Giving Virgin Ethan Head For The First Time

Isaac from teen wolf is totally obsessed with the reader, he would do anything for them and loves to give them hugs from behind and one time while they both spend time at yn's house, Isaac opens up about his trauma and gets lots of comfort and support from y/n

I highly believe he deserves happiness and a partner who would support and love him, help him through his darker moments in life

Isaac Lahey x GN!reader

● Isaac is the softest boyfriend

● and totally obsessed with you

● he will do literally anything you ask of him

● if you even just so mention feeling in the mood for a certain type of food he's immediately grabbing his keys to go get some

● he once drove two hours just to buy you pastries from your favorite bakery because you said it had been a while since you last went

● he has every important date and anniversary memorized and gets you little gifts for all of them

● and will buy gifts just because it reminded him of you

● your friends are surprised by how romantic Isaac actually is since he used to put up such a tough exterior

● but then he goes and does things like leaving you cute notes in your locker or your textbooks

● he's always hugging you

● he's a giant so he loves to hug you from behind and kiss the top of your head

● and he will happily carry you around everywhere

● since he's living at the McCall house Scott or Melissa often come home to find you guys cuddling on the couch watching movies

● that sweet boy tries to cook dinner for the three of you but it never turns out quite right

● not that any of you say anything, you know he tries his best and he wants to do something nice for Scott and Melissa for letting him stay in their home

● so you all just pretend that his food isn't under or over cooked… or for some reason extremely salty when you've never even seen him pick up the salt to season with

● one night he's hanging out at your place and he opens up to you about his childhood

● you knew he had some trauma but never pressured him to tell you about it until he was ready

● he gets choked up and teary eyed telling you about everything he went through because of his dad

● but that he's finally starting to heal thanks to you and the McCall's

● you hold him and tell him how much you love him and how you're always going to be there for him

● you keep your promise because just like he is there for you, you are always there to love and support him even on his

Don’t Play Games

Warnings: JJ being a cocky fucker, teasing, creampie, oral, orgasm denial

JJ Maybank had an exhibition kink and wasn’t afraid to prove it. The guy wasn’t even remotely shy about his needs and he was far more adventurous than anyone you’d ever been with. You’d quickly learned to overcome any insecurities you might’ve had because he insisted on worshipping you at all hours of the day, no matter where you were.

Right now he had you bent over the counter in the Chateau while your friend group was watching a movie less than ten feet away. His hand over your mouth was the only thing keeping you from crying out in bliss as he stroked the sweet spot deep inside you at a slow and steady pace.

“If only you could see how pathetic you look, taking me like a good little slut. This pussy nice and wet just for me. I bet it feels good having me this deep, doesn’t it?” JJ rasps in your ear, his hips getting flush with your ass as he slides in over and over again. Your release was so close but so far away.

“You wanna cum, baby? You wanna soak my cock then lick it off later when the lights go out?” You nod the best you can with his hand squeezing your cheeks. When he rolls his hips, yours threaten to roll back in your head.

“I have a better idea.” JJ’s free hand slides between your legs, stroking your clit until your legs nearly buckle only to stop abruptly. You whine softly against his hand as he leaves you empty and aching, zipping up his shorts with a taunting smirk.

“Now let’s see who can keep their hands off who during this movie.” JJ pulls your dress back down and turns your body, moving in for a kiss that you avoid with an annoyed look.

“You’re an asshole.” You bite out, your core aching with need as you try to push past him. JJ pulls you in for a panty dropping kiss that leaves you weak and breathless before pulling back with a wicked grin. You let him walk away as you glared at his back, ready to make him pay and his balls blue by the end of the movie.

It didn’t take long before the intense thriller on screen captured everyone’s attention but JJ’s. That was entirely your fault.

You kept an eye on him from the corner of your eye but only because you kept teasing him. He was on one side of the small loveseat and you were on the other. You took the opportunity to sit sideways on your knees so you could flash him your bare pussy when he least expected it. The first time his eyes nearly popped out and he sat up like he was moments away from lunging. Then he quickly looked around the room at his friends to make sure no one had noticed before shooting you a dirty look.

You faked innocence as you quickly tucked your dress back down. A few more minutes passed as you pretended to watch the movie, feeling JJ’s eyes and hunger. You slowly and discreetly tug your dress back up to expose your pussy to him again. It was hard not to smirk over the torture you caused him as he sank deeper into the loveseat, spreading his legs wide in attempt to ease the ache he no doubt felt. His hand tugged at his unruly blonde hair as he released a long exhale while fighting to tear his eyes of your exposed cunt.

When he took out his phone after you’d carefully covered yourself again, you knew you were in trouble. Your own phone lit up with a text and you bit back a smirk.

“Think I won’t sink knuckle deep in that pussy right now?” Your pussy walls pulsed at his crude words and you bit your lip.

“Think I won’t make you watch as I get myself off?” You sent back, followed by a nude you’d sent him earlier in the week. JJ’s expression hardened when he opened the message, his eyes snapping in your direction with a warning glare. You shrugged, sitting your phone down and turning your attention back to the movie.

All of your friends were asleep except Sarah as she nervously bit at her nails, eyes glued to the screen while John B snored softly on her shoulder. Sarah was just as brazen as you were so you didn’t feel bad when turning more on your side to flash JJ again. His eyes burned into you as you reached your hand back to touch your slick slit. JJ’s expression darkened but you refused to back down.

You dipped two fingers inside yourself, letting your head fall back against the couch cushion while you bit your bottom lip. After slowly fingering yourself for a moment, you withdrew your hand as you locked eyes with him and popped the two fingers in your mouth. His eyes widened for a moment before his expression turned dark and he pointed at the hallway with a silent demand.

You shook your head, making a show as you licked your fingers clean before tugging your dress back down to watch the movie.

By the time the movie was over, everyone was passed out but the two of you. JJ was antsy and unable to sit still in his seat. His hair was a mess where he kept dragging his fingers through it and his lip chewed raw. As soon as you stood up once the credits began to roll, he was roughly taking your arm and leading you down the hall.

JJ didn’t say one word or bother to flip the lights on when the bedroom door shut. You reached for him in the dark but he spun you around and shoved you down on the bed. He was on top of you in an instant, your dress hiked up and his cock between your cheeks. He wasn’t easy when he shoved inside you and his movements were rough.

His hand fisted your hair, shoving your face into the bedding as he pounded you like there was no tomorrow. Like you were nothing more than a hole for him to use. It was too much at once and you couldn’t get your bearings. You couldn’t reach your clit.

“Thought you could tease me and get away with it?” JJ growls in your ear, his chest pressed to your back as his hips hammer into you. You don’t get time to respond before a deep groan echos in your ear and you feel him finishing inside you. JJ quickly climbs off your body, leaving you dazed and confused as he rights himself.

“JJ, I swear—.”

“You’re in no position to make demands, baby.” JJ’s voice taunting while you roll over to face him.

“I didn’t cum.” You scoff, angry and humiliated that your plan backfired. JJ flashed that signature smile of his as he leaned down until you were almost nose to nose.

“You should’ve behaved. Bad girls don’t get to cum.” JJ leaned in to kiss you but you jerked back, rolling your lip at him.

“Awe, no kiss? That’s fine.” JJ smirks before suddenly yanking you to the edge of the bed by your hips and dropping to his knees. His head is under your dress before you can protest, his torturous mouth sucking your clit hard until you see stars.

“Oh, J—.” Your back bows off the bed, your hands fisting the bedding as your orgasm barrels forward only for him to pull away at the last possible second. A pathetic whine leaves your lips as he raises to his full height with a devious smirk, your arousal glistening on his mouth and chin.

“Don’t get mad because the player plays the game better than you, baby. I’ll finish you when I think you’ve earned it. Now be a good girl and get our stuff so we can go home.”

Off to the Races

Stepfather!Rafe Cameron x Stepdaughter!Reader

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Local legend and former playboy Rafe Cameron is winding down and now ready to settle down. Older, maybe wiser, extremely wealthy and definitely fearing the ticking of time. He meets his wife and marries her quickly —a socialite not too much older than him. Ready to give her his heart, soul & build a life with her in his former home of Tannyhill. That was until her young daughter came bounding into his life… captivating him in every way. Settling her spot in every fiber of his being & replacing the love Rafe has for her mother every single day with only thoughts of her… now he’s sure his wife isn’t the one he wants —but her daughter. Both of them cut from the same cloth and destined to be together. They’ll do anything to end up with one another… no matter who they hurt or what it takes.

warnings: smut / fluff / angst. pseudo / stepcest. dd/lg dynamics. infidelity. toxic / violent / abusive behaviors (gaslighting, manipulation, verbal, etc). power imbalances. dark themes / adult content.

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Chapter i

Chapter ii

Chapter iii

Chapter iv

Chapter v

Chapter vi

Chapter vii

© 2024 | rafesplaymate

Original Imagine: Imagine making a sex tape with Stiles

Author: anon

Reader Gender: female

Warnings: smut, oral sex, sex tape

You lay on the bed, staring at Stiles as he held his phone in his hand. You hated how technology had made it so easy for him to film you. You lay in bed, your bra and panties matching for this once. You’d bought it specific calls for this occasion. He climbed on the bed with you.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” He asked, his hand moving over your stomach and thighs. “You nervous?”

You blushed a little, “I can’t believe you talked me into this.”

He’d convinced you to make a sex tape, just for the two of you. The idea was hot and as much as the two of you fucked, it shouldn’t have surprised you.

“Babe, I promise, just you and me will see it. I’ll put it on an encrypted file on my computer.” Stiles promised.

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flashing lights

words: 2.4k

warnings: 18+ only, brief smut, p in v sex, model!reader (a bit of influencer too but primarily a model), soft rafe, marriage, pregnancy

“so thats your new girl?” topper asks, eyes on you as you twirl to the music, long legs on show in the simple black dress.

“yeah, shes here for a month on vacation.” rafes also looking at you, unable to let his gaze stray, in case a man comes up and attempts to dance with you. you may not be an official item yet, considering you only met a couple days ago, but rafe is determined to spend the entire month that you’re here with you, and not let any other men pull your focus away.

“she looks so familiar.” the voice rings out before rafe even realizes that there's other people now sat in the circle of chairs and couches, too wrapped up in you.

the girl, who rafe recognizes from high school, begins to tap on her phone. “wait, shes a model.” “yeah, she told me.” rafe shrugs it off. he could have guessed your profession anyways, with how naturally stunning you are, and your height almost rivaling his, only a few inches shorter.

“no, like really famous model.” the girl turns her phone towards rafe, and he hates having to drag his eyes away from you to look at the screen, pulled open to a google search of your name.

“holy shit!” topper says for rafe, taking the phone from the girl as he clicks the first link to open up your instagram. “she has 20 MILLION followers, rafe.”

rafe glances from the phone to you as you turn to smile at him, still dancing to the music, glad to be free of all the attention and camera flashes. its why you chose the outer banks in the first place, somewhere more tucked away to take a month away from the spotlight.

“why are you so surprised, look at her.” rafe states before standing up, tired of letting you dance alone as he joins you on the makeshift dance floor, his hands coming to your waist as you give him a dazzling smile.

-- two years later --

camera lights flash and shouts ring out, but rafe is used to it now.

he smiles and waves, shocked that anyone would care about him, a nobody from north carolina, his only claim to fame is being your boyfriend, for a little over two years now.

rafe walks inside, having enough of the screaming and crowds as he takes in the area, chairs set up along a runway, a large prada sign on the white wall. your prestige has only grown since rafe began to date you, despite coming back to the outer banks several times to take a break and visit him. since rafe began to travel with you, you’ve gone from paris to milan to new york to london, gracing the covers of magazines and walking runways.

he tries to attend every show, taking on a pseudo-management role himself. your favorite part is dressing rafe in the mornings, having received clothing from so many brands, both mens and womens fit. rafe lets you choose, knowing you have the eye for fashion, and he loves to see how happy you get when he wears your outfit.

rafe walks through the seats until he finds the one with his name on it, front row. he sits down, scrolling on his phone as people begin to file in until the room is packed full.

he waits as the show begins, models walking down the runway. they don’t shine to him, not like you do when you step out, your face blank in the typical model expression as you strut down the runway, dressed in all denim with a pair of chunky sunglasses on your nose.

rafe is in awe every time he sees you work, whether its watching your fluid poses during a photoshoot or your long legs stomping down a runway.

he waits with bated breath for your second outfit, changing into a slouchy menswear-esque ensemble, only pulled in at your waist as the fabric swishes around your ankles.

he claps when everyone steps out for the final walk, but he doesn’t cheer for the designer, even if it is prada, as he makes eye contact with you, only ever a brief glance while you're walking the runway, knowing if you look for too long you will become entranced with his handsomeness.

rafe waits for you after the show along with some of the other family members or partners of the models, long after all the celebrities have gone, either to an afterparty or on to a different show.

“hey baby.” rafe smiles when you step out, hair still slicked up in a ponytail, face caked with makeup, but now in a pair of loose jeans and a plain white crop top.

“hi handsome.” you coo, pressing your lips against rafes. “did you like the show?” “i liked you in the show.” rafe says pointedly, making you blush. “are we going to the afterparty?” “nah.” you shake your head. “i have that carolina herrera show in the morning, and i want to spend some time with you.”

“i’ll never argue against spending alone time with you.” rafe says, slotting his arm around your waist as you exit the building, surprised when photographers are still waiting outside. you wave briefly before rushing towards the car, knowing the picture of you and rafe are bound to be spread all over instagram and pinterest before you even make it back to your hotel room.

--

“rafe, i’ve got a question.” you hum, stepping out onto the balcony, eyes looking to the ocean. you’re on a paid for vacation by a makeup brand, simply wanting a couple instagram story posts using their products in a get ready with me. you are supposed to be relaxing the rest of the time, but you crept onto your phone to read the latest email from your agent.

“what is it babe?” rafe asks as he pulls you down onto his lap, scantily dressed in only his swimsuit, not that you have worn much other than a bikini this whole trip.

“what would you think about me doing a lingerie photoshoot?” you haven’t accepted any jobs that would call for you to show off a lot of skin or be paired with a male model since you started dating rafe, lucky to be in a place to reject jobs.

“who is it for?” rafe asks.

“calvin klein. i wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t them.” you admit. you find their style of black and white classic photos far more tasteful than traditional lingerie pictures.

“as long as i can be there during the shoot.” rafe says. he’s taken the role of your advocate and protector during photoshoots, easily able to read your face and speak up for you if needed, considering sometimes the models voice gets drowned out.

“of course.” you nod. 

“then absolutely.” rafe pulls you in closer to his body. “i need a new lockscreen anyways.”

you roll your eyes but can’t help the laugh that bursts out of you as you turn towards the ocean, watching the waves roll onto the sand.

--

you step out behind the curtain, a tight fitting sports bra contrasting the loose jeans, slung open and zipper undone to show off your underwear as well as the calvin klein jeans.

you look over to rafe, who has his bottom lip pulled between his teeth as his eyes skate down your bare torso.

you most over to the white backdrop as the photographer begins to test the lighting, taking occasional snaps as things are adjusted.

the photoshoot is run just like any other and you’re finished faster than expected considering they’re solo shots and no change in location or background.

you keep the underwear and jeans on, simply throwing on a sweatshirt before getting into the taxi home with rafe, this time to your new york city apartment, having collected various homes and apartments around the world, depending on wherever you were doing business at the time. you consider the outer banks home though, returning every extended break with rafe.

“did you like the shoot?” you ask when you get home, rafe laying on bed while you tug the sweatshirt and jeans off, leaving you in just the calvin klein bra and panties.

“get over here.” rafe says, not caring about your question. he’s been desperate for you since you appeared from behind the curtain, not even trying to hide it as he watched the photoshoot, your eyes occasionally moving to him, giving him reassurance you were still good.

rafe makes you keep the underwear on, simply pulling it to the side once he’s got your back against the mattress to slide his cock deep inside of you. you push the sports bra up to let your breasts free, rafes palm instantly coming to cover your tit as he thrusts into you.

“i think you should do more shoots like that.” rafe says with a moan, cock pulsing inside of you.

--

“its nice to be back home.” you sigh, quickly applying some makeup, mostly just mascara and a glowy primer. 

“agreed.” rafe kisses your shoulder, watching over your shoulder as you finish and then adjust your white dress, having decided to take a couple pictures on the beach for you to post as well as just enjoy a walk on the sand.

“alright, i’m ready.” you hum as you slip on your sandals. you lace your fingers with rafes before stepping out the back door. “you look handsome by the way.”

the suns golden light illuminates his skin. his outfit is simple, closer to what he wore before the fame. a simple white button down, loose fitting and you are sure would look delicious unbuttoned, showing off his muscles.

“thank you baby.” rafe presses a kiss to your cheek, leading you down the beach until you come across a picnic set up. you glance around before realizing its for you.

“oh my god, its just like our first date!” you gush, stepping away from rafe to look at the spread.

“before we eat, i have a question to ask you.” you turn around to realize that rafe is on one knee, a velvet jewelry box in his hand.

“oh, rafe.” you press your hand to your mouth, tears already coming to your eyes as he opens the box, revealing a sparkling diamond ring. “will you marry me?”

--

“how am i supposed to look good next to a literal model?” rafe asks as he looks towards the camera, looking almost nervous for once in his life.

“we’ve taken pictures together before rafe.” you roll your eyes, adjusting your wedding dress. it’s actually four weeks after your wedding, but you wanted to get professional photos done with your new husband and asked one of your photographer friends who was more than willing to let you into their studio if they could post some of the photos on their instagram and website.

“mirror selfies and shit, this is more serious.” rafe says as you tug him over to the backdrop.

“you look so handsome, babe. don’t worry.” you smooth your hands over his shoulders. “just think back to our wedding day, we took so many pictures then.”

“i was too distracted by how excited i was to marry you.” rafe says, pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder, the oscar de larenta dress you ended up deciding on being off the shoulder. it was a simple dress, but the closer you got you realized how intricate the lace detail is. “you look just like you did on our wedding day though, baby. the makeup artists did a great job.”

“just tanner.” you joke, having gone on your honeymoon already.

you look as the photographer begins to set up their lens, before you turn to whisper to rafe. “you can’t tell?” you question, pressing your hand to your stomach. you know there’s no way you’d already begin to show, considering your baby is no bigger than a seed, but that doesn’t stop you from getting worried about your pregnancy being discovered early.

“not at all.” rafe shakes his head, but can’t hide the smirk that comes to his face, knowing your tummy will soon swell with his child, having made sure of it many times on the honeymoon.

--

“i was thinking about how we could announce the baby.” you tell rafe as you pad into the kitchen. he’s still making the decaf coffee you were absolutely craving, more syrup and milk than coffee.

“how?” he hums, glancing over at you as you lean against the counter, rubbing your stomach, bump now obvious as you’re over 6 months along. you have managed to keep it a secret so far, saying you were taking a break from modeling to focus on your new marriage. there is of course a lot of speculation that you are pregnant, but it is to be expected.

“calvin klein shoot. like before, except i’ve got a big ol’ bump.” you laugh as rafe finishes you coffee off with some whip cream before sliding the mug to you. “and you can be in it too.”

rafe rolls his eyes as you giggle. “come on! the girls love you, you’re so handsome.”

“i’m not a model.” rafe argues back, but he already knows he’s going to agree, he’d do anything for you, his pregnant wife.

“yeah, but you’re hot like a model.” you shrug, taking a sip of coffee.

“i think this is just an excuse to get me shirtless and in underwear.” rafe laughs, pressing a kiss to your upper lip, cleaning off the whip cream that sat on your cupids bow.

“yeah, and what about it?”

--

“you know theres some hormone to make women forget the pain of birth?” you hum to rafe, keeping your voice soft. “because if you remembered then no one would never do it again.”

“really?” rafe whispers, his voice also hushed as to not wake the sleeping newborn cuddled up in his arms, wrapped in a soft hospital banket.

“yeah.” you nod. “but i don’t wanna forget a moment of this.”

“im sure you wont baby.” rafe kisses your head as your tiny daughter squirms in his arms, letting out a yawn in her slumber. “i suppose i need to use a different name for you now that we’ve got an actual baby.”

you giggle, resting your head against rafes shoulder as you look down on your perfect little girl, already an adorable mixture of you and rafe.

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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.

Party Foul

Warnings: fingering at a party 🎉

JJ looked up from his beer just as a gorgeous Kook girl appeared feet from him, clearly breathless and disheveled. Her hair was up in a bun and her clothes were askew like she’d taken them off and hurriedly shoved them back on. She was hot, even in her fearful state.

She was running from someone.

JJ knew that look too well. When her eyes suddenly land on JJ and she makes her way forward, his breathing seems to stop.

“Just go with it.” You insist just as you drop down on JJ Maybank’s lap and burying your face in his warm neck.

“What the—.” JJ’s entire body tenses beneath you but when he feels you shaking, his arms immediately wrap around you as his eyes try to track the source of your discomfort. The raw urge to protect immediately took hold.

“I’m gonna take your hair down.” JJ says softly after a few moments while the party continues around you. You nod, your lips finding his neck and sending a zap of pleasure through his body. JJ fights back a moan as he tugs your hair loose from its tie but he can’t stop his cock from starting to swell.

You whimper, shifting on his lap and against his cock as your intoxicating scent washes over him. You smelled incredible. You felt even better. JJ grits his teeth as his hands tighten their hold on your waist just as Rafe Cameron comes into view, clearly looking for someone. Now JJ felt even better about what he was about to do. His hands slid lower to find the swells of your plump ass and gave a squeeze. Rafe’s eyes scanned the party, not even settling on where JJ was seated before walking off in another direction.

JJ was just about to tell you that Rafe was gone when your fingers tightened in his shirt and your hips rolled just a little. He was fully hard now and there was no hiding it. Your gasp rang in his ear as you did it again. And again.

“Stop.” JJ rasped, his hands squeezing your ass harder in an attempt to halt your movements but you only moved harder. He could feel the heat of your pussy through the thin material of his swim trunks, making his head spin.

“Stop.” JJ bit out again, his hand sliding down the crack of your ass to cup your pussy from behind. You jerked, your tongue coming out to taste the skin on his neck and JJ nearly blew his load right then and there.

“If you don’t stop..” JJ’s words trailed off as you took a chunk of his flesh between your teeth.. and sucked. You marked him. He knew it. He could feel the heat behind your bite and the way your tongue thrashed at the skin.

JJ sucked in a breath as he cupped your pussy harder, dipping his hand low enough to find your slit while his other hand pushed you down harder on his cock. You were trembling again but it wasn’t from fear.

“Is this what you wanted? Use me to get off? Your boyfriend not doing it for you?” Jealousy washed over him at the thought of Rafe touching you and you weren’t even his.

“I’m not close to getting off.” You finally spoke, an edge to your voice that made him smirk. If you weren’t in the middle of a house party, JJ would impale you on his cock and hold you there, not letting you move until you were left a whimpering, begging mess.

“I can feel how wet you are through your fucking shorts.”

“That’s normal when you’re sitting in someone’s lap.” Her smart mouth surprises him and he doesn’t think as he moves his hand between the two of your bodies and dives his fingers under the cuff of your shorts. JJ’s rings dig into your skin as his fingers stroke your slit, the evidence of your arousal no longer a lie.

“So this is normal? It would take nothing for me to slip inside you with all this.” JJ growled, pressing firmly against your clit. You jerked, biting him again in anger. JJ chuckled, circling your clit over and over again until your body shook and your nails pierced his chest through his shirt. You whimper against his neck, fighting the urge to roll your body against his hand.

“Okay.. okay.. stop.. please..” You practically beg, burying your face against his shoulder.

“Not till you cum. Show me how not wet you are or how close you are. Lie to me again.” JJ’s teeth sink into your shoulder and you shatter.

“Oh god..” Your body tightens just as his fingers dip inside your aching pussy and his free hand finds your hair, pulling hard. Your orgasm gushes from you and the only thing muffling your sounds is the music and his shirt between your teeth as you rode out your high.

“Yep. Feels pretty dry to me.” JJ’s sarcasm was evident as his hand slid out of your shorts and you sat up in his lap with a glare. His intense blue gaze didn’t leave yours as he popped two of his fingers into his mouth, tasting you and humming in delight. You licked your suddenly dry lips as he lowered his hand to smirk at you.

“Not bad for a Kook.”

♠️ 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 — CARL GALLAGHER

Experienced!Gentle!Carl x Fem!Virgin!Reader

Contains: Virginity loss, praise, swearing, oral fem!receiving, squirting, gentle sex, unprotected sex, talking through orgasm, slight overstimulation, creampie. Not proof read!

Synopsis: A story in which Carl comes over to your new apartment on the west side because you don’t want to spend the night alone. But things take a sexual turn after you ask him something.

Word Count: 3,191

Disclaimer: All characters are above 18!

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“My turn.” You say with a smug grin.

The two of you were sprawled out on your bed in your new apartment on the west side. Carl came over to keep you company since you had just moved in and had convinced yourself that the trees at night looked like burglars. He teased you for this but didn’t mind being of assistance.

It was a little past midnight, the moon and stars twinkled in the dark night, shining a dim light through the cracks of the blinds. Neither one of you could sleep and finally decided to play a card game to help pass by the time.

The two of you had half the deck of cards and you would both pull a card from the top and flip it over quickly, not knowing what card you’ve dealt. Whoever had the higher number got to ask the other person for something. Whether it was a favor, a dare, or just an embarrassing questions. You hadn’t really bothered to set up any strict regulations so everything was on the table.

Carl rolled his eyes yet again for what seemed like the fifth time tonight. He was convinced that you purposely shuffled the cards like this so you could ask all the questions.

“Go ahead. I’m an open book, anyway.” Carl huffed out, his eyes piercing yours.

“Okay..” you say, adjusting your weight in bed. Your eyes scattering across the room as you thought of what to say. But you had been playing for the past hour and were basically out of questions.

Except for one that kept rattling in your mind. But you refused to ask him that. You have no idea how he’d react and how the conversation would shift afterward. You didn’t want to fuck up the good friendship the two of you had going on.

“What is it, y/n? Spit it out, I can see you wanna ask me something.” Carl retorted, flicking his fingers through his smaller deck of cards.

“No, I can’t ask you that.” You try to chuckle off the embarrassment but your flushed cheeks have it away. “I’m trying to think of something else.”

“Well, clearly you can’t. There’s nothing you can ask me that I won’t answer, so just say what’s on your mind.” He says, his voice low and raspy. Sending shivers down your spine.

You waited a moment for your body to calm its nerves before finally mustering up the courage to ask, “Have you ever..?”

Carl, of course, being the idiot he is, genuinely does not know what you’re referring to as you move your hands in every which way, as if they were going to speak for your lack of words.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” He asks, his brows furrowing. He watched in pure confusion as you truly struggled to find the right words for him.

Finally you sighed and blatantly asked him, “Are you a virgin?”

He paused for a bit, probably just taken aback by your sudden curiosity. But when he didn’t speak it felt like your heart was skipping a beat, just waiting anxiously for his answer.

“I’m not, no.” Carl replied. His gaze ran along your curves for a split second and went back up to your eyes. “What about you?”

Knowing that’s not how the game works you decided to give him an answer anyway, his voice was nearly intoxicating. You just wanted to do anything he said with a voice like that.

“I am.” You say, but then furrowing your brows, and taking back your reply, “Well, sort of.”

“Sort of?” Carl asked, shifting his weight in the bed. Sitting up straight and talk to get a better view of you. “Either you had sex or not.” He chuckled.

“I guess, technically, I am. But I’ve had a boyfriend in the past and I was never comfortable going all out with him but we had done other stuff.” You explain.

He gives you a nod, processing what you said. He really tried to hold his tongue but his curiosity got the better of him.

“What other stuff have you done?” He asks, grabbing your deck of cards from your hands and combining it with his. Completely forgetting the silly card game that started all of this.

He watched as you struggled with your words and fiddled around with your fingers anxiously.

Shit. The last thing he wanted was to make you uncomfortable. You probably thought he was being an asshole right about now. He immediately switched off all the lewd thoughts of you in his head. The thought of you squirming under his touch at all the unfamiliar feelings of immense pleasure that he desired to give you.

“Y/n, you don’t have to answer that. Just ignore I said any-“ he began to mutter out until his lips were met with yours.

For a half virgin you sure were bold. The plushness of your plump lips contrasted against his slightly chapped ones. The kiss started out gentle and sweet and quickly switched to something more hungry and lustful.

A strong arm snaked behind you, gripping the small of your back and gently guiding you to lay down against the soft mattress. Your dainty hands cupped both of his cheeks, drawing him closer into the heated kiss.

He was now on top of you, his body heat making your heartbeat increase and the subtle scent of his cologne filled your nostrils. All of him was purely alluring and you craved so much more. Even if he was your best friend. You couldn’t think of anybody else that you’d want your first time with other than him.

His hands wrapped around your waist, giving the most gentle squeeze as his knee probed against your core. Shamelessly grinding against you, desperate to get just the smallest amount of friction.

But you were a virgin. He didn’t want to rush this.

He pulled away from the kiss and rested his forehead on yours.

“Are you okay with all this?” He huffs out.

“Yes.” You mumbled, poking out your bottom lip. “I want to do this with you.”

It took every fiber in his being not to pounce on you and have his way with you right there and then when those words fell from your mouth. But he knew better than that, he was willing to control his urges to satisfy your needs.

“Okay. Tell me if you want to stop and I will.” He replies, his voice soft and low, sending vibrations all throughout your needy body. Having him on top of you like this was felt like your heart was going to burst out of your chest. You could only imagine how you’d be when his dick pressed its way inside you, filling up your walls.

You sighed at the mere thought. Your lustful gaze never left his hands as his fingers danced around the hem of your shirt. He looked up at you, his eyes taunting you with want.

You nodded, giving him nonverbal permission to remove your top. He slowly pushed it up and pull it over your head.

“This too?” He purrs, his warm breath brushing gently against your soft skin. His fingers hooking around the waistband of your pants, eager to get these off and on the floor too.

“Yeah.” You mumbled. Watching his lips curl up into a smug grin as he pulled your pants down below your waist and tossing them onto the floor.

You were left in nothing but your bra and panties now. You shuddered underneath all his soft touches and gentle kisses he pampered your body with.

Strong hands snaked behind you, struggling at first to unhook your bra. Finally when he was successful he quickly discarded it, just itching to get to your tits.

Needy whines escaped past your lips, watching him squeeze your breasts together and fondle them gentle in his large hands. The softness of your mounds contrasted against his rough hands.

Your hands flatten against his shoulders, clenching onto the soft fabric of his shirt as he took your nipple into his mouth, sinking down as if trying to fit the whole thing in his mouth.

“Oh!” You whimpered as you uncontrollably squirmed under his tongue. Of course, you’ve experienced this before but it was so long ago. You forgot how amazing this felt.

“Carl..” You whine, desperately grinding your core against him. You entire body rocking back and forth from the mattress and up towards his body.

He bummed against your skin, never breaking contact with your tits. His warm, moist tongue swirled effortlessly around the sensitive bud as his other hand gave the other a gentle squeeze.

After a few more moments, Carl unlatches from you and rewards your body with warm sloppy kisses that trickled from your breasts down to your belly. Each kiss felt as if butterflies were swarming all around you and you were floating, just overcome with pleasure.

He groaned against the plush of your skin before muffling out, “So fucking perfect, y/n. I gotta be the luckiest man right now, hm.”

His hands wrapped gently around the outside of your thighs, caressing them slowly as he sat up straight supporting himself on his knees.

His flushed cheeks and hooded gaze fell onto you. Mentally taking thousands of pictures of you so that he could remember this lewd sight of you forever.

He crossed his arms and pulled at the hem of his shirt and quickly pulled it over his head. Your heart fluttered in your chest watching your best friend strip right in front you.

He prodded at his joggers, eager to get those off. He left his briefs on but you could see his very obvious hard on pressing it’s way through the thin fabric. Tingles traveled through your core and throughout your stomach, just pure butterflies of excitement to get this experience from no other than Carl Gallagher.

Warm hands flattened against your knees, slowly spreading your legs for him. Two fingers slithered down and met your clothed pussy. Your cute little whines were music to his ears as he watched you grind against his hand.

“So needy, hm?” Carl whispered. “Are you ready for to make your pussy feel good? I’ma have you whimpering and crying all night.”

You shuddered over his lewd choice of words. Your hands slide down and yanked at the waist and of your panties, desperate to get them off.

“Already a step ahead, huh?” He smirked, giving you a helping hand. “So eager for my tongue, I see.”

He beamed with pure amusement as he slid your panties down past the plush of your thighs and tossing them aside. You were completely nude for me, his body ached desperately for you but he pushed aside his pleasure and catered to yours. He was determined to make tonight all about you.

His warm hands flattened against your thighs, pushing your legs farther apart more firmly this time. As if to keep them there and don’t even dare to move.

He lowered himself to where his mouth aligned up with your cunt. It practically begged to be touched, your juices slipping out of your needy little slit, ready to drench the sheets.

One hand remained on your thigh but the other rested at lower stomach, his thumb pressing up against your puffy clit. A series of choked out moans spewed out from you as he began to rub tight circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Such a pretty pussy. Can’t wait to fill it up with my cum.” He grunted, inhaling the alluring scent you put out for him. “Is that what you want? For me to fill you up to the brim, watching it pour out of you when I’m all finished?”

His words were ringing in your head, they were all so much to process. Your hands flew up to your face, hiding your flustered face before giving him a quick nod of embarrassment.

“No need to get shy now, y/n.” He cooed. “We’re only getting started.”

Without hesitation he moved away his thumb from your aching clit and flattened his tongue against your pussy. The moist muscle licking a stripe from your dripping slit up to your throbbing clit.

“Carl! Holy shit.” You cried out, your body curling up towards his. Your fingers ran through his soft locks as he swirled his tongue against your core. Shamelessly licking and sucking you, simply devouring your needy cunt.

Your hands harshly squeezed around both side of his head, desperately pushing his tongue deeper into your heat. He groaned against your soft skin, sending vibrations all through out. He didn’t mind your sudden roughness, in fact it only turned him on even more than he already was. His neglected cock twitched in his briefs from all the moans and whines you let fall from your lips.

He loved the way he was able to make your body move in ways they haven’t before. He loved that he was the first one to ever make you feel this way. To have you overcome with nothing but pure pleasure.

You legs trembled around him, trying desperately to keep them apart for him but you couldn’t help but clamp them around his head as you felt a familiar pool of warmth build up in the pit of your belly.

“Keep going, please.” You mewl, the grip on his hair getting tighter as he continued the same rhythm against your clit. “So close!”

Shortly after your warning, Carl grunted against as your core feeling your juices flood his mouth. A strangled cry came out of you as you rode out your very deserved orgasm.

He swallowed each and every bit of you juices before lifted up and wiping it from his lips and chin. Giving you that notorious grin of his.

“Bet you never had it like that, huh?” He says, his voice low and raspy.

You sigh out in relief, your chest heaving trying to catch your breath. You shake your head no, “Never. Not like that at least.”

Your pussy fluttered watching him hook his fingers around the waistband of his briefs. Swiftly pull them down and watching his flushed cock spring out, eager to slip inside the tight hole of yours. Ready to bring you orgasm yet again.

He grabbed onto yours thighs and pushed them back, putting your messy pussy on display for him. He beamed with amusement seeing how fucking drenched you were for him. He couldn’t wait to explore your wetness.

He slapped his heavy cock against your clit, your pussy squelched with each movement he made. Rubbing his member along your slick folds, teasing the both of you.

“Are you still positive you’re ready for this?” He huffed out, “We don’t have to keep going if-“

“I’m ready, Carl. I really need you inside me, please.” You cut him off, begging him with needy eyes and pouty lips.

Who was he to deny that? He gave you nod and pressed his dick lowering, searching for your entrance.

He grunted, his nostrils flaring as you let out a shaky exhale as he sank down into your warm cunt. You cried out for him, feeling his member gently press its inside of you.

Your nails dug into his arms, feeling each inch of him slowly make its way inside. Each movement was careful and his eyes never left your face, examining each and every change in your expression. Even if it was slight. He would immediately stop if he suspected that you were in pain.

But you took him so well. You didn’t put up a fuss as he pushed himself all the way inside.

“Fuck, y/n.” Carl sighed, his eyes rolling back into his head. He had no idea how he was going to last from the way your soft, moist walls clenched around his member. You whined feeling him twitch inside you. “You’re squeezing around me so tight.”

He stayed in that position, waiting for you approve his movement as he allowed you to adjust to his size.

He lowered himself, peppering soft kisses along your jaw and the nape of your neck. Brushing his lips against all your sweet spots he found earlier.

“You can move now.” You say, your voice soft and shaky.

He hesitated, pressing his forehead against yours. His lustful gaze never leaving your eyes as he watched every expression change in your sweet face while he slowly rocked his hips back and forth, thrusting his dick inside your hot cunt.

He slowly increased the pace of his thrusts when he knew you could take it, but keeping each movement steady for him to be able to get you to finish first.

Being so sensitive from cumming earlier you were practically meeting underneath his touches. His sweet praises he whispered rang in your ears and the feeling of his tip kissing your cervix with each thrust made your legs shudder and your hips buck up towards him.

“How does it feel? Getting your pussy stretched out for the first time, hm?” Carl hummed through shaky breaths.

Your pussy fluttered, your walls clamping down around his member; earning a low grunt from him.

“So good, Carl.” You choked out, through a series of strangled and muffled moans. “Fill me up, please. I’m gonna cum again.”

He pressed a warm kiss against your forehead, as if saying your very wish was his command.

Your tits bounced as he sped up his thrusts that grew sloppier by the second. He was close too, you could tell by how his cock throbbed inside you.

His groans and your cries filled each other’s ears as the sound of your bodies clapping against each other filled the room.

A devious grin spread across Carl’s face as a hand slithered down your body and his thumb circled around your clit again. You let out a strangled cry, feeling him press up against your aching clit. It was all too much.

“I know, I know. Cum for me, y/n.” He purred. “Squirt all over this dick. Show me how good I can make you feel.”

Shortly after his words of encouragement, your walls tightened around him. You cried out his name, completely unraveling underneath him. Your arousal coated the base of his cock and fingers.

“My turn.” He huffed out. His strong hands flattened against your thighs, pushing them back. You were so overstimulated but you didn’t even care, you cunt hugged around him as he continued to ram his member inside you.

Leaving you a ruined mess as you squirmed against the mattress, “Cum inside, please.” You choked out.

As if waiting on your command, his cock gushed out his hot load of cum. You whined loudly feeling the warmth of his load filling up your walls and slowly pouring out of you.

He fucked his cum back into you with a few sloppy thrusts before finally dragging out his fat cock from your ruined cunt.

“How was I for your first?” He huffed out, with a smirk.

“Perfect.” You say through a shaky sigh.

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Star-crossed lovers

Y/n's POV

Wally’s POV

Author's Note: It's possible that this could turn into a series, but for now, this is just a singular fanfic. If there are any recommendations for future fics or a continuance of this one, my requests are always open ♡

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Drabble Flashbacks

Key:

☆: fluff

◇: angst

♡: smut

Freshman Year

Pt.1 Protection and Cameras 📷 ☆

Pt.2 Ferris Wheel Nerves 🎡 ☆

Pt.3 Ice cream Meltdowns 🍦 ☆

Pt.4 Arcade Nights and Almost Wins 🎮 ☆

Pt.5 Lake day shenanigans 🤪 ☆

Pt.6 Lazy Mornings at the Diner 🍽 ☆

Pt.7 Fireworks and Almosts 🎆 ☆

Sophomore Year

Pt.8 Night swims 🏊‍♂️ ☆

Pt.9 First "Date" 🥤 ☆

Pt.10 Bike Races and Bruised Knees 🚲 ☆

Pt.11 Halloween of 1981 🎃 ☆

Pt.12 Homecoming Proposal 81' 💃 ☆

Pt.13 > Homecoming Dance 🕺 ☆

Junior Year

Pt.14 Late-Night Drive-In 🚗 ☆

Pt.15 Record Store Arguments 💿 ☆

Pt.16 A Mistake That Changed Everything ◇

In progress:

Pt.17 Aftermath - Wally’s POV ◇

Pt.18 Doubt - Y/n's POV ◇

Pt.19 The Truth - Y/n's POV ◇

Pt.20 Collision Course - Wally’s POV ◇

Pt.21 Aftershock - Wally’s POV ◇

Pt.22 Late-Night Diner - Wally’s POV ◇

Pt.23 Rebuilding - Wally’s POV ◇

Based on the tweet below. Unedited. FLUFF!!

Romantic Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader - (Teen Wolf). Ft. Noah.

Imagine... In which, friends don't usually make eachothers heart rate go up as you do, for Stiles.

"Dad, no, I'm meeting Y/n. I don't need that..." Stiles shook his head, refusing the bracelet.

"Like, hell you do!" Noah took no for an answer, slapping the bracelet on his wrists, and securing it. "You heard your doctor... all that werewolf-demon hunting, or whatever, you get Scott into--" Stiles scoffs at that, "has put stress on your heart and you need to keep an eye on it."

"But--"

"No buts." Noah gave him a stern look, "now go, enjoy your date! And dont take that off! I'll know if you do."

Noah sent him off, keeping an eye on him as he went. Making sure Stiles didn't take it off as soon as he stepped out the door.

Rolling his eyes as Stiles mumbled an unconvincing, "it's not a date, we're just friends..." under his breath.

"Yeah, right..." Noah scoffed, "Friends my ass."

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Beep.beep.beep.

"Mm, wait--" you pulled back with a pop, lips chapped, "what is that?"

Beep.beep.beep.

"What's what?" Stiles asked, not caring. Lips pursed and waiting for more.

Beep.beep.beep.

"That!" You exclaimed, bringing him out of his state of bliss and causing him to slap a hand over his wrist, embarrassed, "Stiles, what is that noise?"

"Uhhh, the... oven?" He pouted, cutely, squinting his eyes. A tell of his. "Yeah! I, uh, I left it on." He slaps his forehead with an open palm, "stupid me."

Shaking your head, amused by his antics. You teased, "Stiles... we've been best friends for years and not once, have I known you to cook."

"You don't know that!" He slapped the hand, equipped with the watch, to his chest, appalled. Before slapping it back down, realizing he might've given himself a way. Nonetheless, he didn't relent, still playing into the lie. "I could've taken up baking for all you know."

"Yeah, maybe..." You shrugged, "But we're also miles from your house, remember?" Your words have him surveying the area, to which, he found you to be telling the truth. You both sat on the hood of his beloved Roscoe (something he'd let absolutely no one else but you do) and looking over Beacon Hills.

Gasping dramatically, he let out a cute, "ha! Would you look at that...you can hear my oven all the way from up here," He gazed back at you with a smirk before giving in with a sigh at the look you gave him.

He didn't say anything, he just dropped his wrist into your lap, preparing for the unlimited teasing that was gonna ensue.

"Aww, is the little puppy excited?" You laughed at the way he turned his head. Pouting like the overgrown puppy that he is.

Leaning over to place a delicate hand on his jaw, you motioned for him to look back at you so you were face to face, noses just touching, "well, I think its cute."

"Yeah?" He nudged his nose against yours, all resolve falling at the attention you gave him.

"Yeah..." You leaned in closer, lips pressing deliciously into his and causing the beeping to increase significantly. Damn near breaking it and allowing him to see the truth in his fathers words...

Yeah... we're definitely not 'just friends'.

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