you're obsessed with your boyfriend's biceps and jj wants to test just how obsessed
cw: sexting, self-pleasure (f and m), sex toys (dildo), rough sex, slight choking, headlock, mirror sex, unprotected p in v, fingering, hair pulling, biting (duh, it's jj's biceps hehe)
It was no secret that you were obsessed with your boyfriend’s biceps — constantly asking JJ to send you pictures of him flexing, wrapping your hand around his upper arm and holding on while the two of you walked. Your favorite had to be watching his biceps strain when he’d hold himself over you as he fucked you into the mattress. Your eyes would roll back, the sight enough to have you coming around him.
So when JJ walks out of the chateau wearing a red muscle tee, arms on full display, you can’t help the way your words trail off mid-sentence or the way your eyes trace down the length of his arms. JJ’s oblivious, talking to John B, trying to convince him that he can be trusted with the twinkie for the day.
He raises his arms, pointing to his chest as he pleads with John B, “Come on man, s’me, you can trust me.”
You’re not paying attention to what the girls are talking about — Sarah and Kie rolling their eyes playfully when Cleo nods her head in JJ’s direction with a smirk, silently explaining why you’d gone bye-bye. You were practically salivating at the sight of his arm flexing, skin stretched tight around the ripple of muscle. He looked too good in that tee. You wanted to rip it off him and climb him like a tree.
JJ looks over at you, smirking when he notices the way your eyes haven’t left his arms, or the way you gulp when his eyes meet yours. You look away, smiling nervously as JJ comes to sit next to you. He pulls you onto his lap, arm wrapping around you as he rests his chin on your shoulder. You feel the hard press of his chest to your back — warm and steady. He smells like the cheap cologne you bought him that you’d come to love. It smelt like safety and love and pure want.
JJ notices the way you shift against him — trying and failing to pay attention to what the group is talking about. He knows the effect he has on you— pressing himself closer, moving his lips to the shell of your ear.
“What’s wrong baby? You seem like you’re on edge,” JJ whispers into your ear.
“Nothing’s wrong Jayj, just missed you,” you mumble as you turn your head, nuzzling your face against his upper arm and placing a soft kiss to the skin. JJ shakes his head in disbelief, letting out a chuckle as his heart swells, completely in awe of his beautiful girlfriend so head over heels for him.
He knows it’s more than that, knows you’ve been wanting him for days, sending him texts of all the things you wanted him to do to you when you see him.
I miss you so much JJ, want your fingers in me so bad
You had sent a video a couple minutes later — fingers sliding in and out of yourself, the sound of wet squelching heard along with your soft moans.
Mine don’t get the spot like yours do. Want to hold onto your arm while you push them in knuckle deep
JJ had watched that video on repeat, groaning at the sounds of your wet pussy, sending you a video of his hand stroking his cock, arm flexing in the mirror before coming all over his hand, moaning your name.
It had been all you needed to reach your orgasm, coming hard as you pictured him hovering over you.
The next day it was a video of you fucking your dildo into yourself, moaning his name as your thighs shook.
Need your dick deep inside me JJ please
Want you to wrap your arm around my neck and fuck me from behind
JJ could barely think straight when he opened your message, hand running down his face in defeat as he pulled his hard dick out of his shorts.
Fuck baby, you’re going to be the death of me, i’m so fucking hard you have no idea, want to fuck that pussy so bad
You’d been going back and forth for the past week, both of you working late and well — busy. Today however, your schedules had lined up and you had your place to yourself for the night. Your panties were already soaked as the messages you had sent to each other played through your mind. You could barely care that you hadn’t seen the rest of your friends for two weeks — needing JJ more than ever.
“I know how much you love when I wear this shirt. Know how much you love looking at my arms. You wanna take it off me?” JJ’s voice is low and rough in your ear, sending warmth down your spine.
You nod slowly, pressing your thighs together, heart beating out of your chest at JJ’s words. You’re so aware of the group sitting so close, of your ass pressed to JJ’s dick. You feel him push his hips up — just the slightest bit — the movement so small it could easily be mistaken as JJ shifting his weight.
“Yeah I know you do baby.” He kisses the back of your neck, brushing your hair out of the way gently. His hand comes to rest on your thigh, thumb rubbing soft circles into your skin as you try to hold back a moan at the feel of him kissing your neck. You look around frantically — no one has noticed a thing, everyone too focused on John B and Sarah talking.
You gasp when you feel him do it again, the feel of his dick hardening against your ass almost too much to bear. You can feel yourself dripping, panties sticking to you almost uncomfortably, pussy practically throbbing with need now.
“JJ, pleaseee, let’s go.” You whine softly, head turned towards him so the others don’t hear.
“Not yet baby, want to have you so ready for me, you’re trembling before I even fuck you.” JJ chuckles as you whine in protest, tugging on his hand.
JJ continues tracing maddeningly soft circles to your bare thigh, hand going higher and higher until his thumb is under the hem of your skirt. He places a kiss to the back of your neck every now and then, shifting underneath you, his hard dick pressing into your ass every time. You try to shift so that your pussy presses against his thigh — needing friction more than air, but JJ catches it — holding you in place, arm flexing against your stomach.
“Want me to fuck you now baby?”
You could cry as you nod — desperate for him to take you home.
JJ groans when you push your ass into him, finally snapping and getting up, waving a quick goodbye to the pogues, not at all subtle about the way he drags you away — you giggling as he pushes you against the door of the twinkie, arm braced next to your head, lips catching yours in a heated kiss. His hands are all over you, groping at your chest, gripping your jaw hard as he guides your mouth along his.
“Fuck, get in, get in.” JJ rushes to the other side, turning the ignition on and getting to yours in record time. He had almost pulled over to the side of the road to fuck you then and there when you had started palming at him through his shorts, your other hand rubbing over the wet spot on your panties, moaning JJ’s name as he drove.
You’re in your bathroom now, completely naked, sitting on your sink with your legs wrapped around JJ’s waist, his fingers curling into you over and over as you hold onto him, watching the way the muscles in his arm flex with every movement. You’d already come once— JJ refusing to stop, the heel of his hand pressing into your clit.
“You mean all that shit you sent me? You really want me to put you in a headlock and fuck you from behind?” JJ’s breathless as he pulls away from your neck.
“Mhm, please JJ.” You grind your hips forward, chasing your orgasm.
“Fuck baby, you sure?”
You smirk before turning your head to his other arm, biting down on his bicep as JJ groans, rutting his hips against your leg.
“M’sure, want it wrapped around me, pressing into my cheek while I watch in the mirror.”
“If it’s too much or you need me to stop, tap my arm twice, okay?”
“I will, now please fuck me JJ.”
“You asked for it baby.”
It’s so much — the stretch of him, the drag — every inch of his cock pushing through your warm wet walls.
He thrusts hard. Deep.
You cry out—his tip hitting that soft spot inside you that has you shaking, knees threatening to give out. Your head falls forward — limp — eyes rolling back, not a single coherent thought running through you.
You come back to the room when you feel a soft sting — JJ tugging at the roots of your hair — hard. His bicep presses into your cheek, arm tightening around your neck. You let out a strangled sound, somewhere between a moan and a gasp.
“Look at me, baby. You’re gonna watch me fuck you, watch me ruin you.” His lips brush over your ear, your eyes fluttering closed at the feel of his hot breath.
JJ places a soft kiss to your cheek, smirking at you in the mirror, watching as your eyes struggle to stay open. His dick nudges that spot inside you again — hard, steady and then again.
And again.
And again.
Your head threatens to fall forward, mind going dumb on the pleasure rolling through you. You let out a soft, almost broken sound. It’s so small, barely a whimper, a moan of JJ’s name. The sound runs down his spine, settling at the base, his hips thrusting forward even harder.
“Oh my god JJ! Fuuuck JJ — that’s — you feel—” Your words cut off with a loud moan as JJ fucks you harder, your hips jutting against the hard sink, sure to leave bruises. You can barely care when JJ’s fucking you so good, you see stars.
Your hands scramble for purchase, landing on the edge of the sink and gripping tight before quickly moving to hold onto his arm as it tightens around your neck.
JJ’s eyes snap to yours in the mirror, slowing his thrusts and loosening his grip for a second to check that you’re okay. You push your ass back onto him, and push your cheek into his bicep, giving him a small nod and smiling wickedly as you watch his eyes roll back when you fuck yourself back onto him. You turn your head in his grip, and bite down on his bicep — hard.
“Fuck, my filthy girl, you’re so perfect.” JJ practically growls, grip tightening, locking your head in place. His other hand digs into your hip as he pounds into you — the sounds of skin smacking filling the room once more.
“Fuck JJ, m’gonna come again, fuck fuck fuck, please JJ please.” Your eyes close as you feel yourself get close, snapping open when you feel JJ pull your hair.
“Watch, don’t take your — fuckkk ahh baby — don’t take…your eyes off me when you come.” JJ grunts as he fucks you impossibly harder.
Your orgasm crashes into you like never before — your vision going completely white as you babble JJ’s name incoherently, clenching around him again and again.
“Fuck baby, m’so close, where do you want me — shit baby, m’coming.”
“Inside JJ, please, please,” you beg as you push your hips back to meet his thrusts, desperate to feel him reach his high. He comes with a loud groan, spilling inside you as his hips falter. You feel the rush of him, warm and wet, and push your hips back harder, fucking him through it. You come again — hot and fast — gushing around him and JJ’s breath stutters, head falling limp to your shoulder.
“Fuck baby, did you just come again? That quick?” JJ’s breathless, eyes wide as he feels you clench around him, sucking him in — unable to let out anything other than a loud moan.
Your body is trembling, legs like jelly and brain turned to complete mush, whimpering as he pulls out of you. You can barely breathe, eyes still fluttering shut, head falling limp onto JJ’s shoulder. He turns you in his hold, holding you to his chest as his hand rubs up and down your back.
You pull back slowly, looking up at him — soft, dazed, worshipful. His hand comes to rest on the side of your face, thumb brushing back and forth across your cheek as he gazes down at you with pure adoration.
“Fuck baby, are you okay?”
You giggle softly, “More than okay, JJ, that was perfect.”
His lips find yours in a soft kiss, smiling against your lips, before pulling away laughing.
“Did you really come again just from me coming inside you?” JJ teases.
Your hand swats at his chest, gasping in mock offense. “Shut up, you love it.”
He chuckles as he kisses your forehead, “I do love it, and I love you.”
You turn away from him to turn the shower on — smiling wide, teasing.
“I love you too, but not as much as I love your biceps.” Your hand wraps around his right arm, squeezing tight as you fake moan.
JJ rolls his eyes playfully, shaking his head at you.
God, you’re perfect, he thinks. His girl.
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JJ’s legs were thrown over yours on the couch, chin on your shoulder as you scroll on your phone. He’d been like this for the past hour, touching you like you’ll disappear if he lets go. “I missed you,” he mumbles, even though he’s been with you since the sun rose this morning. His fingers lazily draw circles on your thigh, rings clinking together when he shifts.
You smile, glancing at him from the corner of your eye. “I’m right here, clingwrap.”
JJ ignores that. Then he adds, dead serious, “You’re not allowed to leave me. Ever.”
You scoff. “What about work, Jackson?”
He melts at the sound of it. Jackson. No one else calls him that. Not even his friends. To them, he’s JJ, always has been—loud, reckless, a little unhinged. But to you? He’s Jackson. Soft and warm and real.
He nuzzles into your neck with a small smile. “Say it again.”
“Jackson?” you repeat with a giggle.
A pleased hum leaves his lips. “Mmm. Just like that. Sounds so pretty coming from you.”
“You’re such a weirdo,” you laugh, leaning your head against his.
“I don’t care. No one else gets to say it. Just you. If anyone else calls me Jackson, I’m fighting them.”
You roll your eyes. “You’re so dramatic.”
JJ pulls back, eyes serious now—like he means it. “I’m not kidding. That’s your name for me. You gave it meaning, you know?” His voice softens, “Jackson didn’t mean anything until you said it.”
You freeze, heart doing flips. “That’s… weirdly poetic for you.”
He grins, a little proud. “I can be deep.”
Then he tugs you until you’re laying on his chest, legs tangled. His hand slides under the back of your hoodie, warm and possessive. “I like when you say it when I’m sleepy,” he murmurs against your temple. “Or mad. Or when you’re all cute and bossy.”
“Jackson, get your hands outta my shirt.”
He gasps. “Hot.”
You swat his chest, and he catches your hand easily, lacing your fingers with his. “Don’t test me, Maybank.”
He makes a face. “Ew. Everyone else calling me Maybank? Normal. You calling me Maybank? Hate it. Feels illegal.”
You laugh so hard your stomach hurts, and Jackson is right there, eyes on you like you hung the damn stars. He presses a kiss to your cheek, then your jaw, then the corner of your mouth. “Seriously though. It’s yours. That name. Jackson. You made it soft.”
You go quiet, your fingers playing with the hem of his sleeve. “I like that,” you admit. “That it’s mine.”
“It’s all yours, babe. I’m all yours.” He kisses you again—slower this time, and you believe he’s yours.
Hii I was wondering if u could write JJ x milf!kook!reader perchance they fuck on her yacht while Rafe is away
♡ — warnings : rafe is aged up to mid 40’s & reader is described to be in her late 20’s, age gap relationship, sarah is mentioned and she’s aged up as well (her and john b aren’t together in this fic), mentions of reader being a sugar baby in her past, cheating and infidelity, slight angst, very light mention of not going through with an abortion, unprotected sex, rough sex, oral (f. receiving if you squint), praise kink, squirting, overstimulation, facial, sneaky activities
[1:01 PM] Rafe/Work : I would greatly appreciate it today if you could clean up the yacht once you finish the pool and the yard work. Just make it look spotless, I’ll throw in an extra $300 next time I see you.
“shit, boys, ‘looks like i’m gonna have to cancel going to the boneyard tonight.” jj got up from the old couch in john b’s living room, quickly making his way to the kitchen sink where he splashed water on his face. “what are you talking about? you never miss a kegger, jayj.” pope leaned against the doorway, watching as his rugged friend threw a cap on before slipping into some dingy t-shirt. “remember that man i was telling you about with the super hot wife? he lives over there in tanneyhill? well, he said he’ll give me three hundred bucks if i go clean up that yacht of his.” john b hummed, his shorts hanging low on his hips as he walked over to the back door to let jj out. “for three hundred bucks, i’d skip a kegger too.”
jj parked the twinkie outside of the cameron residence before walking through the small space between the iron gates in the driveway, rafe’s truck nowhere to be seen. making his way to the backyard, jj immediately got started on cleaning out the pool, the harsh outer banks heat prompting him to curse under his breath as he spilled the chlorine mix into the water. thankfully, there wasn’t much yard work to do since he had cut the grass last week, the only thing needing cleaning up being some excess brush from a recent storm. jj worked and worked until he noticed he hadn’t seen or heard from you since he got there.
usually you’d come out by now in some kind of skims set that hugged your curves to perfection, offering him lemonade and a sandwich, but to no avail; his stomach grumbled and the adam’s apple in his throat bobbed with thirst. figuring you must be out with rafe, he made his way down the dock, taking his shirt off and throwing it over his shoulder before stepping onto the druthers. he looked around the back, his eyes scanning down the deck as he tried to spot anything that needed to be tended to. after about five minutes of inspecting, he decided to make his way inside, his movements coming to a halt once he spotted you laying on the bed in the corner, your tits spilling out of your satin robe as you snored softly.
eyes bulging out of his head, he stepped back slowly in an attempt to sneak away without making a sound, his plan immediately deemed unsuccessful as you jolted awake, a shriek leaving your lips as jj’s back bumped straight into the glass door. jumping up from the mattress, you crossed your arms over your chest, your cheeks hot with embarrassment as jj lost his footing and fell to the floor. “what the hell are you doing here?!” you cried, holding your face in your hands. stammering over his words, jj scrambled to get up, his gaze flickering over to you to see if he’d be lucky enough to catch another glimpse of your bare chest.
watching as you tied your robe in the front, jj held his hands up defensively once he got back on his feet. “i’m sorry! i just assumed you weren’t here since i didn’t see mr. cameron’s truck in the driveway..” you sighed, feeling exposed as you tucked your hair behind your ears, your fingers clutching the soft material of your robe. eyes screwing shut, you turned away from him, releasing a breath you didn’t know you were holding. it was silent between you two for a minute, your nerves slowly smoothing over before you swallowed thickly. “i’m sorry,” jj spoke, “truly, i had no idea you were in here, let alone, naked.”
your worries of him seeing you bare came true as soon as the words left his mouth. “rafe didn’t tell me anything about you coming by, if i would’ve known i would’ve been wearing some clothes.” you walked over to the bar area, taking a sip from the margarita you made for yourself prior to dozing off. jj stood there at the door, a bead of sweat sliding down the underside of his jaw as he zeroed in on your ass. “why are you checking out the yacht, anyways? i thought you only cut the grass.” you spun around, catching the moment jj snapped out of his trance and averted his gaze towards your face. “mr. cameron asked me to come out and clean it up.” he cleared his throat, his shorts growing tighter with every second you sat there in that poor excuse of a covering.
“well lucky for you, i already cleaned it up this morning when i first came in here, so i guess that makes you good to go for the day,” you stood up, your glass in hand, “or should i get you something to eat?” jj blinked, his stomach grumbling as if on cue. you giggled, walking around the bar in order to pull out the lunch you had made for yourself out of the fridge. jj watched you bend over, his lips pursing and nostrils flaring as his eyes rolled back in his head. you were so fucking sexy it was insane. “here, you could have this,” you placed a plate on the counter with a cold sandwich and chips on the side, “want a drink?” jj muttered a ‘yes, please.’, as he took a seat, your eyes traveling down his shirtless figure.
handing him two cold water bottles, jj started eating while you went to turn up the ac. “if you don’t mind me asking, how come you’re in here when you can be inside the house?” jj groaned as he chewed, his back muscles rippling beneath his skin as you stared at his flushed skin. “i don’t like being by myself in there— especially when my daughter is out. it’s too quiet and empty for me.” jj hummed, the reminder that you were a mom making him pause. “how old is she?” he asked, turning around in his chair. you smiled softly, your daughter’s pretty little face popping up in your mind. “she’s four, she’ll be five in three more months though. she’s out having a little weekend fun with her aunt sarah and her cousins.”
“wow,” jj nodded to himself, “so you just have it all, huh?” at this, your eyebrows knitted in confusion. “what do you mean?” crossing one leg over the other, you sat back against the sofa, your margarita sitting in your hand. “you’re young, hot, married to a rich dude, you live in this huge house, have this yacht, a daughter— i mean, no offense, but it sounds like you’re pretty set to me.” you laughed, sitting in thought for a moment. “when you say it like that, yes, i do have everything,” you sighed, “but it’s not a fairytale the way you’re thinking it is.” jj finished chewing, his hands working to flip his hat backwards. “okay, now it’s my turn to be confused,” he swallowed, “how is it not perfect?”
you stared off into space, wondering if you should even be letting this conversation escalate into something super personal. deep down, you knew you shouldn’t but it felt good to have someone’s undivided attention like this. biting your lip, you looked back at jj and placed your drink down. “promise me that everything i say in here stays between me and you.” jj crossed his heart and rose up his right hand. “you got it.” scooting over, jj was quick to grab his water bottle and take a seat next to you. “what do you wanna know?” jj adjusted himself in his shorts, both of you clearing your throats awkwardly once you spotted the tent protruding in his cargos.
“is the sex good?”
taking a breath, you eyed him carefully. “it used to be amazing,” you replied, “before our little arrangement turned serious, the sex was—” you paused, shaking your head at the flashbacks coming back to you, “fucking great.” jj smiled, the action gone as fast as it appeared. “what do you mean by ‘arrangement’? and why does sex with your husband suck now?” you snorted, the sound of your laugh making jj admire you quietly. “i didn’t say it ‘sucks’ now.” jj scooted closer, his thigh touching your own. “no, but you implied it,” he shot back, “tell me what your arrangement was with the old man.”
“well..” you started, “i met him back when i was about twenty. we first talked when we saw each other at the hotel i was working at as an esthetician— he came by for a massage, the attraction was mutual, we got dinner the same evening, had sex that night, and before i knew it he was spoiling me with all these gifts and trips.” jj’s mouth fell open, his eyebrows raising as he blinked in surprise. “mr. cameron was your sugar daddy?!” he asked, wide eyed. pinching the bridge of your nose, you nodded. you weren’t proud of your past, but there was nothing you could do now except move forward.
“unfortunately, yes— but that’s behind me.” you rushed out. “rafe always wanted something more serious with me, but i was scared of commitment back then, so we agreed on a relationship that gave both of us what we wanted. we slept together, formed companionship, had fun, and in turn i got paid to live a rather ‘glamorous’ lifestyle..” jj watched as the smile on your face fell, “and then i got pregnant, and everything had to change.” you met his eyes. “it kills me that i thought about not having my daughter at one point, and even though i’m glad i went through with everything, i just wish that i was able to give her a true sense of what partnership and love looks like; instead i just perform for her— me and rafe both do.”
jj listened diligently to every single word that left your glossy lips. “my baby is my world, i couldn’t imagine ever living without her now that she’s here. ever since i stared down at those two pink lines, i knew i would have to make sacrifices to ensure that she’s happy and healthy— and wearing a ring i never wanted to begin with is one of those sacrifices.” you looked down and inspected your ring finger. “i only wear my wedding ring when she’s home, otherwise me and rafe just wear them to keep up appearances.” all jj heard was that your marriage was essentially fake and that meant he just might have a chance at getting in between your legs.
“why don’t you just leave him?” he leaned back, his thighs spreading ever so slightly. “i would if it was that simple,” you nodded, “but it’s not about me or what i want anymore. me and rafe both swore that we’d give our daughter everything we didn’t have. for him, he didn’t have a mother, and i didn’t have a father; so that’s why we vowed to give her both and be here with each other even though we’re not in love— romantically, at least.” you shrugged, feeling a sense of relief to have gotten that off your chest. jj was in disbelief. who the hell wouldn’t be in love with you?
“well, if it makes you feel any better, i think you’re doing a really selfless thing for your daughter. you deserve a whole lot better than to be in an unfulfilled relationship, but i could see why you do it.” jj rubbed your thigh tenderly, his touch drawing your attention. “thank you.” your voice came out shaky, your stomach twisting in anticipation as jj’s hand hiked up higher and higher. “i really wish i can do something for you,” jj leaned in, his breath fanning your cheek as he whispered in your ear, “like make you forget about your life for a couple of hours.” knowing what he was insinuating, you let your hand creep onto his lap where he was still hard in his shorts.
“you wouldn’t last hours with me even if you tried.” at this, a shit eating grin made its way to jj’s lips. “yeah? you wanna test that theory?” you didn’t waste time in pulling him in for a searing kiss, his arms wrapping around your waist in order to pull you on top of him, your thighs sitting on either sides of his hips. jj was rough and frantic as he handled you like a rag doll. dragging your bare cunt up and down the rough material of his shorts, moaning and groaning as he kissed you sloppily, his fingers digging harshly into your skin with every stroke of your soaked pussy against his clothed cock, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip— he was ravaging you in real time.
he untied your robe and whimpered as soon as he latched onto your tit and circled his tongue around your sensitive bud. you couldn’t believe the sounds filling your ears, considering rafe always insisted on being as silent as possible, hearing a man be so vocal turned you on beyond belief. apart of you worried about rafe coming home early from the country club, but once jj pulled his shorts down and you saw his cock spring up against his stomach, any regard you had left fizzled into nothing but pure desperation and desire to feel him inside of you. cursing to yourself, it wasn’t until jj was bear hugging you, fucking up into your cunt that you realized you hadn’t made him use anything as a precaution, his tip nudging at your cervix with every thrust.
burying your face into his chest, you cried hysterically as your clit met the base of his cock, your freshly manicured nails raking down his flesh as he groped the tender globes of your ass. what took you for a loop was when he flipped you over on your back and licked a stripe up from your folds to your lips where he said the words ‘you taste so good, mama.’ before sliding into you again. he fisted your hair at the roots and sucked bruises into your skin until you were trembling, the harsh movements of his hips knocking hard against your own. “oh, fuck—!” you squealed, tugging at the ends of his dirty blonde hair. jj rubbed your clit until he felt your walls clenching around him tighter than before, your mouth hanging open as pleasure wracked through your body.
“tell me i fuck better than him,” jj grunted, taking your thigh over his bicep and pushing down, “tell me a young guy from the cut fucks his wife better than he does.” you gasped when jj pinned your knees to your chest, his cock delving even deeper than before. you could barely keep your eyes open from the immense pressure building up in your core, your head pounding as you could hear the blood rushing through your ears. “y-you’re so much better!” you screamed, tears falling from your eyes as a wet gush from between your legs rendered you speechless.
jj looked down between your bodies, a broken groan rumbling from his chest at the sight. “holy shit, you just squirted.” convulsing as your orgasm washed over you, jj slapped you lightly across your cheek, your eyes blinking in and out of consciousness. “j—” you croaked, your limbs going numb the longer he carried on with his ministrations. seeing you delirious, your brain nothing but mush as he fucked you into oblivion was going to go down as one of his favorite memories without a doubt. fingers finding your clit once again, your back arched up from the couch when he pinched the sensitive bundle of nerves, your legs shaking uncontrollably at the sensation.
pinning you down with a hand to your throat, jj pushed down on your tummy, another gush flowing from your pussy as black dots began spotting your vision. “you’re losing your fuckin’ mind over my dick and i’m not even close to being done with you.” you were dead to the world at this point, your hearing alone sounding muffled as jj spoke pure filth against your lips. pulling out momentarily, you sucked in a breath when he turned you on your stomach, his bicep wrapping around your neck before thrusting back into you without warning. if someone told you you’d be getting fucked in a headlock by the pool boy, you wouldn’t have believed them in a million years.
mind numbing orgasm after mind numbing orgasm, you forgot about everything that was your life. you checked out both physically and mentally as jj pretty much treated your cunt like its sole purpose was made to get himself off. you reveled in the feeling of being filled up, his length surely poking a bulge through your stomach with every drag of his hips. in this moment— in jj’s head, he wasn’t just someone who worked for rafe, he was the guy who had his wife begging for his cum. he was better than him, richer than him, more capable than him.. it made his chest bloom with pride seeing your wedding ring glint underneath the sun that filtered in through the window and knowing that it didn’t mean shit with his cock inside of you.
by the time jj finally came, he had you on your knees, his fist wrapped tightly in your hair as he painted your face with his cum, the thick ropes coating your tongue and lips as he moaned wantonly. eyebrows knitting together, jj’s jaw fell slack as he watched you lap at every drop. “fuck, that’s so hot.” he panted, guiding you to take him in your throat one more time. just as you pulled away with pop! a string of saliva still connecting him to your lips, both of you froze when you heard footsteps sounding from the dock. “jj, you in there?!” you grabbed your robe and ran off to the bathroom with shaky legs, your hand covering your mouth to silence your breaths as rafe’s voice rang out from outside.
jj zipped up his pants, quickly slipping on his shirt and trucker hat before grabbing a rag and pretending to wipe down the counter of the bar. “yo, mr. cameron! what are you doing here?” he cleared his throat, his leg bouncing up and down as the satin material of your robe poked out from the bottom of the bathroom door. “this is my yacht.” rafe spoke blandly, taking a suspicious look around. “right..” jj cursed under his breath, his dick still hard in his boxers as he ‘cleaned’. “the place looks good,” rafe nodded, taking a wad of cash out of his pocket, “here’s that three hundred i messaged you about.” using the rag to shield his erection, jj thanked rafe before putting the bills in his boot.
“have you seen my wife? there’s no one in the house.” jj shook his head, his hand scratching the back of his neck as he pretended to be confused. “no, i haven’t seen her at all, actually.. maybe she went out?” rafe eyed jj, the red flush to his cheeks and sweaty skin making him narrow his gaze. “maybe,” the older man replied, “anyways, you could go now.” jj sighed in relief, flashing rafe an awkward smile before rushing out. laughing on his way to the twinkie, jj quickly hauled out of figure eight in case rafe discovered his wife in the bathroom. he thought about you the entire ride back to the chateau, your fucked out face gracing his memory.
usually he’d have no trouble telling the guys all about his latest conquest, but when john b and pope asked him about how everything went, he settled for a quick ‘it was fine, i got the money.’ before throwing himself down on the living room couch. jj fell asleep without a care in the world, his previous activities finally catching up to him and making him feel utterly exhausted. by the time he woke back up, the chateau was pitch black, both john b and pope nowhere to be found. groaning, he remembered his phone in his pocket and quickly checked to see if it needed more battery. there, on his screen was a series of text messages from an unknown number.
[7:38 PM] Unknown : hi it’s y/n.
[7:40 PM] Unknown : i got your number from rafe’s phone. sorry if this is weird, you could just block me if i’m overstepping! i’d be lying if i said i didn’t hope you’d text me back though. again, sorry if this is weird i never do this.
[8:00 PM] Unknown : i have to head out to dinner with rafe now (btw i snuck back in the house and got in the shower so he wouldn’t think anything happened), but if you’re up for it i was thinking we could meet up tonight? rafe is knocked out by 10 so i could sneak out any time after that..
jj glanced at the time. 11:27 PM.
quickly making you a contact in his phone, jj typed in ‘figure eight milf 🍼’ before he sat up, running a hand over his face. there was no way in hell he was going to miss out on this opportunity when it just fell into his lap like this. rafe was already snoring in your ear when your phone buzzed on the nightstand, your hands quickly moving to check the notification.
[11:29 PM] JJ : can you come to me? my friends are out for the rest of the night, no one will know you’re here. i’ll send the address.
[11:29 PM] JJ started sharing location with you
biting your lip, you responded.
[11:32 PM] figure eight milf 🍼 : yes, that’s fine. should i stop for anything?
you watched as the three dots disappeared and reappeared as jj typed.
[11: 33 PM] JJ : i have pre rolls so just get some twisted teas. and food.
rolling your eyes, you were reminded that jj was indeed just another twenty-one year old man.
[11:34 PM] JJ : i’m gonna shower rn but just go straight to the room on the right as soon as you walk in, alright?
[11:35 PM] figure eight milf 🍼 : okay, omw.
glancing back at rafe’s sleeping figure, you sighed softly.
“thought you said you were waiting until you asked me to be your girlfriend hm?” jj pounds into you mercilessly as you moan louder. “couldn’t- fuck… FUCK baby- couldn’t hold back..” jj muttered and railed you even harder.
jj suddenly pulls out, before you could whine, jj connects his lips to your puffy clit and eats you out with abandon. as you reach your high, he plunges his two digits into your sopping pussy roughly, earning another orgasm out of you. “baby.. too much” you whimpered.
“not done yet mama.” he smirked as he suddenly rammed back into your cunt, fucking you rougher and rubbing tight circles on your clit. “you’re so tight and wet… fuck- tell me where you want my nut at baby.” he lifted your legs over his shoulders, making his cock hit magic spots you didn’t even know existed.
jj kept hitting those spots with each thrust until he brung you to the edge. “FUCK JJ!” you screamed and came on his cock, hard. he fucked you roughly through your orgasm, causing you to have another one and let out gushing liquid from your spasming pussy.
“fuck baby that’s all i need, shit that’s it right there.” his thrusts became more erratic as he neared his climax. “where you want it at sweet girl?”
“i-inside…” without another word, jj went harder and faster until his cock erupted, spurts of cum shooting from his twitching tip. “fuck baby, did you like that?”
Summary: your boyfriend, Rafe, gets you JJ Maybank for Christmas
Warnings: threesome, reader and rafe are dating, shy reader, slightly possessive rafe, dom rafe, sub reader, jj is just jj, rafe is pretty rough (all consensual btw even if I don’t explicitly state it), jj is sweet, rough sex, nipple play, finger sucking, fingering, overstimulation, dacryphilia, unprotected piv, blowjob, creampie, spanking, pussy slapping, pet names
Word count: 3.7k
A/N: well uh…this one got away from me I’m very sorry about this. Idk if anyone will read this fic but if you do then I hope you enjoy it and Merry Christmas if you celebrate it!!
Rafe slipped the blindfold off of your eyes and wrapped his arm around your waist, propping his chin on your shoulder. "Merry Christmas, baby." he murmured, gently grabbing your chin and turning your head so you were looking at the bed. Your jaw dropped and you squealed, turning in Rafe's hold and throwing your arms around his neck.
"Thank you, thank you, Rafey!" You kissed his cheek before turning back around, your attention falling on your bed. Your bed where JJ Maybank now sat, shirtless and smiling boyishly at you. JJ Maybank, in your bed. Shirtless. The JJ Maybank that you'd been fantasising about for months and who you'd been staring at for even longer.
Rafe wasn't stupid — he knew you wanted JJ. He had eyes, he noticed every time your gaze fell on JJ, how you'd bite your lip and rub your thighs together subconsciously, looking at him for just a little too long every time. But he also knew you wanted him, he knew how much you loved him and how you'd never act on it, and that's when this idea popped into his head. If you wanted JJ so bad, he'd get him for you. Simple as that.
So here JJ was, on your bed, the perfect Christmas present, all for you. Once your initial excitement had worn off, you turned to look at Rafe again, suddenly uncertain about if he was okay with all of this. He was usually very possessive and the idea of anyone, let alone a filthy pogue, putting their hands on you would be enough to make his vision go red. As if sensing your question, he gently pulled you closer, his large hands settling on your waist comfortingly. "Go 'head, baby, I got him just for you." He pressed a kiss to your jaw before slowly moving you towards the bed.
Now with JJ in front of you, you felt a little unsure of yourself, shy as you stood before him. You blushed and glanced at him from under your lashes, practically whispering when you spoke. "Hi,"
"Hey there, pretty girl," he grinned at you, "I heard from your…" his eyes flicked to Rafe, his smile dimming momentarily before you turned back to you, "boyfriend, that you've been thinking 'bout me. That true, darlin'?"
You nodded again and Rafe smirked. "I think she's a little nervous. You're not gettin' all shy on us now are you, angel?" He didn't wait for your response, instead he removed his own shirt and sat opposite JJ on the bed, signalling for you to come sit on his lap. You did as he asked, straddling his thighs with his back to your chest so you were facing JJ, his hands coming to rest on your waist again.
JJ moved closer to you, his own hands resting on your hips just below Rafe's. He tilted his head down so he could look you in the eyes as he spoke, lowering his voice and speaking in a soft tone so he didn't spook you. "Ain't gotta be scared of me, pretty, I'm real nice I swear." You giggled and you felt Rafe's fingers tighten slightly on your waist. So he wasn't as relaxed about it as you thought. For a moment you wanted to push and see how far you could go but decided against it. This was your Christmas present and you wanted to enjoy it.
Rafe slipped his hands under your top, trailing his fingertips up and down your sides, brushing the undersides of your breasts over your bra as he started to kiss your neck. He nipped your earlobe and whispered into your ear, "Kiss him, baby, I didn't bring him here just for you to stare."
JJ inched closer after hearing Rafe, the tips of his fingers dipping under the waistband of your shorts, teasing the edge of your panties. He was being so sweet and patient, not rushing anything and letting you dictate the pace, making sure you could make the moves when you were comfortable. Yeah, you really liked him. You threaded your fingers through his golden hair, and oh boy was it softer than you could have possibly imagined. You scraped your nails gently against his scalp, smiling as a full body shiver rippled through him at the feeling.
Tired waiting, you leaned in and connected your lips, kissing him for the first time. Your lips moved slowly against each other, exploring each other, one of his large hands coming up to cup your face and pull you closer. His tongue traced your bottom lip and you sighed, your lips parting and granting him entry. His tongue slipped into your mouth, gently moving it against yours, making you let out a breathy moan. He was so good, and you felt heat pooling in your core, your panties steadily getting wetter and wetter. Behind you, you could feel Rafe growing hard just from watching you and JJ kiss; you started to slowly grind your ass back against him, moaning quietly as he began to kiss your neck again, his hands sliding up to cup your tits through your bra.
When you and JJ parted to breathe, Rafe pulled your top over your head, unclasping your bra and throwing it onto the floor as well. Suddenly exposed, your hands instinctively came up to cover your chest, cheeks heating as you tried to hide yourself. Rafe's hands wrapped around your wrists, carefully prying your hands away from your chest, both of their hungry gazes greedily taking you in. "So pretty, princess," Rafe murmured, "'s no need to hide."
"I second that," JJ chimed in, "prettiest thing I've ever seen, I can't believe I'm allowed to do this." They exchanged a look, clearly formulating some sort of unspoken plan — this was the only time you'd ever seen them get along, it seemed they'd decided on a truce while they fucked you. Both men were hard by now, and you desperately wanted to do something for them but they had their own ideas about what was going to happen. Rafe's large, warm palms came up and cupped your bare breasts, gently squeezing and massaging them as JJ leaned forward, sucking one of your nipples into his mouth. It hardened quickly as he flicked his tongue against it, grazing his teeth carefully against the sensitive skin as he continued to suck. Meanwhile, Rafe began to press open mouthed kisses to your shoulders, starting to toy with the other nipple, rolling it between his fingers and pinching as JJ continued to lap at the other.
One of Rafe's hands left your breasts, sliding down your stomach and flicking open the button on your shorts, the rasp of the zipped being pulled down filling the quiet room. His fingers dipped down the front of your shorts, rubbing your pussy with the gentlest touch possible through your underwear. "Shiiit, baby, so fuckin' wet f'me," JJ shot him a glare and Rafe rolled his eyes, "wet for us." He wrapped one strong arm around your waist, lifting you up enough so he could slide your shorts and panties off in one.
Before Rafe could throw them on the floor to join the rest of your clothes, JJ grabbed your soaked panties and pocketed them, winking at you. "For when I miss ya," he explained, smirking at you as Rafe glared at him. Rafe gently lowered you back onto his lap, hands moving to your thighs and spreading them wider, leaving you vulnerable under their gazes. You squirmed, your cheeks heating, your dripping cunt now exposed to the air — exposed to them. JJ was the first to break the silence, his eyes glued between your legs, Rafe's strong hands holding them open so you couldn't shut them and hide yourself no matter how much you wanted to. "No wonder Rafe keeps you locked up, darlin', she is just the prettiest thing I've ever seen." He looked up at you, eyes filled with awe, the blue of his eyes almost completely swallowed by black. "And she's already cryin' for us."
Rafe's attention shifted to JJ. "Hold her open," he ordered, JJ's hands replacing his on your thighs, keeping you spread. "You gonna be good f'me, princess?" You nodded and he rewarded you with a kiss on the neck, his hands staring to massage the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. "Good girl. I'm gonna make you cum now, get you nice and wet, then because this is your present, 'm gonna let JJ fuck you. Sound good?"
You nodded eagerly, your needy clit throbbing for attention just from his words. Rafe's hand landed a harsh smack to your inner thigh, dangerously close to your pussy, making you jolt and whine. "Not good enough. Words, baby."
"I'm sorry, Rafey," you gasped out, "it sounds so good, need it please."
"See? That wasn't hard at all was it, sweet girl?"
You shook your head, and Rafe smiled softly at you. "There's my good girl." He tilted your head towards his before kissing you, his mouth hungrily claiming yours, leaving no doubt about who you really belonged to. Where JJ had been soft with you, Rafe was hard, messily tongue fucking you, exploring your mouth desperately like he needed you more than oxygen. He pulled back and shoved two fingers into your mouth, thrusting them in and out roughly.
He pushed his fingers in as far as they could go, making you gag as they hit the back of your throat. "That's it," he groaned, "get 'em all wet for me. Shit, such a messy girl." You whimpered, doing your best to coat his fingers in your saliva as he continued to move them, your eyes pricking with tears.
He abruptly pulled them out of your mouth, his digits shining with your saliva. He didn't waste any more time, his hand moving to your neglected pussy; it was so wet it was starting to drip onto his pants, a pool of your slick leaking through the fabric. Without warning, he roughly tapped your clit, your whole body tensing and a startled moan falling from between your lips. Even as your thighs tried to snap shut from the sudden attention, JJ's hands held them steady, not even allowing you to move them an inch.
Rafe smacked your pussy, the tears that had been welling up in your eyes finally spilling down your cheeks as you whimpered from the sting. "Shh, shh, you're okay." He did it again, harder this time, wrapping his other arm firmly around you, keeping you held tight against his body. "You keep still, or you don't get to cum until after JJ has." He began to rub circles around your stinging clit, just missing it each time. You tried your hardest not to squirm, but he was being mean. His thumb suddenly pressed hard against your clit, and you started writhing in his arms from the overwhelming pleasure you were receiving all at once. "Bet that feels real good." He removed his fingers from your sensitive nub, sliding them down through your slick folds until he reached your entrance, beginning to circle it. Occasionally, he dipped the very tip of his finger inside of you, immediately withdrawing it and going back to circling around your entrance.
JJ watched your needy little hole clench around nothing each time Rafe withdrew his fingertip, his own hands gripping your thighs bruisingly hard. He was so worked up, his dick straining in his pants, a dark spot starting to form on the front of them. He wanted — no, needed — to get his hands on you, to get a taste of you, but Rafe seemed insistent on teasing you until you cried (which you already were doing) but it seemed that wasn't good enough for him yet.
JJ removed one of his hands from your thighs, starting to palm himself through his clothes, trying to ease the burning need inside of him. Rafe glared at him over your shoulder but went back to teasing you — he handled you without JJ every day, he definitely didn't need him now. You were fully crying by now, your breath coming in little cut off sobs, moans and whines escaping your lips as you begged your boyfriend for anything. It felt as if he'd been at this for hours, giving you a little taste of relief before ripping it away from you over and over and over. Each time you squirmed from your desperation, he'd remove his fingers altogether before landing a sharp smack on your pussy.
"Fuck, baby, you've soaked through my fuckin' pants, I'm gonna have to get new ones, you're such a dirty girl." He finally, finally, slid two fingers inside of you, immediately finding your G-spot and rubbing hard. You cried out, your hand clutching at his wrist, nails digging into his skin. You were so overwhelmed you couldn't even think, just moaning out incoherent noises, your walls fluttering around his fingers as your orgasm approached fast.
JJ moved closer to you again, taking his hand off your thigh and his other off of his crotch, moving them so they were gently cupping your face. He tilted it up so you were looking at him, the pads of his thumbs carefully brushing away the tears on your cheeks. The contrast between Rafe roughly stretching you open and JJ gently comforting you was making your head spin in the best way, the dual sensations sending you hurtling towards your peak faster than you thought was possible.
JJ started to place gentle kisses all over your face, pressing his lips to your damp eyelids, your forehead, the tip of your nose, your cheeks, and finally your swollen lips, his tongue slowly brushing against yours. He trailed one hand down your body until he reached your dripping cunt, his fingers beginning to rub at your swollen, neglected clit, the sensitive pearl pulsing under his skilful fingers.
You tapped Rafe frantically on the arm, alerting him to your quickly approaching orgasm. He began to move his fingers faster, inserting a third and scissoring them inside of you, preparing you for JJ. "Let go, princess, gush on my fingers." Your orgasm hit you, your body trembling and your thighs squeezing hard around their hands, trapping them in place. Your mouth opened in a silent scream and you panted into JJ's mouth, your walls clenching around Rafe's fingers.
They exchanged a look again as they worked you through your orgasm, the pace of their fingers not slowing even as you came down from your high. Even as the tremors in your body eased slightly, they just didn't stop. Your breath hitched as the pleasure from your orgasm suddenly turned into too much, too much, too much, and you tried to bat away their hands but they wouldn't budge.
JJ smiled at you, his thumb on your clit never faltering. "Doin' so good for us, darlin', just relax."
Soon, the overstimulation started to fade, warmth pooling in your core again; you let out a soft moan and Rafe chuckled behind you, pressing his face against your skin. "There she is," his fingers started to slow their thrusts inside of you, "think your ready for JJ?"
"Yes! Please, I need it, please."
"Good girl," Rafe replied, pulling his fingers out of you with a soft pop. He brought his fingers up to his mouth, sucking them clean, moaning at your taste. Rafe pat your thigh, signalling for you to get up off of his lap so he could move. Once you did, both men got up from the bed to shed their remaining layers before retaking their places. Your mouth watered when you saw JJ naked for the first time, his defined torso and thick, hard cock on display for you. Before you could reach out to touch him, Rafe pushed you forwards so you landed ass up on the bed, your arms flailing out so your face didn't hit the mattress. Him and JJ swapped places, so Rafe was now sitting up against the headboard, his aching cock inches from your face, while JJ positioned himself up behind you.
You felt the head of JJ's length nudge your entrance and you shivered in anticipation. You never thought you'd get to have this, get to have them both, and you were absolutely going to enjoy it all. JJ started to push in, inch by inch, letting you feel the slow drag of his thick cock against your velvety walls. Once JJ was fully sheathed, you reached out for Rafe, his fingers intertwining with yours as JJ began to slowly roll his hips, letting you feel every inch of him. "Fuck, sugar, tightest pussy I've ever had, she's gripping me like a vice, ain't she?"
Your nails dug into the back of Rafe's hands, little crescent moon shapes forming, but he didn't mind, it was worth it to see your pretty, fucked out face as JJ moved inside of you. JJ started to speed up, gradually increasing his pace until the wet sound of skin meeting skin filled the room. You glanced up at Rafe, who's pupils were completely blown out as he stared down at you, his cock flushed dark and leaking. As much as he'd made it clear this was all for you, you wanted to do something nice for him, you wanted to make him come too — after all he deserved it for getting you the JJ Maybank as a Christmas present.
You licked a stripe up the underside of his cock, from base to tip, and he groaned in satisfaction. One of his hands released yours, instead tangling into your hair, holding you in place as you lapped up the pre-cum pooling at his tip. You swallowed him down with a practised ease, used to taking him from how often you did it, and you hollowed your cheeks around him. You moaned happily, partly from the way JJ was hitting your G-spot with every thrust and partly from how Rafe was starting to fuck your face, pumping his thick shaft in and out of your mouth.
JJ could tell you were getting close for the second time, your body starting to move back against his as he pounded into you. He reached a hand underneath you, fingers finding your clit and gently rubbing it as he kept moving. The sudden added stimulation caused you to choke around Rafe a little, and he smirked down at you, continuing to fuck your throat mercilessly. His head rolled back, his eyes fluttering shut as he groaned out, "Shiiit, princess, 'm gonna cum, you gonna swallow it all for me?"
You nodded the best you could around him, muffled whimpers and whines vibrating around him as you approached your peak too, but you were determined to get him to finish first. You doubled your efforts, bobbing your head in time with his thrusts, laving your tongue against the underside of his shaft, hollowing your cheeks. His breath was coming in sharp pants and moans now, his hand fisted in your hair hard, tugging on the strands. With one final thrust, the head of his cock beached the back of your throat again, staying there as he came down your throat, spitting out praises and curses as you swallowed around him. His body went slack, and he pulled you off of his softening cock, gently wiping your swollen lips with his thumbs before lacing your hands together again as he sat back to watch you come undone.
JJ rubbed your clit in small, tight circles, the head of his cock hitting the gummy spot inside you with each thrust. He felt so good inside of you, better than you could have possibly imagined in your countless fantasies. His hand on your hip pulled you back to meet each of his movements, the headboard slamming against the wall from the force. Your legs started to shake as your orgasm washed over you for a second time, your eyes rolling back into your head and your walls fluttering around his cock, milking him like your life depended on it. "Fuck," he groaned out through gritted teeth, "gonna make me cum, that perfect pussy of yours is squeezin' the life outta me."
The hand that was rubbing your clit moved back to grip your hip as he pounded into you, chasing his own release now that you'd come. You squirmed from overstimulation but Rafe shushed you, his hands cradling your face tenderly. JJ's thrusts grew sloppy, losing their rhythm, until he buried himself to the hilt, shooting hot ropes of cum into you and painting your walls with his release. He slowed to a stop, playfully slapping your ass before he carefully pulled out, both of you hissing as he slid out of your abused hole.
You body went limp on the bed the second no one was holding you up and Rafe chuckled, moving your tired body so you were lying next to him, your head pillowed on one of his strong biceps, his other arm wrapping around you. JJ flopped down next to you, his hand resting on your waist and rubbing soothing circles into your skin with his thumb. Rafe kissed you gently, his large hand stroking up and down your body. "You did so good for us, baby, so perfect, my good girl."
JJ chimed in, "He's right, darlin', you're the best I've ever had, just the prettiest thing with the prettiest pussy I've ever had the pleasure of fuckin'." You giggled and smacked his chest lightly, but he caught your hand and brought it to his lips, pressing kisses to your knuckles. What a gentleman. The three of you lay together, utterly spent, the boys showering your tired body with love, stroking gentle hands over your skin and peppering you with kisses. JJ was the first to break the silence again, grinning mischievously at you and Rafe. "Sooo…same time tomorrow?"
You all dissolved into laughter, a perfect end to this, you thought. Your giggles fizzled out and you murmured under your breath, "Merry Christmas to me."
