you hard enough that you moan. you gasp into jj’s mouth, smacking his shoulder.
“jj! say something! he’s right there—” you whisper into his mouth, frantic. but he just chuckles, eyes glinting.
“what do you want me to say, baby?”
you’re too flustered to answer, hiding in jj’s neck again. jj pets your hair, soothing, even as he teases. rafe’s thumb is stroking lazy circles into your thigh.
“he’s always there. he’s my roommate. my brother. you think he doesn’t already know how you sound when i’m in you?” jj smirks up at you, catching your bottom lip between his teeth.
“she really thought she was bein’ quiet, huh?” rafe laughs, low and mean.
“god, you’re both assholes,” you huff, but your hips are still grinding down on jj’s cock through his shorts like you can’t help it.
“needy little thing.”
you pout, whining. “don’t call me that.”
“what? needy?” jj teases, slipping a hand under the shirt you stole from him, brushing his knuckles under your breast. “little?”
“not an insult if you’re pretty.” rafe’s fingers slide under your panties properly now, knuckles brushing your folds, and you gasp against jj’s mouth.
“you feel that, baby? he’s touching you.” jj's forehead pressing to yours. you nod helplessly, clinging tighter to him.
“she’s soaked.” rafe mutters, smug. “such a pretty pussy.”
“jj, he’s being gross.” you start, but then jj’s hands are sliding down your ass, lifting you slightly, and rafe is tugging your panties aside like it’s already decided.
“baby, he’s serious.” jj laughs, soft against your ear.
“oh my god.” you whisper, eyes wide.
“just let him. you’ll like it.” jj murmurs, and then rafe’s mouth is eating you out right on jj's lap, his mouth hot and wet. you cry out.
you whine, though your hips buck against rafe’s tongue like you can’t control it. jj covers your mouth with his hand, grinning down at you.
“god, she’s loud. bet the guys downstairs already know she’s getting stuffed.” rafe pulls back just enough to laugh, his lips shiny. you gasp, ripping jj’s hand off your mouth.
“i'm not that loud...” jj laughs, dropping his forehead against yours. you shake your head furiously, but then jj shifts his hips.
“fuck. she’s squeezing me through my shorts.”
“take ’em off then.” rafe says, leaning back like he’s got all the time in the world.
jj pushes his shorts all the way down, his cock heavy against your belly. he slides you down his shaft just enough to make your pussy clench. rafe leans in, so close his breath hits your cheek before jj lines himself up and presses inside you.
“holy shitttt, he’s inside, everyone.” rafe teases. you nod, frantic, even as you whimper. rafe actually groans like he felt it too, stroking over your back, you flinch.
“shh." rafe soothes, rubbing gentle. “not taking his cock from you. just… touchin’ you.”
“she doesn’t mind. do you, baby?” jj hums, kissing your temple.
“i—i don’t know,” rafe leans in closer, his hand sliding to your ass, squeezing. jj groans, thrusting up harder, making you gasp.
before you can protest again, rafe’s fingers are tugging at your panties, guiding himself closer until the head of his cock brushes your ass.
“rafe! no way— ” your whole body jerks. “jj.” you plead, wide-eyed. his hand slaps your cheek playfully.
and then rafe’s pushing in behind you, slow, careful. stretching you in a way that makes your vision blur.
“oh my god.” you cry, nails raking down jj’s chest.
“fuckkk.” rafe groans, biting your shoulder. his hips pressing flush. “tightest thing i’ve ever felt.”
you’re sobbing, overwhelmed, but neither of them let up. it’s too much. both of them stuffed inside you. jj's under you, whispering how good you are, rafe pressed against your back, rough and greedy.
“bro, tell me this isn’t the best thing we’ve ever done together.” jj pants against your lips.
“yeah.” rafe groans, smacking your ass. “pong finals still number one.”
you moan helplessly, sandwiched between them, and jj kisses you messy, breathless. “nah, dude. this beats pong.”
“jj.” you whimper, tears pricking your eyes, “you’re not— you’re not using a condom.”
“told you i couldn't find em', baby." jj laughs, breath hot against your ear.
“that’s— that’s not good.” your words get swallowed up in a broken moan as rafe slams his hips into you, rough. jj shoots him a glare over your shoulder.
"bro. chill. she’s not your fucking toy.”
“she feels too good.” rafe grits out, biting down on your shoulder. “my bad.”
“hurts, rafe." you whisper, helpless. cock drunk.
“fuck. sorry, princess. i’ll ease up.” behind you, rafe groans, slowing just a little.
“you’re such a dick.” jj laughs again, snapping his hips forward again, making you squeal.
“rafe!” you pout, smacking his arm weakly. “too rough.”
jj pulls back, smirking at him. “see? told you.” he kisses your nose, murmuring against your skin. “you like it softer, huh, baby?”
“y-yeah." you breathe, clinging tighter to him. jj hums, smug, stroking your hair. rafe groans like he’s about to combust.
“fuck, man. she says that shit to you all the time?”
“every time.” jj smirks, thrusting up deep enough to make you cry out. “lucky, right?”
rafe laughs breathlessly, forehead pressed to your back. “luckiest asshole i know.”
you’re trembling now, every nerve on fire, your body caught between them. “jj, i can’t— it’s too much—”
“you can, baby.” jj coaxes, kissing your jaw. “you’re doing so good. just let go for me.”
“yeah, princess. do what your boyfriend tells you.”rafe groans, voice rough.
their voices, their heat, their bodies moving you where they want — it breaks you. your vision goes white as your orgasm rips through you, and you scream into jj’s neck.
“fuckkk, baby. that’s it.” jj groans loud, hips jerking up into you. rafe curses behind you, grip bruising on your hips as he thrusts harder.
“she’s milking us. holy shittt.” rafe thrust deep one last time before spilling into you, teeth digging into your shoulder.
your body’s shaking, overstimulated, but jj’s still holding you, kissing you through it, whispering praises.
jj follows seconds later, his own groan vibrating against your throat as he bucks up into you, filling you until you’re stuffed of his semen.
the room is quiet except for your ragged breathing, jj’s hand petting your hair, rafe flopping back on the bed with a groan.
“dude.” rafe pants, laughing weakly. “top one now. easy.”
jj snorts, kissing your damp cheek. “told you. better than pong.”
“you guys are so stupid.” you whine, half-asleep already.
warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, 18+,, sarah went to hs with the pogues (run with it), alcohol consumption, this is basically p with a lil bit of plot, fingering, car sex (p in v), lil bit of dirty talk, reader and jj are both desperate for each other, maybe cheating (not really and it’s like one paragraph), barely proofread
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A high school reunion less than ten years since graduation seems fruitless.
What’s there to talk about? Your big accomplishments since you left the island six years ago? The breakup that left a bitter taste in your mouth only a couple of months prior? It all just seems like a big joke.
However, Sarah insisted that you were going to regret it (you wouldn’t have) if you had missed out on such an important evening (really, you couldn’t care less.) But it’s Sarah, and she’s your best friend so of course you said yes — and that she owes you big time.
You could be drinking at a bar, living your best single life, let the alcohol wash away the memories of your ex; perhaps even finally spend the night with someone who knows what he’s doing. Instead, here you are with a virgin drink in your hand — because it’s a no alcohol allowed evening.
Really? You’re all grown up and you still can’t drink a bit of the prohibited juice on school grounds?
“Here,” Sarah shows up out of thin air as you sit at your vacant table, and hands you a half-empty flask, “It’ll help with that attitude you’ve got tonight.”
Okay, maybe you haven’t been the best company this evening. To your defense, she’s walking around the barely-still-standing basketball court where you used to be forced to have gym class, her husband on her arm and a picture of their adorable son as her screensaver. You, on the other hand, have nothing to say to these people except that hey, you’ve graduated from college and you’re now unemployed; it’s every girl’s dream to have this kind of conversation at your high school reunion, isn’t it?
You gladly accept the container in your best friend’s hold and let the liquor drip into your glass. Taking a sip, you let out a sigh of satisfaction. “Alright, now I’m functional again. I promise.” A tight-lipped smile tugs at your mouth and you pray that the alcohol does its job — and quickly. You reluctantly give the flask back to Sarah and, before you take another sip, you nod at it. “Whose is that anyway?”
She turns around and subtly points towards the man her husband is talking to. “JJ’s. You remember him, right?”
Your eyes squint at him, trying to focus on the man’s features: blond hair has been perfectly combed, except for a wild strand that has fallen on top of his forehead; a strong jaw locks into place as he listens attentively to his friend; his tongue darts over his bottom lip a second before bringing his drink up to his mouth. Your gaze, however, settles on his biceps, barely contained by the white dress-shirt that hugs his body in the most mouth-watering manner.
There’s no way this guy attended school with you. You would definitely remember him.
“Sarah, I have no idea who he is.” You admit, your eyes never leaving JJ’s figure.
She jokingly shoves you, the action taking you by surprise. “Yeah, right,” she scoffs, “JJ Maybank?” Nothing. “John B’s best friend?” You look at her with a blank expression on your face and she laughs incredulously at you. “He had the biggest crush on you in high school. Do you seriously not remember him?”
Your mind rakes through your memories from your teenage years: you remember Sarah and Kie, John B (once he and your best friend got together) and his friends. Two of them. The smart one and…
Oh God.
That’s impossible.
You do a double take. A triple take. One thing is certain: he did not look like that when he was sixteen. You wouldn’t have shot him down so many times if he did.
“Did he have some kind of reconstructive surgery or something? I think I would remember if he had that face.”
Sarah side-glances at you, an eyebrow lifting up in the process. “I think he just joined the gym.”
You take a big gulp of your drink, the alcohol burning your throat in the process. Some liquid courage. “God bless the gym,” you mutter to yourself before standing up.
“Where are you going?” Sarah asks, amusement clear in her tone.
“I should say hi. It’s a high school reunion after all, right?” You feign innocence.
By the time you reach the table where JJ and John B are sitting at, your confidence begins to falter. He’s even more handsome up close. You notice the veins that run up his forearm as he rolls the sleeves of his shirt upwards; thick fingers grip the alcohol-filled glass, accentuating the lines and ridges of his hand; a set of dimples you had never noticed before deepens on his cheeks.
If someone told you that this man was sculpted by Michelangelo himself, you would believe them — his less known, but definitely worth-mentioning David: JJ Maybank.
John B calls out your name, pulling you out of your thoughts (which would’ve made you fail any art class if voiced out loud.) “You remember JJ?” He points his thumb towards his friend.
And ten minutes ago you would’ve said no, completely and stupidly oblivious, but now, “Of course I do,” you extend your hand, praying that it isn’t shaking from being this close to a man you could only describe as Sex on Legs, “Hi.”
The moment his eyes fall on you, a warm liquid pools in the pit of your stomach. How can one man make you feel this way? Deep blue eyes pull you in with an intensity that makes your head spin, to the point that you’re scared you might melt right into the floor of your high school’s gymnasium.
JJ is afraid you’re a figment of his imagination for a fraction of a second. You look as beautiful as ever — the same as he remembered and yet, somehow, even better. The dress you’re wearing hugs your curves in the best way possible, and he appreciates every inch of it as he shamelessly lets his gaze run up and down your body.
Finally, his hand wraps around yours. Electricity runs through your veins, blood pressure spiking up from the simplest of touches. You both feel it. It’s thrilling.
“Hi.” He rasps, fingers still gently clasping your palm. The low, husky voice might be your undoing. His calloused palm slips from your hold, and there’s a small voice in your head that starts to wonder what those rough hands would feel like on your body. “Nice to see you again.” JJ continues, and if you notice a faint blush creep up his cheeks, you don’t mention it.
“Yeah,” you smile seductively, “You too.” You hold his gaze, maintaining eye-contact in hopes that you suddenly find the ability to read his mind.
A very uncomfortable John B clears his throat in the periphery of your eye and you have to suppress a giggle from the situation you just forced him into. “You know what,” you place a hand on John B’s shoulder, “I think Sarah was looking for you.”
He appears awfully entertained as he stares up at you from his seated position. “Yeah. I think so.” And with a glance at his best friend, he finally leaves.
You take his seat, placing your almost empty glass on the table. JJ’s eyes follow your every move and you’re painfully aware of it while a silence stretches between you two as you study each other. You’re not sure if it’s sexually charged only on your end, and it would be so embarrassing if it were that you wouldn’t be able to show your face to any reunion ever again.
“So,” he adjusts himself in his seat while he continues, “You remember me, huh?” A smug smile etches on his lips. You both know you never gave him the time of the day back then and now you’re all over him all of a sudden.
JJ’s not dumb. He’s aware of how different he looks now — the hard earned muscles are a testament of that. Women admire him in a way they never did before. You gawk at him in a way you never did before, and it feels like he just won a prize. Congratulations: she’s looking at you.
You shrug, circling the glass in your hand as that last drop stares at you expectantly. “Why wouldn’t I?”
“‘Cause I’m not sure you knew my name when we were sixteen.”
Clicking your tongue, you purposefully cross one leg on top of the other, bringing his attention to the bare skin of your lower thighs. At last, you lock eyes with him. He watches you as you bring the rim of your glass up to your lips, washing down the remaining liquid. With the last bit of bravery left in your system, you make things clear, “Let’s put it this way: I wasn’t interest before, but I am now.” Surprise flickers in his gaze, smirking at your boldness. “Are you gonna do anything about it?”
He chuckles lowly, shaking his head in disbelief. There’s a teenager-JJ somewhere that is cheering loudly and thanking the heavens — which is completely in contrast to the cool exterior he’s trying to keep up for you.
You’re not sure how it happens. Lust clouds your judgement, your mind hazy with want as you let JJ Maybank walk you to his truck, one big, warm hand on the small of your back. One thing led to another, flirty sentences whispered with one goal in mind, and you find yourselves making out against the door of his car.
His lips mold with yours, tongue hungrily licking into your mouth. There’s an urgency in the way his greedy hands pull your body flush to him, your abdomen brushing against his. Calloused fingers run up to your neck, his palm resting on your throat while his thumb traces your jaw. His delicate touch makes you moan in his mouth, his pants growing tighter in a way he’s never felt before. The hand that was resting on your neck slips into your hair, gripping it as he takes control. He pushes you harder into the door behind you, hard metal pressing on your back — not that you would ever dream to complain about it.
“God,” he groans, lips starting to leave open-mouthed kisses on your burning skin, “‘Been wanting to do this for so long.”
The idea of this man having a crush on you when you were younger and still being obsessed with you now makes your eyes roll into the back of your head, fingers tugging on his hair with need. Being in this position with JJ is maddening and exciting all at once.
You tentatively let your hand run over the arm that is circling your waist, muscles rippling under your touch — intoxicating; that’s what it is. You can’t help but think about what he would be able to do to you and how you would gladly let him, too. It sends a thrill through your body, heat curling at your lower stomach. It’s been a while since you’ve wanted a man this badly, and the way one of JJ’s thighs shifts in between your legs isn’t helping with your aching need.
“JJ,” you sigh, “I need you.”
He’s sure he’s had at least one wet dream about you where you said those exact words to him. The real thing is so much better. As much as he’d like to test his luck and savor this moment for as long as he can, he can sense his willpower slipping through his fingers with each passing second.
Opening the passenger door you were being pressed into, he manhandles you with a “C’mon, sweetheart,” voice dripping with want; until you’re sitting on his lap, legs on either side of him, and hips meeting his in frantic and uncoordinated movements. Every action is laced with desire, chasing that high you both so desperately want.
Fingers clutch his shirt, working at the buttons, one by one, and allowing your palm to explore his bare chest. JJ throws his head on the headrest behind him, a moan escaping from his swollen lips while you put your mouth to use and leave a trail of lingering kisses on his skin.
“You’re like a dream come true.” He mumbles, sending a spark of pride through your spine. His hands confidently grab your thighs, sliding beneath your dress, feeling your naked skin. The coldness of his rings is such a contrast to your scorching body as he moves you to his liking against his clothed bulge. And it’s intimidatingly big. Your cunt pulses faster at the thought of having him.
Finally, you slip his shirt off, taut muscles staring at you — wanting to lick each hard ridge of his stomach while he tells you how much he wants you. But when your eyes meet his hungry gaze, you know there’s no time for that.
Your mouth slants hard against his, drowning in the way he moans at the contact. You’re basically dry-humping him at this point as you try to get as close to him as possible.
“Can I take this off, sweetheart?” He breathes in your mouth, tugging at the edge of your dress.
“Please.” You all but whine.
The material is thrown somewhere in the car, leaving you in your lacy underwear. JJ swears he almost comes on the spot.
“Fuck,” he murmurs to himself, his eyes taking in the view, “C’mere.” His head dips down, immediately mouthing at your barely-covered perked-up nipple, tongue licking over the lace. The sounds he lets out against you vibrate through your body, and you swear you can feel a wetness pooling in your underwear at the sensation.
He pulls back and admires your expression whilst his free hand explores each curve of your body. The side of your breast, your ribs, waist, hip, and then it rests on your ass, groping it with intent.
Maintaining eye contact as you breathe heavily into each other’s mouths, his fingers begin testing the waters, curling around your panties. He waits for you to push him away or tell him to stop, but it never comes — no, your eyes are telling a completely different story. He moves your underwear to the side, two fingers running between your folds, and you both gasp at the feeling.
“You’re soaked,” he says at the same time as a soft sigh of his name sweetly falls from your tongue. Without fail and to your surprise, his digits find your clit immediately, bringing your wetness to the small bundle of nerves and drawing slow, wide circles on it.
Of course he’s good at sex too, you think. As if this man needed to be hotter than he already is.
You try to keep up with the silent game you’re playing — the one where he touches you at an unfair pace and you have to stare into his blue eyes the entire time. But it’s impossible. Your eyelids fall close the moment one finger enters your sopping cunt, warm liquid already dripping down his hand.
“You’re killin’ me here, sweetheart.” JJ groans, lips finding your neck as you meet the thrusts of his digit. He easily slips a second one, getting drunk off the way your walls grip his fingers.
“JJ,” you whine — this man actually makes you whine for him, “I want you.”
He curses against your skin, his cock aching to be inside you. “What d’you want, baby?” His mouth reaches your ear, “Wanna come around my fingers?” You shake your head, eliciting a chuckle from him, “No? You want my cock then, sweetheart? ‘S that what you want?”
The fucking filthy mouth on this man.
His smugness should make you mad. It should make you want to get up and leave him alone with a hard dick in his pants. And yet, all you’re able to do is moan out a choked, “Yes.”
It’s music to JJ’s ears.
You’re still confident in your movements as you reach for his belt, unbuckling it and pulling on the buttons of his pants. His digits thrust out of your cunt with a filthy, squelching sound, and he wastes no time in bringing them to his own mouth. JJ moans in pleasure at the taste of your juices, and your pussy clenches around nothing at the sight alone.
“You taste like honey, sweetheart, did you know that?” He hums, completely mesmerized. All he knows is that if he was hooked before, not even the end of the world could pull him off of you now.
He shimmies out of his pants, pushing them down along with his underwear, not even caring about how they’re touching the dirty floor of his truck — there are much more pressing matters right now.
You lean in, mouth watering in front of what is probably the biggest cock you’ve ever seen. The muscles in your stomach are taut, pulling at your insides in anticipation. You let a droplet of spit meet your palm, baby blues suddenly fixated on your movements. Your hand wraps around his length, eliciting a loud groan from him as you smile in victory. Moving your wrist up and down, you draw satisfaction from hearing JJ cursing repeatedly whilst he hides his face in your neck.
“Fuckin’ hell,” he grunts, lips moving against your throat as you giggle. Somehow, even that sound goes straight to his groin.
You gently yank on his hair, craving to see the tortured look on his face. His bruised lips pull you in like a moth to a flame as you ache to taste him again. Your mouth brushes over his —
“Oh shit.” Your whole body freezes, “Condom?” You ask, eyes scanning over his face as fear takes over your features. Actual fear. You’re scared you won’t be able to fuck this man — this is how serious it is.
A boyish smile tugs at his lips — god, when did he get so hot?
A still-wrapped condom appears in his hand, and you wonder if he had one between his fingers this whole time.
“Had one in my pocket.” He smirks.
“Thank god.”
A saccarine-like laugh erupts from him before he quickly opens the package with his teeth. He rolls the condom down his length, your hands anxiously waiting on his shoulders.
Out of the blue, his mouth catches yours in a fiery kiss, stealing a yelp of surprise from you before you completely melt into him. In the meantime, the head of his dick rubs over your wet folds whilst you ghost over it, earning a moan that neither of you is sure whose it was. Maybe it was both of you. His teasing seems almost punishing — making you wait just like he had to. As if this isn’t torture for him as much as it is for you.
At last, his cock catches with your entrance, and you bite down on his bottom lip at the intrusion. You lock eyes with him again, foreheads touching and breaths mixing. His hands rest on your waist, not moving you an inch and allowing you to set the pace as you slowly move down on him.
Your gasp is so loud, JJ’s own sounds are muffled by yours. You try to take him all the way— you want to feel every single inch of him. Your eyes are squeezed shut, mouth agape, one hand gripping his shoulder whilst the other holds tightly to his hair. JJ believes this is the most heavenly view he has ever seen.
Once your hips touch, his cock completely inside you, you still for a moment. The windows are fogged up from your heavy breathing, JJ’s chest heaves up and down, mirroring yours, and his gaze is stuck on you. Your walls deliciously stretch around him, and he’s sure he can feel them already slightly flutter on him.
If this is how he’s going to die, he will die the happiest man on Earth.
A hand slides down your side, reaching your lower stomach, until his thumb slips between your folds and begins circling your clit. The moan that escapes from you is lewd, it vibrates through the small confinement of his truck. His cock twitches in response and he takes a sharp inhale of breath.
“So tight,” he murmurs, thumb never halting its movements, “Your pussy feels like fuckin’ heaven, baby.”
You can barely register his words, pleasure running through your veins so fast. Too fast.
You cry out his name, head hiding in his neck. “‘M not gonna last long.” You moan, your hips still not moving. All it took was the feeling of his length between your walls.
JJ is incredibly pleased with himself, his ego growing at the knowledge that he almost made you come for him by barely doing anything. It’s exhilarating.
The hand that is not making you see stars rubs down your back, it traces your spine, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind it. “‘M close too, baby,” he confesses, a certain fondness laced in his tone, “Want you to come all over my cock.” His words are followed by the hard clenching of your cunt and the thrusting of his hips as he plants his feet on the ground. A strong arm circulates your waist, keeping you slightly elevated, your whole weight carried by him only. You babble incoherent moans in the crook of his neck, nails digging into his shoulder and back.
The truck moves along with JJ’s thrusts, and it’s embarrassing — or at least it would be if you cared the slightest bit right now.
Your orgasm crashes over you abruptly and you come with a gasp of his name on your tongue. Your walls clamp down on JJ’s cock so tightly that the feeling sends him over the edge as well, his thrusts sloppily meeting your hips.
Labored breaths fills the air; your sweaty skin brushes against his as you both try to recover.
“I am…” you swallow on thick air, “so sorry for not seeing the vision earlier.”
JJ’s body shakes with laughter, so contagious that you follow him, lips ghosting over his collarbone. Finally, he cradles your jaw, forcing your gaze on him before connecting your lips for what feels the hundredth time tonight. Both of his hands settle on your ass, slowly starting to move you again.
Of course he’s completely oblivious to the way his phone is being blown up with texts by his now ex-girlfriend, angrily trying to understand why he broke up with her with a quick text — well, at least the time it took between him noticing you at the reunion and immediately retrieving his phone from his back pocket.
JJ wasn't a bad boyfriend, not necessarily. he just had his quirks. Possessive? Absolutely. He sat so casually with an arm around your neck you barely even blinked at the feeling of him tightening his hold around you.
He played too much--shoving your face into his armpit until you came out gasping and sweating. Standing idle was a dangerous game with him because he'd find a way to put you in a full nelson, he might even wrestle you to the ground until you were crying and frustrated with the fact he wouldn't let go.
Aggressive? Well you just like to think he's passionate. It's not just you he does it with, it's everyone. Nobody can ever say JJ doesn't have heart, in fact you think his heart occupies the space where his brain should be. It pumps through his veins and fires all his synapses to the point he's always in trouble.
Like now. A hangout can never just be a hangout. You chalk it up to this not being his normal spot, he just doesn't understand the culture cultivated here. This isn't the boneyard, this isn't his house. It's a shitty bar with no name packed tight with drifters and bikers and punks all tracing a familiar path along the premises. The corner booth has a groove you swear you've molded yourself since you've been coming here underage. You think you've paid your tab once. The local band has at least 3 songs about you being kind of a cunt.
In short, this is your territory. That's probably why JJ decides to piss all over it.
Nobody can get too close, the second they do he's there with a tight smile and a death grip on your shoulder. You can see the regulars eyeing him suspiciously, you can see JJ getting antsy.
The whole place is a powderkeg just waiting to go off.
"One fucking night. I just want one fucking night where you keep it cool do you understand me?" You had pulled him off to the side, a death grip on his face as you bring him down to your level.
JJ just smiles that mean smile, eyes already read and darting around, "I'll be a good boy. Scout's honor."
When you let him go, your nails have indented on his cheeks. For once you've marked him and it feels good. And for once you can tell he's trying to behave--he gets you drinks, requests your favorite songs and doesn't pitch a fit when you whoop his ass in pool. There's a tentative ease that you hope stays.
Semms you never get what you ask for, because on your way back from the bathroom, you see an ex fling make their way to you.
Idiot. You try to show your disinterest. You snarl and roll your eyes but all of a sudden his arm is over you and its over. No less than a millisecond later you hear a sickening crack and he's on the floor, bruise already blooming on his cheek bone and it's over.
A beer bottle whizzes past you, all you hear is JJ cursing and yelling coupled with the sounds of fists meeting flesh. Chaos erupts, and the whole bar has turned into a gauntlet in the blink of an eye.
And this motherfucker is laughing. Honest to god laughing as he snatches you up and out the back door as you punch and curse at him yourself.
"Have you lost your rabbit ass mind? I asked for one fuckin night but you're so goddamn evil you have to ruin everything for me!"
JJ shrugs, "I know."
"...You know? What the fuck is your problem?"
He stares for a bit, backing you up onto the side of the building until you're completely shadowed, finds his way to tucking his face into your neck and sniffs, "You smell like him when you come home."
You freeze, "JJ what are you talkin about I haven't done shit with him."
"i know, but he's around. He's too close." He sinks his teeth into your neck, feeling your pulse speed up under his tongue before he pulls back to grab your face in a cruel imitation of your earlier actions, "I got you. You're mine."
The chaos seems to quiet around you, the music and fighting and yelling all disappear when he kisses you this time. Slow and sweet like his teeth arent puncturing the delicate flesh of your lower lip. But you taste all of him, the bleeding of his heart being spit down your throat and in your belly where you feel it burn and bloom back into your chest. When he pulls away the string of saliva can only be disconnected when he licks it clean, and you wish you got it first.
"You're mine," JJ reiterates, dropping to his knees and pushing you tight against the wall, "and it's gonna stay that way."
It can't be right here, just because you're in the shadows doesn't mean you can't be seen. All it'll take is one open door or the highbeams of a truck to put you on display but he doesn't care, he's ravenous he disappears under your skirt to tongue and your clit through the mesh of your panties.
The grip he has on your thighs keeps you trapped, the bite of his rings warming from how hot your flesh is in the muggy air. JJ tugs your panties to the side with his teeth, nipping and tugging at your sensitive lips and clit until you're panting and squirming in his hold. Each stroke of his tongue makes your breath hitch, it's like he's digging at the root of your core when he licks a stripe from your hole to the very tip of your swollen nub. You don't even think he's getting any air.
"Shit, JJ slow down! You need to breathe." You tangle your hands in his hair to wrench him back, only to be met with his hungry gaze--face wet, cheeks flushes with a predatory grin as he tongue trails across his lips to get another taste.
"Don't be like that c'mon," he turns his head and kisses your wrist, then leans forward to kiss your knee, smattering then up to the crease of your thigh, "if I die, I'll die happy." He presses one more kiss to your cunt, deep and slow so he can lick you from to to bottom before you feel his fingers.
There's no starting slow, on instinct he crooks his fingers up with enough pressure you shove your own palm against your mouth.
"There you go, almost there just a little more." He uses his opposite hand to spread you open and he almost looks enthralled by how you swallow up his fingers, each movement causing you to puddle in his palm, "Ain't nobody out here but us, just cum."
The relentless pressure causes you to break with a loud keen muffled into your hand, and he fucks you through it with his fingers knuckle deep and his mouth on your clit just to feel it throb between his lips.
JJ doesn't stop, not until he's wrung three orgasms out of you and soaked the front of his shirt. You have to physically hit him to get him to stop.
"You just never know when to fuckin quit." you pant weakly as he fixes you up, "you're lucky nobody saw us or I'd kick your ass."
He grins again, the same predatory smile from earlier as he wipes his face dry, "Oh nah, someone definitely saw us, hella people walked past."
"JJ what the fuck!"
Laughing, he leans next to you and lights a joint, "You'll get over it."
a/n: kept putting off posting out of anxiety bc i was gone for so long but i miss them so i'm back
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JJ drove the boat up the water to the dock near his house. JJ had only let me to his house three times, he only brought me when he was absolutely sure Luke wouldn’t be there, and he wasn’t. But some of his beer was, JJ grabbed one while I went straight to his room, exhausted beyond belief.
I was almost asleep when JJ came into the room. “You sleepin’ bug?”
“Mmm.” I mustered out. I could hear footsteps coming closer, but couldn’t open my eyes. I felt JJ kiss my head, so I let out another small noise. Then, I felt the bed dip behind me, and JJ’s arm came across to hold my waist.
“Get some sleep, sweet girl,” JJ whispered.
I was about to fall asleep, maybe I already was.
“I love you, Juniper.”
When I woke up, this time, I was nestled in JJ’s arms, I must have turned in my sleep because now I was facing him. He looked so peaceful while he slept, like all the worries that haunted him during the day just melted away. I wished he could always look like this. I carefully lifted my hand to his face, rubbing his cheek with my thumb.
“Just can’t keep your hands off me, huh?” JJ mumbled, and I giggled. “We slept too long. We gotta try to find John B.” I said.
JJ groaned as he sat up, rubbing his eyes. He took some time to wake up, then we were back on the boat, heading back to the Chateau.
When we got there, we found him waiting at the dock with Kie.
He looked defeated, hopeless. He told us he went back to check the gold, and Ward had gotten all of it.
“Every bar.” John B repeated when Kie asked if he was sure. John B ripped off his cast, and Kie scolded him for it, before we all heard shouting that made us turn around. Pope was running full speed towards us.
“Guys! Oh- god- I ran all the way here.” Pope panted.
“How was the interview, Pope?” JJ asked.
“Don’t ask. JB- I’m sorry, dude, about everything.”
“I don’t have a lot of time and I have information that is tactically relevant. So, before my interview, my dad said he was going down to the private airstrip to cut palms for Cameron’s big plane. Because it was too heavy, it needed a longer landing strip to take off. So, I’m there sitting in my interview, thinking to myself, ‘Hm. Why would Cameron need a longer airstrip to take off? What could be so heavy to weigh it down?’”
“Gold.” JJ answered.
“Exactly! Guys, this is our chance, but it leaves tonight, and we have to go.” Pope finished.
“Guys, we can’t give up now.” Kie said.
“What’s the plan, big man?” JJ asked.
“We’re gonna steal that shit back.” John B answered, and we all took off running towards the Twinkie.
“We go in there, guns a-blazin’, and make Ward Cameron beg for mercy, abscond with as much gold as possible and vamanos, get the hell out of there.” JJ said, reloading the gun from where he sat beside me.
“Send that shit right down the Intracoastal.” JB added.
“Wait for weather.” Kie chimed in.
“Exit to Cuba.” Pope finished.
“Cuba? No, man, Xcalak, Jewel of the Yucatan. Lobsters so thick, mangoes, and no word for money.” JJ countered, finishing reloading the gun.
“Yucatan, baby.” I said, making JJ smile at me. He grabbed my face and pulled me in for a kiss, making Pope groan.
“So when did that happen?” John B asked. “I was gone for like 36 hours.”
“A lot happened in 36 hours.” Kie answered.
John B drove the Twinkie to a road across from the airport and parked next to the fence, and we all ran out to see what we could see. Pope used the binoculars, and said they were loading up the gold.
John B quickly took the binoculars. “There’s Ward.” Then something John B saw made him lower the binoculars.
“What?” I asked.
“It’s Sarah.”
“She’s with him?” Pope asked.
John B looked back through the binoculars. “Wait a minute… He’s hurting her. They’re fighting.” John B handed Pope the binoculars than ran off. We heard the Twinkie start up and turned around in confusion.
JJ grabbed me, pulling me out of the way before John B drove forward to ram the fence.
“John B! What are you doing?!” JJ screamed, but John B just kept driving, down to the runway.
“What do we do?” I asked, blocking the sun with my hand, trying to get a better look.
We quickly heard sirens approaching.
“I can’t go to jail.” Pope said.
“I’m on probation.” JJ added.
“Look, we’re no good if we’re all in jail.” Kie said.
JJ grabbed my hand, pulling me along as we all took off running. We found a nearby shack and hung out in there, waiting. Then we saw the plane fly overhead.
“There goes the gold.” Pope said.
“Shit!” JJ shouted, kicking a box. Pope threw something at the wall of the shack. “Fuck!”
“Pope!” Kie tried. Pope picked up a wrench and hit a pole. “God damn it!”
Pope began breaking more and more things, shouting every curse under the sun.
I watched helplessly, like my body was frozen. I didn’t want to be standing there, I wanted to comfort my friend, but my feet wouldn’t move.
Eventually, Pope ran out of steam and sat down.
“Yeah dude. I was wondering when this was gonna happen.” JJ said, walking over to Pope.
“JJ what the hell are you talking about?” I asked.
JJ held out a cart for Pope. “Here you go, Chief. A little weed never hurt no one.”
“JJ…” Kie said.
“C’mon Kie-”
“You know he doesn’t smoke.”
But then Pope grabbed the cart. “Maybe not before today.” JJ retorted.
“Yeah what is that gonna help?” Kie questioned.
“What is it gonna hurt?” I countered.
“I lost my scholarship. Walked out in the middle of the interview. Every- it’s gone. It’s not gonna happen.” Pope explained, his voice cracking.
“You did that for us?” Kie asked.
“No, not for us. For nothing.”
“I’m here for you, Pope. Welcome to my world, okay?” JJ tried again.
“JJ-” Kie sighed.
“What, Kie, he’s right. It doesn’t matter anymore.”\
“JJ,” I said softly, and he sighed, putting his hands on his head in frustration.
Pope took a hit.
“You don’t have to do that.” Kie said.
“What do you care?” Pope threw back at her. But then I heard footsteps and turned around, seeing John B.
“Oh my god-” I said, making everyone turn around, we quickly ran over to him. He had blood on his hands.
“Is this yours?” JJ asked.
“Whose blood is that?” Kie asked.
We heard sirens before he could answer, we all had to duck and hide. Once the sirens passed, we ran to Kie’s house, she was closest and she had keys to her mom’s jeep.
John B told Kie to drive us to the police station, and she didn’t question him, but JJ did once we pulled up, but John B was adamant he had to tell the cops what happened.
Pope hit the blunt that JJ rolled, and let out a cough just as Kie parked the car. I took the blunt from him and took a hit.
“Easy there, chief. Damn.” JJ drew out.
I leaned forward to pat Pope’s back while he continued coughing.
“Alright. I’m just gonna be real with you right now. You might end up in the lion’s den, but you don’t go there on purpose. It’s fundamental, just like my old man always told me, you should never trust cops, no matter what the circumstance is.” JJ said.
“Your old man’s an abusive liar.” Kie spoke up.
“I agree with JJ. Fuck the police.” Pope said, taking me by surprise.
“You goin’ to the dark side now?” Kie questioned.
“When’s the last time the police helped us?”
“Peterkin looked out for me, alright? Tried to, at least. They need to know.” John B said before opening the car door and stepping out.
JJ blew out some air. “What are the chances the cops are any help?”
“I’d say slim to none.” I said, before taking another hit. JJ pulled the blunt from my lips and replaced it with his lips, taking the smoke straight from my mouth before exhaling it. We sat in silence for a few minutes, but then we heard shouting.
“Start the car, Kie!” John B’s voice shouted. The door opened and JB practically fell in, yelling at Kie to go. A cop banged on the window, but Kie started driving, and we got away from them.
Once he regained himself, he told us what happened. Ward pegged the murder on John B, and now every cop in the county was looking for him. We couldn’t go back to the chateau, that’s the first place they’d look. We didn’t have many options, so we parked on the side of the road and took turns sleeping. Kie and Pope took the front, while me, JJ and John B were crammed in the back.
In the early morning, we all heard sirens heading our way, so Pope and Kie reclined their seats to hide, and the three of us in the back ducked down until the sirens passed. The radio was on, but then they started talking about the murder of Peterkin, so Kie turned it off.
“Let’s game this out.” JJ said, fidgeting with his lighter. He had me laying on his arm, with his hat lowered. “Maybe you guys can help, being the smart ones and all, but… who are the cops going to believe? Ward Cameron or us? So the accuser is a bigshot developer, kind of lord of the island, got the governor on speed dial kind of person, and the accused… is John B who is… pretty much a homeless 16-year-old boy at the moment.”
“Thanks.” John B replied.
I turned my head to look at JJ. “You’re not being very helpful.” JJ lifted his hat slightly to look at me.
“Shit.” Pope spoke up.
“You want me to be helpful, baby? I’m telling you guys, Yucatan, alright? I’m saying that’s the only option.” JJ said.
“Enough with the Mexico bullshit. Sarah will bail me out.” John B said.
“She did witness the whole thing.” Kie pointed out.
“And she’s gonna snitch on her brother?” Pope countered.
My face twisted with conflicted feelings, both side had good points, and as much as Sarah was growing on me, it didn’t feel right to rely on her to fix this problem. I looked over to JJ, concern etched into my features, making him let out a sigh as he sat up, carefully guiding me up with him. “It’s not happening, bro, okay? We’ve gotta get you off the island.”
“The ferry. It’s the only way.” Pope said.
“Yeah, exit stage left while you still can, dude, okay? Before the entire island is on lockdown.” JJ added.
Sirens came into earshot. “Guys just get down.” Kie said softly, and we all laid back while more police cars drove past.
“Sarah’s not a Pogue, John B.” Pope said.
“Yeah, you can’t stay here, man.” JJ added, laying back down, pulling his hat down with him.
Kie turned around to look at John B. “Ferry?”
John B let out a sigh. “Ferry.”
When we got to the ferry, Pope went to check it out, and buy John B’s ticket for him, but he returned with bad news.
“The ferry’s closed, and there’s this.” Pope said, handing a paper to Kie. I sat up from the twisted cuddle pile that had become the trunk of the jeep.
“What is that? What is this?” John B asked. Kie handed me the paper, but JJ quickly snatched it from me. “Well, John B, uh, this is a good framer of you.” JJ said holding up the wanted poster.
“Okay, so the whole island’s lookin’ for John B right now.” Pope said.
“That’s a lot of money.” Kie added.
“Congratulations, John B, you’re famous.” JJ said.
“Remember what I said about not being helpful?” I asked, taking the poster back to look it over. Cops were offering $25,000 for him.
“Okay, guys we gotta get to the HMS. We need small, no running lights-” Kie started planning.
“It’s at the Chateau, Kie.” John B reminded her.
“And I wonder if the cops got the entire place staked out, let me think. Oh, yeah, no they definitely have that place locked down.” JJ said sarcastically.
“Let me think, just give me a second… JJ!” Pope said.
“What?”
“Does your dad still have that boat? The cigarette boat, the Phantom, the one he used to race.”
“Maybe…”
“You could get right up the coast, no problem.”
Kie, Pope and JJ all started talking at once while Pope tried to get us out of there, but traffic wasn’t moving, and I was starting to get antsy.
“Can you relax? JJ, how much weed did you give him?” Kie asked.
“Pope drive!” I said loudly.
“Hey the car’s on the poster.” John B pointed out.
Pope honked his horn, but people starting pointing and gathering around the jeep. He tried to turn the engine over, all of us shouting at him until the car lurched forward and bumped the car in front of us. Pope quickly turned the wheel and push forward, peeling out of there. Pope hit a mailbox, laughing hysterically while I held on to the seat in front of me for dear life.
“I should be the last one to tell you this, but you are not okay to drive, dude, stop!” JJ helping me stay upright while Pope swerved. Pope halted to a stop.
“John B get out.” He said.
“He’s right, we’ll draw the cops, you run.” JJ agreed. “I’ll get the rig and I’ll meet you in the dump tomorrow, okay? Three o’ clock tomorrow at the dump!” JJ shouted as John B practically fell out of the car and began running. Pope immediately sped off again. We kept driving even after losing the sirens.
“Hey, you okay, baby?” JJ asked softly.
“I’m fine, but I think you’re right, Pope shouldn’t drive.” I said, looking at Pope through the rear view mirror.
“I said I was sorry.”
“Papa J will roll you a blunt, make you feel all better.” JJ said, reaching for his bag.
“Ew. Is that a sex thing?” Kie asked.
JJ’s head whipped around back to look at me. “Can it be?”
I rolled my eyes and pushed him gently. “Just roll the blunt, I’m pretty sure Pope gave me whiplash.”
JJ broke out laughing hysterically. “You clocked that car, man, it was so bad.”
“I’m just glad I’m not driving now.” Pope joked.
“Real funny.” I said.
“Pull over!” Kie commanded, and Pope obeyed.
“It’s not funny, JJ, he shouldn’t be driving.” Kie scolded as she got out of the car, switching seats with Pope.
“Uh oh... she's mad.” JJ mumbled.
“Where are we going, Kie?” I asked.
“The last place they’ll look.” Kie answered before driving off.
kinktober day 4 - incest?ish? sorta not really they don't touch.
lets all pretend that sarah is still kook princess and rafe is crazy but not murder people crazy for this okay? ok. they're all still a "happy" family.
rafe hated you almost as much as he hated sarah. he hated how you two whispered and giggled in your own language. how you moved in synch, like a hive mind. sarah couldn't have everything she wanted, and right now he wanted you too.
sarah was your best friend, so much so that when her family went on vacation so did you. to say you were attached at the hip was an understatement. ward used to say it was like you were the same person, two halves of a whole so to speak.
rafe saw it differently, he saw how sarah bossed you around. even when she did it with that sweet smile on her face, rafe swore there was a mean glint there. almost self satisfied. because if sarah said you were going out thats what you did, and if she changed your outfit even though you told her you liked it well you just trust her opinion. and when sarah told you to "ignore her weirdo brother" you did that too, darting your eyes away when he looked at you and scurrying behind her when she left you alone with him.
he thought he had you figured out. sarah had to own everything, even you, and it pissed him off.
now you thought you were better than him. you scoffed when he spoke and rolled your eyes every time he entered the room. just like sarah. and it made him ache with the need to wipe the smirks of both your faces. he would imagine pinching into your soft flesh, digging his nails deep until he broke skin and you were crying. just how he did to her when she was little. rafe figured nothing would be funny when he was done with the both of you, maybe then you'd respect him more.
but there was a little hope this vacation would be different, you were all adults and if he tried rafe wouldn't run into you at all. you and sarah spent your days on the beach and nights at beach parties and clubs just like he hoped. it meant he had time.
when everyone was gone rafe would circle back to the house, scavenging through you and sarah's shared belongings in the dark, flipping through newly updated scrapbooks and rummaging through dirty laundry. it was a rush every time, his heart would thud and his dick would pulse at the thought if the invasion. neither of you had any idea of what he was doing. he would spit in mascara tubes and drag pairs of clean panties across his balls. didn't matter who's it was--yours or sarah's--as long as something was defiled in some way. as long as rafe was included.
it was gonna be routine as usual when he picked up a pair of pink polka dotted underwear, could be yours, he saw you pull them out of your suitcase. could be sarah's, he saw her wear them.
but he stopped, you left your camera and it was still on, it's led screen slightly dimmed but rafe grabbed it. he started to scroll through. there's no way there's pictures he hasn't seen.
there was. and videos. you and sarah in the shower together, kissing and soapy. flashing the mirror in a dressing room. another in your room, grabbing each other's asses in the mirror with your skirts flipped up. you're wearing the panties this time.
"what the fuck..." rafe couldn't stop scrolling. he guesses topper's fears of you two being dykes werent unfounded because here you were, eating her out no less than what had to be 15 minutes before you left the house.
when you walked into the room, lip gloss already smudged and already tipsy off two vodka crans he froze.
"rafe you fucking pervert gimme that!" you lunged at him, tripping over your heels as he jerked back, holding the camera above his head.
he knows you can feel him hard against your stomach, he doesn't care, "mind telling me what this is about."
for once you look nervous, "none of your fucking business rafe give it here--"
rafe jerks back again, "now given how this shit is full of videos of my sister cheating on my best friend, i think it is my fuckin business." he dangles it over your head, watching as your expression shifts to a glare, "and need i remind you...you have a boyfriend sweetheart. there's a lottt of people who would be very interested in knowing the kook princesses are dyking every night."
you laugh, and rafe's taken aback, "please rafe give me a break." you laugh again, leaning closer against his chest with a smirk, "you're just fuckin jealous."
"of who? sarah? you fuckin wish." rafe's blood runs cold when you shake your head no, leaning up on your toes until your lips brush his.
"of me. cause i got to her first. but i'll share, just this once." you kiss him, tongue first with a flick against his own and he moans.
there's the taste of your lipgloss yeah--strawberry and sticky sweet, but something else. headier, muskier, that lights up his tastebuds and he almost melts.
sarah, still lingering on your lips with such potency rafe's sure you had one more round before coming back. he's so hard he's dizzy, letting you direct him to the bed with a hand shoved down his pants, rolling your palm over his tip.
"you think we don't know rafe? you think we just see your nasty fucking cum in our underwear and don't know where it came from? cmon now i'm a slut but not that big of one." you waste no time with build up, shoving his shorts down. you were only supposed to come back for a quick second for the camera and you needed to be back soon.
rafe's flustered, for once. bucking his hips up to chase your fist, mouth agape as he keeps licking his lips, "you-- think that's all i did? christ you're fuckin stupid." he lets out a pained groan when you smack his balls, but you snort when he lets out a sticky spurt of precum against his torso.
"as if, now shut the fuck up i have to go soon," in a slight fumble you reach under your dress, slipping off your underwear you shove them in his mouth. he barely has time to register it as you spit directly on his tip, making him shudder as you spread it across his shaft, "now hurry up and you can snoop to your heart's desire."
with a kiss to his panty suffed mouth you speed up, keeping one hand resting at his base as the wet schlick of your motions fill the room, "damn rafe, you almost get as wet as she does." your hands are covered in him, precum running down your knuckles and your wrists as he groans beneath you.
"fuckfuckfuck," rafe's voice is muffled, but his quickening breath and tense thighs are all you need to know he's close. already you can feel his balls drawing up, so you cup them in your hand, massaging and coaxing him along.
"fuckin finally, there you go let it out."
he cums so long and so hard you're worried he'll black out. hips stuttering as he struggles to catch his breath."
while he's still fazed you grab the camera, wiping his cum off on your shorts as you get up to leave, "make sure you clean up okay? if sarah finds out i did this without her she'll be pissed."
with that you leave, heels clacking as you rush down the stairs and the door slams.
rafe takes the underwear out his mouth--this time baby blue with little clouds on them.
your boyfriend was in a shitty mood, and you knew better than to tease him, but you wanted to see just how far your could push him.
just before you and the pogues went to the beach, jj repeatedly told you to change out of the skimpy bikini you were wearing, but you didn't listen because the bikini was just so cute!!
when you all got to the beach, you sat on jjs lap in a beach chair, and you decided to grind on him intentionally, knowing it would wrack up his nerves again.
but what you didn't expect to happen, was for him to pick you up by your thighs, and carry you over to the twinkie. you look up at his face, and immediately realized how fucked up you are.
his eyebrows are furrowed, his tongue is on the inside of his cheek, and his jaw is clenched, his eyes filled with a mixture of rage and lust. your cheeks immediately flush, and you speak with a soft voice, but he cuts you off before you can even get a sentence out.
"jay—"
"shut up."
you gulp and look everywhere else but his eyes. you could tell you really set him off, and you didnt wanna fuck yourself up more than you already had.
he sets you down in the passenger seat in the twinkie, slamming the door. he goes over to john b, telling him that me and him were going back to the chateau.
john b nods him off, and jj comes back with that same cold and irritated expression he had with me a few moments back.
he gets in the drivers seat, slamming the door and putting the key in the ignition.
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when he parks outside the chateau, he gets out, opening your door and tugs you out by your arm roughly. hes dragging you into the nearest empty room, shutting and locking it behind him.
he slams you down on the bed and wraps a large hand around your neck, squeezing it with little pressure. "you think 's funny to tease me an' shit, huh?" he says, using his other hand to smack your cheek, the force causing your head to turn sideways.
you couldn't deny that it was turning you on, seeing him so mad made you wanna get your brains fucked out, but if you pushed him any further, all hell would break loose.
"no daddy 'm sorry" you squeak
"—y'know what, shut up and turn around."
you silently obey him, and turn to lay on your stomach, your face pushed into the pillow causing your lipgloss to smear.
"don't even wanna see your face right now." you hear him grunt from behind you, following the sound of his swim trunks coming down and his erection springing against his stomach.
he pushes your head further down into the pillow, and his two large hands grab your bikini bottoms, ripping it in half with no sort of effort. he tosses them off onto the floor, and gives you no warning as he pushes his whole length into your cunt from behind.
you let out a loud scream from the sudden fullness in your belly, trying to crawl forward to ease some of it out. he immediately jerks you back forward with an annoyed sound, burying himself to the hilt, the action causing his heavy sack to slap against your clit, making you whine.
he pulls himself out almost completely before slamming back in, his balls hitting your clit with every deep thrust he makes.
all you could do is take it. you were so helpless beneath him as he completely destroyed your pussy. you were drooling onto the pillow, your face pressed down into it forcefully, sticky lipgloss all over your mouth.
you reach a hand back (stupidly) to try and slow his harsh thrusts, but he throws your hand back where it was, and wraps a meaty arm around your throat, trapping you into a tight headlock.
he nears his release, his thrusts become faster and deeper, his balls now hitting your clit with more force. all you can do is whimper and whine from beneath his strong and meaty arm.
next thing you know, he's cumming inside your cunt with a groan, his thrusts slowing.
when he finishes, he shoves you down onto the bed, pulling out and tugging himself back into his swim trunks.
a/n: this shit is so filthy and i love it. requested by my baby @jjmaybankssurfergf enjoy, mwah ᥫ᭡
Summary: Who knew that asking your boyfriend's best friend for help with your sex life would make your boyfriend very angry...
warnings: DUB-CON, slightly toxic relationship, Rafe is mean but what else is new, dumb!reader, bimbo!reader, kook!reader
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Rafe’s groans were loud above you—as they always were—and while his satisfaction made you feel good about yourself and your efforts, the tight grip he had on your hair reminded you of your shame. Truthfully, you didn’t think you had done anything shameful—you were only trying to do something nice for your boyfriend—but as Rafe had stared you down with that deep frown on his face and the slight curl of his upper lip…
You realized very quickly that you had done something very wrong.
Rafe slightly lifted his hips off of his bed, forcing the length of his cock further past your lips. All of the saliva on his length made the intrusion smooth and easy, but it also made you feel a tad gross, but you recalled what Topper had said.
“Blowjobs are…dirty work,” he’d said while rubbing the back of his head. “The messier it is, the better.”
He’d shrugged at you, and despite the way those words made you frown, you believed him. Not only was he a guy, but he was Rafe’s best friend, and so he had to know what he liked. That was what drove you to seek out Topper for help to begin with. That and the fact that Sarah had given you a firm no when you’d initially gone to her. Something about feeling weird giving you sex advice all the while knowing it was going to be used on her brother.
“It never hurts to…spit on it,” the younger blond had advised.
Sex was already wet and sweaty and involved swapping bodily fluids, but something about spit just never…settled with you. With that being said, you took his advice and did just that, pulling your lips off of Rafe’s cock for only a moment to spit on the tip. When Rafe cursed from above you, you knew that you did something right, but it seemed that it clicked for him on how you knew to do that, and he was shoving himself back into your mouth again.
“Did Topper teach you that? Huh?” he sneered from above you, lifting his hips over and over again to drive himself between your swollen lips.
It brought tears to your eyes, not because it hurt, but because it became clear early on that this was just as much a gift for Rafe as it was a punishment for you. The sound of your mouth swallowing him repeatedly was loud in the otherwise quiet room, only accompanied by the blond’s uneven breathing. Your nose almost touched Rafe’s stomach, and you made a noise deep in your throat.
Your boyfriend heard it.
“I should make you gag on it, you know that?” he breathed. “I should break that pretty little jaw.”
His hand guided your head over him, rhythmically bobbing your head over his lap, and when you stole a peek, your tearful gaze met Rafe’s even one. As your eyes met, you felt…torn. Rafe looked so pretty with his cock in your mouth. Those blue eyes the most expressive you’ve ever seen them, his pink lips parted, and his dirty blonde hair with a mind of its own. You really, really liked him seeing like this, but…
Those blue eyes weren’t just dripping with desire for his sweet girlfriend. Rafe was also angry—pissed—and although you struggled to grasp why at first, you were slowly beginning to understand. Rafe had a habit of losing his cool if some guy even so much as looked at you the wrong way, but even still, Topper was his best friend and you were his girlfriend. You were two people he trusted the most, and that was why you’d had no hesitation in being honest with him.
“...and what were you doing at Topper’s?” was what he’d asked you less than thirty minutes ago.
When he’d asked you about your day, it had sort of slipped out without you even realizing it, and your lips had parted at the realization you’d ruined the surprise. A frown had formed between your brows, and you’d struggled to come up with a lie, pulling your lip between your teeth.
“He was helping me with something.”
It wasn’t a lie, but it was too vague of an answer for Rafe’s liking, and your boyfriend had stepped closer, his face pinched as he looked between your eyes.
“What was Topper helping you with that I couldn’t help you with?”
Your lips had opened and closed, struggling with what to say to him.
“It’s a surprise,” you’d said to him in a small voice.
You’d given him a small smile, but Rafe hadn’t returned it, and that was the first inkling you felt that something was wrong. Rafe’s house was empty—his entire family out—and he’d moved closer to you, tilting his head.
“...and have you ever known me to like surprises?”
You’d thought about it for a few moments before eventually shaking your head, shoulders sagging a bit.
“No…but you will like this one,” you’d answered, perking up with a smile and gently tugging on his shirt.
Again, Rafe hadn’t returned it, and you’d started to think that he wouldn’t like your surprise, after all, but he was a guy, and Sarah said that all guys loved getting their dicks sucked. Besides, it was among the many things you’d come across on Rafe’s laptop one day, links and videos full of people—women—doing things that you’d never done with him, things he’d never even brought up with you.
While it wasn’t like you thought he’d leave you over whatever you didn’t do for him, it still left a bad taste in your mouth. Sure, Rafe told you all the time that he loved what he loved about you and that he’d kill for you—something that made you a tad uncomfortable actually—but there was something about knowing Rafe desired much more than you were actively giving to him.
Did he not think you’d want to? Or that maybe you weren’t capable?
“Well, where is this surprise that you had to go to my best friend for?” he wondered, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Here?” you’d wondered, to which he nodded. “Now?”
Again, Rafe nodded, face stony, and you gave him a soft okay.
It was clear that he hadn’t been expecting you to kiss him, gently pressing your lips to his before parting them. As you coaxed his tongue out of his mouth, you reached for his folded arms, slowly pulling them apart before letting your hands drift to the waistband of his pants. At that, Rafe stopped you, and you pulled back slightly with a frown.
You were in the kitchen, but it wouldn’t be the first time you and Rafe did stuff in some place other than a bedroom, so you didn’t think that was why he stopped you. You found out that you were right.
When your eyes met Rafe’s, he was frowning at you with a different kind of frown now, and he slowly looked between your eyes as he studied your face. Excitement buzzed through your body as he just looked at you, but when his hands tightened on your wrists, your brow twitched, and you blinked.
“I don’t care about the surprise anymore—fuck the surprise, actually. What exactly did you and Topper do this afternoon?”
His tone and his voice had you shrinking in on yourself, and this was the moment that you realized Rafe was mad. Your lips parted as he stared down his nose at you, and when his hold grew tighter, you winced.
“I… I wanted to learn how to give you a good blowjob.”
It was the first time you were sure you’d ever seen Rafe just…freeze. The kitchen grew completely silent, and the air between you felt oddly off. Your boyfriend just stared at you for what felt like a long time, and for a moment, you started to wonder if he’d even heard you. Like you, he started to open and close his mouth a few times before eventually deciding on just snapping it shut. You watched Rafe’s jaw clench, and when he swiped his tongue between his lips, his chest was brushing yours.
“Topper…taught you…how to give a good blowjob.”
He said the words slowly, and you nodded in confirmation of the statement.
“I know that’s what you like, and-.”
“So, you gave Topper a blowjob?”
“No!”
The word came out so loud that it startled you, but Rafe’s question had startled you even more. Your eyes were wide as you looked at him, and as his own words hung in the air, you realized the cause for his sour mood. The thought actually made you chuckle, because Topper had been terrified of the same thing when you first went to him.
“We didn’t do anything that you and I would do,” you sweetly told him. “He just told me and showed me what to do.”
It was practically the same words you’d said to Topper when he also misunderstood you, but oddly enough, it hadn’t seemed to calm him down. He’d still been jittery and nervous, forcing you to basically beg him for his help. Even weirder, the clarification didn’t seem to calm Rafe down either, and you watched him press his tongue to the inside of his cheek.
His gaze briefly landed on the ceiling as he nodded.
“He just…told you and showed you what to do,” Rafe repeated, and you’d been dating him long enough to notice certain patterns with his tone.
You felt yourself shrinking a bit—deflating—and tears had kissed your eyes.
“I feel like you’re mad.”
Rafe had let out a laugh, but you struggled to find the humor in the situation. When your boyfriend looked at you again, he was stepping towards you, forcing you back. He was shaking his head at you—in that way that didn’t make you feel good—and you were suddenly reminded of the times when he wasn’t so nice to you and even made you cry.
“I know…I know that it takes you a little bit longer than everyone else to catch up sometimes,” he whispered, letting your hand go to gently take your chin between his fingers. “I know that.”
You struggled to piece together what he meant by that, and when you finally did, he was already insulting you again.
“...but you went to another man to help you learn how to go down, and you’re wondering if I’m mad?”
Rafe just stared at you, brows raised, and you slowly realized that he was expecting you to say something. With the knowledge that he initially thought you cheated on him, you were starting to see how Rafe might not see this from your eyes. Both Sarah and Rafe had repeatedly told you that everyone didn’t think like you did, but you hadn’t cheated on Rafe, so you were really struggling to understand his anger, right now.
You’d done it for him.
“I just wanted to make you happy,” you’d whispered.
At those words, you watched as Rafe’s eyes glazed over, and he stared you down with a look you couldn’t place. You watched the corner of his lips curve upwards ever so slightly, and when he let you go, the blood rushed through your arm again. Your boyfriend took a step back before raising his arm in a gesture towards the stairs.
“Well, let’s go…”
You’d straightened at the shift in his demeanor.
“Show me what he taught you, and make me happy.”
That was how you found yourself on your knees with Rafe’s cock in your mouth, and his hand on your head. He was rough, but you’d expected it because Rafe often was. However, you also accepted that there was an added layer to that because he was pissed off. You’d genuinely gone to Topper for help and to do something for your boyfriend in return for all he’d done for you.
Yes, Rafe could be mean sometimes, but he always told you he was sorry and made up for it by putting a gift in your hand. He wasn’t perfect, no, but neither were you. You knew how imperfect you were, how frustrating you could be—something your parents had never failed to be honest with you about—and so you didn’t expect from him what even you yourself didn’t live up to.
Besides, Rafe was always looking out for you—at parties, at the mall, and even in your own home when you had another near miss. He was always buying you any dress you wanted, and he was more sweet than he was mean. At least, you thought so. He often ran you baths and detangled your hair and helped you pick out what blush or lipgloss to put on. He enjoyed dressing you up, and you enjoyed letting him.
Your life just seemed to flow so much easier and smoother since you started dating Rafe.
…and you’d always known you weren’t the brightest person in the room, so whenever Rafe expressed his frustration with that, you tried not to let it get to you. This time was different though. This time you’d gone out of your way to try and do something nice for him, to try and be a better girlfriend to make him happy…and he wasn’t happy.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Rafe snapped when you pulled away, letting him fall out of your mouth.
He sat up and looked down at you as you knelt on the floor, arms crossed over your chest. With one look into your eyes, your boyfriend huffed, and you bit your lip in an attempt to keep it from trembling.
“You’re being mean,” you tearfully told him.
“No shit,” he bit out, reaching for you, but you reared back.
“I just wanted to do something nice for you!”
“By going to my best friend and asking him to teach you how to suck my dick, are you crazy?”
“How else was I supposed to surprise you, Rafe? Was I supposed to take notes from all of those videos on your computer?”
A silence descended over you, and you avoided his gaze. You could feel him staring at you, and you continued to look at the wall behind him.
“Is that what this is about?” he eventually sighed.
“You like it, otherwise you wouldn’t watch it. Any of it…”
A blowjob seemed the easiest barrier to cross, but you had worried yourself a bit on how you’d ever hype yourself up into doing any of that other stuff. You’d told yourself one step at a time, but who knew that what you thought would be the easiest would cause all of this. You angrily wiped away a stray tear.
“Come here…come here,” Rafe repeated himself when you didn’t budge, reaching for you and pulling you between his knees again.
He took your face into his hands and forced you to look at him. Rafe didn’t look as angry, now, eyes softer, and he brushed his thumb along your mouth.
“If I wanted to do everything I watched then we’d be in trouble.”
He chuckled to himself, but you didn’t laugh.
“Then why watch it?” you whispered, and your boyfriend rolled his eyes.
“It’s like putting on a football game.”
“Rafe, I saw some woman getting fucked by three men at once. No way you’re comparing that to football…”
“I’m just saying…” he started, leaning in and kissing you. “It’s not a big deal and especially not enough to where you need to go running to Topper for help on our sex life.”
His hand found it’s way to your throat.
“You want to know how to make me happy then you come to me,” he lowly said against your lips. “That’ll make me happier than any surprise, you understand?”
You nodded at that, and his hand moved to your hair again as he leaned back.
“Now spit on it, baby, just like you did before.”
You did, and soon after, Rafe was in your mouth again.
His hips wouldn’t stay still as you sucked in your cheeks around him, a sound leaving your boyfriend that you were sure you’d never even heard before. The groans that left him were animalistic, and you were shocked by how much it turned you on. You didn’t think that focusing on pleasuring Rafe would be so exciting, but it filled you with something that made you feel proud.
“Use your hand,” you heard him breathe.
You recalled Topper mentioning that, and you brought your hand up to wrap around what your lips couldn’t. Rafe lifted his hips again, one hand on your hair and the other on your wrist. When he softly told you to bring up your other hand, you didn’t quite understand why until he took it and placed it under his shaft. You played with him there, and Rafe’s satisfied moan reached your ears.
You bobbed your head over him for a while, taking in the taste of him and every sound he made. He sucked air through his teeth when you flattened your tongue against his cock, dragging it along him as you continued to suck him. All the while, you progressively grew wetter and wetter, enough to almost make you feel embarrassed. When Rafe started to sit up—albeit with difficulty—confusion filled you. It only grew when he pulled you off of him, completely standing now.
He looked down at you and you looked up at him as he rested his hands on the sides of your head.
“Open your mouth for me,” he purred. “Keep it open just like that.”
On instinct, you reached out to grip the back of his thighs as he began to thrust himself into your mouth. Something about it turned you on even more, and you didn’t know why. Maybe it was the look in his eyes? You could certainly see them better from this angle, and the blue of them looked so much darker to you as Rafe watched his cock disappear into your mouth.
Maybe it was the way you could see his chest heaving, quickly rising and falling as he struggled to breathe from how you were making him feel. His button down was open, and your eyes took in the slight glisten on his chest from the sweat. Your eyes traced his skin in the low light and then eventually his hair and how it hung along his forehead, kissing the skin there.
Or maybe…just maybe…you liked the feeling of Rafe using you.
You were completely still as he fucked your mouth, keeping your lips parted and your tongue flat for him. You liked being on your knees and letting Rafe use you as a means to an end, letting him use you to chase his high that would no doubt end in him spilling himself down your throat. You could tell that Rafe liked it too, your boyfriend not taking his eyes off of you once.
The choked gasps and groans from his mouth got louder and louder, and even if he wasn’t holding your head in place, you were sure you would’ve still remained there to let him come in your mouth, ropes of warmth hitting the back of your throat and tongue as he continued to fuck your mouth through his orgasm.
Rafe stroked your cheeks as he came, his breathing slowly becoming even again, and when he moved your head, you slid your lips along his cock one last time, tongue sliding against his length and swallowing anything left behind.
“Good girl,” you heard him murmur from above you.
When Rafe bent down to kiss you, you lifted yourself a bit to help him, smiling against his lips. His hand twisted into the hair at the nape of your neck, and you moaned into the kiss.
“You were just trying to be a good girlfriend, huh,” he whispered into your mouth.
You frantically nodded at that, happy that he wasn’t mad at you anymore.
“I guess I can’t fault you for that,” he hummed. “...but I’m still going to have to kick Topper’s ass.”
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