SHUT UP!! This Was So Cute😭

heyy can i have a sub rafe and reader is fucking him non stop that he cried and u can add anything afterthat :))

Warnings: sub/dom, overstimulation, crying kink, bondage, breeding, degradation, mommy kink, probably more.

“What’s wrong? Does it hurt? Are you too dumb to speak, Rafey? My pussy too good for you?” I keep my hands planted on his chest as I bounce of his massive cock. Who knew Rafe Cameron was a total sub? Big bad cokehead outside the bedroom but inside, he loved to be used and tied up. Degraded and humiliated. Slapped around. Pegged. The guy had serious mommy issues too. He was perfect.

“You’re lucky you’re pretty and have such a nice cock. My pussy making you dumb? You pussy whipped for mommy?” I speed up as I feel him cumming again, moaning behind his ball gag as tears fall freely from his big blue eyes.

“You’re such a good fuck, Rafey. Nothing but a stupid fuck toy for me to use however I want. You’re nothing but a dick for me to ride until your cum runs down my legs.” I take in his red rimmed eyes, face covered in sweat and tears as he whimpers incoherently. Such a pretty mess. And all mine.

I pry the ball gag from his mouth and he sucks in a deep breath, his bottom lip quivering as I keep riding him.

“Look at my sweet boy, so dazed and confused.” I slap his cheek lightly as his eyes start to roll back as he cums again, pathetic little whines leaving his lips as his body trembles.

“M-mommy, please. It’s too much. It hurts.” Rafe cries, pulling against his restraints.

“But you’re still so hard inside me, Rafey.” I lean in and press my lips to his. He kisses me back urgently, nipping at my lips like he can’t get enough.

“You know your safe words. Use them if you need them.” I whisper but he shakes his head, desperate to prove he can take me. I smirk as I sit back up, rolling my hips back and forth. I could feel his cum leaking out of me and down onto the bed. Leaving a nice big wet spot.

“Silly boy. You’re not going to walk right for a week.”

jj has like a 6th sense for when you want him to eat you out because you get all squirmy and keep sliding his hands up your skirt when your kissing him

and like he knows, but he’s not doing shit unless you ask 🙄 why? because he thinks it’s funny.

you slide his hands up your skirt for what feels like the 10th time in five minutes, sighing against his lips with a frustrated whine when they slide right back down and clasp behind your knees where you’re straddling him.

“that a happy noise or a sad one?” he asks, playing dumb. you pull away from him, watery eyes staring at him pointedly as you try and push his hands up your skirt where you needed him — only for him to fight his hand out, coming up to clasp both of your cheeks instead.

“jayj, you know…” you whimper, and he squishes your cheeks.

“i’m,” he kisses your lips. “not. doing. shit. ‘til. you. use. your. words.” each word is punctuated by a kiss and you groan, gyrating on his lap with the hopes to convince him.

“jayj please…”

“jayj please what?”

“please eat me out.” you quietly request after a pause and he grins, grabbing you by the hips and flipping you round completely so you’re on your back on the couch, making you yelp in surprise.

“there y’are. now was that so hard?” he hooks his fingers into your panties beneath your skirt, starting to drag them downwards as he slides further down your body where you recline.

He's Mine part 2

Summary: Bianca tries to get closer to JJ, but you're the only girl on his mind

Warnings: Bianca being weird, kissing, flirting, slight smut but not really, JJ is still very much obsessed with you

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"She did what?!" Kie yelled out of disbelief. You're all at the chateau now. You and JJ came a bit later when the sun was already setting. He did say he would take you home right after school.

"It was so awkward! She could not read the room!" You told the group.

"I would have to bleach my eyes if I saw you two make out" John B fake gags. "Ugh even the image of that is-" he acts like he's about to throw up. JJ grabs a pillow from the couch and throws it right at his friend's head.

"Shut the fuck up Bree!" JJ laughs when John B's hat flew off his head from the pillow.

"I do find it weird that she went to bother you guys after we told her you wanted privacy," Pope states. This caused you to furrow your eyebrows, "wait what?"

"Yeah," Pope starts, "she asked where JJ was and when we told her you two usually go to the tree to spend alone time-"

"fucking" John B fake coughs. JJ throws another pillow at him but he catches it this time.

"-we turned back to her and she was gone. I thought she went to the bathroom or something, not sneaking up on you two exchanging saliva." Pope also grimaces at the possible sight of what you two do behind the tree.

"So you're the reason why she interrupted us!" JJ points to Pope, getting up from his spot and marching over to him on the chair.

"Technically it was Kie!" Pope puts his hands up in surrender and points to Kie who's right next to him.

"I didn't think she would actually go to you! I mean who the fuck would want to go talk to someone who clearly wants to be alone? Especially with their girlfriend," Kie defends herself, pushing away JJ who tries to ruffle her hair.

"Because she likes JJ! Just like I said!" You said, annoyed that they haven't seen the clues from Saturday.

"I do kinda see it actually," Pope backs you up and you give him a relieved smile, happy that someone finally believes you.

"Something's off with her. I want you to stay away from her JJ." You were never one to tell him what to do, although he would do anything you asked, but that girl really made you uncomfortable. She knew you were with JJ and still went to talk to him.

JJ sits back down next to you and throws his arm over your shoulder. "And I will love...after I help catch her up in class," he groans, throwing his head back against the couch. He's dreading the thought of having to spend time alone with any girl that isn't you, Kie, or Sarah. Mostly you though.

"Wait, she asked you, JJ, always sleeping in class, Maybank, to help catch her up in class?" Pope asks.

"Yeah," JJ sighs, running a hand over his face. "But who knows, maybe I could get extra credit out of this bullshit idea." He tried to find a positive outcome for this, knowing he would be miserable.

"God knows you need it," Pope mutters. JJ was too lazy to throw a pillow at his friend so he just flipped him off.

-

After class the next day, Bianca walked up to JJ's seat. He managed to snag a seat across the room from her, much to his relief.

"Hey JJ, do you think you could come over to my place and help catch me up later today?" She bats her eyelashes with a sweet smile. She was really trying to sell that sweet girl act to him. Too bad for her, JJ prefers spice.

"Actually, no. I have a date with Y/n." It wasn't an official date, more like hanging out as usual. He figured if he told her it was a date, it'd be a better excuse.

“Well, what about tomorrow?”

“I have work. We can go to the library during lunch today.” JJ figured it was best to get this over with as soon as possible. He had no interest in spending time with this girl outside of school.

Her smile drops, "oh, okay. Lunch it is then"

You sat at the table with the rest of the pogues. Your frown deepened as you rested your cheek on your fist. You missed JJ so much. You hated not seeing him during lunch, not kissing his perfect lips, or hearing his stupid jokes.

You tried not to groan when you read his text that he'd be in the library to help Bianca. You supposed it was better since the two of you could spend more time together after school. You assumed that having them in the library, around all the other students, would mean Bianca wouldn't make a move. You were wrong.

"So, where are you taking Y/n for your date?" Bianca asks JJ while he takes the only notebook he has out.

"We're going to the Wreck. It's this seafood place that a lot of tourons usually go to," JJ tells her. He's not interested in making small talk. He just wants to get this over with and meet back up with you.

"That doesn't really sound like a romantic place for a date." Bianca tries her best to hide her disgust, although she thinks that sounds like a place you deserve for a date.

"Yeah well, it's our favorite place to eat. Plus Kie's parents own the place so we like to support them," JJ shuts her down, "anyway do you need my help or not? Cuz I wanna eat." Bianca nods and opens her notebook.

JJ was attempting to explain something about chemical reactions. He had no clue what was written down to be honest. "You're so smart JJ," Bianca places her hand on his on the table which he quickly slides out.

"I'm literally just showing you my notes," he replies in a flat tone. By "his" notes, he actually means the notes he copied from another student because he fell asleep.

"I still think you're smart," she touched his bare arm this time and JJ jolted up from his seat. Feeling another girl's touch made his skin burn, and not in a good way. He needed to get back to you now!

"You know what? I don't think this is gonna work. Sorry but you'll have to ask someone else to help you." He doesn't give her the chance to say anything before he bolts out of the library and straight to you. It was like a breath of fresh air when he stepped outside and saw you. Boy were you a sight for sore eyes. One look at you and he already felt the burn on his arm begin to cool.

"I'm never fucking taking notes ever again! I'd rather fail the class than go through that again," he groaned when he reached the table. He plops down next to you and immediately turns your body so he could hug you from behind, then kisses your head. You rub his arms around you, a comforting action you do to calm him.

"What happened?" Pope asks from the other side of the table. JJ takes a chip you offer him before speaking. "She kept complimenting me in a flirty tone and- and touching me!"

"She did what?!" You turn your head to look at your boyfriend, anger written all over your face.

"She touched my hand and my arm," he gestured to spot she touched as if there would be a mark.

"So what did you do?" John B asks.

"I got the hell out of there! If I stayed any longer, I was scared she would touch my thigh or worse, my hair!" Everyone in the group knew not to touch JJ's hair, that was reserved for your touch and your touch only. You have a certain spark that makes him instantly relax when you comb your fingers through his hair.

Immediately, you reach behind you and start massaging his head. He sighs and hugs you harder, nuzzling his face into your neck. "Mmm right there baby," he mutters against your neck. You lightly giggle from the vibrations of his voice. You took pride in the fact that your simple touch can instantly have JJ melting. Bianca can't take that power away from you, even if she tried.

-

After school, JJ had to talk to Mr. Anderson first before your date.

“Hey Mr. Anderson, I just wanted to let you know that I won’t be able to help Bianca anymore. She’s gonna have to ask someone else.” JJ figured he would just walk in, say that, and leave, but that was until Mr. Anderson spoke up.

“What are you talking about JJ?” Mr. Anderson looks at JJ with a confused look on his face, JJ’s expression soon matches his.

“Bianca Watson? She said that you told her to ask a student to catch her up.” JJ felt a nervous pit in his stomach. Something wasn’t right.

“That’s strange. I offered to help her or find her a tutor but she said she already learned everything at her old school.” JJ felt his blood run cold, Bianca lied to get closer to him. All JJ could respond with was, “oh okay.” He gave Mr. Anderson a stiff nod and walked out to meet you. 

When he walked out, you were leaning on the hood of your car. His heart squeezed when your face lit up once you saw him. “Hi handsome, how was it?” You immediately wrap your arms around him in a tight embrace, he happily hugs you back.

He wanted to tell you what he found out straight away but he couldn’t. The way your face lit up when you saw him, you’re so happy. He didn’t want to ruin your mood by talking about another girl. 

So he kept his mouth shut and smiled, "It went fine, quick and easy. Are you ready for our date?" He begins kissing your neck, smiling when he feels your breath hitch. He's not the only one that melts under a simple touch. "Mhm so excited," you reply.

Yeah so you never made it to the Wreck.

You took JJ back to your place because you wanted to shower first. However, as soon as you entered your room, JJ began getting too needy for you. "Just one kiss baby. Just one," he whined, reaching for your hips.

One kiss ultimately led to a make out. Which led to clothes being thrown on the floor. And now you're both tangled up in your sheets. "How about we just order takeout huh? I don't wanna leave anymore," JJ mutters against your neck, leaving a trail of kisses along your jaw.

"Sounds like a plan. Now excuse me, I still want to take a shower." You try to move JJ but he doesn't budge, he just puts more of his body weight on top of you.

"We will shower...after round 3," he winks down at you with a cheeky grin.

"You have quite the sex addiction. Has anyone ever told you that?" You laugh.

"How can I not when I have this whole lot of hotness as a girlfriend?" He runs his hands all over your body, stopping at your tits to give them a squeeze.

"One more round and then we shower and order take out. I'm getting hungry," you scold him.

"I'm getting hungry too, this exercise is working up quite the appetite." He begins moving down your body and disappears under the blanket. In just a few seconds he turns you into a moaning mess.

After showering(and a round 4 in the shower), Kie came over to drop off the food. "I saw Bianca at work earlier. She was acting weird, like she was looking for someone. Do you think she made some new friends?" JJ stiffens when he hears Bianca’s name. He still hasn’t told you what Mr. Anderson said. First of all, you were both preoccupied and it slipped his mind. Second of all, you were having such a good day and he didn’t want to ruin it. So, he stayed silent once again.

"Pfft who cares? As long as she leaves us alone," you tell her as you take the food. You try to give Kie the money but she refuses, "Nope. I already told you no paying" she pushes your hand away but you insist.

"Kie take the money-"

"Nope! Gotta get back to work! Byeeeee", she says as she runs back to her car.

"Kie!" Before you know it, she's already driving away.

"Oh well, free food," JJ smiles widely and happily starts digging in. All thoughts of Bianca are out the window. The only thoughts in his head are you and the delicious burger he’s about to devour.

-

After JJ’s shift the next day, he’s on his way back to the Cut when his bike breaks down. "No no no!" JJ frantically yells out. Next thing he knows, he's stuck on the road in Figure Eight.

He's too far to go to your place. Tanny Hill is only a few blocks away, he could probably ask Sarah to give him a ride to the Chateau. JJ groans, moving his bike to hide it behind a tree and starts walking to Tanny Hill.

During the walk, JJ's mind starts racing. That bike was expensive, he won’t get paid until two weeks from now. And it'll most likely cost way more than his paycheck to get it fixed. It's his only transport to work and knowing him, he won't want to ask anyone for a ride because he doesn't want to be a burden.

He can't tell you because you'll insist on paying and he doesn't want you spending money on him. JJ groans and takes his hat off to squeeze at his hair. How is he going to get the money?

"Excuse me? Young man?" JJ looks up and sees an older man at his white picket fence. "Hi, do you have a moment? I just have a question."

JJ nods and walks over to the man, "what's up?"

"I don't want to sound like a snob but do you mind mowing our lawn? We're having guests over this weekend and I would do it myself but my family and I are very busy so we don't often have the time." JJ thinks about it for a moment. The man speaks up again, "I'll pay you of course! How does 1k sound?"

1k seems about the perfect amount to fix his bike. If he does this, he can get his bike fixed without having to worry about the money.

With that, he says "yeah I can do it. Is tomorrow okay?"

"Yes, that's perfect! Thank you!" The man shakes JJ's hand and makes his way back into the house. JJ walks next door to Sarah's house. Thankfully, Sarah is able to take JJ back to pick up his bike on the road and drive him to the Chateau.

-

When JJ returns to the man's house the next day, the lawn mower is already out. He sees a note that says his daughter is home and he and his wife are at work. The cash is in an envelope on the kitchen counter.

Just before JJ can start the lawn mower, he hears someone speak.

"JJ?" He turns and sees the light blonde kook girl.

'Oh fuck'

This is Bianca's house

try on

words: 1.7k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, male receiving oral, public, blowjob, car head (but hes not driving)

“what the fuck is this flimsy shit?” rafes fingers feel the material of the changing room curtain after he hung the clothes up that you've been piling up in his arms while you flitted around the store.

“i know, i wish they had a door.” you say with a roll of your eye. you set your bag and phone down on the stool before turning to rafe. “thanks baby, you can sit down.” you gesture towards the couches in the fitting rooms, already a couple other boyfriends lounging around.

“alright…” rafe eyes the curtain wearily before cupping your jaw, pressing a quick kiss to your lips.

when he sits down, rafe makes sure to plop down on a cushion that allows him an easy line of sight to your changing room. you are blissfully unaware of rafes displeasure as you changing into the first dress, finding it a little too tight but still deciding to step out and show rafe.

“what do you think?” you walk between the couches, not noticing the eyes of the other men also looking at you. you assume since rafe would never even glance at another girl that the other boyfriends would give you anything more than a quick look.

you twirl around so rafe can see the back of the dress. “i think it's a little too tight around my ass, do you like it though?”

“shit, baby.” rafe groans, standing up and frowning at the men who quickly look away as he puts his hands on your hips, pushing you back towards your changing room.

“what is it rafe?” you whine, almost tripping over as he moves you back into the small room.

“they were all staring at you baby!” he grunts out.

“okay?” you cross your arms, pushing your chest up even more in the low cut dress, almost breaking rafes attention. “why do you care anyone else looks at me? you know im yours.”

“because, men are fucking creeps.” rafe says. “and you look really fucking hot in this dress, but yeah it's too tight.”

“okay.” you nod, rubbing your hands over rafes shoulders. “let me try on my next dress, yeah?” hoping your soft tone calms him down.

“fine.” rafe huffs, accepting your kiss as you wrap your arms around his shoulders, pressing your body against his as rafes hand moves down from your waist to grip your bum.

“be out in a minute.” you step away, smirking at rafe as you pull the curtain closed. rafe cautiously takes his seat again, eyeing the men who suddenly all have their eyes casted down.

rafe glares as one of the guys stands up to head back into the main section of the store, and rafe swears that he tries to peak past the edge of your curtain, his head turning just enough when passing your dressing room that rafe shoots to his feet.

“rafey, is that you baby?” you call when a shadow darkens your curtain, hands coming to hold either edge to the wall, keeping it taut.

“it’s okay, just change.” rafe grunts.

“i’m in my next dress, do you wanna see?” you call.

rafe tugs the curtain open just enough for him to step inside. “i love it. we’re getting it.” rafe says, taking the clothes that you haven’t tried on yet off the hook, hanging them over his arm. “we’re getting all of them.” “but i haven’t tried them on yet.” you pout.

“you can give me a personal try on fashion show at home baby, lets just go.” rafe leans to pick up the clothes you came in in off the seat, pressing them into your hands.

“okay, okay.” you sigh, taking the dress off under rafes watchful eye before redressing, adding the dress to the heap of clothing in his arms. “whats got you so worked up?”

“just wanna get home.” rafe says, tired of being on guard, needing to just be at peace with you in his arms, no other man around.

“okay, baby.” you coo, wrapping your arm around rafes bicep as he carries the clothes out of the changing area and towards the register.

rafe doesn’t make a big deal of paying, he never does, loving to spoil you, especially when most of the clothes you buy you wear for him.

he takes the bags of clothing before you can even reach for them, his hand coming to the small of your back as he leads you out of the shopping mall, towards the parking lot.

“rafey, slow down.” you complain as he hustles through the car park. “my legs aren’t as long as yours.” “sorry, sorry.” rafe slows his pace, glad his truck is within sight. he helps you into the passenger seat once you get there before throwing the bags into the back seat, rounding the hood with eyes on constant alert still, unable to relax yet.

“thanks for shopping with me.” you say as rafe climbs in, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek, seeing his jaw unclench and shoulders drop a little. 

rafe turns his head to give you a proper kiss as his hands fumble with the keys before starting the car, giving you another peck before turning towards the road, backing out of the spot and navigating the large truck through the parking lot.

“pull over here.” you point to an empty lot, in front of a store that closed down a while ago.

“why?” rafe questions, a slight hint of annoyance in his voice, wanting to get you home alone as soon as possible.

“just do it.” you hum, a teasing smile on your face as you unbuckle and then lean over, pushing the folded down center console out of the way as you rub your hand over the front of rafes pants the second the car is shifted into park.

“baby-” rafe groans, his head falling back against the headrest.

“wanna thank you for buying those clothes for me.” you say, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as you undo his pants button before tugging the zipper down, pulling the two sides of his pants open to reveal his boxers.

you press your lips against the fabric of his underwear, feeling his cock thicken as you kiss along his length, the zipper pressing against your chin, but you ignore it in favor of pressing your tongue to wet the fabric even further.

“fuck, baby.” rafe groans, hands coming to his hips as he tugs his pants and underwear down, not caring that anyone could drive into the parking lot and see what is going on. his truck is tall enough with tinted windows that he isn't worried.

“mmm, so hard and big for me.” you coo, placing your hand on the base of his cock, giving it a few strokes as you watch in fascination as a big of precum leaks out of his tip.

you lean forward, tongue sneaking out as you lap over the head of his cock, tongue slithering over the slit.

rafes hand comes to the back of your head, pushing you down. you barely cover your teeth in time as your mouth opens, letting him push you down until your lips reach where your hand is wrapped around his length.

“good girl, that's it.” rafe purrs out, his voice deep and sultry as you suck, tongue rubbing along his cock as you begin to move your head, pulling off his cock slightly before pressing back down.

you moan around rafes length, loving how stretched your cheeks have to get, how deep down he reaches your throat as you bob your head, his hand still resting against your curls, providing a slight amount of pressure to encourage you to continue.

“wish those dicks in the store could see you. instead of staring at your ass they could stare at you sucking me.” rafes frustration is clear in his voice, and despite his dick in your mouth, you roll your eyes as you continue to move, knowing it's ridiculous that he cares so much when you only have eyes for rafe.

you pull off his dick with a plop, immediately beginning to stroke your hand. “no need to be jealous baby.” 

“im not jealous.” rafe grunts as your thumb swipes over the head of his cock. “just annoyed that they think they can look at what's mine.”

you go to respond when rafe pushes your head back down, other hand coming to hold you as well as he begins to thrust his hips up, your hand having to come to his thigh to stabilize yourself as he fucks your mouth, his hips moving up and down off the seat to plunge deep down your throat.

you are used to taking him, but not in his position as you gag slightly, but the noises just spur rafe on as he moves faster.

“such a nice warm mouth for me baby.” rafe says, panting as his arms continue to work you up and down. “such a tight throat.”

you swallow around his cock at the praise, tightening the walls of your throat even further around his dick as rafes hips thrust up.

“so close.” he warns, breath quickening as his cock pushes in and out of your mouth quickly before he lifts up, shoving your head as far down as he can, nose nuzzling into his skin as he cums, releasing deep down your throat as he moans.

you swallow obediently as rafe slumps back down. you pull off slowly, pressing gentle kisses along his length as he softens before sitting up, patting at your chin to fix your ruined makeup as rafe tucks himself back into his pants.

“thank you for taking me shopping rafey, can't wait to try all the new clothes on.” you coo, pressing a kiss to his cheek before sliding back over to your seat, doing your seat belt as if nothing happened.

“can't wait to fuck you in your new clothes when we get home.” rafe says, clearing his throat as he shakes his head, trying to get back in the right mindset to drive home.

“mhm, after i try everything on though.” you clarify.

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im obsessed jealous / possessive / overprotective ethan landry i just know he would fight for your honor if a guy disrespected you

"Slut!", Ethan Landry [ ONESHOT ]

— omggg possessive / overprotective ethan is so hot im ajndjdnd, thank you for this anon

(not edited as of rn)

overprotective / possessive ethan landry x fem reader

warnings ! — slut-shaming, misogyny, name calling (slut, whore etc.), reader is drunk and guys try to come onto her, doesn't follow scream 6 timeline (not the same frat party)

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all you wanted was a fun night out at this stupid frat party with your friends. you'd dolled yourself up all nice and pretty, wearing a little dress that complimented your figure and skin colour. you'd done your hair and makeup too, happy with how you looked.

ethan knew you were going to the party and he was hesitant on letting you go without him but he had an assignment to work on and he knew you'd be safe with your friends — he thought you'd be safe with your friends.

you were having fun — at first, anyway. you'd had a few drinks and were dancing with your friends before they'd left and stranded you there. you shrugged it off, too drunk to be so concerned about the issue and instead stumbled back into the kitchen where there was a group of boys from the college hockey team.

"hey," one of them greeted as you walked in and you nodded but tried to mind your business. a couple of the others wolf whistled and in your intoxicated state you grew flustered, continuing to poor another drink.

they left you alone for the most part, just whispering to one another as you swirled your drink in your hand and took small sips.

eventually, you grew bored and made your way towards the front door — oblivious to the same group of boys following you to the front. you stumbled down the front porch, holding the rail to stay steady as you carried yourself down the steps. you began to walk down the street, humming to yourself before one of the boys grabbed your shoulders and spun you around causing you to shriek.

they laughed and you felt your heart pounding in your chest.

"hey, why are ya walking home by yourself?" the tallest of them asked as he smiled at you. it wasn't a nice smile like that of your boyfriend's — it made you uncomfortable.

you swallowed, feeling bile rise up in your throat. you had a bad feeling about this. you panicked but figured there was an easy way out of this situation — but you needed to go on your phone without looking suspicious.

desperate times call for desperate measures so you pushed your pride to the side and flirted a little.

you batted your eyes up at the boy, speaking in the sweetest possible voice you could muster. "can i help you?" you asked.

he looked you up and down, chuckling as he licked his teeth. "yeah, how 'bout you come home with me, huh?"

your heartbeat quickened in your chest but you played along, hoping to gods your plan would work. "i'd love to... but i can't tonight," you feigned sadness and pouted a little. "could i have your number though?"

the boy clenched his jaw but laughed again with a nod, "sure. 'course you can, sweet thing."

you cringed at the petname but pulled your phone out. as he told you his number, you smiled sweetly and typed on your phone — instead of typing in his number though, you texted ethan your location with just the words 'help please'.

"thank you so much!" you told him as his friends whistled. he stepped a little closer and reached a hand up to touch your cheek.

you stepped back as a reflex, eyes widening. he furrowed his brows and stepped toward you again. "you sure you can't come with me? bet you've been around, huh? a slut like you would probably enjoy being passed around between us."

you felt sick to your stomach, not having any response. you clutched your phone and purse a little tighter, taking deep breaths.

"i'm sure, i have to get back home." you smiled at him but it didn't reach your eyes. although you said this, he just kept pushing.

"you filthy whore, probably going to hook up with someone else tonight. is that right, hon?"

your hands shook as you held your bag close and continued walking backwards slowly, you shook your head. "no, i'm not..." you mumbled.

you let out a yelp when you walked backwards into a solid chest, tears finally escaping your eyes in relief when you realised it was ethan. he pulled you back gently by your waist and stood in front of you.

"keep your hands to yourself, buddy," ethan sneered as he held one of your hands behind his back.

the boy who had come onto you scoffed and looked ethan up and down. "ethan landry, huh? d'you know your bitch was all dressed up and comin' on to me and the team tonight?"

ethan was livid. he knew you hadn't done any such thing — you wouldn't do any such thing and that was evident based on the message you'd sent him.

"what the fuck did you just call my girlfriend?" ethan questioned, his eyes squinted as he stepped towards the other boy.

"you heard me."

ethan clenched his jaw and ground his teeth together, his hand balling up into a fist. he was so ready to knock teeth out of this asshole's mouth — but he took a breath as you placed a gentle hand on his.

"eth.. i just wanna go home," you told him. your head was down and your body was shaking.

he nodded, taking one last glance at the team and flipping them off before he walked away with you. he held an arm around your waist and kissed your temple softly.

"you okay, baby?" he asked, his eyes glazing over with concern.

you leant in to hug him and inhaled his cologne, feeling much safer now that your boyfriend was with you.

"mhm, i am now."

PART 2 MAYBE?? this took so long for me to finish i'm so sorry 😭

disney zombies fandom where you at

no really where you at

please

I'M BEGGING YOU

pink sundress

dark!rafe x innocent!reader

based on: this ask!!!

cw: rough p in v sex , fingering, manipulation/coercion (DUBCON), slight sir kink (GOODBYE I HAD TO), degradation (rafe calls r a slut like twice), i think that’s it??

a/n: ok everyone please be nice bc this is my first time writing smut😭😭 i think it’s goooooood though and i’m excited to hear what y’all think! i actually worked really hard on this (like i deadass did research😭😭) and also got a bit carried away bc it’s 1.7k words but i’m very proud of it so i hope u all enjoy!!! anon bae i hope u love it and thank u so so much for ur request <3!!!!! and @sugarcoatedstarkey THANK YOOOUUU for helping me when i got stuck and for beta reading🥹💐💐💐<3

you swiped one more layer of chapstick on before turning your car off and hopping out. you walked through the front door of tannyhill, slipped your shoes off, and made your way up the stairs and into rafe’s bedroom. 

he met you at the door, opening it swiftly just as you were going to knock. 

“hey angel.” he pulled you into a hug and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, making you giggle.

“hey rafey.” you smiled as he stepped back to admire you. it was a particularly hot day in the outer banks, so you decided to wear the pink sundress rafe bought you recently. you loved the way it fit and how good it made your boobs look without a bra. 

by the way he was scanning over your body, almost hungrily, you could tell that rafe liked the dress, too. 

“do you like it?” you asked, gesturing to yourself with a smile. “it’s the one you just bought me.” 

“i-um-yeah.” rafe cleared his throat before he continued talking. “yeah baby, looks good on you.” 

a blush crept onto your cheeks as he pulled you in again, peppering kisses along your jaw and neck. 

his hands roamed all over your body as he kissed you. he slipped his hands under your dress and squeezed your hips harshly before moving up to cup your breasts. you gasped when you felt his rough hands on the soft skin. 

“rafe!” you tried to pull away, but he quickly moved his hands back to your hips and brought you closer to him. 

he walked you backwards to the bed and laid you down, his blue eyes growing dark as he towered over you. 

“come on, angel. you’ve been making me wait for months, and then you show up to my house, when its just us, wearing this?” rafe leans back, his eyes hungrily scanning over your body before leaning back in. you gulp at the feeling of his breath fanning your face. “and you think i’m just going to let you? that i’m not going to make you wish you’d worn something else?” 

“I…I…” you place both hands on his chest and try to push him off of you, but its no use. rafe is much stronger than you and his body is practically pinning you to the bed already. he laughs lowly and, before you know it, he’s got both of your wrists in one hand and raises them above your head. 

his grip is tightening and you’re squirming underneath him with tears slowly streaming down your face, but, again, he doesn’t budge. 

“hey, hey, stop.” rafe looks at you with furrowed eyebrows, like he can’t believe you’re actually fighting him-fighting this. “i do so much for you. i buy you anything you want. i take you on all these fancy dates and trips, and you can’t give me this one thing?” he drags his hand up your thigh, bunching your dress at your hip, before he speaks again. “don’t you want to make me happy? make me feel good?”

your mind raced as you thought about what he was saying- what he was asking of you. he did spoil you to no end, buying you whatever you wanted and letting you take his card when you went shopping with your friends. he did take you to the fanciest restaurants and he’d even taken you to his family’s house in the bahamas. he’d never asked for much in return, just for you to love and be loyal to him, and, of course, this. 

and, when you thought about it, was it really that much? after all he’s done for you, was it really too much for rafe to ask you to give yourself up to him? to let him be the one to take your virginity? 

you sniffled before answering him. “of course i do-”

“so give me this. show me how much you love me.” 

“i’m just…i’m scared, rafe, and i don’t know if i’m ready.” 

“nothing to be scared of, baby girl.” 

before you could object further, rafe was kissing you roughly and snatching your panties down your legs. 

his lips moved from your jaw to your neck, nipping harshly at the sensitive skin. 

while rafe’s mouth was busy peppering kisses up and down your body, his hands were hiking your dress up and over your head. he paused briefly once you were completely naked, his dark eyes raking over your bare figure 

he knelt inbetween your legs and hooked his arms around your thighs, snatching you towards him. before you could process what was happening, rafe buried his face in your already dripping cunt, his tongue devouring your clit like man starved. 

your back arched off the mattress as you gasped with pleasure. when you felt him insert a finger into you, your heels dug into his shoulders- the overwhelming feeling causing you to subconsciously move away from him. 

this only caused him to grab your hip with his free hand, dragging you back to him. 

“don’t fucking run from me.” he growled against your clit, the vibrations forcing a moan from your lips. 

“r-rafe, ‘s too much.” tears were streaming down your face as you spoke. 

he chuckled as he finally pulled his face away from your throbbing heat. 

“baby, we’re just getting started.” he returned to his position, his fingers and tongue making you dizzy. 

‘just getting started?’ you thought to yourself. if this was just getting started, you weren’t sure how you’d react to whatever else he had planned. your head was already spinning just from his fingers and mouth. 

“i’m-ah-’m…rafe!” you whined as the coil in your stomach strained tighter and tighter, waiting to be released. 

“yeah? you wanna cum?” he spoke, his raspy voice sending you into orbit. 

you nodded furiously. “yes! p-please!” 

rafe pulled his face away from you, his dark eyes staring directly into yours as he spoke. “hmm, i dunno, baby. you don’t really sound like you want to. why don’t you beg some more?” 

his fingers curled inside of you while he watched you, waiting to hear you beg for your release.

“please, rafe! i-i’m so close!” your back arched off the mattress again as his fingers worked their magic inside of you while he rubbed circles on your clit with his thumb and palmed himself through his shorts with his free hand. 

“come for me, princess. come on my fingers.” 

one more harsh rub on your clit and you came completely undone- your body jerking and your legs shaking as you came on rafe’s fingers. he fingered you through your orgasm, his dick growing painfully hard in his shorts at the way your walls squeezed his fingers. 

your mind was still racing when rafe stood up and placed his fingers in your open mouth while using his free hand to slide out of his shorts and boxers. he knelt in between your legs again and, without even giving you time to breathe, your legs were thrown over his shoulders and his hips slammed against yours as he rammed his dick inside you. 

you gasped at the sudden intrusion and your hands flew to his back, your freshly manicured nails searing into his skin as he thrusted into you. 

“fuck..” rafe threw his head back, groaning at the intense pleasure he was feeling between your pussy clenching around him and your almond shaped nails digging into his back. 

“this was what you wanted, huh? showing up in that tiny dress- practically begging me to fuck you like the slut you are.” 

“i…” you couldn’t find the answer he was looking for, as his pace had your mind all foggy, your vision blurry with tears. 

“answer me.” he grabbed your jaw roughly, forcing you to look at him as his hips rutted into yours- the sound of panting and skin slapping together filling his large bedroom. 

“yes! god, yes! y-yes sir!” your eyes rolled back in your head, too caught up to notice the way he twitched inside of you after calling him that. 

that, along with the way you were taking him so well and squeezing around him, your body telling him that you were close, was enough to give him the adrenaline boost he needed, picking up speed as he fucked you deeper into the mattress. 

“ra-fuck-” you breathed out. “rafe, i’m-”

“you wanna cum again, princess?” he asked, his fingers now digging into the soft skin on your hips as he held himself up. 

“mhm..” you moaned out. 

“come on then. be a good girl and ask me.” his eyes met yours, almost causing you to come undone immediately. his ocean blue eyes were now black and a thin sheen of sweat covered his skin, sticking his hair to his forehead. 

“rafe, please!” 

“yeah, come on, doll. make a mess all over my dick like the slut you are.”

and make a mess you did. your back arched off the bed, toes curling as you screwed your eyes shut. 

“uh uh, look at me. look at me while you’re cumming so you know it’s me whos making you feel this good. me, my dick, that’s ruining this tight pussy.”

you opened your eyes and held eye contact with rafe as he fucked you out of your high and into his. he let out a string of breathy “fuck”s and “Y/N”s as he released thick ropes of cum into you. once rafe finally rode out his orgasm, he pulled out of you and flopped onto the bed beside you, pulling you on top of him. 

your chests seemed to move in sync as the two of you struggled to catch your breath. you rested your head on your hands as you looked at rafe. he brushed your hair away from your forehead and planted a soft kiss to your lips. when he pulled away, he simply stared at you for a minute, causing you to giggle. 

“what?” you asked, tilting your head to the side. 

“gonna buy you that dress in every fucking color.”

pool party

words: 3.2k

warnings: 18+ only! smut, chubby!reader, fatphobia including internalized fatphobia

“i don’t know rafe, i really don’t want to go to this pool party.” you say, flopping down on the bed. you’re truly just not interested in it, not interested in being under the hot sun on a day like today, not interested in being surrounded by thin girls in bikinis, not interested in your boyfriend being the target of every one of those girls flirtation.

“come on baby, it’s for kelce and his girlfriend! it’s their anniversary.” rafe pleads with you.

“they’ve been together for like a month, is that really worthy of a whole celebration?” you ask. you hate kelces girlfriend, melissa. she’s always been mean to you, but never in front of rafe or kelce, and you don’t want to seem crazy by bringing it up to your boyfriend when shes so fake-sweet in front of him.

rafe sighs as he sits down on the bed. “i want to go and have a good time with you. please.”

that word has you melting, and the pout on rafes face, his bottom lip stuck out in a desperate but successful attempt to change your mind. “fine. because you’re so cute.” “you’re cuter.” rafe says, plastering a smile on his face as you head towards your closet. you rifle through your drawer of swimsuits. you certainly aren’t wearing any bikinis around these girls, so you opt for a one piece that has some frills around your stomach to hide any of your perceived imperfections.

you put it on as well as a loose dress over top of it, before sliding your sandals on. rafe is in just his swim shorts and a tank top, his muscled arms on display for you to ogle at.

“ready, babe?” rafe asks. you nod and let him lead you out to his truck. you already feel the nerves starting in your stomach. rafe never seemed to treat you any differently because of your size. he acts like your hips aren’t wide, like your thighs don’t always touch, like your arms arent double the size of most girls. all of his friends on the other hand tease you for it, not as much now that you’re dating rafe, but you still feel the eyes and notice the whispers.

you get to kelces house and all you want to do is hide inside, but rafe is so effervescent, greeting everyone and tugging you alongside with him, giving you kisses on the side of your head when you have a moment alone, showing you off.

“lets hop in, babe.” rafe says, pulling you to a table and taking his shirt and shoes off.

“i don’t really want to.” you say. “i’ll just watch you for a bit, yeah?”

rafe frowns, worried is something wrong, but he doesn’t want to push you, so he just nods and gives you a peck on the lips before running into the pool. you do genuinely enjoy watching him. it’s just the boys in the pool right now, and they come up with all sorts of games, which all devolve into wrestling. 

less than an hour later, rafe gets tired of being apart, leaving the boys to their games to rejoin you. he sits down next to you, but not before moving the chair as close as he possibly can to your own.

“hi baby.” rafe says, slightly out of breath from all the swimming at fun. he kisses your cheek before leaning back, laughing as he watches one of the guys jump out of the pool, swooping up a girl in his arms and jumping in with her, soaking her in her clothes.

“you better take that dress off and come in with me before i have to do that to you.” rafe says.

the thought of rafe picking you up, of others seeing the strain in his face as he has to really utilize his muscles, makes you cringe, worse than everyone seeing you in your swimsuit. you stand up and quickly shuck off the fabric before walking down the steps of the pool, hoping the water obscures your body somewhat.

rafe follows you back in the pool, concerned by how fast you got in. he can tell by your expression that something is wrong, you’ve always worn your emotions and anxiety on your face.

“baby, is something up?” rafe asks, tucking a strand of your behind your ear. he backs you into the corner of the pool so you’re as far as you can be with everyone around.

“i’m just… feeling insecure right now.” you admit. you’ve never talked about it with rafe, no matter how badly you want to ask. want to ask why he sees you the way he does, and not like everyone else does.

“insecure? baby you’re the most gorgeous woman here. do you not like your swimsuit, is that it?” rafe asks, not able to wrap his mind around you not liking your body.

“yeah, thats it.” you say, not wanting to ruin his day. “i just wish i would have chosen a different one.” “ahh.” rafe says with a nod and a pout. “i’m struggling right now because i like how much this one covers-” he traces a hand over your shoulder strap, “because i don’t want anyone looking at what only i get to look at, but at the same time, i very selfishly wish you wore something more revealing.” you let out a little chuckle, which is quickly swallowed by rafe as he kisses you, probably imagining you in something skimpy and revealing. 

“lets just try to have fun and when we get home we can toss this swimsuit knowing you don’t like it and i’ll take you shopping tomorrow for some new ones.” “okay.” you nod, trying to put the insecurity out of your mind as you have fun during the rest of the party with rafe. you really just ignore everyone but him, letting your sole focus be on your boyfriend rather than a girls perfectly flat stomach or from the stare some guy gives you.

“are you ready to go home?” rafe asks, hours later after the sun had set and darkness has taken over the sky.

“mhm. i’m tired.” you admit with a yawn. you only spent an hour or so in the pool before you were able to put your dress back on and the party shifted towards drinking and dancing. rafe had abstained from anything, knowing he’s driving you home and not willing to risk even a single drop of alcohol.

“okay, i’m just gonna say goodbye to kelce, then we can head out.” rafe kisses you gently, seeing the sleepiness in your eyes.

you watch rafe walk away blissfully, knowing you’re so far gone for your perfect boyfriend. you watch as he heads onto the patio to say goodbye, taking a step closer to hear whats going on.

“hey man, congrats again on making it to three months, can’t wait to see what a one year anniversary party looks like.” rafe laughs, slapping kelce on the back. you smile, while you and rafe were not the kind to throw a party for your anniversary, preferring the celebrations to stay between the two of you, it’s sweet that kelce and melissa have so many friends wanting to celebrate them being a couple.

“thanks rafe.” kelce says, clapping his back in response.

“oh and rafe!” melissa calls before he turns his back. “if you ever want to ditch that whale of a girlfriend, i have lots of hot single friends.”

you feel your skin go hot at her words. it’s reminiscent of so many things you’ve been called before. chubby, big, jiggly, whale.

“what did you just call my girlfriend?” you want to go out there and stop rafe before he explodes, but you can’t move, your feet are glued to the spot.

“oh, i mean just look at her.” melissa laughs, and you can hear a few other girls join in. “and look at you! someone like you should not be with a girl like her.” “baby stop-” you can hear kelce trying to interject.

“don’t EVER speak on my girlfriend again.” rafe yells. “you’re clearly jealous, and i would feel sorry for you if you weren’t such a nasty bi-”

“rafe!” you shout, finally finding your voice. rafe gives melissa one last glare, but as bad as he wants to chew her out, you’re his bigger concern right now.

“baby-” rafe says, going to take your face into his hands, but you step out of his hold, heading towards the door.

“i just want to go.” you say, and rafe is hot on your heel, feeling terrible that you heard anything she said.

“y/n-” rafe says as you get into his truck, but you just shake your head. “can you take me home?” rafe hates seeing you upset, his whole lifes purpose since he met you was to never see your pretty face sad. his hands grip the wheel and he takes every turn a little too fast, he’s just pissed right now that you’re upset.

“do you finally see it now?” you ask when he pulls to a stop in your driveway.

“see what?” rafe asks, wondering if melissa had been nasty to you before.

“that i’m too big for you. too chubby. i don’t get what spell you got put under to fall in love with me, but it doesn’t make sense, we don’t work.” 

rafe gets out of the truck without a word, slamming his door hard shut before coming around to your side. he opens it and before you can even move, he has you over his shoulder, marching up the stairs.

“rafe!” you yell as he takes the familiar walk to your bedroom.

“we don’t fucking work together?” rafe asks, setting you down onto your mattress. “we don’t fucking work together?” he repeats, throwing his shirt off. 

“rafe, i-” you want to clarify what you mean, but he doesn’t give you the chance as his lips connect to yours. he moans into your mouth as he grinds against your thighs, only disconnecting your lips to tear your dress off over your head.

he pulls away for a minute to work at getting your swimsuit off. while it dried while you were at kelces party, it’s still tight on your body. you always feel insecure when you’re with rafe, and you hate that feeling, but this is the worst it’s ever been after being reminded by melissa and the girls at the party.

“you’re fucking beautiful. the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen.” rafe looks down at your naked body, his cock clearly swelling in his swim shorts. “you’re so gorgeous, i don’t want a single bad thought about yourself in your head.”

rafe stands up to take his shorts off, his cock springing free. “come here.” he demands, reaching a hand down for you. you don’t want to accept, you just want him between your legs, but you comply, letting him pull you up off the bed and into the bathroom. he positions you so you’re in front of the mirror. your eyes immediately diverge, not wanting to witness yourself under the bright white lights in the nude.

“no, baby.” rafe says, coming to stand behind you. “look at your face for me.” 

you feel tears well up in your eyes, but you do it for rafe. you meet your own gaze in the mirror as rafe begins to speak. “i love those eyes, those eyes that see every part of me. i love the curve of your nose. i love kissing your soft lips, i love how they always taste like strawberries. i love your cheeks, i hope our kids have your cute cheeks.” 

rafe pauses to take your jaw in his hand, moving your head up so he can bend over your body with his vast height and press a kiss against your lips.

“i love your hair.” he turns your face back to the mirror. “i love wrapping my hand around it when i’m fucking you. i love the way it falls in your face when you’re reading one of your novels.”

rafe kisses along your neck, hands coming to your waist. you briefly close your eyes but a sudden bite to your neck has you snapping them open, continuing to look where rafe speaks about. “i love your hands, i love holding them between mine. i love your arms when you wrap them around me.”

“i love your tits.” rafe moves his hands from your waist to your boobs, cupping one in each palm. “i love the way no bra seems to contain them. i love the way your nipples show through one of my tshirts when you put it on in the morning.” rafes thumbs rub over your nipples until they turn into stiff peaks. “i love the way they feel in my mouth, i love that someday you will feed our baby with them.”

rafe drops his hands to your stomach, and you want so badly to push them away, to not let him so unabashedly feel your least favorite part of yourself. “and i fucking love your tummy. not only is it cute and sexy, but it’s giving me more of you to love. it’s letting me know that you’re keeping yourself healthy and not starving yourself. i love your tummy because one day it’s going to hold our child safe. i never-” rafe pauses to look you in the eye- “want you to feel insecure about your tummy, okay?”

“rafe-” you sob out, letting the tears fall free.

“let it out if you need to, my love. let out every bad thought you have about your body and replace it with my good ones until you have your own good ones. i love every inch of you. everything you see as an imperfection, i see as beautiful.”

you know better than to doubt his words, he’s candidly telling you the truth, what you look like in his eyes.

“can i keep going?” rafe asks in a minute once you calm down. you let out a nod as his hands move to your hips.

“i love these hips. i love putting my hands on them, holding you there. i love these thighs,” his hands move forward, making your breath hitch, “i love the way these thighs protect that special part of you.” he keeps a hand on your thigh while the other dives between, finding your wetness.

his finger circles your clit as you brace yourself with both hands against the counter top. “i love the way i touch one small part of you and it has your knees weakening. i love taking my tongue to your pretty pussy and tasting every drop you have to offer me.”

rafe presses his cock against your ass, unashamedly rubbing it as his hand drops lower, pressing his finger inside your entrance. “i love the way your pussy welcomes me inside because it knows we were made for each other.”

rafe adds a second finger quickly, a slightly painful stretching sensation taking over only for a moment before it becomes pleasurable again.

“i love the way your ass moves when i thrust my cock against it.” he gives an example with a particularly hard rub against your backside. “i love everything about you, baby.” his fingers speed up as he brings his other hand to rub your clit.

“and i hate that you didn’t see it. but you see it now, right? you see that you’re beautiful?” rafe asks, and when you don’t respond his fingers suddenly stop moving, making you cry out.

“say it.” rafe says, catching your eyes in the mirror. “look at yourself in the mirror and say it.”

“i’m beautiful.” you whisper, eyes shining as you for once believe it. if a man like rafe cameron can fall so deeply in love with you, can hold all these truths, for once you can believe them as well.

“louder.” rafe says, his hands regaining speed suddenly.

“i’m beautiful.” you say again, letting your full tears drop onto the counter as your clit pulses under rafes attention. “i’m beautiful!” you shout, and with that declaration, rafe bends you further over the sink, exposing your pussy to him as he slides his cock in between your folds, only removing his fingers for a short second before his cock is deep inside of you.

“you feel that baby?” rafe asks, picking up the same rhythm his fingers were thrusting to. “you say we don’t work? well baby, we fit perfectly together.” 

one hand grips your hip to help him thrust in and out as the other continues to rub at your clit, and you know you’re not going to last much longer, not after all the attention.

“my cock is meant to be inside this pussy. our hearts are meant to be together. we’re it, baby. the perfect match.”

you nod along to rafes words, agreeing in your loud moans. you know he’s right, that you were meant for each other from the way his cock hits that sweet spot inside of you with every single hard thrust.

“my beautiful baby.” rafe praises you. you meet his eyes in the mirror, meet the look of pride and pleasure mixing together on his face.

“thank you.” you mumble out. rafe seems to understand what you’re thanking him for as his thrusts increase in depth and speed, needing to feel that sweet release so he can hold you against him, kiss your face, make you feel loved in every way he can.

rafe rubs your clit faster, hoping you’re as close as he is as his cock begins to pulse inside of you. rafe forces himself to keep his eyes open as he cums, wanting to see the way your jaw is dropped open, the way your boobs sway with every thrust, the way your ass ripples every time he presses his hips into you.

rafe cums with a loud moan, and you have no choice but to follow, feeling that ultimate connection as his orgasm brings your own as you shudder, feeling his fingers continue to rub your clit through your orgasm even as his hips thrust impossibly deep inside to finish as far inside of you as he possibly can.

rafes fingers eventually slow as your heart rate also returns to normal. you push your hair out of your face and rafe gives you a toothy grin in the mirror before he slowly pulls out, admiring the way his cum drips onto the matching white bathroom floor. you know you’ll have to clean it later but right now all you want to do is lie down and rest your tired legs.

“come on baby, i got you.” rafe says, picking you up bridal style and carrying you back into the bedroom, setting you down on top of the comforter. you feel yourself blush as he shows no strain at all in lifting you. “you really are the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen.” rafe says, laying down next to you. “i just want you to see it too.”

“i do.” you tell rafe, resting your head against his chest. “i really do, thanks to you.”

The Sheriffs Daughter

Warnings: coercion, begging, car sex

I swallow the lump in my throat as I try and fail to keep my eyes off her long, smooth legs. Legs that would look fantastic wrapped around my waist. Legs that I would do anything to be between.

I can’t stop myself from letting my gaze slowly creep up her thick thighs where the hem of her tiny black sundress rests. I wanted to know what was under there. I wanted to feel it and taste it.

But I couldn’t. I was already on probation and Shoupe would murder me for touching his daughter. The daughter I just so happened to rescue from a party that her dad busted.

I start to look away when her fingers find the edge of her dress and slowly pull it higher until the triangle of pink panties is visible. My heart nearly bursts in my chest as she widens her legs, angling her body towards me so I have a perfect view.

“What’s wrong, JJ?” She asks, that seductive voice going straight to my dick. I can’t look away even though I should.

“I.. uh.. we should..” I can’t think let alone speak but she doesn’t hesitate before climbing across the console and onto my lap. My eyes widen as she plants her feet next to my thighs and buries her face in my neck as her arms wrap around me. I could feel the heat of her pussy pressed against my crotch as my hands automatically grip her hips. This couldn’t be happening.

“Y/N..” I croak just as she starts to rock her pelvis back and forth. Oh god.

“This is nice, right? Just two friends comforting each other.” She murmurs sweetly in my ear. She hums as she keeps grinding against my cock through my shorts.

“Friends.” I echo, her warmth getting to my head. I could feel the mess she was making. She was going to get me killed. Her dad would kill me. He’d know plenty of ways to do it and get away with it. He already hates me.

“Do you wanna fuck me, J? Sink your big cock in my wet pussy?” She purrs against my neck, her lips finding that sweet spot a moment later. My body tensed, my cock aching to be free.

“Y/N, we should stop.” I force the words out despite my body’s protests but she ignores me, reaching between us to pop the button on my shorts. Her dress shifts and my hand finds her bare hip, my fingers brushing the tiny bit of elastic of her thong. I could just slip it to the side and..

“I wanna feel you inside me, JJ. No one has to know.” She taunts, the sound of my zipper echoing in the car as she lowers it.

“Your dad..” My words are cut off on a groan as she slips her hand inside my boxers and strokes my throbbing cock. Her hand warm and soft around my length as she pulls and twists like a trained goddess. I was delirious.

“Will you make me cum, JayJ? Pound my greedy pussy until I can’t take it anymore?” She takes my hand and wedges my fingers between her thighs, forcing me to feel her soaked little thong. “That’s all for you, J.”

I swallow, humming in the back of my throat as I try to clear the haze in my head but I can’t. My body was practically buzzing, demanding I give her everything she wanted and more.

She tightens her fist as she strokes me, rocking her pussy against my hand. Like she’ll take her orgasm whether I give it to her or not. She moans softly, her eyes falling closed as she moves. I can’t stop myself from bringing my thumb to her swollen clit and she gasps.

“Fuck me, JJ. I want to feel you inside me. I need you.” She begs. I feel her thumb swipe over my leaking tip then she brings that thumb to her mouth, sucking it clean. I hiss through my teeth, the last of my restraint dissolving.

I lunge forward and smash my lips to hers, her arms immediately wrapping around my neck. I kiss her the way girls crave to be kissed while cupping her tit with one hand and palming her ass with the other. She grinds harder on my cock, whimpering into my mouth as we become a clash of tongue and teeth. Our heavy breathing and pants quickly fog the windows while sweat rolls down my back.

“Please.” She whimpers, quickly freeing me from my shorts and letting the cool air hit the precum running down my cock.

“Keep begging.” I rasp, yanking a condom from my pocket and watching as she quickly rolls it down.

“Please. Please. Please. Give it to me. I won’t tell.” She pleads, lifting up as I line myself up with her waiting entrance.

“You better not.” I growl, grabbing her hips and yanking her down, savoring the way she sobs from being utterly filled by me and the tight heat of her forbidden pussy washes over me.

She asked for this.

He's Mine

Summary: New girl moves to the obx and thinks she can steal JJ from you. Little does she know that JJ is absolutely obsessed with you.

Warnings: New girl being a fake bitch, JJ is obsessed with you, unwanted flirting, fluff, heavy make out, dirty talk, all characters are 18

A/n: This is my first mini series! I didn't want to make this super long so I decided to cut it into parts.

Series Masterlist

"You're so hot. Have I told you that today?" JJ asks, as he parks the car, looking over at you.

"Yes J. That's like the fifth time you've said it during the drive over here," you giggle. He gets out of the car and rushes to your side to open your door.

"I just gotta make sure my girl knows her worth." He smacks your butt with a cheeky grin before connecting your hands. You begin to walk up the porch steps of the chateau, still hand in hand.

"Sup Bree. Where's everyone else?" JJ greets his friend who is on the couch on the porch.

"They're coming later. Kie had to work at the Wreck, Pope had to drop off groceries for Heyward, and Sarah's on her way," John B replies. You both nod in acknowledgement.

"Well, I'm getting a beer," he gestures inside, "you want one baby?" he turns to you. You nod and he gives you a kiss on the cheek before heading inside to grab two cold beers. You move to sit on the couch opposite from John B.

"Oh yeah! Sarah's bringing her new neighbor with her. That alright with you?" John B asks you. Even though she's already on her way, you say yes anyway.

Right after your response, Sarah's car pulls up. The passenger door opens to reveal a girl around your guys' age. She was pretty. She had long blonde hair, a little lighter than Sarah's.

"Hey guys! This is Bianca," Sarah gestures to the girl.

"Hey, I'm John B and this is Y/n" he gestures to you. She waves at you with a sweet smile.

"Hi, it's lovely to meet you both," she smiles. Even if you didn't know she was Sarah's neighbor, you could tell she was a kook from a mile away. Her outfit screamed country club. And her jewelry looked like it cost more than the chateau.

"Yo, you need to buy more beer-" JJ pauses when he sees a random girl standing on the porch. "Um hello?" he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"And that's JJ" John B points to his friend. Bianca's freezes when she turns and sees the blonde boy in front of her, she’s completely love struck.

"JJ, this is my new neighbor-" Before Sarah could introduce her friend, Bianca cuts in.

"Bianca. I'm Bianca" she says in a flirty tone, holding out her hand. JJ moves one of the beers to his other arm and shakes her hand with a tight smile.

You frown when you notice the way she's looking at him. She looks at him like she wants to jump his bones. You know your boyfriend is jaw droppingly beautiful, but she's looking at him like she wants him. You didn't like that.

JJ lets go of her hand and plops down next to you. He hands you your beer, which he opened for you. He mutters a "here ya go princess," and drapes his arm over your shoulder. You watch as Bianca's smile falters. You hide your smirk by sipping on your beer.

"Please, sit down" John B gestures to a chair between the two couches. Sarah takes a seat next to John B while Bianca takes the chair.

For the next hour or so, you tried your best to ignore how Bianca was behaving around JJ. Every time he said something, she would be way too attentive, keeping her eyes on him the whole time, lips perked up slightly, batting her eyelashes. You hated it. No one was supposed to look at him like that besides you. Except you weren't cringe about it.

At one point, you said a joke which caused JJ to laugh hysterically. "Good one baby" he mutters before kissing your forehead. You don't miss the way Bianca glares at you, then smiling when she sees you look at her.

"So how long have you been together?" She asks it in an overly nice voice.

"4 years, but our 5 year anniversary is coming up," JJ answers. He pulls you closer and kisses the side of your head.

She nods and then you add "we've been together since middle school." You try to subtly tell her to back off and that he's yours by leaning your head on his shoulder.

She only gives you a fake smile and says "well isn't that cute." Nobody else seems to notice how fake she's being except for you. It's really starting to piss you off.

Throughout the hour that she's been there, you've slowly become clingier to JJ. Not that he minded of course, he loves having you touch him. In fact, there are some times when he wishes he could attach himself to you and become one.

John B was busy talking about something that happened at work when Bianca's phone chimed. "Oh I'm so sorry! I hate to cut this short but I forgot I was supposed to go shopping with my mom before school starts," she says. You let out an inaudible sigh of relief that she's finally leaving.

"Do you need me to drive you home? It's no problem at all," Sarah offers.

"It's okay, she's just down the street." Soon enough, a shiny new Tesla pulls up in front of the Chateau. Bianca gathers her things and begins to pass the couches. "Thank you again for inviting me Sarah," she gives Sarah a hug, "and it was lovely to meet you all."

She gives one last look at JJ and then, not so subtly, sneering at you. She walks back down the steps and you couldn't be more glad.

"Oh sorry!" you turn to see Kie and Pope have finally arrived. Kie's arms were full of food from the Wreck. "Who the hell was that?" she gestures to the girl walking back to the fancy car and sets the food down.

"Sarah's new neighbor" John B replies.

"New bitch" you mutter.

"Woah! What the hell happened?" Pope was shocked at the sudden vulgar words.

"She was totally checking out JJ! With that 'Hi I'm Bianca tell me more about your adventures JJ' flirty shit" You bat your eyelashes as you mock her.

"I don't think she was flirting, just being nice. And for the record, I like to consider my adventures to be pretty interesting" JJ adds, stroking your hair.

"I saw it JJ! She was into you!" you exclaim. He just holds you tighter against him, allowing you to lean further into his touch.

-

When Monday came around and you had to go to school, you were furious when you saw who was in class with JJ. JJ had this class by himself, you nor the pogues had it with him. He was all alone...with her.

"It'll be fine baby. It's just an hour." He saw the way you glared at the girl taking her notebook out at a desk.

"What is she even doing here? She's a kook!" You tell your boyfriend, ignoring his attempts at reassuring you.

"You're a kook too love," he says through furrowed eyebrows.

"I wasn't always. I only reached kook status a few years ago when my dad got the lawyer job. Plus I've always gone to this school."

"Y/n," he cups your cheeks, "my beautiful girl, I love you and only you. There is nothing to be worried about." He moves your face to look at him again after you glare at her during his speech. "If it'll make you feel better, I'll sit in the farthest seat from her. I can't stand seeing my girl upset." He lifts your frown so you're smiling, causing you to laugh.

"Yeah that would make me feel better," you tell him.

"Then it's settled," he gives you a forehead kiss, "I gotta go but I'll see you later yeah?" You nod and give him a long kiss, one he happily leans into. For obvious reasons, you didn't see Bianca glaring at you through the window of the classroom.

You reluctantly separated from JJ, pouting when you had to go to your class and he had to go his. With her. You know JJ is deeply in love with you, borderline obsessed, but it still made you uneasy knowing she liked him. He's yours.

Unfortunately for JJ when he walked into class, the only available seat was next to Bianca. 'Shit', he thought to himself. He looked around the room again only to find out that the seat was indeed the only available one. He took a deep breath and hesitantly sat next to Bianca.

"Oh! Hi JJ!" Bianca greets with a huge smile.

"Hey! Uh, what was your name again?" For the life of him, JJ could not remember her name, he was still hazy from your kiss. That tends to happen a lot for him. The only name that crosses his mind was "bitch" but he's obviously not gonna say that.

Bianca's smile faltered but she picked it right up, "It's Bianca."

"Oh right! Sorry about that" he gave her a guilty smile and turned back to the front of the class.

-

"That's fucking hilarious!" You laughed when JJ told you what happened. He was relieved you weren't upset when he said he had to sit next to her. You knew it wasn't his fault and he would've sat somewhere else if he had the chance. Sometimes he forgets how understanding you are, he still wasn't used to that.

"I felt so bad! I blame you cupcake," he points a finger at you, who is still laughing.

"What? Why me?!" You ask through your giggles, trying to regain your breath.

"Your fucking kiss got me all hazy and shit. I can't think straight when you kiss me!"

"That sounds like a you problem J" you point a finger right back at him. He grabs it and kisses it, then sliding his hand into yours.

"The only way to help solve this problem is to kiss me again. Make me feel better." He walks you closer to the tree you stood behind, blocking you from any onlookers.

"That makes no sense-" he cuts you off by slamming his lips onto yours. You and JJ designated this spot for this very purpose. Lunch was the only time you could really spend time together and talk during school hours. You love the pogues but sometimes you just want to make out with your boyfriend with no interruptions.

"Hi John B," Bianca greets her friend's boyfriend at a table.

"Oh hey Bianca! This is Kie and Pope," he introduces the other two pogues she didn't get to properly meet. They both greet her but she hardly pays any attention to them. She doesn't see the blonde boy that's been on her mind all weekend.

"Where's JJ?" She tries to sound nonchalant about it. Fortunately for her, the pogues don't notice her disappointment.

"Probably having a quickie with Y/n-"

"John B!" Kie slaps his shoulder, "JJ and Y/n usually hang out at that tree for some alone time." She gestures to a tree farther from the tables.

"Having a quickie-"

"Dude!" Pope is the one to slap his friend this time. When the pogues turn back to the girl, she's gone. They shrug it off and continue their conversation.

JJ's tongue was swirling around yours, he pulled you impossibly closer to him. You moan against his lips, drawing a groan from his throat. "If there were no consequences, I'd fuck you right up against this tree right now. In front of everyone," he mutters against your lips. "I'd fuck you so good baby."

"Hi JJ." You both pull away and look at the source of the voice. Both of your lips are red and swollen, hair is messed up from running each other's fingers through it. Of course it's that bitch. You roll your eyes, clearly upset that she interrupted your make out session.

"Um hi?" His voice was a little raspy and his mind was hazy again. Bianca ignored the look the two of you gave her and began speaking again.

"I talked to Mr. Anderson after class and he said I should talk to a student to help catch me up," she told him. "I was wondering if you would be able to do it."

JJ looked at you and saw how irritated you were getting, then turned back to Bianca. "Shouldn't that be his job though? He's the teacher." He didn't mean to come off as rude but he was also upset that he had to stop kissing you.

"He said it would probably be better to have a student explain it in easier terms." You could see right through the bullshit. That doesn't even make any sense, she just wants to spend alone time with JJ. Your JJ.

To prove your control over him, you began kissing his neck. You didn't care that there was an audience, she needed to get the hint. "Um- I- well-" JJ began stuttering. Fuck he wanted to take you home and fuck you until you couldn't walk so badly.

"Sure whatever" he tilted his head up to give you more access. He really didn't want to help her but he needed her to leave you two alone.

"Great! Is tomorrow fine?" She completely ignored the fact that you were giving him hickies. That wasn't the only fact she ignored.

"Yeah yeah whatever." He didn't wait for her to leave before he connected your lips once more. "I'm taking you home as soon as school ends," he groans. You nod and reconnect your lips.

Unfortunately, the kiss only lasted a minute because the bell rang, signifying that lunch had ended. Fortunately though, you and JJ did have this next class together.

From the moment Bianca saw JJ, she knew she had to have him. To say she was upset when she found out he was dating you would be an understatement. She knew she'd be better for him. She could make him feel things that you couldn't. From then on, she swore to herself,

'I will make him mine'

Part 2 coming soon