✮⋆˙ . bsf!rafe keeps 'accidentally' slipping inside after promising to just rub against you.
warnings — 18+ MDNI. bestfriend!reader x bsf!rafe pairing. name is self explanatory. manipulative tone & fake apologies.
cherie’s note — loosely based on this p!link.
your knees are bent, thighs open for him, trembling slightly from how real this feels — arms curled near your chest, lip caught anxiously between your teeth, breathing too fast for someone who's supposedly not having sex.
things had always been… complicated with you and rafe. secrets whispered in the dark, your body tucked into his bed more often than your own. he’d even taught you how to kiss — unforgivable, in hindsight. because now, whatever this was… it felt like the point of no return.
rafe kneels between your legs, stroking himself in slow, lazy pulls. deliberately. "just relax," he murmurs, voice low like he's talking you through something innocent. like this was something every best friend did — and you could definitely be convinced of such when it was him doing the talking. "i'm not gonna put it in. i told you."
he presses the head against your slit, sliding it up your folds, gathering the wetness along the underside of his throbbing cock. the squelch that bounces off the walls is unmistakable, a clear indicator of just how much you wanted this, despite the way your pulse raced. you jump at the first pass and he smiles — quick, hidden, gone before you even get the chance to look at him.
"how're you this worked up already?" he teases under his breath, more to himself than to you. "barely even touching you."
you squirm underneath him, embarrassed. "you're... rubbing on me..."
"mhm." he drags the swollen head down again, circling your entrance with soft precision — though his mind is anything but soft. not with you, sprawled out beneath him, eyes wide like a prey caught in a trap. his trap.
you gasp, a soft sound that shoots up his spine — and that's when he lets the tip catch you. not fully. just enough to make your body pull him in that tiny, helpless way you can't control. the thick head of his cock breaches the tightness of your cunt, and your thighs tremble slightly from the pressure.
"sorry," he breaths, pretending to pull back. "didn't mean— you're so warm, and wet. hard to aim."
you believe him immediately, like you always do, nodding. your cheeks burn, "it's okay. just... just be careful."
"i am," he promises, thumb stroking the soft skin of your knee. "i got you."
except he keeps doing it. that same slow glide, catching on you again, the head pushing just barely inside before he rocks back like it's truly accidental. each time, you make this soft, strangled sound that goes straight to his cock.
"you okay?" he murmurs.
you nod quickly, swallowing away at the nerves. "it just feels... weird."
"good weird?"
you nod again — and the way you do it, wide-eyed and trusting, makes him exhale shakily.
he strokes himself harder, a little faster, hips following the rhythm. the spongy tip of his cock keeps bumping and sliding against your slit with every pass, the feeling so dizzying you swear you could see stars. your slick coats his hand, helping the slick grip glide effortlessly against himself — makes everything sloppy and hot and impossible for him to 'aim'.
rafe swears he can lose himself in the sight of you alone. swears he'd give anything to see this everyday — you, eyes glassy and blinking slow, completely fucked-out and trembling under his guidance. so vulnerable. so trusting. pliant, too — keeping your thighs perched open enough to allow him the space he demands, without having to be asked.
you force a tiny breath out, shaky and full of shame, and he rewards you by rolling the head down again. and this time, when it catches, it sinks just a little deeper than before. enough to make your eyes fly fully open. enough to make your hips lift before you can stop yourself, telling him everything he needs to know.
he freezes. not really. just enough to pretend he's surprised.
"shit," he mutters, voice going hoarse. "that—that was deeper than i meant. m'sorry, baby."
and despite his apology, he stays there a beat too long — buried millimeters inside of your warm heat, throbbing. he pulls out slowly, letting a slick string stretch between where he’d previously pushed inside of you.
your heart jumps into your throat, "it's okay, ray," you whisper quickly, like you don't want him to feel bad. "was just an accident, right?"
⋆. 𐙚 ̊ includes ; jj maybank x fem!reader, established relationship with someone else, there is no resolution at the end only brainworms throughout, jj is the homewrecker in this scenario, knowing me there’s probably swears, kinda short i got a migraine halfway through. definitely not a way of procrastinating part two of the dolly series.
i don’t wanna talk down on your lover,
i don’t wanna be a homewrecker..
jj hated your boyfriend. like, very obviously hated your boyfriend without any real reason.
he thought the guy was a loser, even from the first time he laid eyes on him. it was something jj couldn’t quite put his finger on, but it didn’t stop him being a hater.
it was never subtle. the glares were purposeful, the snide comments loud and clear and the disregard as clear as day.
you wanted to know, jj had been one of your closest friends for a long time now, yet he never once broached the subject with you.
so you took it upon yourself to get to the bottom of this one sided hatred.
the front yard of the chateau was empty bar the grumpy blonde swaying in the hammock, his cap pulled down to cover his face from the sun, his body splayed lazily on the fabric.
and for once? you were alone. no boyfriend, no pouges, just you and jj. a perfect opportunity to have this conversation.
“can i ask something?”
you ask casually, dropping onto the opposite end of the hammock.
jj just hums in response, already knowing what was coming.
“what’s your problem with —“
“you can do better.”
jj interrupts your question before you get it out, pushing the cap off his face and lifting his head just enough to look at you.
“you’re settling for the bare minimum, less than the bare minimum actually.”
his words catch you off guard, your curiosity turning to offence once they register in your brain.
“yeah? well maybe if you actually got to know him instead of icing him out all the time you’d realise he was a decent guy!”
while the relationship was fairly new, you still wanted to defend him. sure, he wasn’t exactly the love of your life as things were right now, but he didn’t deserve the endless aggravation that came from jj.
“decent.”
it’s a one word answer, accompanied by a roll of his eyes while he sits up.
“listen, i don’t wanna talk down the guy. i just don’t think he’s the right guy for you. you deserve better, a guy that worships the ground you walk on. not some loser that thinks sitting in his car counts as a date.”
you chew on the inside of your lip, mentally cursing yourself for ever ranting to jj about your relationship in the past.
what was worse was the more he spoke, the more you were starting to agree.
but, you were stubborn.
“well, since you’re suddenly a god damn love expert, how exactly does a girl find better?”
your tone is sarcastic, eyes narrowing at him like you’re telling him that you don’t buy his bullshit for one second.
jj shrugs his shoulders, tugging his cap back onto his head before climbing out of the hammock, evidently done with the conversation.
“open your eyes, man. i know i can be better.”
he leaves you there, disappearing inside like he hadn’t dropped a bomb into your lap.
was he trying to tell you he should be your boyfriend?
⋆. 𐙚 ̊ hey, pretty girl. what’s your name, what’s your number?
𐙚 synopsis ; jj maybank x dolly cameron and how he ended up with her number.
𐙚 warnings ; lowercase intended, swearing, a speed write to lay the groundwork of the connection
𐙚 note ; omg heeeyyy. breaking my hiatus with a new series that i promised back in SEPTEMBER??? i have had a TIME besties. this series uses a mix of five seconds of summer, one direction and harry styles discography to tell the story of jj and dolly from seasons 1-3. (can you tell which era i was a teenager in). there’s not really a set season plot, kind of a mix of 1-3 because season four doesn’t exist to me ( jj’s crash out does not apply bc yessir ) so i don’t wanna hear ‘actually that happened in season-‘ I DON'T CARE LET MY SILLY LITTLE STORIES BE. ig this is technically a prologue? is that the word? idk, anyway enjoy.
the boneyard, the one place on the entire island where everyone — for the most part — got along. that is, provided everyone stayed on ‘their’ side of the beach.
unless you were a certain well known blonde that had too much to drink and was suddenly very interested in being friends with everyone.
and for once, that blonde wasn’t jj maybank.
dolly cameron, the alleged wildcard of the cameron family, sarah’s fraternal twin sister. technically her real name was melody, but the only person who ever called her that was her mother. dolly was a nickname that stuck from childhood.
and right now? dolly had her arm slung over john b’s shoulder, animatedly talking about ‘that time’ he stole canisters from the druthers like it didn’t cost him his job.
john b was taking it like a champ, a palm pressed against her ribs to stop her toppling over in her tipsy state, glaring at sarah from across the beach as if to tell her to help him.
“yeah, i remember dolly. hey, why don’t we sit down?”
the brunette suggests, all but forcing dolly to sit on a log a few steps away from them before sitting beside her like some sort of bodyguard.
sure, kooks and pouges didn’t get along at the best of times, but what kind of asshole would john b be if he left a girl alone when she’d clearly had too much to drink and wandered away from her friends?
“shit, that’s somethin’ y’don’t see too often, huh?”
a snort of amusement comes from jj maybank, swinging a leg over the log and settling on the other side of john b with a red solo cup in his hand, tilting it in dolly’s direction as he spoke.
“hey, pretty girl. what brings ya over to our side? don’t tell me, it was this handsome bastard right?”
jj grins, tousling john b’s hair and barking out a laugh at his friends protests.
dolly wasn’t in on the joke, blissfully ignorant in her own little bubble and presuming jj’s question was a serious one.
she takes a second, looking each boy over before shaking her head dismissively.
“nah. he’s more sarah’s type.”
her tone is unmistakably pointed, but the statement is vague enough to not give too much away. yeah, she knew about john b and sarah, but did his friends?
“what about me? ‘m i your type?”
jj throws the question out like it was normal, that infamous cocky smirk etched into his face, his elbows resting on his knees when he leans forward.
“there you are, dee.”
topper thorntons voice behind them makes the trio jump, flat, monotonous, like finding dolly was some huge inconvenience for him.
“rafe’s looking for you.”
dolly complains under her breath, but stands up anyway, wiping her hands on her shorts before stepping over the log.
but before she gets too far, a hand wraps around her wrist. not tight, but holding her in place.
jj, still sat, holds out a battered and cracked samsung in his free hand.
“what’s your number?”
everything in dolly is telling her it’s a bad idea, that the blowback from anyone finding out would be astronomical. and judging by the look on john b’s face? he agreed.
jj doesn’t waver, an eyebrow raised as the pair stare at each other, seeing who would move first.
“you’re lucky you’re cute,”
dolly tuts, rolling her eyes and taking the phone from his hand, tapping in her phone number and saving it;
melody ‘dolly’ cameron. the other half of the cameron twin sisters, and if you thought ward favoured sarah it isn’t a patch on how he treats dolly. the kook princess. spoiled beyond comprehension. a walking stereotype on the surface, blonde hair, tanned skin and daddy’s credit card. beneath the polished exterior, however, dolly harbours secrets that could flip the outer banks on its head. torn between unyielding loyalty to her sister and the expectations her father has for her, dolly doesn’t follow the rules. she’s the reason they’re there in the first place.
omg hey guys 🤭 breaking my hiatus by introducing the main character for my upcoming mans best friend series !! most of my work is x reader so i’m actually excited to see how i go with an actual oc.
in regards to an upload schedule, i don’t have one. i’m in hospital AGAIN with tonic clonic epilepsy but trust and believe that parts will be no longer than 5 days between.
Everyone always seems to be slightly annoyed by JJ, but not you, never you.
a/n: I'll be writing a few different fics for sweetheart gf reader (has its own section on my masterlist), might post some headcanons or a character profile at some point too!
JJ was used to people getting annoyed at him. In fact, he lived off it — almost like if the world was annoyed at him, then at least it was acknowledging his existence enough to be annoyed. The pogues would get exasperated with his reckless stunts, his stealing, him and his gun — John B rolling his eyes when he would talk non-stop, demonstrating his latest “party trick”. Kiara would walk away, refusing to even listen when he's telling her about his latest “million dollar” idea. Pope trying hard to explain to JJ exactly why it wouldn't work to kidnap Shoupe just to clear their friend's name. His teachers would kick him out of class for being too disruptive, hating the way all their students would immediately be distracted by him just being there.
It didn't bother him — not really — he barely even noticed it most times, other times he would do it on purpose just to get a rise out of people. JJ was someone who was unapologetically himself, and the rest of the world could suck it for all he cared.
“No Pope, listen, if I start driving fast enough and then stand up on the bike, it'll totally work, y’know, titanic style.” He puts his arms out, demonstrating titanic style, talking so fast that he barely takes a breath.
Kiara and John B exchange a look and roll their eyes simultaneously upon hearing JJ mumble a “it’s basic physics Pope, I thought you were the smart one, jeez.” and “thinking never helps when you already got the idea, okay bro?”
“And why would you want to stand up on your bike while it's moving?” Pope gives JJ a look that says yeah that's one hundred percent not happening.
“I don't know, just thought it'd be fun,” JJ grumbles with a defeated sigh as he plops himself directly onto Kiara's outstretched legs on the couch.
“Ow JJ, fuck, you're so fucking heavy, get off.” Kiara pushes him to the side, pulling her legs out from under him.
JJ laughs, unaffected, and turns to John B, grabbing the joint off him mid drag.
“JJ, seriously?”
“What? It's my weed.” He blows the smoke directly into John B's face, laughing to himself as John B screws up his face and gets off the couch to sit next to Pope.
“Sooo, is your girlfriend coming to babysit you anytime soon?” Kiara questions, grabbing the joint from JJ's hand.
“What? Nah, she's working late today, just going to sneak into her room later tonight.”
John B gives him an approving nod as Pope and Kie roll their eyes.
The next few hours pass by unnoticed — clouds of smoke, JJ's endless ‘Number one rules’ and ‘what ifs?’ dissipating into the hot summer air, the sun setting on the day gently.
JJ throws an empty beer can at Pope’s head — Pope shooting him a pointed look, questioning.
“What’s the time?”
Pope pulls out his phone, quickly swiping away the message from his dad asking when he’ll be home.
“9:15.”
“Shit, I gotta go, my girl’s waiting for me.” He smirks, rubbing his hands together, flexing his neck side to side as he stands up.
───♡───
You’re lying on your bed, freshly showered, wearing a matching pajama set — a soft pink tank top that hugs you perfectly and criminally short shorts that had JJ groaning and biting down on his lip when you stepped out of the bathroom. You had giggled, turning the light off and switching on the small fairy lights draped across the top of your bed.
You were scrolling on your phone — needing time to wind down after a tiring day at work — JJ poking your shoulder, trying to get your attention. You hum softly in acknowledgement. JJ doesn’t answer, just continues poking you softly, before squeezing his head into your chest, groaning loudly like he doesn’t know what to do with himself before biting down on the skin just above your top — hard.
You smile down at him, big and bright, like he hadn’t just bit you and wasn’t still poking you obnoxiously.
“Hi baby,” you whisper down at him, running your hands through his hair, giving him your full attention, kissing his forehead softly. JJ feels warmth spread through his chest, through his face, the tips of his ears turning pink, smiling so wide it almost hurt.
You turn back to your phone, still scrolling as JJ pets your head, plays with the fingers on your free hand, poking your sides, squeezing you. You sigh softly, putting your phone down. JJ pulls back slightly, thinking you’ve had enough.
“I love when you love on me, like you can’t get close enough to me.” You kiss his cheek, eyes slipping shut lazily.
JJ smiles, surprised, “You want me to keep doing it?”
“Yeah, keep doing it.” You guide his hand back to your head and JJ nuzzles his face into your chest again, before pulling back slightly, eyes twinkling.
“What would be the first thing you would do as me if we swapped bodies?”
JJ has the biggest grin on his face, watching intently as you ponder his question, giving him your answer. He holds himself back from interrupting you, before telling you exactly what he’d do if you switched bodies for the day — that being the main reason he had asked you.
JJ’s on a roll, repeating all his ideas from earlier that night with the pogues; all his ‘what ifs?’ and ‘number one rules’ and ‘oh did I tell you about the time when…?’ You smile, nod along, hands running through his hair repeatedly, gently cupping his face as he talks excitedly, making sure to keep his voice down so as to not wake your parents.
JJ had never known a love like yours — so patient, so sweet, so understanding. Someone to have his back, be in his corner, pick his side for once, even if it seemed crazy to everyone else. You’d get annoyed from time to time — as anyone would — but you saw past it, past the recklessness, the jokes, the restless energy. You saw his desire for closeness, for affection, his wanting to be heard, wanting to matter, wanting to be taken seriously — and you were more than willing to indulge him. Every single time.
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melody ‘dolly’ cameron. the other half of the cameron twin sisters, and if you thought ward favoured sarah it isn’t a patch on how he treats dolly. the kook princess. spoiled beyond comprehension. a walking stereotype on the surface, blonde hair, tanned skin and daddy’s credit card. beneath the polished exterior, however, dolly harbours secrets that could flip the outer banks on its head. torn between unyielding loyalty to her sister and the expectations her father has for her, dolly doesn’t follow the rules. she’s the reason they’re there in the first place.
omg hey guys 🤭 breaking my hiatus by introducing the main character for my upcoming mans best friend series !! most of my work is x reader so i’m actually excited to see how i go with an actual oc.
in regards to an upload schedule, i don’t have one. i’m in hospital AGAIN with tonic clonic epilepsy but trust and believe that parts will be no longer than 5 days between.
yeah the series is called man’s best friend but you got me all the way messed up if you don’t think i’ll be drawing inspiration from miss carpenters entire discography yessir
melody ‘dolly’ cameron. the other half of the cameron twin sisters, and if you thought ward favoured sarah it isn’t a patch on how he treats dolly. the kook princess. spoiled beyond comprehension. a walking stereotype on the surface, blonde hair, tanned skin and daddy’s credit card. beneath the polished exterior, however, dolly harbours secrets that could flip the outer banks on its head. torn between unyielding loyalty to her sister and the expectations her father has for her, dolly doesn’t follow the rules. she’s the reason they’re there in the first place.
omg hey guys 🤭 breaking my hiatus by introducing the main character for my upcoming mans best friend series !! most of my work is x reader so i’m actually excited to see how i go with an actual oc.
in regards to an upload schedule, i don’t have one. i’m in hospital AGAIN with tonic clonic epilepsy but trust and believe that parts will be no longer than 5 days between.
my recommended and favourite jj maybank fics and series. I haven't included content warnings for each so read at your own discretion - you are responsible for the content you read
angst
Habits by @xreaderbooks
The Love We Deserve by @loveharlow
Illicit Affairs by @mvybanks
I said I'm fine by @drabbles-mc
Her Lips on Your Neck by @rafesfavgirl
Different by @silent-stories
Guilt as Sin by @deathbyathousandspiders
yes to heaven by @stargirlinterludefr
promise (also contains some explicit content) by @jjs-bitch
Love You From a Distance by @coffeebeanbabysdreams
I Love You, I'm Sorry by @cultcameron
Wanna Be Yours by @maybankswhore
back to you by @peavhyshy (explicit content)
fluff
Ouch by @dreamsontheirway
Ain't Easy by @dreamsontheirway
Anchored in Love by @lilastrocup
Shaved Confessions by @pixelated-pogues
Who's the guy? by @surftrips
Golden Hour by @lilastrocup
hate to be lame by @santaasi
can't say no by @silent-stories
a love unlike any other by @camilyscove
Don't kiss me, I'm sick by @chimindity
moonstruck by @santaasi
inked by @cultcameron
mini skirts and heart attacks (suggestive) by @mmaybanks
say you like me by @lilastrocup
smut (MDNI)
five minutes by @jjasen
summer daze by @writingsbyren
Friends to Lovers by @sublimecatgalaxy
birthday boy by @moremaybank
camgirl by @stargirlmaybank
enjoy the now by @santaasi
Live Wire by @daylighted
living room by @maybankxw
tatted by @angelofcigs
series
not all series are complete: some are just multi-parts!
the blue by @quin-ns (content warnings: step!brother jj, explicit content)
Omg please write more for Wally Clark. I need some overstimulation kink and I loved your last piece. 💖💖
⋆. 𐙚 ̊ crybaby .ᐟ 3
⋆. 𐙚 ̊ synopsis ; forty years is a long time to go without getting laid, and when one thing leads to another, wally gets a little carried away.
⋆. 𐙚 ̊ includes ; wally clark x fem!reader, porn with very little plot, reader is described as having long hair, reader is described as being shorter than wally, unprotected sex ( don’t do this ), oral (m!receiving), fingering, wally has a filthy mouth ( you’re telling me the popular jock wouldn’t talk you through it? ), reader cries ( /pos? )
content below the cut is intended for readers over the age of eighteen, minors do not interact.
ten years, ten long years you had roamed the halls of your old high school. well, haunted would be more fitting.
there was one silver lining, you had died in the cuntiest outfit you owned. a black micro skirt, which in your defence was the fashion in the early two-thousand’s, a leopard print tank top, again, it was all the rage, and a cropped black tracksuit jacket with a fur hood.
if this years students could see you, they probably wouldn’t wanna talk to you.
a pastime of the afterlife included hiding in the janitors closet, attempting to copy the makeup you saw girls today wearing while out of sight of the other ghosts.
thank god you straightened your hair the day you died.
your knees are tucked up to your chest as you look through your overflowing makeup bag, your hand finally grasping the mascara tube you were searching for.
when the door is swung open and slammed in record time you freeze, mascara wand mid air and mouth slightly parted as you look up to see who barged into your hiding place.
wally clark, another ghost. you mentally curse, knowing that you could be seen if he turned around and your hideout was compromised. but wally seemed too distracted to turn around, his hand planted against the door and his head hung low.
you couldn’t help wonder if he was okay, especially when his breathing became more ragged and his forehead fell against the door, right beside his hand.
at first you thought he could be having a panic attack, but when you heard him groan out a quiet ‘fuck’ the realisation hit you like a freight train.
“uh, occupied?”
to say you scared wally was an understatement, his head almost hit the ceiling with how high he jumped before spinning around to see who he’d barged in on, his hand still buried in his sweatpants.
you couldn’t deny wally was attractive, especially now, that cursed varsity jacket abandoned somewhere, leaving him in his white tshirt and grey sweatpants. he was sweating, muscles flexed and that god forsaken chain hanging around his neck.
his eyes land on you, sat on the concrete floor looking up at him, lips still parted from the sudden invasion. for a second he screws his eyes shut, letting his head fall back with a sigh as he took his hand out of his pants.
“sorry,” he deadpans, too frustrated to make the apology sound genuine “didn’t think anyone else came here.”
there’s something that stops you from throwing back a sarcastic quip or a demand to leave, you just sit there staring like a deer in headlights.
“i’ll go.”
when he turns to open the door, your mouth moves faster than your brain can keep up with. not that your brain was much good at the moment, all it kept telling you was how hot wally looked.
“stay.” you blurt out, surprising both yourself and wally as you shift to sit on your knees “let me help you.”
you didn’t know if it was a panic response or ten years of unattended horniness, but you did know you hoped he would agree rather than bolt.
wally is speechless, heavy lidded as he stared down at you, the strain against his sweatpants becoming more noticeable by the second. you can tell he thinks it’s a bad idea, but he was too horny to care.
“fuck it,” he huffed, shoving his pants down just enough to free his dick from its restraint and stroking it slowly.
a grin appears across your face, and you waste no time in wrapping your mouth around him, swirling your tongue in quick circles and relishing the noise he made in response.
his fingers lace through your hair, tugging at it as his hips bucked against your face, his cock forcing its way down your throat with every thrust.
“that’s it, baby.” he groans, fingers tightening in your hair when you ignore your gag reflex and take him until your nose is pressed against his pelvis “shit, you’re so fucking hot. such a good girl, taking my cock so well”
it’s not long until you can feel him twitch against your tongue, letting you know he was getting closer with every flick of your tongue.
you whine when he pulls out of your mouth, but quickly get the message when he continues to work himself with a hand, the other tugging at your hair. you stick your tongue out in anticipation, and the sight alone is enough to finish wally off, managing to get most of his release into your mouth as the rest ran down your chin.
“god, you’re fucking perfect.” wally mumbled, getting you to your feet and pressing your back into the shelves behind you “you’re a mess already, baby.” he mumbles against the skin of your neck, kissing along the skin until he reaches your ear “just imagine how you’re gonna look riding my cock.”
he tears the flimsy fabric of your skirt, as if to punctuate his words, making you gasp in surprise as you’re left in your underwear with wally towering over you.
wally glides his thumb across your chin, collecting the mess he made before pushing the digit into your already open mouth, the fingers of his free hand digging into your hip.
“i’m gonna fuck the shit out of you,” wally warns, ghosting his hand along where you need him most “gonna fuck you so good the whole schools gonna hear you fall apart on my cock.”
“please, wally.” you whimper out, bucking against his hand for some form of contact.
without warning he plunges two fingers into you, holding you up by the neck when your knees go weak and you cry out his name.
“you can be as loud as you want, babe” wally laughs, his thumb rubbing fast circles into your clit as his tongue finds its place on your neck, leaving obvious marks behind as it went “wanna make sure the entire school hears how much of a slut you really are, i mean, who sucks off someone in a janitors closet? you were practically drooling at the thought of me fucking your mouth.”
nothing coherent is leaving your mouth, just babbles of sound between loud moans. wally never lessens his pace, the feeling make you dizzy and blurring your eyes until something snaps, leaving you screaming in pleasure as wally fingers you through your orgasm.
“there’s a good girl,” wally coos, removing his fingers and placing them in his mouth while his free hand shoved your underwear down your legs “i’m gonna destroy you, baby, starting right here.”
he slowly drags a finger across your clit before shoving off this sweatpants entirely. the closet is a cramped, sweaty mess as you both desperately undress each other until you’re both in nothing but your socks.
“fuck,” wally sighs, biting down on his lip as he looked you over “i wanna see you ride me so bad but, don’t think it’s gonna happen here.”
after a beat he’s turning you away from him, bending you over a shelf to give you something to hold onto before sliding into you with no warning.
his pace is relentless, slamming into you hard and fast, pulling your hair back into a makeshift ponytail to pull you back towards him.
“you’re doing so good, gorgeous. taking me so fucking well, look so pretty on my cock,” wally groans out, pistioning his hips at a speed that sends your second orgasm crashing through you without warning.
“good girl,” wally coos, wrapping an arm around your waist to continue his assault on your clit “that’s it, baby, that’s it. fuck, you’re so fucking hot making a mess all over my cock, my pretty girl.”
tears spill down your face, tracking mascara along your cheeks as he continues rutting into you. the overstimulation leaving your brain short circuiting, leaving you only able to cry out his name as drool pooled in the corner of your mouth.
your fucked out state only motivates wally more as his thrusts become more and more desperate until he finally releases inside of you with a low groan, the feeling of him running down your inner thigh is enough to throw you into your third orgasm.
“you did so good, pretty girl.” wally praises, slipping out of you and pressing a kiss to your shoulder “fuck, i haven’t fucked like that in forever.”
“mm, same” you mumble out, completely fucked out and barely able to stand let alone speak.
“ruined your makeup,” wally sighs apologetically, glancing down at the now abandoned makeup bag as he began to redress “come find me when you’re done, yeah? i still wanna see you riding me.”
some of you may have noticed i have been missing for quite some time. as some of you may know, in july of 2024 i was in an accident in which i fractured my neck, spine and damaged my central nervous system. my mental health was the lowest it had ever been. in the past couple of months i have been diagnosed with epilepsy as a result of the damage caused to my nervous system, because of this i have had my license voided, had to sell my car and am officially medically disabled.
as a 22 year old who was previously extremely independent, driving and working two jobs, you can imagine how something like this impacted me and my mental health. i distanced myself from friends, family and even my partner. i stopped doing the things i loved most and even began to blame myself despite the accident being something completely out of anyone’s control.
thankfully, i am healing both mentally and physically, slowly but surely. i am going to try my absolute best to get back into the swing of writing, and requests are open, but please show grace and allow me to take the time to ease back into writing.
if you read this far, you’re a trooper, and i thank you from the bottom of my heart.
reader craves jj and is a virgin, you make up the rest 🥹
dirty little secret ! jj maybank x reader
synopsis; liquid courage, more commonly known as gin, gives you the confidence to finally approach the infamous jj maybank.
warnings; jj maybank x virgin!cameron!reader, innocence kink, loss of virginity, sexual content, jj having a filthy mouth, i may have gotten carried away.., under the cut.
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the night air whips around you, making you wrap your flimsy cardigan around your body. the bonfire does very little to keep you warm, and you haven't drank enough for the alcohol to start warming you up.
you can't remember the last party you had attended at the boneyard, your sister, sarah, was a frequent flier, your brother rafe was a law onto himself.
but still, regardless of the cold, you're having fun. not as much fun as the rowdy pouges in your peripheral vision, despite how much you wanted to join in. kooks and pouges didn't mix, it was the law of the land and you knew better than to go against it. that and your father would probably keel over if you started running around the island with people your family couldn't stand.
it wasn’t easy, especially when you kept making eye contact with a certain blonde every time you looked in the groups direction.
the more you drank, the more you found yourself staring, and after a particularly strong drink you had somehow drifted closer to the pouges.
“sarah’s sister, right?” john b asks, recognising you from his work on your dads boat.
all you can give in response is a nod, afraid you’d say something ridiculous given your current state. besides, with jj maybank eyeing you up from behind john b it was hard to think straight.
barely five minutes of small talk has passed by the time an equally inebriated jj is getting handsy. placing a hand on your waist whenever he passed by you, lingering close by whenever another guy joined the group, and eventually he was pressed against the back of you, his hands on your hips as he stared down the guy who’d approached you with a drink.
it’s a blur to you, how you went from standing in the boneyard to leaning back against the twinkie, john b’s affectionately name rust bucket, with jj standing in front of you, that damned smirk on his face.
“you’re trouble,” you laugh, rolling your eyes at a particularly racy comment he’d made.
“oh, my bad princess,” jj taunted, an arm extending to plant a hand beside your head “i forgot you’re too good for a pouge, too used to getting fucked by kooks.”
“oh, of course. because rafe definitely lets anyone close enough for me to sleep around.”
you don’t miss how his jaw tightens at the mention of your brother, or how he’s gotten a lot closer in the last few seconds.
neither of you speak a word, the tension between you sitting heavy on both your chests. you move first, fingers grabbing the hair at the nape of his neck and pulling him into you.
the kiss was messy, your hands in his hair as his roamed your body, roughly tugging your cardigan off your shoulders.
“gonna let me make you feel good, baby?” jj mumbles into your ear as his nips along your neck “let a dirty pouge destroy the pretty princess?”
your head falls back against the van with a mewl, you can’t even form anything other than a babble as you nod quickly “i haven’t — i’ve never..”
“i know, baby.” jj cuts you off, sparing you the awkwardness of trying to explain you were still a virgin “and if you wanna stop, i’ll stop”
part of you was surprised that even though you were both drunk, and supposed to be sworn enemies, he was putting your comfort above everything.
that and it was extremely hot.
you respond by dragging him into you again, your lips meeting in another messy, desperate kiss as jj fumbled with the hem of your skirt.
slowly he drags his fingers along your abdomen before dipping them into your underwear, slowly drawing circles along your clit.
“jj!” your whine prompts him to quicken his work, his middle and ring finger dipping inside as his thumb pushed hard, fast circles into your most sensitive spot.
“you like that, princess?” jj’s voice is gentle, a stark contrast from his hand tightening that unfamiliar knot in your stomach, his other reaching to undo his jeans.
wordlessly, his free hand reaches down to cup your ass, easily lifting you from your spot on the ground. he keeps you pressed against the van, your legs wrapping around his waist as your hands grip his biceps.
the whole scenario was a mess, making out sloppily as you both tried tugging at each others clothes in an effort to get what you really wanted.
between laboured breaths and quiet moans, your skirt had been pulled up and out of your way, bunched up at your hips as jj pulled your underwear to the side and lined himself up.
slowly, he pushed himself inside, his head falling back with a groan when he was fully buried inside you. he stilled for a moment, giving you time to adjust as his mouth captured yours once again.
the gentleness is short lived, as soon as your winces and hisses turn into moans and screams of his name he’s slamming into you, one hand placed on your neck to pin you against the cold metal as the other gripped your ass hard.
“wonder what brother dearest would say about this,” jj laughed harshly, pistoning into you harder and deeper with every moan “what do you think, baby? think your big, bad brother would be happy to know his baby sister is taking my cock like such a good girl? think those stuck up kooks would be impressed if they heard you let a filthy pouge fuck you, huh? or if they knew you screamed my name as i fucking destroyed this perfect pussy, let alone took your virginity.”
the absolute filth was enough to snap the band in your stomach, making you scream out as you tightened around him. but jj wasn’t done just yet, not only was he chasing his own high, he was making sure nobody else would make you feel the way he was right now.
“that’s it, pretty girl.” he groaned, the hand around your neck dropping to play with your clit “you look so pretty making such a mess on my cock, fuck. you did so good, angel.”
your eyes are rolling back, overstimulation tracking tears down your cheeks and sending jolts through your body as he continued fucking into you relentlessly.
“driving me fucking crazy, knowing i’m the only one that ever fucked you, knowing nobody but me had you screaming, making a mess all over my cock.”
with a final thrust, jj buries himself inside you. his head buried in the crook of your neck as the noise of you both falling apart is masked by the party raging on only a couple feet away.
it takes a minute for you both to get back to reality, and when you do jj is already wiping the tears from your face.
“y’okay?” his laboured breath and tired voice sending goosebumps through your entire body.
you nod, too fucked out to even speak right now. your head is tilted back against the van, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you attempt to unscramble your brain.
a gentle whine escapes you when jj pulls out, carefully placing you on your feet and sliding open the back door of the twinkie for you to sit down.
“gotta get cleaned up,” you mumble, the wetness collecting in your underwear making you reluctant to sitting down just yet.
jj chuckled as he redid his jeans, his head shaking as he found the whole ordeal, or more so your cluelessness, pretty amusing “don’t think you’ll find a shower out here, princess. looks like you’ll have to spend the rest of tonight with a little me in you.”
your face heats up as you straighten yourself up, collecting your cardigan from the floor “how nice of you.”
“between the great dick and this, you can’t say i never gave you nothin’.”
you laugh at the joke, hearing footsteps approaching the van and catching a glimpse of kiara heading your way.
“i’m sorry, i better..” you trail off, gesturing towards the party. you weren’t embarrassed about what happened, but at the same time your little encounter with jj would be enough to start a civil war.
jj shakes his head, giving you a knowing look “i get it, it’s cool. and i won’t tell anyone.”
you offer him a soft smile, a wordless thanks and an agreement to do the same before heading back towards the boneyard in a way that would keep you from running into kiara.
“hey, angel!” jj calls out, making you stop and look back “we should do this again sometime.”
Okay so 95% of what I read on here is Wally Clark fan fiction, I do however, read others (they just so happen to be other Milo Manheim characters, what can I say the man does something to me🤭😜) and thought I would share my favourites. I will update every so often when I can.
Zombies- Zed Necrodopolis
Bubblegum by @whoopsyeahokay
Stupid Z- band by @cades-outsider
Awkward Question by @stray-kaz
Betwixt (part 2 of awkward question) by @stray-kaz
Midnight Resolution (part 3 of awkward question) by @stray-kaz
