Jj Maybank/Rafe Cameron x Reader Smut

Chemistry//JJxReader

There was no denying it: You liked JJ. It's been years of flirting and stolen glances. You couldn't help  but adore his smile or notice how hot it was when he ran his long fingers through his tousled blonde hair. You definitely liked his eyes the most, especially the way they bore into yours during a deep conversation. He gave you butterflies like no other boy had.
At the moment, he was surfing with the rest of the Pogues, and all you could do was stare. His tan torso glistened under the suns rays, defining his abs as he adjusted his body to move with the waves. It looked so easy when he did it, but you knew from experience that it was low-key hard to surf.
You could've watched them, well, mostly JJ, surf for hours. Instead, you pushed yourself off the sand and made your way inside. You made your way through the living room, making a pit stop at the bathroom, and then headed to kitchen. You hadn't ate since this morning, and it was already three o'clock, so you began preparing to make a sandwich.
You took all the cold ingredients out the fridge: Lettuce, ham, cheese, tomato, pickles, and mustard. Yeah, you like everything on it, unlike Kie, who just ate it plain with ham and cheese. You grabbed the bread off the counter, and noticed as soon as you opened it, there was mold.
"Hey, y/n, you making us all sandwiches?" JJ hollered as he walked through the house, straight towards you. "'Cause I'm starving."
"I, uh, well no. I was making myself a sandwich, but the bread is moldy. What do you call a sandwich with no bread? Like, is it low calorie or something? Anywho, imma still eat some ham and cheese, maybe see if we got some crackers somewhere." You didn't look at him, knowing how sexy he'd be with water dripping down his chest from his messy hair. The thought alone made you blush.
He didn't say anything, so you started searching through the cupboards, standing on you tippy toes to reach the top ones. You began opening up the higher cupboard near the fridge, and felt two warm, strong hands grab your hips and lift you up. You squealed like a little girl. You quickly looked into it-no crackers in sight.
JJ planted your feet back on the ground and then turned you to face him. His face was incredibly close to yours, so close that you could smell his signature weed and mint mixture.
"I like making you scream," he stated, his eyes seemingly turning a darker shade of blue.
"Um," you cleared your throat. How the fuck do you respond to something like that? You couldn't even think with his hands still gripping your hips. His eyes didn't leave yours, but you couldn't help but let yours wander down to his lips. Pretty and pink and waiting to be kissed. You didn't though, because the fear of him not feeling the same overcame the lust.
"So, no crackers, no bread, what am I supposed to eat?" God, the way he phrased things made everything sound so dirty. You met his eyes again
"I don't know, maybe you try looking." You quickly wriggled out of his grip, and all of a sudden, you could think again. You went back to the ingredients, resting yours palms on the warm counter and sighing. We're you really gonna just gonna eat them without bread?
And just as quickly had you escaped his arms, he entrapped you in them once again. This time, he had wrapped them around your exposed stomach. You wished you hadn't worn your red bikini today, and instead a shirt, but that was normal attire around here. His fingers rested just above the hem of your denim shorts.
He rested his head on your left shoulder, lips touching your ear. You didn't know what to do. You could feel butterflies in your stomach, and also, a warm sensation just a little lower. Oh my God, you were kinda turned on. Your breathing had instantly quickened, and your mind was no longer focused on lunch.
"So, I think I figured out what to eat," he whispered, his warm breath on your neck causing goosebumps to form. Was this really happening? No way, right? A train wreck of thoughts started running through your mind, but were halted abruptly when his right hand traveled up to your neck. He began leaving a trail of kisses across your jawline before turning you around to face him.
"You think I didn't know you've had a little crush on me? We've been friends since third grade, y/n. I notice when you cross your legs when I put a hand on your thigh. I notice your gaze wandering elsewhere when we're talking. It's okay though, cause I think you're hot too."
His arms had moved back down, this time hovering slightly above your ass. You really couldn't think. He liked you, wait, he didn't say that. He said you were hot, and that he knew YOU liked HIM. He never said he had a crush on you. Your face fell.
   "Y/N," JJ said, tilting your chin up with his finger. "I-you're not just hot. I've had a crush on you since the day you came into my life. And I think on that same day, I knew I loved you."
   He bent down and kissed your lips gently. His mouth fit against yours like the pieces of a perfect puzzle. It was your turn to wrap your arms around him, so you reached around his neck, softly fisting his hair in yours fingers. It was as soft as you imagined.
   You kissed him back, losing any fear you had, and replacing it with the lust and love you've had for him. His gentle pace slowly turned rough, his tongue slipping into your mouth, and his hands roamed your body. You kissed him until you ran out of breath.
   You pulled away, and you could swear he could hear your hearting beating in your chest.
   "I've wanted to kiss you forever, you know," you admitted.
   "I've wanted to do that... and more, for as long as I remember." His eyes were full of lust, and you suddenly felt ALL of him pressed against you.
   "And more?"
   "Yeah." And with that answer, you jumped up to wrap your legs around him, and he caught you, hands flying straight to your ass. He started kissing you again, mumbling "guest room" before practically running into it and slamming the door.
   He layed you on the bed before standing back up, placing his hand on his hips. "You sure you wanna do this?"
   His boner was quite prominent in his pineapple-decorated swim trunks. You looked him up and down, savoring the sight in front of you. It wasn't your first time, but it was your first time with him. You didn't want to do anything wrong, but your answer was definitely a yes. You shook your head up and down.
   "I need you to be vocal, babygirl." Oh, lord. That nickname? Hot as fuck.
   "Yes, JJ."
   And with that, he was back to kissing, hands tugging on your shorts. You laid back and watched him unbutton and pull them down with hungry eyes. Once they were off, you clamped your thighs together. You were definitely wet, and trying to hide it only egged JJ on. He spread your legs with his strong arms.
   "Don't hide from me, baby. You're beautiful." That boosted your confidence enough for you to untie your bikini, letting it slide off your arms and exposing your boobs. You nipples instantly hardened from being exposed. He moaned at the site.
   A little too eagerly, JJ shoved off his swim trunks. You had assumed he was average, maybe less than with the ego he carried with him everywhere. You were wrong, so very wrong. He ducked down, sitting on his knees as he slid down the last piece of cloth left on your breathtaking body.
   The sight of you already wet for him made him moan. He had wanted to taste you so badly for God knows how long. He moved closer, kissing up your tan thighs, following the subtle stretch marks he knew you hated but that he loved so much. He reached your center and licked a long stripe straight up the middle.
  The feeling of his tongue against your most intimate place made your back arch. He kept teasing, kissing everywhere but where you needed him. You moaned so loud that he reached a hand up to cover your mouth.
   "We gotta be quiet, what if the others come back?" He removed his hand.
   You smiled down at him. "They'll be surfing for at least another hour and you know it.
   He grinned, silently agreeing with you. With no warning, he slipped his tongue inside you. You tasted so good, like a melting vanilla ice cream cone on a hot summers day. He focused his attention on your clit, causing you to moan again. This time, he didn't quiet you.
   His tongue swirled faster and faster. He hadn't even entered you and you could already feel a knot in your stomach forming.  He entered a single digit into you, and quickly realized how turned on you really were. He could easily fit another, so he did.
   "Fuck, JJ." The sound of you moaning his name only made him work harder, faster, to get you to your high. It turned him on so much to see you a moaning mess underneath his touch. You glanced down, and with that image in your head, your legs began shaking as you held back your orgasm.
   "Cum for me, y/n." On his command, you thighs clenched around his head and the knot in your stomach burst. One hand gripped the sheets and the other found it's way into his hair, again.
   "I- uh, fuuuuuuck. Yessss." Your hips bucked into the air one last time, before the clouds of ecstasy had begun to fade away. You couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. You'd never cum that fast. You didn't realize until now how much of a sex god he really was.
   You started to sit up, wanting to give him the same feeling, but he grabbed onto your sides and eased you back down.
   "Wha-."
   "Don't get me wrong, I'd love to see your mouth wrapped around my cock, but you know what I'd love to see even more? Me, slipping in and out of you, hitting your gspot over and over until you shake. I want to hear you scream my name, begging to cum on me, or begging me to cum in you. Understand?" You nodded. "Words, babygirl."
   "Yes, JJ," You managed. He crawled over you, positioning himself against your entrance. His tip brushed your clit, and your eyes fluttered closed. He took that as his cue and he eased himself into you, inch by inch, until his full length was inside of you. It kinda hurt, cause you'd never taken eight inches, but he moved and pleasure quickly replaced the pain.
   He placed each of your legs on his shoulders. The position made him go deeper inside of you, hitting your g-spot over and over again, just like he wanted. A slur of words escaped your mouth as your hands flew to his back, clawing hard enough that the marks would remain for days.
   JJ was already about to cum just from looking at you, but he wouldn't until you were ready. This was for you, not him. He got off by turning you on, and the sight below him was glorious. Your tits bounced in time with his movements, and your hair was messy, strands sticking to you sweat-glistened face. Your mouth formed an "o", and he knew you were getting close.
   He sped up, and while doing so, kissed your plump pink lips. The taste was of vanilla and cinnamon, and  he was surprised he didn't notice it before. You tried kissing him back, but you were about to unravel and all you could really do was moan into his mouth. He wanted to chuckle, but thought better, and instead slowed his motions.
   "I fucking love you. I'll always love you. Please, cum with me," he breathlessly moaned.
   "I love you, too." He stopped kissing you and rested his forehead against yours. His thrusts became deeper but uncontrolled. He was close, but he was holding back for you.
   "I'm gonna-."
   "Me too." You both came moaning each other's name loud enough for the whole town to hear. He collapsed onto your chest, breathing heavily as his high hit him. He'd filled you up with hot, sticky ropes of cum and the thought made your orgasm last a little longer.
   As you regained your thoughts, you brought a shaky hand up to his chiseled jawline. He had enough strength to hover over you slightly.
   "That was fucking amazing. You're amazing, and beautiful, and gorgeous. Like, you're perfect." He grinned. He looked so good and innocent. Unguarded. You hadn't seen him look like this in a long time.
   "No you're perfect, JJ Maybanks."
   "I know you DID NOT just fuck!" A scream came from the other side of the door. John B. JJ raised an eyebrow, a silent 'I told you so'. You both immediately started laughing histerically.