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.♡ ⃗ 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 (𝟏/𝟓)

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | best friend!JJ Maybank x reader (College AU)

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | fluff, friends-to-lovers, college au, non-canon ages, ‘lessons in love & pleasure’ trope, size difference, shy!reader, inexperienced & virgin!reader, clumsy!reader, cute first kisses.

♫ ·ﾟ𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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𝗔/𝗡 | and here we go !! this is my first obx series, so pls wish me luck, also note that this is a college au, meaning all characters are 21+. this will be angst-free, just a fluffy fic about two friends falling in love, starring a charming blond surfer. i'd love to hear your thoughts about this so far. as always, all mistakes are my own. ☼ 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 ☼

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 & 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲: @𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

˗ˏˋ 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ ⋰˚ 𝐎𝐁𝐗 (& 𝐀𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬) 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The rays of the sun beam down, burning your heated face as you exit the building. Hurriedly stuffing your uniform in your bag, you rush down the stairs and toward the main campus. You weave between students, nearly tripping while anxiously checking the time on your phone.

A few minutes late wasn’t that bad. You didn’t expect your professor to take the entire period given that it was the last day before spring break. It would’ve been more bearable if you had any friends in that class, but none of them showed. Perhaps you should’ve done the same and got a headstart on break too, or at least a full eight hours of sleep for the first time in months.

Approaching the common area, the familiar sound of the fountain meets your ears amongst the chatter and laughter from your peers.

Your eyes fall on a familiar blond, a toothpick between his teeth as he mindlessly scrolls through his cell phone. He stands out amongst the sea of plaid skirts, ties and blazers, wearing a backwards cap, cargo shorts and a tank top, his toned arms as sunkissed as ever. You call his name and break into a skip.

“If it isn’t the smartest gal I know…” You melt in his hold, that signature coastal citrusy scent washing over you like waves on a shore. After one final squeeze, he pulls away, his blue eyes flickering down to your feet. “And she still doesn’t remember to tie her damn shoes.”

“I was already running late, I couldn’t stop!”

He rolls his eyes and drops to one knee, bringing your foot to the other, “yeah, and what would’ve happened if you tripped? Or got stuck in an escalator? Or tangled in some wild vines?” He asks, quickly tying both your laces.

“Too late for one of those…” You pull up the hem of your dress, exposing the mismatched bandaids on both your knees.

“Did you try to walk and chew gum at the same time?”

You huff, “actually, I got it while golfing. The tall grass is really misleading.”

Your mother had scolded you for the grass stains on your new shoes, yet another pair just victim to your clumsiness, much like everything else you own.

As expected, JJ’s mood sours at the mention of Figure 8. Years after that kegger incident, JJ was still very bitter towards anything Kook-related. He didn’t want to hear about Rafe and his crew and almost turned red at the mere mention of their names. He tolerated you, Sarah and Kie talking about Midsummers, and was absolutely zero help when you were discussing dresses and crowns.

“Who was there?”

“Just my dad, Sarah and Mr. Cameron.”

JJ hums, peering up at you through his lashes. “Anyone else?”

You cross your arms, “Rafe never comes if that’s what you’re asking. He’s too busy working for his dad, and is probably halfway across the world, sipping on Dom Pérignon by the beach.”

“Yeah, I guess it’s not like he asked you to join him… again.”

A loud sigh falls from your lips, “That was one time! And he didn’t even ask, Mr. Cameron wanted me to check on him and make sure he wasn’t blowing profits on new bikes or drugs.”

JJ drops it after that, he could say anything he wanted but that wouldn’t impact your relationship with the Camerons. Since your parents owned and operated the Island Club, and rich people liked other rich people.

Your entire childhood was spent on Figure 8 alongside Sarah and the rest of the Kooks. You were grateful to live so comfortably, never having to worry about bills or losing electricity for days on end, but you’ve always envied the Pogues. Their freedom and exciting adventures were so different from the lonely box you were born in.

With years of friendship between you and the rest of the Pogues, your mother still referred to them as ‘those kids from The Cut.’

Your father, on the other hand, had a soft spot for them—especially JJ because of their shared love for cars and motorbikes. There have been a few times that you’ve caught them messing around in the garage after JJ left for more snacks and drinks, practically abandoning you all by the pool for some grease and engines.

Although he liked the blond boy, you know your father would disapprove of the many nights he’s sneaked through your window for a little sleepover. You were used to it now, sharing a bed with your best friend was a regular occurrence. It was platonic, even when you’d wake up in each other’s arms, tucked close.

JJ’s morning voice never failed to make you all fuzzy inside.

“Hello? Are you gonna get on or does the princess need help?”

Ignoring his remark, you quickly straddle his bike and wince at the dull pain in your thigh, “I also got a nasty bruise that day—note to self, never try to retrieve golf balls from deceitful tall grass again.”

He chuckles and twists around, “poor baby, want me to kiss it better?”

As if the sun had solely focused on you, your whole body heats up, a warmth fluttering in your belly as your mind searches for a response.

“I-I, uhm…oh, I—”

JJ laughs loud with a dimpled grin, “Why don’t you think about it and tell me later? We’re already running late and you know how Pope is with that.”

The Wreck is busy this time of day, every seat filled with college students and Tourons as waiters zoom from table to table. The delicious smell of seafood clouds the air and loud conversations drown out the radio. Sunshine pours from the windows, bathing the nautical decorations in an orange glow. Fishnets, brass ship wheels, and various hand-painted signs hang on the walls, strung up alongside fairy lights and ceiling fans.

You and JJ beeline for your designated spot, the booth all the way in the corner of the restaurant. As suspected, everyone is already there apart from Kie, you side in next to Pope and exchange gleeful greetings.

“And she lives! After that tumble at the golf course, I’m surprised you don’t have a cast or something.” Sarah snorts, the memory of you literally disappearing in the grass replaying in her head. “How’d your mom take it?”

You pout, “She was more concerned with my dirty clothes than my injuries,” and your bruised ego, “can you believe it?”

You’re met with mumbles of ‘yes’ and ‘of course,’ everyone awfully aware of your mother’s obsession with the picture-perfect image. If she had it her way, she would dress you every day to show off that Kook status, she’d put you in pastel prints, ironed polos, and hand-shined shoes. A part of you knows that the only thing stopping her from dressing you like a doll was your clumsiness, a saving grace disguised as aches and bandaids.

Her overbearing nature was also to blame for your timid heart, sometimes you were too scared to do any wrong that you wouldn’t do anything at all. Looming fear kept you in that box of solitude, unfulfilled expectations and thrills made you shrink away. As a child, you never had the confidence to speak up and often went with whatever your mother said, but that was until you met the Pogues. They helped you get out of your shell and introduced you to new experiences, they were the most patient and caring people you’ve met, and you wouldn’t trade their friendship for the world.

Out of the corner of your eye, Sarah and John B exchange a few chaste kisses. You immediately turn away, jumping into a conversation about Kie’s whereabouts with Pope.

“Her dad needed a hand, hopefully, she’ll be back with our food soon.” He answers and slides a glass in front of you, “she got this for you.”

It was your favourite smoothie flavour. You don’t waste any time and take a long sip, the sweet berries melting on your tongue, a momentary distraction from feeling so different from your friends.

Under your mother’s watchful eye, you never dared to step out of line and that has led you to being terribly inexperienced in everything dating-related. While your friends were partying and earning their stripes, you were watching from the sidelines and fumbling every opportunity that came your way. You tried to forget all those people who have pursued you, their texts unanswered and calls ignored.

You shake away those thoughts, “Did any of you have class today?”

Sarah flips her blond hair over her shoulder, “All my uniforms were in the wash, so it really wasn’t my fault. If private universities didn’t have mandatory uniforms… I still probably wouldn’t have gone.”

You and Sarah went to the same campus, but your schedules were far different. You could barely remember your own, let alone keep track of hers too.

Your gaze slowly shifts from each of their faces, “even you, Pope?”

“In my defence, I’m way ahead in all my courses, I could afford to miss a day.”

“Hmm… And does your dad know?” You tut, tilting your head.

He stares back at you, “Does your dad know you let Sarah and John B spend their anniversary in the country club after hours?”

Across the table, Sarah’s jaw drops. “You said you wouldn’t tell anyone!”

“I didn’t! Only you and he know.” You point to her boyfriend who was blinking owlishly.

John B raises his hands, going rigid under his girlfriend’s glare. “I only told JJ.”

All eyes land on the blond, a paper crane napkin in his hands. “Hm? Oh yeah, I told Pope and Kie.”

“No secrets between Pogues.” They both high-five over your head.

You deflate, covering your face. “Don’t tell anyone else, okay? I don’t want to accidentally start some under-the-table business renting the club… My mom would kill me.”

JJ coos, rubbing up and down your back. “Hey, it’s no different than Sarah lending Ward’s yacht to Pope when he wanted to impress that Touron…” He shrieks when a hand slaps the back of his head, knocking his hat to the ground.

“Idiot! No one knew about that!”

“I think we can all agree that JJ is just terrible at keeping secrets. Can’t trust him with anything.”

You giggle and sip on your smoothie, half-listening to John B’s rant about some customers at the surf shop. JJ sticks a straw in your cup and drinks too, cheekily bumping your foreheads together, his pretty blue eyes locked onto yours.

You find it hard to turn away, your gaze drifting over his face. From his strong nose to his cheekbones carrying a slight sunburn to his defined jaw. He flashes a grin, those stupid dimples making you a little flustered.

JJ was a natural flirt, he could make anyone swoon, he showered his friends in platonic love and affection—hugs, cuddles, kisses, you name it and he’s done it to each of you. He’s dated around the island but those relationships never lasted long enough to get serious, and they’ve never been introduced to your group either.

You’ve always wondered what he was like as a boyfriend, if he was as sweet with his partners as he was with all of you, if that tenderness bled into all his actions. He wore his heart on his sleeve in the most admirable of ways, although he was hotheaded and troubled, you’ve always felt safe with him.

You pull away, squeezing your eyes shut, “agh! Brain freeze!”

He snorts, bringing you forward for a sloppy kiss on your forehead, his cold lips against your warm skin. “Maybe you shouldn’t drink so quickly, ya dummy.”

Kie finally joins the rest of you a while later, bringing trays of fresh food and more drinks before sitting beside John B. Her long brown hair is up in a bun, loose strands frame her face, “Just letting you all know, I expect a mighty fine tip today and everyone is helping me clean up after closing.”

“Might as well take my kidney while you’re at it.” JJ speaks through a mouthful of fries, “we’re supposed to relax today.”

“And I don’t feel like getting elbow-deep in dirty dishes if I’m not being paid for it,” John B adds.

“These free meals say different. C’mon, my dad promised he’d try not to disturb me this week if we get this place spotless for spring break.” She looks at you, brown eyes pleading, “I’ll get you a smoothie to go.”

“I mean… it’s a small price to pay for a week of freedom, right?”

“Not guaranteed freedom.”

JJ leans towards you, “don’t say yes.”

“There’s six of us, we could get it done in one hour or even less if we work fast!”

“I guess that’s true.” You agree, despite JJ’s protests.

“Sunshine, no—if you stay, I’m gonna have to stay too.”

Kie calls your name, reaching over to physically turn you towards her. “Don’t look at him. If you stay, he’ll stay, same goes for Sarah and John B, and well… Pope will stay regardless because he doesn’t have a choice.”

Pope pulls a face, “excuse me?”

Truthfully, you were going to stay anyway, but it does make you a little bashful knowing that JJ wouldn’t leave without you.

“Okay, I’ll stay.”

“Same here.” Sarah decides, earning a huff from her boyfriend, “And just for your attitudes, the guys have to clean the deep fryers.”

“Including Pope.”

“I didn’t even say anything!”

After thoroughly cleaning The Wreck, the night concludes with a movie marathon at the Chateau. Pope keeps his streak of picking the best movies and chooses a trilogy you haven’t seen before. Bowls of snacks and beer cans litter the floor, and a half-finished pizza sits on the coffee table. Sarah and John B share one couch, and Kie and Pope are sprawled on the floor atop cushions and blankets, while you and JJ are tucked into the smallest couch, your legs over his lap.

As the opening credits roll on the screen, everyone takes the opportunity to do more catching up. Kie talks about cleaning up some beaches with other volunteers and her most recent trip off the island, a small project with a group of marine wildlife rescuers. She even shows a bunch of pictures of her with baby turtles.

John B and JJ talk about their co-owned surf shop, “We caved and hired extra help.”

“Finally!” Kie exclaims, “If you and JJ were running that shop alone any longer, it would go bankrupt, you’re both so fucking lazy.”

“Hey, I’m a great employee. I just got employee of the month actually.” JJ defends.

“You shouldn’t be proud of that if it’s only you two. You literally just vote for each other every month,” Sarah states knowingly.

You, Sarah and Pope don’t have much to say about your college careers, except for the lack of sleep and dependence on caffeine. It’s not very exciting, but Pope’s story about his professor who only attends class in socks makes you a little thankful for your overly strict school.

The marathon goes on, and the conversation dies down by the end of the second movie. Someone’s soft snoring flows over the steamy soundtrack and for the umpteenth time tonight, you look away as the two leads share a passionate kiss. At least it wasn’t another sex scene.

As your best friend, JJ could read you like a book. He knew you from the inside out, he could tell what you were thinking before you even said it, and he knew all of those humiliating secrets that kept you up at night. One of them being your lack of experience. When you confessed that, he told you it wasn’t something to be ashamed of, everyone moves at different paces and lives different lives—but kissing?

“You’ve never been kissed?”

You cover your face, embarrassment flooding in. “You don’t have to say it like that!”

“I’m not—I’m not teasing.” His smile says differently. He easily pulls your hands down, holding them in his lap, “it’s just not what I was expecting.”

He generally knew you weren’t the most experienced in intimacy and relationships, and that’s partly why he was so protective of you. Even at crowded parties and in his drunken state, he’d keep an eye on you, watching out for any creeps. Unbeknownst to you, it was an unspoken rule between the Pogues to treat you a little softer, a little sweeter because they all know how sensitive you were.

But he figured you’ve kissed someone before. Maybe some lucky kid from Figure 8 or a dude from your private school.

“I know, I know. You probably find it so funny.” You huff and roll your eyes, “laugh all you want, jerk.”

And to your chagrin, he does but quickly apologizes. “Sorry, sorry. Okay, maybe it’s a little funny. But not in a bad way! It’s actually cute.”

Cute?

“It’s adorable.” He cups your face, “itty bitty baby hasn’t had her first kiss… not even with that poster in your bedroom?”

Your chest warms as he pinches and pulls both of your cheeks, puckering your lips when you try to speak, “...posh-ers don’t ha’ tongues.”

“Oh, so you wanna French kiss for your first time? Didn’t think you were that type of girl, sunshine.”

You push him back and try to scoot away, making do with whatever sliver of space you can manage between the two of you, but he doesn’t let you get far. Keeping you in place with his hands on your hips.

“You’re telling me, aside from no one taking you on a date before, no one has asked to kiss you either?”

“JJ, you know my parents. My mom is so hard to please, I can’t imagine bringing someone home for her approval. And I had opportunities but… I kept getting too nervous.”

He’s quiet for a moment, his gaze tracing over your face. You hadn’t realized how close he was until now, you could count his every eyelash and his every freckle.

“I could help you out.”

A lump appears in your throat, it would silence your words if you could think of any but you can’t. Too caught up in his deep voice as it repeats in your head, again and again like a broken record.

“You trust me, right? You know me, I’m not—I’m not some guy you just met. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. If you wanted to, uh, kiss someone you just met, go ahead.” He reassures, “but I don’t think you want to do that.”

JJ was so awfully sentimental when it came to his friendships. His several shoe boxes of polaroids, tickets and trinkets under his bed said enough about his love for nostalgia. He was always one to take a chance, to live in a moment for as long as he could, and to find the positives in any situation, even the worst ones.

Years down the line, he never leaves the house without the silver zippo that you got him on a trip with your parents. It was easy to find something for each of your friends from your weeks-long stay in Europe: jewelry for Sarah and Kie, a first edition copy of a novel for Pope, and a vintage compass for John B, but you were stumped when it came to JJ.

You saved his gift for last, long after everyone else had fallen asleep, the mess of your celebratory return littering the backyard in empty beer bottles and confetti. He bugged you all night, eager for his special little something.

“Don’t open your eyes.”

“...Mhm, I’m having trouble keeping ‘em open.”

You placed the zippo in his hand and stepped back, “Okay, just feel it.”

He passed it between his hands, dragging his fingers over the cold metal until he popped it open, “a lighter?”

You nearly turned away when your nerves started bubbling and you’re thankful you didn’t, or else you would’ve missed his reaction. To this day, you’ve never seen him smile so wide or his eyes light up that bright at the sight of his initials and P4L ingrained in the silver.

He’s just JJ, one of your best friends in the entire world.

Deciding to take this opportunity before it slips away, you nod and his lips meet yours. He starts with little pecks, soft and sweet like cotton candy, and they slowly drag into short kisses. Putting a bit of intensity behind it, his tongue swipes along your bottom lip, but you don’t get the hint until he gently thumbs at your chin, just barely pulling your lips apart. He tastes like beer and a bit of weed, and his lips are softer than they look.

He’s slow and steady, letting you get used to the feel of him. You exhale in his mouth and shyly follow his lead, hoping he can’t hear your heart hammering in your chest. You don’t know if it’s the sweet rush of his lips against yours, or if this is how it feels to kiss someone for the first time, but you feel like you’ll float away.

Before you know it, he pulls away and presses his forehead against yours.

“You can breathe while we kiss.” He chuckles, nudging your nose with his, “don’t want you passing out on me, sunshine.”

You realize how lightheaded you feel and gasp for air, subconsciously licking your lips to taste him again. In a daze, you breathe in and out, briefly wondering if it felt like this to kiss just anyone.

One of his hands slips behind your neck and the other falls to your thigh, warm and gentle. “Do you want to stop?”

You glance at your friends, still passed out on the floor and other couches, the movie playing dully in the background. “No?”

“Are you asking me or telling me?”

“No.” You repeat, firmer this time. “I don’t want to stop. Pl-Please don’t stop.”

How could JJ deny you? Especially when you ask so dreamily with that glazed look in your eyes. He fights the urge to pull you into his lap and touch you all over and be the first person to make you into a pretty mess, to feel you in a way no one else has before. He connects your lips again, taking the lead and slipping his tongue into your mouth.

The unmistakable wet noises cause tingles to course all over your body, from your toes to the tips of your fingers clasped in your lap. They only get stronger when he tilts your head to kiss you deeper.

“You can touch me too,” he murmurs, bringing your hand to the back of his neck, your digits automatically curl in his blond hair and draw a low groan from his throat.

That’s when you go completely dumb and totally thoughtless. All concerns fly out of your mind and join the bluebirds above your head. They’re playing a little song to the beat of your heart, hitting every note and putting you at ease like a lovesick lullaby. You almost assume that’s why you feel lightheaded again.

JJ leans back, his voice raspy, “you keep forgetting to breathe, baby.”

“I’m sorry,” you exhale heavily, the butterflies in your tummy growing bigger as he caresses your face. “I’m not good at this yet.”

His rough fingers drag down your cheekbones and trace your jaw, the pad of his thumb gently presses on your bottom lip, almost slipping inside your mouth. His eyes seem darker, the clear blue shaded in something you can’t name.

His lips trail to your jaw, the movie long forgotten, “It’s okay, we have lots of time to practice. I’m gonna teach you everything I know, sunshine.”

𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: ahhh I've always wanted to write a sweet fic like this, i'm so excited to dive into a new fandom 🥰🥰 i'm still a lil nervous, but i'm hoping for the best !! feel free to stop by my inbox and let me know what you think of this so far, or request blurbs/drabbles for this au !!

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞! this fic doesn't have an update schedule, but i'll add dates on the masterlist (linked here) if i have a date in mind. also, here's the 𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 for this fic !!

As always, I hope you all enjoyed this and I’d love to hear your thoughts/feedback !! <3 — ☼ 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 ☼

I don’t do taglists anymore. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 & 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲: @𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

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ok so i've been trying to come up with a mafia trope for this ask by the bestie @bimbofawn: now this isn't a full-blown mob fic, but it has a few elements

The Camerons have all the wealth, influence and success anyone can dream of. They come from a long lineage of fame and riches, now running the parent company of many subsidiaries with power all across the country. It's no surprise they're involved in a few shady businesses, yet it's all kept tightly under wraps.

As the heir to a vast dynasty, Rafe grew up under a lot of pressure to be the best in what he does, and his ego is proof of that. He's in the tabloids, the ivy league graduate by day and the wild bachelor by night, landing himself in more scandals than ass-kissing articles.

The Camerons are known for their prestige and (heavily manufactured) picture-perfect image. So Rafe's sleazy, immature behaviour just won't do. Although he's doing good with the shady side of the family business (bc ofc he's into violence and drug trafficking/manufacturing), he needs to do better with the public side. To give his son a motive for cleaning up his act, he gives him an ultimatum: lose it all and get disowned or settle down.

Now, he has a few months to find someone, but his ego won't let him settle for just anyone. The headlines aren't any comfort either: Pleasure Over Business: Is Rafe Cameron responsible for the fall of the Cameron dynasty?

This is very off-to-the-races coded: you drift into his sector on his friend's arm one night. He shrugs you off, expecting there to be a different girl the next time they go to the clubs (because there always is) but nope, you show up again and again.

It’s hard for him to ignore someone so kindhearted and naturally alluring. He can’t look away from you sipping on the straw, your calm gaze locked on his, making him stumble over his words like a teenager with a crush. He dreams of you every time he falls asleep, your pretty face burned on the inside of his eyelids as if you belonged there.

But one night his friend shows up with a different girl.

"Her rates got too high, and my folks were getting suspicious so I had to let her go, unfortunately." He exhales, his arm around the other woman kissing up his neck.

Now, did he predict you were an escort? Not at all. It catches him off guard and he almost spits up his drink. "You paid her to date you?"

Topper glares, "you don't have to say it like that. We did more than just make appearances together if that's what you're asking. All consensual, of course, but you do have to pay extra for private um... sessions."

me senses... a sugar-baby proposition: "I'll take care of everything, all expenses, your rent, and an allowance on top of that. Anything you want you can have."

You're still apprehensive, you've taken clients who've heard of you from word of mouth before, but this was new. They were best friends who routinely saw each other, you'd hate to stir the pot. "Won't it be weird?"

"You with Top was just business and so is what I'm offering." Perhaps that was a little white lie, but you didn't need to know that. "No harm, no foul. In my hands, you could live better than this."

"I like my home." You mutter, hugging a pillow to your chest, it was one of the many mismatched cushions that littered your old couch. "I worked hard to get it this way."

He nudges the wobbly table by the door, the picture frames rattling on the surface. "For thousands of dollars a night, I would've expected some sense of luxury, or a stove with actual knobs." He says and quirks a brow, "where'd all that money go?"

"Oh... I had to give my boss his cut."

"How much is that?"

"80 percent." You admit, ducking away when Rafe frowns, "I know, I know... It wasn't my fault, my daddy—" Your voice cracks, "My daddy got involved with a bad man after he gambled away all our savings and my college fund. And he still couldn't stop after my mama left. I had to—I had to help somehow."

You still remember returning from campus to see him bruised and battered on the living room floor, crying for your mother who was halfway across the world, now a happily divorced woman. The memory brings tears to your eyes and they stream down your cheeks.

Rafe bites his tongue, rethinking his decision to show up here in the first place. Your unlucky life only made you more perfect, and as terrible as it sounded, he knows he won't find anyone more fitting for his circumstances.

He refused to leave until you agreed.

"What's his name?"

You don't hear him over your sniffles and rub your nose into your pillow, "huh?"

He crouches by your feet, placing a hand on your thigh. "What's the big bad man's name, sweetie?"

"Why—Why are you asking..."

The blue in his eyes seems darker, but it could just be the dim lightbulbs you haven’t changed yet. He blinks up at you with thick lashes, a slow smile crawling onto his face.

"I'm going to prove to you that when you're with me, you've got nothing to worry about."

And the next night, he shows up at your door with a fresh bouquet of flowers and bruised knuckles. You don’t get one word out before drops a heavy duffel bag on the floor, “here’s the money you deserve for your work, and extra for your troubles.”

You glance at the bag and then his face, your toothbrush hanging out of your mouth. “What—What did you do?”

He smiles, cocking his head to the side. “Nothing you have to worry about, sweetheart.” He says, wiping toothpaste from the corner of your lip. “Now, are you going to invite me in?”

Rafe is very possessive, he doesn’t care that you dated/slept with his friend because you belong to him now. He buys you a gold necklace with his initial on it, parades you around the city for all the nosy paps to see, and brings you home to meet his family. And yes, you do get the gold seal of approval from his father.

well this is just a mash-up of different tropes 🫡 fake relationship, sugar daddy and mob, with rafe's signature "you're mine" mindset. me has a few slutty and soft ideas for this au too hehe

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omgggg shy reader like wtf 🥵🥵🥵🥵 what about jj making you bite one of your plushies to keep quiet 🫠

get out of my head bc I was thinking the same thing:

He’s so mean about it too, “awh, is it too much, baby? Because you’re crying like it is.”

“T-Too big, daddy.” Is your muffled reply, teeth clenched around the plushie.

“Daddy’s too big for your pretty cunt?” He asks over the squeaking of your bed. “But you’re doing so good, mouse, taking me balls deep, and dripping all over me. I think you like how much bigger I am than you.”

He’s right, he’s so fucking right. You try to nod your head, but fall back into the plushie when he hits deep, his heavy sack flush against your wetness. Your thighs tremble, elbows going weak as the rest of your body collapses on the mattress. You get louder and he doesn’t stop, he loves the risk, he loves the thought of fucking you stupid in your cute bed with your parents just down the hall. At least he was kind enough to put a pillow between the headboard and the wall to silence the unmistakable thumping.

He turns your head, messily kissing up the side of your teary face. “Look at yourself, baby,” you we’re biting so hard on that poor stuffie, “so fucking dumb you can’t remember your own name. And you know what? You’ve never looked prettier.”

#sonny drabbles #jj x innocent reader #grumpy jj #jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x female reader #jj maybank x fem!reader #jj maybank smut #jj maybank au #jj maybank fanfic #jj maybank fanfiction #outer banks #outer banks fanfic #outer banks fanfiction #college jj maybank #rudy pankow fanfiction #rudy pankow #rudy pankow x reader

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I’m just thinking about how JJ would cum in your panties and make you wear them the rest of the day

this is so 😵‍💫😵‍💫:

JJ loves the thought of you being covered in him. He loves coming on you, your pretty face (that only gets prettier when it’s covered in his seed), your used holes, or your tummy. He thinks of it as claiming you in the dirtiest and most intimate way. It was his idea to take things one step further: “Just for today, baby. I won’t ask for anything ever again.” You knew that was a damn lie. “Don’t you wanna feel me for the day?”

He whole body erupts in shudders, ragged breaths fluttering from his raw bitten lips as he fists his length, aiming in the gusset of your panties. When his high topples over, he braces himself on the wall with a groan. His head falls into the crook of your neck as his cum spurts out against your mound. It’s so warm and thick, your mouth waters. You feel it filthily dripping down your skin to your cotton panties—there’s so much, you’ll definitely feel him for the day.

“Oh fuck, baby,” he pants, repeating the pet name like a broken record. “Baby, baby, baby, I love you so fucking much.” He messily kisses the side of your neck, his blond hair tickling your cheek. “Always such a good girl for daddy, you make me fucking crazy.”

me thinks this is perfect for camboy bf JJ x camgirl!reader ✨the hottest and sleaziest couple in OBX✨

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ur writing is so GOOD!! thoughts on jj and innocent reader

why thank you bestie, and yes I do !!

me thinks… you’re new to Outer Banks, moving to town at the start of summer next to Kie’s house for the rest of your college career.

It doesn’t take long for your mother to drag you around the neighbourhood to introduce yourselves, which is a slight problem because you’re awfully shy. Soon, you find yourself standing at the Carrera’s driveway, watching their daughter hop on the back of a dirt bike and ride off as her parents call out in frustration.

That sparks an interest you’ve never had before: spontaneity and deliberately disobeying your parents. Growing up, you never had many friends, and definitely nothing like Kie’s fun and rowdy group. It’s almost inevitable that you fall in love with their friend group, watching from your bedroom window as she sneaks out time and time again, either getting on that same dirt bike with a handsome blond or in the back of a beat up van.

“She’s watching you again.” Pope murmurs, craning his neck to keep an eye on the glowing window. “Think she’ll tell your parents you’re sneaking out this time?”

“Well she hasn’t yet, so I doubt it.” Kie answers, settling into the free seat next to Sarah. “I feel bad… she’s always alone. I can only say a handful of words to her before she runs off.”

“Yeah, her family came over for dinner last week and she barely said a word.” Sarah adds. “You’d honestly forget she was there…”

“Rafe probably traumatized her.”

“He actually skipped, like usual.” Sarah corrects, not bothering to defend her brother. “She seems harmless, why don’t you invite her next time?”

From the passenger seat, JJ groans, “Another Kook? Don’t you think we have enough of those in our group already?”

“Oh please, she’s nothing like a Kook. I bet she’s clueless about the whole rivalry anyway.” Kie insists, “I remember when I had no friends. It’s hard enough putting yourself out there when you’re in a new town, I can’t imagine moving during the summer and spending it alone.”

The rest of the group seems to agree, albeit out of sympathy, their hearts are in the right place. Well, almost everyone.

“I’m just saying, the last time we let a Kook in, I almost died every time I stepped foot on Figure 8.”

“And who’s fault was that?”

“Whose brother is a crazy drug addict?”

“Who pulled a gun on Topper?”

“Who tried to drown John B—”

“Alright, shut up! Everyone, shut up!” The brunet exclaims, slamming on the break, “next time we hang out, Kie invites the shy girl. Objections?”

“Yes—”

“Not from JJ.”

The blond huffs and puts his feet up on the dashboard. Everyone else shakes their head, Kie and Sarah wearing matching grins, it would be nice to add another girl.

“Then it’s settled, we’ll just see how it goes. It doesn’t hurt to be nice, JJ.”

Oh and when JJ sees you the first time, he’s ready to be as unpleasant as he is with any other Kook. But how could he ignore the tray of freshly baked cookies you bring, or the case of his favourite beer that you sneakily bought on the way to the chateau, or your sundress that flutters in the wind?

He was expecting a lot of things today: to have to cool off with a joint after meeting you, or if it came to it, straight up leave early to get away from you. But he wasn’t expecting to eat his damn words.

“I made different flavours just in case… a-and they’re peanut and gluten free too. And this.” You struggle to set the case on the table and Pope helps to lift it up. “Oh, thank you. Uhm, I never bought alcohol before, so I hope it’s a good one?”

He takes a liking to you almost immediately, it’s a little embarrassing on his part, especially since he put up such a fight about letting you in. Soon enough, with only a handful of conversations under his belt, he starts expecting you at all their get togethers: “Where’s mouse?” “Who’s mouse?” He didn’t even know he started calling you that! You didn’t correct him when he said it to your face, in fact, you got all giggly when he did (and it was the cutest thing ever)

As for thots: fast forward to a party at the chateau

He’s so sweet and nasty 😣 kissing you with a hand on your cheek, the other sneaking under your bikini suit bottoms. He tastes like beer and those cupcakes you brought over (you always bring sweets), and your heart almost can’t handle having him this close.

“This okay, mouse?” He asks for the umpteenth time, as if he hadn’t pulled you into corners/closets for the past few weeks to kiss you. “Is this—are you okay?”

You grasp his wrist, helplessly rocking against his hand. “Yes, yes, please don’t stop.”

“Fuck, is this all for me?” He grunts, trailing his fingers up and down your soppy slit, “poor girl, you’ve been this wet all day. Keep going, grind yourself on my hand.”

Also:

JJ sneaking into your bedroom through the window and mocking you for the millions of pillows and plushies on your bed. “How do you even sleep on that?” Then he proceeds to throw the poor stuffed animals around and punch their squishy faces.

And to make up for his hateful behaviour against your plushies, he has you ride his face: his hands on your hips as you fist his hair, your cries muffled by your panties. Your body has a mind of it’s own as you rock against his mouth, your juices smearing all over his face, practically drowning him in your essence. He doesn’t care one bit, alternating between suckling your swollen clit and fucking your hole with his tongue.

“Keep quiet, baby, can’t have your parents walking in on us, huh?” His voice drops, wet lips peppering kisses along your inner thighs, “unless you want them to see what a dirty girl their daughter is and catch you grinding this messy cunt on my face?”

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there are so many mask options: the purge, the strangers, Jason and Michael Myers 👹

A HALLOWEEN PARTY SHUTTTT UPPPPP Rafe would definitely dress up as the preppy blond guy from that first purge movie😵 the mask!!!!!!! yesPLS

ORRRRRRRRR an 80s camp!counselor au where everyone brought a costume for a costume party (because it's october or wtv) and he's the creepy camp counselor that brought a Jason getup and won't stop following you around😶‍🌫️

- 🍰

OMG YES !!

Rafe and his friends all in matching purge costumes 😖😖 they’re everywhere, no matter where you go, they’re there. but in your drunk state, you can’t bring yourself to care and unknowingly dance with your stalker. It isn’t long until he drags you out of the house and around the back, the moonlight offering only a smidge of guidance.

He pushes you against the side of the house, his hands trailing up and down your body, his touch as hot as the summer air. Your protests die on your tongue when he drops to his knees, his mask falling to the floor as his head disappears under your dress.

“W-Wait!” You squeal, jumping at the feel of his tongue against your panties, swiping up and down your clothed slit. “Someone could see us!”

He doesn’t falter, if anything, he gets more eager. He mouthes against your wet panties, sucking your swollen clit through the cotton and even prodding his tongue at your sopping hole.

You cry out with trembling knees, the pleasure only heightened by the risk. You don’t want to get caught, but you also don’t want him to stop.

You hiss when his teeth pierce your inner thighs, the pain quickly soothed by his warm lips as he hooks your panties to the side, licking one long stripe up your cunt.

His lips lock around your button, sucking harshly as if he wanted it to hurt and you convulse, slapping a hand over your mouth to muffle your moans. A heat builds in your tummy as tingles rush through your nerves, and your eyes flutter shut when he slips a finger into your hole.

He’s so messy and you’re so wet, you can hear the lewd noises over the booming bass inside the house. You can’t help but rock against his face, gripping his hair with one hand as you suck your fingers in a desperate attempt to stay quiet. He’s making it harder with every swipe of his tongue and thrust of his fingers.

“Good girl, come all over my face. I wanna taste you for the rest of the night.”

Damn, I guess I woke up slutty today 🫡

as for the camp counsellor au… me thinking of a rivals with benefits trope, he’s from the kook camp across the lake and you’re on the pogue side, being forced to watch their overfunded camp get all the new toys and fancy resources. You act like you hate him (you do) but when the sun goes down and the other counsellors/campers are fast asleep, you find yourself bent over in the back of his truck, moans silenced by your own panties as he fucks you silly 😩 “wish you could see yourself now, going dumb on my cock—that attitude of yours would improve real quick.”

#sonny drabbles #stalker rafe #camp counsellor rafe #wips ask #wips drabble #stalker rafe cameron #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron fanfic #rafe cameron x fem!reader #rafe cameron au #rafe cameron x female reader #rafe cameron drabble #rafe cameron fanfiction #tw stalking #rafe loving hours

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.♡ ⃗ 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | best friend!JJ Maybank x reader (College AU)

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | friends-to-lovers, fluff, ‘lessons in love & pleasure’ trope, size difference, parties (drinking, weed), shy!reader, inexperienced & virgin!reader, SMUT - minors DNI, loss of virginity, unprotected sex (p in v), dirty talk, dumbification, praise kink, size kink, ruined/corruption kink, specific warnings in each part.

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | After learning about your lack of experience in relationships and intimacy, JJ offers his expertise. Based on this drabble.

♫ ·ﾟ𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝗪/𝗖 | n/a

𝗔/𝗡 | he's here, sweet bff!JJ has arrived !! i'm so excited to start my first JJ fic based on this post. this is going to be an angst-free story, just a lil something full of love, friendship and sunshine, things we all deserve. no gifs/photos belong to me, found the pics on pinterest, all credits go to the original creators. all mistakes are my own. [smut=*] ☼ 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 ☼

Feel free to send asks and requests for this series!

˗ˏˋ𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ ⋰˚ 𝐎𝐁𝐗 (& 𝐀𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬) 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: (0/6)

1/6 - march 28

𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐎𝟑 | 𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝

𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐒/𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒: (& fave drabbles)

inspo drabble*

𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐘: tags

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬: #wfaf drabble

Discussions/Drabbles: fluff | thots

all asks | ideas | spicy videos | pics/videos/tiktoks

about | psa

Characters: jj | reader

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Ok but like I could see JJ absolutely humiliating the reader while fucking her

are you in my head bc i've been thinking the same thing: i know jj is a softie but what if 🫣 we take a drive down the heartbreaker road ??

mean!JJ: He's the kook's number one enemy, the local troublemaker, and always up to something with his progue friends. You know all about his mischief-streak, and truthfully, you're scared of him since he pulled that gun on Topper. He's the kind of guy your friends warn you about, but you don't have any friends apart from Rafe, Topper and Kelce. They're the same group you've clung to since childhood, and now you proudly wear the kook princess crown.

You're so happy in your carefree bubble, following them around like a little pet. Everyone knows you're strictly off limits because the kook prince has a thing for you. No one would dare to test him or even think about you in a certain way... well, everyone but JJ.

"Oh, look at that, your boyfriend is calling you." He snorts, glaring at Rafe's contact photo glowing on the screen, "he's gonna have to wait."

You pull off with a lewd pop, saliva coating your lips and smeared down your chin, "he's not—he's not my boyfriend."

"That's not what everyone else thinks, and that's not what he's going around and saying either."

That catches you off guard, and your heart swells with hope as if you weren't on your knees blowing his enemy, "Rafe likes me?"

Oh, you were dumber than he thought.

"He's not gonna want you after this." JJ slips his ringed-fingers into your open mouth, prying your lips apart and spitting. The heavy dollop lands on your tongue and slides to the back of your throat. "You think he'll kiss you after sucking my cock? You think he'll even look at you knowing you fucked a dirty pogue?"

He sees the glee on your face transform to regret, your features melting into a sorrowful mess. If the music weren't so loud downstairs, he would surely hear your heart breaking.

With one hand, he jerks his length inches away from your face. His fist slides up the slick skin and he steps closer, effectively trapping you against the bathroom door.

"What's with the waterworks, baby?" He'd be lying if he said your tears didn't make him rock hard. It was your fault for being so pretty when you cry, how could he resist you when you look that good?

"I-I've liked Rafe for so long... I didn't know he liked me back." And now look at you. JJ was right, Rafe wouldn't speak to you ever again if he found out.

"What do you know, hm?" The blond chuckles, meanly slapping your cheeks with the tip of his cock. The messy trails of pre cum are only a mockery of your tears.

"JJ, wait—" You try to turn away, but his foot slides between your thighs, the worn leather of his boot pressing up against your wet panties.

"Do you think they keep you around for your brains? Oh, sweetheart, I hate to break it to you but you've got none."

There it is again, the delicate pout on your lips and that expression of pure despair. He wishes he could take a picture, and forever memorialize your misery. Maybe even send it to Rafe for his own sick entertainment.

JJ shifts his foot, grinding along your clothed core and rubbing your swollen clit. The cry you let out is not only from sadness but also pleasure.

Your mouth falls open in a moan and he takes the opportunity to slip back in, the bulbous head hits the back of your throat and slides deep. Your eyes shoot open and you quickly brace your hands on his hips, but it's no use. He pushes forward until his full sack hits your chin and groans loudly when your throat tightens.

"Atta girl, who knew the kook princess was a cockslut?" His tone drops and his hips build a pace, it's slow but thorough.

He's so thick, your lips burn at the corners as you struggle to take him from tip to base, again and again. Sloppy noises fill the bathroom, your choked moans silenced by the fat head of his cock hitting the back of your mouth with every thrust.

"You wanna know—fuck, something else, baby?" JJ grunts through clenched teeth with his palms on either side of your head, his thumbs digging into the tear-and-spit-covered flesh of your cheeks, "he likes you, but that ain't gonna stop him from fucking someone else tonight. So you should stop the weeping and do the same."

#mean jj #sonny drabbles #jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank fanfiction #jj maybank drabble #mean!jj maybank #mean jj maybank #jj maybank smut #jj maybank x fem!reader #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x you #outer banks #outer banks fanfiction #outer banks fanfic #jj loving hours

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I just 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠 with camboy!rafe like sending the panties to the top tipper, smearing his cum and spit on her, tasting it together... maybe a little bulge play as a teaser I'm just not okay I need a minute

Everything you write it's toptoptoptop notch. 🫡🫡

he only agrees to send them if you give him a different pair that's just as messy 😵‍💫 he's so nasty, he'll eat you out after filling you up, only to spit it back into your mouth, "that's my girl, don't we taste good together?"

don't get me started on bulge-stuff: he posts a new video in pov style of you grinding against his clothed cock, his heavy breaths compliment your muffled whines. your skirt is flipped up, your white panties are nearly sheer with your juices, and there's a little wet spot visible on his pants. "Keep it slow, baby. That's it—fuck."

then he pulls back, getting a clear shot of the nearly empty movie theatre, the big projection screen providing enough light to see your filthy act. he hooks your panties to the side, getting a close-up of your bare cunt rubbing along his bulge, your needy core just begging for a few fingers. "You think you can stay quiet if I touch you here?" He whispers gently, dragging his digits over your puckered hole to your pussy, taking sick pleasure in the shudder of your hips. "This tight cunt is dripping all over me, I've gotta fill her up, sweet girl."

#camboy rafe #sonny drabbles #rafe loving hours #rafe cameron #rafe cameron au #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron x fem!reader #rafe cameron x female reader #camboy rafe cameron #camboy!rafe Cameron

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🏈. 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭-𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | mean jock!Rafe Cameron x innocent!reader

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | mean!Rafe, mocking, Rafe's dirty mouth, NON-CON/DUB-CON, virgin!reader, SMUT - minors DNI, degradation, dumbification, dacryphilia (licking tears), petting over panties, choking, dirty talk.

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | He's mean, he's so terribly mean, but why does a part of you like it? Based on this ask.

𝗪/𝗖 | 1.56K

𝗔/𝗡 | well happy slutty Sunday and happy first rafe fic to me !! this turned out longer than i expected. i hope you enjoy !!

˗ˏˋ𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ ⋰˚ 𝐎𝐁𝐗 (& 𝐀𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬) 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

It often felt like the universe hated you or had some bitter vendetta against you because you don't know what you did to deserve this. You're standing on the porch of the most popular frat on campus with your backpack, rereading the guidelines from your professor about your project. You dreaded working in partners more than groups, at least then there was more of a chance of others carrying their weight.

You waited at the library for an hour before you got a text from your partner: I woke up late, do you wanna just come over instead? Libraries aren't for me.

You huffed in frustration and hurriedly packed your belongings. His blatant disregard confirmed that you'd have to do the whole project yourself—and you almost went back home instead of the address that popped up on your phone, but you know your professor would be disappointed in you for not trying to work with Rafe.

A tall boy answers the door, half-dressed with a towel around his shoulders. "Hey, can I help you?"

"I'm here for Rafe," you say your name, fighting the urge to glance at his well-toned stomach.

Topper looks surprised for a moment before smiling, "c'mon in." You follow him upstairs and down the hall, avoiding the curious gazes of the other brothers (and their guests). The house was messy, to say the least, last night's party still lingered in the solo cups and trash on the floor.

Rafe's bedroom is at the end of the hall and Topper opens the door for you, still wearing that sly grin as you're forced to brush against him to enter.

It's clean, apart from the cluttered desk and unmade bed. Fancy bottles of cologne you can't pronounce sit on the dresser, along with some gold chains and rings. Photographs and posters are plastered on the walls, and you immediately recognize the Cameron family in a portrait. This was the mainland, but you knew all about Rafe's influence back in Kildare. His golden status as the college football star was only a portion of it.

His blood-red jersey is draped over the desk chair, Cameron printed in bold black letters with the number 6 in the middle. You trace the letters.

The bathroom door opens and a rush of steam flows out, followed by the frat president himself, clad in nothing but a white towel. His blond hair is a few shades darker and water drips from the strands onto his broad shoulders, "Oh, you came quick." His chiselled features were highlighted by the sunshine pouring in, bathing his skin in a youthful glow.

Heat blossoms in your tummy, blooming up to your chest and your cheeks. "I rode my bike. Uhm, are we working in here?"

"Where else would we work?" He rasps, blue eyes falling to your hand. "Have you ever been to a game?"

You quickly pull away, tucking your hands into your pockets, "No, never."

He snorts, sifting through the drawers and pulling out a pair of grey sweatpants. "I figured. Someone like you is probably too nose-deep in textbooks to know what a touchdown is."

You bite your tongue, you have a vague idea of what a touchdown is but don't want to give him the satisfaction of you actually not knowing.

Rafe is a bad guy, it's public knowledge that he's troubled and violent. He gets into fights, but somehow never faces the consequences, and carries on with his life blessed with wealth and superiority. He walks all over those who aren't like him and threatens those who dare speak up.

But you'd be lying if you said his body wasn't making you weak. The wide expanse of his back, the muscles shifting under the tanned skin, and the small droplets of water trailing down his spine to the loose towel. It was cruel how handsome he was, especially when you know he's nothing but bad news.

"Take a picture, bunny, it'll last longer."

Your stuttery objection is cut off by a sharp gasp when the towel drops. You get a single glimpse of his ass and firm thighs before you turn away, eyes squeezed shut.

"Oh oops, I'm probably the first guy you've ever seen naked. Don't you think that's sad? I mean, you're in college and still a virgin, right?" His laugh rings over the slight rustling of clothing, "why am I even asking? Of course you are."

Your heart cracks straight down the middle, embarrassment colouring you from the inside out. Your bottom lip wobbles as you clutch your bag tightly, already planning an escape plan. Ugh, you knew you shouldn't have come—why did you have to care so much? Now, look at you, practically crying in his stupid bedroom in his stupid fraternity house.

You're forcefully turned around, Rafe's hand locked around your bicep, "I bet a little thing like you doesn't even know how to touch a man, huh?" He rasps, stepping closer as the corner of the desk digs into your thighs, "or yourself."

You cower, eyes flickering between the gold chain dangling between his pecs and his sharp expression. "Rafe, can we please just do our work?"

"I'm just trying to get to know my partner." He mutters, cocking his head to the side. "Have you ever touched yourself?"

At your silence, he continues.

"Poor girl, is that a no? Your little virgin pussy is probably so desperate for relief. Tell me, is it wet right now?" Again, you don't answer. "Am I gonna have to find out for myself?"

His grip loosens and you take the chance to race to the door. You manage to crack it open before it's slammed shut again. Rafe's one hand easily overpower your efforts.

"I asked you a question."

"I-I want t-to leave... Pl-Please."

"Puh-Puh—pl-please," He mocks, pouting his lips, "you're so pretty when you beg, you know that?"

His words catch you off guard, your foolish little heart swelling at the sick compliment. Rafe is quick to spin you around and pin you against the door, sliding his thigh between yours.

"You liked that? You like when I'm mean? When I treat you like a little dummy who's nothing but an inconvenience?" He leans close, his minty breath fanning over your heated cheeks, "Go ahead, bunny, grind that needy cunt on my leg."

Your eyes widen, "I don't know how to—"

"Clueless dummy, can't even follow simple instructions. There’s nothing but air in that fucking head."

And just like that, your heart is down in the gutter again, as small as a speck of dirt, staring up at you in misery. He's so mean, so terribly mean, but why does a part of you like it?

Lust and shame only make you more confused and you turn away, hot tears streaming down your cheeks. You don't know why you're crying either. Your sobs are muffled behind your pursed lips but Rafe doesn't like that, he cups your cheek and makes you meet his gaze.

In the darkness of the blue, you know he knows. Pride erupts all over his features, taking form in his signature smirk.

"Good girl, you look at me when you cry. That sad pout and these tears," he brings his fingers to his lips, licking your salty tears with a low groan, "belong to me."

There isn't a moment for you to breathe, much less process his words or the warmth of his tongue sliding up your cheek.

"Just like your body and this cunt," he cups your mound, fingers sliding against the wet cotton under your dress, "this tight virgin cunt.”

Twisted desire glows behind his eyes, hot and bleeding onto his red cheeks. He looms over you like a mountain, vast and impenetrable, blocking all light and shrouding you in darkness. The tension is suffocating—or that’s what you think before you feel the cool metal of his ring pressing to your throat.

“You’re lucky I’m even giving you a second glance. You know how many other people wish to be in your place, to feel my hand right here?”

His skilled fingers slip under your panties, focusing on your needy bundle. He rubs slow, steady circles, spreading your slick between your folds.

“They’d be so jealous of you, they’d kill to be you.” He says your name, repeating it again and again, getting more condescending than the last. “Say thank you for giving me attention, daddy.”

Daddy.

Your knees go weak and you nearly crumple to the floor, but he replaces his fingers with his thigh, keeping you upright and pinned against the door with a hand around your throat.

He dips down, nosing along your wet cheek. “If you aren’t gonna do what I say, I’ll find someone who will.”

“Don’t!” You hate how pitiful you sound, but the thought of him pushing you aside for someone else is much worse than the embarrassment. “Can we just t-talk first?” You ask, your vision going blurry once more. “You’re—You’re scaring me.”

He hushes you, “calm down, dumb baby, I’d never hurt you. An innocent thing like you needs someone soft-handed, hm?” His fingers flex around your neck, tilting you up until his lips brush yours, “I can be soft, I can be nice, I can be the best you’ll ever have. So don’t give me a reason to be the opposite, and we won’t have any problems, okay?”

𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: hehe here's my first rafe fic !! currently working on a bunch that you can find on my masterlist 🥰🥰 (aka camboy!rafe & drummer!rafe)

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞! me has a few thots about a part two but we'll see what happens 🌚

As always, I hope you all enjoyed this and I’d love to hear your thoughts/feedback !! <3 — ☼ 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 ☼

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