You and rafe just arrived at your hotel in the Maldives, a happy couple that just got married, you guys have been together for four years before he proposed and now here you were, on vacation with the love of your life. Rafe was bringing the bags in behind you as he set them by the door before closing it behind him.
"You like it?" He asked with a small smirk, his voice deep, rough. That's one thing you loved about him, it could make you melt in seconds. You nod softly as you look at him with a soft smile, slowly making your way towards him as you wrap your arms around his neck
"I think I love it." You said as your smile widened before you pressed your lips softly against his. He let out a small groan as his arms make their way around your waist, gripping it tightly — not enough to hurt but enough to remind you tomorrow what happened. His hands slid down your waist and past your hips before they stop and grip your ass causing you to let out a small gasp. He chuckled — he loved hearing all your cute little sounds. His hands moved further as they drift to your thighs before he lifts you up and wraps your legs around his waist
You're lips part finally as you both pant harshly, your gaze moves to his — his eyes dark with desire and something else that you couldn't quite tell what it was. He makes his way towards the bedroom before dropping you gently on the bed causing you to giggle and he let out a huff as his brows frown in slight frustration.
"Don't giggle when I'm about to fuck you." He growled as his hands wrap around your ankles and swiftly pull you towards him, causing your core to collide with his hard length in his uniform pants. You couldn't help but moan since it put such a nice pressure against your clit through your shorts — the seam rubbing against you just right.
Rafe smirked at the sound before leaning down as his lips brush softly against your neck causing a small whine to leave your lips as your hips buck, desperate for some type of relief. This only made his smirk widened as he pulls back just enough to look down at you before pressing his hips harder against yours as he slowly starts moving his hips, the friction made you whimper as your eyes flutter shut
"Fuck rafe..." You moan,your hands gripping the hem of his shirt as he leans back down, his dog tags rubbing between your cleavage as he started kissing and nipping at your neck causing marks to appear that you knew people would look at you weird for but you could care less right now. "That's right baby... Say my name." He said in a low groan as his hips speed up causing you to whine as you bite you lip softly.
"Don't hide those pretty noises princess... I wanna hear how good I make you feel." Rafe said as his thumb brushes your bottom lip, pulling it free from your teeth before kissing you, it was messy, tongue and teeth as his hips press harder against yours before he pulls back from the kisses just enough to whisper against your lips
I had this idea, wrote it, hit writer’s block, deleted it… Then rewrote it for like 20 days 😅 I’m finally sharing it and hope you enjoy! I’m still planning a Rafe series. I’ve got a little something I’m trying to finish and post today 🤞 If not, I’ll drop a tiny blurb so you can peek. I’ll start tagging, anyway… can’t wait to share this with you 💖
Warnings: unprotected sex, p in v, hookup, fwb, threesom, degrading and praise, oral sex, dom/sub dynamic (there's probably more but whatever)
I would say MDNI but I mean I was once a kid and read shit like this too just be respectful and responsible with what you read not everything should be copied in real life you are also responsible for the internet you consume
Enjoy!
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This time, you were in John B’s room, scrolling on your phone in just a white tank top and PJ shorts—no bra. The soft fabric barely covered you, and you were completely comfortable… until John B walked in.
His eyes instantly darkened, a low, hungry grin spreading across his face. “Oh hey,” you said casually, looking up from your phone and shutting it off, trying to act chill as you stood to make some food.
Just then, JJ walked in, a teasing smirk on his face. “Hey, hottie. Whatcha wearing?”
“Just PJ’s,” you replied, shrugging, trying to stay innocent—but the teasing glint in both their eyes made it impossible.
JJ leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before pushing you lightly against the wall. “Mm, definitely not innocent,” he murmured.
John B’s low voice followed, a smirk in every word, “Honestly… you look way hotter without clothes.”
John B’s low murmur trailed off into a smirk as his hands slid up, lifting your top just enough to expose your tits. At the same time, JJ pulled away from the kiss leaned down, tugging down your PJ shorts with a teasing grin, making it clear neither of them were holding back.
Just then you feel John B’s fingers traced teasing circles over your folds, gliding through your wetness as he let out a low, approving hum.
He slid his fingers back, leaving you craving more, then murmured from behind, “On your knees,” his tone firm but teasing.
You obeyed instantly, lowering yourself to your knees and turning to face him. John B shifted, undoing his pants and boxers, letting himself free, his eyes dark and hungry as he watched you.
John B was right in front of you as JJ tilted your head up just slightly. “Open your mouth… tongue out,” he said, his voice firm but teasing. “Yeah… that’s my good girl,” he purred, smirking as he watched you obey, his fingers brushing lightly against your jaw, guiding you like he owned every inch of your attention.
John B pressed the tip of himself against your tongue, a low groan rumbling from him, before sliding into your mouth. The sudden fullness made your eyes widen for a second, but the way he held you steady and dominant made it impossible not to obey.
JJ dropped to his knees behind you, his hands sliding over your breasts, kneading and teasing as John B moved in your mouth. The slick, overwhelming sensation made you gag softly, and JJ’s low, teasing voice whispered in your ear, “Such a good little slut… yeah, just like that.” He pressed a little closer, fingers gripping firmly, watching every reaction as you obeyed both of them.
John B pressed the tip of himself against your tongue, a low groan rumbling from him, before sliding into your mouth. The sudden fullness made your eyes widen for a second, but the way he held you steady and dominant made it impossible not to obey.
JJ dropped to his knees behind you, his hands sliding over your breasts, kneading and teasing as John B moved in your mouth. The slick, overwhelming sensation made you gag softly, and JJ’s low, teasing voice whispered in your ear, “Such a good little slut… yeah, just like that.” He pressed a little closer, fingers gripping firmly, watching every reaction as you obeyed both of them.
JJ’s hand cupped one of your breasts, fingers kneading and teasing while his other hand slid down to work your clit slowly, circling and pressing just right. John B continued sliding in and out of your mouth, each movement making you gag softly, and JJ’s low, teasing voice purred in your ear, “Such a good little slut… you love this, don’t you?” His touch was firm, confident, and completely in control.
You felt John B's cock twitch once... then twice as he thrust into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat, and with a low, gritty groan, he spilled over your tongue. You swallow the salty cum as the taste lingers on your tongue. You take him back in your mouth, sucking the head a bit, but just then, JJ tapped you as a signal to get up, and John B pulls out of your mouth and helps you get up, and they toss you onto the bed.
JJ quickly undresses as John kisses you, kneading your breast and pinching your nipples until you gasp, and he slides his tongue into your mouth. JJ was rubbing himself threw your folds and he groans fuck your so wet and slowly inch by inch slids in once he bottomed out and your mouth opened slightly he let you take a minute to adjust before setting a ruthless pace slowly picking up until your a moaning mess clawing at anything you can reached once you got close he stopped told you go in doggy and you listened turning around going on your hands and knees face on the bed and he continued the same ruthless pace until you were close again then he said on your knee look at John b don't close your eyes and she did she up looked at John b face resting on his thigh while she was one her knees and jj again set that ruthless pace until her eyes rolled back, tongue hanging out of her open mouth, completely dazed and soft.
John B pressed his thumb lightly against her tongue, teasing her mercilessly just before she hit the edge. JJ’s cock and constant praise drove her wild, every nerve in her body screaming as she teetered on the brink, utterly powerless to resist them.
Her words came out breathy and scattered, almost unintelligible: “I… I’m gonna cum…”
JJ’s grin widened, cock still teasing her relentlessly. “Yeah? That’s my little slut… gonna let go for us?” he murmured, low and commanding. John B’s hands held her steady, eyes dark and hungry, as her body shook under their combined attention, overwhelmed and powerless to resist.
She mumbled, "Can... I come...?"
John B looked up at JJ.
JJ looked at John. JJ gave a quick nod, and John B said, "Come in her ear," and she did, falling forward, fucked out. John B lifted her back on her knees, and her moans came out as little "ah, ah, ah," and JJ's thrusts got sloppier, losing the pace just before he came in, your head thrown back as he groaned, still thrusting hard, but few letting aftershocks pulse through his body and yours before gently pulling out.
The bedsheets were drenched and sticky beneath her trembling thighs as aftershocks still lingered.
Her body quivered from overstimulation, every nerve hypersensitive, while John B’s hands roamed over her back and hips, keeping her steady. Both of them smirked, clearly pleased with how utterly she’d melted under their combined control.
Her pupils were blown, eyes glassy and dazed, as they gently laid her down on the bed. Their hands moved over her, dressing her again and cleaning her up with careful, possessive touches. She let out a small, breathless sigh, still trembling, and whispered, “Thank you.” JJ smirked, brushing a stray hair from her face, while John B’s hand lingered on her hip, both clearly proud and satisfied with how completely she’d melted for them.
summary - jj loved physical affection at all time.
warnings - none
word count - 173
a/n - just a little head-canon thingy for you all to enjoy :)
post number - 2
reader - she/her, fem!
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jj maybank had a lot of ways of expressing his love for his girlfriend; he’d constantly tell her that she was gorgeous, or that he loved her, he’d buy her little gifts, like a new shirt that he thought she’d like, or a teddy that reminded him of her. but his most showed love language was physical affection.
jj has to be touching his girlfriend at all times. whether it's holding hands, sitting right next to each other during a movie, cuddling, kissing - it didn’t matter, as long as he was touching her in one way or another.
he’d get upset whenever his girlfriend was around and he wasn’t, or couldn’t, touching her. he’d get frustrated when they were in a fight and had to be around each other, so he couldn’t touch her.
whenever his girlfriend would catch him off guard, by kissing him or hugging him, he’d get butterflies in his stomach as if it were the first time they’d hugged or kissed all over again.
john b : he’s absolutely the sweetest dom ever, always taking care of you whenever you fuck, praising you and treating you like the pillow princess you are! he won’t degrade or choke you unless you ask him too, but if you make him damn mad ( it’s hard tho ), he won’t hesitate to spank you.
jj : he LOVES whenever you ride him, literally drooling over your bouncing tits. he’s absolutely a tits guy, touching and squeezing them at every occasion. one thing that could never miss in bed, are handcuffs: as much as he adore having you ride him and having that little moment of control, he loves to exercise the power he has over you by fucking you with your hands cuffed. oh, and, he never takes off the panties, just pull them to the side!
rafe : my favorite guy ever! we all know that rafe is a meanie in bed, alway degrading and humiliating you, not to talk about the DUMBIFICATION! he’s just too good at making you going crazy over his thick cock, laughing at your attempt to say coherent words (clearly failing as all you can do is whimper rambling words ). he’s a slut for dirty talking too: “ i can’t wait to paint this pretty walls with my cum, and you have to keep it inside you, just to make you understand that you’re mine. “
Reader is of legal age. Everything is consensual, just mean.
You weren’t supposed to take the whole capsule. But when did you ever listen to Rafe Cameron?
You sat on your bedroom floor, head tilted back against the wall, your legs spread wide open because your body wouldn’t stop buzzing. It felt like your skin was on fire, your clit twitching with every breath, every flicker of light, every thought of him. It was pathetic.
You were half-high, half-drenched, and all attitude.
You grabbed your phone and called him again. He picked up on the second ring.
“What now?”
“Oh, so now you answer?”
“You’ve called me four times.”
“Because you gave me that new molly like a jackass and didn’t warn me it was gonna turn me into a fuckin’ nympho. I’m crawling out of my skin over here.”
Rafe groaned low. “Did you take the whole thing?”
“…No.”
“Don’t lie to me.”
“…Maybe.”
“You’re such a dumb fuckin’ brat, you know that?”
“And you’re a dealer with no customer service.”
There was a pause. Then: “Be ready in five.”
He didn’t knock. He never did.
He just shoved the door open and stalked in like he owned the place. His jaw was clenched, dark brows furrowed. You smirked up at him from the floor, practically vibrating.
“Took you long enough.”
His eyes dropped to your thighs—bare, glistening, parted. “You’re seriously dressed like that for me?”
“It’s my house. You’re lucky I didn’t show up naked, since you ruined me with that drug.”
“You ruined yourself. But I’ll clean up your mess,” he muttered, yanking you up by the arm.
“Careful,” you sneered, jerking your hand back. “I’m not one of your little drugged-up whores, Rafe. I don’t beg.”
He chuckled darkly. “That’s funny,” he said, dragging you by the hair to the kitchen counter. “Because I can smell how fuckin’ wet you are from here. Face down.”
“Go to hell—”
He bent you over the counter before you could finish, holding you there with one hand on the back of your neck. “I said face down. You don’t get to mouth off after overdosing on my shit and calling me like some desperate junkie.”
You hissed, squirming, but he kicked your legs apart wider and shoved your tank top up. “God, you’re such a little bitch,” he muttered, palming your ass. “You get high, get horny, and suddenly I’m supposed to drop everything to stretch out this tight little hole like it’s a fuckin’ emergency.”
You gasped sharply when his hand cracked across your ass.
“You like this,” he growled, spanking you again, harder. “Don’t lie.”
Your throat caught on a moan, but you still spat back, “I’ve had better.”
Rafe laughed low. “Liar.”
Then he stepped back—and you heard it.
The sharp metallic sound of his belt unbuckling. The rasp of the zipper. The wet thud of his cock slapping against his abdomen when he shoved both his pants and boxers down in one rough move.
“Look at you,” he said, pumping himself slow and steady. “High, soaked, and still talkin’ shit.”
You twisted to glare back at him, catching a glimpse of him stroking his thick, veiny cock—angry red and already leaking at the tip. Your throat went dry. You hated how badly you wanted it.
“You done playing with yourself?” you snapped. “Or do I have to sit here all night while you jerk off to my ass like some—ahhh—!”
He didn’t wait. He pushed in with one brutal thrust, bottoming out in seconds.
Your eyes rolled back.
He didn’t give you time to adjust. Rafe grabbed your hips and fucked into you hard, dragging your body back to meet every thrust like he was trying to break you in half.
“You feel this?” he hissed. “That’s your punishment. For being a fuckin’ brat. For acting like you don’t need me.”
Your hands scrabbled at the counter, nails digging into the wood. “F-fuck—Rafe—slow down—”
“No,” he snapped. “You wanted this. You called me for this. Now you take what you’re given like a good little drugged-out slut.”
He leaned over you, hips still slamming into your soaked cunt, his chest brushing your back, lips against your ear.
“Say thank you.”
You shook your head, whining.
“Say it or I’ll pull out and make you beg to come.”
“…Thank you,” you choked out.
“For what?” He grabbed your hair and yanked your head back, growling against your neck.
“…For fixing me.”
“Damn right.”
You were trembling now, whole body locking up with heat. You were gonna come and it was going to wreck you. You hated how much you loved it.
“Let me come, please—please—” you begged, drooling, tears pricking your eyes.
“Too late,” he snarled. “You’re already fuckin’ coming.”
And he was right—your walls clamped around him, wet and fluttering, your vision whiting out as the orgasm slammed into you so hard your knees nearly gave out. He kept going, fucking you through it, your name spilling from his mouth in groans, hips frantic, messy—
Then he stilled.
You felt it—throb, pulse, spill. Warm.
“Fuckin’ mine,” he hissed, rutting into you once more. “You don’t go to anyone else for a fix. Not drugs, not cock, nothing. You hear me?”
You whimpered, brain half-melted. “Yeah. I hear you.”
He pulled out slowly, admiring the mess leaking out of you with a satisfied smirk.
“Don’t clean that up,” he said. “I want you to feel me all night.”
You were too fucked-out to answer.
“Next time you talk to me like that,” he added, dragging his fingers along your thigh and sucking them clean, “I’ll make you crawl on your knees and beg with tears in your eyes.”
You still had some brat left in you. “You wish.”
Rafe grinned darkly. “Nah, princess. You wish. I make your wishes come true.”
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Let me know if you want a part two — maybe she tries to get off without him and he catches her. Or she flirts with another dealer, and Rafe shows her exactly who owns her.
A/n: Kinktober! Its a little late but whatever if you have any requests pls ask me im running out of ideas (this was also super rushed) Anyway enjoy!
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Morning october sunlight filters softly through the blinds, warming the tangled sheets around them. John B and your bodies press together, heavy with sleep, hearts slow and steady.
He watches you quietly, tracing the curve of your shoulder with a fingertip, teasing without saying a word. You keep your eyes closed, pretending you're oblivious, but a small, crooked smile betrays you.
A lazy laugh slips from your lips when he nips at your neck, feather-light. You arch into him, letting him feel your welcome, daring him to do more.
John's hands roam with purpose, testing boundaries — a brush over your thigh, a palm on your hip — careful, patient, yet insistent.
You meet his gaze finally, half-lidded and warm. No words are needed; Your soft nod is all the permission he wants.
The playful teasing fades, replaced by a charged quiet. Every glance, every touch carries intention. John's eyes fill with hunger
He trails kisses along your skin, slow, deliberate, lips grazing places that make you shiver. You arch, catching your breath.
His eyes flick up to you as if asking a silent question. You respond with a tilt of your chin, a subtle invitation.
John B leans closer, low voice dropping into a firm, commanding murmur, “Stay still… don’t move.”
He kisses down your neck the middle of your breast down your stomach making eye contact as he kisses your inner thighs
"Mmhm John B" you whine a silent beg for more
Your pulse quickens, anticipation curling in your stomach as he positions himself, the tension between them humming in the morning light.
He begins slowly, mouth grazing your skin, teasing you with just enough friction to make you gasp. You twist beneath him, desperate for more.
Your hips shift instinctively, but John B.S.'s big veiny hand presses you down gently but firmly groaning into your core — he's in control and you love it rolling your eyes back as he sucks your clit
Flicking his tongue, sharp enough to make her cry out but not enough to let her fully relax.
You get close and he
pulls back just as she nears the edge, savouring the way she writhes, begging with broken words.
Not yet he says with a smirk as he drives back in
Your legs are trembling with overwhelming pleasure not sure if it's too much or not enough
Voice barely coherent, pleading little pleases between gasps ..." please...please.... fuck yes john b... please" Every reaction is a map he reads, adjusting, teasing, driving you higher.
Getting off on your reactions
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He gives no quarter, going faster, firmer, demanding. Your body responds instinctively, caught between pleasure and overstimulation.
Your hands clutch the sheets, nails digging in, voice cracking into soft moans and desperate pleas.
John's hands keep your legs spread to keep them from shutting as she loses control.
Your world narrows to sensation — heat, wetness, breath, teeth, the sound of his voice commanding her.
"Keep those legs open baby"
Even though he knows you can't.
"Fuck ... I'm close"
And he lays his tongue flat shakes his head teasingly as he makes eye contact to pull back and say "beg"
And you do "please please john b please let me cum" you so ridiculous begging for john b but fuck it felt good when he finally let you cum.
When you finally tip over the edge, trembling and gasping, he stays with you, letting your body come undone completely before easing you down gently.
He crawls up kisses you lazily on your part he gets a warm cloth to wipe your thighs, and you cuddle for a while before.
He whispers in your ear "Im going to make breakfast, You stay here" and John B gets up and leaves to make breakfast, You can faintly smell the warm scent of French toast.
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A/N: I’m doing the first half of the month now; the rest will come later. All open spots are open for requests—you can pick a day or leave it to me. Once you choose, I’ll mark it closed and work on it. PLEASE REQUEST I HAVE LIKE NO IDEAS BRO😭
You’re skating down the boardwalk, wheels humming smooth beneath you, curls bouncing in the salty breeze. It’s your first week staying with family for the summer, soaking up all the OBX vibes. Headphones blasting, world on mute—you’re in your zone, lost in the rhythm of your board and the ocean air.
JJ’s leaning casually against the railing, one hand wrapped around a cold beer, eyes tracing the waves like they hold all the secrets. He’s got that effortless vibe—like he owns the place without even trying.
You’re trying out a new trick, focused and maybe a little too caught up in your own world. Suddenly, you lose your balance and almost slam right into him.
“Shit, sorry!” you blurt, stepping back too fast. His grip slips, and the beer tumbles from his hand, crashing against the boardwalk with a loud, shattering smack.
You immediately feel a sharp sting bite your palm. Looking down, you spot thin lines of blood creeping between your fingers.
JJ’s face shifts instantly from surprise to concern as he crouches down beside you. “Fuck, you good?” he asks, eyes scanning the cut.
You bite your lip, trying not to wince. “Yeah, I’m YN,” you say, trying to keep your voice steady despite the sting.
He reaches out carefully, gently grabbing your hand. His fingers are warm as he inspects the cut, and you can’t help but notice how close you are.
“JJ,” he says, his voice low and steady.
You meet his gaze, heart skipping a beat even though you’re trying to play it cool. “Guess I owe you a beer,” you say, a smirk tugging at your lips despite the pain.
He chuckles softly, pulling his shirt off to wrap around your hand, stopping the bleeding. “Yeah, you definitely do.”
The tension between you lingers in the salty air, heavy but electric. Neither of you rushes to break it—it’s like the universe just set the stage for something new.
Later, you roll up to the Cameron house—your cousins’ place, a messy, lively spot that somehow feels like home despite being new to you. The porch light casts a warm glow, and you hear familiar laughter and the faint clatter of dishes inside.
Ward, Sarah’s dad and your uncle-by-marriage, spots you the second you walk in, eyes immediately flicking to your hand wrapped in JJ’s shirt.
“What happened?” he asks, voice low but firm like he’s ready to school you if needed.
“I fell,” you say, shrugging it off.
Ward nods. “Alright, let’s get you cleaned up.”
He starts walking toward the kitchen, but his phone buzzes in his pocket. He pulls it out but doesn’t answer right away.
Instead, he calls out, “Sarah, baby, can you come help YN with a cut?”
You hear footsteps as Sarah—your cousin and a total boss—comes downstairs.
Ward grabs his phone and heads toward his office. “I’ve got a call I need to take.”
Sarah arrives just in time, giving you a reassuring smile.
She gently takes your hand and inspects the cut. The blood is still fresh, but not too bad.
“Okay, first things first,” Sarah says, grabbing a clean cloth and running it under cold water.
She carefully presses the damp cloth against your palm, cleaning away the blood.
“Does it sting?” she asks.
“A little,” you admit, biting your lip.
Sarah nods. “That’s normal. Just hold still.”
After a few seconds, she reaches for a small first aid kit and pulls out some antiseptic cream and a sterile bandage.
She spreads the cream gently over the cut, then wraps the bandage snugly around your hand.
“There,” she says, giving you a soft smile. “Good as new.”
You flex your fingers, testing the bandage. “Thanks, Sarah. I owe you one.”
She laughs. “Just don’t go falling again, okay?”
Sarah studies your bandaged hand carefully. “So, how’d you manage to do this?” she asks, eyebrow raised.
You shrug, cheeks warming. “I fell… tried a trick and didn’t stick it.”
She laughs, nudging your arm. “Classic. But you gotta be careful if you wanna keep skating all summer.”
You grin. “Yeah, yeah, I know.”
Sarah’s smile gets wider. “Hey, there’s a party tonight at the Bone Yard. All the island kids will be there.”
You blink, intrigued. “The Bone Yard?”
“Yeah, it’s where everyone hangs out. It’s pretty chill—music, bonfires, the whole vibe.”
You hesitate but the thought makes your heart skip. “Sounds… fun.”
Sarah nods. “It’ll be a good way to meet people. You should come.”
You smile, feeling a spark of excitement. “Alright, I’m in.”
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The night air hits you as you step into the Bone Yard, the low hum of music and chatter wrapping around you like a familiar blanket. Topper’s by your side, grinning like he owns the place as you weave through the crowd of island kids gathered around bonfires and makeshift tables.
Sarah waves from across the yard, her eyes catching yours before she slips away to talk with some friends. You spot JJ leaning against a post near the edge, watching the crowd with that effortless cool, but you don’t say a word—yet.
You take a deep breath, letting the buzz of the party settle in, then slip away from Topper to grab two beers from the cooler. One’s for you, the other still sealed.
JJ’s eyes find you as you head back, and for a moment, you freeze, caught under his gaze.
You walk up with a smirk, holding out the unopened bottle. “Here, stranger. I owed you one.”
He raises an eyebrow, accepting the beer, the corner of his mouth twitching into a grin. “Thanks. I was starting to think you forgot.”
You shrug, popping open your own bottle. “Not a chance.”
He leans in slightly, voice low enough just for you. “You’re full of surprises, YN. I like that.”
You sip your beer, feeling the warmth spread. “Yeah? You’re not so bad yourself.”
The music pulses around you as you both fall into easy conversation—talking about the island, favorite spots, and the dumbest tricks you’ve attempted on your boards.
“You ever fall this hard before?” he asks, nodding at your bandaged hand.
You laugh, shrugging. “More times than I can count. But hey, it’s all part of the ride.”
He smirks, eyes locked on yours. “You’re tougher than you look.”
You bite your lip, heart picking up pace. “You’re not too shabby yourself.”
The buzz of the party fades into background noise as the moment stretches between you two—electric, charged, and just waiting to snap.
He leans in lips just brush yours you cam feel his hot breath on your slightly cold face and he pulls back slightly, voice low and casual, “I know a spot we can go… if you want.”
You grins, biting your lip, “Sure.”
You two slip through the party crowd, weaving toward the edge of the Bone Yard.
JJ leads confidently, hand resting lightly on your lower back.
The night air is just slightly chiller then normal, but the heat between you stays thick.
JJ leads you to a old rusty van,i parked just out of sight.
JJ opens the sliding door and motions for you to get in.
The van smells faintly of leather and sea salt.
JJ leans against the doorframe, watching you settle in.
You smile, heart pounding with anticipation.
JJ steps inside, closing the door behind him.
The small space feels cozy and private.
JJ moves close again, fingers brushing your cheek.
You're eyes lock, breath shallow.
JJ tilts your chin up, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss.
You melt into it, he as he slips histongue into your mouth. He tasted faintly like beer and mint.
As the kissed continued and hands started to roam, his hands warm, rough, but soft at the same time, went from the back of your neck to the small of your back to the hem of your shirt.
He pulled back just far enough to pull your shirt off and you helped his hand reached behind you to find your bra clip.
Before he undid it he checked in looking you in the eye "you sure"?
You nod.
"Words" he said shaking his head.
"Yes" you said breathlessly from the lobg kiss and your anticipation.
Just as you said the word like magic he unclipped it, with one hand the straps fell down your shoulders, you take your arms out of them.
Nipples almost instantly hard from the cold night air, even in the van.
He groans amd kisses your collar bone whispering in between kisses fuck ... your .... perfect.
He kisses back up to your neck.
You find the hem of his shirt pull it up slightly, he pulls back and takes it off.
it gets thrown somewhere on the van floor as he leans back in to kiss you.
His hands traces your figure.
All the way until he reaches your jean shorts, his fingers find the button he pulls back, undoes them.
He leans down to take the right boob in his mouth, sucking and kissing, hot breath on your chest.
While the other hand messaging your left, fingers pinching and rolling your nipple. Making you moan and whimper. You could feel him getting harder by the minute, so you reach down to palm him through his pants.
He groans pulls back just enough to take his pants off, you mirrored his action.
Now a pile of clothes on the ground.
He leans in again kissing you, as his hand trail down to your soaking wet heat, to open you up with his fingers.
He gently slid one in easily.
Then two.
he moved them in the spongy spot, making you cry out.
"So wet for me"? He taunted a bit fingers moving a little faster.
He adds preasure on your clit, making you almost cum on the spot.
"Fuck fuck fuck! JJ! Fuck"! You moan, legs shaking from how close you are.
He stops pulling his fingers out.
Moving his hand, to stoking his long thick length. Rubbing his tip through your folds.
"Shit" he groans "so fuckin' wet".
His cock catches on your hole, he pushes in slowly little by little, hissing threw his clench jaw.
"Shit JJ" you moan out, due to the sweet burn of the stretch.
When he finally bottomed out, he said "tell me when"
Staying still, letting you relax get used to him.
Ok you say breathless "I'm ready"
He nods and slowly starts to move, you lift your leg onto his shoulder making him go impossibly deeper, he slowly picks up his pace and sets a rythme.
All that can be heard in the van, is the slaping of skin, your moans, every so often the twinkie would squeak.
Your eyes roll back from the intense pleasure.
Shiiiiit you say clenching JJ so hard, desperately feeling for anything to grab.
You eventually find JJ wrist, that was holding him up so he wouldn't crush you. your other hand reached up over your head and found the seat crack.
Fuck JJ groaned "You gonna cum? Your clenching so hard I'm gonna lose control" a moment later he continued "come onbaby cum for me be a good girl and let go"
The hand you werent holding, went to rub your clit in figure eights.
Your legs started shaking, your vision went black, you saw stars, JJ sped up as you came hard on his cock
"Fuck I'm cummin" " is all you got to say before you were moaning and couldnt form words.
JJ started chasing his high, as your yes rolled back again, with overwhelming pleasure.
Before you knew it his cum spilled inside you.
All you heard was his groan and felt his speed slowly slowing down.
You look up at him and he said "You with me?"
You nodded and he slowly and carefully pulled out.
Stood up to grab a napkin from the glove box, cleaned you up he got dressed, helped you get dressed as he was helping you put on your bra you said "thank you that was amazing"
Then all a sudden there was a knock on the door
Hey man, John b said You good in there
JJ signaled to you to be quite.
Yup all good he replied just grabbing some weed be out in 5?
💕💕💕💕💕💕The End💕💕💕💕💕💕
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Huge shoutout to the queen @swacred for inspiring this spicy little masterpiece—you’re the best, babe! Love you all endlessly, and I can’t wait to hear what you think. 🫶
