content warning: fem! reader, pet names (baby, beautiful, my girl, love), oral sex (female receiving), unprotected p in v sex (wrap it before you tap it folks), very light praise kink
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Barry had tried being patient, but he’d been up for over an hour now and you were still sound asleep. Barry had tried whispering your name, running the tip of his finger along your cheekbone and jawline, gently running a hand down your spine, but none of his efforts had received more than a shiver in reaction.
Now he ups his efforts, leaning over your sleeping form to kiss a ring around your ear and down your neck. You shift in your sleep, humming lightly as he makes his way back up to your ear, gently pulling your earlobe between his teeth.
"Baby, it’s time to wake up.” He murmurs right next to your ear, then kisses your cheek.
Your eyes flutter open slowly, a low noise escaping your lips as he kisses along your jawline, sucking lightly where your jaw meets your throat.
"Good morning.” You hum, reaching up a hand to tangle in his hair.
“Good morning, beautiful.” He returns, nipping playfully before soothing the sting with his tongue.
He runs a hand up your leg, rubbing his thumb against your inner thigh tantalizingly. “Too tired.” You tell him in a sleepy voice, and he chuckles against your neck.
He kisses his way back up till his face hovers over yours. “Then let me do all the work.” He whispers, kissing your nose, then the space between your eyebrows. “I promise I’ll make you feel really good.” He says in a singsong voice, and you give in.
“Alright, but I’m not doing a single thing.” You warn him and he smirks mischievously.
“Fine by me.”
He returns to the collar of your shirt, kissing along it till he reaches you cleavage where he begins to suck a faint bruise. His hands toy with the hem of your shirt, pushing it up to reveal your underwear.
“You know I’ve been waiting an hour for you to wake up, and I haven’t had breakfast yet… I’m getting kind of hungry.” The slow heat in your abdomen triples in size, and your hips lift just enough to let him know you’re interested.
He laughs at your ministrations, taking the hint and skipping over your shirt to hover over your covered arousal. He presses a kiss to your slit through the fabric before pulling it down your legs and tossing it over the edge of the bed.
He begins to suck at the skin of your thigh, teasing you with how close he is to where you really want him to be.
You draw in a shaky breath and dig your nails into his shoulders when he gently bites at the sensitive skin he was just abusing. He moves closer, revolving between sucking roughly at your skin and gently scraping his teeth over the sensitive spots. He pauses when you raise your hips, wordlessly begging him to get on with it, but only for a moment before he tenderly places a kiss to your wet lips.
You inhale at the contact, but moan when he runs his tongue all the way up your slit. He slowly uses the tip of his tongue to push your lips apart, grazing it over your soaked entrance, all the way up to your clit. He circles your clit slowly, without direct pressure on it before moving down to push his tongue inside your entrance. You immediately give in with how wet you are and he slowly fucking you with his tongue, draping an arm over your waist to hold you down. His pointer finger brushes just barely over your clit, a tease.
You suck in a sharp breath and immediately push up, chasing the contact. He circles your entrance with the tip of his tongue then moves up to draw patterns on your clit. You moan, digging your finds hard into his shoulders, no doubt leaving red marks, when he licks a broad, flat stripe over your pussy. He follows up with tiny kitten licks on your clit.
You squirm, the air in the room growing hotter, and your hips stutter not knowing whether you should buck up into his mouth or pull away from the insistent pressure. He brings his free hand up to knead the flesh of your thigh as he licks into you, and the other is brought down to your entrance, one finger slowly sliding into you. The sensation pulls a moan from your chest, and you squeeze his finger, suddenly desperate for something to fill you.
Barry groans, a shudder traveling down his spine at the feeling of your vagina sucking his finger deeper into you. He presses a hot, open-mouthed kiss to your entrance, tongue flat against it, and his hums low and vibrating. Your hips jerk on instinct, but his hand clenching your thigh keeps you in place. He slowly presses a second finger in you, curling the two fingers to rub against your sweet spot. He does it again and again, curling his fingers and lapping skillfully at your clit.
It doesn’t take long, with the assault on both your clit and g-spot, for the ball of twisting heat in your abdomen to become too much. “I’m close.” you whimper and Barry immediately doubles down, chasing your orgasm. He sends you over the edge with a flick of his tongue and two fingers pressing into the spongy spot deep inside of you.
You moan loudly, back arching as you cum, clenching hard around his fingers and covering his hand with release. You collapse back onto the bed, spent and panting.
He pulls his fingers from you and releases your thigh, climbing back up you to whisper in your ear, “Can I fuck you, pretty girl?”
You nod your head weakly, and he doesn’t ask twice, pulling his pants down just enough to pull out his erect penis. You watch in a daze as he presses the red, pulsating head against your entrance, then pushes inside of you with one fell swoop.
He bottoms out without stopping, groaning deeply right next to your ear and sending a shiver throughout your body. You wrap one arm around his shoulders, digging the other into the bed for leverage as he begins to piston his hips, thrusting in and out of you at a quickly increasing pace. He fucks you hard and fast, burying his face in your neck.
It doesn't take him long, already pent up from eating you out, and after a few more thrusts his hips stall and he moans loudly, cumming inside you.
He slowly pulls out, and you wince at the feeling. You watch tiredly as he leaves the room, returning wiping his hand on a towel. He climbs back on the bed, cleaning the drying mess on your thighs before tossing the towel on his bedside table and draping himself along your side.
"I'm going back to sleep now." You whisper and he chuckles, nodding slowly.
"Goodnight, love."
You turn on to your side, curling into him. "Goodnight."
tw: suggestive content, flirting, mentions of illegal substances, reader being adorable, barry being down bad
you’re new to the whole ‘4/20 blaze it’ mentality. it’s all because of an off-handed comment from a distant cousin— saying that some weed would mellow you out and you wouldn’t be so ‘goddamn nervous’ all of the time. you’re not sure how true that hypothesis could be, but isn’t it worth the risk?
everyone knew barry. kooks, pogues, tourists. if they wanted to get high, barry was the guy. you don’t know much about him, other than that he lives in a trailer deep in the cut and he doesn’t seem to have a last name. he’s also kinda cute, but that’s neither here nor there! you figure that a drug dealer probably doesn’t want to be known as ‘cute’ anyway… so, you set off one saturday afternoon; fifty bucks in your back pocket and sweat clinging to your palms.
barry’s sat in his lawn chair, fucking around with a pistol he nicked off of some guy at a car show on the mainland. how he managed to get through security and back to the cut without any trouble was beyond comprehension, but barry didn’t care. it was just his way of life. he’d done terrible things, yet never seemed to face any repercussions. it’s a bad mentality to have, the whole indestructible thing. barry doesn’t dwell on it, focusing on attaching a magazine when a lone figure walks up.
you’re skittish, he can tell. your hands fumble with a necklace, and you keep chewing on your bottom lip like you’re a kid who’s in trouble. weird as fuck, but… almost cute. barry doesn’t know you, never seen you around before and he’s instantly curious as to how you stumbled upon his lawn. “hi, darlin’. you need somethin’ or no?” barry asks, his slight drawl forcing you out of a reverie. ‘damn it. i hate it when i’m right. he’s cute and he’s got a hot voice.’ you curse yourself, but quickly move a hand towards your back pocket to pull out the cash.
you offer a shy smile, “um, hi! ‘m y/n… and i-i was coming to see if you had any, uh, weed? i brought fifty, but ‘m not really sure how much that’ll get me. i’ve never smoked before, so, uh…” leaning forward, barry sets the gun aside before your eyes can land on the weapon and scurry off. he takes a moment to give you a slow once-over. a couple of bruises on your knees like you were accident prone, an oversized t-shirt that clings to your shoulders and frayed around the hem. his kinda thing. barry likes ‘em a little bit off. you seem to be just that.
“guessin’ you already know my name. i’ll see what i can do for a sweet thing like you. y’know how many ounces you want?” being called a ‘sweet thing’ dazes you, and it’s not like you even know how much you want anyway. didn’t you just admit to him that you haven’t smoked before?!
before you can remind him that you haven’t smoked, barry snaps his fingers. he chuckles, “shit, i forget you said that you ain’t never smoked. my bad, honey. how ‘bout a quarter ounce? i don’t want ya all dizzied up in that head of yours.” you’re still reeling from his previous comment, so you just nod along and fork over the crisp, fifty dollar bill with no issue. barry’s hand gently brushes yours away, pursing his lips together as he continues to stare. jesus, you were adorable. walkin’ up like you’re so unsure, almost afraid of a man like him.
typically, he sold quarters for about sixty-five— sometimes higher if he wanted to piss off a kook or some lame-ass touron. but, you’re standing in front of him with these glassy eyes that cause his jeans to tighten. how could he say ‘no’ to a face like yours? “lemme make you a deal, okay, baby? consider this a freebie, since you’re poppin’ the weed cherry. you end up likin’ it, and we’ll figure out an arrangement. sound good?” barry offers.
arrangement? what did that entail? like a payment plan or was it something more… physical? while barry’s hot, like stupid hot, you’re not that kinda person. but, he’s being nice. much nicer than anyone else is used to dealing with. besides, it wouldn’t be bad, right? you nod reluctantly, ignoring the jolt of tension that sparked when barry declined your money and shoving it into your back pocket once more. “y-yeah, that’s cool. um, thank you! i really appreciate it. i know that first-timers can be annoying… or that’s what i’m guessing!”
barry lets out a laugh, as he stands up and gestures to his trailer with a tilt of his head. “you stay right there, sweetheart. imma run in real quick and get you settled. just look pretty for a sec, mkay?” the man doesn’t offer you a moment to react, he’s already setting off towards the trailer with a swagger that makes your knees weak. well, this seems like a mission accomplished. or, that’s at least what you’re hoping for…
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hi i’m actually in love with barry and need him expeditiously but what can a girl do??? also i know nothing about weed bc im #anxious so pls don’t hate me if anything’s inaccurate but yeah!! lmk if you have any thoughts🫶🏼🫶🏼
🍃 ⊹ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ ─── getting high and making out with barry
you huffed, making your way back to your bedroom as loud music pounded in your ears and practically shook the floor underneath your feet. you had tried to get your brother to turn it down at least a little, but he was drunk and probably high out of his mind—as he usually was when he threw these stupid parties—so your words had gotten you nowhere.
you should've known you wouldn't get a moment's peace when your parents announced their anniversary trip, leaving you and your brother in your big house on figure eight all alone for a week.
where your brother was always throwing or attending some big blowout, trying to impress his asshole friends and any girls that would look in his direction, you much preferred solitude. you liked spending your time in your room alone, bingewatching cheesy romcoms, gruesome horror movies, and any and all procedural dramas you could get your hands on.
even you could admit that it was a little pathetic, living life as a glorified recluse that had never even had her first kiss at the ripe age of eighteen, but sometimes, you preferred it that way. though, sometimes, when you were really getting into your own head, you found yourself lonely and craving adventure—not that you would ever go out and seek it.
"oh," a noise of surprise fell from your lips, your body reacting with a small jolt as you re-entered your room and saw a boy sporting a buzzcut, probably a few years older than you, smoking a joint on your bed.
The boy took a long drag, exhaling the smoke slowly as his deep brown eyes slowly raked over your figure, a smirk playing on his lips. "shiiiit, sorry," he laughed. "this your room?"
of course, it was just your luck that a handsome—and way totally stoned—boy would have stumbled into your bedroom during the five minutes you had abandoned it to go argue with your stupid brother.
"uh, yeah," you nodded, eyeing him warily as you hesitantly closed the door behind you to drown out the sounds of the party downstairs that had carried.
he hummed at your answer, nodding as he took another hit. "you mind if i hang out?" he asked casually, as if he wasn't a strange man in your bedroom, which you suddenly felt very uncomfortable in as you realized a man had never been in your room before. the room practically screamed lonely loser virgin with the way your stuffed animals were propped up on the pillows neatly.
"i guess not," you shrugged, your cheeks turning warm as you tore your eyes away from his piercing gaze, looking down at the fluffy pink carpet at your feet. you should have asked him to leave, but you didn't, instead allowing him to continue occupying your space.
he grinned, patting the space beside him on the bed. "come here," he beckoned, his voice low and smooth, almost hypnotic. "no need to be shy, princess. i don't bite...unless you're into that."
your teeth caught your lip, nibbling slightly as you considered his words. it probably wasn't the safest idea to sit next to a stranger on your bed with no one else around, but he seemed nice enough. either way, your body seemed to react before your brain could catch up and decide better of it, carrying you over to him and sitting on the edge of your bed beside him.
you looked over at him nervously, your fingers dancing over the stitching of your pink quilt, carefully plucking at it—a nasty habit you had that was slowly pulling the string out.
"you're so jumpy," he noted, his brown eyes following your movements with interest—his pupils dilated from the weed. "and quiet, like a little church mouse," he grinned, clearly teasing you as he took another drag and slowly blew the smoke into your direction. "you got a name, church mouse?"
you coughed a little, waving the smoke away as he blew it at you. his eyes bored into yours expectantly, willing you to give him an answer, and you did, quietly telling him your name.
he repeated your name slowly, letting it roll off his tongue, as if tasting it. "pretty name for a pretty girl," he said smoothly, his eyes never leaving yours as he shifted a bit closer, his thigh brushing against yours and making your breath hitch. "name's barry," he introduced himself.
you felt a little silly that something as small as eye contact and his leg brushing yours was having such a big effect on you, making your heart race in your chest as your eyes widened a fraction, but everything about this moment felt so surreal—like something straight out of those cheesy romcoms you loved so much.
he smirked, noticing your quickened breath and wide eyes, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on you. "relax, princess," he urged, offering the joint to you. "maybe some of this will help mellow your ass out."
"i don't smoke," you said, eyeing it warily. truthfully, you should've said 'i've never smoked' in the name of honesty. you'd be lying if you said you weren't atleast a little curious, but you'd always been too afraid.
"oh, come on," he coaxed, his tone softening as he held it out to you again. "just one hit. it'll help you chill out," he explained, seeming to know the exact right things to say as he patted your thigh comfortingly. "i promise it won't hurt you. i mean, it's not like i'm offering you meth or nothin'."
you bit the inside of your cheek nervously, contemplating his words. it wouldn't be so bad if you just did a little, right? besides, you couldn't live your whole life so sheltered and afraid. reluctantly, you reached out and took the joint between your fingers, your gaze darting apprehensively over to him.
"atta girl," he praised you, his voice low and encouraging as you guided the joint up to your lips. "inhale slowly," he instructed, his eyes locked onto your parted lips. you nodded, carefully placing it between your lips and sucking in. "hold it," he told you, licking his lips subconsciously as he watched you carefully. "there you go," he cooed, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your thigh as he watched your brows furrow in your attempts to hold the smoke in your lungs.
your inexperience was apparent when you exhaled, breaking out into a coughing fit that had your cheeks blazing with embarrassment.
he chuckled softly, rubbing your back as you coughed. "it's alright, princess, you did good," he reassured you, taking the joint back and taking a long drag himself before exhaling slowly, the smoke curling around his face. "you'll get the hang of it."
"thanks," you said softly, your stomach feeling all fluttery at how nice the boy was. you grinned after a beat of silence, feeling a little less shy and a lot more happy as your body buzzed, clearly affected by the small amount of drugs you'd ingested—it was just your luck that you were a total lightweight.
"see? i told you you'd mellow out," he said with a soft laugh, his arm wrapping loosely around your shoulders as he pulled you in a little closer to him.
"uh huh," you giggled softly, looking up at him. your eyes widened a fraction as you realized just how close your faces suddenly were, his warm breath fanning over your face as he smirked down at you.
he licked his lips slowly as he gazed down at you, his hand moving to gently cup your cheek. "you're pretty, you know that?" he murmured, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. "real pretty."
"thanks," you breathed out, looking up at him. you'd never kissed anyone before, and in any other situation, the rational side of your brain would probably be screaming at you to pull away, but he was awfully pretty and the way he was staring at you had your heart skipping a beat.
"you gonna let me kiss you, princess?" he hummed, his gaze locked on your lips as his thumb gently pressed down on your bottom lip, making you part your lips slightly.
you stared up at him, as if you were in a trance. your mind was slightly foggy, and all you could focus on was his hands on your skin as you nodded. you really, really wanted him to kiss you.
his eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, and then, ever so slowly, he leaned in. his hand slid from your cheek down to the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair as he angled your head back gently. your eyes fluttered closed as his lips brushed against yours, so soft and warm. you leaned into him, letting him set the pace and following his lead as your hand curled into the fabric of his t-shirt.
he kissed you slowly, savoring the taste of your lips. his other hand slid down to the small of your back, pulling you closer as his tongue teased the seam of your lips, asking for entrance. you weren't quite sure what came over you, but you craved feeling more of him, tasting more of him, so you parted your lips, letting his tongue slip into your mouth and slot against yours.
he groaned lowly as your tongue tentatively slid against his own, deepening the kiss. his hand on your back slipped under the hem of your top, his fingertips brushing against the bare skin of your lower back. you hummed into his mouth, grip on his shirt tightening as you tried pulling him impossibly closer. the feeling of his warm hands on your bare skin had your head spinning.
when he finally pulled back, you were both breathing hard, and he smirked at your dazed expression. "we should stop," he murmured, his voice tight with barely-contained self control.
"right, yeah," you nodded, your body alight with desire, but as much as you wanted to, it probably wasn't in your best interest to lose your virginity to a man you'd just met. doing drugs and having your first kiss slash makeout session seemed like enough adventure for one day.
his heated gaze never left yours. "alright then," he said, his voice still rough. "we'll, uh, we'll finish this later, yeah?" he asked, his hand still resting on the small of your back.
you giggled at his phrasing, your stomach doing flips at the thought of seeing him again and the idea that he wanted to see you again too. "i'd like that," you smiled softly, nodding.
he grinned wolfishly, standing to his feet, your eyes following his movements closely as he headed to the door. "i'll see you around, princess," he winked, opening your bedroom door and allowing the sounds of the party going on downstairs—which had completely slipped your mind amidst everything that had just happened—to fill the room.
"yeah, see you around, barry," you nodded, your mind still reeling as you watched him leave and close the door behind him. a wide, stupid grin broke out on your face as you fell backwards on your bed, squealing excitedly to yourself.
Guy I’m trying to get better at posting I swear!!! If anyone has any requests please comment or message me!!! Btw Topper is so Sabrina Coded however Please Please Please should be one of Rafe’s Theme songs and I’ll die on that hill! Either way enjoy! Hope everyone’s having a great day!!! :)
HEY!!! Requests are OPEN!!! PLEASE send me some of your outer banks ideas!!!❤️ just message me or comment on this post!!!! Ya girl was hitting some writers block😂
Only rule is I only do OBX Character x Reader stories but if there’s specifics please message me and I’ll do my very best to fit everything in! You guys are the best!
JJ couldn’t help but stare at you. To him, you were the most beautiful girl in the OBX. Watching you as you served tables he couldn’t help but bounce his leg and chew on the string of his hoodie, completely in a trance until he heard a “Bro! Quit drooling!” Come from John B.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said trying to act nonchalant shrugging his shoulders.
John B raised his eyebrows. “Oh really?” He laughed. “Cause ever since she started working with Kie you haven’t been able to quit stalking her. In fact…(Y/N)!!”
“BRO!!” JJ spazzed for a second as you walked over. “Oh heyyy (y/n)! How’s it goin?”
“Smooth bro,” his friend whispered as he got up to give you two privacy.
“Uh, hi?” You smiled. “You’re JJ right? Kie’s friend?” The blonde boy nodded before saluting to you. “That would be me!” The cheekiest smile on his face.
The two of you sat in silence for a minute slightly awkwardly till John B came back over. “JJ here was just saying you should come with us to the beach tomorrow!”
“Really? Ok!” You smiled excitedly. This answer seemed to cause JJ to gain a little more confidence.
“I mean a gorgeous girl like you can’t show up to a beach party by herself now can she?” He smirked at you while handing you a piece of paper. “And there’s my number just to coordinate.” He winked before getting up to leave.
You couldn’t help but smile and blush. The boy you were crushing on just asked you out. “What the hell was that about?” Kie came up and asked pulling you out of your trance.
“I think I have a date tomorrow…” you bit your lip and smiled. You couldn’t wait for tomorrow evening to come.
Sorry if this was so terrible😂 but I’ll be posting the rest in the next week or two!!!❤️ this is a fun little blurb series
Rafe’s eyes darkened as he watched you flirting with another guy across the room. The line of coke he had done downstairs was not making him any calmer. The second he saw you touch the guys arm he had had enough. You and him were in what you would call a situationship at the moment. Reaching his room, rafe shoved you against the wall caging you in. “What the fuck was that downstairs?”
You smirked, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You played dumb causing him to slam his fist into the wall.
“You think…” he started. The look on his face was dark and foreign to you. “You think you can just come into MY HOUSE and flirt with another guy in front of me?” His voice was sinister.
You gulped. “Rafe I was just kidding he was just a friend.” He was beginning to scare you…yet turn you on. He never talked to you this way before.
“You’re mine,” Rafe growled into your ear. “You belong to me. Consider this a warning.”
“Yes, sir” you squeaked out.
A dark chuckle left him as he lightly choked you against the wall. “Good girl.”
This is just a little blurb thing! Imagine at the end!!!
Songs:
Superman by Eminem
Show Me by Chris Brown and Kid Ink
Love Me by Lil Wayne, Drake, and Future
You Got Me by G-Easy
I’m ||| by Joyner Lucas
Date Outfits:
Hair Color:
Nails:
Imagine:
Barry’s arms wrapped around you from behind as he kissed on your neck. “Mmmm…baby?,” you lulled sweetly while leaning into him.
“Yes, princess?” He responded in his raspy voice.
“When can we tell my friends and brother about us?” You hummed. You were John Bs twin sister and had met Barry when Kie bought some weed off him one day. You had been keeping your relationship with Barry a secret from the Pouges for a couple months out of fear of what they’d say.
He hummed while kissing your collar bone. “Sweetheart I’d marry you today if I could,” Barry said into your neck. “We can tell the whole world if you want. I can handle your little friends.” You turned around, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a kiss. “And besides,” Barry started, “I just left a huge hickey on your neck so now you have to explain where that came from.” His smirk evident as the blush and panic set in on your face.
Just a little blurb because Barry isn’t shown enough love
“Yeah man I’ll be right over,” you overheard your boyfriend talking to someone on the phone. Laying on the couch you waited for him to come back over to you so you could continue the snuggling session.
“Hey princess,” Barry caressed your cheek. “I’ll be right back I just have to go pick up some stuff from my supplier. I’ll be back in 30 minutes tops.”
You sat up and pouted. “I can just come with you!”
He let out a chuckle, “No sweet girl. I don’t want you anywhere near this life. No need for you to be involved.” Barry placed a kiss on your forehead before standing up. “I love you babydoll.”
“I love you too baby,” you couldn’t help but smile at the man in front of you. “Please be careful!”
“Always, princess.”
So I’m so sorry if this was terrible! Literally writing this quick while I’m at work😂 but Barry doesn’t get shown enough love I swear
Summary: You had always been insecure of your small tits, so Rafe made it his mission to show you how beautiful they are
Warnings: Reader has small tits, Smut, MDNI, Body Insecurities, Not proof read, English is not my first language
Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader
You huffed as you looked at yourself in the mirror. You looked at your boobs, not liking the way they looked in the dress you wore.
You always had been insecure about them since they were too small for your liking. Often, you thought about getting a breast augmentation, but you were too scared to actually do it.
Rafe, however, didn’t know anything about your thoughts. He loved your breasts — hell, he was obsessed with them. He always complimented them or wanted to touch them in some way, but you never seemed to notice his appreciation.
”You look so beautiful,” Your boyfriend smiled as he wrapped his arms around you just to see the tears that dared to fall, “Y/N, baby, what’s wrong?”
”I look so bad,” You broke down in Rafe’s arms.
He quickly turned you around, hugging you tightly, “Why would you say that? You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”
”My boobs are too small for the dress. I-I can’t even fill it out probably.” You sobbed.
”Baby, you have no idea how perfect your tits are, it doesn't matter how big they are.” He told you immediately.
He couldn’t understand why you didn’t see what he saw.
“I-I want them bigger. What if I- what if I get a breast augmentation?” You asked, looking up at him with doe eyes.
Rafe shook his head as soon as he heard those words, “No, absolutely not. You don’t need any plastic in your body that feels and looks unnatural.”
”But-“ You tried to explain yourself but Rafe was quick to shut you up.
He carefully pulled down the straps of your dress, exposing your bare chest, before grabbing your left breast gently, “They are so soft, and look how perky they are. God knew what he did when he created you.”
You couldn’t help but smile at Rafe’s words, “You love me even if I have small boobs?”
”I have always loved you and I always will, but I think it’s time for me to show you how much I love you.” Rafe said with a slight smirk.
He started to caress your tits with his warm hands, tenderly massaging the soft flesh with his fingers. He felt your nipples respond as they became more erect by his touch. Rafe pulled back and simply looked at your increasingly aroused breasts, your nipples presenting themselves proudly as they emerged from their perfectly round mounds.
He gently rolled them between his fingers as you let out a quiet moan.
"You are so fucking stunning," Rafe whispered, reaching down between your legs.
You leaned back and separated your legs so he could also see your wetness. Rafe slowly worked his fingers up and down your slit before two of his fingers entered your pussy, your muscles immediately tightening around it.
“Feels so good, Rafe.” You moaned, closing your eyes.
”Open your eyes, pretty girl, I want you to see your beautiful body.” He fastened his movements before he used his thumb to pleasure your clit.
That was all it took for you to come, a bit of liquid gushing out of your slit.
You fell back exhausted, as Rafe kissed the top of your head, “My pretty girl.”
holy crap i love your writing!! could i get a bedtime story with jj maybank and 61 + 79 please !!
congrats on 1k
jj maybank x fem!reader
prompts : " forehead to forehead " + " leans in for a small kiss, pulls away, and then turning into a full blown makeout session "
𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝟏𝐊 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑
somehow, days spent relaxing in the sun seemed exhausting.
being out on the boat with your friends all day, dipping in and out of the water every 30 minutes, had brought you to the brink of exhaustion.
you used jj's assistance to climb out of the boat and went straight for the spare room that jj used.
whenever all of you stayed over at the chateau, you pretty much had your designated places.
pope and kiara situated themselves on the pullout bed in the living room.
sarah took residence with john b in his room.
and you always found yourself on the other side of jj's bed. so much so that you had a few things in a box under 'your side' of the bed.
nothing much, a few hairties, a bikini and a phone charger, maybe a couple of miscellaneous things,.
the only reason you didnt have it in the bedside table was for jj's sake. incase any girl came over and found all of your stuff in his room.
but you hadn't seen jj with many girls recently. he had been spending a lot of time with you and the pogues.
you hadn't spotted him chatting up any girls at parties either. it was odd, but you just brushed it off, figuring he was doing stuff on his own time.
you were too tired to think about it right now.
you went into the drawers across the room and grabbed one of jj's t-shirts to put on in place of the bikini top you had been using all day.
there were faint tan lines from the strings which brought a brief smile onto your lips.
you were interrupted by a knock on the door as you pulled the t-shirt over your head, moving to sit on the edge of the bed as the door pushed open.
" crashing in here, sunshine ?" the sound of jj's voice caused you to turn your attention towards him.
" definitely. " you replied, collapsing back against the pillow with a soft sigh.
you turned onto your side, curling up slightly into the soft fabric of the bed.
you could hear some soft rustling around the room which you assumed to be jj getting changed, but what you didn't expect was to feel themed dip on the other side, jj falling onto the mattress beside you.
your eyes fluttered open to find him laid opposite you, mirroring your position.
the sight of him across from you brought a smile onto your lips as your eyes closed again.
sleeping after a morning spent in the sun was always the best feeling. it was like the best kind of nap ever.
it was made better by the warmth you felt as you woke up, even though you were unable to see much as you opened your eyes.
you felt a warmth around your torso as you checked the time on your phone.
19 : 48.
you set it down again, turning over to your other side, only to be met with jj fast asleep behind you.
you couldnt stop yourself from lifting your hand to brush some of his hair away from his face with a soft smile.
but it seemed you just interfered with his sleep as his eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks.
you dropped your hand down to the mattress almost instantly, hoping he would just go back to sleep, though your hopes were not met.
his eyes eased open and you were met with his set of baby blues.
" sorry... didn't mean to wake you " you apologised, your voice no louder than a whisper.
" s'okay, sunshine. " he replied, his arms not moving from your torso, not even to move his hair when it dropped over his face again.
the golden locks were blocking the view of his eyes. you brushed it away as best you could, pushing it onto his head, your fingertips dragging deilcately down the edge of his face.
your knuckles grazed over his jawline before dropping down onto the mattress between the two of you.
you really weren't sure why you did that, and as embarrassment settled into your stomach, you felt a warmth on your hand.
jj lifted your hand and settled it onto the junction between his neck and jawline.
you didn't dare move it away this time, instead resting it comfortably against his cheek, your thumb moving of it's own volition, stroking against his cheekbone.
you didnt really have time to question what was happening before you felt the light pressure of jj's lips against your own.
though they disappeared as quickly as they arrived and you were left staring at eachother with an unreadable expression on either of your faces.
you decided not to think about it, or question it, and instead went back in to kiss him, with a considerable amount more passion than he gave you.
his hand dropped from holding onto your wrist to holding onto your waist and pulling you impossibly closer to him.
this was not what you had planned when you came in here to take a nap, but you had to admit it was a better turn of events.
you only pulled back when you had to breathe. and when you did you couldn't stop the smile that spread brightly across your face.
or the slight nervous giggle that slipped from your lips.
you were brought back down to the moment when a similar laugh came out across from you.
" what was that about ?" you questioned, not moving far enough from jj that you only had to speak at your quietest volume.
" been thinkin' about it for a while... you're not pissed ? "
" nah, i've been thinking about it for a while too "
his smile grew even further at your answer, dropping his head down against the pillow, your forehead pressed against his.
neither of you moved from that position, ending up falling back into a slumber.
the next thing that woke you was the sound of the door opening followed by the noise of your friends arguing about who called it.
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