You Get Me So High
JJ Maybank x Reader
Warnings: DUB-CON, STEPCEST, loss of virginity, toxic relationship (JJ's kind of an asshole), jealousy, manipulation, underage drinking, drug use, brief Rafe x reader
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summary:Â To everyone else, JJ is just being an overprotective brother. To you, he's being a possessive asshole.
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You crossed your arms over your chest, watching with a scowl as Kie entertained some guy youâd seen throw a smile her way earlier. You were leaning against a tree, acting as more of an observer than an actual participant as the music from someoneâs speaker reached your ears. The tanned girl looked like she was having fun. If only you could relateâŠ
You took a swig of beer, swallowing down your bitterness with it.
The last guy youâd been talking to had been effectively scared off, his eyes widening slightly when a familiar arm snaked its way over your shoulder. You hadnât needed to lift your gaze to confirm who it was, the sudden nervous fidget from the guy before you told you all you needed to know. Before the familiar blond had even managed to say anything, youâd let out a small sigh, disappointment weighing you down already.
âDonât you have somewhere to be?â
Never mind the fact that he was overstepping into your personal life, but he had to be rude about it too.
The cute brunette had stuttered, face reddening at JJâs words. Your heart sank at the sight, gaze pleading when his eyes met yours again, but by the look on his face, you could tell that this was one argument he didnât think was worth it. Watching him mutter an apology before stumbling away, you didnât know what you hated moreâJJâs behavior or every guyâs lack of balls to stand up to him.
âHeâs an asshole, trust me,â was all JJ had said when you gave him an even look.
Without sparing him a word nor another glance, youâd stomped away in search of something to drink.
That was how you found yourself isolated from everyone else, watching your friends have funânamely Kieâwhile you were reduced to standing in the corner. You didnât see the point, to be honest. If you got too âwildâ JJ would come along trying to shield you from interested eyes, and if you dared to attempt a conversation with any guy, heâd come along telling them to get lost.
To anyone else he was an overprotective brother.
You knew better though.
âYouâre so dramatic,â a familiar voice drawled, and you didnât bother to even turn your head.
Taking another sip of your drink, you pursed your lips.
âHow so?â you quietly wondered.
You felt his fingers graze your jaw, and you hated the way your lashes fluttered.
Hidden away in the dark, the two of you werenât so visible, and you suspected that was the reason for his boldness. His fingers danced towards your neck, and your heart skipped a beat when one dipped beneath the collar of your shirt, grazing a mark you both knew was there. It made you shudder, and at that you slapped his hand away.
The blond sighed.
âI didnât want you getting caught up with that guy,â he said. âI didnât tell you to stop having fun.â
âYou might as well have,â you snapped. âYou always do.â
ââŠbecause your version of fun is shaking your ass against guys who wanna fuck you.â
âAt least someone does,â you muttered into your cup.
JJ heard it loud and clear though despite the music and low volume of your voice. You could feel his gaze boring a hole into the side of your face, and you refused to look at him. You finished your drink, starting to toss it on the ground before thinking better of it. Kie would have your head.
âDonât,â JJ finally said.
You swiveled your head towards him.
âDonât what?â you wondered with a shrug, face even despite the fire you knew was in your eyes. âDonât wonder why you donât want to fuck me but donât want anyone else to either?â
You watched him press his lips together at that, shoving his hands into his pockets as he glanced around. You hated the way he wouldnât look at you now, so bold a moment ago. Eventually you rolled your eyes, softly scoffing to yourself before pushing past him.
You didnât spare JJ another thought as you threw your cup away, finding John B. and asking him when he planned on leaving. You all were staying over at The Chateau, and you shouldnât have been shocked to know he was going to leave when everyone else wanted to. Annoyed with JJ more than usual, you chose to take your chances and walk back.
You didnât tell anyone.
It was summer, but the ocean breeze cooled the night air, and you wrapped your arms around yourself, wishing youâd at least had the sense to steal JJâs jacket. Thoughts of the blond made you frown, and a sour feeling twisted deep within your gut. You longed for the days where your fights were just normal sibling bullshitâbeing accused of stealing his shirts and eating all of his chips and blaming the missing beer on each other.
Now, your fights were so far from normal sibling bullshit.
Your heart stuttered at the memory of his lips on yours, an impulsive decision after getting high in his bedroom one night. When he hadnât pushed you away, you hadnât known what to do, never expecting yourself to get so far. You were even more stumped when he kissed you back, his hand resting on your neck while the other dug into your waist.
You didnât know why you hadnât expected it.
Mixed in with those fights about clothes and food and getting on each otherâs nerves were also moments that werenât known by anyone but you. JJ had always been touchy, but the nights in which heâd brush your waist instead of your shoulder left you restless. Sometimes when Pope would say something especially silly, the blond would throw you a look that had you giggling.
âŠbut then it would linger, and youâd feel heat cling to your cheeks, and youâd swear that he ran his eyes over you in a way a brother shouldnât. When no one else was around, heâd pull you into his lap and rest his face against your neck and rub circles into the small of your back. Despite how much you laid awake at night thinking on these interactions, you told yourself you were imagining things.
Sure, JJ wasnât your brother by blood, but that shouldnât have mattered.
Your parents were married, and that made you siblings, and in the eyes of the lawâand societyâthat made anything between you wrongâŠand illegal. With that being said, you hadnât been able to stop yourself from overanalyzing every exchange, trying and failing to convince yourself that you guys were just close. Thatâs all.
âŠbut with your parents out and a blunt being passed between you, you hadnât been able to stop your brain from fixating on it. Ignoring the way the walls pulsed, youâd traced the even rise and fall of his chest. Youâd watched his long fingers take the blunt, the low light glinting off of his rings, and youâd watched him bring it up to his pink lips. His hair had seemed messier that night, eyes bluer, and before you knew itâŠ
You kissed him.
You and JJ kissed for what felt like hours, pawing at each other and dragging your lips against each otherâs skin. Youâd taken a few hits in between, and after some time, youâd just laid thereâŠstaring at each other and gently reaching out to each other and occasionally kissing some more. His dad had been God knows where, and your mom had been working, and when you woke upâŠ
JJ pretended like nothing had happened.
That was how it always went ever since.
Sometimes you were high, sometimes sober, and youâd find yourselves wrapped up in each other. Kissing and biting at skin and pulling at fabric. Youâd spend hours touching each other, leaving marks that only you two would know the origin of, and when things started to get out of hand, JJ would pull away, convincing you to do the same. The next dayâsometimes even just hours laterâit was like nothing ever happened.
You watched him disappear with countless girls at parties and said nothing. Days where youâd be with Kie and run into him and some unknown girl, youâd say nothing. When your eyes would zero in on a mark you know you didnât leave, youâd say nothing. You bit your tongue, because you got it. You and JJ couldnât actually be anything, not for real anyway, and even if you chose to be something in secret, you hadnât decided that yet.
So, you understood it.
What you didnât understand though was the way his presence descended over you like a dark cloud anytime you so much as laughed with another man. If one even approached you, here heâd come playing the protective brother role so well. John B. and Pope found it admirable, and Kie may not have agreed, but she understood. JJ was just being a good brother.
Only you knew it was because he didnât want to chance anyone else fucking you.
âAre you crazy?â
That familiar voice pulled you from your thoughts, and you cursed yourself for being so wrapped up in your mind to not even hear the approach of a familiar vehicle. Huffing, you turned to roll your eyes at JJ as John B. slowed down. The blond was leaning out of the passenger window, but when John B. stopped, he completely hopped out.
He didnât look happy.
âAre you deaf? You didnât see me calling you?â
You hadnât actuallyâyour phone on silentâand that was what you told him.
âThatâs a great volume for it to be at,â he sarcastically replied.
His hand was firm on your back as he pushed you towards the van, climbing into the back behind you as Pope took his place in the passenger seat. You sat as far away from JJ as possibleânext to Kieâand you were more than eager to ignore the blond and involve yourself in the conversation theyâd been having before spotting you. You could feel your brotherâs gaze on you the entire time, and you didnât spare him a glance.
âHe just worries about you,â Kie quietly told you later when JJ was wrapped up in some debate with the two up front. âI donât agree with how crazy he gets, but if I had a sibling, I donât think Iâd be too much better.â
You bit your tongue, fighting back a bitter smirk. How could you tell Kie that JJâs âworryâ had nothing to do with genuine concern? How could you tell her that under the cover of darkness heâd kiss you and taste you and curl his fingers inside of you, but refused to go beyond that all the while preventing you from going beyond that with anyone else? How could you tell her that so much of your fighting lately was because he wanted to keep you at armsâ length while refusing to give you up?
JJ was a selfish asshole.
You were out of the van almost as soon as John B. parked, and you were searching for a t-shirt you knew youâd left over when the rest of them finally joined you. You could hear Kie searching for something to drink, and when Pope turned to youâa question on his tongueâyou shook your head.
âNo, IâmâŠIâm going to sleep in the van,â you exhaled, feeling emotionally drained. âIâm kind of tired.â
They tried to convince you of otherwise, but you waved them off. You could feel JJâs eyes on you, and you only threw him a dirty look as you left. You felt a tad better after getting undressed, and you heaved a sigh after pulling the tee over your head. With a grimace, you realized it was JJâs, and you both loved and hated that it still smelled like him.
Staring up at the roof of the Twinkie, you thought to yourself that this couldnât go on forever. JJ couldnât keep messing with your heart and your head, and realistically, you knew that if you wanted something of a life and normal experiences, you might have to distance yourself from your friends entirely. You couldnât even talk to a boy with JJ around, let alone form healthy attachments that didnât involve your own brother.
It's like he was keeping you in his back pocket, and you didnât like it.
You were drifting in and out of sleep when you heard the van door open, and you werenât concerned by your lack of alarm. You surmised it was one of the gang, but somehow you hadnât anticipated that itâd be JJ. When his voice reached your ears, you were suddenly much more awake, and you leaned back on your elbows with a frown, watching him climb in and close the door behind him.
âNo,â you snapped, fully sitting up, now. âThis is my spot, and I donât know what excuse you gave everyone else, but it was a waste because I donât want you here.â
He ran his hand through his hair, fixing you with an even look that made you roll your eyes.
âIâm not here for thatâŠâ
âSure,â you mumbled, pushing your back against the wall and crossing your arms over your chest.
âIâm not,â he firmly repeated. âLook, youâre mad at me and⊠I donât like going to bed with us pissed at each other.â
ââŠand yet you do everything in your power to make that happen.â
âY/N.â
âYouâre such an asshole,â you finally hissed at him, tears kissing your eyes. âI canât say shit when youâre off fucking God knows who, but if I so much as blink at another guy, here you come.â
JJ at least had the sense to look ashamed, his gaze lowering.
âYou donât want me, but you donât want anyone else-.â
âI do want you,â he harshly whispered. âYou have to know that by now, but IâŠâ
You watched him take a deep breath, eyes troubled, and you pulled your knees to your chest. You didnât move when the blond reached for you, the tips of his fingers grazing your leg, and you hated the way it made your heart race. When his gaze met yours again, you swallowed, finding it difficult. He ran those blue eyes over you, and the look in them was wholly familiar.
âIâm supposed to protect you,â he whispered in the small space. âWhen our parents got married, I thought âheyâ. I have a sister now, and I need to look out for her and protect her from assholes whoâll try to get in her pants.â
JJ sighed, and it sounded frustrated.
ââŠand now Iâm one of those assholes.â
You glanced away, frowning.
ââŠbut I want this just as much as you, so who cares?â
ââŠand little kids want candy all day every day.â
âYou do not know better than me, JJ Maybank! God, you would swear that youâre soo much older than me by how you talk down to me sometimes, but weâre one year apart, you ass!â
He had moved closer, now, a deep frown on his own face.
âWe canât be anything.â
It looked like it took him a lot to say that, and you looked between his eyes, chest aching at his words. They were true, but that didnât mean they hurt or stung any less. With a deep breath, you blinked, jaw clenching.
âFine,â you whispered. âThen stop kissing me.â
You watched his face fall at that, and you raised a brow at him.
âStop touching me, stop sneaking around with me and crawling into my bed almost every night, JJ. StopâŠstopping me from living a life I can actually experience in public.â
He didnât like the sound of that, and when he turned away, you bitterly nodded.
âYeah, thatâs what I thought.â
You got close to him, tone haughty.
âYou keep yourself from fucking me out of some sense of morality and integrity or whatever, but not only is the damage practically already done, youâre making it worse by doing the very thing you wonât let me do,â you choked out. âWhen you want me, you can find some girl to distract yourself with, but all I have is you.â
You moved away, grabbing your blanket and preparing to lie back down.
âHow is that fair?â you muttered.
He didnât respond, and you turned your back to him, staring at the inside of the van and just wanting him to leave. He laid down with you instead, and beyond annoyed and saddened by the conversation, you didnât have the energy to tell him to get out.
You forced yourself to find sleep with your back to him.
You could taste blood on your tongue, but despite this, you couldnât allow yourself to release your lip from the pressure of your teeth. JJâs lips were pressed to your throat, leaving open mouthed kisses, his breathing heavy and uneven. Your own chest was heaving, and your hand was wrapped around his wrist. You liked the feel of it moving in your grip every time he thrust his fingers into you.
Your thighs were spread wide, JJ standing between them, and you could faintly hear the splashes of your friends goofing around in the water. You tried to be mindful of that, knowing that any moment now your prolonged absences would be noticed and investigated. You almost wanted to curse JJ for following you down here, but with his fingers curling inside of you, it was hard to remember why this predicament was bad.
Turning his head, he captured your lips in a kiss, and you were hungry in kissing him back. He tasted the inside of your mouth as his fingers stretched you out, wrist snapping between your thighs and making your toes curl. You knew that youâd have to jump in the water the very second you went back above deck, afraid to see what kind of mess you were makingâthe mess JJ was currently contributing to.
You hadnât even realized heâd followed you until youâd turned to go back after grabbing your snorkeling mask. You personally hadnât thought anything of John B.âs comment on your bathing suit, not unfamiliar with the casual flirtation from both him and Pope. It meant nothing, both of them remaining consistent in that behavior with Kie as wellâsomething even JJ was guilty of.
So, you didnât know why itâd set him off today of all days.
Maybe it had something to do with the fact that he hadnât touched you in weeks. Between locking your door at night and skipping out on outings and just all-around distancing yourself more, JJ hadnât even had any opportunities to get you alone. He talked a big game about wanting to do right by you, but at the end of the day, you knew that itâd be up to you to really put in some effort to ending this.
âŠand it was a good effort, but JJ was just more daring than youâd anticipated.
Cornering you and fingering you below deck of the boat with all of your friends just outside was something that you wouldâve put even past him. It was too risky and stupid and had potential for drama you didnât even want to think about. However, it was clear that his desire for you outweighed all of that.
When you gasped into his mouth, the blond cursed.
âFuck,â he muttered. âQuietâŠâ
You wanted to tell him that you wouldnât need to be quiet if he hadnât basically attacked you, but you couldnât find the words. His thumb was circling your clit, and three of his fingers were creating a delicious burn that had your lips parting against his mouth. Your free arm was haphazardly thrown over his shoulder, hips bucking against his hand. His free hand was digging into your thigh.
You hissed, struggling to speak.
âJJ,â you quietly whined. âI think⊠I think Iâm about toâŠâ
You couldnât get the words out, but he understood them.
Pulling away from you, he dropped to his knees, fingers still pushing into your dripping cunt. He didnât hesitate to lean in, burying his face between your thighs with his lips covering your folds, tongue swiping back and forth. The sensations had your eyes rolling, and when he sucked on the hood of your clit, your reached up to cover your mouth.
Your other hand twisted into his hair.
He didnât stop thrusting his fingers into you even as you came, mouth still attached as well. You couldnât stop the movement of your hips, feeling possessed as you lifted them in time with his wrists, fucking yourself onto his fingers and grinding against his face. He hummed, and the vibrations caused a shudder to crawl down your spine.
You felt like you were coming forever, dropping your hand and hissing when he lazily massaged your walls with the pads of his fingers. When he pulled them out, he dragged his tongue up your core one last time before sliding his fingers into his mouth. You were still catching your breath when he handed you your snorkeling mask, and you hated the sight of that small smirk dancing along his lips.
Pulling your bathing suit bottoms back into place, you hurried past him, uncaring if you bumped into him or not.
That was how it always went.
Outside of that first kiss, things were always on JJâs terms, and sometimes you wondered if that first kiss was even an exception. After all, it had been years of flirtatious looks and teasing touches leading up to that moment. That kiss was something JJ clearly wantedâevident in the way heâd kissed you backâand you sometimes wondered if you wouldâve even entertained such thoughts if it hadnât been for him.
You hated how little control you seemed to have in this ordeal. Youâd gone out of your way to do what JJ always claimed he needed to do, and what happened? The very thing you both knew you needed to put a stop to. Despite what JJ liked to preach, it seemed he was never going to let you go, and the unfairness of it all was really getting to you.
âDo you think he remembers that he already slept with her? Or are we witnessing a rare event, right now?â
Popeâs words created a heaviness in your chest, and you couldnât stop yourself from looking at what they were looking at. JJ was indeed talking to a girl youâd seen him disappear with before, and the sight caused a burning sensation behind your eyes. You didnât understand how JJ just didnât care how shitty this was for you, and while they were distracted, you slipped away.
You were at a house party on Figure 8, a rare occurrence, and you had Kie to thank. The host wasnât the average classist jerk, but heâd made it clear Pogues were only allowed if they were invited by a Kook, and Kieâs one foot in one foot out life came in handy. While your friends were distracted by the prospect of JJ sleeping with the same girl twice, you found yourself getting a drink in the kitchen.
When you felt someone brush against your arm, you thought nothing of it.
âI know you,â a voice said after some time.
Glancing up, you were greeted by a very familiar face.
âYouâre JJâs sister.â
Rafe seemed proud of himself for recognizing you, index finger pointed straight at you as he nodded. Unsure of what to say, you merely sent him a tight smile as you raised your brows as if to say âin the fleshâ. You turned back to finish dipping your drink when he moved, and when you looked at him, he was leaning back against the counter, gaze curious.
âDonât you usually have a bodyguard or two with you?â he hummed, a glint in his eye that promised nothing good.
You found that you liked it.
âTheyâre a little distracted at the moment,â you said with a roll of your eyes.
The dirty blond hummed to himself, and you didnât miss the secretive smile on his lips.
âTheyâre slacking on their job,â he said, suddenly excitedly exhaling as he grabbed a drink of his own. âWhich makes mine a whole lot easierâŠâ
You gave the rich kid a look, and he rolled his eyes towards the ceiling.
âIâm heading upstairs. Itâs a little crowded down hereâŠand youâre welcome to join meâŠâ
His blue eyes gave you a quick onceover before he brushed by you, and you tapped your finger against your drink, contemplating his words. Rafe was a rich asshole that was probably the closest thing any of you had to a mortal enemyâthe guys especially. He was a classist dick whoâd gotten into quite a few fights with your brother and your friendsâŠbut he would also fuck just about anyone.
You knew that Rafe was mainly motivated by your relationâblood or notâto JJ, and the effect itâd have on him if he knew Rafe had hooked up with you in any capacity. You also suspected that he probably had a hard on for slumming it with Poguesâsome type of power imbalance kink going on thereâbut you didnât care.
All you cared about was the fact that JJ kept pushing and pulling you without a care as to how it made you feel. He claimed he didnât want to cross a certain line with you out of fear of becoming the very thing heâd sworn to protect you from, but you felt that line was crossed the first time his face had found refuge between your thighs.
Both JJ and Rafe were assholesâŠbut not only was Rafe the kind of asshole to give you what you wanted, heâd also never pretend to be so righteous.
Rafe didnât give a fuck about being righteous.
âŠand that was how you found yourself following after him, looking behind you to make sure you werenât being watched by anyone who mattered. Rafe was just inside the hallway when you reached the top of the stairs, almost as if he knew youâd follow him. Was there an air of desperation that surrounded you or was he just that confident?
You grabbed onto his arm as he led you into a bedroom.
âJJâs not looking for you, is he?â
His voice came from behind you as you glanced about the room.
âDo you care?â you wondered, looking over his shoulder to watch him dump a few pills onto the desk.
He chuckled to himself, perfect teeth winking at you.
âOf course not,â he quietly said. âHeâs just always one step behind you, hovering over your shoulder.â
His tone made you tense, but his next words made your heart drop.
âIf I didnât know any better, Iâd think that brother of yours wanted you for himself.â
You looked away, clearing your throat.
ââŠand I think you watch too much porn.â
When you looked at him, he was approaching you, now, softly laughing to himself. He pressed the tip of his tongue to the roof of his mouth as he studied you, that same glint in his eye that both scared and excited you.
âMaybeâŠâ
You watched him place a pill on his tongue, and when he leaned in, you nervously let him kiss you, swallowing that same pill. Kissing Rafe wasnât like kissing JJ. Never mind the fact that you didnât feel any guilt or feel like this was wrong, but Rafe kissed you like he was trying to get you to have sex with him. It made your eyes roll, and when his hand landed on your throat, you reached up to touch it. He forced you to step back, and when the back of your legs hit the bed, you shakily sat down, his lips still on yours.
You knew that this was recklessâdangerous evenâbecause Rafe didnât seem the type to stop if you asked him to stop. It was a good thing you were angry and hurting and feeling petty because otherwise you didnât think youâd be so sure of your actions, right now. You didnât care about Rafe, and so you didnât have any stakes in thisâno concerns about your heart and your feelings and what tomorrow would be like.
Every time you kissed JJ, you felt like your chest was going to explode. You felt something for him, evident in the way it felt like getting stabbed every time you saw him kiss another girl. It was why you always gave in, not strong enough to seriously resist him every time he got his hands on you. Sometimes you protested as of late, sure, but they were shallow, only said out of obligation and always abandoned for what your heart actually wanted.
âŠand JJ knew this.
Maybe that was what made it hurt more, the fact that JJ knew what he meant to you and still kept you in this unfair corner. He had too much so-called integrity to go all in with you while simultaneously using other girls, but he was also too selfish to just let you go and live an openly romantic life. It was a constant push and pull that fucked you upâŠand also drove you to place your hand on the back of Rafeâs neck.
You were lying down now, the rich blond on top of you, and youâd long forgotten about JJ and your friends downstairs. It felt good to kiss someone who wasnât your brother, and when Rafeâs hand found its way between your legs, you decided that felt good too. You gasped into his mouth, and you felt him smile into the kiss, fingers sinking into you.
âShit,â he quietly hissed, dragging the word out as he kissed down your jaw.
You lifted your hips up against his hand, holding him closer the wetter you became. You were panting beneath him, hands running over him, and there was a bout of disbelief in the back of your mindâdisbelief that you were about to lose your virginity to Rafe Cameron in some strangerâs bedroom at a party.
There were a few moments in your life where youâd swear that if you and JJ didnât become siblings after you were already born, youâd think you were actually related with how telepathically linked you seemed to be. This seemed to be one of those moments, because it was as if heâd read your mind and knew exactly what you were up to.
When the door swung open, you were only startled.
It never occurred to you that JJ would be on the other side should someone come knocking.
It didnât until you looked over, a protest already on Rafeâs lips when your gaze met a familiar blue one. Rafeâs words died in the air as he registered just who had interrupted you, and for a split second you took satisfaction in the way JJâs eyes widened at the sight before him. He looked shocked and disgusted all rolled into one, something else glinting in his gaze you just couldnât name.
Your satisfaction, however, disappeared as quickly as it came.
Any and every emotion in JJâs gaze was quickly replaced by fury.
So much happened so quick, and before Rafe even had time to get off of youâan arrogant comment on his lips no doubtâJJ had grabbed the other blond and was already punching him. Your surprised shriek drew the attention of your friends who were apparently upstairs tooâŠlooking for you. Youâd pushed yourself back further up the bed just as the room became more crowded.
Kie was the first to reach you, John B. and Pope hurrying to get JJ off of the older blond.
The other girl was saying something to you, and as you looked at her, you realized that this was the moment the Ecstasy chose to kick in. You were trying to focus on her words, but everything felt distractingly different, and you could only blink when she grabbed your lids, staring into your eyes.
She cursed.
âJJ, JJ!â she struggled to get his attention. âSheâs high, we need to go.â
Those words seemed to whip him into shape better than any efforts from John B. or Pope, the blond immediately abandoning Rafe and making his way to you. When he touched your face, you could only smile at the feeling before remembering that you didnât like him at the moment. When you jerked away from his hands, your brother heaved an irritated sigh.
âYouâve got to be kidding me,â he muttered, grabbing you despite your protests.
Kie helped him, and you didnât even care to look back to see if Rafe was okay. You only wanted JJ off of you, but considering your vulnerable state, you knew that wasnât happening anytime soon. You were thankful the music was loud, no one privy to what exactly went on upstairs, worried the host might decide none of you were welcome back. Pope and John B. were close behind you three as you were practically walked to the van like a child.
Seated just inside the van, you looked away from JJ when John B. said he was going to start the vehicle. The blond didnât like that, grabbing your face and making you look at him. His actions were met with a loud and painful slap, and the sting in your hand didnât even bother you. Kie and Pope looked out of place as they glanced between you, wondering what they should do.
The silence was loud.
âJust get in the van, guys,â he slowly said. âWeâre fine.â
Neither one of them looked sure of that, but accepting that this was something between siblings, they reluctantly did with Pope moving to the front. You could hear both of them talking to John B. just as JJ took your face into his hand again, fingers pressing into your chin and jaw. You didnât miss the way his own jaw ticked as he looked at you, and you wondered what he was thinking about.
âNot here,â he quietly bit out, tongue pressing to the inside of his cheek. âAlrightâŠ?â
You felt your lips tremble, and you couldnât stop a few tears from escaping, JJâs face falling at the sight.
âYou treat me like shit,â you whispered just loud enough for his ears only, leaning in closer. âI wish that Iâd fucked him.â
JJâs entire visage changed at that, a stricken look on his face as he seemed to realize Rafe hadnât manipulated you or forced you into anything. His blue eyes were wide as he looked at you, something passing through them that you couldnât place, and you didnât care to figure it out. You only moved away from him, scooting back further into the van and lying down. When Kie offered you some water, you took it.
She patted your head as you lied back down, turning to answer some question from Pope just as John B. started the vehicle. As it purred to life, your gaze traveled to JJ who was sitting opposite you, his blue eyes never leaving you. He didnât look happy at all, and even through your ecstatic haze, you found yourself wishing you had fucked Rafe just to make whatever was to come worth it.
JJâs hand was tight around your wrist as he pinned it beside your head. The only sound in John B.âs bedroom was that of your harsh breathing and the rustling of sheets. That dull aching pain was still present from when JJ had first slid his cock into you, but it was overshadowed by the full sensation his fingers had never been able to give you. Your free hand pressed into the small of his back, and his teeth in your shoulder reminded you of how angry the blond was.
John B., Pope, and Kie had only stayed for a few minutes before leaving again, using the excuse of going by the store to get you things youâd need while you came down. You suspected they wanted to give you and JJ some privacy, hoping youâd argue whatever it was they thought you needed to argue out of your system. The brunette had told JJ that it was fine to put you in his room.
You shouldâve known that things werenât going to be that simple.
âRafe?â heâd screamed at you, and the drugs in your system made his voice seem louder which in turn made your anger feel stronger.
âIf you want me to say sorry, Iâm not,â youâd tearfully whispered. âWe arenât togetherâŠand I can fuck whoever I want just like you do.â
Your words had given him pause, and you could see that JJ at least felt bad. You were sure he always felt bad, but it had never stopped him. Whatever moral high ground heâd been trying to stand on was backfiring, and in his attempts to not be the bad guy, heâd become the worst guy.
âHow do you think that makes me feel?â youâd spat, although it didnât come out as angry as you wanted. âYou tell me that we canât be together. That we canât do this, and we canât be anythingâŠbut then you kiss me and rob me of just about every first I have left and then you push me away. Over and over and over again.â
You hated the way your voice cracked, unable to get a handle on your emotions.
âThatâs mean, JJ. Do you get that?â you angrily looked between his eyes. âYou are so mean to meâŠâ
Your voice shook, and JJ knelt before you, reaching for you, but you snatched your hands away. He settled for resting them on your thighs instead, seemingly at war with himself as he sighed.
âIâm not trying to be,â he slowly said.
âWell, try harder!â
Your outburst made his expression harden, and you hated the way he glared at you, now.
âLike you? Hmm?â he wondered, and you looked away. âYouâreâŠyouâre going to pretend like you werenât trying to get back at me by going upstairs with Rafe?â
You rolled your eyes, lips parting as you pressed your tongue to your teeth.
âIn a wayâŠyeahâŠâ you rolled your neck to face him again with a shrug. ââŠbut I didnât think youâd find out.â
JJ froze at that, looking stumped for the second time tonight.
âI thought youâd gone off with that girl!â you screamed, throwing your hand out. âYou werenât supposed toâŠâ
You trailed off, avoiding his gaze once you registered the realization in his eyes. The room was deathly silent, and you wrapped your arms around yourself. You were struggling to hold back tears, throat feeling incredibly thick, and the more JJ just stared at you in silence, the more uncomfortable you felt. When he finally did speak, you almost didnât hear him.
âYou were going to have sex with him?â
You didnât respond, feeling that your silence was answer enough.
âYou were actually going toâlook at me,â he sneered, taking your chin into his hand again. âYou didnât intend for me to find out? You were actually going to fuck Rafe Cameron.â
JJâs blond hair was going every which way, courtesy of his hands running through it the entire ride home. You didnât have a response heâd like, and he seemed to know that, just staring at you with wide eyes. Jerking your face out of his hold, you angrily wiped your cheeks.
âYou treat me like something you keep in your back pocket, and youâre shocked I went upstairs with a guy I knew would make me feel wanted?â you murmured. ââŠand of course, it doesnât hurt that you two hate each other.â
You watched JJ look away, swiping his tongue between his lips.
âYou make me feel like thereâs something wrong with me, JJ.â
He looked shocked at that admission, and you shrugged.
âIâm good enough to fool around with a little, but not good enough for there to actually be something between usâŠâ you continued when he started to open his mouth. ââŠand you say its because you donât want to be that guy youâd vowed to protect me from, but youâre already that guy.â
You shook your head at him.
âYou know how I feel about you, and you tell me that we canât be anything then okay, fine, I could accept thatâŠbut then you keep coming back to me! You ignore any kind of boundary I try to have to make things go back to how they were. You just,â you scoffed. âYou do what you want, and I canât do anything.â
ââŠbecause none of the guys on this island are good enough for you!â
His hands were on your shoulders, and his fingers kneaded into your skin.
âIncluding me,â he quietly added. ââŠIâm not good enough for you.â
He shakily exhaled, running his eyes over your face.
ââŠbut the thought of you with anybody but me makes me want to be sick,â he slowly confessed. âNo, its not right, and its not fair, and Iâm sorry.â
You watched him stand again, running his hand down his face.
ââŠbut that doesnât make it okay for you to go upstairs with Rafe,â he told you, sounding angry all over again. âHe is way worse than I could ever be.â
âWell, heâs not scared of you, so at least I know heâll fuck me.â
JJ stared you down at that, and you stared back, entirely serious.
âWhen youâre trying to get over me, you get under someone else,â you reminded him. âI donât see why I canât do the same.â
JJâs entire face clouded over, and you could see then that he could see the determination in your eyes. Whether it be tomorrow or next week, you were going to sleep with Rafe. You were tired of being hung up on someone you couldnât haveâsomeone who wouldnât let you have himâand you didnât understand why you had to endure lonely nights just because JJ said so. He wasnât your boyfriend, he wasnât your anything, and as he stared at you, you could see the realization on his features.
If he didnât want you sleeping with anyone else, then heâd better come up with a damn good reason.
âFine,â he relented, nodding to himself. âFine.â
He approached you, grabbing your face and pressing his lips to yours. While you enjoyed the kiss, you felt that JJ was getting what he actually wanted too easily, and you turned your face away while pressing a hand to his chest.
âNo,â you mockingly spat. âI didnât have to practically beg Rafe-.â
Your words were cut off by JJâs tight grip on your arm, and you nervously looked at him, swallowing.
âDo not say his name,â the blond forced out. âDo not bring up Rafe to me, right now.â
His grip made you wince, and you thought to yourself how far he wouldâve gone with Rafe if Kie hadnât stopped him. JJ was still pissed about the ordeal, no doubt recalling what heâd walked in on, but at the moment he was more focused on finally giving in to what heâd denied himself for years. Kissing you again, he forced you to swallow any more mentions of the Kook.
He was desperate to get you nakedâand you felt the sameâand he couldnât stop kissing you the entire time. His skin felt so warm against your own, chest pressed against yours and hands following a familiar path. His fingers had only prepared you so much, and that was how you found yourself pressing your nails into his skin as he stretched you out.
Somewhere along the way, you remembered that this wasnât your bedroom nor your house and that you two wouldnât be alone all night. You lifted your hips to meet JJâs thrusts, moaning into his mouth and pushing against his hand that had yours pinned. He pulled his lips away to kiss along your chest, curving his hips against yours and thrusting into you with a slow and steady pace.
With the X in your system, it felt like an out of body experience.
You threw your head back, chest arching up against his, shuddering at the feel of your skin grazing his own. When he let your hand go, he slid both of them underneath you, palms resting on your ass as he lifted you onto his cock with every thrust of his hips. You reached down to rest your hands on his wrists, toes curling. His face was pressed into the crook of your neck, now, and you loved the feeling of his tongue on your skin.
âItâs just you,â he murmured into your shoulder. âFrom now on, itâs just you.â
Reaching up, you twisted your fingers into his strands of hair, gripping them and playing with them. You felt like you were floating, your entire body buzzing and warm, and you could only dazedly nod at his words. When he lifted his head to look down at you, there was a peculiar look on his face, and then he chuckled.
âI forgot,â he breathed, pressing his lips to yours and talking into the kiss. âI know this feels fucking amazing for you.â
Hooking your arms under his shoulder, you held onto him as he plunged his cock into you. You couldnât swallow anything down, gasping and mewling beneath him, begging him for things you couldnât even comprehend. His hair touched your forehead when he pressed his own to yours, nose brushing yours as he stared into your eyes.
The bed shook beneath you, and deep within your mind, something in you felt bad that this wasnât your bed. That thought reminded you that your solitude wasnât permanent, and you heard yourself let out a small whine.
âTheyâreâŠtheyâre probably on the wayâŠâ
Your words died in the air, lashes fluttering and eyes rolling when JJ snapped his hips against yours. JJ shushed you, promising to make you come before they returned. Moments later, he kept that promise, and you held him to you as you trembled beneath him, clenching around his cock and milking him as he came moments after you did.
Everywhere he touched, heat bloomed, and you didnât want him to let go.
âSleep with me,â you murmured, frowning when he pulled out of you.
You could make out him looking for your shirt, quickly putting it on you, and JJ kissed your cheek once you were covered, lips lingering.
âI will when theyâre asleep,â he told you.
As if heâd conjured them up, you heard the unmistakable sound of the Twinkie pulling into the yard.
âIâll stay the night like I always do,â he promised you, moving to get dressed.
When he was decent, he sat on the edge of the bed, pulling you into his arms. Your head rested against his stomach, the walls pulsating and the floor moving a tad. JJ was saying something to you, but you couldnât quite comprehend it, your mind already focused on something else.
âI wonât sleep with Rafe, JJ,â you heard yourself murmur, and he was silent, but you did feel his hand resting on the side of your neck, fingers grazing your jaw.
There was conviction in his tone as he brushed his thumb over your lips.
âYou werenât doing that, anyway.â
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Teenage Dirtbag XIV
JJ Maybank x Reader x Rafe Cameron
Warnings: mentions of NON-CON, mentions of DUB-CON, abusive relationship, domestic violence, mentions of violence (+ gun violence), gun kink, dacryphilia, attempted murder, blood, public sex, jealousy, manipulation, infidelity, underage drinking, drug use, canon ages, kook!reader
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summary: Youâre charmingly spoiled. Youâre too kind for your own good. Youâre the princess of Figure 8 âŠand youâre way out of JJ Maybankâs league, but when he realizes that Rafe Cameronâs pride and joy is actually a bruised and battered damsel, heâs determined to save you.
Your rescue just comes with a price.
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You gasped, stomach tight at the feel of the warmth that slid over your folds. Your legâthe good oneâwas being pushed back, knee bent and almost painfully close to your head. The healing one was resting on the bed, a hand gently massaging your thigh. The soft feel of those fingers were a stark contrast to the tight grip on your other leg, and you reached down to twist your own fingers into blond hair.
âJJ,â you breathed.
You were mindful of the fact that you werenât alone in the house. Itâs not like your parents were the lightest sleepers, but they knew Rafe wasnât staying over, and so you didnât feel like lying to them should you wake them up. JJ hummed against your mound, and the vibration against your skin made your toes curl. His hand slid up, straightening your leg a bit and pushing it back a tad more.
You shockingly liked the slight burn from the stretch.
Turning your head to the side, you stared at the window with half hooded eyes and parted lips. Your breathing was coming out in short uneven gasps, fighting the urge to let a moan escape. Sinking your teeth into your lip, an almost inaudible whine escaped when JJ repeatedly thrust his tongue into you. The rough texture against your insides made your back arch, making JJ hum and let your leg go.
It rested over his shoulder as his hand slid up your torso, pushing against your chest and pinning you down. Reaching up, you grabbed his hand, clinging to it as he ate you out, and you almost wished youâd told your father to leave the A/C on. Sweat was clinging to your frame, losing track of just how long JJ had been in between your legs.
Rafe hadnât been by in two days.
You knew it was Wardâs doing, and for once, you found yourself grateful to the older man. You didnât know the specifics of that conversation following the hospital visit, but you knew it involved Rafe spending less time around youâuntil he could get his shit together at least. This was the third week in a row where your boyfriend wasnât with you every single day, and JJ took full advantage.
It was just hours earlier when heâd climbed into your room just as you were about to take a shower, startling you and forcing you to tell your mother youâd just bumped into the bed. Heâd kissed you the moment youâd told him Rafe was at home, and you couldnât swallow down your gratitude when he offered to help you in the shower.
While still a little sensitive and faintly bruised, your nose was pretty much better. Your knee on the other hand still needed weeks of recovery, and you could only imagine how much longer the process would be dragged out without physical therapy. Your therapist told you that you were doing good and that your recovery was right on track, something youâd been happy to relay to JJ as he peeled your towel off of you.
The teenager in question had long released his hold on your torso, fingers sinking into your soaking cunt. Your juices made a mess of his hand as he massaged your walls, curling his fingers into you and against you and making you reach out to grab your sheets. He added a second and then a third, and when he added a fourth, you grabbed his hair again.
âOh my God,â you gasped, repeating yourself as he roughly fucked you with his hand. âF-fuck.â
The blond chuckled at that, his amusement at your torment evident. His mouth came down on you again, sucking on your clit and flattening his tongue against your folds. You could feel your legs starting to shake, and JJ cursed when you tightened your hold on his hair, grinding yourself against his face. Running his tongue over you a few more times, JJ turned his head to gently nip at the inside of your thigh just as he curled his fingers in a âcome hitherâ motion, and your breath hitched.
Spots danced in your vision as you came, JJ guiding you through it as he kissed and bit at your skin. You were making a mess of your sheets, coming all over his hand, and he hummed at the feel, leaning in and tasting you again. Your chest heaved as you continued to comeâout of breathâand JJ was content to lap up all you had to offer while you came down.
When he lifted his head, your leg fell from his shoulder, and you felt like a noodle as he climbed over you. His lips were shiny, and when he kissed you, you tasted yourself on them. The kiss was gentleâsweetâso different from how he was just handling you, and your core buzzed with every movement of your thighs.
âDo you want me to stay the night?â he murmured, lips grazing the corner of your mouth. âIâll be gone before the sun is up.â
You shouldâve said no. After all, it was risky, you knew that, but basking in the bliss of your orgasm and with JJâs lips so close to yours, you couldnât resist nodding. You wanted to spend the night with him, relaxing in your bed with your head on his chest. At your agreement, JJ stood up, and your gaze lowered.
âWhat about you?â you wondered, pointedly glancing at his evident arousal at the look of confusion on his face.
JJ chuckled at that, and you watched him search your drawer before pulling out a t-shirt. You pushed yourself upright as he neared you, allowing him to pull the shirt over your head. He kissed you again once you were dressed, still mindful of your nose, and you reached for his own shirt. He made a slight noise of protest, grabbing your hand.
âDonât worry about me,â he murmured into the kiss. âYour knee is still healing.â
You rolled your eyes, appreciating the concern, but it wasnât needed.
âI can stillâŠâ
Your smile faded as you glanced down, JJâs shirt still in your hand as youâd started to lift it.
The bruising peeking from underneath was clear as day, and you blinked when JJ put his hand on yours. The sight took your breath away, having been some time since you were confronted with JJâs own tumultuous home life. Heâd been staying in your pool house so much that you had to guess he was hardly ever at home to experience his fatherâs abuse.
âWhat happened?â you finally wondered, voice quiet.
When he didnât answer, you looked up, and JJ looked like he was going to tell you to forget about it before thinking better of it. With a small sigh, he took your hand into his.
âI crashed a bike he was trying to sell,â he shrugged, relaying the information like it was nothing. âHe wasnât too happy about that.â
You blinked at him, eyes wide.
âYouâŠyou what?â you gasped, reaching for him again. âWhy didnât you say anyâŠ?â
âIâm fine,â he assured you with a smile, and you shook your head.
âYouâre not though! JJ, that looks really bad,â you whispered, pushing yourself towards the end of the bed.
JJ tried to stop you, but you pushed his hands away.
âI can walk, you know,â you lightly told him, making your way to your bathroom.
JJ was close behind, hands hovering around you.
âI know, butâŠif you donât have to, you really shouldnât.â
You searched your cabinet for some cream, facing him as soon as you found it. JJ looked like he wanted to protest, but with one look from you, he relented. With his help, you sat on the sink, JJ moving to stand between your legs as he reached behind his head to pull his shirt off. You couldnât stop your small gasp as you took in the bruise in its entirety.
It covered so much of his chest and even part of his lower back.
You could see some faint scratches from the accident he hadnât told you about, and your frown deepened, worried about what came from the accident and what came from his father. As you put the cream on his skin, ignoring his hiss, you wondered why he didnât tell you.
You asked him.
âYouâre already dealing with so much,â he said, and you looked up at him. âI was angry about Rafe, and Iâd crashed it before I realized what was happening, andâŠâ
You watched him swallow, eyes troubled.
âI hated that you were being put through his bullshit,â he roughly whispered. âI felt likeâŠI donât knowâŠlike⊠Like you shouldnât be the only one hurting.â
Your heart sank at that, lips parting.
JJ scoffed.
âI kept egging him onâŠâ
You softly sighed, gently brushing your fingers over his skin. You couldnât take your eyes off of the dark coloring, and when you paused, you felt JJâs hand on your cheek.
âHow long?â
You didnât need to elaborate.
âToo long.â
You didnât know what to say funnily enough.
Your situation with Rafe was so similar but also just as different in many ways. Rafe was your boyfriend, someone with no familial ties to you whatsoever, fear and conditioning keeping you at his side. JJâs abuser was his own father, and you didnât want to imagine the turmoil he felt to remain so loyal and open to the person who raised him. The same person hurting himâŠ
When he helped you back to your bed, you took his hands as you sat down. Glancing up at him, you leaned in, only breaking eye contact when your lips came in contact with his stomach. The skin tightened briefly beneath your touch, but the blond eventually relaxed. You kept your lips against the bruise, wishing you could kiss every single one away.
 âYour face looks much better,â Sarah commented, a smile on her face as she sat on your couch. âThe last time I saw you, it still looked a little scary.â
Her chuckle was nervous, carefully watching you as you joined her.
âYou sure you should be walking?â
You gave her a reassuring smile as you handed her the muffin your mother had baked.
âI can walk, Sarah, itâs fine,â you gently told her. âI just canât be on it too much.â
She nodded at that, picking at the pastry. There was a look on her face like she had something on her mind, and you watched her shoulders heave.
âRafeâs tied up with dad and business stuff,â she said. âYou probably already know.â
âYeah, he was here yesterday,â you let her know, swallowing at the memory of his hand on your throat as he fucked you against the couch. âHeâs been tied up with Ward a lot recently, so thereâs been a few times a week I donât see him.â
Sarah hummed at that, taking another bite.
âYouâŠdonât seem all that bothered by that,â she commented.
When you looked at her again, her blue gaze was on you, and you frowned slightly.
âI mean, we always spend so much time together. A day or two apart isnât the end of the world, especially when itâs for a valid reason.â
Sarah slowly nodded at that, and again, you could tell that something was on her mind.
She finally voiced it.
âI never got the chance to talk about what JJ said at the hospitalâŠâ
Her demeanor suddenly made a lot more sense, and you let out a soft âahâ.
âEvery time I visited you, your parents were around, or Rafe was around, and it just didnât feel like the right time.â
You gave a light chuckle at that, supposing you agreed.
âI mean⊠that was crazy,â she scoffed. âI donât even know why he would say that. Do you?â
You shook your head at her, wholly aware of the fact that the man in question was just upstairs in your bedroom.
âYou know how JJ and Rafe are with each other,â was all you had to add.
Your words made her eyebrows shoot up.
âYeah, they fight and canât stand each other, but JJ accused Rafe of hurting you. Heâs an asshole, that Iâll never disagree with, butâŠâ she glanced away, shaking her head. âYou broke your nose.â
She frantically blinked.
âYou fractured your knee,â she stressed. âI donât understand why JJ would accuse Rafe of doing that.â
Pretending like you had no idea why he would, you sighed.
âDid you ask him? I just⊠I donât know, I just assumed it was because of his feelings about Rafe.â
Running her hand through her hair, Sarah sighed in frustration.
âYeah, I did, and he just keeps saying to forget itâŠthat he was mad. I know you guys hung out like twice, but I didnât even think he cared about you like that. Not enough to accuse Rafe of something so horrible,â she mused. âYou guys donât even talk.â
Her face was pinched as she tried to make sense of it, and part of you felt bad for lying to her.
âWhy would he say that?â she wondered more so to herself. âI canât really imagine JJ going that far just because he hates Rafe, you know?â
You nodded, and she continued.
ââŠand you know more than anyone how much I hate you two together, but itâs just because you could do so much better. Rafe just canât seem to get his shit together, and he treats you like a child, but IâŠâ Sarah shook her head. âI donât think I could ever think Rafe is capable of what JJ accused him of.â
Your eyes met hers at that, and she shrugged.
âGod knows Rafe is such an asshole, but even I canât imagine him hurting you like that.â
You pressed your lips together, taking in how upset the thought made Sarah, and you got it. They fought and hated each other at times, but from what youâd seen, thatâs just how siblings were sometimes. You never once thought Sarah genuinely hated her brother. She loved him, and even if she didnât like him most days, sheâd never want to imagine he was way worse than what she already thought him to be.
âI think JJ was just worried. Itâs like you said, I looked scary coming out of that room,â you chuckled. ââŠand it probably just got the best of him, and Rafe was an easy target.â
Sarah seemed to stew on that, and you briefly glanced up the stairs.
Her next words shocked you.
âDo you think he likes you or something?â
Your eyes were wide when you looked at her again.
âJJ?â
âYeah,â she lightly said with a shrug. âAnybody could see that he did seem really concerned about you.â
That was the last thing you wanted to hear, because if anyone could see that, then that most definitely included Rafe.
âWorried enough to full blown attack Rafe? You two only talked like two or three times, butâŠI guess thatâs enough to get a little crush.â
The blonde was smiling, and you couldnât find it in yourself to return.
âSarah,â you nervously warned, and she waved you off.
âI know, I know. You and Rafe, andâŠRafe would lose his mind if he thought JJ liked you, but I canât see why else he would react like he did. I do get it though,â she shrugged, leaning back. âYouâre pretty, and youâre sweet, and youâre dating the guy he probably hates most in this world.â
Her words brought out a lot of emotions, and you couldnât deny the way your chest bloomed at the idea of gushing over JJ with Sarah like he was your boyfriend instead of Rafe. You couldnât though, and swallowing down those feelings, you rolled your eyes at her.
âI donât think about JJ like that.â
âI know, I know,â she huffed. âYou and Rafe, but Iâm not going to pretend like Iâd hate the idea. Iâd definitely love it more than you with my brother, thatâs for sure.â
Part if you wanted to tell Sarah the truth. God knows that you did, but it was too risky. While you suspected she wouldnât care about you cheating on Rafe, she also knew you well, and wouldnât believe youâd just decided to start sneaking around with JJ without an airtight valid reason. If you told Sarah about you and JJ, sheâd know that something was seriously wrong with your relationship with her brother, and considering recent events like JJâs accusationâŠ
It was just too risky.
You pressed your forehead to your bed, nails dragging along your sheets as JJ pushed his cock into you. His chest was pressed to your back, forearms resting on either side of you and keeping you caged beneath him with every descent of his hips. His face was pressed into the place where your neck and shoulder met, peppering kisses along your skin as he fucked you, and you reached back to glide your fingers through his damp hair.
After showering with you, JJ hadnât exactly been in a hurry to help dry you off, and you found out why when his lips had met the back of your neck. His hands on your waist had guided you towards your bed, his soft voice in your ear telling you to just relax. You hated being so limp beneath him, but you knew that JJ just wanted to be mindful of your knee.
He was comfortable between your parted legs, taking his time in thrusting into you, skin dragging against yours. Your toes curled as he stretched you out, and a shiver crawled up your spine as he pressed kisses along your shoulder. You really wanted to face him, but every time you tried, JJ warned you off.
âRelax, princess,â he lightly laughed against your skin. âLet me do all the work.â
You rolled your eyes, a laugh on the tip of your tongue when a particularly forceful thrust made you gasp. He nipped at the skin of your neck as you moaned, eyes rolling as he plunged his cock into you. After taking a few deep breaths, you replied.
âPlease, JJ,â you sighed, tone pleading.
He hummed at that, and you could feel the smirk on his lips.
âI think I like you when youâre needy.â
You pulled on his roots, making him hiss, but it quickly faded into a chuckle.
âI swear youâre only this bratty with meâŠâ
You didnât refute him, but a smile did dance along your lips as he pulled out of you. He was gentle in pushing you onto your back, and he softly tapped your right thigh as he climbed over you.
âKeep this leg down,â he warned.
His tone was mirthful, but you knew he was serious, and you gasped when he bent your other leg, pushing the head of his cock past your folds. He took his time in slipping into you again, and your back arched up towards him. The blond groaned at the tight grip around his cock, fitting snugly inside of you, and you reached up to clasp your hands behind his neck.
JJ held himself above you, one hand pressed into the mattress while the other kept your leg hooked on his hip. His blond hair hung onto his forehead, just as damp as it was before due to the thin layer of sweat that clung to his skin. Pulling him down, you lifted yourself slightly to brush your lips against his.
You could hear how wet you were, hear the sound of his cock disappearing into you, but even if you didnât you could feel how wet you were. You were dripping around JJ, making a mess of your sheets, and as if reading your mind, he looked down to watch his cock go in and out of you. You were just about to reach down and touch yourself when you thought you heard the last thing you wanted to hear.
You froze beneath JJ, quietly telling him to stop.
âWhat?â he breathed, kissing your jaw.
He was still thrusting into you, and you turned your head towards the window. Heart dropping, you quickly and gently repeatedly hit JJâs arm.
âI think I hear Rafeâs truck,â you gasped.
At that, the guy on top of you did stop, and in the silence, you confirmed that it was indeed the distinct sound of Rafeâs truck you heard pulling into the driveway.
You remained still for half a second more.
You sat up as soon as JJ got off of you, and you were quick to grab your T-shirt, pulling it on and limping a bit towards the window. You already knew it, but the sight of Rafeâs vehicle in your yardâconfirming your suspicionsâmade your heart drop to your stomach. To make matters worse, any hope you had that JJ could sneak out while you let your boyfriend in were quickly crushed.
You could make out Topper in his passenger seat, and you didnât doubt that Kelce was in attendance too.
âOh my God,â you breathed, voice shaky.
You felt like you were going to be sick, and when you turned towards JJ, heâd already pulled his pants back on.
âTopper and Kelce are in his truck,â you choked out, and JJ met you halfway.
âHey, hey, itâs okay,â he reassured you. âIâll hide, alright?â
It seemed the only option, and although you nodded, you wanted to throw up as you thought about what could happen if he was caught. You heard your phone vibrate then, no doubt Rafe telling you to let him in. You trembled at the sound, and JJ ran his hands over your temple and cheek.
âHe wonât fine me,â he told you, kissing your face and lips. âIf theyâre with him he canât plan on staying long.â
That did reassure you, and you nodded, telling yourself you only had to entertain him for a bit.
âLook, JJâŠwhatever you hearâŠâ
You didnât continue, and when you looked at his face, you noticed the way it clouded over. He seemed to understand where you were going with this, and after some time, he gave you a nod.
âYou canât come out no matter what. I donât care what you hearâwhat he does, you cannot-.â
âI know,â he said, sounding unhappy with that, and you didnât miss the way his jaw clenched.
At JJâs urging, you hurried downstairs as best as you could. You took deep breaths the entire way, fixing your face and repeatedly telling yourself everything would be fine. The guy you were cheating on your boyfriend with was currently hiding upstairs, and your volatile boyfriend was about to walk through the doorâŠbut everything would be fine. Your stomach twisted more and more the closer you got to the door, and when you finally opened it, you gave him a small smile.
âI thought that maybe youâd get your mother to get the door or something,â was how he greeted you. âYou shouldnât be on that leg unless you need to be.â
Swallowing down a sigh, you gave him a look.
âSheâs asleep, Rafe, and I wasnât expecting you to drop by at eleven at night.â
He nodded at that, leaning in to briefly kiss you on the lips.
âI know,â he huffed. ââŠbut my dad has basically been keeping me hostage, and Iâm going to Topâs tonight, and I havenât had the chance to see you in like three days.â
When he brushed past you towards the stairs, your heart skipped a beat, and you quietly took his hand as he offered it. As he helped you back to your room, you thought to yourself that Rafe didnât like being away from you, sure, but it was more than just about missing you. He never wanted you to get too comfortable with not having him around.
This unexpected drop in was to confirm you were exactly where you were supposed to be.
When you crossed the threshold to your bedroom, you glanced around. There was no sign of JJ, and you even noted that your bed had been straightened. Heat flooded to your cheeks as you recalled what youâd been doing there just moments before, and one glance towards the cracked bathroom door had you wondering if JJ was in there. You knew heâd be smarter than that, and as you sat on your bed, you realized that you were facing your closet.
The door now closed where it had once been partially open.
âYou couldâve let me know you were coming,â you told Rafe. âI just wouldâve left the door unlocked.â
Your boyfriend softly chuckled to himself, and it didnât exactly sound humorous.
âSo, you could know when to expect meâŠ?â
His eyes bore into yours as he said that, and you sighed.
You wondered if heâd ever get over that night youâd slept at John B.âs, and you rolled your eyes.
âI have a still healing leg, Rafe. Iâm not going anywhere, something Iâm sure you took into account whenâŠâ
Your words died in the air as Rafeâs face twitched, and you swallowed down the rest of what you were going to say. He made his way towards you, towering over you, and you shrank away from his gaze as he looked down his nose at you.
ââŠand Iâd do it again if it kept you bedridden for months.â
You swallowed at that.
âItâd be worth it to know where you are at all times and having you ready and waiting for me.â
You looked away from him at that, pushing back tears.
âDid you come to make me feel like shit for not being able to go anywhere orâŠ?â
When you looked at him again, he was rolling his eyes towards the ceiling.
âBelieve it or not, baby, I did miss looking at you,â he murmured, reaching up to cup your chin. âYou know I like falling asleep to this face every night.â
His thumb brushed along your bottom lip, and he bent down to kiss you. This kiss wasnât as brief as the previous one, and you were forced to move your mouth against his. When he deepened it, his hand circled around your neck, and you flinched, but not because of his fingers on your throat.
There was a spot on your neck that felt more sensitive than the rest.
You knew what it was, and you were relieved the lights were off.
âGod, Iâd fuck you, right now if Top and Kelce werenât downstairs waiting on me,â he sighed the moment he pulled away.
You glanced at your closet as his lips moved to your jaw and then your neck. Rafe struggled to pull himself away, and when he did, you leaned into the hand that was on your cheek. He brushed his thumb over the skin, studying your face.
âSarah told me she came by the other day to check in on you,â he told you.
At the mention of Sarahâand the reminder of that conversationâyou blinked.
âUhâŠyeah, she did. She didnât stay long,â you confirmed, and you watched Rafe frown at you.
âDid she say something to you?â
Now, you frowned.
âLike whatâŠ?â
When you gave him a questioning look, Rafe merely raised an eyebrow at you. His thumb was still tracing circles into your skin, and you hated the way he drank you in. His blue eyes flitted over your features, taking in every shift, and by the time you evened out your expression, it was too late.
âYou know I know you like an open book,â he said, making your shoulders sag. âSomethings bothering you.â
Yeah, the guy in your closet.
The reminder of that conversation about JJ forced you to unintentionally focus on the fact that the man in question was currently in your bedroom. It was a thought that made you want to throw up, and unfortunately, that wasnât a feeling you were able to keep hiding. While impulsive, you knew JJ understood the severity of his and your current predicament and wouldnât dare reveal himself. With that being said though, you couldnât stomach the possibility of Rafe discovering him somehow.
However, that wasnât the only thing bothering you, just what was currently bothering you, so a half truth spilled from your lips.
âShe was just talking aboutâŠwhat happened at the hospital,â you slowly confessed.
The mention of the incident had Rafeâs jaw clenching, in turn also causing him to tighten his hold on your own face.
âRight,â he responded, tone clipped.
Rafe moved away from you, and you watched him poke at something on your dresser.
âJJâs lucky my dad didnât have him arrested,â you heard him sneer. âThat Pogue is always looking for trouble.â
âIâm sure he just wanted to blame you, Rafe, thatâs all.â
You heard your boyfriend scoff, and he shook his head. He turned around to face you, leaning back with his hands on your dresser as he stared you down.
âHe probably has a little crush on you.â
His tone was mocking, and you raised your brows.
âHe doesnât know me,â you argued.
âHe doesnât need to. You talkedâŠwhatâŠ? Once?â he wondered, head tilted. âThatâs more than enough for the likes of him.â
You remained silent.
âI mean, come on,â he dragged the word out. âYouâre pretty, youâre rich, and youâre my girlfriend.â
Rafe softly laughed to himself.
âThat last point alone is enough to have that Pogue wanting what he canât have,â your boyfriend spat. âAfter all, why the fuck else would JJ Maybank of all people care if you fell down the stairs? Enough to want to fight me? Heâs nothing to you.â
âSarah and I arenât exactly strangers, Rafe. She was worried, so it makes sense that heâd be worried too,â you shrugged.
Rafe pulled his lip between his teeth as he regarded you.
âSo, that makes what he did okay?â
âNo, I just think youâre trying to make it something it isnât. JJ barely knows me, and what he does know is that Iâm a spoiled Kook princess whoâs dating Rafe Cameron. Call me crazy, but I donât think Iâm his type.â
What you were doing was the literal definition of gaslighting, and if Rafe wasnât an abusive jerk, you mightâve felt bad about it.
âYouâre the quickest way to get me to break his nose. Youâre exactly his type.â
Rafe found himself funny, and you rolled your eyes, feeling uncomfortable with this conversation for obvious reasons. Your boyfriend decided that heâd kept Kelce and Topper waiting long enough, and when he approached you, you were prepared for the kiss. Rafe deeply inhaled when he pressed his lips to yours, hand resting on the back of your neck.
You made a slight noise of protest when his hold tightened.
When he pulled his lips away, he kept his nose touching yours, and his gaze was devoid of humor as he looked between your eyes.
âYou should probably tell Sarah to watch her friend,â he whispered. âNext time he puts his hands on me, I just might break his neck. You think you can relay that?â
His thumb was painful against the front of your throat, and you gave him a shaky nod. You reached up to touch it when he roughly let you go, and he threw a comment over his shoulder as he left, telling you he might come back later to stay the night. Your fingers trembled against your skin, and you didnât relax until you heard his truck start again.
The sound of it was gone completely when the closet door finally opened.
âIâm fine,â you breathed, JJ wasting no time and hurrying to kneel before you.
He turned on the lamp, and you hated how cold his eyes were as he inspected you.
âI told you, JJ, Iâm fine,â you assured him, reaching for him.
His entire body was vibrating, and you knew it took everything he had to control himself.
âGod, I hate him,â he breathed, pulling you into his arms.
You hugged him back, burying your face into his chest. You inhaled his scent, the smell and feel of him helping you calm down. Rafeâs presence had shaken the very atmosphere in the room, and you took deep breaths, JJâs hands rubbing up and down your back.
âHe said he might come back later,â you murmured.
âI know,â JJ exhaled. âI heard.â
âMaybeâŠmaybe you should leave,â you said, looking up at him.
Rafeâs visit had spooked you, and you knew it was evident, but JJ didnât seem as disturbed. A small smirk danced along his lips, and he brushed his hand over your cheek.
âDonât worry,â he slowly leaned in, giving you a tentative kiss before deepening it. âIâll be out of your room before he gets back.â
He kissed you again, and you shuddered when his hands slid along your thighs, dipping beneath your shirt.
âHe insulted meâŠso now I really want to fuck his girlfriend,â he bit out against your lips, pushing you back and covering your frame with his own.
You couldnât deny the effect those words had on you, hating how quickly your fear of Rafe started to fade at the sound of JJâs playful tone.
âJJ,â you warned, but your tone was light, and he smiled into the kiss.
He tapped your right thigh, pushing your shirt up with his other hand, blue eyes glinting as he held your gaze.
âKeep this leg down.â
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Teenage Dirtbag XIII
JJ Maybank x Reader x Rafe Cameron
Warnings: mentions of NON-CON, mentions of DUB-CON, abusive relationship, domestic violence, violence (+ gun violence), gun kink, dacryphilia, attempted murder, blood, public sex, jealousy, manipulation, infidelity, underage drinking, drug use, canon ages, kook!reader
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summary: Youâre charmingly spoiled. Youâre too kind for your own good. Youâre the princess of Figure 8 âŠand youâre way out of JJ Maybankâs league, but when he realizes that Rafe Cameronâs pride and joy is actually a bruised and battered damsel, heâs determined to save you.
Your rescue just comes with a price.
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âOkay,â the woman before you exhaled, looking at your paper work. âWhile broken, your nose should be much better in about three weeks.â
Rafeâs hand gently massaged your shoulders at that, standing at your side as the doctor gave you her final prognoses on your situation. Her dark eyes scanned the paper, humming to herself as she glanced at you. That particular action made your heart skip a beat, and you tried to ignore how nervous you felt. Rafe had done most of the talkingâfor obvious reasonsâbut you couldnât forget how almost disbelieving sheâd sounded when he told her what happened.
âIâd recommend icing it for about twenty minutes every 1-2 hours while awake, and I highly suggest taking some Ibuprofen while pain persistsâŠâ
Her words died in the air as she trailed off, a small sigh escaping as she flipped the paper.
âYouâre going to experience some swelling and bruising for sure, but itâs that knee of yours Iâm most concerned about.â
At that, she looked at you head on.
âYou said you landed right on it?â
At your nod, she continued.
âI canât imagine how fast you were falling to do this much damage. Itâs definitely fractured,â she commented.
Your heart sank at that, and even though youâd long suspected this was more than just a bruised knee, you didnât relish hearing it. You felt Rafe lean down, and you slowly blinked when he pressed his face into your hair, rubbing your arms in what you were sure was meant to be a soothing manner.
âWhat do we need to do?â
She lifted her gaze again at the sound of his voice, and you didnât think you liked the way she looked at him.
âRafeâŠright? Youâre the boyfriend?â he nodded, and she spoke again. âWeâll be getting her a splint to hold her leg in place while the bone heals, and Iâm making physical therapy mandatory.â
âOf course,â he said.
She looked at him for what felt like a long time before her eyes met yours again, much softer now.
âYouâre going to need to stay off of it a lot, okay? We need to keep as much weight off of it as possible, and Iâll just go ahead and write you a prescription for Ibuprofen seeing as youâll need it for both your nose and your knee.â
Just then Rafeâs phone vibrated, and you turned to look at him. He gently squeezed your arm as he looked at it, throwing you a small smile.
âYour parents are downstairs. Iâm going to go get them,â he said, giving you a brief kiss on the lips. âLet me know what else she says.â
With one last final squeeze, he left you, and you werenât stupid.
You knew it was a warning rather than comfort.
âItâs going to take about six weeks to heal. Iâd personally even give it a week or two more just to be sure,â she continued once he was gone.
At your nod, she studied you, and with a sigh, she pressed her clipboard against her leg. You didnât miss the way she glanced at the door, and you reached up before thinking better of it, tempted to touch your nose. You dropped your hand back into your lap.
âYour boyfriend said you fellâŠâ
You nodded, swallowing.
âYeah, I⊠I wasnât paying attention,â you gave a bitter chuckle. âThe stairs in his house are insane.â
She gave a slow nod.
âSo, this happened at his house?â
âYes.â
Her face was unreadable, and you watched the way she pursed her lips.
ââŠand where was he when this happened?â
You didnât like her questions, nor the tone in her voice, and considering you were already on medication, the last thing you needed was to let something slip. You recalled Rafeâs harsh grip on your face just before answering the door for the EMTs, the way heâd sneered at you to behave. After all, this was your fault somehow, a mess youâd gotten yourself into, and he was going to be the one to clean it up.
âThe bathroom. I thought he told you thatâŠâ
Her smile was slow.
âHe did,â she confirmed. âI just wanted to rehash things, understand exactly what happened.â
At your slight frown, she continued, albeit reluctantly.
âWe just donât normally see these kinds of injuries with someone who fell down the stairs,â she admitted to you, and your heart sank. âThe kneeâŠsureâŠI suppose, but the broken noseâŠâ
She hummed to herself.
âItâs a head on injury. Like something came straight at it.â
The silence between you was thick, and you forced yourself to speak.
âI donât know what youâre getting at, butâŠthatâs what happened,â you assured her.
You didnât miss the slight way in which her face fell, and she glanced at the door again.
âRafe Cameron⊠Is it safe to assume heâs Ward Cameronâs son?â
Your silence was answer enough, and before she could say anything else, you heard the man in questionâs voice coming down the hall, your parentsâ mixed within.
Your mother was ever dramatic, rushing to your side and almost touching your face before thinking better of it. You assured her you were fine, hating the tears in her eyes. Your father seemed just as worried, but he handled it better, only turning to the doctor to ask her everything he wanted an answer to. Your mother pressed her lips to your forehead, sniffling.
âSweetheart, just what were you looking at to pay so little attention to where you were going, huh?â
It seemed more of a rhetorical question as she kissed your forehead again, going on about getting you home as soon as possible. You heard your father talking to the doctor about a wheelchair, and you glanced over just as Rafe came to stand by your bed again. His hand was gentle on your back.
âIâll come over as soon as everything is finished up here. She doesnât need to be on her feet, at all,â he said to her. âI already feel bad enough that I wasnât around when it happened.â
âOh hush, Rafe,â she told him, briefly pulling him into a hug. âYouâre always looking after her, such a knight in shining armor, but you couldnât have prevented this. Letâs just be glad itâs not much worse.â
She smiled at you, touching your chin, and you gave her a small one back.
When she looked away to join in on the conversation with your father and the doctor, Rafeâs hand slid up towards your neck. His fingers pressed into the skin, and a shudder crawled down your spine just as you heard him softly exhale. When you glanced up at him, those baby blues of his were already focused on you, and you blinked as he leaned in.
Mindful of your nose, he pressed a gentle kiss against your lips.
âOh, God.â
That was the first thing Sarah said as Rafe rolled you into the hallway.
You were wide-eyed at the sight before you, lips parting in both shock and apprehension. You werenât surprised to see Ward waiting, even if the sight of him did make your stomach twist. Rafeâand his homeâwere involved, after all, so you expected the oldest Cameron to show up at the hospital too. You hadnât expected, however, Sarah and her friends to be waiting with him. Even the sight of Kie stumped you, but not as much as the sight of JJ.
You hadnât seen himâtalked to himâsince that night.
âŠand your heart both sank and soared.
You were too preoccupied with the sight of his troubled eyes to pay attention to the noise going on around you. Ward and Sarah were asking Rafe all kinds of questions while John B., Pope, Kie, and Cleo were fussing over you. You absentmindedly answered their questions, telling them you were fine, but the entire time you couldnât look away from the blond.
You didnât miss the way his jaw clenched as he ran his gaze over you, eyes hardening as he took in your bruised face and the splint on your leg. JJ, so unlike himself, was deathly silent, and no one seemed to notice but you. When his eyes met yours again, they softened a tad, his face falling, and you forced yourself to look away when you felt Rafeâs hands come down on your wheelchair again.
âI know, dad, but her parents are downstairs pulling the car around, and then Iâm heading over there,â you heard him say from above you.
When you glanced over your shoulder, you noted the stony look on Wardâs face as he and Rafe stared each other down. You didnât need to be a genius to guess what the tension was about, and you wondered why Ward ever thought that Rafe would care about treating you better. Especially when he knew youâd never leave him, and his daddy would be there to cover his ass every time.
Just then the older man fixed his gaze on you, face not so taught now.
âHow are you feeling?â
You didnât answer him right away, and at your silence, he at least had the gall to look sheepish.
âFine,â you eventually said, just loud enough for him to hear, and you couldnât find it in yourself to care about the guilt that passed through his eyes.
You looked away from him before he could respond, and you only smiled at Sarah when she told you sheâd drop by later to check on you. The tension between Rafe and the rest of her friends was palpable, and you recalled the last time heâd even been almost this close to any of themâthe night youâd fallen asleep at John B.âs place. It was an awkward situation seeing as they didnât like him, and he definitely didnât like any of them.
Just as Rafe pushed you past them, you heard the last voice you expected.
âDid you do this?â
Your heart dropped at those words, and both you and Rafe turned around in shock. Well, you did as best as you could in a wheelchair, anyway. You struggled to look around Rafe, but even if you couldnât manage to, JJâs voice was as clear as day. Your eyes were wide and disbelieving as you stared at JJ, but he wasnât looking at you, at all.
His eyes were colder than youâd ever seen themâso unlike his normal easygoing selfâand the short-sleeved shirt he wore showed the tightening of his arms at his side. You were sure youâd never seen JJ this angry, not even after the night Rafe had raped you for lying about going to John B.âs. The younger blondeâs lip was curled over his teeth as he stared your boyfriend down, and you reached out to touch Rafeâs arm just as he stepped away from you.
That didnât go unnoticed by JJ.
âAre you asking me did I do this to my girlfriend?â your boyfriend slowly wondered, an edge in his voice.
âJJ, what the hell?â Sarah wondered, looking at him like heâd lost his mind.
JJ shook her hand off as she reached for him, moving towards Rafe.
Your attempt to stand only resulted in pain shooting through your leg.
âYeah, I amâŠbecause Iâm looking at her nose, and Iâm thinking to myself âshe got that from falling down the stairsâ?â he scoffed. âYouâre a piece of shit!â
You gripped the back of your chair as JJ shoved Rafe, forcing everyone else to jump into action as the severity of JJâs anger became clear. Pope wasnât enough to stop his friend from hitting Rafe, and you felt frozen as Ward hurried to hold Rafe back as he started to do the same.
âHey, hey,â Ward screamed, grabbing the attention of other hospital personnel. âGet yourself together!â
Rafe struggled to listen to him, his angry gaze focused on JJ as Pope and John B. pulled the other blond back.
âI know you did this,â he spat, his voice echoing in the hall. âYouâre such an asshole to her, and weâre just supposed to believe this bullshit?â
You felt helpless as you looked between them, feeling at fault. JJ only suspected the truth because he knew the true nature of your relationship with Rafe. If youâd never told him, he wouldnât be so invested and bold in his accusations, and they wouldnât be currently yelling at each other in the hospital. You swallowed, hating how upset JJ was.
By now, hospital staff as well as a security guard had joined you, and Ward was angrily conversing with them as he pushed Rafe to take you and go. JJ was still trying to get to him even as the security guard was threatening to arrest him, and as much as you didnât want to, you reluctantly forced yourself to turn away.
However, that wasnât before you noted the way Sarah looked between JJ and RafeâŠand then finally you.
Your gaze was focused on your lap as Rafe angrily pushed you down the hall and farther from JJ. You could still hear the commotion from the other blond, and you fiddled with your fingers. Your heart felt like it was in your throat as Rafe pushed you along, a loud rush in your ears that was replaced by Rafeâs voice the moment you were truly alone.
âWhy the fuck would he say that?â
Rafe had stopped pushing you, and when you looked up at him, he was already looking down at you. The look on his face was thunderous, and you leaned back some just as he started to lean in. His arm twitched, like he was seconds away from grabbing you, but he clearly decided against it, and you suspected it had something to do with the cameras.
âWhy the fuck would he say that?â he quietly repeated, slower this time, and you swallowed.
âI donât⊠Rafe, I donât know.â
Your heart was threatening to leap from your chest, and your boyfriend sneered at you.
âYou and JJ arenât even friendsâŠand all of a sudden heâs accusing me of hurting you?â Rafe tilted his head to the side with a scoff. âYou see how strange that looks to me, right?â
âRafe, I donât talk to JJ. I donât know why he would say that, I meanâŠâ
You scrambled for something to tell him.
âYou know how much he hates you,â you lazily threw your hand up. âYouâre surprised that he would accuse you of hurting me?â
Rafeâs nostrils flared as he stared at you, looking between your eyes. You could tell that he was seriously considering that possibility, their rivalry and animosity towards each other no secret. When he reached up to touch your chin, you flinched, slowly blinking as he brushed his thumb along your skin.
âJJâs always trying to start something with you, isnât he?â you quietly wondered, and Rafe eventually hummed in agreement. âItâs not like anyone will believe him, anyway.â
You tried to ignore the memory of Sarah looking between you three in that hallway as Rafe finally nodded. His expression was unreadable, but he seemed convinced enough, and you didnât allow yourself to relax until he was meeting your parents at their car.
Rafe had pulled out of the driveway all of five minutes ago when a figure at your window was pulling it open.
Even if he hadnât been texting you nonstop since you left the hospital, you expected it. The scene JJ had caused was on repeat in your mind, and it was hard to make sense of all the emotions you felt. On the one hand, it warmed your heart that he cared so much, but his boldness to stand up to Rafeâespecially so publiclyâworried you. It was like JJ hadnât considered the ramifications of his actions and how they could possibly come back on you.
Not to mention, you still hadnât quite sorted out how you felt about the last time you were alone with him.
With that being said though, in the wake of recent events, you found yourself pushing that to the back of your mind for the time being. You felt that was something you could figure out later because with one look at the blond as he slipped through your window frame, you couldnât stop the tears from spilling over. JJ was now the one person you could be completely vulnerable with. You didnât have anyone else, and the dayâs events came crashing down on you.
You smiled in the face of that doctorâeven your own parentsâand lied about what happened to you. Youâd had to welcome Rafeâs touch, accept comfort from the same hands that had done this to you. Recalling the way your mother had expressed appreciation for your boyfriend made your stomach turn, and when JJ quickly approached you, you let him take your face into his hands.
âI fucking knew it,â he murmured, pressing his face into your hair. âI knew it.â
You wanted to tell him what an idiot he was to make a scene like that, but you couldnât manage to stop crying. You reached up to rest your hands on his forearms, sobbing against him as you pressed your forehead to his chest. Your entire frame shook, and you fought to get yourself together, knowing that Rafe wouldnât be gone that long.
âYou shouldnât have done that,â you managed to say, pulling away and looking at him.
JJ at least looked sheepish, and if you knew him as well as you liked to think you did, then you knew he regretted it almost as soon as youâd left. His own blue eyes shined as he looked at you, and you watched him struggle to swallow.
âI know,â he quietly admitted. âIâm sorry. Fuck, Iâm sorry.â
He gently grazed your cheek, looking over your face.
âI just⊠When I saw you? I wanted to be sick,â he told you. âI wanted to bash his face inâŠbecause I knew he did it.â
You looked down at that.
âI was really scared, JJ,â you confessed, voice almost inaudible. âHe threw me, andâŠand I couldnât stop falling.â
More tears fell.
âI was really scared,â you tearfully choked out.
He pulled you into his arms again, cheek resting against his shoulder, and your lashes fluttered at the way his hands fell from around you in search of your own. His fingers intertwined with yours, and your conflicting emotions about JJ reared their ugly heads again.
He was kind to you and fiercely protective, and he wasnât afraid to stand up to Rafe, but the night in which youâd slept with him was so confusing. Youâd been drunk and upsetâbecause of Rafeâand JJ hadnât exactly listened to any of your protestsâŠbut he was so kind to you. You couldâve tried harder to make him see you hadnât been quite ready for that, this was true, but was that supposed to be on you? He hadnât listenedâŠ
âŠbut he was so kind to you.
It was the first time youâd had sex with anyone without being afraid, and surely that had to count for something. The whole thing couldâve used better communication, but you certainly didnât feel the same by the end of the night. In fact, youâd happily pulled him closer and was eager to feel him inside of you again. By the end of that night, youâd wanted him just as much as he wanted you.
Itâd started off weirdâŠbut JJ was no Rafe.
Your first time with Rafe wasnât even comparable to your first time with the blond that was currently holding you. JJ made you feel safe, and maybe it was like heâd said before. Maybe your relationship with Rafe just made you scared to do anything for yourself, scared to let yourself be loved properly.
âWhere did he go?â he wondered after some time.
âHome,â you whispered. âWardâs mad at him.â
When you pulled away to look at JJ, there was a slight frown on his face at that.
âWard knows Rafe did this, andâŠheâd promised to be better. He-.â
ââŠis an idiot for thinking Rafe would actually treat you right. Heâs just as bad as his psycho son,â JJ scoffed.
You didnât argue with JJ on that, and when you looked at him again, he was running his eyes along your nose and the surrounding area. You couldnât decipher all of the emotions on his face, but you could tell that he was sad, and he closed his eyes before turning away.
âI hate him.â
Sometimes you hated him too.
Mostly, you were just scared of him.
âThey gave you some medication for it, right?â he wondered, looking at your nose again before briefly glancing at your knee.
âYeah,â you told him. âThey said my nose will take three weeks and my knee will take at least six.â
âJesus,â you heard him murmur as he glanced away, jaw tight. âI donât get how he can do that to you.â
His hand tightened on yours when he met your gaze again. His fair hair was going every which way, some hanging onto his forehead, and his blue eyes sparkled in the light of your bedroom. JJ looked so sad and beautiful as he gazed at you.
âYouâreâŠyouâre probably the sweetest girl Iâve ever met,â he quietly admitted. ââŠand I donât get how he can look at you and want to hit you and shove you and make you bleed.â
One of his hands was resting on your cheek, now, mindful of the bruising.
âI donât understand how he can know you and be so mean to you.â
You looked down at that.
âI wish I could lock you away and protect you from the world,â JJ said, more to himself than you, and when you looked up, your gaze fell to his lips as he leaned in.
The kiss could barely be called that, and when he pulled away, guilt settled in your chest.
âIâm sorry,â you eventually said, continuing at his look of confusion. ââŠforâŠignoring you after that night.â
Understanding settled over his features.
âI was really confused,â you shakily breathed. âAboutâŠwellâŠeverything.â
âItâs okay-.â
âIâm still confused,â you hurried to add. âI donât know what I genuinely donât want or what Iâm just afraid to want.â
Your words came out slow, fighting to understand your own mind.
ââŠand part of me feels like Iâm doing something horrible to Rafe even though I know that isnât true,â you tearfully continued. âI know that nothing I do will ever compare to what heâs done to me, but I feel so horrible.â
JJ wiped your face as best as he could, shushing you, but you shook your head.
ââŠand I knowâŠâ
A feeling of dread weighed you down, a chill gliding down your spine as your next words settled on your tongue.
âI know that if he ever found out about usâŠheâd kill me,â JJ shook his head at your words, wanting you to stop talking. âItâs true, I know itâs trueâŠâ
âDonât say that,â he said, taking your face into his hands.
âHe would, JJ,â you dazedly whispered, recalling that day in his truck and the night of his birthday and the day you called the cops. âRafe would strangle me without even thinking about it-.â
âY/N, stop. Donât think like that,â JJ gently shook you.
ââŠbut you make me really happy,â you tearfully told him, looking into his eyes. âIâm happy when Iâm with you andâŠâ
You looked between his eyes.
ââŠand sometimesâŠsometimes I think itâd be worth it,â you murmured.
JJ was standing, now, making you keep your eyes on him.
âThatâs not happening. Do you understand me?â he continued at your silence. âI wonât let him do that to you. Heâs not taking you away from me.â
More tears spilled over because there was no way to guarantee that. Even if you and JJ stopped this, right now, there was still a chance Rafe could go too far one day and justâŠkill you. It was something that was always in the back of your mind, even when you tried your best to keep him happy with you.
JJ pressed his forehead to yours, brushing your cheeks with his thumbs.
âDonât you wanna be with me? Huh?â he breathed. âDonât you want to go on dates with me and hang out with my friends and hold my hand out in the open?â
You gave a trembling nod.
âOkay,â he shakily exhaled. âOkay, so donâtâŠdonât say things like that.â
JJ knelt before you, looking up at you and wiping your tears.
âYouâre going to be fine,â he assured you. âIâd kill him before he ever killed you. Do you understand me?â
Again, you nodded.
Standing, he pulled you against him, burying his face into your hair and running his hand along your back.
âHeâs not taking you away from me. That I can promise youâŠâ
Your lashes fluttered as JJ massaged your scalp, and the conviction in his voice made you want to believe him.
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warnings: established relationship, husband!rafe, tattoos
âmmm, good morning wifey.â rafe pulls you in closer to him, legs tangled together under the blanket.
âiâll never get sick of hearing you call me that.â you smile, pressing a kiss to rafes chest as you snuggle into him, the morning light illuminating the room.
youâre both still on vacation mode, having just gotten back from your honeymoon two days ago. âi wish i didnât have to get up, but iâve got an appointment, baby.â
âwait, what?â you whine, picking your head up. âyou didnât say anything about a doctors appointment.â your bottom lip pouts out, making rafe lean forward to kiss the frown off your face.Â
âdonât worry, we will spend all day together as soon as i get back.â rafe slides himself out from underneath you, quickly heading to the closet to get dressed. he waited as long as possible to get out of bed, not wanting to part from you, but now having to rush out the door.
âmmm, iâll probably stay in bed all day.â your body was still on maldives times, not even bothering to readjust to being back in the outer banks.
âperfect.â rafe leans over the bed, giving a kiss goodbye. âno need for my wife to even lift a finger.â
you smile at rafe, cupping his jaw to give him a firm kiss. âcome home soon, i miss you already hubby.âÂ
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âthat was a long doctors appointment.â you frown as rafe reenters the house. you eventually dragged yourself out of bed, taking a shower and eating what you considered breakfast despite it being past noon.
âyou know, darlingâ rafe says as he toes his shoes off, leaving them in the foyer. âi just said appointment, nothing about doctors.â
âwhat other type of appointments are there?â your brow furrows together as rafe joins you on the couch.
âtattoo.â rafe says with a shrug, making your eyes widen.
âyou-you got a tattoo?âÂ
rafe raises his left hand. you finally realize he has a clear wrap covering his fingers. you take his hand gently in yours, looking through the film at the first letter of your name, complimented by a small heart on his ring finger.
âiâll put the ring back on once itâs healed, but just in case i ever have to take it off, i need everyone to know that iâm still yours.â rafe says, waiting for your reaction.
âi love you.â you finally manage to get out, melting into rafe, making sure not to press against his hand as the red skin heals.
--
âiâve got something for you baby!â rafe calls out, smiling as you skip into the kitchen.
âwhat is it?â you question, tilting your head to the side, expecting rafe to be holding something in his arms, but instead he lifts his loose sleeve, revealing fresh ink on his inner bicep.Â
âwhats it say?â you quickly move closer to read the script, eyes filling with tears when you realize that rafes newest tattoo is your wedding vows.
âoh.â you cover your mouth. ârafey, this is so sweet. i love it.â you press your lips against his. rafe clearly saw your reaction to the first tattoo, the way your eyes tracked over it whenever he moved his hands, the way you were practically begging to be fingered with just his tattooed finger, watching it disappear inside of you, the cold press of his ring against your cunt.
âlove having reminders of the best day of my life on my body.â rafe never viewed himself as a tattoo guy, seeing himself as too indecisive, but his mind quickly changed when he realized they could all be dedicated to you, the one constant, the one steady thing in his life.
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âiâm thinking about getting another tattoo.â rafe hums. its been a couple months and the script on his forearm is now fully healed.Â
âreally?â you hum. âwhat are you thinking, my name on your dick?â you joke, but rafe still cringes thinking about the needle dragging over his sensitive skin.
âdefinitely not. i was thinking your eyes on the back of my neck.â rafe turns, rubbing his hand over the area he was thinking.
âwouldnât that hurt a lot?â you ask with a pout, but rafe just shrugs.
he makes an appointment the very same day, looking through all the pictures he has saved of you until he finds the perfect one. youâre smiling at him on the other side of the table on your two year anniversary of dating.Â
he shows it off to you a week later, and youâre surprised how much you like it, kissing down his spine when you help him take his shirt off before looking at yourself in the eyes, but in tattoo form.
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rafe wonât admit it to you, but heâs addicted to getting tattoos, wanting to cover his body in everything and anything relating to you. he does end up getting a few others, mostly to fill up what he feels are blankspots, a smattering of patchwork tattoos covering his body, along with a few more dedicated to you.
ârafey?â you call to him as he comes home, his hand now wrapped in clear plastic.Â
âhey baby.â he smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead. you eye the wrap until rafe turns his hand to reveal that he has the word married across the side, yet another reminder of your union.
âi was actually thinkingâŠâ you mumble before trailing off, not restarting your sentence until rafe nods at you to continue, looking at you expectantly. âi was actually thinking of getting a tattoo myself. just the letter r on my ring finger. to match yours.âÂ
you twist your ring on your hand shyly, not sure if rafe would like the idea of you getting tattoos. youâve never shown any interest in getting them yourself, but youâve had to take your ring off enough times to swim or wash dishes and donât want to be without that reminder of rafe even for a short amount of time.
rafes smile stretches across his cheeks. âi thought youâd never ask, wifey.â
rafe sets an appointment for you with his favorite tattooer before you can second guess yourself.
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Jaime Reyes x Reader
Fandom: DCEU
Summary: You and Jaime have been kicking ass together for years, but youâve never seen his face before. Hell, you donât even know his name. That changes one night when he shows up on your doorstep, injured.
Notes: So I had a dream last night that I was in a Miraculous Ladybug situation with Jaime, so have this fic hahaha. Also I have never seen Miraculous soâŠidek where it came from.
Warnings: Mentions of injuries
Word Count: 1.3k
Reader is: Female, Apolloâs champion
Being a superhero and a normal person with a normal-ish life was not for the faint of heart. You spent your days working in the local history museum, your afternoons getting whatever sleep you could, and your nights sitting by the police scanner, waiting for news of some rogue giant robot or guy with a freeze gun. As it was, you were in no position to expose your identity. Not even to your partner.
Your mission partner, that was, the Blue Beetle.
Youâd been fighting crime with him for the past three years, a few times every week. It had started as an accident. Heâd show up to the same crime scenes you did, helping evacuate people out of burning buildings, stopping rampaging mutants from the questionable labs popping up around town, redirecting a plane with a broken propeller. It was admirable. He was admirable.
Youâd never seen his face. You didnât even know his first name. You knew his power came from the scarab in his back, an alien symbiote that was bonded to his body. It talked to him sometimes, like a computer, analyzing things. It also served as body armor and a built in artillery of weapons.
The scarab saved his ass a lot, basically. And yours, too. You couldnât count the amount of times heâd saved you from blows youâd never seen coming.
Which is why you were so surprised to hear a knock on your door, Beetleâs voice on the other side of it soundingâŠworried.
âSuncatcher? Are you home? IâŠIâŠI need some help!â
You were surprised to hear it at all, actually. You didnât think he knew where you lived.
Also, you werenât in costume, just in a cropped tee and some sweats, hair pulled back and face bare. Not that your mask covered a lot of your face, but it gave you anonymity. Or at least, you thought it did.
You pushed the thoughts aside when you heard him knock again, preparing for the very real possibility that someone had cloned his voice and was using your public-ish friendship against you.
You lit your fist with power and crept towards the door of your townhouse, peering through the peephole to findâŠnothing. You pulled the door open slowly and looked around. Sitting on the cement outside your door was a guy with luscious black curls, and, more importantly, a giant gaping wound on his stomach.
âS-Suncatcher?â He asked, meeting your eyes, tears brimming in his own.
âOh my God.â You dropped to your knees, looking over him. âWhat happened?â
âY-youâreâŠ?â
âItâs me. Itâs me. Iâm here.â
âI didnât know where else to goâŠâ He confessed.
âItâs okay, hey, can you stand? Whereâs Khaji?â
âOffline.â He groaned as you helped him off the ground. It was clear heâd lost a lot of blood. You closed the door behind the two of you and locked it, lowering him onto the couch.
âHow long have you been out there?â You asked, assessing the injury.
âNot long.â He assured you, moving to support the wound.
You took a breath, grounding yourself before tapping deeper into your powers, sunlight lit in your palms, creeping up your arms. âAlright Blue, I need to get in there.â
âJaime. My name is Jaime.â He told you, pain etched across his handsome features. âNice to finally meet you, sunshine. Wish it was under better circumstances.â
âNice to meet you, too.â You replied, too preoccupied to offer your name in return. You gently lifted the fabric from his battered torso, revealing the wound. It was pretty bad, but it wouldnât be for long. Using the power from your patron, you extended your hand, your glowing sunlight working to close the wound with warmth and precision.
Jaime watched, his eyes wide. He stared at you as you set to work. It tingled, the spot in his abdomen, where heâd been stabbed repeatedly by a guy with a glowing green sword. But it didnât hurt anymore. And less than a minute later, it wasnât there at all, completely smoothed over without so much as a scar.
You turned your attention to his face, where there was a cut across his nose, a purpled bruise on his chin.
If Khaji was online, he was sure sheâd tell him about his increased heartrate due to your proximity, that focused look in your eye as you soothed his pain away. But she wasnât. That was a problem heâd have to solve later.
The glow in your palms dimmed and you met his eyes, looking relieved. âAny other injuries I should know about?â
âNah, I think that about covers it.â He replied, still staring at you. Maybe heâd never stop. âHow did youâŠ?â
âMy patron, Apollo. The god ofâŠwell, lots of stuff, but healing is one of them. Iâll leave him an offering later.â You explained. âHeâs pretty chill, as far as deities go. Met him when I got my job at the museum and, well, the rest is history.â
âThatâs really cool.â He said, sitting up without trouble. âI didnât know that.â
âI guess it never came up.â You shrugged. âMy name is (Y/N), by the way. Would have introduced myself earlier if I wasnât so busy trying to prevent you from bleeding out in my apartment.â
âThanks for that, by the way.â
You smiled. âDonât mention it.â
He took in your face, seeing most of it for the first time. He smiled, eyes soft and sparkling, voice dropping to a whisper. âYouâre really pretty, (Y/N).â
âYouâre not so bad yourself, Jaime.â You looked him over, taking him in for the first time. Warm brown eyes, a handsome face, fluffy black curls, toned build. âCanât believe youâve been hiding all this under that suit of yours.â
He laughed, sheepish. âWe should have done this sooner.â
âWay sooner.â You agreed. âNot the fatal wound part, of course, butâŠwe could have gotten coffee or something.â
âWhy didnât I think of that?â He murmured, leaning closer. âIf Iâm moving too fast, stop me.â
âYouâre not.â You replied, a hand cupping his face as you pressed your lips to his. He melted at the contact, arm settling around your waist and tugging you closer to him. âIâve been waiting to do this forâŠso long.â
He rested his forehead against yours. âThat makes two of us.â
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At the museum, a few weeks later, you sat at the guide desk in the center of the lobby, typing away on your laptop, researching an ancient relic Apollo was interested in, a necklace heâd gifted to the Oracle of Delphi that had gotten into the wrong hands.
Someone cleared their throat. You looked up to find Jaime there, a bouquet of flowers in his hand.
âIs this where I find the pretty tour guide? If sheâs not too busy, that is.â
âJaime!â You leapt to your feet, walking around the edge of the desk and straight into his arms.
âHey, sunshine. Thought Iâd come brighten up your day.â
âMy day has been brightened.â You assured him, pressing a long kiss to his soft lips.
âKhaji, not now.â He murmured, cheeks burning red.
âHi, Khaji.â You whispered.
He chuckled. âShe says hi.â
âThis must be Jaime. Iâm (Y/N)âs coworker, Jess.â Your favorite coworker introduced. âNice to meet you.â
âNice to meet you too. Is it alright if I steal her for a bit? Iâm excited to finally see the place.â
âOh, of course. You two have fun. Iâll put those in water for you.â Jess said, taking the flowers with a careful hand and a knowing smile.
Jaime took your hand and you led him proudly through your workplace. You loved getting to know the real him, without a mask in the way. Finally, your two lives had combined into one and you couldnât be happier.
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Hey love! Amazing work for your NDA coriolanus fic, I was wondering if he would ever marry the reader or if she would remain only one of the girls he fucks. How would the wedding be & his son's reaction? Thanks love!
You fidget in the dress, checking your reflection in the mirror for the umpteenth time. No matter how many times you look, you can't help but feel that you're looking at a stranger.
But it's to be expected. The beautiful, pristine white dress wasn't your choice. It was Coriolanus'. Just like everything about this day. Right down to the choice of appetizers, the flower arrangements, the way the guests are seated. The president was adamant. Everything needed to be perfect. Nothing but the best for his lady.
His First Lady...
Dread swirls in your gut. You still cannot believe it is to be your title.
You always knew he meant to have you in every way he could. He makes it clear by the way he holds you beneath him in the bedroom, possessive hands trailing bruises over your hips and thighs.
But this...This is madness.
"Mama! You're so pretty!"
Martius runs towards you, his gummy smile on full display. He recently lost his front tooth and hasn't stopped bragging excitedly about his new "big boy" teeth coming in soon ever since.
You pick him up and hold him on your hip.
"Hey, sweetie," you greet, giving him a warm smile. You force cheerfulness in your tone. "Ready to be the flower boy?"
The little boy nods excitedly. You didn't choose to be a mother, especially so young, but Martius grows on you each day. It also helps that he and Laertes get along like brothers.
Noise erupts from outside the bridal tent, Pandora's frustrated voice reaching your ears, "President, you cannot see the bride before the wedding. It's bad luck-"
"I will see my fiancé whenever I please."
The familiar baritone has your stomach clutching in dreadful expectation.
You send him a feeble smile as he enters the bridal suite.
Bad luck... You almost laugh. You couldn't care less if the President sees you before the wedding. You've already been cursed. Trapped to be his forever. Beaming at the crowd besides your tyrannical husband, which you've slowly come to realize Coriolanus is. A vicious, heartless tyrant.
He approaches you and cradles your face. His blue eyes flare as he drinks you in. Your insides stir in discomfort. You know that look. All too well.
"Perfect, just like I knew you'd be, dove. Everything is just...perfect." He gestures at your little brother. "Laertes, come here, my boy. Doesn't your sister look absolutely stunning?"
Your brother's spine straightens as he gets up, making sure to properly hold the two rings lying on the pillow in his lap. Coriolanus insisted for your brother to be the ring bearer. You despise that. You wish Laertes wasn't a part of this at all.
He grimaces while glancing at you. "Ew...I mean, yes sir."
Your brother's reply draws a hearty chuckle from him. He then lifts Martius from your arms, putting him down before instructing, "Now, boys, why don't you go play outside?" He turns to you, his lids sagging as his fingers begin to trace the side of your white bodice, lingering on your waist. "I'd like some time with my bride before the ceremony."
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Training Wheels | Coriolanus Snow | iv.
Your motherâs macabre work never appealed to you as you always preferred the comfort of your books, but when her apprentice takes a special interest in you, your safe, quiet world is flipped upside down.
Warnings: DUB-CON, NON-CON, Gaul!Reader, Shy Reader, Manipulation, Parental Neglect, Drinking, Peer Pressure, Hazing, University set, Loss of Virginity, Dumbification, Insecurities, Abusive Relationship, Degradation, Suicide Attempt
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Training Wheels | Coriolanus Snow | iii.
Your motherâs macabre work never appealed to you as you always preferred the comfort of your books, but when her apprentice takes a special interest in you, your safe, quiet world is flipped upside down.
Warnings: DUB-CON, NON-CON, Gaul!Reader, Shy Reader, Manipulation, Parental Neglect, Drinking, Peer Pressure, Hazing, University set, Loss of Virginity, Dumbification, Insecurities, Abusive Relationship, Degradation, Suicide Attempt
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Training Wheels | Coriolanus Snow | ii.
Your motherâs macabre work never appealed to you as you always preferred the comfort of your books, but when her apprentice takes a special interest in you, your safe, quiet world is flipped upside down.
Warnings: DUB-CON, NON-CON, Gaul!Reader, Shy Reader, Manipulation, Parental Neglect, Drinking, Peer Pressure, Hazing, University set, Loss of Virginity, Dumbification, Insecurities, Abusive Relationship, Degradation, Suicide Attempt
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Training Wheels | Coriolanus Snow | i.
Your mother's macabre work never appealed to you as you always preferred the comfort of your books, but when her apprentice takes a special interest in you, your safe, quiet world is flipped upside down.
Warnings: DUB-CON, NON-CON, Gaul!Reader, Shy Reader, Manipulation, Parental Neglect, Drinking, Peer Pressure, Hazing, University set, Loss of Virginity, Dumbification, Insecurities, Abusive Relationship, Degradation, Suicide Attempt
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Your hands quake around the bucket of mice as you stand above the terrarium. The bright-skinned creatures inside writhe around, in anticipation of their next meal. You peer inside the metal bucket at the little mice with their cute whiskers and beady eyes. Your heart twinges. They will soon meet their end, courtesy of you. But what else can be done? The snakes need to eat. Because if they were not fed, the colorful reptiles would break through the glass in search of the food they were denied. You used to have nightmares of it as a child. The lab crawling with snakes, their neon scales filling every corner.
Natural order restored as every warm-blooded creature in their vicinity turns into prey.Â
You suppress a shudder. While that never happened, you canât erase the slight chill dancing through your bones whenever you approach the terrarium.Â
Other lab assistants have offered to take on the task, noting your discomfort. Youâve turned each of them down. Mother has given you this job ten years ago. A gift, she called it. More of a challenge quite frankly. A way to test your nerves, that she always deemed too delicate. She never expected you to go through with it. âHippity, hoppity, little one,â she mockingly sang that day as you fidgeted before the ceiling-high glass case filled with snakes to the brim. Their scales were a deep green back then. Nothing like the pink, yellow and blue shades they don today. A plethora of mutations throughout the years has made them what they are now.
You tip the bucket against the edge of the glass case, abandoning the poor rodents to their fates. The reptiles are quick to dive upon them in a heap. The miceâs helpless squeaks reach a peak, piercing your ears until theyâre silenced quickly. You watch, stomach tight while the snakes open their maws and swallow the furred animals whole. The spectacle will never sit well with you.
Still, you school your features and steady your heart. Motherâs voice echoes through your head.
Emotions are a weakness. They must be harnessed, contained.
Harnessing your emotions. A feat you could never achieve. One that makes you a failed experiment in Motherâs eyes. A waste of space. A disappointment.
You start climbing down the ladder to gather more mice from their cages. Your insides clutch at the prospect of gently picking them up only to escort them to a sorrowful fate.
The train of your thoughts is interrupted when voices erupt from the other end of the long hall.Â
Recognizing them, you freeze. Panic floods your veins. You haste down the ladder, the bucket clattering as you discard it on the floor.Â
You scurry inside the nearest office and duck beneath a table.
The voices grow in the lab. You eavesdrop, allowing you to catch snippets of the conversation. Theyâre discussing Motherâs latest experiments with the Avox subjects. One succumbed to a chromosome translocation with a wolf mutt. The finer details of replacing the subject and what can be learned from the results are discussed in cold, clinical fashion. No regard for what was a human life, now lost, is granted. The Avox was nothing more than a slab of meat meant for slaughter. The slow, barbaric kind.
Ice seeps through your veins. You loathe visiting that room, the one displaying Motherâs human experiments on unfortunate Avoxes. Their beseeching gazes. Their warped pleas parroted by the jabberjays above them. You almost passed out every time you were tasked with monitoring their electrolyte status or switching their intravenous tubes.
Head rising from under the desk, you allow yourself a peek.Â
Motherâs here, of course. You recognized her voice right away. Then, thereâsâŠhim.
You let your gaze rest on him, never having the chance to observe him like that. Steal a glance from the back of the lecture hall. Get a glimpse of him amidst his crowd of friends, always in his element of course, owning every room heâs in.
Never before did you get to just look at him.
The first thing that strikes you is how beautiful he is. Handsome in that dazzling way the pretty boys in the sappy books smuggled from the Districts your mother berates you for reading are.
She calls them stupid. For you however, they are your only escape from the dismal humdrum of the Capitol. Fictional worlds that shield you from the harshness of reality. Your saving grace.
Platinum locks combed back from his face. Eyes as blue as the sky. Sharp, angular features.
Coriolanus Snow.
Behind the safety of the glass panel, openly admiring him is easier. In fact, you find it almost hard to peel your eyes away.
No wonder half the girls in your cohort canât stop gushing about him, how thereâs an irresistible, slight air of danger hovering around him since his brief time as a peacekeeper. Even Io Jasper noticed it. And Io never notices anything that she canât wedge between two glass slides and examine under a microscope.
Awe mingles with envy in your chest. This is who your mother chose as her unofficial successor. The worthy, cool-headed apprentice she has yearned for years. Sheâs been through so many people, each more eager to please and impress than the last. None ever fit. Not even you. Especially not you. Nobody except for him.
No one had ever passed your motherâs crooked tests before Coriolanus Snow came along.
Blue eyes travel upward, the Snow heir seeming to sense the scrutiny upon him.
âIs someone here?â he says, pushing forward.
Your pulse quickens at the sound of Coriolanus Snowâs deep voice, disturbingly close. You crouch to hide from view.
Motherâs exasperated breath reaches you from behind the glass panel.
âDonât worry. Itâs probably my daughter. Iâm afraid sheâs quite useless,â she says matter-of-factly.
Your heart sinks. Face warm with embarrassment, you shrink beneath the desk. You bring your knees to your chest. Hearing such words shouldnât affect you. Not after all these years. Yet it does. A pointed reminder that you can never measure up. That youâre a glaring mistake, lucky to even be allowed to wander the halls of the Citadel and be given a semblance of responsibility, however small.
That youâre not enough, will never be enough.
That you should never have been brought into the world.
After getting caught, you file away your embarrassment and make yourself small. Even smaller than usual. It's not too hard. When you arenât working at the lab, your schedule consists of attending lectures and studying for long hours at the library. It keeps you busy enough to find excuses to skip a few hours at the lab. After all, midterms are only a few weeks away. They require your entire focus. You canât fail and add more of a shameful stain to Motherâs name.
Itâs why you ramped up your studying since the Academy. You were painfully average then, tragically unremarkable, not even ranking high enough to get your own tribute to mentor in the tenth Hunger Games. The shriveling stare she cast upon you the day of the reaping after Dean Highbottom failed to speak your name is burned into your mind forever. That day, you failed Mother again. You swore to yourself to never let it happen again afterwards.
This year, you will study harder, until your eyes fall off if necessary. If you can pass every class with flying colors and perhaps even aim for the valedictorian spot, you can prove Mother that your existence isnât a complete and utter waste. It might be a lofty goal for you, but youâve been ranking higher with every test these last few weeks.
For days, your path does not cross Coriolanus Snowâs again. Your peace is maintained. You get to almost forget how piercing his blue eyes were that day, even from behind the glass panel.
Today, you donât expect things to veer away from your usual routine. You sit in the back of the lecture hall as is your habit. Students pour inside at a sluggish pace while you peruse your notes from the previous class. They barely make sense, even to you. Defense economics has never been your favorite subject, possibly your most hated in fact, and paying attention during Professor Cloudsbaneâs class is even more of a challenge. More than once, you dozed off, the complicated concepts struggling to fully sink into your mind.
Keeping up with this class is twice as much work than all the other ones. Even Motherâs bioengineering and military strategy courses do not give you so much grief. Concepts sheâs drilled into you since childhood are easier to digest.
Which is why youâre flabbergasted when the results of last weekâs test are passed around and you receive yours. In disbelief, you blink at the paper multiple times.
Itâs the highest grade youâve gotten the entire semester. Possibly the highest one in the class. You bask in the private, secret victory. Youâre always so behind. You plan on enjoying that tiny moment. You hug the test to your chest, a smile creeping upon your lips.
âSo what score did you get?â
Your head whips up, the sudden voice startling you out of your thoughts.
Bright cobalt orbs fill your sight.
You gape in disbelief. Coriolanus Snow.
Lost in your thoughts, you didnât realize he and his group of friends have elected to occupy the seats in the row before yours today. Youâre stunned. Theyâre usually sitting somewhere in the middle of the hall, not quite at the front but close enough so that Clemensia can comfortably harass the professor with a ceaseless string of questions as sheâs known to do.
âSo?â he asks again. His eyes dart down. âYour grade?â
Your throat knots as you gawk at him. When you donât reply, he huffs out a laugh and swipes the piece of paper from your hand. Youâre too flabbergasted by his actions to even react.
Empty hands hanging before you, you watch him purse his lips as he inspects your paper.
âHm, top grade. Figured.â His eyes twinkle. âExpected from Dr. Gaulâs daughter, I suppose.â
âYou almost had it, Coryo. But she beat you,â Clemensia teases, wiggling her eyebrows. Meanwhile, Ivy Briarose, Clemensiaâs close friend, giggles at her comment.Â
You steal a glance at his test; heâs holding it next to yours. Surprise surges through you. Thereâs only half a point between your grade and his. Just half a pointâŠbut still. Coriolanus always aces Professor Cloudsbaneâs tests. Him getting the top grade is often expected. But this time, the Snow heir falls behindâŠyou.Â
You can hardly believe it. A sliver of pride flutters through you. The fruits of your labor are beginning to show.
âIf you donât watch out, sheâll steal the top student spot from you,â Livia chimes in. You can tell the blonde is reveling in this, that strange animosity between her and Coriolanus on full display.
Coriolanusâ jaw ticks, his tight-lipped smile unfaltering as he studies you.
âI suppose she could,â he utters softly. Despite his tranquil expression and the smile pulling his lips, a peculiar unease settles in your bones. You shift in your chair, goosebumps blooming across your flesh.
He hands you your test back without a word. Youâre relieved when he turns and the class starts.Â
Still, even with his back turned, the weight of his sizzling scrutiny doesnât part from your skin.Â
The class proceeds, the words pouring from your professorâs lips a befuddling heap in your ears as usual. You jot everything down, acutely aware youâll need several hours if not more than that to decipher everything he said. Your mind already throbs at the prospect.Â
You sneak a glance at the row in front of you. Itâs mostly filled with the top students, most of them mentors that last year at the Academy. Some of them arenât even taking notes. Only Coriolanus sporadically does. He appears to have no issue keeping up with this class, unlike you who drowned in the first few minutes.
Youâre relieved when the lecture reaches its end. Your mind is on the cusp of overflow. You desperately need a break.Â
You pick up your things and rush to the exit. In the hallway, some guy bumps into you from behind, sending the books in your arms flying across the floor. He doesnât say anything to you and you bend to pick up your books. Tears press behind your eyes. This is nothing. It shouldnât make you blink back tears. Itâs not the first time someoneâs treated you like you were invisible.Â
âHey, apologize.âÂ
Your eyes drift skyward. Stumped, you watch Coriolanus grip the boy who bumped into you by his shoulder.Â
âWhat?â the guy replies, confusion scrunching his features.Â
âYou bumped into her. I said âapologizeâ,â Coriolanus articulates, as if he were addressing a particularly slow child. When the guy tries to leave, rolling his eyes, the blond squeezes him tighter. Tension flickers in the air. They trade looks and doubts creep on the guyâs face, his face blanching.Â
He clears his throat and whirls to you.
âSorry,â he blurts out.
You shake your head. âItâs fine.â
He turns, likely hoping to leave again, but Coriolanus tuts him, pointing at your books, still scattered across the floor.
âArenât you forgetting something?â he says, arching his brow.
The guy unleashes a sigh but hunkers down to collect all of your books. He gives them to you in a neat pile as you stare at the spectacle, mouth agape.
âThank you,â you mumble.
He nods and saunters off, avoiding Coriolanusâ eyes.
Coriolanus grabs your hand, helping you to your feet. The pads of his fingers are rougher than you expect, calluses pressing against your soft skin. Heat rushes to your cheeks as you rise.Â
Youâre not sure what to say, your nerves flaring beneath his stare. But you suppose you should thank him. While you struggle standing up for yourself, he just did it for you. So you mumble the words under your breath and begin heading in the opposite direction.
With his long legs, Coriolanus easily keeps up with your hasty strides. Your heart skips a beat as he falls in step with you.
âI feel strange asking this butâŠâ He leans above your shoulder to whisper, âAre you avoiding me?â
âI-Iâm not,â you stammer, your pulse racing with the lie.
The blond chuckles.
âYouâre walking awfully fast for someone whoâs not avoiding me.â
âIâm just running late to my next class.â
âWhat about your momâs lab?â he challenges. âYou were hiding from me, werenât you?â
Your lips tighten. If only heâd drop it. You donât want to revisit that awkward moment. Everything about it makes your stomach ache.
âIâŠwasnât,â you lie, your voice barely above a breath. Your face warms as a smile plays upon Coriolanusâ lips. You halt in your tracks, hugging your books against your chest as you pivot to him. You bashfully meet his gaze. âI was just a little spooked.â
He tilts his head, mirth swimming in his cobalt orbs.
âSpooked? By me? Do I scare you, angel?â
The pet name, uttered like a caress, sets your heart aflutter.
âNo,â you mutter. Another lie. And itâs like heâs picked up on it, his soft, pink lips stretching even more.
âIt wasnât nice what she said,â he says abruptly.
You blink in confusion.
âIâm sorry?â
âDr. Gaul, about you. It wasnât nice.â
You shrug. âIâm used to it. Itâs fine.â
He approaches you. The scent of his pricey cologne engulfs your senses. Itâs masculine but the faint scent of roses lingers underneath, as if stubbornly clinging to him.
His voice lowers, his gaze entrapping yours.Â
âItâs not fine. You work so hard to make her see you. Youâre a good daughter.â You donât realize his handâs moved to your face until one of his fingers traces the curve of your cheek. Your heart races at the sudden touch. Coriolanusâ thumb drags down to your chin, his attention landing on your bottom lip. He smiles. âHard work should be praised, rewarded even.â
Disarmed by his closeness and the strange words rolling off his tongue, you retreat.
You readjust the books between your arms.
âI s-should go. My next class is about to start.â
His words interrupt you.
âHey, why donât you have lunch with me and the others today?â
Your stomach clutches. You think about Coriolanusâ usual crowd, a bunch of kids from wealthy, influential families, popular and revered. Clemensia Dovecote. Livia Cardew. Ivy Briarose. Hilarius Heavensbee. Festus Creed. Most of them now hold the admiration of their peers for having survived the chaos the Tenth Hunger Games were.
Youâd never fit in with them. In fact, you never did. Coriolanus must know that. Is he trying to punish you for eavesdropping on his conversation with your mother the other day?Â
âI-I never talked to any of them,â you answer, panic swelling in your gut.
His brows crumple. âIf you donât talk to anyone, youâll never make friends.â
âThatâs okay. I donât need friends,â you retaliate.
âItâs always useful, having friends,â he rasps. âThe right connections, they can get you far.â
You anxiously roll your bottom lip between your teeth.
âIâm not good atâŠmaking conversation.â
âWeâre having a conversation now,â he says, laughing.
As you mull over what he just said, a small smile tugs your lips.
âI guess we are.â
His gaze sharpens. âThatâs a pretty smile. Iâd love to see it more often.â
His low, soft voice sends chills through your spine.
Coriolanusâ long lashes droop as he gauges your expression.
âIâd be disappointed if I didn't see your face, angel.â
You fidget, your eyes sinking to the floor before rising to meet his again.
âI donât know if thatâs okay⊠for me to show up like that.â
âIâm inviting you, so of course itâs okay.â
He speaks like itâs a given, like whatever he says goes. His confidence unsettles you.Â
You fall quiet, weighing your options. Thereâs something in Coriolanusâ silky voice that makes it hard to say no, but youâd hate being the unwanted guest at the popular kidsâ table.Â
Still, the expectation on his face makes you not want to let him down.Â
âIâm not hearing a yes.â
âY-Yes,â you stutter belatedly.Â
A broad smile spreads on his handsome face.
âPerfect. See you at lunch then, angel.â
As he strolls away, your feet remain glued to the floor, your mind lingering in disbelief of what just occurred.Â
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Cherie what if we donât have any followers đ this is a genuine question like I want to help writers grow in whatever way I can because I appreciate their unpaid work so much but I donât write so therefore I donât have any followers and thatâs why I donât repost đ
Reblogging isn't just about sharing the work. Believe it or not guys, but we really enjoy hearing what you thought about the fic you just read đ like idk if you read my fic and there's not a single thing you enjoyed about it then okay that's fair but several of you have told me you just have nothing to say even though you did enjoy the fic and I'll think to myself if I enjoy something usually I can express to someone why I enjoyed it but ok
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bf!rafe x plus size!reader hcs
warnings: sexual content
disclaimer: obviously anyone can read this, thereâs just a lack of plus size!reader content and it is something i love seeing being written. i am in no way shaming any body type and this is a safe place for all bodies. i just love rafe x p/s!reader and thought iâd give it some love. also this isnât proofread, sorry.
bf!rafe who constantly grips the fat of her hips, sexually or not. standing behind her in public or pounding into her while she rides him.
bf!rafe who kisses and leaves love bites on her soft plush tummy before going down on her.
bf!rafe who gets off on seeing her ass bounce every time he thrusts into her from behind, her cunt suckling his aching cock and the fat of her ass rippling each time his hips make contact with it.
bf!rafe who buys her tiny bikinis just to see her soft supple body hugging the seams and her fat tits spilling from the cups.
bf!rafe who loves the way he can see the outline of her tummy through all of her dresses, knowing sheâs the perfect woman to fill with his cum, wide hips and a plush tummy to bear his child.
bf!rafe who is always handsy, gripping any part of her he can reach because he loves the feeling of her silky smooth skin beneath his rough hands. always running his hands up and down her curves.
bf!rafe who will buy tshirts a size or two bigger just so he can see her wear his clothes comfortably and not worry about them fitting.
bf!rafe who constantly reassures her about her body, praising her verbally and physically until she understands how obsessed he is with her.
bf!rafe who never thought twice about her weight before falling for her and it soon becoming something he adores about her.
bf!rafe who gets slightly turned on when her jeans split on the inside of her thighs, his cock twitching at seeing the fat of her thighs trying to spill through the ripped denim, even though sheâs annoyed as hell.
bf!rafe who gets off on the warmth between her thick thighs, an added layer of protection for her sweet cunt. he loves pulling them apart, fat spilling between his fingers that are gripping her skin and revealing a sloppy wet cunt just for him.
bf!rafe who fucks her thighs, thick cock leaking precum that just grazes her bare cunt while he thrusts slowly between her legs, gripping and smacking her ass while doing so.
bf!rafe who beats the fuck out of anyone who comments about her badly, especially when it involves her physical appearance.
bf!rafe who constantly babies her and makes her feel small compared to his large frame, something she doesnât often get to feel.
bf!rafe who loves his plus size!gf and all the quirks that come with herđ
taglist: @sunkissedrafe @cxsmiclore @mousie101 @brioffthegrid
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