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Rafe Cameron

sneaking' around by @mrsstarkey1

JJ Maybank

Exile by @collecting-stories

blurb by @mayfieldss

THE COMEBACK — jj maybank

a/n: i don’t like this but i saw an old post of mine based on this idea and i couldn’t get it out of my head so i had to write it down😭(+ lots of domestic jj bc i couldn’t stop myself). i missed dad!jj so much ughhhh

warnings: luke maybank, allusions to past abuse

word count: 2k

pairing: dad!jj x wife!reader

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“J!” You screech as your husband comes up behind you to kiss your neck. “The kids are in the other room!” You remind him, although he doesn’t seem to stop his actions. You’re cooking dinner for your family and for your friends, John B and Sarah, that are coming over for dinner. However, it is difficult to do so when your husband’s hands have become insatiable from the moment he came back from work, always finding an excuse to touch you. His fingers dance along your torso as his lips trail down your neck, a couple of responsive mh’s falling out of his mouth, but you know he’s not listening at all. You’re becoming putty in his hands when a thought stops all of your motions, “Who’s watching the baby?!”

JJ barely moves as he mumbles against your skin, “Mh, I told Noah to watch Ella.” He calms you down, coming to the realization that your older son is making sure that his little sister is okay. Nonetheless, JJ continues his attack and begins to lower one of his hands down your short sundress. “Just wanted to show my wife some lovin’.”

You chuckle at his antics until his hands start approaching your most sensitive parts, causing you to instinctively throw the ladle you were stirring dinner with back inside the pan while your husband smirks against your skin. “Baby!” You squeal. Your own hands come up to hold his in place, but he takes this as an opportunity to kiss up your neck and trap your earlobe between his teeth. You’re about to say something when the sweet voice of your son makes you snap out of it and push JJ away.

“Mommy!” Your six-year-old calls out for you as he enters the kitchen, “When is uncle B coming?”

“Uhm…,” You try to find words after what just happened, clearing your throat as you resume your cooking, “he should be here any second, sweetheart.” You smile at him and hope that he won’t comment on how forced it looks for your thoughts have been completely thrown off by the smirking man beside you. However, as you look at the little version of your husband in front of you, you’re reminded of the other blue-eyed baby in the next room. “J, Ella!”

JJ is fast to run in the living room, “I got her, I got her!” He reassures you as his quick feet take him to your baby girl. Once he comes back inside the kitchen, you see him carrying Ella on his hip as she relaxes against her dad. “Here she is.” He whispers, not noticing the grin on your lips.

JJ turns towards your son, currently sitting on a kitchen stool, “Noah, I told you to watch her. Babies can’t be alone for too long.” He reprimands him.

“But she was fine, daddy.” The little boy tells him, confused as to why it was such a big deal.

Your husband nods, “I know, buddy, and I know that you wouldn’t want her to get hurt but this is for when we ask you to watch her in the future, okay? She could really get hurt if you don’t watch her all the time, alright?”

You almost tear up at the gentleness in his voice, the way he speaks with so much love laced in his voice, choosing his words carefully, it just makes you fall in love with him all over again every time.

“I’m sorry, daddy.” Noah apologizes sincerely and causes his dad to softly smile down at him.

“It’s okay. C’mere.” JJ lowers his head to kiss his son’s forehead.

Noah takes advantage of the closeness to leave a gentle kiss on his sister’s cheek. “Love you, Ella.” And just as he says those sweet words, the front door bell rings, making your son jump down his sit and run towards the door. “Uncle B!”

“God, he’s like an earthquake.” JJ chuckles.

Biting down on your bottom lip to stop the incoming laugh, “Reminds me of someone,” You tell him. Your husband looks at you with that mischievous smile of his, that reminds you all too well of your son’s.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to the both of you, the person that your child has opened the door to doesn’t resemble John B at all. The grey-haired man looks down at the blond little boy, blue eyes like the sky, and he could tell who he’s related to from a mile away. Bending down to his height, he asks “Hello, where are your parents?”

Noah knows better than to let strangers inside the house, which is why he immediately shouts “Mommy, who is this?”

To say that you sprint towards your son is an understatement. “What is it, honey?” You try to keep your composure in order to not scare the little guy, although you don’t know what’s going on yet — and you wish to have never found out. Luke Maybank. “What — I —“ You choke on your words, but your actions are cautious, instinctively putting space between him and Noah.

“Oh.” The man in front of you lets out as he straightens up. It’s obvious that he’s recognized you and you don’t know wether it’s a good or a bad thing. “Is my son here?”

As he speaks he seems to take a step closer inside your house, and in a panic state, you yell out, “J, baby, can you come here for a second?” Luckily, your words stop Luke, who’s waiting now for his son.

JJ runs to you, Ella still in his protective embrace as he approaches you. “What’s going on?” He asks before his eyes can fall on the man that’s standing at the entrance of your home. His hold automatically tightens on his daughter and he throws a protective arm in front of you. “What are you doing here?” Venom spits from his lips, and he almost can’t believe his eyes.

Chuckling humorlessly, Luke speaks up again “That’s a great way to greet your father, huh?”

“Take the kids and stay inside.” JJ tells you as he hands you Ella and pushes you further inside the protected walls of your loving home.

“J, I don’t like this.” You whisper as you grab the wrist of the arm that’s moving you away from the entrance. You’ve known your husband since what feels like forever; you’ve always been there for him and you know what Luke Maybank is capable of. If there’s one person that you would ever tell JJ not to see anymore is his father: that’s how terrible the situation is.

He takes your hand in his and places a gentle kiss on the back of it, before a smile etches on his features, attempting at reassuring you. “Look at me, princess. It’s okay.” Although it isn’t, but he won’t tell you that.

You nod, unsure, and do as he tells you.

JJ closes the door behind him and faces his father, after years and years of complete silence. “What do you want?”

He shrugs his shoulders, as if his presence at his son’s house is the most natural thing in the world. But that’s not how it works for the Maybank’s. “I didn’t know I had grandkids.”

JJ shakes his head in disbelief and points an accusing finger at him. “Stay away from my family.”

“We’re family.”

The words alone make an unsettling feeling form in his stomach and bile rise up his throat. He doesn’t remember a moment in his life where his father has referred to him as family — except when he needed money from his own son. “No, we aren’t. Leave my wife and my kids alone.”

Luke ignores him, because that’s what he’s always been good at. “I see you have a son. What if he ends up treating you the same way you are treating your old man right now?”

He can’t be serious.

He cannot be serious.

Years and years of disappointments and constant battling, of a loveless father-son relationship, leading to this. “You see, that’s the difference between you and I. I would never lay a finger on my children.” He affirms as his fists close on their own. “Don’t ever talk about my kids again. Get out of here right now.”

“You’re being unfair.”

JJ is about to rebut but the sound of the door behind him opening stops the both of them. “Leave or I will call the police.” You warn Luke while your hand reaches for your husband’s.

He turns to you, hiding the thankful grin that wants to grow on his lips. “Get back inside, baby.”

“No.” You answer firmly. “You come back inside now.”

It is Luke that now interrupts. “We’re talking.”

“And I say you’re done.”

He huffs, an annoyed look upon his features as he takes a step closer. “Control your woman over—“

However, JJ puts his free hand on his father’s chest, stopping him from coming any closer. “Don’t you dare talk about my wife like that.” He squeezes your hand, then continues “You better leave.”

You don’t even give him a moment to answer when you pull your husband inside with you and lead him in your bedroom where you can have a private conversation from your children. As soon as you go to close the wooden door, JJ sits on the bed, his head in his hands as he covers his face.

“Oh, J…” You whisper, heartbroken for him. You lie on the bed behind his sitting figure and bring his attention to you as you pull his arm. “Come here.” And he obliges. Your husband lays his head on your chest and you immediately begin to run your fingers through his hair, just like you know he loves. He hides his face in your neck and holds your body as close to his as possible.

“How can he do that?” He asks softly, and you can hear the pain in his voice, wishing to take it all away. “I feel like I’m sixteen again and all I want to do is run away and hope to never turn out like him.”

Your arms wrap tightly around him as your neck twists to let your lips linger on the side of his head, bringing him as much comfort as possible. “But you did run away, baby, and you’re nothing like him. You’re the best father I could’ve asked for my children and I feel so blessed to share all of this with you. And don’t even let me start on how you’re the perfect husband.” Finally, you cradle his face in your hands, forcing him to look up at you, and notice the tears that are threatening to spill out of his eyes. But you’re not done. “You turned out to be the most sensitive, funny, caring, loving man I’ve ever met.”

“I love you so much, you know that, right?” He whispers against your lips, brushing them together and feeling your breath on his mouth.

“I know, baby. And I love you, too.”

Raising his head further, he goes to rest his forehead on yours, completely hovering above you. “What did I ever do to deserve you?”

You grin up at him. “I don’t know, did you wish really hard?”

Your words make a chuckle escape from his lips and you swear it’s the sweetest sound. “I can’t believe the way you talked to him. If you weren’t my wife already, I would’ve asked you to marry me.”

You peck his lips, “And I would’ve said yes again.” Your mouths touch once again, coming in for a prolonged kiss this time. “I would say yes a thousand times.”

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She's a mess in the morning. Hair tousled and t-shirt half hanging off her shoulders. It's a real fucking turn on. He's hard, and it's not even ten in the morning.

She grabs the carton of milk from the fridge and takes a swig.

"That's disgusting. How can you drink regular milk like that?"

"Says the guy who has a glass of orange juice with his bowl of Cheerios." She says, mouth full of milk. She hops up onto the counter. Her t-shirt - fuck, no, his t-shirt - rides up her thighs, exposing the black frilly lace of her panties.

He swallows.

"Only to wash down the nutty aftertaste."

It's not a good argument. He knows this.

"Whatever."

She says that a lot. He doesn't think she means it half the time.

"I'm going surfing this afternoon. Wanna come?" She says, crossing her legs. The fabric of her shirt bunches up around her crotch.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He shifts uncomfortably in his seat. His knee jerks and hits the underside of the kitchen table with a clatter.

"You good?"

"Mm." He nods.

No. He's not fucking okay.

"So?"

"So what?"

"You comin'?" She jumps off the counter and reaches for a bowl on the top shelf in the cabinet behind her.

Oh. That.

“Yeah. Yeah, sure. Okay. Yeah."

He nods a little too enthusiastically.

She turns around, brow raised. The corner of her lip is turned up ever so slightly.

"Cool?"

Not really.

"Yeah. Totally."

"Okay. Cool." She says, all smart and cool-like. "Meet me on the beach at two. But don't wear those loud palm tree shorts of yours. They’re embarrassing."

Yeah.

Okay.

Cool.

X

She's a natural when it comes to surfing. Like a thunderstorm in the middle of June.

He's usually good at surfing too, but when he's with her he's too busy watching her to actually pay attention to the waves. So, he just ends up wiping out and making a complete fool of himself.

She laughs. It's sweet like those candied hearts she used to give him back in grade school for Valentine's Day.

"You know you're supposed to ride the waves, not hug them, right?"

“Yeah? What can I say? I’m a hugger.”

She snorts and shakes her head. A salt-slick strand of hair falls directly over her brow. She doesn’t bother brushing it away.

“Whatever. See if you can catch this next one.”

She’s already paddling in the opposite direction, effortlessly catching said wave.

He's in awe, is fucking mesmerized by the way she glides across the surface of the water.

There's a thunderstorm in the forecast. The sky is turning gray.

She’s the current and he’s drowning.

X

Keggers on the beach are one of the best parts about summer.

Next to the tourons, of course.

Obviously.

The flames from the bonfire lick the ends of her hair. She digs her Solo cup into the sand by her feet. She stands then stretches, knocking over her cup and spilling its contents. She doesn't bother looking down. She can always get another.

And so she does.

"Hand me a beer."

"Didn't I just give you one?"

She shrugs, and swipes the bottle in his hand by the neck, downing the remaining contents. A single drop escapes the corner of her mouth. She catches it with her tongue.

"What? No 'please'?"

"Manners are for strangers. We're friends."

Just friends.

"We are friends, right?"

And the hesitation in her tone, it's something he's never heard in her voice before.

"Yeah, of course. Totally."

Just fucking friends.

"So, who's the lucky touron tonight?"

"Ah, I don't know. No one's really caught my eye."

Lies, lies, lies.

"So you mean to tell me," she points to a lanky girl standing beside a lopsided bamboo torch. She looks at him and flitters her fingers. "That perky blonde over there, or that foxy redhead next to her hasn't turned your head even the slightest bit?"

He shakes his head and juts out his lower lip.

"Nope." He says, popping the p.

"Bullshit." She reaches for one of the floating cans in the beat up red cooler. She pops the tab with a click and a hiss.

She almost takes a sip, but changes her mind the instant her lips touch the cool metal.

"Can I ask you something? And I need you to be, like, completely totally honest, okay?"

"Sure." He swallows, audibly.

She's really close to him now. Like, really fucking close. He can smell the sunscreen on her skin.

She stands on her toes and drags her fingers down the row of buttons on his shirt.

"Are you sure we're just friends?"

The ground feels like quicksand beneath his feet.

I mean, who even came up with the no pogue-on-pogue macking bullshit, anyway?

It was probably Kie.

Shit.

He's fucked.

Like, literally, one hundred and fifty percent fucked because he thinks he might just love this girl, and he thinks he's just high enough, and just buzzed enough that he might actually kiss this girl.

Her lips are so close to his, and his head begins to spin. He thinks he might fall over, or be sick, or quite possibly both.

She kisses him, and it's fucking fantastic. Her lips are kinda chapped, but also kinda perfect. They taste faintly of vanilla chapstick and Pabst Blue Ribbon. They're sweet, and sticky, and salty, and he's addicted to the taste.

She pulls away. His lips are wet. The air is cold. It's the middle of July.

“Just friends?” She says, smiles slyly.

“Yeah, right.” He says, kisses her again.

love.

(not my gif! creds to @romancedawg )

/this is also not proofread and it’s also my first time writing angst, please lmk any ideas for p2\

Part 2 here

warnings: mdni, heavy angst, bad ending

summary: best friend!jj you’ve always been afraid of jj loving kie, not you. your nightmare is real.

you wished it was a dream. you wished that you never saw jj maybank kissing kiara carrera. but at the party you saw them sneaking off. you always watched jj flirt with tourons and take them to the bathroom, but to see your crush kissing one of your best friends is the worst. after you saw them you ran, catching your breath and gathering your emotions. you saw sarah grabbing a drink and she looked at you. “hey y/n! are you okay? you look like you’ve seen a ghost” you nodded as she handed you a drink as you chugged it trying to get rid of your thoughts, feelings, anything to get rid of the pain and the lump in your throat from trying not to cry. “woah, slow down girl” sarah said taking the cup from you “jj kissed kie.” you sighed “oh my god.” she blinked “you poor thing” she hugged you and tucked the hair in your face behind your ear “it’s fine.” you wandered off and found some vodka as you took the lid off and chugged almost half the bottle. “no feelings. no thoughts.” you kept repeating to yourself. you wandered off and started dancing to the music waiting for it to kick in. eventually it did, and jj found you stumbling all over and laughing “woah are you alright there y/n?”he said holding you steady “ohhhh heyyyy jjjjjjjjjj” you giggled “hey princess” he held your waist and turned you to him smiling. “fuck you” you flipped him off and tried to pull away from his grip but he held you harder “what did I do?” he said with an eyebrow raised looking at you “i have a question first” you said looking at him back. “what’s up?” he said “Are you and kie dating now?” you said folding your arms, he broke eye contact “fuck. you saw that?” He sighed “uh yea. wanna explain?” you asked “I can’t do this right now.” he walked away “jj come back!” you yelled “JJ!” he just kept walking.

the next morning you found yourself at Sarah’s house. unable to remember the night before, only that jj kissed Kiara.. you had the worst headache ever and were hungover, you quickly changed into some of Sarah’s clothes and walked downstairs where you saw her making toast. you said thank you to her and quickly walked out, practically running to the château. you saw john b on the front porch and opened the screen door stepping in “is jj here?” you asked “yeah he’s inside somewhere.” he replied. you went inside and looked in his room. you saw him putting his shirt on and then he looked at you. “shit.” he said under his breath “wanna talk about what’s going on with you and kie?” you questioned but you knew he didn’t wanna talk about it. “there isn’t anything happening with me and kie. why do you care so much? it’s not like you’re my fucking girlfriend or something.” those words made you wanna rip your heart out. “I care because I fucking love you jj. you’ve been the love of my life ever since we met.” you froze. you couldn’t believe you just said that. “…” he stood there. not saying a word. just looking at you. he sighed and opened his mouth to speak. “I love kie. I’m sorry.” he said walking past you out of the château. leaving you a sobbing mess. what could you do now? why would he do this?

mommy

warnings ⚠️ - loads of smut,sub!jj,mommy kink(I think that’s what it’s called), praise kink

your hair sticking to your face because of sweat while jj pumps into you, now on round three. he is an overstimulated mess, his arms wrapped around your waist while he messily fucks you. “fuckkkk…” he whispers under his breath all whimpery for you.

“you’re doing so good f’me baby” you praise him knowing it would make him closer to finishing inside for the 3rd time. he speeds up a little, hands still gripping your waist for dear life while pumping all 7 inches into you.

every time he goes back in it hits that oh so sweet spot inside of you, making the “rope” in your stomach so close to snapping any minute. “..mommy” he moans, you almost didn’t catch that. “fuck baby you’re doing so good I’m so close” you say, about to see stars. he tries to hold back from cuming again so you could finish together, you feel him twitching inside of you and you’re not far behind him. “so close baby, you’re being such a good boy for me” you say knowing it’ll make him even closer to blowing his load.

he keeps hitting your g spot and he can’t hold back anymore. Before you know it you’re squirting all over him and he’s shooting thick white ropes inside of you. As you both come down from your high he collapses on top of you, so exhausted but still inside of you not moving making sure none of his cum leaks out.

You play with his hair and eventually you both fall sound asleep. The following morning you make sure to take good care of him, taking a shower with him, helping him get dressed, pinching a pair of new sunglasses for him. he’s so appreciative too, giving you kisses and being superrrrr touchy.

okay but... JJ teaching his girl shit about cars on the twinkie, and then he ends up fucking her against it. 😭🥵🥺

a/n: AHH I LOVE THISS YOUR BRAIN IS AMAZING PRINCESS💕I kind of rushed on the last bit though😭

~ 🎀.

jj working on the twinkie while you, who knows nothing about cars, does your best to understand what’s going on and help him 🥺

“babe can you hand me the wrench?” he asks while he’s working on the twinkie “umm, sure!” you reply hardly knowing what he’s doing or what he would need a wrench for anyway. “whatcha doing anyways?” you walk over and hand the tool to him

he takes it and says “an oil change, right now I need t’ unscrew the oil cap and then drain it.” “ohhh okay.” you ask, fascinated by how hot he looks like this

“ ‘nd now I need t’ fill it up.” he says explaining what he’s doing step by step for you to understand. “you’re good at that, huh?” you say, watching his every move. “y’know what im also good at?” he says while crawling out from under the car

“what?” you ask. “filling you up.” he says with a smirk while cleaning the oil off his hands. you blush and he starts walking to you. he puts his hands on your waist and starts kissing you while he picks you up and you wrap your arms around his neck and legs around his waist while he pushes you against the twinkie and starts making out with you.

he unbuttons your jean shorts and slides them down a little along with your panties. he rubs your clit a little and puts two of his fingers into you to warm you up. he then slides his own shorts down a little to which they drop to the floor.

he slowly enters you filling you up little by little “mmh.. jayj.. fuck.” you mumble “you like my dick princess? atta’ girl.” he says while he starts to speed up going in and out of your tight little hole

at this point he’s going as fast as he can, but he still makes sure you’re comfortable “fuck baby. you’re so tight” he says stuttering. he keeps hitting your g-spot every time he goes back in and you can feel yourself getting close. “fuck jayj, im so close.” “yeah? cum all over this dick baby.” he says while his thrusts get sloppier. that’s all it took for you to finish all over his cock and he follows right behind you shooting his hot cum into you. as you both come back from your high and catch your breath he sets you down

“told you im good at filling you up baby.” making you giggle and playfully hit him “shut up j.”

~ 🎀.

yum yum yum 😮‍💨

FEATURE ME — j.m

pairing jj maybank x fem!reader

summary your breakup with rafe leaves you single and alone on valentine's day. you run into jj at a bar, and things get heated. (based on the song “feature me” by flo)

warnings 18+, unprotected sex (jj pulls out), semi-public sex, fingering, squirting, language, i think that's it but let me know if i missed any

author's note i love this song, dude. give flo a listen if you haven’t, they’re amazing

jj masterlist ;; valentine's event ‘23 𓆩 ♡ 𓆪

not what i usually do but i’ve been peepin’ you

i’m tryna play it cool but it’s too much

he got me breakin’ the rules

there ain’t no steppin’ to, he’s my forbidden fruit, yeah

you’d never been the type of girl to partake in a steamy one-night stand. at least, you didn’t think you were. 

but all of that changed when you saw your old friend jj walk into the bar you were at. 

jj was wearing a simple short sleeve button-up paired with some jeans, his boots laced on his feet. he looked amazing, all sun-kissed and devilishly handsome, just as he’d always been. 

his eyes roamed the room as he tried to decide where to sit, and they went wide when they landed on you, seated at the bar with a stiff drink in hand. a familiar grin rose onto his lips as he walked over to you, running a hand through his signature messy blonde locks.

“hey, sweetheart. whatcha doing all alone on valentine’s day?”

“didn’t you hear?” you asked. “rafe broke up with me.”

jj’s brows furrowed, “what? weren’t you together for, like, four years?”

“yup,” you scoffed, downing your drink and slamming the glass down on the bar table. 

“well, he’s an idiot. you’re amazing. you deserve better than that,” he said, sliding into the seat next to you and ordering himself a drink.

the two of you stayed there for a while, knocking back drinks together and reminiscing on fond memories from high school. you and jj were good friends, him always being able to make you laugh and have fun with you at parties. of course, you’d always thought he was good-looking, but your heart was taken, and you were always faithful to your boyfriend.

“and then you punched kelce so hard he fell over,” you laughed as your hand rested on jj’s shoulder. 

“eh,” he shrugged, laughing along with you, “he totally deserved it. he was annoying as fuck back then.”

“still is,” you replied. “and i agree. it was well-deserved.”

“so…i hate to bring this up, but i just gotta say it. how the fuck could rafe just let you go like that? i honestly thought you guys were gonna get married,” jj said. 

“he said the passion and romance were fizzling out, and he was getting bored. he even told me that our sex life was horrible as if it was my fault. he’s the one that fucked me in the same goddamn position every night, barely even making sure that i’d cum before rushing out the door to meet the guys. he was probably cheating on me, honestly.”

“well,” jj began, inching closer to you, “if i’d been the one fucking you, i wouldn’t have stopped until you came at least nine times.” his hand smoothed up your knee, slowly creeping up your thigh as he kept his gaze locked on yours. 

you felt a throbbing sensation in your core. you saw the fire behind his eyes, and you decided to play along. “only nine? why not ten?”

“babygirl…i’d give you as many as you wanted. i bet you sound so pretty when you fall apart.”

your heart pounded in your chest furiously as you registered his words, and you instantly felt slick pooling in your panties. jj’s low and raspy voice as he whispered to you, and his heated hand on your bare thigh made you nervous, but you wanted to be brave. you wanted to let go and let yourself have fun for the first time since rafe had dumped you. so you bucked up.

“wanna find out?”

oh, he’s got me actin’ like i’m some kind of animal

the way he looks at me, i don’t feel like a girl no more

what you want from me? arch my back like it’s supposed to be

i do it properly, ooh-woah

jj kissed you fervently, pushing you against the back of the restroom door. his hand blindly fumbled around as he locked it, ensuring no one could come in. his fingers then threaded themselves into your hair, holding your face to his while he devoured your lips. you pulled him closer by tugging on his collar, wanting to feel his body pressed against yours. 

“mm, wait,” you stopped, pulling away abruptly. “this could be really stupid. what if we get caught?”

jj only smirked in response, his thumb stroking your cheek as he repositioned it to cradle your face. “don’t you remember my motto, baby? stupid things have good outcomes all the time.”

the worry on your face wavered just a tad, but jj could see that you weren’t entirely convinced. he let go of his hold on your face and slipped under your skirt. he found your clothed clit with ease, applying the slightest bit of pressure as he started to massage it in slow circles. you let out a hushed moan, but it was loud enough for jj to hear. smugness took over him, and he knew he could quell your fear.

“c’mon, pretty girl. let me make you cum a few times in here. then i’ll take you back to my place and let you use me in any way you can think of. it’ll all be for you.”

you thought on it, your eyes locked on jj's while he watched you try to hold back. jj's eyes held so much lust and fire in them, and it was hard not to think about how good it would feel to just give in. he continued rubbing your clit, adding more pressure little by little as he awaited your response.

“deal.”

set the scene and feature me (ah-ha, ah-ha)

touch on me (on me), get on your knees

i’ll take the lead

i got the energy, oh-woah, woah-woah

we’re not meant to be, so promise me

when i’m done (ah-ha, ah-ha), you’ll up and leave

‘cause boy i need to take the lead (take the lead, baby)

so match my energy, oh, oh

i’ll take the lead

jj had picked you up mid-kiss, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you over to the countertop and set you down. your legs remained open, your heels pushing jj’s hard-on into your clothed core and making you shiver in anticipation. he ground into you slightly while he deepened the kiss, letting a loud groan into your mouth. 

you whimpered at the feel of him. you could tell he was big just from that one little action. you didn’t even have to see him naked to know that he would be the best dick you’d ever had. 

it was the way he conducted himself. his greedy hands caressing and grabbing you anywhere they could, kissing you as if he’d never get another chance, pulling you against the tent in his jeans and rubbing against you. it made your knees weak in anticipation of what was to come. 

jj’s hands snuck up your skirt in search of your panties. you raised your hips, leaning back on your hand and helping him remove them. once he did, he gave you a mischievous grin and shoved them into his back pocket.

“of course you'd wear the sexiest panties i’ve ever seen. can’t believe you spoiled rafe like that. fucking ungrateful bastard.”

“jj,” you sighed. “you can’t keep those. i don’t want you getting any ideas about this becoming a thing.”

“relax, princess. i know what this is. just want a lil’ souvenir,” he replied, giving you a wink. “i’ve been waiting years to fuck you. i think i deserve to keep ‘em.” 

you laughed softly, shaking your head at him. “you’re trouble.”

jj’s fingers found your bare pussy, prodding them at your seeping entrance. he slowly pushed two of them inside, and you gasped. he gave you a smug look, “the best kind.” 

he curled them upward each time he stroked your walls, playing with your g-spot and watching your reactions as he did so. he watched as your lips parted and you began to breathe heavily. your eyes were shut, and you held onto jj’s muscular shoulders as he pummelled his fingers inside you.

“j, please,” you panted, pulling away. “no more teasing. wanna feel your cock.”

“uh uh. make a mess, baby. want you nice and ready for me,” he spoke against your lips. “let’s see how easily my fingers make you cum.”

his fingers sped up, thrusting into you faster as his thumb came into contact with your needy clit. he continued to stroke your g-spot while he stimulated your clit, and your moans were growing louder, so loud that you’d get caught without a doubt. jj kissed you to keep you quiet, swallowing each of your pretty sounds. he admired how intoxicating you were at that moment, taking particular pride in him being the one to turn you into a puddle without doing much.

with a well-timed flick of your clit, you came around his fingers. you squeezed jj’s arms as you did so, grounding yourself as your orgasm rippled through your body. it was already so intense, you wondered how much more his cock would affect you.

jj retracted his fingers, shoving them straight into his mouth so he could taste you. he instantly groaned, his tongue lapping every drop of you while his eyes rolled back. “christ, you taste as perfect as you look. when we get to mine, i’m gonna devour that pussy. you got that?”

“definitely. but right now, i want you inside me, jj. stop talking and fuck me.”

boy, it’s the perfect time (oh-woah)

seems like you read my mind (oh-woah)

you know just what to do

and how to bring my thoughts alive (thoughts alive)

my thoughts alive (thoughts alive)

so take your time (ah-ha)

undress me tonight, oh-ooh, oh, oh (undress me)

jj’s fingers moved to his jeans, undoing the button and zipper as he worked to free his cock. he shoved his jeans and briefs below his ass, finally letting his cock come into view. it was standing tall and proud, all thick and pretty. you salivated as you imagined the gratifying weight of it on your tongue or how it would feel when he pushed inside of you. 

“like what you see, princess?”

you brought your attention back to jj at his words, blushing as he gave you a knowing grin. “very much so. your cock is so pretty, j. want it inside me already.”

he gripped it, leading it to your entrance. he pushed the tip against your slick, and he hissed at how wet you were. he couldn’t wait to find out how perfectly you’d wrap around him and how velvety and warm your soaking walls would feel as it swallowed him whole, so he pushed inside. you both gasped, watching as he sank into you balls-deep.

“look at that, baby. look how stretched out you are around my cock. so fucking tight i can barely breathe,” jj rasped. “‘m gonna destroy this pussy.”

he began to move, giving you punishing thrusts right off the bat. he pulled one of your legs, hooking it over his shoulder and giving himself more room to split you open. you moved one of the hands you’d had on him, gripping the side of his neck as you leaned back against the mirror while the thrill of pleasure overtook you.

“so fucking big, j. holy shit,” you whined as he fucked you. 

the hem of jj’s shirt seemed to be getting in the way, and jj was quick to pull it in between his teeth. he did it so seamlessly that it was one of the sexiest things you’d ever seen. he remained concentrated as he tried to fuck your brains out. his goal was to fuck you so good that rafe would be nothing but a small part of your past, and you’d know what you deserved in the future.

one of jj’s hands moved down to play with your clit, rubbing furiously as his hips sped up. your cries were increasing in volume, ten times louder than when he’d fucked you with his fingers, and jj’s solution was to let go of your thigh and clamp his hand over your mouth. it barely made a difference, but jj didn’t care. the fact that he was fucking you so good that you couldn’t control your noise made him giddy.

he released his shirt from his mouth so he could use his filthy words on you again. “i love how you sound, baby. fuck, any louder and everyone in this goddamn bar is going to know whose cock is driving you crazy.” 

“j,” you mewled. your voice came out muffled due to jj’s hand, but he still somehow understood you.

“what is it, baby? tell me what you want, tell me how to make you feel good. promise i’ll give you whatever you want,” he cooed. he moved his hand from your mouth, resting it on the heated nape of your neck.

“don’t hold back. fuck me harder, please.”

your pleading eyes ignited a fire within jj, and he nodded. both his hands found your thighs, keeping them against his torso as he fucked you harder, just as you’d wished. he slammed into you harshly, stuffing you full with his cock nice and deep each time.

“jj!”

“shhh,” he hushed, “gotta stay quiet if you don’t wanna get caught, baby. when we get home, you can scream as loud as you like.”

are you receivin’ the signs (signs)

i’m speakin’ on my mind (speakin’ on my mind)

i just want you to come through (want you to come through)

already set the mood (the mood)

i’ll tell you what to do to me, oh-ooh-woah, oh, oh

are you receivin’ the signs (signs)

i’m speakin’ on my mind (speakin’ on my mind)

i just want you to come through (want you to come through)

already set the mood (the mood)

i’ll tell you what to do to me, yeah-ayy, yeah-ayy

“you want more, baby? want me to play with your clit and make you cum all over me?”

you nodded profusely, your eyes shutting closed as jj drove into you quickly and roughly. you were vibrating against his body, the force of his thrusts shaking your body back and forth. he groaned at how well you were taking his cock, your walls squeezing him like a vice as he punished them. he fucked you relentlessly, one hand finally coming down to toy with your clit again. he rubbed it viciously, sending bolts of pleasure through you and pushing you over the edge.

“j— i’m gonna—”

“i know, baby. i can feel you. give it to me,” jj responded, keeping up his actions. you let out a muffled cry as you bit into your bottom lip, trying to keep yourself quiet. your juices squirted out of you, surprising you both as you drenched the hem of jj’s shirt and his bare torso.

“good fucking girl. now everyone’s gonna know what we did in here. bet you wanted that, huh? wanted to let everyone out there know how i fucked your pussy until it cried for me?”

you were still whimpering, coming down from your high as jj chased his. his own grunts were increasing in volume as he teetered on the edge.

“c’mon, j. paint my pussy with your cum. cum all over me,” you begged. “please.”

jj’s cock twitched inside of you, and he pulled out right before he felt himself erupt. he jerked his cock furiously, releasing all over your pussy and inner thighs. “shiiit.”

“that…was so fucking hot,” you panted, admiring his cum on your skin. you collected his cum on your fingers, bringing them into your mouth and licking it clean. “mmm, you taste amazing, jj. promise me you’ll let me suck your cock when we get out of here. wanna feel your cum drip down my throat while you fuck it.”

jj gave you a cynical smile through his hazy expression as his hand came up to your face, “there’s nothing i want more, pretty girl.”

jj succeeded in his goal. rafe was the furthest thing from your mind right now. all you could think about was him.

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