The MC

hm? what’s on my mind? oh nothing, just thinking about stuck up, meankook!reader hate fucking jj until she can’t think straight.

she swears she can stop whenever she wants; that she isn’t addicted to the feeling of his tongue lapping at her sensitive clit or the way his hands grip her spilled tits through her fancy blouse that she just bought ( totally not because it was his favorite color and was so tight against her breast area ).

no, of course not dumbass! why would you even suggest that?

she just loves the way he roughhandles her, slapping her thighs when she attempts to run away from the pleasure.

“where you goin’?” he asks, his words muffled as he slurps at her pussy like a man dehydrated. “m’not done with you yet, princess.”

and when he holds her down, sucking at her clit harshly without a single moment of reprieve? well she can hardly think straight.

“jj, fuck!” your thighs are trembling, and you don’t know whether you want to wrap them around his neck and force him to continue, or push him away.

“jj!” he mocks in a high-pitched tone. he detached from your cunt, much to your annoyance, his head rising just to look you in the eye as he mocks you. “So needy.”

“Shut up,” You grumble, your hand reaching out to latch onto his mess of hair before pushing his head back down to where you need him— your needy cunt.

he chooses to ignore your impatience and continues at his treatment, eating you out so messily that your essence drips from his chin.

“So wet f’me.” He mumbles against your cunt, and you whine— because you are. it was a normal get together at the beach out on the cut. he had been shirtless, manning the bonfire with sweat dripping down his muscles. it really wasn’t your fault! he just looks too damn delicious for his own good, and who was he to resist you pouncing on him?

you had barely made it to the car before you were on him. of course you couldn’t jump his bones in public, you had an image to protect! what a scandal it would be, you could see the headlines now: OBX’s resident bitchy kook queen macking on the golden boy of the pogues!

no.. that could never happen. you’d just have to be his dirty little secret, and he yours.

“jj! D-don’t stop..” you manage to moan out, your back arching at the waves of pure ecstasy rolling through your entire body. every blood cell was alight with pleasure, and you couldn’t help the small whimpers and whines from escaping your glossed lips.

“O-ohmygod, oh my god!” you whimpered, your eyes fluttering shut. jj grinned against your cunt, squeezing you breast in one hand while the other came down to squeeze at your thigh.

“What happened to please?” JJ taunted, sarcastically. if you weren’t so lost in pleasure you would have rolled your eyes. his tongue felt too damn good.

“Dirty pogues don’t deserve my manners.” you managed to choke out, your classism showing even in the most of intimate scenes.

“Oh! f-fuck!” jj’s hand had come to slap down on your cunt, his thumb rubbing at your clit in tight circles, forcing moan after moan to tumble out of your mouth.

“Hm, it seems the kook princess lacks manners. Guess I’ll have to teach you.”

and teach you he did. his cock pistoned in and out of you, reaching heights so deep— you swore you could taste him.

“shit, so tight f’me.. so wet.” jj muttered, more to himself than you. your thighs were at your ears, your body folded like a pretzel as he slammed in and out of you with mean strokes.

“S’too much, jj!” you exclaimed. the feeling of his huge cock dragging through your walls was overwhelming and euphoric.

“Nah, ‘d-dont stop’ remember, slut?” he punctuated the sentence with a shallow thrust, one that caused your eyes to roll back and your cunt to gush around him.

“Mmmhhh~” you were incoherent at this point, something jj loved to see.

“all it takes to shut up the princess is some dick?” jj questioned, his hand slithering between their bodies to rest on your neck. When you didn’t answer, jj squeezed his hand, restricting your airways and causing you to mewl.

“Answer me, baby. You want me to stop?”

“N-No, please don.. don’t stop. S’good.” you were seeing stars at this point, your words slurring together in a delicious tune of cock-drunk.

it was a sight to see! the kook princess, mean and biting in her deprecating words choking on air as the resident pogue bad body drilled her weeping hole. he filled her so deliciously as if his cock was angry.

jj squeezed her throat harder, obstructing her airways and causing her brain to fog deliciously. she could still breath, barely, but the sensation had her creaming around his cock even more if possible.

jj glanced down, a singular droplet of sweat falling from his forehead. he watched as he disappeared in and out of her tight hole, a small moan leaving him at the sight of the pearlescent ring of slick around the base of his cock. “you like me choking you? you’re so fucking dirty.. dirty little slut with a nasty pussy.”

his thrusts sped up, knocking the breath out of your lungs. “JJ.. fuckkk, you’re s-so deep.” you gasped.

a boyish grin spread on jj’s face, the sight of you so fucked out almost made him shoot his load right then and there.

and when you began to fuck back against him? when your hips began grinding up on him? he almost lost it right then and there.

“you gonna fuck me like I deserve or am I gonna have to fuck you?” you managed to breath out, your lips quirking into that bitchy smile that anyone in the outer banks could recognize.

“you don’t deserve a damn thing.” JJ grunted, gripping your hips so tightly, you were sure to bruise. “entitled ass kook.” he spat,

“mhm, but you love it, don’t you?” you shot back, a smug smile tugging at the corner of your lips. your hand came to grip the back of his hair, yanking his hair back just enough for you to trail kisses down his sweaty neck.

“image what your fangirls would say if they saw you this pussy-whipped.” you taunted, baring your teeth against his neck and biting down on the spot you knew made him feral.

“don’t worry about that. what would your little kook friends say if they found out I was slutting their princess out?” jj rebuttaled, his witty remarks enough to make you remember exactly why he was a secret.

“guess we’ll never know— ah!” you shot back. jj’s strokes grew more insistent as he began to near his peak. his head fell to the crook of your neck, a small whine leaving him when he felt the way you clenched around him.

“f-fuck, ohmygosh,” you gasped between moans. your high neared so close, teasing you as you teetered on the edge like a droplet of water in an overfilled glass.

“you’re gonna make me cum..!”

your nails were dragging at jj’s back, whimpers and slurs of ‘so good’ blurring together as you felt your orgasm tease you.

and when it finally hit, the only name you called was jj’s, spasming around him and milking him of everything he was worth.

“fuck, take it! take all of my fucking cum.” jj’s hips stuttered, his hot cum shooting in lines and warming your walls. he was right behind you, moaning into your ear as you gushed around him.

jj maybank was your dirty little secret and it felt soo good.

alright last one for the night

Just thinking about rafe and kook!reader running late for your plans. You were supposed to be leaving righttt about.. now, but the way his lips were moving down your neck was too distracting for your poor little self.

How it all started? Well.. It was your fault really. You should have known better than to wear that white sundress to dinner with both you and rafe’s inner circle of friends. it was really no surprise that it was game over when he caught sight of you in it— it was his favorite after all. It was short, leaving little but enough to the imagination. And the way it hugged your curves? Well, who could blame him?

So, as you slipped on your diamond earrings and you went to tweak that one curl that kept moving out of place, Rafe had crept up behind you with his big hands wrapping around your waist. And when you looked up at him with those doe-eyes, a smile on your face as he complimented you..? He wanted nothing more than to fuck you in the dress.

“No, Rafe, we’re already behind on time.” You had dismissed.

“One kiss,” he had begged, and who were you to not give in?

But you knew your boyfriend. One kiss led to you straddling him, his lips trailing down your neck as you fisted his shirt and rubbed yourself against the crotch of his pants.

and when his hands began to explore your body, your legs were like jelly and your need for him trumped any aspects of time.

that’s how you ended up where you are, bouncing on rafe’s veiny cock with your lips parted slightly.

your hair has begun to frizz with the combined body heat between you two but you were too fucked out to care. your dress was bunched up at your hips, and rafe held your waist, guiding you as you plopped up and down on his dick.

“fuck, baby, riding me so goddamn good.” Rafe groaned, his eyes locked on the way your tits swayed in time with your thrusts.

“shit, rafe!” you mewled, your thighs burning with exertion, but the heat in your belly was too prominent to halt your movements.

rafe shifted slightly below you, allowing his cock to shift inside of you and hit the sweet spot even deeper inside of you.

“ohmygoddd, r-rafe.. you’re so fucking deep.” you cried out. your moans had gotten louder, slurring along with your words as a fog of delirium crowded your brain.

you slowed down, your legs shaking as you struggled to keep up with your own insatiable hunger for your man’s cock. “rafe, m’tired.. please.” you whined.

“aww, my baby can’t keep up?” Rafe cooed, his hands raising to brush that one annoyingly un-uniformed curl from earlier away from your sweat-slicked skin. you shook your head vigorously, your thrusts slowing to sensual grinds of your hips. the way his pubic bone brushed against your clit was enough to make your breath hitch but not enough to make that knot in your stomach snap.

as if sensing your train of though, rafe planted his feet down on the cushioning of your bed and thrusted upward, knocking the wind out of your lungs.

he had set a damn-near animalistic pace, one that had your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your lips parted in a permanent ‘O’.

“yes, yes, yes, fuck! r-right there.” you cried out, your moans almost drowned out by the sound of sloppy skin-on-skin macking.

“is this,” Rafe interrupted his own sentence with a shallow thrust to your g-spot; a thrust that knocked the thoughts out of your brain, “ ‘right there’?”

you couldn’t even reply, too fucked stupid to even think up a response. but that was okay, because rafe didn’t falter from your inability to speak. instead, he continued, abusing that spot until you were creaming around his thick cock and moaning his name over and over and over and..

“rafe! w-we’re supposed to go to..” you trailed off, your hands gripping the sheets like a lifeline as the Cameron man plowed you from behind.

you thought he was done with you? after seeing you cum around his cock, he couldn’t resist hearing the sounds again, but with your head buried in the sheets!

your dress was still bunched up around your hips, and rafe was using it as a tether, holding onto it tightly as he fucked you doggy style.

“‘don’t give a fuck.” Rafe grunted out, his hips never faltering. “fuckkkk, gripping me so tight, baby. you really want me to stop fucking this needy little cunt?”

his thrusts were like natural disasters, seemingly never ending as they never faltered. he was so deep in you, hitting spots that made you drool.

and the way your ass recoiled against his thrusts, complimented by the beautiful white of your dress? rafe swore he was in heaven. his hand came down, striking the globes of your ass over and over, watching as your skin turned red and your writhed underneath him.

“god, you’re gonna be the death of me.” rafe groaned. his head was thrown back, the feeling of you all wet and warm for him, and squeezing him so nicely— how kind of you :)

you lifted your head slightly, your eyes trailing to the digital alarm resting on the bedside table

5:56 p.m.

“baby, we’re already twenty minutes—“ your high-pitched warnings were cut off by rafe’s hand gripping your hair, pushing your head back into the sheets as he picked up tempo.

“shhhhhhh, don’t worry about that, baby.” He breathed out. He leaned over you, pressing his weight against your back as he nipped at your earlobe. “Just let me take care of you and this slutty pussy.”

you moaned in response, pushing back against him and almost whimpering when he pressed against your g-spot. his cock was so prominent in you, the heaviness dragging along your walls and painting stars in your vision.

“M’gonna.. oh fuck! M’gonna cum!” you whined, the heat in your stomach causing your toes to curl and your back to arch.

“cream on my cock.” rafe demanded, his hips never faltering as he slammed into you again and again.

you gripped the sheets harder, your perfectly manicured nails ripping small crescent-shapped tears into your expensive sheets. your eyes rolled back and your orgasm hit you hard. wave after wave of euphoria crashed over you and it wasn’t until you came completely down from that indescribable high that rafe pulled out and wrung his own orgasm over your dress, tainting the fabric. his moans were heaven and it made you wet all over again, but you digressed as you were on a time crunch.

your breath heaved as you glanced at the clock again.

6:02 p.m.

Now you were really late.

and to think all of this was because you wore a sundress.

oh well!



I’m sick to my fucking stomach 😄

Rebecca Yarros count your mf days.

Violets second signet being a manifest of Andarna’s biological pacifistic nature makes so much sense and lowkey adheres well for her.

Xaden was giving angst the ENTIRE book like the WHOLE duration and I LOVED IT!!

Ik I said Xaden was hubby but to actually BECOME HUSBAND???? Sick.

Then he ghosted her 😍

I CRIED when Andarna and Violet’s bond was severed and I don’t feel like it was touched on well here, honestly. I also sobbed when Quinn died :(

Poor Imogen.

And Dain?? Ok hear me out, I’ve been a dain apologist since Iron Flame.. he’s just so dad coded yk?

And Sloane being a ride or die for Vi? Ate it tf up

Also Ridoc lover over here!!

Rebecca Yarros needs to bust out the typewriter bc I can’t wait 1+ years for the next book. Honestly, the cliff hangers are KILLING me!

TWO WEEKS LATER..



‧₊˚ CHAN !

‧₊˚ MINHO !

‧₊˚ CHANGBIN !

‧₊˚ HYUNJIN !