#cameron!reader

He kisses you again slow and easy, the way he knows you like it. His lips press into yours like a question he’s asked before but still isn’t sure of the answer. His hand ghosts along your waist, warm and hesitant.

“You sure?” he murmurs against your mouth.

You nod before you think. Then freeze. A beat. Another. And then “No.”

JJ pulls back an inch, his breath steady, eyes scanning yours.

“Okay,” he says instantly, like he means it, like he’s used to pulling back. But something flickers across his face sadness, or maybe restraint—and you hate yourself for making him feel either. “It’s not that I don’t want to,” you whisper, fingers bunching the fabric of his hoodie. “I do. I just… I’m scared.”

He smiles softly. Not mocking. Just JJ, softening all your edges. “I know, we can just do it dry.” He smirked.

His mouth finds yours again, and it’s messy this time needy, open, tongue sliding hotly over yours. You whimper, fingers fisting in the front of his shirt, hips lifting toward his instinctively.

“Fuck,” he breathes against your lips. “You do that again and I’m not gonna last.”

You grind up again anyway. Can’t help it. You’re soaked through your underwear, thighs clenched around his hips, needy in a way you’ve never felt before.

he shifts his weight, presses his hips down into yours with purpose—and fuck, the pressure is perfect. His hard length rubs against you through his jeans, and even with the barrier of your panties and shorts, it’s blinding. You gasp, nails dragging down his back.

“Jesus,” he groans, grinding again, slower this time, dragging the ridge of his big buldge against your clothed core. “You feel that, baby?”

You nod frantically, unable to speak.

He sets a rhythm—rolling his hips into you, pelvis grinding right against your clit. Every rock sends a sharp jolt of pleasure through your body. Your legs lock around him, desperate to pull him in harder, closer, deeper—though there’s no deeper to go like this.

“You’re fuckin’ soaked,” he mutters, voice wrecked. “So pretty, so pretty.” You let out another moan and just then you got a call making you both halt your moments and groan.

Rafe launched at John B to which he evaded quickly. Before you knew it, Rafe was on the floor with John B straddling him, throwing punches at Rafe's face. You see your brother's face get bloodied and you started to get nauseaous. You have never seen that much blood, and you froze. With shaky hands, you took your phone to call him, "Barry, please help," was all you said. You hear Barry on the phone frantic, asking where you are and if you were okay. You didn't respond as you let the phone fall to your side. You catch your breath as John B threw another punch at Rafe. It seemed like he was motionless and for a second, you thought he was dead. You see Sarah crying. You couldn't move. You feel a tight knot in your stomach preventing you to breathe. Breathe, you told yourself. Breathe.

"What the hell-" Barry said as he entered the room. At this point, Rafe was on the brink of passing out.

"That all you got, pogue!" He hissed at John B to which John B continued throwing punches.

"Get off of him, man!" Barry, with one quick motion, lifted John B off of Rafe.

"Stay out of this!"

"No," Barry said. "Come on, give me your best shot, boy," he taunted John B.

John B hesitated but he was so angry that he threw a punch at Barry to which Barry dodged. He quickly punched John B in the gut, and then he was on the floor, his hands on his stomach, groaning.

Rafe took this opportunity to kick John B in the stomach while he was still on the floor from Barry's punch.

"Rafe, stop it!" Barry said, getting in between Rafe and John B. The other pogues quickly went to John B helping him on his feet. You felt Sarah hold your hand before running to John B.

"Walk it off, Rafe," Barry said.

"Nah man, I'm not done yet-"

"Yes you are homie! Now walk it off," You flinched as Barry shouted at Rafe. You've never heard him speak that loudly to anyone.

For a while, you stood there and saw everything in slow motion. Guess the fight's over? You said to yourself. Why can't you move your legs? You looked down at your own hands, they're still shaking. You can't seem to stop them from shaking. Am I about to have a breakdown? Your breath hitches.

"Babe?" You looked up slowly to see Barry walking towards you. Everyone was gone. Rafe's inside. The pogues left with Sarah. How long were you standing there? It was only a few seconds but it felt like forever.

"Hey hey, it's fine now, come here."

Barry took your shaking hands, gripped them to let you know it will be okay, and wrapped you in an embrace that you leaned into naturally.

"I didn't know what else to do," your voice was shaky and you feel your tears at the back of your eyes threatening to come down.

"Shh I know baby," Barry said as he stroked your hair and eyed you carefully, observing your every expression. "Thank you for calling me."

when he doesn't answer immediately, she's stamping her pajama-clad foot and stomping in closer. "rafe! it's bedtime!" she reminds him, and the gaming controller in her elder brother's hand nearly falters.

"where's rose?" he grunts, hissing under his breath when he's nearly wiped out from the game, while topper manages to hook a hand around her back and pull the toddler up and onto his lap. "you can't do bedtime with her?"

she wines against topper's lap but still slumps against his chest, waiting for rafe's termination so she can slide grumpily into his lap. "i don't want rose!"

when the screen flashes red in its reveal of his defeat, he tosses the remote onto the couch - which is crooked in its placement in the corner of his bedroom, and with a heavy sigh, extends his hands out to his younger sister.

with a sated giggle, she's preening for the male, little feet kicking at topper's thighs when rafe slips his hands around her rib cage and lifts her off the male's lap. "we're gonna be quiet, right?" he assures, settling back into the couch so that she can drape herself over his chest. "and we're going to sleep."

"promise." she affirms, nuzzling her cheek into his shoulder with a dopey, tired grin. "night night rafey."

“Right, I forgot I'm only good enough to make you cum over and over again, but not good enough for people to know that it’s me making you wobble to your little brunches at the club.”

“Oh my god JJ,” you rolled your eyes and let out a loud sigh “are you going to keep talking about this or actually fuck me?”

“What if I don’t huh? What if I just leave you here dripping wet and needy?” He knew he wouldn’t do that. Even if it wasn’t for you, he would still fuck you just to get his dick wet.

“I could always tell my brother…but then he’d probably kill you and I would lose all the hot sex we have. Or…I could go find another boy who’s dick could never fill me up as good as yours does, record him fucking me like a stupid whore, and then send it to you to show you what you’re missing out on. How does-“ his lips crashed into yours as he pinned you to the wall, his hand firmly wrapped around your throat.

You let out a small moan and smirked against his lips in satisfaction. He could deny it, but you always got what you wanted. At the end of the day, he was still just a horny guy and you were an incredibly attractive girl who gripped his cock so fucking well. Just a ‘pretty and desperate cock sleeve’ as JJ said.

“Was this your plan baby? Get me all worked up so I would be real mean to you just like you want?”

“I don’t know what you mean JJ” you smiled in feign innocence.

“Come on princess, you’re not that dumb. We both know you get fucking soaked when i’m mean to you, all because you’re a desperate and needy whore.” you let out a small whimper at his words and clenched together your thighs.

“JJ, please” you’re begging him by this point. You want him to fuck you so bad and give you what you desperately need.

“Turn around and show me how bad you want it” a smug look was on his face as he turned you around and made you hold onto the wall.

You pushed your hips against his, grinding against his cock while pulling off your skirt, feeling him get harder and harder. He let out a small moan at the feeling before grabbing your hair in his hands and turning you to face his cock. “Look at the mess you made on my shorts baby, such a fucking slut”

“Sorry” you smirked, until he pulled his cock out of his shorts , pushed you to your knees, and shoved it into your mouth causing you to let out a muffled gasp of surprise.

His head fell back as he fucked your face, groaning when you gagged on his cock and tried pulling yourself off for air. His grip only tightened, holding you right where he wanted you.

“Where do you think you’re going? You wanted to be treated like a slut so bad so fucking take my cock down your throat whore” he was being so mean and it was only causing you to grow wetter. You took your hand between your legs and began rubbing your clit desperate for some relief.

JJ noticed what you were doing, your pathetic little whines giving you away, and slapped your face to get your attention. “Did I fucking say you could touch yourself?” you gave a weak ‘no’ “Then why the fuck are you touching yourself bitch?! Hands off, all your attention should be on me and my cock.”

You pulled your hands away from your swollen and throbbing clit and began sucking faster, moaning around him from how turned on you were. Your hands moved to cup his balls and play with them to make sure he felt as good as you could make him, while also hoping he was close so you could get some attention too.

“Stop,” you kept going anyway as you were too in the zone to fully understand what was said, “I said stop! Fucking listen to what you’re told for once in your goddamn life.”

He pushed you off and gave you another slap in the face for not filling his orders when you were first told, loving the fucked out look in your eyes and the small layer of sweat forming on your body. Your breathing was heavy as you tried to finally catch your breath, but that was cut short as JJ pulled you into a rough kiss.

“You’re so beautiful baby, my pretty girl” he cooed and it made your head spin from how quickly he could switch personalities.

“Thank you J, I'm just confused because you didn’t cum. Why did you push me off?” he grabbed your chin and smirked before pulling you back up and pinning your hips to the wall.

“Because I want to fill this perfect little cunt up with my cum baby. You want it?” you eagerly nodded your head yes while pushing your hips back.

He lined the head of his cock up with your dripping entrance and slowly pushed inside of you, groaning at the feeling of you clenching around him. You threw your head back and let out a moan at the feeling of finally being filled up like you wanted this whole time. He checked with you to see if he could move and began harshly thrusting into you when you gave him confirmation. Your knees were weak and you felt like you were going to collapse to the ground from the immense amount of pleasure you felt and JJ could see it so he wrapped his arms around you to keep you steady.

“Fuck princess, you’re taking my cock so well. Such a good girl” his lips moved to your neck and began leaving small kisses. Groaning when you’d clench again and tightening his grip around you in return.

“You feel so good JJ, you fill me up so well. Love your cock so much” you whined out, moving one of your hands to grip his forearm.

His thrusts were getting faster and more sloppy as you felt yourself getting closer to coming. Your hand moved to pull him in for a kiss, letting out pathetic whimpers each time you felt his balls slap against you and his cock hit just the right spot inside you.

“You close baby? Going to make a mess all over my cock?” he mumbled against your lips.

“Fuck, yesss”

He reached one hand down to your clit and began rubbing it, the new feeling causing your eyes to roll back and breathing to become labored. The sound of skin slapping, JJ groaning and letting out whimpers of his own, and the sound of you being rescued to a whimpering and stuttering mess filled the room and you just hoped nobody was around to hear the filthy sounds.

“You want to cum? You want me to fill this pretty pussy with my cum sweetheart?” you gave a weak nod “Then fucking cum slut! Let me have it all baby, milk me dry. Fuckkkk” he groaned, the both of you seeing stars as you came undone together.

Your legs were shaking as he gave a few final thrusts, one hand holding you up as the other groped your tits harshly. Once he emptied his load into you, he pulled out and let out a laugh as he watched you collapse.

“Woah there shaky legs, come here. I’ve got you baby” he spoke in a soft tone, taking your hands and helping you stand up and not letting go of you until you could stand on your own.

He gave you a gentle kiss and pushed the hair out of your face so he could admire how beautiful you looked before the both of you left and went your separate ways. You gave him a lazy smile before the both of you got dressed and fixed yourselves in the mirror. As soon as you managed to make yourself look presentable again, you began walking to the front door but were stopped as JJ grabbed your wrist gently and stopped you.

“What is it?” He gave you a nervous look before speaking.

“I-I think I like you. Like actually like you and not just in a using you for sex way. You’re a fucking bitch and I should hate you, but I don’t. There’s like these little moments where it’s like you slip and there’s this caring side to you, like you feel the same way and just keep it hidden. The sex is a great bonus, but I just feel like deep down you want something more.” you looked at him in shock, where the hell was this coming from?

“JJ-“ he cut you off.

“Look, I know you probably don’t feel the same and I'm just making this shit up. But tell me you don’t feel the same and I'll leave it alone, but I don’t think I can keep doing this if you don’t. So please just tell me”

“I-“ you pondered in thought for a moment “You’re right. I don’t feel the same way, you’re a fucking pogue JJ. I’m literally like kook royalty, i’m fucking filthy rich and come from a great family. I would never be caught dead dating someone like you. You just fuck me good, maybe it is better that we don’t continue this anymore. Don’t need you thinking you actually have a chance” you have him such a cold laugh and spoke with such venom in your voice. It was one you’d never given him before, sure you’d tease him and give him the occasional mean comment but you’d never been so cruel to him before.

“Fuck you. I’m done with this shit” he scoffed, he would’ve accepted the rejection. There was no reason to be such a giant bitch to him.

“You’re lucky I don’t tell my brother and his friends you creep! They’d fucking kill you and i’d never have to worry about you again” you shouted at him after he left the room, his retreating figure getting harder to see as he walked away.

What you didn’t know was that Rafe had seen him walk out of the bathroom and you walk out of the same stall right after.

“What the fuck was he doing with you huh?” you jumped at the sound of your brother's voice and turned to face him, his face a mix of anger and confusion as he walked closer to you.

“Rafe um, he was just-“ then it hit you. You could save your ass and take out all your mixed feelings on JJ at the same time “he trapped me in there, something about wanting to talk to me about you and your friends and to teach us stupid kooks a lesson. He’s fucking crazy Rafe! I don’t want him near me anymore, i’m so scared of what he might do to me” the crocodile tears you’d learned from Sarah finally coming in handy.

Rafe clenched his jaw and sucked his teeth at the new revelation. He called over Kelce and Topper over from where the group had been taking a break from golf and they quickly appeared next to him, growing concerned at the sight of your tears.

“We have a new target boys. That Maybank kid, fucker hurt my sister and now we hurt him” the other two nodded in agreement with no hesitation as Rafe pulled you into his arms.

“Don’t worry baby sis, we’ll take care of him. He’ll never hurt you again” you sniffled, wrapping your arms around him, and nodded into his shoulder while smirking in satisfaction.

rose swallows thickly, trying to placate the young girl's petty attitude with whispered promises of dessert if she just takes a bite, but she's having none of it. the woman glances over at rafe, who's jaw is ticking with annoyance, the grip on his fork tightening. "just take a bite," he grumbles, sitting back against the wooden backing of the chair, raising a brow at the girl.

she huffs, arms crossing over his chest. "i don't like it!" she mewls, crocodile tears already weighing at her lash line while her feet kick angrily against the chair. "i don't want it!"

the metal utensil clatters against the glass plate as rafe drops it, reaching over to grab her paw patrol patterned fork. "just give it a try, won't you?"

he's had enough of the perturbing whines, the inability to calm herself when asked to, and her grumbling resistance to everyone at the table, even if she is a toddler with the inability to regulate her own emotions. rose takes a slow sip of her pinot grigio, fingers tightening the glass' stem. "no." she gripes firmly, mirroring her brother's scowling expression. "i. don't. want. to."

rafe gathers up a spoonful of mashed potatoes on the pink spoon and brings it closer, trying to wrestle back his annoyed expression into an excited one. "just give it a try. for me? promise, i'll take you out to go get bubblegum ice cream when we're done, alright?"

her frown falters for a second before she's slowly straightening up in her chair, tucking her feet underneath her bottom. "ice cream?"

"rafe?" her voice is so small against the blaring bass of the perturbing rap music that thunders through the cameron mansion, that he's forced to dip his head down to catch her next words. "where's teddy?"

with a huff, he's pawing blindly at the couch he's lounging on, throwing around the throw pillows he had previously snipped at rose to throw away in search of the silly toy. "where'd you put it, kiddo?"

she's whining against his pectoral now, little legs kicking at his side with impatience. "rafe, teddy!"

rafe glances at her, snorting through the fog that his recent drug inhaling has settled over his eyes, finding the stuffed animal tucked neatly into the crevice of the couch cushions. "yo cameron!" a shout to his right diverts his attention as he clumsily shoves the teddy into her arms, and he quickly returns the inquiry with a: "'sup, man? what you want?"

"you got a gram?"