moondustedlily

[moondustedlily]

seven days undone r.c

pairing: rafe cameron x reader

warnings: 18+ mdni!! smut, rough sex, degradation, praise, choking, possession, dacryphilia, creampie, overstimulation, multiple positions, choking, light pain play(???),language, petty behavior, relationship tension, arguing, possessive!rafe, boyfriend!rafe, light manhandling, detailed descriptions of emotion and body language, established relationship

words: 10.3k

note- based on this ask. i hope this is good enough????

it started with the way he’s leaning in the doorway. one shoulder pressed to the frame, the other hand dragging down his jaw like he’s keeping himself from saying something worse than what’s already passed between you. he’s looking at you like he can’t decide if he wants to apologize or snap, and that flicker in his eyes tells you he’s closer to the second option.

“you’re really not gonna drop this?” his voice is rough, impatient, like you’ve been circling the same point for hours.

“drop it?” you repeat, eyebrows shooting up. “rafe, you literally flirted with her right in front of me.”

he groans, head tipping back against the frame like he’s physically exhausted from hearing you talk. “it wasn’t flirting. i was just being nice.”

“you touche her arm,” you remind him, each word deliberate, pointed. “you laughed at every dumb thing she said, and you let her stand there with her hand on your chest for, like, thirty whole seconds.”

“i was talking,” he bites back, stepping further into the room. “what do you want me to do, shove her away?”

you cross your arms, holding his gaze without flinching. “oh, god forbid you be rude to some random girl who’s clearly into you. wouldn’t want to bruise her ego.”

his jaw tenses, and his nostrils flare in that way they do when he’s about two seconds from losing it. “you’re making this into something it’s not.”

“no,” you say, taking a small step toward him, just enough to make your point sting. “i’m calling it what it is. and what it is, is you enjoying the attention.”

the corner of his mouth twitches—almost a smirk, but not quite—and you can tell it’s the wrong thing for him to do right now “you’re jealous,” he says, he’s testing you.

you laugh, sharp and humorless. “i’m not jealous. i just don’t like my boyfriend actig like he’s single.”

rafe takes another step, close enough now that you can smell the faint bite of his cologne, but you hold your ground “you think i’m gonna leave you for her?” his tone is almost mocking, but there’s an edge under it, like he’s daring you to answer wrong.

“no,” you admit, tilting your head, “but you sure as hell didn’t look like you remembered you had me.”

he stares at you for a beat, breathing heavier now, and you can see his knuckles flexing like he’s resisting the urge to grab you “you’re being dramatic,” he mutters, but it’s quieter this time, almost like he knows he’s losing the upper hand.

you smile, stepping back just enough to put space between you. “or maybe you just don’t like when i’m right.”

he exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair, and you watch the muscles in his jaw shift as he grinds his teeth “you’re not gonna let this go?”

you shrug, pretending to think. “not tonight.”

he scoffs, a sharp sound that bounces off the walls. “don’t act like you didn’t do the same thing at topper’s party last month.”

your stomach drops, heat rushing straight to your face. “excuse me?”

“you heard me,” he says, his voice rising now. “standing there with evan, all giggly and leaning into him like you didn’t know i was right there.”

you blink at him, stunned—not because you don’t remember it, but because he has the audacity to pull it out like some kind of gotcha moment. “rafe, are you serious? evan is literally your friend. and i wasn’t touching him. i was talking. but you? you let that girl pet you like a damn golden retriever in front of half the island.”

“you’re exaggerating,” he snaps, his voice sharp.

you laugh, but it’s loud and humorless, a sound that makes him flinch just slightly “oh, fuck it. you know what? fine. you want to act like that? then i’m done.”

his brows knit together, confusion sliding over his anger. “done with what?”

“done letting you touch me until you learn how to act like my boyfriend and not a sixteen year old boy who just figured out what attention from women feels like,” you spit, every word dripping with venom. “call that bitch if you’re so desperate for hands on you. maybe she’ll scratch behind your ears too.”

he stares at you like you just slapped him, chest rising and falling hard. “you’re joking.”

“nope,” you say, popping the “p” and crossing your arms again. “i’m not fucking you, not kissing you, not letting you so much as put a hand on my thigh until you remember who you’re with.”

he lets out a disbelieving laugh, shaking his head. “you can’t be serious.”

you tilt your chin up, holding his gaze without blinking. “watch.me.”

his eyes narrow, and you can see the tension knotting in his jaw, the way his fists curl like he’s debating whether to argue or grab you and make you take it back. but you don’t move. you just stand there, smug in your silence, letting the weight of your words hang between you until it’s suffocating

your voice cuts through the thick, tense quiet. “i decided,” you say, steady and unflinching, “no sex until then, rafe.”

he blinks at you like he didn’t hear you right, then lets out a sharp, disbelieving laugh “you’re out of your mind.”

“maybe,” you shrug, shifting your weight onto one hip, “but at least i’m not letting some random guy rub his fingers down my shirt while my boyfriend watches.”

he steps closer, slow but deliberate, like a predator testing the distance to its prey “you think you can play this little game with me? cut me off? punish me like i’m” he stops himself, exhaling hard through his nose, eyes raking over your face

you hold his stare, refusing to budge. “you said i was being dramatic. fine. call it whatever you want. but until you can go a whole night without acting like the lead in some bad high school rom com, you’re not getting anything from me.”

his jaw tightens, and he tips his head slightly, studying you like he’s trying to figure out if you’re bluffing. “you’re serious.”

“dead serious.”

his tongue presses against the inside of his cheek, and you can see the way his hands twitch at his sides, the restless frustration boiling just under his skin. “you’re gonna regret saying that.”

“we’ll see,” you shoot back, voice cool, even though your heart’s hammering. “until then, maybe find something else to keep your hands busy.”

he stares at you for a beat like you’ve grown a second head, chest still rising and falling a little too fast for the calm tone he forces out next “oh, c’mon, baby. don’t be this way.”

his voice is lower now, coaxing, that half pleading lilt that’s meant to melt you down, make you forget the heat in your own blood. normally, it works. right now, it just irritates you more

you arch a brow, crossing your arms tighter. “this way?”

“yeah,” he says, stepping forward, palms out “this whole… punishment thing. it’s crazy.”

“punishment?” you echo, tilting your head, feigning confusion. “oh, so you admit you deserve one?”

his mouth opens, closes, the corner twitching like he’s trying not to smirk. “that’s not what i said.”

“mm. sounded like it to me.”

he groans quietly, dragging a hand through his hair, the way he does when he’s trying to keep himself in check. “look…i was out of line, alright?”

you tap a finger against your arm, unimpressed. “out of line? rafe, you let her touch you for half a minute like i wasn’t standing right there. that’s not ‘out of line,’ that’s”

“baby,” he cuts in, the word sharp, desperate, like if he says it enough you’ll soften.

but you don’t. you just glare, tilting your chin higher. “don’t ‘baby’ me.”

he sighs, stepping closer again, close enough that you feel the heat radiating off him. “it didn’t mean anything. i wasn’t even thinking about her. you’re—”

“don’t finish that sentence,” you snap, and the way his lips twitch says he was about to feed you something sweet enough to rot your teeth, anything to drag you off your high horse.

you shake your head. “you’re not talking your way out of this, rafe.”

his eyes narrow, a flicker of annoyance breaking through his practiced patience. “so what, you’re just gonna ice me out over something this small?”

“this small?” you repeat, incredulous. “god, you’re lucky i’m not kicking you out until you learn some manners.”

“manners,” he mutters, like the word tastes bitter in his mouth. “jesus, you make it sound like i slapped her ass in front of you.”

you roll your eyes so hard it almost hurts. “you might as well have. you looked like you were enjoying it.”

“i wasn’t,” he says quickly, too quickly. “i was just being—”

“nice,” you finish for him, mocking his earlier excuse. “yeah, i heard that one already. didn’t buy it the first time.”

he blows out a slow breath, shaking his head. “you’re really not gonna let this go.”

“nope,” you answer, popping the “p,” again because you know it gets under his skin.

he studies you for a second, jaw flexing, then takes a deliberate step forward until you’re practically chest to chest. his hands twitch at his sides, like he’s resisting the urge to grab your hips and force you to listen. “i didn’t mean to piss you off.”

“but you did,” you counter, matching his stare.

his lips part, and for a second, it looks like he might say sorry—might actually give you the thing you’ve been waiting for. instead all he gives you is “you’re my girl. you know that.”

you laugh under your breath, sharp and humorless “oh, that’s comforting. ‘my girl’ who gets to watch other girls paw at you.”

he swallows, throat working, the muscle in his jaw ticking again. “i don’t want them. i want you.”

“you’re impossible,” he mutters when he sees your blank stare, but there’s no heat in it just frustration.

“and you’re not touching me until you stop being impossible,” you shoot back instantly.

he lets out a dry laugh, leaning back half an inch like he’s trying to study you from a safer distance. “you think you can hold out longer than me?”

you shrug. “i know i can.”

“baby—”

“stop calling me that.”

his jaw works agai, but he doesn’t stop moving closer until his hands are braced on either side of you, caging you in against the wall. “you’re killing me.”

you tilt your head, feigning innocence “good.”

his eyes darken, and for a split second you can see it—the moment he considers throwing your little rule out the window, pinning you here until you’re too wrecked to remember why you were mad. but you keep your chin up, keep your mouth curled into that smug little smirk that you know drives him insane.

“you’re serious about this,” he says finally, low and disbelieving.

“dead serious, rafe.”

he huffs out a humorless laugh, dropping his head forward so his forehead almost brushes yours. “you’re gonna cave.”

“we’ll see,” you whisper back, sweet and taunting.

his fingers flex against the wall, and he mutters something under his breath that you don’t quite catch before pushing off and pacing a few steps away like he needs the distance to keep from doing something reckless.

you watch him, unbothered, leaning against the wall with your arms still crossed like you’ve already won. because in your mind, you hav

he runs a hand down his face, groaning. “this is actually insane.”

“what’s insane,” you say lightly, “is thinking you can let some girl touch you and still get to crawl into my bed like nothing happened.”

he turns back to you, eyes narrowed, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth despite the tension still buzzing in the room. “you’re evil.”

you grin, slow and unapologetic. “thank you.”

he shakes his head, muttering something about how you’re gonna drive him to an early grave, but there’s no mistaking the heat in his stare as it lingers on you, like he’s already plotting exactly how he’s going to make you pay when you finally cave.

you let the silence stretch for a beat, watching him breathe hard, watching the way his hands won’t stay still—rubbing at the back of his neck, running over his jaw, curling into fists at his sides. then, like you’re just remembering something casual, you tilt your head.

“oh, by the way—”

he freezes, suspicious. “what.”

“about that whole slapping her ass thing you mentioned earlier…” you let it hang, watching his eyes narrow, “…you thought about it or what? you do it when i’m not with you?”

his whole face tightens. “jesus christ, no—”

“hm,” you hum, pretending to think it over like you don’t believe him. “just checking. since you apparently don’t mind her hands all over you in public, i figured maybe you’re a little more generous in private.”

“baby—”

“don’t ‘baby’ me,” you cut in again, sharp. “just answer the question.”

his jaw clenches so hard you can hear his teeth grind. “you’re acting like—”

“like what?” you challenge, taking a step forward, eyes bright with mock curiosity. “like i don’t trust you? because after tonight, i don’t know if i do.”

he exhales through his nose, short and sharp, raking both hands through his hair. “you’re acting up just to piss me off now.”

you smile sweetly, leaning against the counter like you’ve settled in for the long haul. “maybe i am.”

his head snaps toward you, eyes dark, voice low and tight. “you love pushing me, don’t you?”

“depends,” you say, shrugging one shoulder. “do you love giving me reasons to?”

he runs his tongue over his teeth, pacing a few steps away like he’s trying to physically walk off the frustration. “you’re out of control right now.”

you lift your brows, biting back a smirk. “nah, just making sure we’re on the same page. so—you didn’t, right? no ass slapping when i’m not there?”

he turns back to you, breathing hard now, and you can see the storm building in his expression—the way his restraint is starting to fray, the way his hands curl like he’s imagining them on you.

“no,” he grits out, each letter bitten off.

“good,” you say simply, like the conversation’s over, like you haven’t just shoved him another inch toward the edge.

you turn on your heel without another word, crossing the room toward the bedroom. you can feel his eyes on you the whole way, heavy and heated, like he’s debating whether to follow or let you have your little show.

“where are you going, baby? c’mon,” he calls after you, voice rougher now, like the frustration’s finally seeping through the cracks.

you glance over your shoulder just long enough to meet his gaze. “i’m going to sleep, rafe.”

“sleep,” he repeats, like it’s a foreign concept.

“yep,” you say, pushing the bedroom door halfway closed behind you. “and like i told you—no closeness from me.”

he laughs once, dry and humorless, but it’s edged with disbelief. “you’re really sticking to this.”

you lean against the doorframe, crossing your arms, watching him stand there in the living room, jaw tight, hands flexing. “dead serious,” you repeat, calm as ever.

“baby—”

“goodnight, rafe,” you cut in, voice light, almost sing song. and before he can get another word in, you shut the door the rest of the way, leaving him on the other side with nothing but his own frustration to keep him company.

it’s been three days. three whole days since the argument, and you’ve been meticulous about the punishment. not cold enough to seem like you’ve stopped loving him, but sharp enough that he feels the sting every time he looks at you.

you still eat with him—because you’re not heartless—but your fork scrapes your plate with more attention than his presence at the table. your eyes skim over him, once, maybe twice, before you return to scrolling your phone or sipping your drink. you kissed him once, on instinct, a quick brush of lips when he leaned in before work, but you pulled back immediately, leaving him standing there like you’d ripped the ground out from under him.

and rafe—oh, rafe is unraveling.

the first night, he tried to play it cool. sat too close to you on the couch, hand stretching over to your thigh like nothing had changed, only to feel you peel his fingers away with the smallest shake of your head. the second night, he came home with a bag from your favorite place, setting it on the counter like peace offerings from a defeated soldier. “thought of you,” he said, voice hopeful, but you only hummed, thanked him, and went right back to the book you were pretending to be absorbed in.

by the third night, the cracks were showing. he’s followed you around the apartment like a restless shadow, muttering compliments like he’s tossing lines out on a hook, hoping one will reel you back in. “you look so good in that shirt.” “you smell fuckin’ sweet, you know that?” “nobody’s like you, baby.” and still—you brush past him, let his words roll off you like water.

tonight, though, he’s desperate.

“babe,” his voice calls from the living room, rough with something between exhaustion and need. you’re at the kitchen sink, rinsing your glass, pretending you didn’t hear him.

“babe, c’mon,” louder now, closer—he’s padding toward you.

you sigh, setting the glass upside down on the drying rack, and finally glance over your shoulder. “what.”

he’s leaning against the doorway, hair pushed back messily like he’s run his hands through it a hundred times today. his eyes are dark, restless, his jaw tight. “i swear on my life, i only want you. you know that, right?”

you hum, noncommittal, and turn back to the sink.

“no, hey—look at me.” his voice cracks on the edge of frustration.

you wipe your hands on a towel before turning, slow, folding your arms across your chest. “i’m looking.”

he runs a hand down his face, exhaling hard. “i even called topper and kelce. asked them to tell you themselves—that girl? she’s no one. i don’t even have her number, don’t even know her last name. they’ll back me up. i’ll put them on speaker right now if you want.”

your brows lift, impressed in spite of yourself. “you really called your friends to give me a character reference?”

“yes,” he says immediately, stepping closer, voice insistent. “because i’m losing my mind here, baby. you don’t get it—I can’t stand this. not touching you, not having you.”

you fight the smirk tugging at your lips, tilt your head like you’re weighing your options. “hm. sounds like a you problem.”

rafe’s chest rises sharply, and for a moment, he looks like he might actually fall to his knees just to prove his point.

he wanted to scream. he wanted to grab you by the shoulders and shake you until you understood that it was nothing—that you’re everything. but he also knew that if he touched you, if he broke your little rules now, you’d slip further out of reach. so he didn’t.

he’s never felt this restless in his life. not during football, not during boxing, not even in rehab when he was climbing the walls with withdrawal. this is different. this is worse. because he can see you, touch you if he wanted, but you’ve drawn a line, and crossing it means losing you for real.

and god, it’s all because of a fucking mistake. he didn’t even realize he was doing it. didn’t realize his laugh was a little too sharp, his hand lingering a little too long when she touched him. didn’t realize you were standing there, watching his every move like a hawk. he wasn’t thinking of her—he never thinks of anyone but you—but the optics were bad. he knows that. he knows he fucked up.

but the punishment doesn’t fit the crime. not touching you, not tasting you, not even being allowed to run a hand down your side when you walk past..it’s hell. it’s worse than hell. it’s like watching the only thing that matters to him dangle just out of reach, knowing he put it there himself.

he lies awake at night, staring at the ceiling while you breathe slow and steady beside him, just inches away but galaxies out of reach. his hands clench and unclench against the sheets, every muscle wound tight with frustration. he wants to pull you on top of him, cage you against him until you forgive him, until you believe him. but instead, he stares at the ceiling and listens to your calm, even breaths, while his chest aches with a cocktail of guilt, anger, and desire that has nowhere to go.

three days. he doesn’t know how much longer he can take it.

he knows it’s punishment. he knows you’re teaching him a lesson. but god, it’s driving him insane.

he swallows hard, runs a hand through his hair. “fuck, baby… please. i’m begging you. i’ll take anything. you don’t have to—” his voice cracks, and he clears his throat, softer now, almost broken, “—you don’t have to give me all of you. just… something. a kiss. a hug. fuckin’—hold my hand, i don’t care.”

your heart lurches at the crack in his voice, but you keep your expression smooth, tilting your head like you’re considering it. “hm. a kiss, huh?”

“yeah,” he says quickly, leaning forward, hope burning bright in his eyes. “just a kiss. not even—” he gestures helplessly toward his mouth, “—not even on the lips. just… a kiss. anywhere. i don’t care if it’s on the fuckin’ cheek. i just need—” he stops, biting the inside of his cheek, then mutters low, “—i just need you.”

you set your phone down slowly, and shift onto your knees on the couch. his eyes track your every move, wide, hungry, like a man watching water pour after three days in the desert. you crawl closer, your hands planting on the cushion by his thighs, and his breath hitches when you lean in.

“a kiss on the cheek?” you murmur, lips hovering so close to his skin that he can feel your breath.

“please,” he whispers, voice hoarse.

you hold his gaze for a long moment, then press a quick, chaste kiss to his cheek before leaning back just as quickly.

his whole body tenses, chest rising sharply like you’d just fed him oxygen.

and then you smile, saccharine and smug, and murmur, “here you go, buddy.”

the word slams into him harder than your withdrawal ever could. buddy. like you’re patting him on the head, like you’re giving him scraps. his jaw works, his fists clench against his thighs, and for a second, he looks like he might actually snap—might grab you and kiss you until you can’t breathe, punishment be damned.

but you’re already leaning back, picking up your phone again, eyes dropping to the screen like the moment meant nothing. rafe sits there, cheek burning where your lips touched him, chest aching with frustration, every nerve in his body sparking with the need to pull you against him.

rafe is still sitting there with your kiss burning into his cheek like a brand, watching you pick up your phone again like you hadn’t just dismantled him with three words. here you go, buddy. it echoes in his skull, twisting in his gut, and he can’t take the quiet between you anymore.

he leans forward, elbows on his knees, eyes fixed on you like a hawk. “how long do you plan on keeping this up?” his voice is low, rough, like he already hates himself for asking.

you don’t even look up from your phone. you hum, draw the pause out until he’s practically vibrating. finally, you tilt your head, lips curling just slightly. “hm… seven days total.”

seven. his head drops back against the couch with a groan that sounds ripped out of his chest. “fuck.”

you smirk at your screen, pretending not to see the way his whole body sags.

“baby, please,” he drags out, desperation seeping into his tone. “seven days? that’s torture. this is torture.” he rakes both hands down his face, palms dragging over his jaw, his voice cracking as he mutters, “i can’t even go one more hour without touching you. not kissing you, not even—fuck—just having you close.”

he tips forward again, elbows digging into his thighs, his eyes wild when they lock onto yours. “you don’t get it. i’m crawling out of my fuckin’ skin. i can’t sleep, i can’t think. you walk past me and i swear to god my chest hurts from not reaching for you.”

you shift slightly, phone slipping lower in your hand, though you still try to look unaffected. “sounds like a you problem, doesn’t it?”

“it is a me problem,” he snaps back instantly, then softens, voice breaking. “but it’s also a you problem, ‘cause you’re mine. you’re supposed to let me hold you. i need you, baby.”

the last line lands heavy between you, raw enough that it slices through the armor you’ve built these last three days. you sigh, setting your phone down on the cushion, and crawl closer—not much, just enough to put yourself in his orbit again.

his eyes flicker, hope flaring bright and desperate.

“alright,” you murmur finally, slow and deliberate. “you can hold my hand.”

he blinks at you, like he misheard, then his hand shoots out before you can take it back. he grabs your smaller one in his, clutching it like it’s a lifeline, like if he holds it tight enough he’ll stop unraveling. his thumb drags over your knuckles, over and over, and his shoulders sag with a shuddering exhale.

“jesus christ,” he mutters, almost to himself, staring at your hands like they’re something sacred. “feels like i haven’t touched you in years.”

you roll your eyes, but your lips twitch despite yourself. “it’s been three days, drama queen.”

he shakes his head, squeezing your hand tighter, voice dropping into something rough, nearly broken. “three days too fuckin’ long.”

and you let him hold you there, your hand warm and trapped in his big, desperate one, watching the relief melt across his face like you’d just handed him oxygen after letting him drown.

he doesn’t let go. if anything, the second your hand is in his, he clutches it tighter, like he’s terrified you’ll change your mind. his thumb keeps sweeping over your knuckles, slow, reverent, like he can’t quite believe he’s allowed even this much.

then, suddenly, he brings your hand to his mouth “i can do this, right?” his voice is hushed, almost pleading, lips brushing your skin. “this doesn’t break the rules.”

before you can answer, he presses a kiss to your knuckles. then another. then another.

he doesn’t stop. his mouth traces every line, every angle, moving from the base of your fingers to the tips, kissing each one like it’s a vow. his eyes stay locked on yours, dark and burning, as if daring you to pull away.

“so fuckin’ pretty,” he murmurs against your skin, his voice breaking at the edges. “you’re perfect, baby. i don’t want anyone but you—don’t even see anyone but you.” another kiss, soft but desperate, to the space between your fingers. “shouldn’t have let it happen. shouldn’t have been so fuckin’ careless. i’m sorry.”

you swallow hard, watching the way he worships your hand like it’s the only part of you he’s allowed to touch. his lips drag slowly across your palm, warm breath ghosting over your skin, and you can feel the tremor in his hands as he holds yours like it’s made of glass.

“i’ll do better,” he whispers, words almost frantic now, kissing across your knuckles again. “i’ll prove it. i’ll be the boyfriend you deserve—swear to god, baby, i’ll make it right. just don’t—don’t pull away from me, please.”

he turns your hand over, mouth trailing along the inside of your wrist, and the brush of his lips against your pulse makes you shiver. “you feel that?” he murmurs, kissing the spot again. “that’s yours. always yours.”

he keeps going—praise spilling from him in broken fragments between each kiss.

“so good to me.”

“don’t deserve you, fuck.”

“i’m yours. only yours.”

and through it all, he doesn’t stop kissing, doesn’t stop caressing your hand like it’s the last tether holding him together.

he’s still kissing along your knuckles like it’s the only thing keeping him alive when he suddenly scoffs against your skin, the sound half choked, half amused. his lips brush your fingers as he mutters, “this is so stupid, baby. seven days without sex? you’re killing me.”

you yank your hand slightly, just enough to make him tighten his grip in panic, but your voice is cool when you warn, “i’m not allowing you to hold my hand anymore if you whine.”

his head snaps up, blue eyes wide, a groan ripping out of him before he quickly shakes his head, pressing hurried kisses back onto your knuckles. “no, no—alright, alright. i won’t whine.” he smirks faintly though, the edge of his frustration leaking through. “won’t hold your hand either if that’s what you want.”

he pauses, the smirk spreading, darker now, wicked in the way only rafe can manage. his voice drops low, rough“but i might just hold your head down,” he drawls, his thumb sweeping slow over your palm, “while i pound your anger away.”

the words hang heavy, filthy in the quiet of the room, his mouth still brushing the back of your hand like he hadn’t just said something that could crack your little punishment wide open. his eyes glitter, daring you to take your hand away now, daring you to call his bluff.

but he doesn’t stop kissing, doesn’t stop worshiping. he just laces the softness with his threat, with the kind of promise that makes your stomach flip—even while you force your face to stay cold.

rafe is actually dead. like… deceased, rotting, slowly drying out like a flower left in the sun with no water. at least that’s what he looks like to you on day seven.

his eyes are dark rimmed, like he hasn’t slept in a week—which he hasn’t, not properly. he keeps shifting in his seat at the dining table like he can’t find comfort in his own skin. his hair is a mess, because every time you brush past him without touching, he’s dragging his hands through it in frustration. he’s unraveling, and the worst part for him is that you’re fine.

you’ve held on strong these seven days. shockingly strong, even to yourself. even when you went out together—groceries, grabbing takeout, the quick trip to see sarah and john b—you kept the rules airtight. no sneaky lapses, no bending.

at best, you let him hold your hand if he was lucky. if he behaved. if you decided he earned it. and maybe, maybe, you let him kiss it once or twice if he was being an especially good boy.

but it was never about starving him of affection for the sake of it. not really. it was about setting your boundaries straight, drawing a line in thick, permanent ink, so he could see it and never pretend he didn’t know where it stood.

you weren’t going to be with a boyfriend who acted like a sixteen year old boy just discovering attention from women. you weren’t going to tolerate the sideways glances, the careless touches, the blurred lines he thought you wouldn’t notice. if he wanted you, he was going to prove it.

this wasn’t about punishing him. it was about teaching him. about showing him what you refused to accept, and how quickly you’d take away the very thing he thought he was entitled to—the closeness, the touch, the sweetness he burned for like oxygen.

you wanted him to know: you won’t love a whore of a boyfriend. you won’t let yourself be diminished to just another option in his orbit.

and he knows it now. oh, does he know it. you can see it in the way he watches you tonight, chin in his hand at the table while you scroll on your phone across from him. he doesn’t even try to disguise it anymore. he stares like a starving man, like you’ve stripped him bare this whole week and he’s down to the bones of who he is without you.

seven days. seven days of listening to him groan, beg, mutter half apologies under his breath at two in the morning. seven days of him trying to fold himself around you on the couch only to be met with your hand pressed to his chest, holding him back. seven days of his jaw flexing every time you got dressed in front of him, every time you stretched, every time you looked too good just existing.

seven days of you reminding him, without words, that love has rules. and if he wants to keep you, he’s going to learn them.

you pad into the bedroom with damp hair and clean pajamas, steam still clinging to your skin from the shower you took alone. like every night this week. the bathroom door clicks shut behind you, and the silence in the room thickens. rafe’s already on the bed, flat on his back, arms folded behind his head like he’s trying not to move, like even shifting might make you pull further away.

you can feel his eyes track you from the second you step inside. his stare burns down your legs, up your body, sticky and restless, like he hasn’t seen you naked in years—even though he saw you step into that same shower fifteen minutes ago.

the room smells faintly like his cologne. the sheets are rumpled from where he’s been tossing and turning, from the nights you kept to your side of the bed, a whole ocean of mattress between you.

you miss him. of course you fucking do. you miss the easy intimacy of showering together, his big hands working shampoo into your hair while you lean against his chest. you miss how he’d tilt your head back under the stream, rinse you off, kiss the water from your lips before you could blink.

you miss eating from the same plate while perched on his lap, his fork pushing food to your mouth like you couldn’t feed yourself.

you miss sleeping with his arm around your waist, thigh hooked over yours, the comforting weight of him keeping you pinned, tethered. you miss waking up to find yourself practically strangled by his limbs, chest to chest, heartbeats thudding against each other in perfect rhythm.

and he misses it more. you can tell in every twitch of his fingers, in the way his throat works when you drop your towel into the laundry basket, in the way his jaw clenches when you slip into bed without even brushing against him.

he doesn’t last long tonight. the air is too heavy. his patience, too frayed.

as you crawl under the covers and roll to your side, he turns his head, his voice low and wrecked “it’s been seven days already, baby.”

not angry, not sharp. just broken. reverent. like he can’t believe you’ve survived this long without touching him. like he’s surprised he has.

and you hear the weight in it, the plea wrapped in the simple count of days. the confession that seven has been hell, that seven has been more than enough to crack him open.

“it wasn’t about the days, rafe,” you murmur into the pillow, voice even but weighted, like you’ve been waiting the whole week to say it out loud.

he shifts instantly, his body turning toward yours, frustration bleeding into his face, his tone. “you made your point, okay? you win. you fucking win. i’m a jerk and i deserved it. there.” his hands fling upward in defeat, then rake through his hair, tugging at the strands. “you got what you wanted.”

you whip around, eyes flashing, anger rising sharp because he still doesn’t get it. “fuck ,you—don’t even understand, do you?” your voice cuts, sharper than you mean, but it has to pierce through. “it’s not about who won. it’s not about the fucking days.”

his jaw tightens. he looks confused, cornered, but you push through it, sitting up against the headboard with your knees pulled close.

“it was about my fucking boundaries, rafe.” your chest heaves with the words. “you made me feel small. like i didn’t matter enough for you to stop and think. you embarrassed me—us. our relationship. do you get that? do you get how humiliating that was?”

your throat feels thick, but you force it out, because if he doesn’t understand now, then he never will. you watch the weight of your words land on him, heavy, dragging his shoulders down, making his lips part like he wants to argue but nothing comes out.

he looks at you like the floor’s been ripped from under him—like he’s finally realizing this wasn’t about punishment at all. this was about respect.

you shove at his chest when he tries to inch closer, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make him freeze where he is “i didn’t win, okay?” your voice rises, trembling with fury and ache. “do you think i liked this? do you think i wanted to go seven days without you touching me?”

your eyes blur, hot with frustrated tears, and you swipe at them angrily. “i missed you, rafe. i missed your touch, i missed everything. yes—i missed fucking you, i missed kissing you, i missed you holding me, making me feel like i was yours. i missed all of it.”

your chest heaves, breaths sharp, unsteady. “but i was fucking humiliated. do you get that? you humiliated me. you made me feel like some stupid girl on the sidelines, like i was the only one who didn’t know my boyfriend couldn’t keep his fucking hands to himself.”

the words sting your own throat, but you don’t stop, don’t look away from him. you want him to see the wreckage he caused, the way it twisted in you all week. your voice lowers, but it’s steel when you say, “so no, i didn’t win. i just… refused to lose myself in the process.”

rafe’s face falls, every muscle softening, like you’ve knocked the air out of him. he looks stricken even as his mouth opens and closes, searching for words that can’t even scratch the surface of what he feels right now.

“and before you say anything—” your voice cuts the air before he can even try, your hand raised like a shield, “i appreciate that you kept to yourself for a whole week. i know that wasn’t easy for you. i know you were going fucking insane.”

he blinks at you, lips parted, chest rising and falling like he’s holding his breath.

“but i think it taught both of us something,” you continue, calmer now, though your tone is sharp around the edges, firm. “that our relationship is not just about sex.” your throat tightens, but you hold his gaze, not letting him look away. “we don’t fall apart just because we’re not fucking every night. we’re more than that. i need us to be more than that. i need to know i’m not just—” your voice wavers, softer, “—something you touch when you’re bored.”

the words hang heavy between you, echoing louder than the silence. rafe shifts, sitting up straighter, his hands balling into fists against the sheets like he wants to reach for you but knows he doesn’t have the right yet. he swallows hard, adam’s apple bobbing, eyes searching your face like he’s trying to memorize every crack in your expression, every tremble in your voice.

his thighs brush yours, and when you don’t recoil, he exhales shakily, relief flooding through his body. his hands rise—tentative at first—but then he takes your face between his palms, firm, anchoring, making sure you can’t look away from him this time.

“baby. look at me.”

your eyes flicker, wet, stubborn, but you do. and when you do, his chest caves a little, because the sight of you like this—hurt because of him, holding yourself together in spite of him—it kills him.

“you think you’re just something i touch when i’m bored?” his voice is low, but sharp, as if the words themselves offend him. his thumbs press against your cheekbones, not rough, but enough to force your eyes to stay locked on his. “fuck no. don’t you ever say that again.”

his breath comes heavy through his nose, his jaw working like he’s fighting to hold himself together. “you are it for me. do you hear me? not some girl i toss around, not some toy i get bored of. it.”

he leans closer, so close his forehead nearly presses against yours. “you’re my fucking oxygen, baby. you’re the reason i even… the reason i’m even trying to be better at all.”

his voice cracks on the last words, but he swallows them down, shaking his head like he needs you to understand before you can even try to argue.

“i fucked up. i touched her, i let it get too far—yeah, i know. i did that. and you’re right to be pissed, you’re right to set your boundaries. i needed that. i needed you to pull me back and make me realize i can’t just… slip into old shit, old habits, and think it doesn’t matter. because it does. you matter.”

he squeezes your cheeks lightly between his palms, not letting you glance away, not letting your mind spiral anywhere but into him. “you think i don’t feel humiliated too? i do. i felt like the biggest fucking idiot in the world when i saw your face. i never wanna see that look on you again, baby. never.”

his voice drops, darker now, a growl curling at the edges. “i don’t give a fuck about anyone else. those other girls, the eyes, the bullshit? i don’t even see them when you’re around. and when you’re not? i’m still thinking about you. how you laugh, how you get mad at me, how you taste when i kiss you. it’s always you. it’s only you.”

you swallow, your lips parting like you want to argue, but he doesn’t give you the chance.

“you taught me something this week too. you’re right—it’s not just about sex. and fuck, i hated it. every second of not having you on me, every time you pulled away when i reached for you—I thought i was gonna lose my mind.”

he huffs out a bitter laugh, kissing the corner of your mouth even as he holds you still. “but it showed me something. that i can still love you, still want you, still need you, without touching you. that you’re not here just because i fuck you—you’re here because you choose me. and i need to make sure you never regret that choice.”

his tone hardens, his grip on your face firmer, dominant now, grounding you in the weight of him. “so listen to me. i’m not that sixteen yearold kid you accused me of being. i don’t want attention from anyone else. i don’t want anyone else’s hands, anyone else’s eyes. i want yours. i want the way you look at me like i’m something worth keeping. i want the way you get jealous, the way you fight with me, the way you love me so hard it scares the fuck out of me sometimes.”

he presses his forehead against yours now, breathing you in, his hands framing your face like he could mold you into him if he just held tight enough. “you don’t make me feel small, baby. you make me feel fucking huge. like i could take on anything. but when you’re hurt because of me?” he shakes his head, voice breaking low. “that makes me feel like nothing. like i’m gonna crawl out of my skin.”

his thumbs stroke over your jaw, rough but reverent. “so yeah. you had to teach me a lesson. you had to remind me that you’re not just mine to hold, you’re mine to respect. and i get it now. i swear to god, i get it.”

his lips brush your cheek, soft, lingering, before he pulls back just enough to look at you again. “but i need you to hear this—” his voice sharpens again, commanding, absolute. “—you are mine. not as some accessory, not as some body to keep me entertained. you’re mine in every way that matters. your heart, your trust, your boundaries. i’ll protect those with everything i’ve got. because if i lose them? i lose you. and i’ll never let that happen.”

he tilts your chin up, eyes blazing into yours, his breath hot against your lips though he doesn’t close the gap yet. “do you hear me, baby? never again. i won’t cross you like that again. i’ll fucking die before i embarrass us like that again.”

your eyes are wet, your lip trembling, and he kisses it—just a ghost of a kiss—before pressing his palm against your chest, right over your heart. “this? this is what i want. not theirs. not anyone else’s. yours.”

his other hand slides to cradle the back of your head, pulling you closer until your noses bump, his dominance seeping through every word, every touch. “so don’t you ever doubt what you mean to me. don’t you ever think you’re small, or replaceable, or just sex. you’re my whole fucking life, baby. i’d burn everything else down if it meant keeping you.”

he breathes you in, desperate, like he’s starving. “say you understand. say you know i’m yours just as much as you’re mine.”

and for the first time in seven days, his voice isn’t just begging—it’s commanding. low, rough, dominant. it leaves you with no space to doubt, no space to feel small again. because rafe won’t let yo

your chest feels like it’s splitting open. all his words—low, rough, relentless—have been battering against your walls until you can’t hold them up anymore. he’s still gripping your face in his big hands, still forcing your eyes to stay on him like he can burn his truth into you if he just keeps talking long enough.

“baby, i swear to god, i’ll never—”

you don’t let him finish. your mouth crashes against his, sudden and wild, teeth clashing, lips bruising. you kiss him like you’ve been starving, like the past seven days were a desert and he’s water. it’s messy, too rough to be soft, all tongue and teeth and pent up fury spilling into the way you drag him closer.

he freezes for a split second—like he can’t quite believe you’ve given in—then groans into your mouth, low and guttural, like the sound’s been stuck in his chest all week. his hands tighten on your face, fingers digging into your jaw as if to make sure you don’t pull away this time.

you nip at his bottom lip, tug it between your teeth, and he hisses, muttering into the kiss, “fuck—baby—”

but you don’t stop, you press harder, tilting your head so you can swallow every apology, every promise he tries to spill between the heat of your mouths.

his words crumble, disjointed as you kiss him rougher, sharper “i’m—so—fucking—sorry—”

each syllable breaks under the weight of your mouth devouring his.

his body lurches forward, dragging you onto his lap, his chest pressed so tight against yours it feels like he’s trying to crawl inside your skin. one of his hands slides down, curling around the back of your neck, anchoring you to him as though you might vanish if he loosens his grip even a little.

your fingers fist in his shirt, yanking, tugging, clawing at him with all the frustration you’ve bottled up. it’s not tender—it’s a war. your war, his surrender, and something deep in you revels in the way he moans against your mouth like he’s been broken and rebuilt just for this.

he tries again, breathless between the wet heat of your kiss. “never—again—i swear—”

and you swallow it down, rough and unyielding, like you don’t need the words anymore. like you only want the proof of them burned into your lips, your teeth, your tongue.

his whole body trembles under your touch, his desperation bleeding out of every movement. it’s not just a kiss—it’s him begging for your forgiveness in the only language you’re letting him speak.

and when you finally pull back, panting, lips swollen, his eyes are blown wide, pupils black and wild, his chest heaving like he just sprinted miles.

“fuck, baby,” he whispers, voice wrecked, forehead pressing against yours. “don’t stop. please don’t stop.”

your lips crash against his again before he can even finish begging. it’s like your body doesn’t care about your brain anymore—seven days of restraint snapping like a rope pulled too tight.

rafe groans into your mouth, guttural, a sound that feels like it vibrates through his chest into yours. his hands are everywhere at once—one cupping your jaw, thumb dragging across your cheekbone with something feral, the other sliding down to your hip, squeezing bruises into the flesh like he’s reclaiming territory he thought he’d lost.

“fuck, baby,” he breathes against your lips, panting, teeth grazing your mouth, “seven days—seven fucking days—you’re gonna kill me.”

you tug his hair, rough, pulling his head back just enough to glare at him. “then die, rafe,” you spit, lips red and wet, eyes blazing. “you deserved it.”

he smirks, but it’s unhinged, hungry, desperate. “deserved worse,” he growls, dragging your body fully onto his lap, cock straining hot and hard against his sweats. “but you’re not making me wait another second.”

you let him manhandle you, straddle his lap, knees pressing into the mattress on either side of his thighs. the heat between your legs aches, throbs, humiliates you with how wet you already are after all your stubborn coldness.

his hand slips under your oversized shirt, calloused palm finding bare skin, dragging up until he’s palming your tit, thumb rolling your nipple.

“missed these,” he mutters, biting your jaw, your throat. “fuck, baby, missed everything. missed the way you sound when i’m in you. missed your pussy clenching around me like it was fucking made for me.”

your breath stutters out, shuddering, nails digging into his shoulders. “shut up and fuck me, rafe.”

his laugh is dark, mean, vibrating low in his throat. “nah. not after seven days. you don’t get to rush this.” his hand fists in your hair, yanking your head back so he can bite down on your throat, sucking bruises like he wants to stamp his name there. “gonna take my fucking time. remind you who you belong to.”

you grind down on him, needy, spiteful, and his grip tightens. “fuck—look at you. so fucking wet, i can feel it through my pants.” he ruts up once, letting the thick press of his cock drag along your slit through the fabric. “you missed me, huh? little liar. acting cold, acting tough, but your cunt never lies.”

i hate you,” you gasp, nails clawing down his chest.

“yeah?” he smirks into your skin, breath hot as he mouths down your throat. “you’ll be screaming my name in five minutes.”

your shirt is ripped off—literally ripped, the seam popping as he yanks it up and over your head like he can’t be bothered with patience. his eyes drink you in, wild, pupils swallowing the blue whole.

“god, baby,” he mutters, almost reverent, thumbing your nipple again before sucking it into his mouth, biting, tugging until you whimper. “seven days too long. this body’s mine. all of it. no one else touches you—no one.”

you whine when his mouth leaves you, arching for more.

he shoves you back onto the bed, climbing over you, hands pinning your wrists above your head with an iron grip. his cock grinds down between your thighs, and your hips buck up, chasing friction.

“rafe, please,” you finally crack, voice breaking on the need.

please what, baby?” his voice drips with mockery, forehead pressed to yours, sweat already gathering at his hairline. “say it. what do you want?”

“want you,” you choke out, thighs trembling. “want your cock.

his groan is sharp, guttural, like you’ve ripped it from his chest.

he yanks his sweats down, cock slapping against stomach, thick, flushed, precome smearing hot across his skin. “look at that,” he snarls, grabbing the base, slapping it against your pussy until slick strings between you. “seven days and i’m harder than i’ve ever been in my fucking life. all for you. only for you.”

your hips cant up, desperate. “fuck me, rafe.”

he presses the head inside, just barely, not enough to push in. his eyes darken, his grip on your wrists tightening. “say it properly.”

your teeth grit. “please. please fuck me. fuck the condom, just put it in!”

he smirks, satisfied, before shoving in all at once, bottoming out in one brutal thrust that knocks the air from your lungs.

“fuck!” you cry out, back arching, head slamming back into the pillow.

rafe groans, deep and wrecked, lips parted as he stills inside you for just a second, savoring the way your pussy clamps down around him. “jesus fucking christ, baby,” he mutters, voice broken. “so tight, so wet. you’re choking my cock.”

he pulls back and slams in again, hard enough to make the headboard bang against the wall.

your moans rip out, raw, uncontrolled. “rafe—oh my god—”

“that’s it,” he grits out, pounding into you, hips snapping sharp. “that’s what i missed. your voice, those fucking sounds. scream for me. let the whole building know i’m the only one who gets you like this.”

you’re clawing at his back, nails dragging angry red lines. your eyes blur with tears from the stretch, from the overwhelming way he fills you after starving yourself of him for days.

he notices instantly, his pace faltering just enough to press his forehead to yours, one hand coming to cup your cheek roughly. “crying already, baby? that’s mine too. those tears are mine.”

you sob when he thrusts deeper, hitting that spot that makes your vision white out “fuck, rafe, i—”

“say it,” he growls, snapping his hips faster, slamming into you so hard the bed squeals. “say you’re mine.”

“i’m yours!” you scream, nails digging into his biceps. “fuck—i’m yours, rafe, only yours.”

his mouth crashes onto yours again, wet, rough, stealing your cries and swallowing them down.

“good girl,” he moans into the kiss, pace unrelenting. “knew you couldn’t hold out forever. knew you’d come crawling back for this cock.”

your orgasm hits fast, brutal, tearing through you with white hot pulses. your pussy clenches around him like a vice, and he growls, head thrown back.

“fuck—baby—keep squeezing me like that, i’m gonna—”

he slams into you harder, chasing his own high, and with one last brutal thrust, he buries himself to the hilt, spilling hot inside you with a guttural groan that vibrates in his chest.

he stays buried, grinding shallowly, holding your face between his hands as his come floods you.

his lips find yours again, softer this time, broken murmurs spilling between each kiss. “never again—never fucking again—only you, baby, only you.”

you’re both panting, bodies slick with sweat, his cock still pulsing inside you, keeping you connected even as the world tilts back into silence.

he doesn’t even pull out. you’re still shaking from the first orgasm, body quivering, walls fluttering weakly around his cock when you feel his hand snake down your thigh. before you can catch your breath, before you can even complain that you’re too sensitive, rafe flips you over like you weigh nothing.

your face hits the pillow, ass dragged high into the air, his cock still buried deep, refusing to let you go.

“nah, baby,” he pants, voice wrecked, sweat dripping from his temples as he positions himself over you, chest flush to your back, “you thought i was done? after seven days? you’re fucking insane.”

you whimper into the pillow, cunt clenching involuntarily when he rolls his hips, grinding into you.

“rafe—” you gasp, voice muffled.

“what?” he snarls, one hand tangled in your hair, yanking your head back so you arch for him. “too much? you think you get to tell me when it’s enough? no fucking way. not after you starved me all week.”

the first thrust knocks the air out of you, sharp, punishing. his hips slap against your ass, the lewd sound of skin on skin filling the room, and you cry out, tears streaking your face as pleasure and overstimulation collide.

“fuck—fuck—rafe, i can’t—”

“yes you can,” he growls, slamming into you, unrelenting. “you will. you’re mine. you take what i give you.”

your arms give out, collapsing into the sheets, but he’s right there, fisting the back of your neck, keeping you upright while he pounds into you.

“so fucking tight,” he groans, forehead pressing to your shoulder, “like your pussy missed me too. did it? did she cry for me when you were trying to play cold?”

“yes!” you sob, broken, raw. “yes, she missed you. i did”

he grins against your skin, teeth scraping over the bite marked curve of your shoulder. “good girl. that’s what i like to hear.”

his hand slips down your stomach, two fingers pressing hard on your clit, rubbing circles that make your thighs tremble. “gonna cum again for me? already? so fucking greedy, baby.”

“please, rafe—”

“please what?” he taunts, fucking you harder, faster, the headboard banging mercilessly against the wall. “beg for it. beg like the needy little slut you are.”

you choke on a sob, back arching, cunt spasming around him. “please—please let me cum—i need it so bad.”

“yeah?” he pants, biting your ear. “then do it. cum for me. soak my cock.”

and you do, your orgasm ripping through you like lightning, your whole body seizing as you scream into the mattress. your pussy milks him, squeezing around him like a vice, dragging a guttural groan from his chest.

“fuck, baby—holy shit—”

he doesn’t stop, not even as you tremble, not even as your walls spasm uncontrollably. he keeps thrusting, chasing his own high, fingers digging bruises into your hips.

“gonna fill you up again,” he snarls, voice gone, broken with lust. “stuff you so full you won’t even remember why you were mad. you’ll just remember who fucking owns you.”

“rafe!” you cry, tears spilling, body overstimulated beyond reason.

he wraps an arm around your waist, hauls you upright so your back is flsh to his chest, his cock still driving into you. his hand comes up to grip your throat, holding your head back against his shoulder as he groans in your ear.

“that’s it, baby. cry for me. take all of it. you’re mine. only mine.”

your legs shake, cunt quivering, and he grunts, hips stuttering as his release crashes over him again.

“fuck—fuck—baby—” he buries himself deep, holding you in place as he spills inside you a second time, grinding against your ass, cock pulsing, filling you until it leaks down your thighs.

you collapse, boneless, and he finally eases his grip, kissing the side of your head, your damp temple, your jaw, like he can’t stop touching you

“never again,” he murmurs, hands splayed over down your stomach to where his come drips out of you. “never fucking again, baby. i’ll die before i let you feel small like that again.”

he’s still inside you, cock softening but refusing to leave, keeping you connected, like he’s terrified you’ll vanish if he lets go again

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teachers pet pt. 3

brothers best friend!rafe x thornton!fem!virgin!reader

cw — minors dni, fingering, oral (f receiving), kissing, reader is very innocent, slight insecurity

summary — when sarah leaves you alone in her home, her brother uses it to his advantage.

authors note — thank you guys so much for all the love on this mini story. it actually makes me so excited to continue because i wasn’t even sure people would like this idea!! i love you guys and appreciate all the kind things you guys have been leaving in the comments 💕

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five

do not copy or post my work anywhere else.

the movie was playing in front of you, yet neither you or sarah were paying attention. she was on her phone and you were dozing off. the background noise was almost annoying at this point. it was some sort of horror with lots of loud screaming.

sarah laughed at something on her device then powered it off and placed it down on her bed. “i’m hungry,” she blurted out. “wanna go get something from the pantry?”

you rubbed the sleep from your eyes and forced yourself to sit upright. “sure,” you grumbled. the two of you headed downstairs and got to work searching for something to snack on.

she searched the pantry while you looked through the fridge. footsteps approached behind you, which you just assumed was your best friend. that was until your felt a familiar firm chest press to your back and an arm by your head grabbing the milk from the shelf.

a squeal of surprise caught in your throat. he disappeared as quickly as he came, now standing with his back to you by the island.

“what are you doing home?” sarah asked curiously, still rummaging through the snacks. thank god she hadn’t seen his little act. “i thought you were supposed to be out with topper and kelce.”

rafe shrugged lazily and continued making whatever concoction he was whipping up. “i had some work to get done,” he replied. “we’re about to head out to the gym now.”

she nodded and shut the door. “there’s nothing good in here. got anything?” she asked you.

you opened up the freezer and found a tub of ice cream. “i think so,” you stated, picking it up and inspecting it.

“you guys high or something?” he questioned, looking between the two of you and shaking up his protein drink. “why are you guys searching for food like you’ve been starved for days?”

sarah rolled her eyes. “no. just hungry,” she muttered. “unless you’re offering to get us food.”

a fake laugh left his lips. “very funny,” his tone was dry and careless. “but i’m leaving. be back in an hour.”

and with that, he was walking out of the house and shutting the door behind him. the two of you went back upstairs with your tub of ice cream and two spoons to return to your movie.

you must’ve fallen asleep a few minutes in because when you woke up, sarah was tapping at your arm frantically with a giddy smile on her lips. “are you up?” she asked for the fifth time. “i need a favor.”

“what?” you grumbled, looking around as your eyes adjusted to make sure you weren’t missing something. “what are you talking about?”

she began to stand and shrug on a jacket. “john b is outside. can you cover for me tonight?” she asked, practically begging. “i promise i’ll repay you.”

a sigh slipped out before you could stop it. thankfully her parents and wheezie weren’t home, which meant you’d only have to lie to rafe. “fine,” you mumbled. “but don’t be gone long. i can only come up with so many lies.”

an excited grin stretched across her lips. “thank you so much,” she said happily. “i owe you big time.”

and before you knew it, she was slipping out of the window. it annoyed you slightly to be left here alone for the next few hours, possibly even the night. part of you wished you’d just stayed home.

nonetheless, you made yourself comfortable in her bed and turned on a different horror movie, one you’d never seen before and began to scroll on your phone. until you got a certain notification.

rafe:

you still here?

you had to roll your eyes at that.

you:

yes

why?

there was a small pause where the bubbles appeared for a minute or two.

rafe:

wyd rn

that was it? all that typing for three letters?

you:

watching a movie

and another pause.

rafe:

come to my room

i wanna show you something

you let out a huff and rolled over onto your side, far too tired to walk over there.

you:

i’m watching a movie w sarah

rafe:

ik she snuck out

i heard her and john b laughing outside my window

you had to giggle. she’s gonna die when she hears about that tomorrow.

you:

i’m still watching

rafe:

you can watch in here

my tvs bigger

he was persistent, you had to give it to him.

you:

don’t wanna walk over there

rafe:

i’ll carry you

i’ll beg if you want me to

you couldn’t help but smile. you definitely looked like an idiot. it was almost embarrassing how giddy you felt just reading his text.

you:

i’ll be waiting

rafe was quicker than you’d expected. he opened up the door and scooped you up bridal style. and when he heard you laugh, he felt his knees give out a little. he would never admit what he was willing to give up to hear that laugh over and over again.

“you better not drop me,” you said pointedly, wrapping your arms around his neck just incase.

he smirked and slowly, carefully, made his way through the halls. “i’m offended, sweetheart. think i’m weak or something?” he teased.

then he lowered you quickly as if he were to let go, making you gasp and hold onto him tighter. he had to laugh. you smacked his shoulder. “that’s not funny, rafe. what if i died?”

“dramatic much?” he said jokingly. “i wouldn’t let you die.”

you leaned your head against his firm chest and let him carry you into his room, gently placing you onto his bed. “what exactly am i doing in here?” you asked once he settled in beside you.

“why? got somewhere else to be?” he said sarcastically, already knowing you didn’t. “hot date or something?”

you eyed him suspiciously. “not until tomorrow.” if he wanted to play this game, you were going to play.

there was a shift in him. one that was hard to put a finger one. “i still don’t understand why you’re goin’ on that. he’s a fucking loser,” he muttered, turning onto his back to scroll through netflix.

“i’d be careful rafe,” you began, a slight teasing tome in your voice. “you’re almost starting to sound like your jealous of the guy.”

“what if i was?” he asked with a softer voice than before, propping his elbow up on the bed and resting his chin on the palm of his hand to get a better look at you through the dark. “what’s so bad about that?”

you shrugged as best you could. “don’t see why you would be,” you mumbled. “you’re the one who gets to teach me all these things.”

“and at the end of the day, you’re still going back to him,” his tone was almost disgusted. like talking about enzo physically repulsed him.

“not true,” you replied, huffing out a soft laugh. “if you want to be technical, i always go back to you at the end of the day. i ask you to pick me up, i ask you to teach me.”

his gaze analyzed your face for a second. “and he’s the one you’re willing to learn all of this for.”

the way he sounded almost broke your heart. rafe was a confident guy, never really had to compete for anyone he wanted. and if he did, he always won. but right now? he felt like the biggest loser. and it was showing. he was being vulnerable with you, something he rarely ever did.

“doesn’t matter,” you said after a moment of silence, finding his free hand and holding it in yours. “you’ll always mean more to me than any guy.”

it was as if time stopped for a second. the two of you just staring at each other with the same look in your eyes. one that told the other that you guys were dancing around the truth, just waiting for when it spilled out. it made you both wonder who would crack first.

rafe leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours tenderly, making you smile against him and wrap your arms around his neck. he moved to situate his legs between yours, his body covering your much smaller one.

you could die happily here. him kissing you, his warmth on top of you acting like a blanket, his hand cradling the side of your jaw. part of your mind wandered to a place you’d been trying to shove down since this started last week.

one where things could be like this all the time. where you didn’t have to do stuff in secret. where he could parade you around as his girlfriend. where you didn’t have to use another guy as an excuse to be with him. one where you guys just had each other.

maybe you’d only ever be able to dream about it. and you were okay with that. as long as you had him here like this.

he began to kiss down the side of your jaw and to your neck. “wanna teach you a new lesson today, sweetheart,” he mumbled against your skin, sucking light enough to not leave a mark.

“yeah?” you asked a little breathless, eyes closed as one hand lightly scratched his scalp while the other draped over his shoulder. “what’s that?”

“yesterday, i taught you how to make someone else feel good,” he mumbled, pressing more kisses down to your collarbone. “today, i wanna show you what if feels like when someone else makes you feel good.”

you almost died. never had you had words spoken to you like that. you’d only ever heard these things happening in movies.

it was like your heart was beating out of your chest and your cheeks were bright red. “you don’t have to, rafe,” you choked out, trying to make sure he didn’t feell pressured to do anything for you.

he nodded and moved so he could look directly into your eyes. “i know, angel. i want to,” he whispered softly. “what kind of teacher would i be if i didn’t treat you for always bein’ so good to me?”

butterflies erupted in your stomach more than ever. you knew you had to be as bright as a tomato by now. his words had too much of an impact on you and he’d barely even touched you.

you nodded eagerly and pulled him back down to your level to kiss him. his hands slipped under the bottom of your shirt to hold your waist while yours came down and tugged at the hem of his.

he leaned up on his knees for a second to pull it off and throw it somewhere on the floor then returned to his previous position. the things you’d give to live in this moment forever would probably have you sent away for good.

“can i take this off?” he mumbled against your lips, bunching up your shirt in his hands slightly.

“mhm,” you hummed and say up slightly to help him a little. he pulled it from your body and added it to the mess on the floor carelessly.

there was a moment of silence where he just stared. you began to feel small under his gaze, especially being bare from the waist up since you hadn’t worn a bra, wondering what exactly he was staring at. it was hard to pinpoint with his eyes wandering all across your face and body. “you’re a fuckin’ dream,” he smiled to himself and leaned down to mouth over your shoulders and chest.

if this was anyone other than rafe, you’d be embarrassed at how damp your underwear were. you could feel it sticking to you in the most uncomfortable way imaginable. never once had you experienced something like this.

“tell me if you want me to stop, ok?” he said firmly, pausing so you’d pay attention. you nodded. that made him shake his head. “i need to hear you say it, baby.”

you nodded once more, too lost in everything to actually function. “i’ll tell you,” you breathed out. truthfully, you just wanted him lips on you again.

the wish was granted almost instantly. he began to kiss over the tops of your breasts, his hand kneading one while his mouth gently sucked on the other. you took your bottom lip between your lip to suppress any noises and allowed your eyes to flutter shut.

after he’d moved onto the other one, he began to slowly kiss down your stomach and to the hem of your baby pink underwear. “can i take these off?” he asked softly.

you nodded. “yes.” even though your heart was about to burst out of your chest, you felt oddly warm with him. the intimacy of the situation made your body relax slightly, feeling like putty in his hands and slightly fuzzy.

he gently peeled the fabric down your legs, leaving you completely naked under him. “you’re so beautiful, angel,” he muttered, mostly admiring your face with a soft smile on his face.

before you could even reply, he was settling between your legs and hiking your legs up over his shoulders. his lips ghosted over your inner thighs and left an occasional kiss over the sensitive skin there.

a pit formed in your stomach from nerves. you’d never actually thought you’d be able to be this comfortable with someone to allow yourself to be vulnerable.

he must’ve noticed because one of his hands came up to grab yours as a silent reassurance, intertwining your fingers and letting you squeeze whenever you needed.

your body shuddered when his tongue licked a long, slow stripe up your center. another shaky breath escaped your lips when he kissed your clit with a gentleness you hadn’t been expecting.

once he was sure you were comfortable to the new feelings, his tongue began to work over your cunt. you squeezed his hand tight and moaned. if he wasn’t making you feel this good, you’d have to disappear from how that noise sounded.

rafe was loving it though. having you fall apart because of him. to finally get you to lose that goody-two-shoes persona while he fucked you with his tongue was enough to make him come right then and there.

his free hand found the back of your thigh and pushed it up slightly to open you up more for him as he lapped up your juices.

“fuck. oh my god,” you mumbled, closing your eyes. your hips repeatedly jerked involuntarily.

he smiled to himself and pulled away for just a second. “feel good, angel?”

you nodded quickly, eager for him to keep going. “mhm. feels so good,” you replied, whimpering when he began to suck on your clit and smooth over it every now and then.

one of his fingers came down to gently prod at your sopping hole, carefully pressing inside. your back arched off the bed slightly when the tip of it hit that certain spot. you’d never dared to touch yourself, let alone put anything inside of you.

you were expecting it to hurt more but you felt pure pleasure. maybe it was how wet you were. or because of how much rafe turned you on.

if this was any other situation, you’d feel bad for how hard you were squeezing his hand now, especially as he added in a second finger. your body was spasming as sparks ignited in your stomach and a knot formed.

and the sounds. god, the sounds were obscene. the way he was lapping at your cunt like a starved man. the way his finger fucked into you with little resistance. you wished you would’ve done this earlier if this is what you were missing out on.

“rafe, oh—“ you cried out when the pads on his fingers curved upwards and pressed deep inside of you. the knot in your core began to pull harder and your legs began to shake. the feeling was indescribable, unlike anything you’d ever felt before.

“i know, baby. i know,” he mumbled against your center. he always seemed to know exactly what you needed. “i’ve got you. jus’ relax.”

he was completely enamored by you, completely drunk off of the taste and smell of you. if he could relive this moment everyday of his life, he’d never complain again.

the way your hand was holding onto his for dear life, your other one raking through his buzzed hair, your cunt fluttering around his fingers. all because of him. not anyone else. and he’d make sure you never found pleasure like this with anyone else but him.

and when you finally did allow your body to relax, you felt a wave of ecstasy wash over your limbs. you loved it. a whine slipped past your lips as he continued to lap up every last drop of your juices and thrust his fingers into you until your high was slowly coming to an end.

he slipped his finger from you and placed them into his mouth, sucking the liquid off of them as he stared at you. “tastes so fuckin’ good, baby.” he grinned. you might’ve died right then and there. he took his time placing kisses to your thighs, your stomach, collarbone, throat, and finally your lips. he swallowed down your moan when you tasted yourself. “you okay?” he asked, barely pulling away and resting his forehead on yours.

you nodded and smiled, cheeks flushed and lips slightly swollen from biting them so much. “i’m good,” you whispered, scared of speaking too loud and ruining the moment.

he pecked your lips once more and rolled off of you, grabbing his shirt and tossing it next you for him to help dress you in a minute. “stay here, ‘m gonna grab a few things.” he headed into the kitchen first to get you a water then into the bathroom to grab a towel.

maybe this wasn’t so bad, you started to think to yourself. maybe you didn’t need to see anyone else. maybe you didn’t need to keep denying yourself of something real.

maybe you’d just found that something with him.

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teachers pet pt. 2

brothers best friend!rafe x thornton!fem!virgin!reader

cw — minors dni, kissing, handjob, oral (m receiving), reader is very innocent, stereotypical girly room and such

summary — after going on your date, you decide its time to learn more.

authors note — part one can be read here! please request and interact <33 edit: y’all this lowk escaped me… its kinda long :)

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five

do not copy or post my work anywhere else.

enzo had done everything right. he picked you up from your house, opened your car door for you, offered to buy you food or get you whatever drink you wanted, everything you hoped a man would do for you someday.

you felt yourself smiling at all times and laughing at each of his jokes. it was going perfect. until it wasn’t.

you were currently in enzo’s room, sat across him on his bed like you had been with rafe last night. except this time, you didn’t feel nervous. there were no butterflies in your stomach. nothing. you liked him though, you knew you did.

and when his lips finally hit yours, his lips were chapped and the kiss itself was sloppy, wet, and gross. your body cringed at it. he wasn’t slow or delicate with you, he was just slobbering all over your mouth. you could feel the cold air hitting the glob of spit he left on your chin.

he didn’t taste like your favorite fruit like rafe did. no, he tasted like whatever his last meal had been. it made you want to gag. and his face wasn’t shaved clean like rafe’s was. he had a slight stubble that made your skin itch. it was almost guaranteed that’d you breakout tomorrow.

he didn’t make you feel like rafe did. he didn’t pull any noises from you, didn’t ask if you were okay with what he was doing or anything. it didn’t sit well with you.

and when he tried to pull you into his lap and squeeze at your bottom, you made up some excuse about how your stomach hurt and you wanted to go home. he was dumb enough to actually believe you.

even when he offered to drive you home, you still called rafe to come pick you up instead considering your brother was out with ruthie and probably would’ve killed you when he found out where you were. and he came. he always did.

“how was your little date?” he asked, one hand slung over the wheel while the weight of his other arm was placed on center console. if you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was jealous.

you shifted in your seat slightly, gaze fixed on what was passing through the window. “it was fine.”

he glanced at you and noticed your unreadable expression. “what happened? wasn’t everything you dreamed it would be?” his voice was teasing.

it pissed you off. so you shrugged. “not really.”

something about your short answers was putting him off. his hand came to gently pat your thigh, trying to get your attention back on him. “seriously, what happened?” he asked. “he do somethin’ to you?”

you shook your head. “no, the date was good.” the heat of his hand resting on your skin made you shiver.

he gave you a slight nod and pulled into your driveway. “so what was wrong with the kiss?”

“he didn’t kiss like you,” you admitted, too tired to keep going back and forth with him. “it was all sloppy and gross.”

if you were looking at him, you would’ve caught the smug look on his face. “that right?” he asked, his voice smooth and low. “why’d you call me instead of letting him drive you home? thought you liked him.”

“i do,” you snapped back. truly, you just wanted to spend a little time with rafe. also the fact that enzo had made you slightly uncomfortable. “i just wanted to get home fast and you were the best option. i didn’t expect you to give me an entire interview though.”

he smirked and chuckled under his breath. “jus’ checking on you. making sure he didn’t put his hands on you or anything.”

your gaze sharpened at him. “can i go now?” you asked bitterly.

his hand retracted from you leg, making your skin feel oddly cold now, and he turned his car back on. “go ahead.”

a scoff left your lips and you opened up your door, stepping out. “thanks.” the door shut, a little harder than you would’ve liked, then you headed towards your front door.

as always, he waited for you to get inside then drove off towards his own house. annoyed was an understatement of how you were currently feeling.

and when enzo texted you the next week, saying he enjoyed your time together so much so that he wanted to do it again soon, you didn’t feel excited. no butterflies, no blushing, no kicking your feet, nothing.

you still said yes for some reason. maybe it was the idea of him wanting you. or maybe it was that you could use this as an excuse to get rafe to teach you some more.

so you waited patiently. you began painting your fingernails and toes a pretty shade of pink, fixing up your hair, and putting on some black flare leggings with a baby pink cropped t-shirt.

topper and his two best friends finally arrived around 7 pm, pizza boxes in hand along with cases of beer and a bottle of hard alcohol. you came down the staircase, watching curiously.

rafe was the first to look at you, his eyes scanning up and down your body then smirking to himself and turning back to whatever he was doing.

then your brother finally noticed you. “hey,” he called out. “if you want something, help yourself before its all gone.”

you headed over to where the food was. and of course, rafe was standing right in front of it. your eyes wandered over to where the other two boys were, finding that they were completely enamored by the baseball game going on.

so you slide between rafe and the countertop, your backside pressed flush to his front, leaned up and forward on your tip toes to grab a slice. the action made you press into him further.

and when you stepped out from the position and glanced up at him, he was already staring down at you. his eyes her dark, lips slightly parted, and his chest rising and falling a little quicker than it should’ve. you grinned to yourself and headed back up to your room to eat.

a couple of hours had passed now. from what you’d gathered, ruthie was over, which meant toppers full attention was on her. this gave you an idea. you pulled out your phone and found rafe’s contact.

you:

wyd

three dots appeared almost instantly.

rafe:

watching a movie

you:

where are the other three?

rafe:

top and ruthie are in his room

kelce is sleeping

you began to smile, knowing your plan would work. your fingers hovered above the keyboard for a second as you thought.

you:

come to my room

i’m bored and i need help

you set your phone down almost immediately, a little embarrassed and scared of what he was gonna say. except you didn’t get a reply, only a soft knock at your door before it was being pushed open and rafe was entering.

he glanced around the walls like he hadn’t been inside multiple times over the years as he walked over and sat on your bed, already getting comfortable. “so. what’d you need my help with?”

“i have a date with enzo soon,” you blurted out, fidgeting with your fingers.

his eyes rolled. “are you fucking serious?” he asked, though there was no real bite in his words. “i thought you didn’t like it the last time.”

you shrugged. “i liked the date. he just wasn’t a good kisser.”

“and that makes you want to go further with him?” he asked, brows furrowed. his tone was almost teasing. “shoving his tongue down your throat and all over your face really turned you on?”

a look of disgust flickered over your face. “no. that’s gross, rafe,” you mumbled. “i guess i just like that he wants me. it’s nice to have someone like you for once.”

he sighed and shook his head. there was no way you were being serious. “sweetheart, i’m sure there’s a hundred other guys that want you. i can think of at least five who like you,” he replied. “you don’t need to lower your standards for some dude who doesn’t know what he’s doing just to feel something.”

“so you’re saying i should go for someone like yourself who knows what they’re doing?” you asked, tilting your head slightly.

a smirk grew across his lips and he leaned further back into your bed. his eyes never left yours. “all i’m saying is that you should explore other options. i get it, i really do. you like the guy and want to be ‘good for him,’ whatever the fuck that means, but you shouldn’t have to think like that about the dude you’re trying to date. they should be grateful to have the opportunity to teach you shit like that.”

you swallowed the lump in your throat and glanced down at your hands. hearing this, especially from rafe who never really gives a fuck about anything, made your stomach turn. “i just don’t want to embarrass myself.”

“i don’t think it’s embarrassing. if they can’t accept the fact that you’re a virgin, what else are they not gonna accept about you?” he asked. “he’s a fuckin’ loser if he makes you feel like you’re not good enough. and if the next couple of dates are only gonna consist of you going to his house to do shit, i think that tells you all you need to know about him.”

you let out a soft chuckle. “wow. i didn’t know you felt so strongly about all this,” you half-teased. part of it warmed you heart that he cared so much.

rafe shrugged, that same lazy grin returning across his lips. “you’re a beautiful girl. you’re smart, funny, loyal,” he complimented. “you’re stupid if you think you need to settle for some douche who doesn’t see that and only wants to get in your pants.”

you let your body fall back dramatically, your head hitting the pillow and your hands resting over your bare stomach. as much as you hated to admit it, he was really making you think about your choices.

“but hey, i’m not here to be your dad. just your teacher,” he butted in when he noticed your mind going a mile per minute. he always noticed things like that. “so if you wanna keep going, that’s up to you.”

a deep sigh left your lips as you thought. even if it wasn’t for enzo, you still wanted to learn. just in case something were to happen. “i want to.”

his chin was now propped up on his the palm of his hand as he watched you intently. “what’s today’s lesson?”

you internally gagged at thinking about having to say it out loud. “i wanna know how to please someone.”

rafe wanted to laugh at how awkwardly you said it, like saying it too loud would get you locked up for life. but for you, he didn’t. he just nodded and sat upright.

he motioned for you to come closer until you were sitting right in front of him. “relax,” he stated, noticing how tense you looked. “you don’t have to be perfect, there’s not an instruction manual or anything for these things. just feel it out. we’ll just go slow.”

you took a much needed deep breath. “okay.”

he flashed you a soft reassuring smile before his hand found the small of your back to pull you a little closer and the other came up to cradle your jaw. “just kiss me to start. go slow. exactly like i taught you. let your hands roam, ok?”

you nodded and leaned in slow enough to let the tension build. he met you halfway and pressed his lips to yours, soft and gentle. it made you smile.

your hands started by running over his buzz, the short hair tickling your fingers before slowly trailing down to his shoulders and resting there.

the hand that was on your waist began to pull you forward until you were seated in your lap like the week prior. you felt fireworks in your stomach again.

you pulled away breathlessly. “did you lock the door?”

“mhm,” he hummed and kissed you again, like the time that his lips weren’t on yours was physically painful.

you chuckled against his lips and let your hands trace down his chest and to his stomach. they tugged at the bottom of his shirt. he took the hit and pulled away briefly to pull it over his head.

part of you thought you might be drooling. you’d seen him shirtless countless times but something about being this close to him felt different.

his lips were back on yours like he couldn’t get enough and your nails were gently scratching over his abs, making him groan softly and his body shudder. once the surge of confidence flowed through you, your hips began to move slowly.

you could feel that he was already hard beneath you and you’d be lying if you said the friction wasn’t making your underwear dampen slightly. carefully without breaking rhythm, you crawled off his lap and rested your hands on his thighs.

“what do i do now?” you asked, big eyes looking up at him.

he thought he might be in heaven right now. it was almost unreal to have you like this, sitting between his legs with your hands so close to wear he needed you most. it took him a second to gather his thoughts. “jus’ start over clothes. over my pants, boxers, whichever you want. and whenever you’re ready, you can go under it.”

“can you guide me?” you questioned shyly. truthfully, you were terrified. rafe would never judge you. ever. but you still wanted to be good. to actually please him.

he nodded, his pupils blown wide with something other than lust, his cheeks and lips a pretty shade of pink. “whatever you want baby,” he mumbled, his voice low and smooth.

his lips were back on yours, his movements a little more passionate as one of his hands rested just above your knee and the other grabbed yours from his thigh and gently brought it over himself.

he aided you in slowly palming over sweats, feeling the imprint of him. it made you clench your thighs. you’d never done anything like this, never felt a man this intimately, never even watched porn and seen one naked.

you could hear his breath quicken a little and his thigh tense under your other hand. the two of you stayed like this for a minute or two, just working him over his pants while his tongue danced with yours.

once you began to feel a little more comfortable, your hand dipped under his waistband and over his boxers. soft little whimpers and occasional moans slipped past his lips when your hand began to repeat the motion he’d just taught you slowly over the thin fabric.

he felt huge and thick. you were certain he was more than average. when your friends would talk about the guys they’d hook up with, they never described one being this big.

he pulled away from your lips for a second, his eyes closed and his forehead resting against yours. “fuck. you’re doin’ so good,” he mumbled, a little out of breath. the hand that wasn’t on you was by his thigh, squeezing the sheets in his fist. “doin’ okay?”

“mhm,” you responded. “i’m ready to do more.”

a smile graced his lips, a little sense of pride surging through him. “tell me what you wanna do, sweet girl.”

normally, you would’ve died from embarrassment from what you were about to say. but the noises you were pulling from rafe made you feel a little more confident. “i wanna taste you.”

he closed his eyes again, the hand that was on your thigh subconsciously squeezed a little. he felt like he’d just died and actually went to heaven.

once he gave you the go, you laid on your stomach between his legs to make yourself comfortable while he sat up against your headboard in nothing but his boxers. him resting against the pink flower vines behind him accompanied by the fairy lights made you giggle to yourself. this tall, muscular, beautiful man in your pink bed surrounded by flowers and soft yellow lighting.

“what’s so funny?” he asked playfully, a smile of his own on his lips.

you shook your head quickly but still smiling like an idiot. “nothing.”

he returned the infectious grin, but was immediately cut off when you started palming him over his boxers again. he muttered some instructions as he tried to hold back his noises of pleasure and helped you take off his boxers.

you froze. he exceeded your expectations. part of you was expecting to be grossed out but you were so unbelievably turned on. an almost uncomfortable knot formed in your stomach at the sight of him. it made you want to do things to him that would be concerning to the rest of society.

“we can stop if you want,” he said, breaking the silence. “just say the word.”

you shook your head a little too quickly. “no. i wanna keep going.” you followed the instructions he’d given you moments ago and took him into your hand. he was warm, heavy, and thick. your heart was beating out of your chest and you could only hope he didn’t notice your shaky hands.

leaning down towards him, you licked from base to tip, sending a shiver up his spine. your hand followed and slowly stroked the length of him.

he brought his hand down to yours and closed it around him slightly tighter. “just a little more pressure,” he suggested, closing his eyes and tipping his head back when you followed the instruction as you pumped him again and licked at his tip. “oh my fuck.”

your heart swelled a little at that. your lips came to press a few soft kisses to the sensitive skin before slowly taking him into your mouth. the moan he let out was heavenly. you wished you could’ve recorded it.

rafe adjusted so he could look at you again, one of his hands coming down to collect all of your hair and hold it away from your face for you. “so good baby. doin’ so fuckin’ good for me.”

you moaned around him, making him twitch in your mouth, and took him a little deeper. your hand took care of whatever you mouth couldn’t. his hand in your hair gripped it a little tighter while the one that was still holding onto the sheets was practically white from squeezing so hard.

once you began to get a little more sure in your actions, you started to move a little faster. you could see him abs flexing and a pretty blush creeping up his neck.

back when you were in your dorm with your roommates before summer break, you’d remembered them talking about things like this. something about how their secret weapon was to massage their balls to get them to finish faster. hearing it then used to make your entire body cringe. thinking about it now though, what harm could it do? it was just rafe, he wouldn’t judge you. so you did exactly that.

rafe was sure he was dead and in heaven now. he didn’t want to overwhelm you so he intentionally left that little step out. but having you do it on your own? he was done for. he’d never come this quickly. if you knew any better, he’d be extremely embarrassed.

it wasn’t even just the physical pleasure. it was you. the way your eyes hadn’t left his unless they closed momentarily, the way they were glossed over, your soft hands and lips, your perfectly painted nails, everything about you.

his muscles tensed and he tugged on your hair a little tighter. “fuck, sweetheart. makin’ me feel so good,” he praised. “‘m gonna come.”

you’d also heard from your roommates about how they always swallowed, how it turned on their boyfriends like crazy. you never really understood what that meant until right now. and you were determined to do the same.

“you can— shit,” he stuttered, moaning when you pulled off of him to breathe. “you can stop if you want.”

your hand sped up just the tiniest bit. “don’t want to,” you mumbled, kissing the underside of his cock repeatedly. “unless you want me to.”

he closed his eyes once more, trying to find it in himself to not come at this very second. “whatever you want, angel.”

you loved that he gave you so much control.

so you took him back into your mouth and began to work him a little quicker while your free hand gently massaged his balls. it wasn’t much longer until he was shooting ropes of warm liquid onto your tongue. it wasn’t like anything you’d ever tasted but you surely didn’t hate it.

after a couple moments of panting and rafe coming down from his high, he grabbed your hands and gently pulled you back into his lap. his lips immediately found yours with soft pecks. “you did fucking amazing,” he mumbled against your neck, laying more kisses to it. “i’m so proud of you, pretty girl.”

he so badly wanted to give you a fat hickey so everyone else would stay away. so enzo would get the fucking hint and leave you alone and he could have you all to himself.

hi guys i hope you’re enjoying!! i’m planning to make a couple more parts and maybe turn this into an au??? lmk if you guys are interested

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teachers pet

brothers best friend!rafe x thornton!fem!virgin!reader

cw — minors dni, kissing, grinding, reader is very innocent, stereotypical girly room and stuff

summary — after getting asked on a date, you come to your brothers best friend to ask for advice on a certain subject.

authors note — i’ve been itching to write this trope so i hope you guys enjoy. please request!!

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five

do not copy or post my work anywhere else.

you laid on your stomach in your room, kicking your feet behind you as your phone went off once more. a smile graced your lips immediately at the thought of the guy, who you’d just started talking to, texting you back after he’d been out all day.

enzo:

see you tomorrow night?

a blush coated your cheeks and you bit your lips to contain your excitement.

you:

what did you have in mind?

there was a pause. then three dots appeared.

enzo:

come to my place and find out

an excited squeal left your lips. you had really began to like him after the last three dates and you were suspecting he’d finally make a move this time. as badly as you wanted it, there was one issue. you had no clue what you were doing.

first kiss? never. any sort of touching? definitely not. sex? god no. you hadn’t even come close enough to a guy. topper always kept close tabs on your romantic life, meaning you never made it past the first date.

this time, it was hidden better. he wasn’t aware that you were seeing anyone yet which meant you may finally get the chance to do something more with enzo. and you wanted to so badly.

except you needed to know how. you needed someone you trusted, someone who would take care of you and teach you everything. your mind immediately wandered to the guest currently sitting in your living room.

it was probably the best idea you could muster up. so you put on a pair of baggy sweatpants that sat low on your hips and adjusted your cropped tank top to cover yourself a little better.

your feet carried you down the stairs before you could change your mind and found rafe, your brothers best friend, sat on the couch. you’d never really considered him as an option for you until now.

he looked a little too good. his legs were spread a little wider than normal, buzzcut freshened up, the fabric of his pants stretching over his muscular thighs, and his attention fixed on his phone. when he heard the last step on the stairs creak, he glanced up. “hey.”

“hi,” you smiled sweetly, the kind you’d flash him and your brother when you wanted something. “where’s topper?”

rafe shut off his phone and slid it into his pocket. “he went out to go get kelce and pick up some food from town.” his hips shifted slightly, sliding further into the couch to get comfortable.

his lap looked like a fantastic seat. “why didn’t you go with?” you asked curiously, allowing yourself to go take a spot on the couch beside him.

his eyes followed you the entire time, crossing his arms over his chest. “didn’t feel like it. it’s too hot out there.”

“how long will he be gone?” you twirled a piece of your hair around your finger as you waited for his response.

he shrugged. “maybe an hour?” he said unsure. “why? what’s up?”

there was a beat of silence. “can you help me with something?” you asked, giving him those eyes you know he can’t resist.

the boy didn’t think anything of it. he’d always helped you with things like lifting stuff, grabbing something off the top shelf, driving you around, anything you needed. this wasn’t unusual. “what is it?”

“so, i have a date with someone tomorrow,” you began. his jaw clenched at that. “and we’ve been on a couple already. that makes me think he might make a move.”

his eyes narrowed slightly. something in his shifted and a soft crease formed between his brows. “does top know about this?”

you shook your head quickly. “please don’t tell him,” you begged. “he’ll kill me.”

“so what do you need from me then?” he asked, almost bitterly. unbeknownst to you, he hated the thought of you with another man.

you subconsciously chewed your bottom lip. “i’ve never really done anything with anyone,” you admitted shyly. “you know how topper is, he never lets me hang out with boys so i’ve never had the chance. i really like him and i want to be good for him.”

i want to be good for him. rafe scoffed at that. as if you weren’t the most beautiful girl in the world already. what more could he want from you? “who’s the dude?”

a sheepish smile splayed over your lips. “his name is enzo.”

“mcgovern?” he almost choked on his saliva. “c’mon sweetheart, you can do better than that.”

you smacked his arm at that. “don’t be mean, rafe. i like him. he’s sweet and he makes me feel special,” you scolded, though there was no real bite in your words. “can you help me or not?”

a frustrated sigh left his lips. “help you with what?”

“i want you to teach me how to kiss,” you said. his eyes almost bulged out of his head. “i’ve never had my first kiss and i figured it’s best to have it with someone i trust and learn from them.”

the gears were visibly turning in his head. “topper would kill me if he ever found out you even thought about something like this.”

you carelessly shrugged. “then we won’t tell him,” you reasoned. still, he looked unsure. “pleaseee, rafe? i really don’t want to embarrass myself tomorrow.”

he close his eyes and leaned his head back against the couch in thought. you were his best friends little sister and he’d basically watched you grow up. and somehow, you were still the girl he was hopelessly in love with. hearing you talk about another man so excitedly hurt his heart in ways he’d never admit. hearing the stories about how much fun you have at university, going to frat parties every weekend where handfuls of guys are undoubtedly staring at you as if they have the right. it made him pissed off just thinking about it.

but if the closest he’d ever get to having you was teaching you how to kiss for your date, he was willing to take it. “fine,” he mumbled. “but we do not say a word of this to topper or sarah or anyone else.”

a devious grin plastered on your face. “deal.” you grabbed his large hand in your smaller one and excitedly pulled him up into your room where everything was pink or white. he looked so out of place in here.

he took a seat on your bed and made himself comfortable then waited for you to do the same. you nervously tucked your hair behind your ears. “so what now?”

a soft chuckle left his lips. “first things first, relax,” he said, noticing how her leg was bouncing up and down. his hand came up to rest just above her knee, running his thumb over it soothingly. “just be loose, yeah? it’s weird to kiss someone who’s all tense and shit. and don’t overthink it. it’s a lot more natural to do than explain.”

he glanced down at the gap between you two and gestured for you to come closer. “c’mere,” he muttered, his voice low and silky. it made your stomach turn. “it’s not about being perfect or devouring the other person, the best is when its slow and it means something. so just start slow and let it build, okay? let me do the rest.”

“what do i do with my hands?” you asked, your heart now beating out of your chest at how close the two of you were. you couldn’t deny that rafe was hot. and something about him being so delicate with you, so patient, it made you feel things you didn’t want to admit.

he gently took yours in his own and placed them around his neck. “just touch me,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “doesn’t matter where. my neck, jaw, chest, hair, wherever you want sweetheart.”

you nodded and bit your bottom lip. you kept your arms loosely around his neck and locked eyes with him once more.

“don’t worry about doing it right, just come closer,” he replied softly, placing his hands on your bare waist a pulling you just a tad closer to him until your faces were inches apart. you couldn’t help but glance down at his lips instead. “look at me. take it slow. you don’t have to rush anything—just feel it. i’ll meet you halfway… all you have to do is kiss me back.”

nodding once more, you leaned in just slightly. his breath mingled with yours and you could feel his warmth getting closer and closer. then, his lips were on yours.

they were soft and pillowy and he tasted like strawberries. it was making your mind go haywire. you let your eyes flutter shut instantly and followed his lead as he pressed a long, sweet kiss to your mouth. he placed gentle pecks to follow.

it felt natural with him, like you weren’t being taught exactly what to do. he’d always had a way of making you feel comfortable.

your hands began to roam across his shoulders and buzzed hair, tilting your head a little more and matching the gentle pressure of his kisses. one of his came up to cradle your jaw, pulling away for just a second and tucking the loose strand of hair behind your ear again. “doin’ okay?”

“mhm,” you hummed. “am i doing good?” you asked shyly.

he thought that was a stupid question. of course you were. you could do anything and he’d give you a 10 out of 10. and for bonus points, he thought you looked breathtaking right now. your lips a little puffy and pink just like your cheeks. “real good, angel. wanna try more?”

you nodded eagerly like you were willing to take everything he could give. you in fact were. he used the hand on your jaw you slowly pull you back to him, his lips pressing against yours and his tongue prodding at the seam of your lips.

instinctively, you let him in and gasped softly into his mouth as the wet muscle brushed against yours like he was testing the waters.

when he was sure you weren’t freaking out, he let his tongue swipe across yours with a little more pressure until the two of you were dancing around each other. his hand that wasn’t on your jaw had moved up to your hair, softly tugging at the roots and pulling a quiet whimper from you.

the sound alone made his pants tighten a little bit. he stopped kissing you for a second. just to look at you. just to feel how close the two of you truly were. “you sure this is your first time?” he asked, slightly out of breath.

you laughed quietly and nodded. “i swear.”

and then he kissed you again—much deeper this time. slower. like he literally couldn’t get enough of your taste.

a boost of confidence surged through you when one of your hands slid down from his chest to his abs, earning a soft groan. your back was hurting from leaning forward so far so you climbed into his lap.

your thighs straddled his one either side and your hands rested on his shoulders. you broke the kiss for a second. “is this okay?”

a slight smile caught on his lips as he stared up at you like you were the most precious thing in this world. “yeah, ‘s perfect.” his big hands trailed down to your waist and pulled your front flush against his own.

if you would’ve told yourself a few days ago that you’d be making out with rafe cameron, your brothers best friend and your best friends brother, you’d laugh in your own face. but here you were, loving every second of it.

you let yourself sink fully into his lap, feeling a certain hardness below you. the pressure of you made rafe groan once more, a little louder this time. you swallowed down the sound and leaned a little further into him. the feeling of his mouth on yours was intoxicating.

your hips began to subconsciously roll into his. you’d read something about things like this before, how it’d make the guy go crazy.

and they were right. his hands found the globes of your ass like they belonged there and followed your rhythm, lightly aiding your movements. you couldn’t help the moan that left your lips. you’ve never felt something like this and it was making you lose your mind.

he pulled away for a second to catch his breath. “you’re so fuckin’ perfect. no man deserves this,” he muttered quietly.

you smiled a big toothy grin and kissed him again. you could stay like this forever. you thought it might actually be heaven.

that was until the front door was opened. “shit,” he cursed.

you shuffled off of him quickly and adjusted your clothes, walking over to your mirror to fix your hair and ensure you didn’t look like you’d just been making out with someone. “go hide in the bathroom,” you urged.

thank god for that. he needed to relieve himself or the boys definitely would’ve noticed the strain in his pants.

you casually peeked down the stairs at your brother and kelce. “i thought you weren’t supposed to be back for a while.”

“the restaurant was close. we’re jus’ gonna order something instead,” topper explained. “where have you been?” he asked curiously, shutting the door behind the other boy and toeing off his shoes.

“i just got back from pilates,” you lied, the perfect excuse for your flushed cheeks.

he nodded, fully believing you. “do you know where rafe went? he said he was gonna hang back.”

you shrugged as if you both didn’t just have your tongues down each others throats. “i just walked in before you. probably in the yard or the bathroom.”

he didn’t ask any more questions. therefore, you went back into your room. you couldn’t shake the grin off your lips from what had just went down in here.

[moondustedlily]

✮⋆˙ losing your virginity with bsf!rafe.

warnings — 18+. MDNI. reader losing virginity, lots & lots of praise.

cherie's note — this one needs a disclaimer i think; for the purpose of the work, i mentioned something along the lines of people who wait until after college being losers — i want to preface i do not think this way, but believe rafe and his best friend would definitely talk something like this. it's all make-believe!

you couldn't remember how the conversation had even started. maybe it was the ambiance — the television humming with that faint cool blue glow, whatever rafe had thrown on half-watched and long forgotten, a half-smoked blunt tutting between the two of you for the past couple of hours. somewhere along the way — you couldn't quite remember when — you'd let it slip.

you had never done anything. with anyone.

not that it was a big deal — it wasn't. but it was surprising, especially for rafe. the same rafe known for his reckless hookups and casually cruel behavior, who'd experienced it all years ago. he'd always assumed you had too, and never told him.

but as soon as you'd mumbled something about not wanting to be one of those losers who waited until after college to have any sort of sexual experience, the idea popped into his head like a fucking lightbulb — clear, bright, and impossible to ignore.

"what if i did it with you?"

maybe that's where it really started, actually.

his hands are warm and solid where they grip your hips, holding you steady as you straddle his lap, your thighs hovering just above him. your heart’s going too fast. your lip is caught between your teeth, eyes flicking between his and the space between you — like you’re still deciding, like you could still change your mind.

his gaze is darker than usual. blown pupils, flushed cheeks, mouth parted slightly as he stares up at you like he can’t quite believe this is real.

"we don't need to do this," he swallows, voice low and rough, like it's scraping its way up from his throat. his eyes drop to your lips. "you sure?"

you nod. maybe not totally sure, but sure enough. your stomach is tight with nerves, dread curling in your gut at the thought of the pressure, the sting — but when you look at him, the way he’s waiting for your word like it’s everything, it almost seems worth it.

“i—i wanna do this, ray,” you say quietly, and it’s the first time you’ve called him that in weeks.

his grip tightens on your hips. just a little.

“okay,” he whispers. “just breathe. go slow. i got you.”

you reach between the two of you, fingers trembling as you guide him to where you need him — tip nudging right where your body’s warm and ready and nervous. he keeps his eyes on yours the entire time, one hand sliding up your spine, the other still firm on your waist.

you lower yourself onto him slowly — a shaky inhale spilling from your lips as you feel him start to stretch you open, inch by inch. it’s not pain, not exactly — it’s pressure. overwhelming and unfamiliar and a lot.

“fuck,” he mutters, his head dropping back as he exhales through his nose. "nice and slow, pretty girl."

you squeeze your eyes shut. “is it supposed to feel like this?”

“you’re doing perfect,” he breathes, lifting his head again, blue eyes searching your expression. “you okay?”

you nod, jaw clenched.

“keep going,” you whisper. “please.”

he groans, low and guttural, as he helps guide you down the rest of the way, hips lifting just a little to meet yours. when you finally bottom out, your whole body goes still — breath caught in your throat, limbs trembling.

“there you go,” he murmurs, pressing his forehead to yours. “you did it.”

you nod, blinking fast, and whisper, “feels so full.”

“yeah,” he huffs, brushing a kiss over your cheek. “we’ll go slow, promise. i won’t move until you tell me to.”

you don’t expect the way it makes your chest ache. how gentle he is. like you’re something fragile. like you matter.

like maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

you sit still for a moment, adjusting to the stretch, the fullness — his thick cock buried deep inside of you, twitching slightly with every shaky breath he takes. the feeling is foreign, but delicious. rafe doesn't move — wouldn't dare, not when there was so much trust on the line. his hands rub slow, absent circles into your skin, and his lips brush your collarbone like he's trying to ground you.

“you okay?” he asks again, voice barely above a whisper, like he’s afraid to break the moment.

you nod, slower this time. “just… weird. good weird.”

he smiles — barely there, but it softens something in his expression. “yeah. it’s gonna get better, promise.”

you take a breath, and then another, and then roll your hips — just the tiniest bit. the movement pulls a gasp from your lips, and a sharp inhale from him.

“jesus—” his eyes flutter shut, head tilting back against the headboard as he groans. “you feel so fuckin’ good.”

you do it again, a little more this time. your hands plant on his chest, finding your rhythm slowly — small, tentative rocks of your hips that make your thighs tremble and your head swim. it’s overwhelming and messy and nothing like what you imagined, but it’s him, and it feels right.

his grip shifts, one hand sliding to the small of your back to guide you gently, the other gripping your thigh tight like he’s holding back everything he wants to do.

“that’s it,” he murmurs, eyes locked on your face, like he doesn’t wanna miss a single second. “you’re doing so fucking good.”

his praise goes straight to your stomach, makes the warmth there coil tighter. your brows knit together, bottom lip caught between your teeth as you rock into him a little harder — his cock dragging slow and thick against that sensitive spot inside you, making your breath hitch.

“r-rafe,” you whisper, voice shaking. “feels… better now.”

“yeah?” his hands tighten on your waist. “told you.”

he bucks up slightly, meeting your next roll with a soft thrust — not rough, not fast, but deep enough to make your body jerk and your nails dig into his chest.

you whimper, and that sound alone has him cursing again, jaw clenched like he’s barely keeping it together.

"feels good, huh?" he asks, calloused fingertips tickling the exposed skin of your hips. he presses a firm, lazy kiss against your jaw, his other hand interlocking with yours for an added bit of reassurance.

your hips move on instinct now, chasing the way he feels inside of you — deep and warm and so good it's making your head spin. every roll of your hips sends sparks through your stomach, that tightening coil getting hotter and hotter the longer you keep going.

rafe's gaze stays on you, watching you like he's never seen anything so pretty. hands firm on your waist, guiding you, steadying you.

"you're doing so good," he whispers, voice ragged, eyes flicking between your face and the spot where you're joined for the first time ever. "swear you were made for me."

your breath hitches, lashes fluttering as you grip his shoulders, trying to stay anchored through the pleasure that’s starting to take over.

“ray,” you gasp, soft and shaky. “it feels… i don’t know—i think i’m gonna—”

“i know,” he murmurs. “i know, baby. just let go. i’ve got you.”

he lifts his hips just slightly, pushing up into you at that perfect angle — again and again, unhurried but deep, and it makes your thighs tremble. makes your back arch. makes your whole body light up from the inside out.

and then it hits.

your orgasm crashes over you like a wave, stealing the breath from your lungs. you cry out, clutching him tighter, hips stuttering as your body pulses around him — every nerve ending on fire.

“fuck,” he groans, holding you through it, hands gripping you like he never wants to let go. “breathe, baby… you’re doin’ so good. i’ve got you.”

you collapse against him, chest to chest, face tucked into his neck as you try to catch your breath. he strokes your back gently, rocking into you a few more times before you feel him still, his breath catching, hips pressing up tight to yours as he lets go with a soft, broken sound.

you’re both quiet after that.

just the rise and fall of your breathing, your bodies pressed together, hearts thudding out of sync.

you don’t say anything at first. you don’t need to.

his hand finds yours. fingers lacing.

and he kisses your temple like he means it.

[moondustedlily]

✮⋆˙ . rafe's size kink dominates during your first time.

warnings — 18+ MDNI. size kink. dirty talk. praise.

cherie’s note — requested here! thank you for the idea nonnie<3, size kink goes brrrr in rafe's mind i swear. first thing he notices about a girl is how small she is compared to him, and when he's 6'2, it's not that hard (he is though).

rafe's got you on your back, thighs spread wide and pliant for him, held open by the bruising force of his fingertips against your soft skin, and his cock... god, his cock is barely in.

just the tip, and you're already trembling.

you'd seen it in pictures — and it was intimidating then, too. but nothing like now: wide innocent eyes staring back at him, almost pleading for him to be softer, as if this wasn't the softest he could go already.

rafe's eyes are locked on your face like's he's watching a masterpiece come together. one hand cups the back of your thigh, keeping it high and open for him, while the other cradles your jaw like you're fragile — like he knows he's way too big for you, and he's absolutely living for it.

"big stretch, huh?" he hums, slow and smug, and fond. "that's it, baby. breathe through it—good fuckin' girl."

you claw helplessly at his shoulders, soft whimpers mixed with pathetic cries ringing from you throat with each thick inch he forces in you — slow, dragging pressure that feels like you're being split in two.

"shh," he whispers again, pressing his forehead to yours. "i know it's a lot. my poor baby's stuffed so full she's shaking."

the look on his face is undeniable when he pulls back to gaze down at where you both connect — smug, cocky. confident. your cunt glistens with your slick under the warm light from your bedroom lamp, and he can't seem to find it in him to just, look away. not when you look like this — like you're one more inch away from rejecting his cock entirely, too thick to squeeze past your tiny cunt.

and he still, wasn't fully inside. only a few more inches until he'd kiss your cervix with the thick head of his cock, hips pressed flush against yours too. if your body would let him, anyway.

he paused there, buried halfway, his chest heaving. one hand flattened against your lower belly, fingers splayed wide as if to feel how deep he already was — how much further he had to go.

“still not all of me," he muttered, more to himself than you, voice low and hoarse with restraint. "gonna be able to take the rest, sweet girl?"

you nod frantically, jaw dropping open as he sinks a little deeper. your toes curl against the sheets as your walls flutter around him, adjusting in trembling pulsing. he heard it, felt it — and couldn't help the way his hips flexed just a little, driving another inch inside. a wet, needy sound spilled from your lips.

his cock drags slow and heavy through you, forcing your body to make room where there shouldn't be any. you could feel every ridge, every twitch, every deliberate inch he feeds into your soaked little cunt. you hiccup out a broken whimper as the thickest part of him breaches you — a deep, aching stretch that makes your back arch off the mattress. the sensation is borderline unbearable, but it's delicious. addictive.

when is hips finally press flush to yours, his cock fully seated inside, your eyes roll. it feels like he's in your stomach, so deep you couldn't take a full breath without feeling the weight and size of him.

"there i am," he murmurs. "stuffed so deep i'm makin' a bulge. fuck, look at that, baby."

you're panting under him, still trying to process the ache, the pressure, the fullness — and then he's sliding one warm, wide hand down to your stomach, fingertips brushing low until he finds it. that little rise under your skin, faint but unmistakable. his breath catches, and then he's groaning — low and wrecked. "fuck you're so small," he murmurs, thumb stroking the outline softly, almost in awe. "can't believe you let me do this to you."

[moondustedlily]

✮⋆˙ rafe finding out you like being choked during intimacy.

warnings — 18+. MDNI. pure smut. choking kink. slight praise and degradation + humiliation.

cherie's note — i would let rafe cameron strangle me to death please

it was wrong.

so fucking wrong. and disgusting, at that.

the idea of somebody wrapping their hand around your throat while they focused on the sensation of feeling so good? it was filthy in a way that made your skin burn and your heart race with something way too close to guilt. what kind of girl wanted that? what kind of girl got turned on by the idea of someone's hand wrapped around their neck; of surrendering completely and still begging for more? you couldn't tell rafe that — too scared, too ashamed — but the idea kept coming back.

his hand would be perfect wrapped around your pretty little throat, and you found your thighs squeezing together pathetically at the thought itself.

his cock was buried inside of you, thrusting deep and slow, like he had all the time in the world to ruin you. your legs were trembling, back arching off of the bed — and then, his hand slid up, fingers wrapping around your throat on a whim, without warning. and you gasped. your body betrayed you instantly — tightening around him so hard he cursed under his breath.

"that did it for you?" he groaned out, the length of him slipping effortlessly against the velvet warm of your cunt, "jesus christ, you're worse off than i thought."

you whimpered out at his words, face flushing with embarrassment. with shame. he rocked into you mercilessly, the knot tightening with each touch of pressure against the pulse point of your neck. your eyes flutter shut, rolling to the back of your head methodically as his fat cock nudged against that sweet spot inside of you.

"pussy's choking me," he laughs, cruel and teasing. your skin only served to flush further from guilt, "you're a fucking mess."

his grip on your throat tightened just enough to make the edges of your vision blur, the weight of it grounding you in the filth of the moment. every thrust felt deeper, sharper, like he was trying to fuck the shame out of you — like he enjoyed watching you unravel. "all brainless and fucked out just from a little pressure," he muttered, his breath hot against your cheek.

his hand flexed slightly, dragging a whimper out from your lips that only made his smirk grow. your nails dug into his back, desperate for something to hold onto, but he didn't slow — just kept driving into you, using your body like he owned it, like it was made to take him this way.

it hit you all at once — sharp and overwhelming, like your body had been teetering on the edge for too long. your thighs shook violently, walls clamping down around him like never before as your orgasm tore through you, messy and loud and impossible to hold back. a broken cry ripped from your throat, strangled by the pressure of his hand still wrapped around it, and he didn't let up — not the grip, not the pace, not the way he watched you fall apart like he'd planned it this way from the start. "fuck— there it is," he groaned, voice thick with praise, "that's it, baby. knew you'd cum the second i wrapped my hand around that pretty throat. sick little thing." his words spilled over your skin like gasoline, igniting the last spark of shame left within you as you trembled beneath him, completely ruined.

[moondustedlily]

bsf!rafe begging you to let him fuck you.

ᥫ᭡. based on this ask! 18+, smut!

"rafe, stop." you giggled, gently pushing against him. you weren't actually trying to get him to stop. truthfully, you didn’t want him to stop. you two had been playfully arguing, wrestling each other until it turned into.... this. his hands on your hips as he kissed and nipped at your neck.

rafe's fingers wrap around wrists, guiding your hands up where he pins them to the mattress. he leans back down, trailing kisses down your neck. "please, baby." rafe murmured softly against your skin. his lips were like fire against your skin, each kiss felt like fire, your skin tingling.

you let out a soft sigh, your fingers running through his hair. your resolve was crumbling, like it always did with rafe. hearing rafe beg and say please was like music to your ears and he knew that. anytime rafe wanted anything, he'd immediately start begging, knowing you couldn't say no. and he also knew how much you loved to hear him beg, which just fueled his motivation to do it.

"rafe..." you trail, your voice tinted with warning as his lips continued on your neck. "come on, baby, please. i'll make you feel so fuckin' good, i promise." he whimpered, his head tilting as he switched sides, kissing along the other side of your neck. "you know i'll take care of you."

── .✦

"shit, you're so fuckin' tight." rafe grunted, his hips snapping against yours as he drove his cock in and out. you mewled beneath him, already too cock drunk to form any coherent sentences. "gettin' fucked dumb by your best friend, huh? shit — you like that, don't you, princess?"

"you like your best friend fucking your tight little pussy, huh? you like your best friends cock stretching you out?" rafe smiled down at you, your eyes rolling back in your head as he continued to fuck you with slow, deep strokes. rafe's hand reaches up, gently brushing back some of your hair that had gotten on your face. he leaned down, his lips hovering over your ear. "you look so beautiful like this... with my cock buried deep inside you."

rafe guided you through three orgasms, with you finally tapping out after the third, spent and practically crying. "uh uh, baby. i want more. god knows the next time i'll have your pretty little pussy wrapped around me again." rafe's large hands reached down, pressing against the back of your thighs. using his weight and muscles, rate pressed your thighs back until your knees were touching your chest. balancing himself with a hand on the back of each thigh, using that as leverage to pound into you. his cock was driving deeper than before, his tip kissing your cervix with each thrust.

the sounds of his skin snapping against yours and your loud cries of pleasure filled the bedroom. you gripped the bedsheets for dear life as you felt your fourth orgasm of the night coming up. rate's thrusts were relentless, the squelching sounds of his cock driving into your soaked pussy was like music to his own ears. rafe looked down at where your bodies connected, a loud moan escaping from his lips. his large muscles flexed with each thrust, only spiraling you closer and closer to your next orgasm.

rafe took one hand from one of your thighs, using it to reach down and press his thumb against your clit, rubbing tight circles. your back arched off the mattress, a loud cry of pleasure leaving your lips and filling the room. "that's it, baby. come on. come for me." and that's all it took for your orgasm to rip through you, your body shaking and rafe's name leaving your lips like a mantra. "that's it, come all your best friends cock." rafe moaned. the way your pussy squeezed him like vice was all rafe needed to go over the edge, spilling his seed deep inside you.

"you've got the best pussy in all of outer banks. don't think this was our last time, princess."

[moondustedlily]

jj teaching inexperienced reader how to give head…

warnings: blowjob, messy kissing, spitting in mouth, cum swallowing, a little hair pulling, throat fucking, slight heavysack!jj, innocence kink.

pairings: pervy!jj x innocent!reader

⌗ lias note ◡̈ — poorly written, not proofread, please excuse any spelling mistakes. its been in my drafts for a while. if you are not comfortable with this type of content, feel free to scroll.

"so how do i do it?" you ask, your hand gripping his base gently, your touch featherlight and barely existent. he guides your hand up and down on his shaft, letting out a strangled groan from the feeling of your warm hand wrapped around him, and the pretty innocent face thats staring up at him.

you flinch at the sudden groan, caught off guard by the pornographic noise he let slip. you tilt your head as you continue stroking him, wondering if your doing okay. "jayj does it feel good?" you bat your eyes at him, continuing to stroke his length as he instructed you to.

he lets out a little groan at the sight of your flushed face, your innocence and inexperience only serving to turn him on further. he can feel the band tighten in his stomach, so he reaches one hand down to reluctantly remove your petite hand off his shaft.

before you can ask what you did wrong, he's maneuvering you down onto your knees in front of him, his cock now dangling over your face. you can feel jjs intense stare, and it makes you swallow thickly, toying with the silky fabric of your skirt.

"j-jay?" you squeak, hoping he isn't disappointed in you. his intense stare makes you want to crawl up in a hole and never resurface.

"yes baby?" he replies, still giving you that same intense look, relishing the sight of you on your knees, in a pretty skirt and a low cut top. thank god for your innocence, because he's not very subtle about the way he stares at you like a piece of meat. he can feel his thick cock harden even more, practically screaming for some sort of release.

take a piece of your hair between your fingers, twirling it as you look up at him, innocently staring into his lustful eyes that you didn't even know the half of.

"you wanna make me feel real good, pretty girl?" he asks, his voice taking a gentler tone, reaching down to rub the pad of his thumb along your cheek.

you nod enthusiastically at his question, wanting nothing but to make him feel good. as you nod firmly, jjs eyes flicker down to your exposed cleavage in the low cut top, watching them shake from your movements. he takes a deep breath, trying to calm his reeling mind.

he gently grabs the base of his cock, and guides it to your lips. "want y' to put it in your mouth, and take as much as you can, mkay baby?" when you nod, silently acknowledging his words, he gently pushes his cock inside, inch by inch, letting you adjust to his size.

he lets out a strangled groan, feeling your warm mouth welcome him in almost fully. he gently grabs the back of your hair, putting it up into a makeshift ponytail. he slowly but surely pushes your head down on his cock further, wanting to see how far you can go.

he hisses when he feels your teeth on the base of his cock, he gently tsks, and taps your cheek. "no teeth, babydoll. relax your throat, breathe through your nose." he says, pulling your hair back into the makeshift ponytail.

when he starts moving your head down again, you can feel him hit the back of your throat with every push, but it only serves to turn you on feeling your mouth so full of him. he groans when he feels your mouth relax on his thick cock.

"good girl, doin' so good f' me baby." he coos in between his strangled grunts, hissing at the feeling of your warm mouth taking him all the way. he starts to fuck your mouth, his toned hips, thrusting against your face. with every deep thrust, his balls slap your chin and all you can do is take it.

he groans and whimpers above you, nearing his release, his hips stuttering as his climax builds, "f-fuck baby, 'm gonna cum so hard. jus' let me fuck this pretty throat." he moans, and within a few seconds, his release shoots down your throat in creamy thick ropes.

you let out a surprised noise, instinctively going to spit it out, but jj shoves you back down, bending down to face level with you, "nuh uh, baby, open." he demands, and who were you to refuse him?

you open your mouth, sticking your tongue out shyly, his cum making a puddle on your tongue. he grabs your jaw quite roughly and spits in your mouth, adding to the mess. he lets go of your jaw and taps your cheek.

"you know what to do, baby. be a good girl and swallow." he demands, and with you being the innocent girl you are, you listen and swallow his cum and spit, looking up at him expectantly.

"was i good, jay?" you ask shyly, your voice hoarse from the cock that was just shoved down your throat. wiping your mouth from the drool that built up on the corner of it, you stare up at him.

"you were so good, sweet cheeks. now cmere, let me return the favor." he says, already tossing you over his shoulder.

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masterlist

» series

ᝰ HOME BEFORE DARK – childhood friends to strangers to lovers, fake dating

beginning . ii . iii . iv . v . vi . vii . end (blurbs)

ᝰ THE ACT OF UNRAVELLING – partners in crime, secret relationship

beginning . ii

ᝰ BETTER OFF – exes to lovers, toxic relationship

beginning . ii . end . alt end (blurbs)

ᝰ WATCH AND LEARN – sex first/feelings later, love triangle

beginning . ii . iii . iv . v . vi . vii . viii . ix . end . alt end (blurbs)

ᝰ CAM GIRL – smut with plot, rich boy/poor girl

beginning . ii . iii . iv . v . vi . vii . viii . ix . x . xi . end . alt end (blurbs)

ᝰ OUT OF BOUNDS – forbidden love

beginning . ii . iii . iv . v . vi . end

» one-shots

ᝰ SLEEPING WITH THE ENEMY (au masterlist)

ᝰ IMPERFECT STRANGERS (blurbs)

ᝰ HARD TO IGNORE

ᝰ PUSH AND PULL

ᝰ BITTERSWEET

ᝰ LOOKING TO SCORE

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» headcanons

» drabbles

faq

• are there things you don’t write about?

i do not write noncon/dubcon, certain kinks (daddy/mommy, breeding, innocent reader/corruption), incest (including step-family), cheating, or rpf.

• do you have a post schedule?

no, i post sporadically.

• what time zone are you in?

eastern.

• can i be the (emoji) anon?

🇧🇷 💗 🍓 🐇 😻 🏍️ 🌸 🩵 💘 ☃️ are taken, but anything else is cool!

• who do you write for?

for now, i write for rafe cameron and zach maclaren.

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The Spins - bsf!JJ Maybank × fem!reader

summary: y/n and JJ get high like they usually do, but this time y/n doesn't have as much control over herself like she usually would

word count: 1.5k

warnings: weed usage, smut, p in v (protected), fluffy

author's note: inspired by the song The Spins by Mac Miller, because I've always wanted to write something with that song in mind bc that song is sooooo JJ coded to me, and now I finally did and I think it's pretty good for once

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“Dude, the trees are singing,” you call out and start to giggle, nearly falling over if JJ didn't have his finger hooked in the loop of your jeans since you stood up.

“You for real?” he's just as dazed as you, but way calmer. That's how it is, when you get high together, you switch personalities, apparently. JJ starts to focus and talks less like himself, and you start to ramble until your tongue feels numb. Your mind is running haywire, going practically 60mp/h for all you know.

“Listen!” you exclaim, and he pulls you back into his arms, falling into his hold and letting the heat overwhelm you a bit.

You've smoked with JJ ever since you were old enough to get away with it. He introduced you to it, and back then you just wanted to not be a chicken in his eyes. He is your everything, your best friend, partner in crime, and while drunk one night you promised each other to get married if both of you turn out single at 36. That last part is your future, you don't doubt it happening, but you do doubt that he even remembers the deal.

“It's sooo beautiful, J,” you hum softly, trying to imitate the melody you hear.

“Sure is, cupcake,” JJ smiles and runs his hand over your back. This high, you have a hard time to not give into your impulses. You wish on a daily basis that he would make a move and give you more than friendship, but he won't, and you love him for it, for not making it awkward.

“Would you- no, do you want to be a tree? That's not right either,” you sigh in frustration, not being able to form a coherent thought.

“Would I want to be a tree if I could?” JJ smiles sweetly, and you nod, biting your lip while staring at his.

“Trees don't do much,” he considers, and you watch him; taking your hand up to draw lines over his face. “I don't know if I could stand still all day every day.”

“No, me either,” you sigh. “I want to be an elephant.”

“Why's that?” He entertains your high thoughts as if they were sober ones, never letting you feel stupid, because you wouldn't do that to him either.

“Huge ears, fans, so hot,” you say and hold your hand to his forehead. “So hot.”

“Maybe that's your fault,” he says, and you know it's a joke, it has to be.

“Gotta cool you down,” you nod and he smirks.

“How’r you gonna do that?”

“You remember-” you stop and stare into the distance, the sea looks so pretty and calm at night.

“Y/n, darling?” JJ brushes his hand through your hair, resting it at the edge of your jaw and brushing his thumb over your puffy cheek.

“Orgasm,” you nod, having finished your thought solitary.

“What?” he chuckles, and you tilt your head a bit, leaning into his touch without noticing.

“I just told you. Science says masturbation makes cool bodies. Do you not listen?” you huff, and he blinks a few times before he even tries to fully grasp your intentions.

“Maybe you should go inside then, help yourself out,” he says, letting go of your body, but you stay seated.

“JJ?” you ask, and for some reason you feel a little clearer at that moment.

“What’ya need, gorgeous?” he asks, and you blush.

“Wearing off,” you say, and he leans forward, making sure to not have you fall from his legs as he picks the bong from the small table and hands it to you. “Thank you,” you smile and close your mouth around the glass while he flicks his lighter on and lets the water bubble up inside the device.

“Better?” he asks after putting it back down, and you nod, but what you do next hasn't been part of his plan now or ever, at least not like this.

You take his head in your hands and press your lips to his, letting him taste some of the weed you'd just inhaled. But mostly he's filled up with how good it feels to finally kiss you and hold you and — have you rut against his growing erection? That can't be true.

But he's right and wrong as you pull away and stumble backwards and fall to the floor of the porch as if you regret all you did. JJ is still trying to fathom what just happened when you scramble up and start to rant about how you fucked everything up and how he must definitely hate you and everything is just the worst ever-

“Can you shut up?” he asks calmly, head in his hands, and you stop pacing to look at him.

“I'm sorry,” you say, eyes red and glossy, but your lips, your perfectly sweet and delicious lips, are trembling.

“I'm not,” he says, looking you straight in the eyes as he stands and takes your hand to lead you inside. He's overcome with need and love, and he feels most lucky; you making the move on him when he has never had the guts to, and doing it on a night where you guys have the Château for yourself with JB being at Sarah's. It's like he hit the jackpot three times that night.

“What are we gonna do?” you ask him, trying to not seem giddy, but you don't manage it well with how fucking high you actually are.

“Reduce the heat or something,” he says before picking you up and practically throwing you onto the bed.

JJ is kissing down your body, removing every piece of clothing that is in the way of his hungry lips and your delicious skin. He's humming and mumbling things that you can't fully register because your body feels like it's floating and burning up and suffocating at the same time.

“JJ? Do you wanna fuck me?” you giggle, and he lifts his head, a line of spit connecting your tummy and his lips, as he looks up into your widened eyes.

“Oh, baby, I never wanted to do any less than that,” he's basically growling at this point.

“I'm very high,” you're still giggling when he shifts upwards to be at the same level as your head. Your hands find his waist, and it's the first time you notice that he undressed not just you entirely, but himself too.

“I know. Will make you come so hard, baby,” he says as if it's a promise, but you can't reply as his lips lock with yours. Your eyes roll back just at the simple feeling of his tongue forcing itself into your mouth.

“Fuck me, please,” you gasp, lifting your hips to meet his, and he hisses.

You can't remember if he put a condom on when he starts to push into you, and you couldn't care less. Your back is arched towards him, and he presses you into the mattress with your fingers intertwined and his lips sucking on your neck. And he was right, you could come just from the way he bottoms out, gently pressing against your cervix.

It's when his eyes finally find yours again that you believe you might've died and gone to heaven. JJ is so gentle, and he looks so beautiful while fucking you, and you don't think he minds that your brain is blocking out all the noise to focus on the pleasure he's giving you.

“You feel so perfect, baby. I would die for this pussy,” he moans, and your unresponsiveness isn't what he wished for, but he knows you well enough to understand what's happening. “I won't be able to stay away from you now, cupcake. You own me,” he whispers in your ear, and you gasp.

“You own me,” you repeat, searching for his lips to prove to him that you're devoted to him and no one else. JJ is amazed by you, always has been, but this is different. He's fully aware that he will not survive if you can't remember this night by tomorrow, or if you choose to deny what happened, or worse if you think it was a mistake altogether.

His hands leave yours to rub over your thighs and hook them around his waist before torturing your clit. And by God, he'd never imagined you scream so beautifully when he brings you to your high. A thousand angel choirs wouldn't sound as beautiful to him as you do.

But the definition of love takes a turn for him when you come, squirting all over his cock and not stopping until he can't hold back himself. A part of him is annoyed with himself for using a condom, but the more rational side of his brain thanks him for it, because he doesn't know if you could've gotten pregnant.

And while he fights himself to keep fucking you through both your orgasms, you feel like you finally reached clarity, like the mysteries of the universe have just revealed themselves to you.

“That was the best sex in my life,” JJ pants as he falls to your side.

“I think I met God,” you sigh, but before he can ask what you mean with it, you've fallen asleep and are nuzzled into his side like you've never belonged anywhere else in your life.

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Trick or treat! 👻

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author's note: this is a fic I started but I will never finish, so it ends before anything happens that would actually be interesting. It's basically like foreplay that ends in a blank page. idk okay. I never finished it bc I didn't know how to continue, it's not like I can't tell you what was supposed to happen after, I very juch could, but I was never capable of writing it down and that's been like this for nearly a whole year cause I wrote this in late December last year. anyway, no more talking, here's the start of an unfinished fic.

summary/idea: y/n and JJ spend a day together on a boat in the open sea and use the time they have appropriately

word count: 1.8k

warnings: making out, suggestive language, JJ PoV, established relationship, fem!Kook!reader

This is 100% unedited and NOT finished!!!

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“I know nothing about boats, I would need someone who knows what they are doing, the best one you got,” I heard her sweet voice trying to charm Guffy. “I'll pay extra if he's pretty,” she said and when I glanced up I could see him put a few bills into his pocket. “JJ!” he called out and I had to bite a grin away while she pretended to not know me at all. I walked over to them, cleaning off my hands and smiling politely to keep up the facade. “What do you need?” I asked. “One trip on the Ariadne, and be careful with our very charming client,” he said and eyed me intensely. “I won't disappoint, wouldn't dream of it,” I said and grinned before turning towards my girl. “M’lady,” I mused and held my hand out for her. She held onto me as I guided her towards the small yacht, before I went back to grab a cooler and Guffy pulled me away one last time. “I don't care what you do, but if she comes back happy, you'll get half of the winnings, do you hear me?” he whispered while staring into my eyes and I didn't really know how to feel about it. Maybe it would've been different if it had been anyone but y/n, but it still would've felt off that he even suggested it. “I'll see what I can do,” I said and grasped the cooler tighter before walking away to the boat.

I drove us far enough out to not get annoyed by anyone passing by, far enough to be able to do whatever we wanted without anyone seeing. “I heard you pay extra when they're pretty,” I teased her after dropping the anchor. y/n was lying on the wooden planks, bathing herself in the sunlight as if I wasn't there at all. “I like my boys pretty,” she replied before batting her eyes at me. “Sunbathing with a bikini on will leave lines,” I whispered while leaning down over her and she had pulled me in quicker than I could've said my own name. Her lips pressed against mine in a needy kiss and I forgot everything for a moment until she let go again and giggled. “This was the best idea I ever had, right after the one where I decided to not give up on making you fall for me.” “Pretty sure I fell for you way before I even knew I was capable of it,” I chuckled while walking into the small cabin.

She got up and followed me, the opened wrap dress flowing in the wind. “Oh, but you wouldn't have even noticed if I hadn't made sure you would.” “Took longer than you wanted it to,” I mumbled as she hugged me from behind. “Yeah, well, better that than never, right?” She said quietly. “How much did you pay him? He offered me half when I bring you back ‘happy’,” I drew quotation marks in the air as I said it and she giggled. “Oh, you'd throw me overboard if you knew, that's also why he didn't give you a timeslot, we have as much time as we want, we could stay a whole day, maybe even two, and he'd still have some left,” she pressed her face in between my shoulders while talking. “So, you are paying for me to fuck you? Maybe I should be turned off by that. Tell me again why that doesn't turn me off?” I asked while turning around to be able to look at her. “One, you love me so much. Two, you'd still do anything for money, and getting to have this much fun and making more than ever is probably very fucking good, I would think, especially because you love me. Three, I paid for you to spend the day with me, I can't help it if all you want to do is make me cum over and over and over and ov-” I cut her off with a kiss, sloppy and breathtaking, my hand fisting her hair behind her head, while hers rested on my hips, pressing her hips against my hardening cock. “You know what, I think you should go and look through my bag, maybe you'll find something interesting,” she hushed, her lips ghosting mine before she pulled away and spun me around as if I didn't weigh anything.

I picked up her bag and walked back over to where she had sat down. She looked like a model, the way her legs were angled on the white cushions, my sunglasses on her nose and the painted red lips drawn to a smile. Putting the bag down beside me as I sat down opposite of her, I started looking through it and putting the most interesting things on the small table in between us; teak wood, easy to clean, just like the rest of the fancy boat, apart from the cushions maybe, but I so rarely had to clean those before. “And?” she asked, anticipation swinging in her voice as she pulled the glasses down. “I didn't think this bag could fit this much,” I mumbled and put an Uno game and a small toiletry bag out, placing both on the table. Next followed a small box, which was locked, and when I gave her a questioning look she just smiled a bit wider before nodding to signal me to keep going. “If this is what I think it is-” I muttered while pulling a black hardshell travel kit out of the bag. “Please don't be something else,” I whispered to myself while slowly pulling the zipper open and revealing the camera inside. “Shit, I love being right,” I hissed as I thought about all of the things I would do to her later. “I see you like what I have in mind,” she giggled.

“How did you think of this?” I wondered while picking up the camera and turning it on, the settings were put to photographs and I couldn't stop myself from taking a few of her as she spoke. “Well, you know how Pamela Anderson had that tape of her and her ex husband leaked back in the 80s or 90s or whenever that was? I mean, that was horrible, but I know that they filmed mostly their honeymoon, which was on a boat, and I thought that would be a funny idea. And the camera isn't a rental, and I made sure that the SD card has a failsafe, it can only be accessed with a password that only I have, for now, and if it's typed in wrong more than three times, boom, no more anything. It's pretty smart, Pope did that for me, took a bit longer than I had expected, but better late than never, right?” “How good is that password?” I asked and put the camera back up, in between her explanation I had to take it down to just admire her as she was, smart and sexy and more than I could've ever wished for. “It's extremely long, and hard,” she said and flashed her eyebrows at me. “I don't think taking ‘JJ’s pretty dick’ as a password is as safe as I want it to be,” I joked and she threw a small pillow at me, that I barely caught before it could fall into the sea. “These pillows are expensive, just so you know,” I said but she just rolled her eyes at me before putting the sunglasses back on. “Now I won't tell you,” she said while crossing her arms in front of her chest and pouting in a joking manner. “How big is that card?” I asked while taking another shot, zooming in on her legs. “I don't think we'll be able to fill it in one day, not even in two,” she said with a mischievous smile.

“What if I wanna print one of these?” I asked and took another shot just as she pulled the glasses down a little. “Why would you wanna print them?” she asked. “To hang one up at home? I don't know, why wouldn't I?” I shrugged slightly and she got up and sat down next to me, taking the camera in her hand and looking through all the pictures I had already taken of her. “Maybe, but only if I get to take some of you too,” she said and got up again, just to take a picture and look at it for a while. “I'm not that good at this, my phone is easier,” she sounded defeated. “Show me,” I whispered after getting up and placing myself behind her. The picture wasn't bad, just a bit unsteady and unfocused. I pressed the little “auto” button and told her to try it again, while leaning against the railing. “I think this is better, but I hate that I have to use the fucking dummy mode to take good pictures of you,” she pouted and dragged herself over to me. “You are so effortlessly good at this, and I'm shit.” “Nothing bad about that, you are way better at so many things than me too, I can barely keep up.” My words managed to conjure a small smile on her lips. “Keep talking,” she hushed. “All right, you're way better at baking than me, or just cooking at all, which I will work on, I promise,” I wanted to keep going but she had to laugh. “You burnt spaghetti,” she was basically guffawing. “I'm gonna learn,” I tried to defend myself a little but had to laugh too, her laughter was just too addictive. “I love you so much,” she mused after managing to control her laughter. “Love you so much too, princess,” I whispered and kissed her gently.

“Do you wanna play a game of Uno?” she whispered against my lips and I opened my eyes to look at her, already staring back at me. “I have made up new rules, better rules.” “Tell me about those rules,” I said while pulling her back towards the table, which was still filled with the things from her bag. “Oh, you'll see in the game, I only changed a single thing really,” y/n was as vague as she could be and I didn't know if I was actually that fond of the game without knowing what would happen. I cleaned the table and we started playing, but when I placed the +4 card she didn't groan out of annoyance like she usually did, but instead grinned and took off the flimsy fabric of the dress, which was really only draped over her shoulders now, and then she kept playing without taking four. “That's a rule you'll never use when we play with anyone else,” I said she grinned a bit wider. After that it didn't take long for me to lose my shirt, and for her everything else she had on and suddenly the game was forgotten.

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touch starved reader and jj is actually sending me 🫣

-͟͟͞☆ touch starved!reader with jj…

warnings none, i don't think but let me know

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Being touch starved always left you with an ache that nothing could soothe. At times, you found yourself hugging your frame into your own arms, rubbing your hands up and down on your thighs or your upper arms, anything, really. But nothing seemed to work.

Until you started dating JJ.

Even before the two of you had gotten together, he would find small ways to touch you, to spread lightning bolts through your skin from his own.

You still remember the first time he did so. His palm laid upon your shoulder, and he gave it a tight squeeze in greeting. Your body had gone rigid and you stood there in shock, wondering if your longing had gotten so bad that your vivid imagination had transformed into full on hallucinations.

Your reactions didn't go unnoticed by him either. At first, he thought he'd overstepped. But then he realized that you hadn't scrunched your shoulder up or moved away in disgust. You were just...surprised. So the next time he saw you, he decided to try something else. Brushing over your cheek with his thumb, claiming you had a shed eyelash there. Then grabbing your hand in his casually as the two of you walked somewhere. He'd sling an arm around you pulling you close. Then he stepped it up to a hug that had spread goosebumps over your flesh. Your arms wrapped around him, reciprocating the embrace albeit reluctantly. But the minute you'd leaned into it, you knew there was no one else on earth that could recreate that feeling of safety. Of protection and warmth and domesticity.

And now that you were dating him, things couldn't have been better. He'd always been touchy, especially when it came to you, but embarking on a relationship with him had only opened the door to a million possibilities. You'd told him how touch starved you'd been before you met him. How you so desperately needed that comfort but had never found it in the arms of anyone but yourself. His eyes popped out of their sockets, and his heart stopped, because, who could ever treat his girl that way? His sweet, loving, kindhearted girl whose smile started his day, and whose spirit alone provided him with the sort of home he himself had always vied for?

He couldn't stand for the neglect you'd been facing all that time. So he vowed to make up for it. And, boy, did he excel at it.

Every time he greeted you, you were met with a million kisses pressed all over your face. His hands cupping your cheeks, resting on the junctions where your shoulders met your neck. Smoothing down the curves of your waist, down to your hips. Long hugs, squeezes when his hand laid on your thigh, holding your hand and kissing the back of it as he drove. Absentmindedly trailing his digits up and down your lower legs when they rested on his lap. Random massages, pulling you extra close when you cuddled, even in his sleep. If your body ever strayed away from his in slumber, he'd always find you. It was his only mission in life that felt necessary. Meaningful.

During moments of passion, his hands don't abandon you once. It's as if he's trying to stain his prints onto you forever. His fingers weave through your hair, his palms tighten their grip on you as if you'll slip away. They're constantly pulling you closer, keeping you stuck to his skin. He knows the intimacy means everything to you, but it means everything to him too. If he could superglue himself to you, he'd do it in a heartbeat.

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banana pancakes - j.m.

word count: 2,347

summary: soft slow morning sex with JJ.

warnings: smut under the cut, minors dni!!! really soft fluffy smut, very slight dacryphilia (literally just mentioned in dialogue)

a/n: would have never guessed that outer banks would be the hyperfixation to pull me out of my smut writing block but here we are!!! likes, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!!

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loved this series😭 chapter six had me on my kneesss

Dirty Little Secret | Series

fuckbuddy!JJ x Kook!reader 

You’re a new Kook in town who just so happens to be fuck buddies with JJ Maybank behind closed doors, or open ones, with absolutely no feelings involved. Or so you both vowed. What happens when you find yourself falling more and more for everyone’s favorite golden boy even though all he can see you as is a spoiled rich girl? 

Chapter One- Blankets 

Chapter Two- Palm Trees 

Chapter Three- Bandanas 

Chapter Four- Ferry Tickets

Chapter Five- Hammocks

Chapter Six- Surfboards

Chapter Seven- Adios Motherfuckers

Chapter Eight- Ball Gowns

Chapter Nine- Midsummers

Chapter Ten- Bow Ties

Chapter Eleven- Golf Carts 

Chapter Twelve- Hammocks, Again (final)

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Dirty Little Secret | Chapter 6: Surf Boards

fuckbuddy!JJ x Kook!Reader

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You and JJ are fuck buddies- strictly physical. But what happens when you find yourself falling more and more for everyone’s favorite golden boy even though all he can see you as is a spoiled rich girl?

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note: smutty smut smut under the cut. Also you guys are ze best!!! 

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best potluck ever

ex-pogue kook!reader x jj maybank

summary a few months before they actually start dating , jj and y/n hook up. it’s her first time , his first time with her , and funnily enough it was just how she always imagined it.

warnings profanity , underage drinking , use of marijuana , loss of virginity , smut ( unprotected pinv , fingering , oral f!receiving , titty sucking ) , sex under the influence ( this is still consensual y’all ) , secretive hookup

18+ minors dni

it was yet another bonfire night. john b decided to invite you , kie , pope , and jj over for a hangout. it was a weekly potluck sort of thing that your friends did once a month. you had bonfires more than that , but these potlucks were a little more organized than your usual hangouts.

you brought the drinks : beer , ciders , a bottle of fireball , and water. kie showed up with food and snacks filling her bag to the brim , knowing you’d all get the munchies at some point. jj supplied the weed. pope brought a few movies , and john b had started the fire up just before you all arrived sporadically.

“do you ever think about how in another world we don’t know each other?” jj wondered out loud , lying in the hammock with you as he passed the joint over to kie.

you kicked him lightly , rolling your eyes. “fuck off — us being friends is inevitable. in every universe,” you replied , not wanting to think about not knowing your favorite people. john b threw an empty beer can at jj in protest too.

“i mean , there’s potentially infinite universes. what are the odds this is the only one we’re all friends in?” pope added in , sipping on his drink slowly , eyes focused out on the water that reflected the setting sun.

“do you ever think about how in another world we’re probably enemies? statistically,” kie joked , making fun of jj and his existential question. he usually brings them up , if not pope. you sighed , pushing yourself out of the hammock with slight struggle and help from jj.

all of your friends eyes followed you as you walked to the chateau. “where you going , lava girl?” jj questioned , the only one to actually need to ask.

you looked over your shoulder and gave him a look. “dude , i’m gonna go waz. leave me alone?” you laughed , turning back to the house before hearing a thud , oomph , and then footsteps. “what do you want?” you asked , walking into the house and to the bathroom as you hear john b call out after the two of you, no mackin’!

“i gotta go too,” he shrugged.

“well , you can only come in if i can hold it,” you joked , pulling your shorts and going to the bathroom while jj waited in the doorway. jj takes your place as you wash your hands before following your actions.

“you look really pretty right now,” he admitted , turning to face you as he put the towel down. your eyes were glossy , slightly red. your cheeks were flushed from the fire outside and the liquor in your system. you laughed , pushing him away and walking back towards the door. “no! really , you look pretty,” he repeated , grabbing you before you could go.

“you’re drunk , j. knock it off.” you didn’t mean it. hell , you would take every single compliment jj ever gave you.

jj just smiled at you , keeping you up against the wall , trapped in his arms. “y’know what we haven’t done in awhile?” his voice sounded like trouble.

“what haven’t we done in awhile?” you whispered back , smile mirroring his. he was infectious.

before you even got the chance to ask the question again , jj was leaning in , planting his lips on yours. it took you by surprise ; it had been awhile , but you melted into his arms , kissing him back. you reveled in the feeling for as long as you could before pulling away. “you’re drunk,” you sighed.

a scoff left jj’s mouth. “i’m drunk , yes. you are too , and you’re really pretty,” he explained , pressing kisses onto your face lovingly, “really , very , truly pretty.”

“you’re obsessed with me,” you giggled , moving his face in front of yours to peck his lips once more before dipping under his arms and out the front door. your friends were obviously waiting for you two to get back , seeing the defeated look on jj’s face just gave them the answer they were looking for.

“shot down again , folks!” jj lied , pumping his fists in the air while you laughed and took your spot back on the hammock next to kie , who had taken jj’s spot.

the rest of the night was filled with drinking games , a movie , and eating all of the snacks kie brought. pope passed out on the porch. kie took residence on the couch. john b went to his room , and that left you and jj alone outside , knowing the spare room was for him.

“do you wanna go to bed too?” you questioned , watching john b turn his bedroom light off for the night , leaving the sizzling fire to be the last source of light for you — well , that and the blunt.

jj leaned his head back , getting comfortable. “do you?” he hummed , not bothering to open his eyes.

“well , it would be nice to not get eaten up by bugs for the rest of the night,” you shrugged. maybe he didn’t want to sleep in the same bed as you. maybe you shouldn’t have asked. “but i can crash on the couch with kie. it’s not a big deal,” you rushed to add in.

he opened one eye , peering over at you. “why would you do that?” he was right. why would you do that? every time you had ever spent the night at john B’S it was in the same bed as jj. “what? do you hate me now?” jj jested , nudging you lightly to knock you out of the headspace you were in, “you get so overthink-y when you smoke.”

“it’s only when i smoke your weed , jj,” you corrected , sitting up in the hammock, “it’s your fault i am the way i am right now.”

“what way are you? pretty?”

oh , he’s still on that too. “stop it , jj,” you laughed , trying to stay quiet so you don’t wake pope up. as you were fighting his compliments once again , jj moved around sloppily to play next to you rather across. “what are you doing?”

“we’re stargazing,” he whispered , pulling you close under his arm, “just relax.”

you loved how special you felt when he noticed your anxiety or nervousness. he never pointed it out to be mean , but he made sure to make you feel better in some way. usually by making you laugh , but sometimes it was a gentle squeeze.

“i am relaxed,” you huffed , rolling into his side more — disregarding the stars altogether, “i relax when i’m with you.”

jj tilted his head back a little more , hiding his smile from you the best he could. “you’re my best friend , y/n/n.”

you craned your neck to look at him ; you knew you were best friends , but it was nice to actually hear it. his eyes were still on the stars twinkling in the sky , and from this angle , the fire was settling a soft glow on his skin. he was perfect.

“even though i’m a kook now?” you were slightly kidding. deep down , you know nothing would come between you and jj’s friendship , but the boy did have a strong distaste for anyone who lived on figure eight.

“even though you’re a kook now,” he reassured you softly.

you push yourself up , placing your hands on his chest so you could really , truly look at him. “you’re my best friend , too. just so you know,” you smiled , getting him to finally look at you when you moved.

“yeah?”

“in the whole world,” you added with a nod , catching his eyes flicker to your lips. its was quick , but you saw it.

he knew you knew what he did. he wasn’t slick about it. he didn’t mean to be slick about it. and the moment he saw you repeat his actions , he leaned in. you didn’t hesitate this time , kissing him back as soon as you felt him shift. “maybe we should go to bed,” jj mumbled against your lips , agreeing to your earlier question. you giggled , pulling away after one more quick kiss and nodding.

“lets go to bed,” you whispered , maneuvering out of the hammock and turning to hold your hand out to jj with a smile. happily and willingly , jj got up too , goofy smile on his face as you tug him into the house. he followed up closely behind you , kissing at your neck and chuckling as you shushed him.

you both stumbled into the bedroom that was claimed as jj’s. your lips were on each other as soon as the door closed xx slowly moving toward the bed. “so pretty,” jj muttered yet again , stopping when the backs of your knees hit the bed frame.

“so are you,” you giggled back , raking your fingers through his hair. you often did that when you two were hanging out , but this felt different.

jj pulled away first , helping you settle into the bed before climbing over you and kissing at you neck. one of his hands grabbed at your thigh , pulling your leg over his hips as he thrusted against you. you couldn’t help but let soft moans escape your opened lips. “gonna make you feel so good , baby,” he slurred out , coming back to face you and kiss your lips once he was happy with the marks he’d littered across your skin.

his hand continued moving up your body , stopping every now and then to caress you slower , trying to lock the feeling into his mind forever. all you could manage to do was whine in response , hips thrusting up to meet his with more fervor. that’s when he moved that wandering hand to the front of your bikini bottoms , feeling the damp patch that had started to form and rubbing you through the cloth.

you whispered his name , not knowing what you were asking him off , but he simply kissed you. “this okay? we can stop if you want to,” he questioned , slowing down his ministrations almost completely. your eyes were still closed , cloudy head filling nothing but want.

“keep going , please,” you spoke so softly , jj almost couldn’t hear you , but it’s when you opened your eyes and looked into his that he knew he wasn’t stopping anytime soon.

“yeah,” he mused , pinching the fabric and pulling it to the side, “i’ll keep going for ya. only because you used your manners though.” jj’s smile alone was killing you ; the way he cocked his head to the side ever so slightly. this had to have been heaven. but as he slowly , gently slid a finger into your begging entrance , you realized you were wrong. that was heaven.

your eyes closed yet again , head falling back into the pillows you had stacked on the bed when you realized how often jj was crashing here. his hand kept moving , pulling all the way out and twisting back in as far as he could , reaching the perfect spot. “fuck , jj!” you moaned , far louder than you expected to. his free hand shot to cover your mouth.

“gotta be quiet,” he reminded you , sliding his hand to your cheek to kiss you again, “can you be quiet for me , baby?” you nodded into the kiss , grinding into his palm when he added another finger.

you were a virgin , yes , but you had touched yourself before. almost every time was to the thought of jj. the real thing was so much better. he reached deeper , stretching you out further than you had ever done yourself. “harder , please , j?” your voice was a whisper this time , listening so well.

his hand shifted , doing as you asked while he watched your face twist into a new form of pleasure. “i’ll give you whatever you want,” he promised , shifting lower until his lips could plant deep kisses into your thighs, “god , you’re so fucking tight,” he ogled just before moving his mouth onto you , tongue rolling around your throbbing mound, “want you to cum for me. please , baby?”

it was like the last thing you needed to reach your peak was jj’s tongue. it worked around your clit as his fingers slid in and out of you leaking pussy. “jj!” you whimpered , trying to move your hips he had pinned down with his other arm, “gonna — fuck , i’m gonna cum!” you warned him , but he didn’t slow down ; he didn’t change what he was doing. he just held you closer and kept going. he didn’t stop his own hips from grinding into the mattress ; only when your body deflated and a strangled moan came out did he slow , coming up for a breath.

“taste so fucking good,” he exhaled , kissing your thighs and gently pulling his fingers from you. you were still catching your breath , lips tingling from your orgasm when you opened your eyes and saw jj licking his fingers off and undoing his belt. “will you take this shirt off for me , please?” he asked running his hand up your stomach until he reached your face , thumb pulling at your bottom lip. “huh?”

you decided in that moment. you would never say no to jj maybank in your life. you nodded , sitting up a little to pull your his shirt off of you , leaving you in your bikini as he ripped his own shirt off with you.

“prettiest girl i’ve ever seen. swear to god.” his eyes raked over your body , taking in ever detail before moving to slip your bottoms off. you shifted , helping him out as you untied the knot at the back of you neck. a groan left jj’s mouth , head lolling back for a second before he reached forward , filling his hands with your now bare tits. “holy fuck!” he grunted , grinding against your puffy core again and leaning down to capture one of your nipples in his mouth.

“mmh , jj?” you spoke softly , pulling at his hair to lift his head up with failure. his eyes locked with yours , mouth still sucking at you when he nodded for you to go on. “will you fuck me?” tears were in your eyes from the pure euphoria your body was taking on , and you were moving your hips in time with his , begging for more.

jj pulled himself away from you and sat up on his knees. “i can do that,” he chuckled , pulling his pants and underwear down before clumsily kicking them off his legs the rest of the way. he situated himself between your legs again , stroking himself as you eyed him.

you had felt him hard before. you had an idea of how big he was. “fuck,” you sighed , taking in how much bigger he was than you expected, “jj—“

“we need a condom?” he cut you off , sure he could find one somewhere in the house if you said yes. you shook your head , still foggy and wanting. his smile appeared again as he moved to cover your body with his , lips meeting yours again. his hand guided himself to your core , and he let out the faintest whimper when his tip caught your soaked entrance.

jj pushed into you , only a little bit , slowing to take in the sounds you were making for a moment. your eyes caught his again , and that’s when he shoved himself all the way in , burying into your cunt until his hips were pressed flush against yours. “fuck , baby. feel so good,” he grunted , pulling out and pushing back in harshly a few times before your hands shot down and held his hips back and a squeal came from your lips.

“wait—“ you gasped out , his hips complying with your hands despite the ability to continue if they wanted.

“what’s wrong?” jj worried , not moving in or out , scanning your face for an answer, “did i do something?”

“no , no! it’s just — i , uh , i’m a virgin,” you blurted out , hands moving to cover your face in embarrassment, “i’msorryishouldvetoldyou.”

jj’s eyes softened to their natural , sweet state as he looked at you. “y/n , i’m sorry. i didn’t know,” he apologized , slowly pulling out of you, “it’s no biggie ; i mean , i’ll just make it special-er you,” he chuckled , pressing light kisses to your hands until you moved them.

your cheeks were red , burning at the fact that this was happening. why wouldn’t you tell him before? “you still wanna?” you questioned , surprised that he was okay with you lying to him. well , omitting facts.

“do you?” jj echoed gently. you nodded , smile coming to your lips again. “then hell yeah i still wanna.” he laughed as quietly as possible and kissed you again, “you’re my dream girl ; of course i still wanna.”

you two stifled your laughs together , your hands snaking around his neck and pulling him into you. “you can go again , now. i’m ready,” you admitted , planting two kisses on his lips with a smile.

jj nodded , goofy little smile on display before reach down and guiding himself to you again. he slid his cock through your folds , smacking your clit a couple times before running through you again. “jj,” you whine , wanting him to do something now that you were ready again.

“be patient,” he demanded , holding back his own moans as he continued sliding himself over your slick, “i’m gonna give it to you. promise.” a promise he sealed with a kiss.

and just when your lips locked again , he slide all the way in nice and slow. you groaned into his mouth , biting his lip. “fuck , jj!” you moan , back arching from the bed as he thrusted into you deeper than he had earlier tantalizingly slow.

“ah , quiet. remember?” jj hummed , stopping to emphasize his point, “can’t do this if we get caught , baby.” one of his hands came up to your mouth , and you naturally opened your lips to take his fingers he held up. your tongue swirled and sucked them as jj started moving his hips again.

you moaned around his fingers , your own finding purchase in the bedsheets. jj removed his fingers from your mouth and used the lubricant to rub against your swollen clit. you yanked him down into another kiss , needing to muffle your cries somehow. it was getting harder to keep them discreet.

“so fucking close , jj. don’t stop,” you begged , looking at him with wide , glassy eyes.

he groaned in response , sitting back on his heels and gripping your hips. “fucking cum on my dick , baby,” he grunted , moving you at his own whim to fuck you on himself, “please.” his voice was whiny as his thighs started to shake , feeling his own orgasm approaching. your back arched further off the bed , your shoulders your only support as you gushed around him , forcing his cock out of you and your hips to fall back on the damp sheets.

“fuck , fuck , fuck!” you cried , no longer bothering to control your volume. jj moaned out with you , hand jerking himself off over your stomach. he came on your skin before crashing over you , head falling into your neck as he grunted again.

“oh my fucking god.” jj’s voice was deeper , raspy as he caught his breath. he pulled out of you and rolled to his side. “fuck you’re amazing,” he chuckled , moving the hair from your face to kiss your cheek.

“that was—“ you blew air out at a loss of words.

“you fucking squirted,” jj awed , sitting up on his side and rubbing you leg, “did so good for me. lemme get you cleaned up , baby. stay here.”

you nodded lazily , still coming back down from your high. you could feel the wetness soaking into the mattress below you , sending a chill up your spine. in a minute jj had darted to the bathroom for a towel and back in , slowly closing the door behind him.

“feeling okay?” he checked in , starting to clean your stomach off with the towel.

“best potluck ever,” you confirmed.

not proofread but i will edit it after i come out with the next part<3