#and jj is like how can i fight anyone in a fucking dress this is bullshit

[jareauwalker]

jemily miss congeniality au where jj has to go undercover at a beauty pageant, and emily is her workplace annoyance who’s also her handler for this case

see also: pageant coach aaron hotchner, lesbian miss new york elle greenaway, three time miss california tara lewis, woman in stem miss rhode island penelope garcia, pageant director erin strauss and her weird little assistant spencer

[princessbrunette]

Rafe fucking jayj’s step sister to piss him off because he has a feeling your relationship with him goes beyond being step siblings

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rafe has been watching you. he was intrigued truly, how a sweet girl like you wound up being a pogue. he knew you couldn’t be jj’s actual sister, no— you didn’t quite look the same, and the way you and him interacted, even in public was odd. too touchy, yet cautious, overly self aware. shit, he couldn’t blame jj. if a fine piece of ass like you found your way into his family he’d probably do the exact same.

the need to get back at jj came when he went down for technically vandalising toppers boat. technically, it was pope. but pope didn’t have anything that rafe wanted… jj however…

you were stood so shyly at the entrance to the cameron residence, having received a message from ‘ward’ (actually rafe) that he was interested in hiring you, some kind of personal assistant job. but ward was out of town, and rafe was welcoming you inside.

“y’know i—i don’t know what he was thinking inviting you round right now, he’s out of town.” he scratches his temple, squinting apologetically.

“oh…” you fiddle with your fingers, glancing around at the inside of pristine tannyhill.

“yeah… yeah, i’m sorry about that. you want somethin’ to drink? whilst you know, whilst you’re here?” he extends his arm, backing up towards the kitchen.

“oh i couldn’t possibly—”

“please, anything you want.” rafe waves you off as you follow him through to the next room.

“well, if you insist. just a water please, i’m a little parched from riding my bike over here.” he tries not to snicker, thinking about that little pogue-mobile of yours. it was so you, rickety little thing with a pink basket on top. cute, rafe thought.

even the look of a brita water filter seems to slightly excite you and he smiles, filling up a glass and handing it to you. as you drink, he speaks— seemingly making conversation.

“so you’re uh… maybanks sister, right?” he leans on the counter. he sees you stiffen slightly, knowing the two of them have had their quarrels, but jj never really letting you in on the ins and outs. “s’okay, i can separate the two of you. we’re all adults here, right?” he reassures.

you put the glass down on the counter, wiping your wet hand on your dress. “well, he’s my step-brother.” you clarify.

“ah, yeah… yeah i thought so. no one acts like that with their step sibling.” his gaze doesn’t leave yours even when yours flickers away, guilty. right then, that moment there — rafe knew his suspicions were true. he steps back, nodding for you to follow him. “lets go sit down, yeah?”

you feel you have no choice but to follow him, sitting on the large couch now beside him with your hands on your lap. he leans his elbow on his knee, watching you.

“i—i wanna be straight up with you, that okay?” he drawls after the small talk time is up, eyes boring into yours.

“…yeah.”

“i know it’s not my business but i… i feel like your step-brother is doin’ things to you that he shouldn’t be doin’. and… it just wouldn’t be right for me to sit here n’not intervene i mean i’m older than you, right? and — and it’s my duty to watch out n’protect girls like you. i’m… right aren’t I? he’s touching on you?”

“rafe… no.” you shake your head, looking away shyly, clearly scandalised.

“you know it’s not very polite to come to someone’s house n’ lie to them, sweetheart.” he squints one eye, the idea of upsetting him making you nervous.

“no i’m sorry it’s just… it’s not like that, okay? he teaches me stuff. that’s all. i… dont have a lot of experience so he’s helping me. that’s it, i swear.” you break easily, and rafes fighting everything in him not to smirk.

“your brother?” he almost sounds mocking, like he wants to laugh and your brows furrow.

“step brother.”

“yeah i…i dunno, kid. you know you could have anyone on this island. m’serious, with a — a pretty face like that? shit.” he leans back, shaking his head. “even i’d help you out.”

and that’s how he gets you, right there on that couch — because fifteen minutes later he’s got you on his knees, sucking on his tip as you look up for guidance.

“yeah, yeah like that. go ahead n’start twisting your hand for me. that’s right… see, kid? don’t need your brother. you got me now.”

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[blueicequeen19]

Charter ch. 3

Warnings: banter, toxicity, oral, protected sex, dirty talk, age gap, talk of drug use & addiction

Why did I always fucking do this? Why did I always get involved with the girls with the big fucking mouths? Sure she had a heart of gold and a laugh that had me dying to hear it at any moment and her body.. fuck. Plus she’s my employee and five years fucking younger than me.

I remember how stupid I was at her age. How I got someone pregnant from a one night stand. How she led me to believe it wasn’t mine even after the baby came out looking just fucking like me.

My gut churned at the thought of the worst nine months of my life. The not knowing. How I let her mother use me for money over and over again only to find out that she was doing drugs. It took months in the NICU on the mainland before Summer got to come home and another year to prove that her mother was unfit. Court systems tend to do everything they can to keep children with their mothers even with plenty of evidence against them.

How was I supposed to let someone else into Summer’s life when her own mother failed her? I refused to let it happen again. That’s why I didn’t date. That’s why my father didn’t know her. I knew a thing or two about absent parents and I wasn’t about to let it hurt my daughter the way it had me. She deserved happiness and that was all I was going to give her.

The Charter is closed on Sundays and Mondays so that gave me two full days with my girl. Those are always my favorite days. We spend it at the beach, at the Chateau, at the Wreck, and wherever else we can get into. All while singing every Disney song she’s ever heard.

When Tuesday rolled around, I was anxious. I wanted to see Y/N again but I couldn’t let it be known that there was anything between us to anyone else. People will take anything and run with it and I didn’t need Summer’s mother finding any ammunition against me. But seeing Y/N bent over at the counter, flipping through our supply magazine had me stiffening in my shorts. I wanted to take her right then and there.

Her eyes darted up at the sound of the bell from the door being opened but she quickly glanced away when she realized it was just me. I did a quick scan of the shelves to make sure no one else was in the store before stopping in front of her. She didn’t look up as she flipped the page.

“Do I pay you to read on the clock?”

“Yep. And you fuck me on it too.”

She didn’t look up at me and I was glad because I had to wipe the stupid grin off my face. I hated how hot she was when she was mad.

“Would you rather me make you clock out?”

“For thirty seconds? It wouldn’t be worth it.” She didn’t miss a fucking beat and I didn’t bother to stifle my laughter.

“It’s at least forty-five seconds.”

Silence.

Fine.

“Truck came today.” I change the subject to work and she nods.

“Yep and I put 90% of it away already. The rest is too heavy for me to put on the racks.” Which was fine. I did that part anyway.

“Have we been busy?”

“Check the register.”

“Y/N.”

“JJ.”

I sighed, pulling out my phone and going to my pictures. I turned my phone to face her, letting her see the picture I’d taken of Summer and I yesterday. Her blonde curls hung around her face in a happy smile, looking every bit my twin. She was in her pink princess dress and I was in my pink shirt. Her favorite shirt that I had to wear so we matched. Y/N’s eyes darted to my phone and she couldn’t fight off her beaming smile. Seconds passed before she straightened and took my phone. I let her flip through the pictures, mostly all Summer and me.

“She looks just like you.” Y/N cooed, pinching her fingers as she zoomed in. I wasn’t sure how far back she’d gotten in the albums but I could probably guess when her face fell.

“She was so tiny.” She whispered, no doubt looking at the picture of Summer in the NICU hooked up to wires and machines.

“She was nine weeks early.” I swallowed the lump in my throat, holding out my hand for my phone back. Her glassy eyes met mine and I knew she was fighting back tears as she handed me my phone back.

“What’s her name?”

“Summer Rain Maybank.”

The shop bell went off and the conversation ended. Back to work we went.

I couldn’t tear my eyes off her tonight. Usually she was the one always watching me. My blood always ran hotter knowing she couldn’t take her eyes off me. Why did she think I wore these cutoffs everyday? I liked that she was constantly checking out my body and I wanted her to. Now she could hardly stand to glance in my direction. If this was a game of hard to get, she was fucking winning.

“I brought extra shrimp and grits if you want some.” I called around break time and she just waved me off.

“You can go ahead and head out if you want. I can close up.” I offered, thinking maybe she’d want to get home an hour or two earlier but she just shrugged and continued stocking shelves.

“How’s your dog?” I asked at one point and she grumbled a “fine” in response. I’d just about fucking had it when the sun was setting and we were going through our closing routine. I not so gently put the cash drawer down and stalked towards her as she made her way to the work bench. She didn’t see me coming, wasn’t even paying attention, until I fisted her shirt and yanked her against me. Her eyes widen in surprise for a moment before they narrowed to a glare.

“Out with it. You want me to apologize? Fine. I’m sorry. You want me to fuck you until you can’t walk to show you how sorry I am? Fine. But you will acknowledge me. You will look at me. You will say more than two words to me.” I bit out, my body shaking with something I didn’t quite recognize. My cock was so hard I could hardly breathe as those defiant eyes stared back up at me. She pressed her tits against my chest, her fingers hooking in my belt loops as she leaned in, her breath hitting my mouth.

“Or. What.”

I tore her shirt down the middle making her gasp in surprise before shoving her back against the work bench and ducking my head to suck her pierced nipple in my mouth.

“Oh god.” She moaned, yanking on my hair as she bowed over the work bench. I grabbed her ass with both hands after ripping her bra off next and throwing it behind me, her nipples at my mercy. When she was trembling and crying out, I pulled away and flipped her so she was face down on the work bench. I slapped her ass hard before yanking her shorts and panties down.

“You fucking caveman.” She bit out, arching her ass out for me anyway as I kneeled behind her.

“It’s your fault.” I snapped before burying my face in her dripping pussy. She cried out, lifting one leg up onto the work bench to give me better access. I licked and sucked like my life depended on it. She was moaning like crazy and trembling, her hand reached back to fist my hair. When I plunged my tongue deep inside her she all but screamed as she came on my tongue. I didn’t stop until she was whimpering and as I rose to my feet, she spun around and pushed me to sit at the desk chair.

I nearly came right there just from the pure hunger in her eyes as she tore open my shorts and freed my cock. I dug a condom from my pocket and she ripped it open with her teeth before rolling it on.

“I’m still mad at you.” She bit out, straddling my waist and positioning me at her entrance.

“That doesn’t go away.” I start to smirk but she sinks down on my cock and I throw my head back with a groan, her hands fisting my shirt as she starts to ride me.

My hands find her hips as I thrust up into her, hitting so deep our eyes nearly cross.

“God, it’s too deep.” She whines breathlessly, her lashes fluttering with every bounce of her hips.

“I can get deeper.” I taunt, lifting her in my arms and putting her back on the desk. Her legs find my shoulders then I’m fucking her like my life depends on it. My hips keep hitting the desk but I’m too fucking close to care. Her cries pierce my ears as she grips her own tits, pinching the piercing nipples as I tighten my grip on her waist. I move one hand to her stomach and push down, her entire body tightening as she bows off the desk with a choked scream.

I came right along with her, filling up the condom until I’m wrung dry and panting. I have to carefully pull out so she doesn’t rip the condom off inside her with the way she’s still clamped down. I can’t take my eyes off the way her body is shuddering as she comes down. Her flushed body and her raspy breathing. Her hard nipples begging for my mouth again. This girl was going to get me in trouble.

“I need more.” She whispers, finally opening her eyes to look at me. I smirk after throwing away the condom and fixing my shorts. I run my hands up her thighs and she shakes harder, her eyes pleading.

“Greedy.” My fingers glide over her glistening swollen clit making her jerk and whimper with need.

“That’s what happens when you piss me off. I need a way to release that pent up aggression.” She breathes, her hips bucking with every feather like touch to her clit.

“So I take it you don’t want me to be gentle when I finger fuck you?” My voice is lower and hungry as I tease her entrance with my finger. She growls in warning.

“No. Never.” She breathes, palming her gorgeous tits again.

“You don’t want me to ease in slowly as I fill you?” I murmur as I do just that, sliding two fingers inside her desperate cunt and she moans low and long.

“No.” She pants. I smirk as I start to pump my fingers slowly, too slowly for my own liking. I curl my fingers to find her G-spot and her eyes pop open, her hand reaching for me.

“Oh god.”

“You don’t like when I do that?” She only whimpers. I chuckle darkly as I give her what she wants. We don’t leave until she’s dripping on the floor and I’ve fucked her again.

We walk out together as usual, only she’s wearing a shirt from the shop instead of her own, a small smile on her face as she twirls her keys around her fingers. It’s not until we’re half way across the street that I stop dead in my tracks as I take in who’s leaning against my truck.

“How’s my daughter, JJ?” She calls, my good mood instantly fucking gone.

[morganwrites12672]

rafe cameron x maybank!reader where r has to choose either her brother or her boyfriend at midsummers (s1)... and jj won't be happy either way.

Rafe Cameron x Maybank!Reader

A/N: Thank you so much for the request!!!

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Everything went to shit after the sun set.

Rafe had asked you to go to midsummers with him. You had said yes. Everything leading up to this moment had been perfect. Sarah had let you borrow a dress to wear and you two had helped the other getting ready. Everything was going to be perfect.

That is until JJ showed up. There was no denying his accusations of you two dating. JJ had very clearly seen you and Rafe sneak off together.

"Me or him," your brother yells. How the fuck where you supposed to choose? Your brother or the love of your life?

"You need to calm-," Rafes words are cut off by your irrational brother.

"Did it sound like I was talking to you?" JJ asked. You put an arm on Rafe's bicep as he steps forward. You weren't going to let them fight.

"JJ, I," you looked at him. He practically had steam coming out of his ears, "This is so fucking stupid," you laughed. How could he expect you to choose.

"Yn, you knew you would have to choose eventually." Rafe said and he looked serious.

"Me or him," JJ said again.

"No, this is so fucking stupid I'm not going to choose. You two can get over yourselves and get along for me, of you can both lose me," you say before storming off with tears in your eyes.

You didn't know where to go or what to do. You couldn't go home. You couldn't go to Rafe. And you already knew they would look for you at the chateau.

You hide in the gazebo. Not your best moment. Crying in a gazebo on what was supposed to of been an amazing night.

"Babe?" You heard a voice call. Fuck. Rafe had found you. You didn't want to see him right now. You didn't want to see anyone.

"Fuck off," you said. Your voice cracked on the last syllable.

"I'm sorry, what happened was ridiculous. I shouldn't of acted like that," Rafe said. He sat down next to you.

"Do you know where JJ is?" You asked as Rafe pulled you into a hug. At least one of them had come to their senses.

"I looked for him but he left right after the fight," Rafe said.

"I didn't leave I just didn't want to deal with y'all's shit," JJ said as he walked into the gazebo. "I can't believe I'm going to say this," he mutters, "I will tolerate him because he makes you happy. But i still hate him," JJ says.

"Thank you," you say and stand up to hug him. You feel one of JJ's arms leave your back. "are you flipping Rafe off?" You scold pulling back.

"No," JJ says far to quickly, "I said I would tolerate him, not be his best friend."

It was a compromise.

[prettygirl-gabi]

What could go good?

Rating: Mature

Warning: oral (f reseving & giving), fingerings, unprotected sex, creampies, smutty- fluff (at the end), breeding, hair pulling, 4 some, slight name calling, i think there's more but i haveth no clue what im missing, MDNI!!!

Category:F/M/M/M

Fandom: Obx (outer banks netflix)

Relationships: Rafe x reader x jj x pope

Not proof read... ...

It had been a long day on the island, from work 2 double shifts on the cut and figure 8 but needless to say I was tired. 

Pulling up at the Chateau and ready to fight anyone who dared to ruined my plans to sleep. "Hi boys, where's kie?" The first to stop his tomfoolery was JJ, "Oh she'd handling shit at home, I think it's her mom's birthday or some shit like that." I nod as I head to John B's room to shower, only for him to run in front of me. "No entrada sweetheart. I need the hot water so I can get ready for my date with Sarah." 

"No, JB please oh pretty please I've worked for like 48 hours straight; please just let me take a shower please I need this." He sighed "I know, but if we're gonna get the gold you gotta let me be my best looking for dinner with her family tonight." I punched his arm "You asshole, J can we go to your place or is your pops home?" JJ gave me that sad smile before shaking his head telling me everything I needed to know. 

"Ohhhh sweet loving Beautiful, handsome-" I was cut off by Pope. "C'mon plus my mom hasn't seen you, and as she stated if she doesn't lay eyes on you soon she's sending out a man hunt." I squeal in happiness, "Yesss we'll be back you asshats." I quickly snatch my keys and give them to Pope.

After a well needed shower some of Momma Havyward's cooking and Pope's clean clothes we headed back to the Chateau for my well deserved sleep. "Oh pops asked me to drop some stuff off at the Cameron's." Laying in the passenger seat I just nodded my head and close my eyes. 

I had woke up to the sound ot tapping on my window. With annoyance on my face I rolled it down. "What can I do for you in this fine day Rafe?" He smirks at me "Well well well few of my friends besides Topper are throwing a party, and we'll here's a special invite for you to come." I look for a sign that he is telling a lie. "Oh Rafey you know the only way I'd come is if yhe crew can too, but that's not all you are here for is it."

 "No, no it's not Y/n, I wanna take you out a day before the party on Friday night, just one date." Smirking at him I rolled my window up, but only for him to keep tapping. "Please I'll promise to act like a good boy the whole time." He begged at me with hopefull eyes. "Fine one date Rafe, anything goes wrong I'm leaving." He rubbed my cheek "Don't worry I'll treat you like the most perfect princess ever."

Before he could try anything else, Pope came back and was ready to go. "Yo everything good here?" He asked as he got back in the car. "Yeah everything goods here we can go home." I say as I roll my window up. "Are you gonna tell me what that was because it looked like some weird shit was going down." I shook my head nothing, its fine lets go home cause I'm tired."

As the week progressed I got more and more worried about this date, but it was to late to back out. The girls were helping me get ready for this date. "I swear Y/n if he tries any thing I will kill him with my bare hands." Sarah said with a serious look on her face. "Oki I believe you." We, mainly the boys thought I should get ready at the Chateau so they can help me with my outfits. Hell JJ was on his knees begging fore me to cancel my date with Rafe, so was Pope; however tonight they are more quite then two common house rats. 

Every single dress, shirt, skirt, hell even shoes were not up to their standards. It was now an hour before and I have not one decent outfit, cause of those two. "Fuck it JJ, Pope outside now!" I stormed out with them both hot on my tail. "Y/n slow, fuck slow down." "How does she have the shortest legs out of all of us and walk so fuckin fast." Pope says as they are trying to keep up with me. "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU TWO, YOU BOTH KEEP FUCKING UP ME GETTING READY!" I yelled as I stopped and turn to them. "Its just that we don't think you should go out with him Y/n, like seriously, he's a kook and a Cameron not to mention!" JJ exclaimed while Pope was trying to catch his breath. "Oh really, so Rafe is bad news but Sarah whos also a kook and a Cameron isn't bad news for the crew. Fuck this I'm going home and getting ready there you hypocrites!" I say as I stormed off to my house and finish getting ready by myself.

Rafe came and got me at 8 sharp and treated me like the most perfect princess ever. "So, do you want dessert or do you wanna go to part two of your date?" He asked as I finished my second glass of Stella wine. "Is it possible to get dessert to go?" I ask with a soft smile on my face. "Sure thing pretty girl. Get whatever your little heart wants.

Once we got to the open field with a cute almost drive in movie set up. "I, how did you know." He got out and opened the door for me. "I may or may not have asked Sarah for help." I reached on my tippie toes and kissed his cheek thanks for this really.

Rafe pulled my body close to his and kissed me deeply before making his way to my lower neck. I moan lightly and manage to get out "Rafe I." He rubs his thumbs over my hip bones. "Is that...this something that you want, we don't have to do anything but watch the movie I promised to be a good boy and treat you like the most perfect princess." I rest my head on his chest pondering in thought. "Rafe I've never had sex before." I say shyly

I feel his hands slide up and down my arms "I can change that if you let me." I look at him with gentle eyes and nod my head. "To be fair I didn't plan for us to have any sexual activities so I'm just gonna treat you and worry about me another time." He says as he leads me to the cute tent he had setup for us to watch the movie in. He begins to leave love bites on my neck "your mine for tonight" I whimper,as he lays me bll down and unzips my skirt. "I've been wanting a taste of you ever since you walked out your front door" Rafe slides the skirt down along with my underwear. I jumped slightly at the cold air hitting my freshly shaved, now wet and needy pussy. He pushes a finger inside and I moan "Can I add another one?" He asked with pleading eyes I nod my head "Y-y-yes give me more." Rafe hoverd over me but looks down as he pushes another one inside. Once he had set a good steady pace I moan out and squealed as the pleasure was buliding up "fuck don't stop, harder please Rafey" he removes his fingers, licking them clean and I whimper at the loss of contact.

I was about to protest but he connects his mouth with my pussy "fuck" he giggles and it sends vibrations through my entire body."You like that baby?" I nod my head and push his head down further "uhhhh I'm almost there, oh Rafey." My legs begin to shake and I cry out but he continues, letting me ride out my orgasm. 

Once I come down from my high he starts the princess and the frog while tending to my needs. "I hope that was everything you wanted." He says before laying next to me til we both fell asleep. The next morning he took to my house to get ready for work and waited on me as well.

"So how was your date?" Kie asked as we bussted tables til the boys came in. "It was like so perfect, Kie." JJ grabbed a fry from my plate and aimed for it to go in my shirt "So future kook princess are you going to the party?" "Yes, JJ I am and so is everyone else." I say as squirt ketchup om his nose. "And never call me that again." He wiped his nose on my cheek. "Sure thing lil lady." 

We burst out laughing before I gave him the rest of my food. "Soooo Y/n looks like we'll be in-laws." John B steals a fry off the plate I once had. "We've not discussed if we were officially official yet." "Yeah, probably in a new girl already." Pope says out of poket "Whoah bro what the actual fuck" Jj and Kie smack him at the same time. "I'm sorry but he's a kook and I stand on and behind not liking him."

Over the next few months Rafe would come hang out with the pouges and I at the beach and even a few parties at the Chateau. Just like tonight there was a party at the Chateau it had been like maybe 2 hours into the party when some grabbed me by my waist and pulled me into a deep kiss. I turn around to see who it is but they kiss me before I can say anything else. I moan into the kiss only to be yanked into the familiar arms of my boyfriend Rafe. "Bro what the hell, dude shes with me!" Rafe yelled at the person who kissed me. "Well obviously she liked it." I gasp once I heard those words come out of Pope's mouth. Pulling myself from Rafe's arm leaving to gind JJ and everyone else just incase a fight broke out between Rafe and Pope. 

I found JJ first "J, we hey J I need to to help-" before I could say me we could hear people yelling about a fight. JJ and I took off to see Kie, Topper and a random trying to break them apart. "She's mine you pouge get that through your head!" Rafe yelled throwing a punch to Pope's nose. I pushed my way through the crowd with JJ's tight in mine. "Guys plese stop this" I begged and pleaded as i went to break them up only to get hit on the cheek by Rafes elbows. 

"Alright party's over everyone out right now!" JJ yelled coice laced with venom. Within 10 mins everyone was cleared out. Kie went to find JB and Sarah, leaving me with JJ, powp and Rafe. "Alright wanna tell me what the fuck was that Pope." Jj asked getting me some fozen peas fir ny face. "You idiots could have seriously gitten hurt and if im the one tmdoing the parenti g we've hut rock bottom. "Look j, pope kiss Y/n, my girl I felt that evey lick he got from me was well deserved." Rafe sighed before holding his head down. "Look I'm- I'm so sorry, I couldn't help it. I'm sorry." Pope said before storming out.

Well that was weeks ago I've done my best to avoid everyone including Rafe. "Aye, Y/n we gotta talk." Kie says as she pulls me in The Wreck right before my shift stared. "What Kie, I just wanna do my shift and go home." Ju

"Just, just listen to me. We miss you jj and JB have been giving Pope hell, please just comeback." She begged. "Kie things are weird its nit like how when jb kissed you." I say as I start start working my shift.  

"Table for 3 please." I hear out of Pope's mouth to see JJ and Rafe right behind him. "Get Kie to set you 3." "Yo Kie Y/n is ending her shift lil early and I'll you 500 on the spot." Rafe stated handing her 500 dollars on table and lead me his range rover with the other 2 following close behind. "What, whats happening?" I stop and turn to the three boys staring me down. "We are gonna talk and discuss some things sweetheart, that's all." JJ says in a soft tone, "Now get in princess, please." I get in the car first with the 3 boys right behind me. Rafe put his hand on my thigh. "Everything's good I promise." Rafe state as he pull into his drive way. 

"We just, God fuck ok so... all 3 of us like you in a romantic way." JJ says grabbing at his har as we sit of the front porch. "Yea and we couldn't have a conversation without you, that is until Pope here suggested we share you romantically that is." "Wait please explain." I say look between all 3 boys. "Pope sits up ready to explain. "We fuck, we love you and we put up with each other and we all love you like the beautiful queen you are." I stil there in shock. "So what, what do you think?" Rafe asked with an eager look on his face. "No, no fighting over me, we communicate and I say when things get to much for me, yea." I say nodding my head.

After our I long talk we ended up in One of the guest rooms. The one thing we cabt decided on is who gets to taste this sweet pussy of yours first." Rafe said with an evil smirk on his face. I roll my eyes "bullshit and you kno who's first." Rafe stops smirking and turns to me with his hand around my neck pullingbmy close to his face. "Eatch your mouth princess" I glare at him "I can say whatever I fucking want to say because you're not my dad soooo."

He turns to JJ "You wanna handle this?" JJ walks and stands in from onto me "That's no problem." He stalks up to me even more "Watch your mouth, lil lady. " I roll my eyes "make me!" he chuckles "I have many ways to make you but I'll say it for the last time watch your fucking mouth." I cross my arms with a smirk on my face. "And I said make me." he smirks "Oh I will don't worry." He grips my waist "I'll fuck those manners out of you if I have to" I laugh "yeah rig-" he cuts me off by kissing me intensely. 

I moan "mmm" he pushes my skirt up and connects his mouth with my thighs before he uses two of his fingers amd slowly slide them in my pussy "Oh my goddd." He chuckles and it sends vibrations to my pussy "Yesss" I push his head down and I squeal "fuck J" he smacks my thigh "Watch your mouth." He pushes his two fingers inside of me fast and I cry out "I'm gonna cum" he immediately backs away and before I can protest Pope walks up with a weird looking vibrator."This is a magic wand and it's works wonders but for you it's gonna make you cum over and over again until you can't take it anymore, until you learn your manners."

 I begin to back in to the top of the bed but I feel arms wrap around me and I see strands of blonde hair "I thought we went over the rules already, hmm?" I roll my eyes and I feel a stinging sensation on my ass "Don’t try me babygirl, I'll do way worse then that vibrator." I get lifted to end up skin tio skim with Rafe as he holds me in his lap with my legs spread wide. "Go ahead Pope, she's not going anywhere" Pope chuckles "Should I turn it all the way" JJ looks down at me "Should he put it on it's highest setting, lil lady?" I open my mouth to answer but it's replaced with a moan "holy shit" Rafe yanks on my hair "Watch that mouth of yours princess." The vibrations become more intense within every minute or so, I squeeze my eyes shut and orgasm. "You can cut it off I'll take it from here" JJ and pope leave the bed room and Rafe smiles at me "You look really beautiful princess, by the time we're done with you your gonna be a fucking mess...a moaning non speaking mess." He climbs on top of me "Are you ready for me to do this?" I nod my head "Yes Rafey" he chuckles "Okay." 

He thrusts into me leaving me no time to adjust to his size "Yess babe right there" he wraps his hand around my throat and squeezes lightly. I wrap my legs around him "Please go harder" he slows down "Bad girls don't get rewarded" I pout and he leans down to kiss me then he bites my bottom lip. pHe begins to rub my clit and the pleasure becomes intense "you gonna follow your rules princess" I nod my head "yes" he smacks my inner thigh "Yes what, princess? " I moan "yes daddy." He begins to thrust into me at speeds unknown "you gonna be my good little girl hmm?" I nod my head "Yesss yesss I promise." He moans "Fuck your so tight." I run my nails down his back leaving marks "I'm gonna" I make noises that I didn't know I could even make then I blank out.

I thought we were done until JJ and Pope came back fully naked and noticeable hard."Look at her," Pope laughed mockingly from where he was standing. "Pope I got her pussy, you take her mouth." Pope walked closer to me with my mouth wide open, thrusting his dick in and out of my mouth, both of his hands in my hair. "She loves taking our dicks so much, J. Insatiable little thing."

 I heard Rafe give a small chuckle of his own from behind me, still holding me like a rag doll. JJ thrusts his hips faster while Rafe took the vibrator and put it on my clit with the highest setting. At some point Rafe ended up being in me as well with his own cock thrust in and out of my pussy at a faster speed. Causing me to jerk forwards and gag a little on Pope's dick, making all 3 men laugh. My cheeks heated up in embarrassment, but, ultimately, I'm enjoying myself. "She's so fucking wet, boys" Rafe cooed, smoothing his fingers across my nipples, causing JJ grasping her hips to slam her harder back into him. "She's making a mess. Drenching me and the bed."

 "Stupid slut," Pope spat, taking his cock out of my mouth and running it across my swollen lips. He smacked it lightly across my faces, smearing my own spit around my delicate skin. "Gets wet over being used by her three boyfriends." "Mhm, please," I manage to mutter. 

 "What do you want, our sweet girl ?" Pope hissed as jerked himself to the way JJ and Rafe were fucking into me "Want your cock, Pope." I whimper out andfeel their non stop thrust speed up more. "Good girl, baby" Rafe murmured and squeezed your cheeks with his strong fingers so you pouted, then he dug a little deeper and caused a pain that made your mouth fall open, your tongue sticking out for him. "Take it like a good slut, Y/n."

 I accepted Pope's cock back into my mouth, loving the heavy weight of it on my tongue whilst Rafe kept rammed into me from behind. I felt JJ cave a little over me to press kisses at my neck, causing me to shiver from the chain dangling from his neck.

 Rafe took the chain in his hand lightly and pulled JJ into a kiss over my head. Some how JJ managed to slam into me harder now, the wet sounds filling the house and making me blush. Their large cocks were hitting spaces that I didn't even realise existed and I whined around Pope's dick who laughed as he had the look of amusement across his face as if he weren't being sucked off. "Pretty little slut," Rafe growled and then his fingers drifted to my clit. "You wanna cum? Gotta make us cum first, bunny." 

JJ stopped being over you, proceeding to slam mercilessly inside of me. "Look at her tits bounce," Pope mentioned, "So fucking hot." "Mm," Rafe murmured, "I have a good view of them from back here. So nice and round." "Could use her all day," JJ agreed, "These pretty little lips are amazing." 

"Once we've came, you should try her back here, she so fucking thick and so good." Rafe said, and I whimpered at the degrading comments they were sharing, as if I weren't even here. "She's practically clenching around my cock with every thrust. Greedy little cock slut, in't right baby." He slapped your thigh. 

 "Hmm, maybe I should." Pope hummed and brushed some of your hair out of your face to look down at you, your eyes meeting. "Our greedy little cock slut, Y/n." I whimper as the three of them came in my used holes. I was woren out but some how still wanted and craved for more. "Oh, baby all I have to do is just slide in, fuck so wet and tight for us." Pope say as he slowly slides his dick into my used cunt with me now on all fours.

"Mmm s'big can't take more." I whine out. "Aww c'mon baby take Pope's dick like you took mine, and Rafe's." JJ says as he gently shoves his cock in your mouth. He hears my whimper. smiles and licks his lips. “Pretty, so fucking pretty."

“So good,” Pope groaned as he continue to move in and out of my still full cunt, rolling his hips against mines and working his cock in me. “Fuck yes,” I breathed, and Pope somehow gathered my wrists in one hand, pinning them behind my back. Pope's fingers with his other tightened on my hips, and I watched J's face, contorted in pleasure, mouth open as I sucked his dick like it was my last.

“You look so good making her come,” Rafe managed to murmured, “so fucking hot,” I started feeling that familiar tightness in my cunt as I clench around Popes's dick. “I’m not going to last,” Pope choked out, Wooyoung gripping your head and taking his dick out of your mouth only to thrust it back in faster while, Rafe spoke up. “Let me help,” he reached under me to rub firm and frantic circles against my clit, causing me too arch suddenly in response, with my body trembling.

Pope clung to you, biting out a curse as he started to come, the combination of his frantic thrusts and Rafe's fingers pushing you over the edge again. With your wrists pinned and your hips held in place, I struggled against the three of them as they held me down to ride out my orgasm. Only for JJ to come all over your tits. "Are you okay baby?" I nod my head "Yes I feel fine, I'm just gonna go to the bathroom." As soon as my feet touch the ground I fall but I catch myself on the bed. I look at the three of them "your a fucking incubus or something, I can't even walk" Pope chuckles "I'll carry you." 

They all made their way into the bathroom to help me get cleaned up and taking care of my needs before theirs. "I... I really had fun boys. Thanks." I relax in the bath more, "You did wonderful lil lady, plus you're our girl we gotta make sure you're taken care of." JJ says causing Pope and Rafe to nod I'm agreement.

From that point on the 4 of us we inseparable and the whole island knew it too. No matter where I went one or all of the boys were with me when JB, Sahara or Kie couldn't be.

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Behind the scenes

Summary: You attend a photo shoot with Rudy, seeing him as JJ turns you on

Warnings: smut, oral (fem receiving), choking kink, ring kink

A/N: requested by @writingjjfics - Hope you like it!

Rudy's hardworking attitude was always such a turn on for you. He really gave his all when it came to acting. On a few occasions, you had been invited to set so you could watch him work. Seeing him play the part of JJ so well, really digging deep to portray the anger and hurt his character was experiencing tugged on your heart strings. The rest of the cast was awesome to be around, welcoming you in to the family with open arms.

One day, Rudy had a photo shoot to get some promotional material for season 3. Wanting to spend as much time with you as possible, he asked if you minded tagging along, promising to take you out to dinner afterwards. You happily obliged, honestly just glad to see him in costume as JJ again.

You arrive to the shoot location and Rudy is quickly whisked away to the dressing room. An assistant directs you to a lounge area and you wait for him to return. As you are looking at your phone you hear footsteps approaching, when you glance up your jaw drops open. Rudy is dressed as JJ, blue cutoff t-shirt and tan overalls putting his toned arms on display. Bracelets and rings adorn his hands, drawing your eyes to his long fingers. His blonde hair was perfectly messy, hanging out from under the baseball cap he was sporting. He looked like he was ready to get his hands dirty, but all you could think about was getting him naked. "Well babe, what do you think?" he spins around slowly, letting you take in the full outfit. "Honestly? You look incredible. I see why all the fans go so crazy over JJ now." You couldn't pull your eyes away from him, and of course he caught you staring, giving you your favorite sexy smirk. He knelt down in front of you, ringed fingers sliding up your bare thigh while his other hand grabbed your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes. "Maybe they'll let me borrow this for a bit. Sound good?" his finger trailed over your lips, waiting for your response. You had to fight the urge to suck it into your mouth, slowly nodding your head.

Watching him pose for picture after picture was torture. They had him pretending to work on an engine first, muscles flexing as he held tools in place. Next they had him bent down into the engine bay of a truck, giving you the perfect view of his chiseled back and rounded ass. You had to clench your thighs together to help relieve the ache, fighting the urge to let out a moan when he looked over at you with a sizzling gaze. The next part of the shoot involved him being shirtless, overalls hanging low around his hips. How anyone could focus on their jobs while looking at his body blew your mind. He took the photographer's direction so well, flexing his abs as he reached up to turn his hat backwards in signature JJ fashion, even biting his lip before cracking a smile. By the time he was finished you had soaked through your panties, no way were you making it to dinner without some relief first.

He walked over to you, grabbing your hand and leading you to his dressing room. He immediately shut the door and locked out, shoving you up against it causing you to let out a moan. He leaned in, breath tickling your ear as whispered. "I saw the way you were looking at me all day, like you would've let me fuck you right there on set. Think you can stay quiet and be a good girl for me?" Grinding his hard cock into your core, you bit your lip to keep a moan in. "I asked you a question y/n," he pulled back slightly, loss of friction causing you to whine. "Yes Rudy, promise I'll be quiet."

His lips were on yours in an instant, tongue sliding into your mouth as his right hand trails down to the hem of your shorts. Not trusting you to be quiet, he grabs the bandana from the shoot out of his back pocket, tying it around your head to act as a gag. When he's satisfied you can't make too much noise, he drops to his knees, dragging your shorts and panties down in one quick motion, bringing your left foot to rest on his shoulder. He wastes no time, immediately burying his tongue in your wet folds, finding your clit and starting to trace patterns over it. Your hands tangle into his hair, fighting to keep your eyes open to watch him pleasure you. He slides up the hand with rings, burying two fingers into your heat. You moan around the gag, legs already starting to feel weak. His other hand finds your ass, holding up your weight so you don't fall. In no time you are clenching around him, thighs shaking as you cum on his tongue. "Fuck princess, you taste so good." He licks up every drop before rising back to his feet, pulling out the gag and kissing you again so you can taste yourself.

Your hands slide to the overalls, reaching underneath to take his cock into your hand. You start stroking him quickly, causing his eyes to fall shut as he tries to contain his moans. He drags you over to the couch, bending you over the edge so your ass is raised and waiting for him. Teasing you a few times by sliding through your folds, you cry out. "Please Rudy, fuck me." He slams into you in one thrust, giving you no time to adjust. Sliding the bandana back into your mouth, his hand stops to rest on your throat, tightening his grip just the right amount to have you seeing stars. The only sounds in the room were skin meeting skin and both of your heavy breathing. He reached around to rub your clit, slowing down slightly to give you deeper and harder thrusts. "Come on princess, need you to cum for me." He circled his hips, cock brushing against your g spot each time. You came with a muffled scream, arms unable to support you anymore. He came a few moments later, thrusts growing sloppy as he filled you up.

He untied the bandana, finally freeing your mouth. Turning you to face him he gave you another passionate kiss. "Fuck baby, that was amazing," you smile up at him, earning you a dazzling smile in return. "If you think that was amazing just wait until after dinner." "Are you seriously taking me to dinner with your cum leaking out of me?" you asked with a laugh, sure he wasn't serious. "How about we order take out so we can get home and start round 2 sooner?"

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 crumbled cookies ☆

jj maybank x plus!reader (fem!reader)

warnings: abuse/hitting, hate speech, fat shaming, bullying, insecurities, swearing, fighting, jj’s dad, luke (yikes!) mad jj, mention of pills. 

words: 3,365.

summary: you decide it would be a good surprise to stop by jjs house quickly to drop off some of your homemade cookies, since you believe he isn’t feeling the best. then, unexpectedly jj's dad comes home with an unwelcoming embrace, which ruins the surprise.

request? nope, but requests are open :)

a/n: i randomly thought about this, i obviously don’t believe that us plus size baddies should ever be insecure, but i thought it would be a nice little angst imagine with fluff at the end! if you could, please comment and like if you enjoyed it, thank you! after i write a few requests i will proofread my stories :)

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jj hadn’t answered any of your texts, usually this would worry you, but you understood that sometimes he just needed some space to be alone. you surprisingly were used to this because he always disappeared, and if he genuinely needed you, he knew where to find you. it also wasn’t bothering you because he had only been MIA for a few hours.

you, assuming that jj was just overwhelmed, decided to stay home and bake homemade cookies. jj always complimented your cookies, he loved taste testing them, and more importantly, he loved how you put so much effort into making them perfect, even if you were only making the cookies for him. jj wouldn’t admit it, but he definitely didn’t see you as just a friend. he didn’t know how he viewed you. he was too confused for his own good with his emotions. all he did know was that he depended on you, and that he never wanted to lose you. it would ruin him,  especially if he had done something to intentionally lose and hurt you.

you preheated the oven, excited to use a new cookie flavor for jj. you danced lightly to the music playing in the background of your kitchen, softly humming along as you gathered the dry ingredients, mixing them together. it was a fun little game you guys played, where he’d try and guess what extra ingredients you added that affected the cookie's flavor. he almost always got it wrong, but he was so cute sitting there always trying to guess it right, when he didn’t even know that much about cooking anyway.

unbeknownst to you, you were completely unaware of his feelings, despite the same feelings bubbling in your heart too. jj was your best buddy, and obviously you guys had flirtatious banter but it was nothing too serious. it didn’t help that every girl jj had a one night stand with, was the complete opposite of you. how could he like you, when every girl he fucks was not only skinny, but also rich, and mysterious?

pope wasn’t on your side either. he would always express how nauseated he felt when jj would jokingly flirt with you, and openly play with your feelings. he was quite vocal in scolding you when you would tell him that jj blew you off, or jj had pissed you off. deep down you did agree with pope, he wasn’t wrong.

a beep was heard from the oven as it was fully preheated. you had fully completed the cookie dough, now adding the most important ingredients. you decided to be nicer, and chose an easier flavor for jj to guess. you did this just in case something was seriously wrong he could at least be lifted up for guessing it right. m&ms and hershey’s kisses would be mixed together, creating a chocolate m&m hershey cookie, with added caramel on top. you quickly evenly separate the dough, before placing it in the oven waiting for it to rise.

the timer in the kitchen went off as you pulled the cookies out of the oven, careful to not burn yourself. you stick a knife into the cookie to ensure it was fully cooked before smiling contently to yourself. you let them cool off as you got dressed and prepared to go to jjs house.

you added caramel before sliding four cookies into a ziplock baggie. the cute baggy had a drawn on heart and a nice message for him. you didn’t expect to stay long, and you honestly didn’t even know if he would be home.

when you arrived to jjs house it looked vacant and abandoned. the nerves finally catching up to you as you realize he hasn’t talked to you all day. you knock on the front door, waiting for a response but you are left standing there waiting. you frown before hesitatingly walking down the steps. you look up when you hear a car approach, and a glimmer of hope flashes your mind as you thought it was jj, but instead it was his dad.

your heart was beating fast, and you didn’t know what to do. you waited to see if luke would talk but he just looked at you confused, and obviously annoyed. you shook your head quickly, “i’m so sorry, i was just going to drop these off for jj, but he’s not here so i’ll be on my way.” you smile softly, and start to walk away but his strong arms grab yours. you’re startled since his reaching for your elbow was quite unexpected.

“well you are already here. might as well get it over with.” his voice was unrecognizable as his emotions weren’t clear. you nod shyly. “no really i don’t want to inconvenience you, i can come at another time.” he shakes his head before walking to his door, opening it as the door loosely opens entirely, hitting against the wall to its side. you walk behind him being extra cautious in case he tries to grab you again.

you walk straight to the kitchen to set the bag of cookies on the counter, which was no use since right when you placed the bag, luke had scooped it into his hand reading the note. “oh, so you are the one dating my son?” your face twists in confusion. “no, no. jj and i are just friends.” you laugh awkwardly, swaying from feet to feet. the floors creak beneath you causing you to stop shaking back and forth. “okay good.” his eyes look up and down your figure as his mouth forms into a line. “i wouldn’t want him dating someone like… you.” his words hurt, but you didn’t want to break down in front of him.

you feel uncomfortable under his intense stare so you hurried to put an end to the conversation. “uhm. okay, welll thank you for letting me drop them off, i appreciate it mr. maybank.” you nod softly before he states, “no.” you turn over to him, “no?” you repeat as more of a question. your patience wears thin as you notice the cookies are still in his hand, and he is carefully undoing the ziplock that concealed the cookies.

he pulled a cookie out, before admiring it closely. “chocolate chip m&m caramel cookie. very yummy, very good choice.” you avoid eye contact, trying to focus on anything else displayed in the room. “and it’s still warm.” he stares at you as he takes a bite of the cookie, its crumbs slowly falling from where he sunk his teeth in. “it’s quite good.” you smile softly, “thank you… but-.” he cuts you off completely. “of course you, of all people, would be bringing him cookies. i’m not surprised, i can see you are trying to fatten my son.” his words stung you because this wasn’t what you were expecting. his father seemed intoxicated, and before you could leave it seemed like he still had stuff to say to you.

“yes the cookies are good, but they don’t excuse you for lying to my face. you are just like my ex wife… lying, scheming, going behind my back, but still creating delicious snacks.” you stumble back a little, as shock sets over you. “how did i lie?” you ask, quite confused as you hadn’t even talked to him that much. “i know you’re dating jj! i see his hickies i see that when he leaves this house it’s always to meet with your fat ass.” his words hold no meaning, he was just a lousy drunk taking his anger out on the closest thing to him. you stayed silent, when he suddenly shook his head before grabbing the rest of the cookies and throwing them on the floor, jumping on the bag, completely squishing them.

the once yummy cookies, now downgraded into a small pitiful pile that was brutally smeared against the kitchen's tile. your heart speeds up as his eyes are focused on yours, as if trying to read your emotions. “i’m sorry, but i’m not sure what i did to deserve you ruining my cookies?” your tone comes out sassier than intended which definitely didn’t help your case.

“pick it up.” he threw paper towels towards you, as he waited patiently for you to clean up his mess. you silently obeyed scooping your mutated bakery treat up. you got most of it cleaned, but you ran out of napkins. you bite your lip trying to think of a quick solution to finish picking it up so you could possibly leave, but it’s too late because he’s already grabbing your arm forcing you up. tears stream down your face, while you contemplate your choices.

before you could even register what had just happened, his hand had collided with your cheek, as he screams hurtful comments. “you are good for nothing. i honestly hope that jj didn’t choose you, because if he did, that would make him an embarrassment to this family.” he pushes you to the floor, and you quickly try to stand up so you can leave. you hurry to the door, but he catches you before you could get in your car and drive away. 

“you can't tell anyone about this. i swear if you tell anyone...” his tone is laced with venom and your face scrunches up in confusion. “dont act stupid! god this is why people treat you the way they do.” you look at him one last time before he sends a fast fist to your face, that hits the side of your nose, and your eye. your face begins to pulse as the blood rushes to the quick forming bruise. you couldn't think straight as everything had happened so fast. all you wanted to do was drop off cookies, but somehow you were now being punished just because you resembled this man's wife. your breath is shaky as your tears are starting to slow down, but they are still evident on your cheeks. 

jj’s dad stumbled backwards as if he had finally realized what he had done, before he eventually collapsed on the couch and fell asleep. as he landed on the couch, multiple loose pills fell from his pockets ensuring you that he wasn't mentally in the right place, and he was very obviously intoxicated.

you avoided jj at all costs, which was actually easy since he hadn't even contacted you. you were dreading his routine appearance that was bound to happen soon. you knew it was inevitable, he hasn't missed a nightly check in once, and you had been doing it for months. when you first met the pogues you were slightly scared since you were new in town and you didn't have any friends. so, jj took you under his wing. he quickly became protective over you, which is why he created this elaborate plan to sneak into your bedroom before bed every night. whether it was to just chat, talk about your day, or even just cuddle. you could always expect him at your window at around the same time every night.

usually you would confide in jj, ask for his advice. granted his advice isn't the greatest but it does help that he listens to your problems. not tonight. that wasn't the case. if anything, you wholeheartedly hoped that he would forget, or he would be too busy. he hadn't seen you since before your whole encounter with his father. you wondered if his father had told jj about what he did, and if he did, how did jj react?

you glance at the clock noticing that in the next ten minutes jj would be climbing his way into your window. your body was shaking with nerves as you glanced in the mirror. your black eye was a dead give away that something had happened. could you even tell him the truth? what if you lied, and then he called you out on it saying he already knew about it because his father told him. you contemplated every outcome of the future event that you weren't even ready when he slightly tapped your window. you quickly pulled on sunglasses that easily blocked your eye.

you smile widely, sliding your window up as he gracefully lands on your floor without making a noise, a talent he had perfected. “hey princess!” he has a huge grin on his face, his goofy smile is reason enough as to why you can't break the news to him about what his father did. “hi!” jj pulls you into a hug and you gladly take it. you wrap your arms tightly around his abdomen, as his arms are rubbing your hips. the hug ends and he slowly pulls away, his hands lingering on your hips before he grabs your hand to move to the bed. “do you want to be the big spoon or the little spoon?” jj asked. you waited, contemplating your choices. “either way is fine, you can choose.” you smile as he immediately gets into the little spoon position.

“hey i forgot to ask you why you are wearing those stupid glasses inside.” he laughs lightly as he reaches for them and you completely jump off the bed, scared he actually grabbed them in time. luckily, you were fast enough and the glasses were still settled on your face. “i have a horrible headache, that's all.” you nodded as his face slowly fell, he stood up, moving to sit on the edge of your bed. he glanced up at you. “we can turn the lights off so it isn't as bright in your room.” you shook your head at his compromise. “princess, i need to see your pretty face before i can declare that you are okay.” you hesitated, trying to piece together a quick story that you could tell him to explain how you wounded up with a gruesome bruise. he wasn't going to leave unless he knew you were okay.

he watched you intently, trying to see what you were hiding. “before i show you please promise me you won't freak out.” you reach for his hands and he grabs them in return, slowly nodding. “no, that's not going to count. please tell me that you won't be angry at me.” his heart swiveled up inside his chest as he heard that you thought he would be mad at you. “i promise that whatever you are about to tell me won't make me upset, and that i could never stay mad at you.” you nodded to his words. “okay so you know what you just said?” he tilted his head confused, “yeah?” you breathe in, trying to calm your nerves. “remember that.”

you hesitantly reach your arm up to expose your once hidden eyes. at first it doesn't register so he stares at you blankly. but the moment he saw it, he was already standing up, and freaking out. “hey you said you wouldn't be mad!” he ran fingers through his blonde hair, his eyes wide. “what the fuck…? i said i wouldn't be mad if YOU did something, i never said anything about not getting mad when it involves someone else!” he looks back at you and immediately investigates your eye. his jaw clenched as he looked above you, his hand gripping your chin. “who the fuck did this to you?” you stayed quiet, until he looked down at you waiting for an answer. 

silence fills the room leaving it eerily silent. “i can't tell you jj,” he laughs, shaking his head, “that's a funny joke, now tell me what happened and who the fuck hit you?” you looked away. “jj there's nothing you can do.” he followed along with your shenanigans. “and why is that?” you couldn't look at him so you looked at the floor. your silence was only making him more worried. “who was it actually? who are you protecting!?” he was getting frustrated. “fine. i'll tell you, only because i know you'll find out sooner or later.” he pulled you onto his lap, one hand holding your thigh, while the other grabbed your curvy hip. you took a deep breath before continuing. “okay. earlier today i baked you cookies and i stopped by your house so i could drop them off. but your dad was there, and i was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. it was my fault. okay?” 

he shook his head, his grip on your thigh tightening. “you're telling me that my father gave you a black eye?” his tone was shockingly low as he absorbed every word you said. “yes. and he stomped on the cookies i made you.” his chest started heaving. “i fucking hate him! everything in my life he has to ruin. you, you mean so fucking much to me, and he’s over here throwing punches at you!” you stayed quiet. “jj?” he looked down at you, trying not to get too worked up because the last thing he wanted to do was scare you, “yes princess?” you hesitated with what you were going to say. you leaned your head to rest onto his shoulder.

“i- okay, i really appreciate you, but i can't have you getting hurt because of me. you're not my boyfriend, and you don't have to protect me anymore. i know you feel obligated with that pact we made when i first moved here, but you don't have to inconvenience yourself by coming over here every night, or by fighting people who harass me, or anything. jj, i feel so bad that you are roped into this position because i never intended for this to happen.” he stays silent, “no way am i leaving you. princess, please throw that thought away right now. i’m here for you always. and i am going to continue to protect you because even if i'm not your boyfriend, that doesn't mean i don't want you safe.”

you are so stunned by his response that your breath gets caught in your throat. “what do you mean?” he smiles looking down, his hands finding themselves comfortable around your hips. “what i'm saying is, that i do want to be your boyfriend. i want people to know how much you mean to me, and i want the whole world to be jealous that i have you, and they can't have you. i want to be the one who protects you. so, if you'd want me too, i'd love to be your boyfriend, if not that is completely okay.” you stared at him, “jj, you'll never know how long i've wanted to do this.” he looks at you confused before your lips connect to his. you run your hand through his hair, while the other hand is sitting on his jaw. his hands hungrily grasp your hips as he pulls you closer to enhance the kiss. you both pull away, smiling.

you asked jj to spend the night with you. he agreed, which resulted in him laying on his back as your head lay still on his chest. one of his hands was always touching you, so he could ensure you weren't going to go anywhere. as you slowly fell asleep beside him, he started to think about what his father had done. with anger clouding his better judgement, he stealthily slipped out your grasp, and climbed out your window, set to fulfil the goal in his head.

eek i hope this was good <333. perhaps a part two...???

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The Princess and The Pogue (pt. 6)

Pairing: JJ x Female!Reader  / Topper x Female!Reader  

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: Swearing, mild smut, fluff, angst, mentions of abuse (wow a lot) 

Part Summary: The aftermath of the bonfire is pushing you to your limit. Meanwhile, JJ is slowly losing himself in his grief. 

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You and Topper meet your friends at the Ocean Club for lunch as arranged over text after the chaos at the Boneyard. You, Rafe, Rhett, Kelce, and Topper are all gathered around the table on the patio of the club. Despite looking put-together, you're all discombobulated in the head. All of your Kook friends are startled, to say the least by the events. More than half of them have never been close to a gun and all of them share a hatred of Pogues. 

Your brother Rhett invited his "friend" Crystal.  She's been fawning after him since their freshman year. They hooked up one time and she was practically picking out an engagement ring. She hangs around Rhett, Rafe, and all of their friends, hoping one of them would show a slight bit of interest. Her bottle black hair and bottle tan scream more New Jersey than OBX, but she throws on a Lily Politzer dress calls herself a Kook. She's always been low-key intimidated by you and envious even. She wants your title of the Princess of the OBX, but she struggles to get past being an associate. In summary, Crystal thinks acting like a stuck-up brat is how to be a Kook. She's delusional.

"Last night was unreal,” Kelce exhales deeply as he leans back in his chair. 

“You know how Pogues can be,” Topper remarks bitterly, placing his arm across your shoulders. 

"Where were you last night?" Rafe questions your brother from down the table. 

"My dad had me in Charleston on business," Rhett explains with a roll of his eyes. 

Crystal places her hand on Rhett's arm, giving it a supportive squeeze. The sight nearly makes you gag. Never in a million years will you call her your sister-in-law. 

"Lucky you," Kelce chuckles. 

"Yeah you really dodged a bullet," Rafe makes a pun. 

"Nice Rafe," Topper nods his head slowly, giving his friend a disapproving look. 

You toss around bits of lettuce around your salad, not exactly hungry. You wouldn't be here right now if Topper didn't already say you two were coming. It's not that you dislike your friends. You just don't feel like a review of last night and a Pogue roast session. Topper notices your lack of voice and interest in the group. He rubs his thumb over your shoulder, gaining your attention. You offer him a weak smile, your mind elsewhere. 

“At least Maybank has what’s coming to him. Apparently, the police are looking for him," Crystal announces to the table. 

Your fork slips from your hand accidentally, causing everyone to stare at you. “Wait, what?!" You glance between the girl and Topper to see if it's true. Topper doesn't react despite seeing your worried expression. Did Topper already know this? Did he not tell you? 

Rafe frowns at your reaction and his flicker to Topper before he answers. “Yeah, people told their parents what happened and the parents reported the incident to the police," he explains hesitantly. 

"As they should!” Crystal adds with a scoff of disgust, wearing a smug expression. “Who knows what that good-for-nothing white trash would’ve done to us if given the chance!" She justifies from across the table. 

“Oh my God, shut the fuck up, Crystal!” You snap. 

Everyone's jaws drop, astounded that such a vile sentence could come from your lips. 

“Ugh! Excuse me?!” Crystal gasps. 

You lean forward in your chair, turning your body to face the entitled girl. 

“What? Are you deaf all of a sudden?" You wear a mocking grin. "Wouldn’t be surprised with your big loud fucking mouth going constantly!” 

“What’s up your ass Whitfield?!” She fires back, drawing the attention of some other patrons. 

“Your piece of shit attitude!” You bark. 

"Ohh," Kelce drags out. 

"Wow," Rafe struggles to hide his amusement. 

Topper places a warning hand on your shoulder which you shake off. 

“Why are you defending him? He pulled a gun on Topper! On you!” Crystal reminds you in a shout. 

“I know that, Genius! Considering I was on the other side of said gun!” You hiss between your teeth. 

“Then what possible justification is there for what he did?" She huffs. "JJ Maybank is insane! A trash Pogue!” 

You slap your palms against the table, making everything raddle. “No, he’s not!” 

"Y/N!" Your brother warns. "Remember where you are!" 

You don't give a shit about where you are! If this girl continues to run her mouth, you're going to do a lot worse than yell. 

“What? What is it about him, huh?" Crystal presses with a wicked smirk. "A charity thing? Wealthy guilt? Rooting for the underdog?” 

“Crystal!” Rafe barks her name defensively. 

“What?” The girl giggles. "It's true, isn't it? She's got a thing for the bottom feeder!" 

“Back off!” Topper warns her, finally backing you up. He may agree with her, but once she starts making digs at you he doesn't hesitate to put her in her place. 

Then, a lightbulb snaps on in her head. “Oh wait... or is it that you have the hots for him? Have you officially run out of guys on this side of the island? You a Pogue whore now?” She laughs mockingly. 

Having enough of her, you impulsively pick up your full glass of white wine and toss it in her face. She gasps as the liquid covers her, her mouth in the shape of an "O." The boys' jaws hit the table as all they can do is watch you toss your drink at her white tube top. 

"Y/N!" Topper utters your name in shock. This is nothing like you. You never lose your cool. You're always the calm and put together one of your friends. 

"You bitch!" Crystal nearly cries. "This is designer!" 

You groan, tossing your head back. "Oh my God! Get over yourself!" 

“JJ Maybank should be sent to jail with his dad and if he rotted in there I doubt anyone would miss him!” Crystal remarks with a snarky smirk. 

That's it! Without a second thought, you fly up from your chair, causing it to toss backward onto the floor. You leap across the full table, reaching your arms out for the girl. Kelce and Rafe move out the way as Crystal screams. Glasses and silverware fall off the table onto the wood-paneled floor patio floor. Topper moves quickly to wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you back, but not before you get a good slap across her face. 

“Woah, Woah, Woah there!” He pants, struggling to get a good hold on you. 

“Let me go!” You scream, wiggling in his arms. 

“Nope, not letting you get arrested today,” he grunts, stepping backward away from the table. 

“You crazy whore!” Crystal yells, holding her cheek. 

 “You’re calling me a whore? That’s ironic considering your name is Crystal! You were practically named for the corner, bitch!” You fire back, tossing up your middle fingers at her while Topper drags you toward the exit. 

“Damn!” Kelce laughs, covering his mouth to hide it. 

You don't care who's watching. Crystal had this coming a long time ago and she's pushed your patience to its limit the moment she touched JJ. She'll know now to never speak of him. 

“Fuck you, Y/N!” Crystal screams one last time. 

Rhett grabs her arm, quietly begging for her to stop. He's certainly pissed at your impolite actions and will likely run to tell your parents. 

“No thanks! I’m not into insecure, loudmouth, prostitutes!” You snap out one final dig before Topper gets you out the door. 

You never noticed Pope cleaning a table just yards away, you were pretty preoccupied. He watched in awe as you quite literally flew across the table and slapped a girl because she spoke wrongly about JJ. After Pope saw you with Topper, he wasn't sure what to think. He was just as confused by your relationship as JJ. The turn of events he's just witnessed sealed the deal in his mind, you're in love with JJ, whether you know it or not. 

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After his shift at the Club, Pope immediately went to John B's, knowing that's where his friends would be waiting to go out on the HMS Pogue. 

“You guys! You’ll never believe what happened at work today!” He rushes out as he jogs down the dock. 

“All the Kooks got swallowed up by the ocean?” JJ remarks bitterly in a grumble as he lounges on the front of the boat in his swim trunks

“No!” He pants as he slows to a stop. “Y/N and Crystal got into this huge fight!” 

“What?!” John B gasps. 

“What do you mean? Is she okay?!” Kiara questions as she helps Pope onto the boat. 

“Yeah, yeah, she’s fine, but it was insane!" Pope laughs in amazement. 

“What about?” Sarah inquires, eager to learn more. 

“JJ!" Pope explains with the utmost enthusiasm. "Crystal was talking shit and the next thing I know Y/N throws her drink in her face and jumps at her. She slaps the hell out of her! Topper literally had to carry her out!” 

“Holy shit,” John B mutters, wide-eyed. 

“God I would’ve paid big bucks to see that,” Kiara chuckles. 

“I can’t even envision Y/N doing something like that,” Sarah shakes her head in disbelief. 

“I know, she’s usually so polite, calm, civilized," Kiara lists. 

“You should’ve seen her guys. It was so badass. Lesson learned, don’t piss of Y/N!" Pope settles down on the bench beside Kiara. 

“It was over me?” JJ finally voices quietly. 

Pope hums. “Crystal wouldn’t stop and Y/N told her to “shut the fuck up.” 

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard Y/N swear,” Sarah admits. 

 “That’s because she rarely does,” John B adds. 

“So she’s not pissed at me?” JJ questions, his tone steady and expressionless. 

“Based on how she was going to claw a girl’s eyes out in your defense, I vote no,” Pope determines. 

JJ stands up in a rush, moving to hop down into the boat. “Well, where did she go after that? Did Topper take her home or did she-" 

“She went looking for you,” you call out from the opposite end of the dock. 

Everyone's heads snap in your direction. All of their eyes are wide with surprise. They all smile, honestly glad to see you. JJ, however, just stares blankly with an unreadable reaction. 

“Hi JJ,” you greet timidly, doing your best to smile but you fall short. 

The boy never breaks his eye contact with you as he jumps off the boat. He marches toward you and you're not sure what to expect. You haven't spoken since last night and you wouldn't exactly call that a conversation. "What do you want? Come to gloat?" He sasses. 

“Okay, that’s our cue!” John B announces, starting up the engine. 

“Yep! We'll catch you guys later!” Pope rushes out. 

“Good to see you Y/N!” Sarah adds.

The Pogues desert JJ, leaving you two to work out your problems. JJ doesn't even turn around or react in the slightest as John B hurries the boat away. An ounce of you wonders if it's because he wants to stay, to talk to you. 

Your eyes flicker down to his chest and torso. The bruises you saw last night as a tad more healed, but still, look awful. Now that his body is more exposed, you start to notice more marks and cuts all over his arms, chest, ribcage. The sight makes your heart sink. Without thought, you place your hand on JJ's stomach. "Did Top do this?" You worry. JJ's muscles clench under your touch. The feeling of your fingertips glide across his bare torso makes him go weak in the knees. 

"No, got into a fight with a bobcat. You should see the bobcat," he smirks slightly, making light of the situation. 

Your face falls as your eyes meet his. "Don't joke-" 

"Sorry!" He steps back. "Can't take you seriously when everything you say is a lie," he scoffs. 

Your brows scrunch together in confusion. "What are you even saying right now?!" 

"It was all bullshit!" He snaps. "All of it! Everything you said! You're no different than the rest of them!" He exhales deeply, taking a moment to stare at you. He immediately regrets yelling considering how guilty he felt after what he did last night. Yet, JJ's hurt and he's pent up these emotions for days now. They're driving him nuts. "You lie, cheat, you take what you want when you want it no matter the consequences or who you hurt!" 

"I never lied to you, JJ!" You defend, equally as passionate as him. "Every fucking word was true!" JJ's brows rise slightly at your use of language. It appearing so foreign coming from your mouth. You sigh, "Jesus, JJ you can be so oblivious sometimes!" You turn on your heels, marching back down the dock toward the yard. 

"At least I'm not playing both sides of the fence! I know what I want and where I belong!" JJ fires. 

You whip your head over your shoulder and stomp back toward him. "You freaking psycho!" 

"Psycho! How am I a psycho?" JJ laughs, astonished. 

"You pulled a gun!" You remind him. 

"He was drowning me, Y/N!" JJ screams, getting in your face. You swallow hard. Despite the intensity of your arguing, you can't help but feel a rush of satisfaction having JJ so close again. JJ looks to the side, taking a moment to collect his thoughts. "I'm not gonna be your little plaything while you wait on Topper of all people to fuck you again," he shakes his head, meeting your gaze again. "I won't do it." 

Your lips part, not believing the words coming from him right now. "Fuck you, JJ," you hiss between your teeth before turning again to walk away. JJ stays where he is and watches you stomp away. A part of him wants to beg you to stay, the other tells himself that you deserve everything he's saying. 

You come to a slow stop as your mind races. You're Y/N Whitfield, you don't have to take this shit, especially from JJ Maybank of all people. You spin on your heels and JJ glances up as you do. "For someone so smart you're an idiot!" You clench your jaw. "Topper is my best friend, that's it!" You reason. "Whatever Sarah told you, that was before I met you! He could never be you!" 

JJ simply stares at you blankly. The silence kills you. One minute he won't shut up and the next he stands there like an idiot. 

"The way I feel when I'm with Topper..." you sigh, unsure how to describe it. You're not entirely what to call it. "It's comfortable, sure, but it's not anything glorious. There's no excitement there, just a sense of security from knowing each other for so long." You hesitate to continue, but since you'll probably never speak again, you might as well lay everything out on the table right? "You don't even have to touch me, your glance is enough to make me feel alive. When I went to bed, I thought of you. When I woke up, I thought of you. You're... you're it for me, JJ. I can't imagine there's anything better than when I'm with you. But... I guess we already fucked it up didn't we?" 

There's a pause between shots and you prepare to walk away from JJ forever. Then, something in him sets off and he starts rushing up to you. Startled, you begin to shuffle back. 

"What are you doing?" You question, placing a hesitant hand up. 

"Showing you how much of an idiot I really am," he replies swiftly as he brings his hands up to cup your face. 

He pauses for a second, looking at you with hooded eyes. You lose all capability of breathing, melting into his hands. You glance down at his parted lips, waiting for what's next. JJ smashing his lips to yours hungrily. Without hesitation, you reciprocate the action, combing your fingers through the hair on the back of his neck.

 You meant every word. Being with Topper can be great and there's so much history there. Yet, being with JJ is entirely different. It's new. It's organic. It's what keeps you awake at night in the best way. You imagine exploring every inch of his body and never letting go. 

JJ breaks from you, pressing his lips to your forehead as his eyes fall shut. "I'm so sorry, Baby, for everything!" He whispers against your cheek before planting a kiss there. 

"Me too," you reply. 

He pulls back, meeting your gaze. "I don't think you're a slut." 

You laugh, "I sure hope not!"  

"You're too good for me," he shakes his head as he still wonders if this is all in his imagination. 

"Quite the opposite actually," you debate. 

"No, don't say that." He shakes his head frantically, hating it when you speak badly about yourself. "You're everything to me!" 

You place your hands over his on your cheek and plant a kiss on his palm, making JJ totally simp for you. 

"Do you... would you maybe wanna have a little hot tub night?" The boy asks nervously, still kinda unsure of himself when it comes to you. 

"I'd love that," you smile, wanting to spend every moment with him from this day forever. 

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Settling in the hot tub, JJ tugs at the rim of your panties, pulling you to sit across his lap. You drape your arms on his shoulders, resting your forehead against his. 

"Are you warm enough?" He whispers, placing a gentle kiss on your cheek. 

Hum as your eyes falls shut, pondering the closeness. 

"You're so soft and warm. You're like a human Pillow Pet," he comments with a slight snicker. 

"Excuse me?" You lift your head to look at him. 

"Minus the furry part," he elaborates. 

"You're such a goof." You laugh, placing your palm against his head and pushing it away playfully. 

"Only for you, Baby," JJ grins. 

You place a quick peck on his lips before shifting to move off of his lap. 

JJ pouts, letting out a minor whine. "Uh uh, don't leave." 

"I'm just grabbing my drink," you giggle at his childlike expression. As you take a sip from your beer, you can feel JJ watching you. You glance over your shoulder and sure enough, his eyes remain locked on your ass. "You're starring," you smirk. 

"You bet your amazing ass I am," he mumbles, reaching across the water and grabbing your ass, giving it a squeeze. 

"JJ!" You gasp, swatting his hand away. 

He tilts his head back, exposing his sharp jaw as he wraps his arms around your waist, bringing you back to him. "Couldn't help myself! It was practically begging for a squeeze." 

"Right..." You nod, straddling his lap. 

As an act of retaliation, you press your palm to the center of his boxers, making the boy jolt lightly from surprise. 

"Holy shit," he swallows hard. 

"Couldn't help myself, it was practically begging for it," you smirk, repeating his words. 

"You're too good to be true," he whispers, bringing his lips closer to yours. 

"Dido," you grin, leaning in to kiss him. 

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After pondering the bliss of you and JJ finally being reunited in the hot tub, you two make dinner together in the Chateau's kitchen. You two move in sync as you prepare the oh-so-difficult meal of pizza rolls. You share a place of them while cuddling watching Goonies. During it, JJ comes up with the idea that you two should be Andy and Brand for Halloween. It makes you smile and all warm inside to hear him making plans for two months from now. It makes you fully realize how much JJ sees a future with you. Somewhere before Goonies was over, you fell asleep in JJ's lap while he was playing with your hair. The last few days have worn on you emotionally, mentally, and physically. 

The Pogues came home and when they saw you and JJ on the couch, especially you, they quietly stayed outside. Except, John B lingered, smiling at the sight of his friend doting on you. He's never seen JJ be so gentle and patient in his life. 

“You’re different with her," John B whispers not to wake you. 

JJ glances up from observing you look at his friend with a satisfied smirk. “She makes me want to be better." His fingers comb through your Y/H/C locks, utterly content. 

“I think she’s really good for you,” John B nods in agreement.  

“She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I want to change, to be worthy of being with her," JJ confesses quietly as he returns his focus to you. 

"You two deserve each other," John B assures his friend. 

"You think?" JJ wonders, still unsure of his place in your life. 

John B snickers lightly. "I mean, she did leap across a table in front of all her friends and slap a girl to defend you." 

"Yeah she did, didn't she? Pretty badass," JJ chuckles, still amazed that you did that. 

"She loves you man," John B concludes with a shrug. 

"Really?" JJ narrows his eyes with curiosity at his friend. 

"Well, it's obvious isn't it?" John B laughs breathlessly with a crooked grin. 

"I thought it was all in my head," JJ confesses with a childish fall of his lips like he just learned some overwhelming news. 

"It's not," his friend shakes his head, happy to see his friend finally have some hope. "She looks at you the same way you look at her." 

JJ's brows scrunch together and he looks up at John B. "When you and Sarah said it to each other, how did you know it was the right time?" 

"You'll know. You'll feel it," he describes confidently.  

"What if I feel it now?" JJ asks softly, glancing down at you. 

"Then say it. Say it whenever you can, as often as you can," John B advises before stepping away quietly to give you two time. 

JJ sits with your head cradled in his lap. He's not eager to join his friends around the fire outside. He's content with you here with him, whether you're asleep or not. You're enough for him. You're everything to him. 

JJ leans down, planting a kiss to your temple, then gliding his lips down to your ear. "I love you, Y/N," he whispers while you sleep.  __________________________________________________

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In Those Jeans

Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairings: Aaron Hotchner/Female Reader Word Count: 2,599 Tags: 18+, NSFW, Blow jobs, Thigh riding, Car sex, Unprotected sex, Semi-public sex Summary: After almost two years of dating, you and Aaron still can't keep your eyes—or hands—off of each other, even at a company picnic; but who could blame you, when he looks like that? *Inspired by this gifset I think we all reblogged last night. I'm feral for Hotch in jeans. 🤤 Link to AO3 or read below! As Aaron’s girlfriend of almost two years, there have been countless times when you’ve gotten to see the rarer sides of his personality, things he doesn’t show at work, or at least not often.

You’ve seen his silly side with Jack when he builds pillow forts, plays tag in the backyard, makes messes in the kitchen. You’ve seen his sweet side when he gives you a back rub just because, makes your favorite dinner when you’ve had a stressful week, when he’s there to talk or just cuddle after appointments with your therapist, which he knows can bring your mood down a little.

You’ve seen him tender, romantic, playful, emotional, loving and caring and capable, but nothing compares to the hidden knowledge you have of one aspect of his personality: your man is horny as hell, and also kind of a freak.

At work, of course, he is the epitome of stoic, expressionless, buttoned-up suit, but a little flash of panty, or a sultry look, or even a well-timed innuendo is enough to have you knees up in the backseat of a government-owned SUV before the rest of your team even leaves the parking garage.

You silently thank god for tinted windows; you not-so-silently thank god for Aaron.

It’s amazing, because you are the same way, half turned-on at any given time of the day, catapulted to full on horny mess depending on the look on his face, the outfit he’s wearing, whether or not he calls you by your last name—before you were dating, you longed to hear him say your first name, but now it’s the impersonal bark of your surname that really gets you going.

Because you share the same predisposition for being down to fuck most of the time, all it takes is a raised eyebrow or a sway of the hips to signal you’re in the mood for something to happen, and if it’s physically feasible and won’t get you arrested, you usually follow through.

It’s how you end up getting absolutely wrecked in the back of the SUV at an FBI family picnic event—you don’t feel great about it, but it is what it is, and it all started with a pair of jeans. Aaron is hot. There’s no doubt about it, and it’s not up for debate. He doesn’t see it, but that just makes him hotter; if other people don’t see it, that just makes them stupid. You see it, though, everyday, in the smallest of ways, can’t stop seeing it. When he gets ready for the picnic, throws on a soft, worn t-shirt and a pair of jeans that fit him so well it’s almost criminal, you make a noise in the back of your throat, and Aaron grins.

“What’s happening over there?” he asks as you sit on the edge of the bed, hooking the strap of your sandal over your heel. You exhale, scowl.

“I think you know very well what’s happening.” He chooses a belt from the back of the door, slides it through the loops on the jeans, and your mouth waters. “Fuck, Aaron.”

“No time for that,” he says, looking up at you through his stupidly dark eyelashes, and he clasps the buckle, smooths his hands down his thighs. You’re going to be soaked before you even leave the house.

“I beg to differ.” You stand from the bed, twirl a little in a blue sundress you know Aaron won’t be able to resist for long. Two can play at this game: if he wants to watch you slowly lose your composure in public, you’re sure as hell not going to make it easy.

“Ugh. Love those little dresses,” he murmurs, stepping toward you, but you shake your head and wag a finger at him.

“Nope, no time for that,” you say, but you giggle when he narrows his eyes and stalks closer anyway.

He tackles you, tosses you back on the bed, kisses your mouth and neck, then whispers dirty things into your ear and rubs you through your panties until you come so loud it could wake the dead. You undo that stupid belt, tug his jeans down just enough to free his cock, toss your hair over your shoulder, and blow him like you’re being graded on it—if that were the case, you’d be getting extra credit for technique, no doubt about it.

You leave a little later than intended, and you know you just made a huge mistake, because getting him out of those jeans again is going to be all you can think about for the rest of the day; you’re not certain what’s going through his head, but you know for a fact he’s thinking pretty much the same thing.

Even though you’re both bummed that it’s Jack’s weekend with Haley and he's missing the picnic, you have to admit it’s kind of good timing, because you don’t let yourself get distracted when he is with you, but Aaron is looking so damn distracting today. You sit at a picnic table with JJ and Garcia, drinking iced tea and watching Will and Aaron play catch with Henry and a couple other kids. You’d say this is just a tactic, because seeing Aaron interact with kids always gives you baby (and babymaking) fever, but you know deep down he just loves children, and that makes your heart warm more than anything.

When he lifts the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face? Now that’s a tactic, and a damn good one. You can’t hold back your whimper, and your friends take one look at you and share an amused glance.

“It’s a family picnic,” JJ says, scolding and teasing all at once. “Keep it in your pants.”

“It’s his pants you need to be worried about,” you mutter, and you fan yourself with your hand to try to bring yourself down a notch. That, of course, does not work, so you sigh, stand from the table, pour a cup of lemonade, and give them a wink before walking over to Aaron’s side. You get his attention with an innocent look, hand over the lemonade with a sweet smile.

“You look hot. And thirsty,” you tell him, and he smiles, tips his head back, and drinks it all in one gulp. You watch him swallow, squeeze your thighs together.

“So do you,” he says with a hint of a smirk, handing back the cup, and he leans in to whisper in your ear. “Thanks for the lemonade; now let me watch you walk away.” You pull back, lick your lips slowly and turn around, throwing him a look over your shoulder as you make your way back to the picnic table. Emily and Derek are there now too, and Emily laughs when you take your seat.

“Two years in and you still look at each other like that? Please tell me your secret,” she says with a grin, taking a sip of her iced tea.

“Tons of quality orgasms,” you answer with a fond sigh, tucking your chin in the palm of your hand and watching Aaron cross the lot. There’s something so powerful about his stride that it makes you horny just to watch him walk; your downstairs brain is so stupid. “He also makes really good jalapeno mac and cheese.” The answer to your question, when am I going to get fucked by my gorgeous boyfriend?, will be answered shortly, you’re fairly certain; you have a good feeling, because you’re talking to an agent that works on the floor above yours, and the strap of your dress has fallen down your shoulder, and he keeps glancing at it. You’d fix it, but that would only draw more attention to it, and you can already feel Aaron looking at you.

He doesn’t get jealous often, but get him in the right mood and his dumb caveman instincts switch from fight or flight to fight or fuck pretty quickly; when he heads your way with swift, purposeful steps, you’re pretty sure you know which one has been activated today.

“Hey. Time to go,” he says, looking over your face; he turns to nod at the guy you’re talking to, then very slowly hooks his finger in the strap of your dress and slides it back into place, making eye contact with you while he does it. You don’t know why that makes you so goddamn hot, but your breathing picks up and you bite your lip, take his hand when he offers it.

You don’t say goodbye to anyone, just follow him quickly to the car and climb into the backseat when he opens the door. The second he closes it behind him, his mouth is on yours, and you fist your fingers in his t-shirt, hitch a leg over his hip, and pull him closer.

“I want you, I need you,” you breathe into the kiss, and he slides one hand around your back, uses the other to push up your dress and grab a palmful of your ass.

“I know, baby. God, I want you. You look fucking perfect in that dress; I want to tear it off.” It’s sort of expensive, and pretty, but fuck, you’re going to let him. He shifts so his back is against the seat, pulls you into his lap, and you moan when he presses you right on top of his cock, hard and bulging against the seam of his jeans. “Feel what you do to me, when you’re looking like a goddamn angel and other men can’t take their eyes off of you?” You tug on his hair, kiss him roughly, move your hands to his belt, but he stops you with gentle fingers. “First I want you to ride my thigh. You’ve been staring at them all day; do you want to?”

“Fuck, absolutely,” you whine, and he puts his hands on your hips, shifts you so your knees are on either side of his perfect, firm, denim clad thigh and encourages you to grind against it. You don’t need much encouragement, but he eases down one of the straps of your dress and maneuvers it so that he can bare your breast, get his lips around your nipple while you work to get yourself off. “Oh, god yeah.”

You plant your hands on his shoulders, dig your nails in through the soft fabric, and slide against him like a needy, horny teenager. You’re wet, and he’s undoubtedly going to be wet too by the time you’re done with him, leg soaked with your come—god, that’s a hot prospect. Both of you are panting, not from exertion but arousal, and you move a hand to the back of his head, grip his hair in your fingers while he sucks and softly bites your nipple. When he pulls back, his lips are wet, and you capture them in a kiss.

“Yeah, you’re doing so good, keep going. Keep humping, baby, come on me.” He gets a hand in your hair, kisses your neck, and you cling to him for dear life, broad back and shoulders beneath your hands as you work your hips desperately in pursuit of your orgasm. “So fucking perfect, come on me,” he mutters against your throat, and you hug him close, absolutely lose it as your climax makes your body tense from shoulders to toes.

You moan in his ear like an absolute slut—if you are one, he’s made you that way, so it’s only fair—and he kisses your mouth, deep, rough, wet kisses that ensure your desire does not dip in the slightest. You feel dirty and incredible, but no more relieved or satisfied than you were ten minutes ago.

A little bit of Aaron is never enough; no amount of Aaron is ever enough.

He makes sure you can hold yourself up and then takes his hands off of you, opens his belt and his pants and pushes them down his thighs far enough that you’ll be comfortable. You slide off of his leg to slip your panties off—they’re useless at this point anyway—and he gets his hands on your hips and puts you in his lap, holds you up so you can line his cock up with your entrance and let him press inside.

“Mmh, fuck, Aaron,” you gasp, and with the way he looks at you, eyes dark and serious and possessive, you know this will be quick for the both of you. You wrap one hand around his bicep, press back against his knee with the other; he slides his hands up to your waist, dragging the skirt of your dress up with him so he can watch himself disappear inside you, which is ten different kinds of sexy.

“Thinking about this all day—burying my cock inside your sweet, tight pussy, coming deep inside you. Do you like it, getting fucked here because I want you so bad I can’t stand to wait?” Even though you know you shouldn’t, you do, and you nod, moan yes when he fucks up inside you, strong thighs flexing. “Me too, love it, love you.”

“Love you,” you murmur while you bounce in his lap, eyes on his, tongue slipping over your lips while you snap your hips against his thrusts. “Gonna milk your cock, take every last drop; greedy for it.” Aaron groans, tightens his hands on your waist, and you clench around him when he comes, riding him fast and thorough; you follow quickly, leaning forward to rest your head against his shoulder while you shudder through the pleasure.

His hands are gentle after, smoothing up your back, around your neck, and he pulls you closer for a soft, sweet, passionate kiss. When it breaks, you smile against each other's lips.

“Tease,” you whisper, smoothing your hands over his throat, his jaw. “New unwritten rule: if you wear those jeans in public, I get as much sex as I want for the rest of the night.” He chuckles, but ultimately nods.

“Deal. New unwritten rule: when we’re out in public and someone is looking at you like that guy was looking at you, I have permission to throw you over my shoulder and take you home and remind you why it is that you belong with me.” You pull him close for a hard kiss and grin.

“Deal, caveman. So what do you want to do now?” He wrinkles his nose in contemplation, straightens up the top half of your dress.

“I think I want to go home and tear this off of you as previously mentioned,” he says; you bite your lip and nod. “What do you want to do?”

That’s a loaded question, but at the moment, only one thing really comes to mind.

“Fuck me wearing these clothes again; I don’t care where or how, you can surprise me.”

Aaron is, unsurprisingly, on board with that plan; you slip off of him, smooth out your dress, and he pulls his pants up—they are still very wet from your first orgasm, and you rub the spot with the edge of your dress to no avail.

“Don’t get pulled over, Agent,” you joke, because that would be both very hard and very easy to explain, and he groans like you’ve just done something very sexy.

“Love it when you call me Agent,” he says, pulling you in for a kiss, and you plan some super hot roleplay for later and hop out of the car so you can climb into the front seat like the fully-functioning, non-horny adult that you are.

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[mayraki]

“enemies?” - jj maybank (2)

-> jackpearcsn’s gif

part 1

summary: they both have to deal with the consequences of the night before, leading them to realize that maybe hate isn’t the only feeling they have towards each other.

warning: jj and y/n being mean, again

masterlist

“That Pogue deserves to get punished.” Rafe said once you and him arrived at his house.

After you told JJ to go home you had this weird feeling in your chest. It reminded you of the moment before going to ride a wave, but with a bad turn into it. “I don’t know who the fuck does he think he is. He doesn’t get to treat me like that and get away with it, Y/n, I swear I’m going to get my revenge on that stupid Pogue.”

“Rafe, what are we? Twelve? Just forget about it.” You said. When he turned and locked eyes with you, you felt shivers going down your body.

“Stop fucking defending him, Y/n.”

“I’m not defending him, I’m not defending anybody. I just don’t want you or anyone to start trouble.”

“Did you heard how he talked to me?” Rafe started walking closer to you, so close that you unintentionally took a step backwards.

“Yes, Rafe! I was there! This is an everyday thing, why are you so angry right now?” You asked but Rafe didn’t respond immediately. He stayed put in silence while looking at your eyes. You were so confused at his sudden change of behaviour that you didn’t know what to say. The realisation that you were at his house hit you when he took another step closer to you. Your mind was so focus on what happened moments earlier that you didn’t realize Rafe took you to his house. And how wrong that was.

Before you could say that you were going home, Rafe spoke. “That Pogue wants you.” He said firmly with anger in his tone. You blinked confused, trying to understand his train of thought.

“What?”

“I’ve seen how he looks at you.”

“You’re dreaming, Rafe, you can’t even see a thing that you have in front of you clear.”

“Do you like him?” He asked suddenly, getting closer to you. You could see the anger on his eyes, so clearly that your heart dropped to your stomach and a bad feeling coming through.

“What- no!”

“Prove it.” He said looking down to your lips for a second.

“Why would I want to prove it to you? We’re done, you made that pretty clear last time, Rafe.”

Rafe stayed silent, you thought that he was going to finally get over it and you were going to be able to get out, saying that it was getting late. But then when a little smile escaped his lips, you mouth didn’t open.

“Do you want to get back together?” He said with his eyes glued to your lips.

“Wha-”

“Let’s get back together.”

“What are you saying?”

“If you don’t like that Pogue, get back together with me.”

“That doesn’t make sense Rafe.” You said, trying to keep your posture together and not show that you were feeling afraid on that exact moment.

Rafe grabbed your cheek with strength, making it hurt a little bit. You thought he was going to get closer to your lips and kiss you, but when he came back to your eyes, you didn’t see the desire to kiss you in them. “Do you want it to make sense?”

“Y/n? Calling y/n to earth.” You heard your dad calling you making you step out of your thoughts.

“Dad! Sorry, it’s been a long night, I didn’t sleep well.”

“Well, you better get some sleep tonight because tomorrow it’s the party.” He said, giving a sip to the juice he was drinking for breakfast.

“Party?”

“Y/n!” He said loudly, annoyed at your question. “The party that I’ve been telling you all breakfast. There’s going to be a lot of business people there, it’s my opportunity to make an impression and make my company bigger, and more important.”

You closed your eyes trying to not sound or show any annoy expression to your dad. After everything that happened, going to a party wasn’t in your list of desired things to do. “Dad, do I have to go? I mean, I’m pretty sure I won’t have anything to do there.”

“No, you have to go, Y/n. You’re my daughter.”

“So?”

“So!?” Your dad yelled offended. “You need to make an impression too. We’re a family, and if we’re good, that means that I take the good in my family to the business.”

You sighed looking down hoping the conversation was over. “Alright.”

“You’ll have to pick a dress, do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” He said firmly.

You slowly got up from your chair leaving your almost full breakfast on the table. “Are we done?”

“Why?”

“I want to go surfing.”

“Surfing again?” You dad said that with so much disgust that you got the sudden need to walk away, tired of hearing anyone talk. “Why don’t you go with Rafe, I don’t know, on a date?” As soon as you heard his name, your heart dropped to your stomach. Something and someone you didn’t want to talk about. “I haven’t seen him in ages. And you know his dad is important, better keep your relationship in a good state.” You sighed trying to erase every word your dad was saying, since he rather be successful then watching you be alright. “Besides, you surfed yesterday.”

“So? Dad, I’m good at it.” You smiled for the first time in the conversation, remembering your times riding the waves. “I think I can go pro.”

“Pro?” He asked in a joking tone after letting out a little laugh. “Yeah, sweetheart, everybody has dreams. But you’ll work at the company with me, I need an heir.” You felt like a bucket of cold water had fell into your body. You took a deep breath while watching your dad walk towards you, once he finished his breakfast. “And I think you’re perfect for the job.” He grabbed your cheek and gave you a gentle kiss on the forehead. On the inside, you were glad the conversation was over, but once he stopped and stared at your reddish wound on your chin, your stomach turned. You didn’t told him about it, about anything. Better to stay quiet, you thought. A feeling of worry came into your chest when you couldn’t think of an excuse for it, but when you thought he was going to ask if you were alright, or what happened, he just let out a tiny sigh and let go of your chin. “You better get that fixed, honey, we don’t want to ruin your presence at the party with a horrible wound.”

Once you arrived in your room, you closed your door before letting out a big sigh while trying to take your heart to its normal speed. So much had happened over the past two days that you felt how your head wanted to explode. And if it did, you weren’t going to complain.

You sat down on the end of your bed as you were looking to the wall of your room. A sudden pain in your lower lip appearing made you remember the person who did it to you, just like before breakfast. You closed your eyes trying to forget everything but when he came into your mind, you opened them again. Him defending you against Rafe was now playing in your head, the anger in his eyes and the pain in his voice... How can someone forget that?

You dropped your back to your bed but once you heard a noise coming from your window, your head quickly turned to it to see a brunette girl already entering your room.

“Kie.” You said softly, walking towards her to help her get inside your room.

“Hi, Y/n,” she said with a smile once inside “how are you?”

“Good.” You nodded when a little smile escaped your lips.

“Are you sure?” She asked. You noticed how her eyes went to your wound for a couple of seconds. You didn’t want to lie to Kie, she was one of your best friends, the one that you could always count on, but right now, you didn’t want to talk about it.

“Yeah.” You said, trying to sound as convincing as possible. Kie nodded, going back to your wound once again. It’s like her eyes were trying to say to you that she wanted to know what was going on, but her mouth wasn’t opening. “It’s just a scratch.” You said almost in a whisper, once she came back to your eyes.

“What happened, Y/n?” She asked in the same tone, getting closer to you to grab your hands.

“Nothing,” you let go of her hands gently and stepped back “don’t worry about it.”

“Seems to be a thing to worry about if JJ reacted that way.” Kie said without hesitating, making you think of the night before.

“JJ always looks for a reason to fight Rafe, that’s nothing new.” You said, proudly of yourself for bringing the situation down so fast.

“Yeah, I know,” Kie nodded “but I’ve never seen him that angry, Y/n. And I haven’t seen him all day.” She stopped but you noticed she wanted to ask something else. Once she looked down wondering if she should say it or not, she looked up at you and let the words come out of her mouth. “What happened at the Chateau before that?”

Your mind immediately took you to the moment JJ was grabbing your chin, you and him close. Your breathing mixing with his, the heavy air surrounding the room, it was definitely something. But you just shook your head. “Nothing, Kie.”

“C’mon, I’m not stupid, Y/n.”

“I’ve never said you were.” You responded quickly. That took Kie off guard and just go quiet. You looked down and hoped for her to forget it, but then she spoke again.

“Did Rafe did that to you?” You looked up at her but then went back down again, hiding your wound.

“No.”

“Y/n-”

“Kie! C’mon, let it go.” You spited out.

“I can’t let it go! You’re hurt, Y/n-” Kie got closer to you, but before she could check your scratch, you stepped back moving her hand.

“Please! I don’t want to talk about it!”

“I can’t let that asshole treat you like that!” She yelled so loudly you immediately hoped your dad didn’t hear that. You started to feel a strong pain in your throat once the tears were fighting to come out when the memory of Rafe came into your head.

“I’m sorry for yelling.” Kie said more softly once she noticed the change in your body language.

You shook your head. “It’s alright. I’m sorry too.” Your softly tone changed the surroundings to a more calmer one. You noticed Kie wanted to know more about it, but she looked down to her feet, regretting her question.

“Are you coming to the party tomorrow night?” She asked still looking down.

“I have to. You?”

“Same.” She said looking at your eyes. You saw conflict in them, something that you always wanted to change in them, you didn’t like to see your best friend like that, but this time, you didn’t know how. “I miss you, Y/n. And I’m sure the guys do too.”

You let out a tiny laugh. “I’m not sure about that.”

Kie did the same and then nodded. “At least I’m sure about Pope and John B. Why don’t you come to the Chateau with me?”

The idea was tempting, but with that also came having to see JJ. And your head was telling that wasn’t a good idea. “I don’t think so, Kie.”

“Why not? Is it because of JJ?” She asked without thinking about it. “What happened between you two? You’ve never turned down a meeting with the Pogues because of him.”

You let out a tiny sigh while going to sit down at the end of your bed, your legs were starting to betray you. “It’s not him.”

Kie did the same as you. She grabbed your hand while trying to get you to look at her in the eyes. “Then why? Rafe’s sister, Sarah?” You shook your head. “Then what? You can talk to me, Y/n.” You looked at her and the feeling of missing her and the Pogues grew inside of you. It was true, you never turned down meeting the Pogues for anything, no matter how fucked up you felt, how angry you were, hanging out with the Pogues was the only thing that ever made you feel better. And it still was.

“You know what? I think meeting with the Pogues it’s going to do me good. Let’s go.”

You had to be honest, visiting the Chateau was making your heart skip a beat every time you thought about it. As closer as you got, all the memories of the night before came into your head making you regret your decision of visiting them in the first place. But as soon as you saw Pope letting out a big smile once he locked eyes with you, that feeling of warmth you felt everytime you were with them appeared on your body, loving every single second of it.

“Y/n! I missed you.” Pope said while embracing your body into a tight hug.

“Missed you too guys.” You locked eyes with John B and Sarah, who were already behind Pope.

“How are you?” Sarah asked, but the moment you were about to say something, the voice of someone complaining cut you off. You didn’t quite understand what they said, but you did knew who it came from. Pope turned around, making you able to see the blonde guy that seemed to be consuming all your thoughts since last night. He had bags under his eyes that made you realize he hadn’t been sleeping well. His eyes were glued to yours, they were staring at you so hardly to the point that you started to feel uncomfortable under them.

He rolled his eyes making you feel the normal annoying feeling you always had when he did that, making you cross your arms in front of your chest, to fight the need of flipping him off right on that moment.

Silence surrounded the room as JJ was walking towards you, once you noticed that he was getting closer your heart started beating faster and you hated that, you hated that he was making you feel that way. So much that you grabbed your arm with strength to control your feelings as much as you could. He locked eyes with you one last time before passing you, but not before hitting his shoulder with yours, making you move backwards and leaving a strong pain in it.

You rolled your eyes annoyed but your mouth didn’t opened, since he was already riding his bike to leave the Chateau behind.

“Don’t worry about it,” Pope said. “he’ll get over whatever has him troubled.” He said, but you doubted that was true.

Even if it took you a minute to forget what just happened, the moment that you sat down and started talking with the Pogues like you always did, everything bad that was hurting you was slowly disappearing. It was like a potion that took minutes to make effect on your body, but it did work. Laughs and more laughs were filling the room, the voices were so loudly that you felt they could be heard from a long distance, but you didn’t care, for the first time in a long time you were having a great time, and nothing was going to change that.

“Seriously! He said that!” Sarah yelled once she finished her story and pointed and John B, who opened his mouth offended.

“No I did not!”

“How can you know? You were asleep!” Laughs followed her words. Watching Sarah complain about John B was strangely funny.

“That doesn’t sound like me. I’ve never talked in my sleep. So I don’t take responsibility for that.” He said shaking his head and ending the conversation once he gave Sarah a kiss on the lips to enable her mouth from talking more.

“Talking about responsibility,” Kie said turning to Pope with a grin “and with that I’m turning the conversation to Pope, who is that girl I saw you talking yesterday?”

“What? Who?” Pope asked, clearly not expecting the question at all.

“You know who. That girl with the black hair.” Kie turned to you and gave you wink, letting you know something was going on.

“I don’t know who you’re talking about.” Pope said with his eyes glued to the ground, trying to avoid any eye contact and accidentally spilling something he didn’t want to.

“Oh, c’mon. I’m pretty sure you do because you were extremely close to her.”

“What?” You asked surprised. “Pope has a crush on someone?”

“No I don’t!”

“Oh, I think you do.” John B with a smile, enjoying the moment way too much.

Pope was about to say something on his defence, but someone walking through the door cut him off. “JJ!”

The moment that you turned to look at him your heart skipped a beat. He looked at the room quickly and the moment he locked eyes with you, he let out a annoying sigh. “You’re still here?” He asked disgusted, not trying to hide it at all.

“You have a problem with that?” You responded quickly, not giving him the win.

“Yes, you’re the problem.” He turned to you. “So unless you don’t leave I’ll always have the problem on me.”

“That’s on you, not me.” You got up from your sit to go get some water from the kitchen, hoping for JJ to leave the room, since you weren’t going to.

“Guys, I don’t think-” Pope was saying once he saw JJ’s face, but he cut him off.

“Why don’t you go back with Rafe, Y/n?” He asked firmly and with disgust, making you stop quickly in your spot and your heart going down to your stomach once you heard his name.

“JJ.” Kie said softly. But it was too late, he already said it, and didn’t had a plan to stop.

“But don’t get hurt next time.”

Silence followed his words, non of them knew what to respond to what he said, not even you. You felt like the air was getting thicker around you, making your chest hurt and your nose to miss some air, but the feeling that was taking over your body was anger. So, without thinking about your next actions, you turned around to face JJ. Kie was about to say something, but the palm of your hand was already hitting JJ’s cheek, making a loud noise in the process and leaving it with a reddish color and a strong pain in it.

“Asshole!” You yelled to his now in pain face. His eyes had surprise in them, but no one could say anything about it, not even him, since your body was already leaving the Chateau.

The sound of the waves was the next thing you heard. Your head was hurting so badly but you didn’t care, your board was already next to your body and your feet had the urge to ride the waves until they couldn’t anymore. Anger was controlling you in that moment, you knew that, you knew that surfing while there was a storm outside wasn’t a good idea, but you didn’t care. All you wanted to do was feel the water of the ocean hitting your body while you were on top of your board, killing the wave and having that loved feeling in your heart as usual.

Your eyes were so blurry because of the water of the rain in them that you could barely see. Your eyelashes were so thick now that you could see them more clearly in your eyes, the rain hitting your body with so much strength was making you feel a little bit of pain, but as soon as you sat down on your board, everything that was bothering you went away.

The water under your board was getting difficult to control, your body was moving quickly along with the waves, but this wasn’t your first time, you got this.

“Yeah, I got this. I fucking got this.” You said to yourself loudly, but with the sound of the water and the rain, your voice was quickly brushed off.

You saw your first wave and a little smile escaped your lips. The next thing happened faster than you could think of your next action, but it didn’t matter, your body already knew what it had to do.

As soon as your feet felt the wave under them your heart dropped to your stomach, the wave was so strong that it took you a moment to adjust everything, but seconds later it wasn’t the wave riding you, it was you riding the fuck out of that wave. You heard the thunderstorm in the sky and your brain was yelling you to get out of there, but your body wasn’t listening, the enjoyment of the wave was way too much for you to ignore it. Your body didn’t want to leave, and there was nothing that could change that. Following the wave with your board, you saw it ending and getting closer to the shore, so you dropped your body downwards, flexing your knees to finish the wave with more speed and finally sitting down once you felt it was over. But you didn’t had much time to rest, since another wave was coming your way.

But this one was different. Ignoring the strong thunderstorm that was happening more often than before, you paddled close to the wave hitting the water around you with more strength since the rain was making the ocean more thicker around you. It was moving so quickly that before you could cover yourself, the wave hit your body, making you fall from your board and losing yourself in the water.

You tried to hard to swam to the surface but your arms couldn’t seem to control the water around you and take your body upwards. You felt how your chest was asking for air but nothing that you did was moving your body, it was just the ocean moving you along with it. The sound of the rain became a distant sound since the sound of your heart beating faster became all you could hear. You felt your eyes getting blurrier while your arms were still trying to take you to the surface. You looked for your board but it was nowhere to be seen, so moving your legs as fast as you could finally managed to get your head out of the water to get some air, but that lasted no more than seconds, since the water was already pushing you downwards.

For the first time in your life, you didn’t know what to do in the water. For as long as you could remember your body was always looking for solutions when it came to surfing or swimming, you were a natural at it. But this time, your body was finally giving up, letting your arms down since they hurted like they never did before. You tried to move your legs but they weren’t answering, making you fall more deep into the water and your eyes to slightly close.

This was it. Your heart stopped beating even if your body didn’t stop moving, since it was still being moved around by the water. You closed your eyes once you felt your chest hurting, asking desperately for air. Even if you were underwater, you felt a tear coming out of your eyes, you were giving up, and there’s nothing you could do about it since it looked like it wasn’t up to you to decide.The moment that you felt no noise around you, your mind went all black, expect for one thing being right there in front of you. But it wasn’t a thing, it was a him. But before you could figure out who he was, you felt some hands grabbing your waist, pulling away from where you were and taking your body up to the surface.

“Are you stupid?! Why would you do that?!” That was the first thing you heard once your body recovered itself and let go of the water that was inside of it. “How can you be so stupid? You almost drowned!”

You coughed and once you were over, you looked up without moving your body from the sand. “Yeah no shit Sherlock!” You yelled but instantly regret it since a strong pain came into your chest.

“Good way to treat the person that just saved your life!”

“Fuck off!” You said gaining the feeling of the rain hitting your body once again. “Am I supposed to be super thankful now?! After you treated me like shit?!” You got up from the sand and gave JJ a good look at him. He had his hair all over her face and had sand all over his knees and feet, his hands were almost red from the cold and his chest was moving quickly because of the heavy breathing coming out of his mouth.

“And you’re a fucking angel aren’t you? You’re so fucking perfect!”

“Clearly I am not! But you can’t fucking see that!”

“You’re such a fucking brat!” He yelled so loudly that not even the thunderstorm could cover his voice.

“Oh here we go again with the brat comeback. Call me when your little brain can think of something else!”

“It’s the truth! You and you’re fucking perfect life!”

“Fuck off!” With the intention to leave the beach behind, you pushed JJ but he barely moved, and in the process he grabbed your arms to prevent you pushing him again. You tried to let go of his grip but he made sure you couldn’t by grabbing your waist and pulling you closer, enabling your body from moving away.

The way that you locked eyes with each other was something that made your body shiver. Even if you had so much anger in your body right now, his hands around your body somehow calmed your heart from jumping out of your chest, and instead, butterflies were flying all over your stomach now. You noticed how his eyes were slowly going from your eyes to your lips, making you feel weak under them. You felt one of his hands leaving your waist to grab your cheek. Shook at his action, you stayed still like your brain had shut down and he was controlling you, leaving you under the spell of his touch.

“Why did you get back with him?” He asked loudly so you could hear him under the rain, still looking at your eyes. “After what he did to you...”

The pain in them made you remember the night before, the hurt and the disappointment... they stabbed your chest once again but this time, it was something so strongly that you felt the air not wanting to come inside your body.

“Do you really care?” You asked more softly, feeling your throat hurt since the tears were fighting to come out.

“Maybe I’m not the only one who’s blind.” He said making your heart drop to your stomach. His eyes were glued to yours not moving for even one second, the closeness of your bodies while you were under his eyes made you remember the figure you saw moments ago. It wasn’t a nobody.

“I hate you.” Your voice said with so much pain. So much that it hurted you to say it, and you didn’t know why. You waited for him to say the same thing, but instead, he did a little nod and looked down once he let go of your waist.

“I know.” He said so softly that it made you more anger than you felt before. He said horrible things to you and then treated you the opposite way, expecting for you to understand what the hell was going on. But you didn’t. So, without saying another word, you walked away with your heart stabbed and tears going down your cheeks.

As soon as your head hit your bed all the tears that wanted to come out since this morning finally did. The pain in your chest became even more bigger and the air had difficulty entering your body while your room was surrounded by silence. You didn’t know why you were crying, maybe the fact that you still had the feeling of the water hitting your body and your chest asking for air, your dad, or even JJ... there was that question that had a million of answers, or even not answer at all.

When you calmed down you sat down ready to wash all the tears away from your cheeks. After checking to see if anyone was between your room and the bathroom, you stepped out of your room once you noticed the corridor was as empty as the whole house itself. You opened the bathroom door to see a message for you in the mirror, ready for you to read it.

“Don’t forget about the party! Get a nice dress, some make up, and fix your hair like a true lady. We leave at 6 pm without any excuses. Love you, dad.”

You let out a tiny sigh once you read the note your dad left. You ripped the paper out of your mirror and then continued to wash your face, already wishing all of that was over even if it didn’t started yet.

You closed the door of the bathroom to walk with lazy steps to your room while your mind, with no enthusiasm at all, was looking for a dress to wear. You walked to your room without turning the light on since your eyes still hurted a little bit from having them open under the water. But you knew your room like the palm of your hand so the little light that was coming from the outside was enough for you. With quick steps, you started to head towards your closet, but when a strong pain appeared in your foot you stopped immediately.

“Fuck!” You said lifting your foot up to grab it and look at the thing that hurted your foot. A tiny rock was laying there next to your bed, with furrowed eyebrows and confused thoughts you headed to turn the light on and see if there was any other rocks in your room. Nothing. Your eyes went over your floor at least two times to check, but there was only that rock in the floor. With slow steps you walked closer to it and grabbed it with your hand, even if it was stupid, like you expected to understand how it got there if you grabbed it, you did it anyways. And of course, nothing happened after that. Until, you saw how another rock entered your room through the window.

“What the fuck?” You asked getting closer to your window. The sound of the rain got even more louder as closer and you got. A sudden wave of fear appeared into your body, but as soon as you saw the body that was standing down your window, the fear that you were feeling turned into butterflies in your stomach. “What are you doing here?” You asked loudly enough so he could hear you on top of the rain.

“Are you going to let me it or let me get all wet?” He said, while the water was going down his body.

“It’s very tempting.”

“Alright, I’ll just scream what I have to say and alert your dad, getting you into trouble for bringing a boy that’s not your boyfriend home.”

You were about to say that he wasn’t home, but as soon as you opened mouth you saw his car parked in the driveway.

You rolled your eyes while letting out a sigh. Perfect timing, dad. “You’re a pain in the ass.” You said more to herself but you knew JJ heard you. You nodded letting him know it was alright for him to get into your room and you started to hear him climbing to your window, until what you heard came into your eyes. When JJ crossed the window you got the chance to see him more clearly now, taking your eyes immediately to his cheek. “Glad your cheek has gone back to almost normal by now.”

“I hate to admit it but” JJ touched his cheek and let out a tiny laugh “you’re strong.” A confused feeling took over you since he didn’t respond to you hitting him, instead, he complimented you. Something that didn’t happen often... or ever.

“What is it that you wanted to say?” You said, brushing your thoughts away.

“Sorry.” He said firmly, and then waited for your unsure response.

“For what?”

“Saying what I said at the Chateau today.” Even if he was answering quickly, you noticed that he had trouble saying those words.

You let out a tiny laugh and then shook your head. “Since when did we started to apologise to the other?” You asked expecting for JJ to follow your joke but instead, he closed his eyes with strength and grabbed his face with frustration.

“Oh my god! Why can’t you just accept the apology?”

“Why should I?”

“It’s human decency to accept someone’s apology.” He opened his eyes to locked them with yours. You were getting used to seeing the pain and disappointment in them.

“Not really. If I don’t want to, I won’t.”

“And you tell me I’m the pain in the ass? You’re such a brat.”

“I thought you came here to apologise not insult me.”

“Gosh!” He yelled making the thunderstorm outside tiny. “I can’t stand you!” You felt the tension in the room getting heavier every second. Used to fighting, your words came into your mouth before your brain could think of something.

“Then why are you here?!”

“Because I wanted to fucking see you!”

Silence followed his words. You stayed still in your spot while processing the moment. His eyes were now closed once he looked down, realising what his mouth just said.

“What?” You asked softly, even if you knew exactly what he said. Your mind was repeating it over and over again.

“I wanted-” he said with his eyes still closed but then stopped. He let out a long sigh and then opened them to gain courage and locked eyes with you. Once he did, the air entering your body cut off for one second. “I wanted to see you. I don’t know why, I don’t know what the fuck is going on but somehow I can’t stop fucking thinking about you. Somehow there’s a part of my brain that hates you and the other-” he spited out but then stopped, making you more impatient to hear his next words.

“The other what?” You asked, wanting to hear the answer but afraid of it at the same time.

“The other wants to kiss you right now.” Your brain was processing too slowly everything that was going on. It was yelling to you to say something but your mouth wasn’t responding. Everything that had happened over the past days was flying on your head like an old movies. You were finally understanding some of it, but your head was still so confused you couldn’t let out a word.

JJ noticed your silence and because of that, he closed his eyes and looked down, regretting his words. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.” Without giving you time to answer, he turned around to the window with the intention to leave your room behind.

“JJ-”

“Forget I said anything.” He said once his leg was already hanging from your window without giving you any eye contact. Before you could react and say something, he was already out your room leaving with a head full of thought and a stomach full of butterflies.

As soon as your head came back to your room from wherever it was, you heard your dad entering your room and start loudly asking why weren’t you change. You moved your body to your closet to grab a random dress you had in it and throw it into your bed once your dad walked out of your room. Even if he said so many words, you didn’t even heard one. All you could think about was JJ and what he just said. He wanted to kiss you? Since when did he felt like that? Is that why he defended you the other day? So many questions were going through your mind, but once one single question appeared in your mind, that was the only one that started to consume your brain: Do you feel the same as him?

You remembered the moment you saw him once you were under water asking for air, or how you felt every time he walked into the room, butterflies flying around your stomach, or your heart skipping a beat or beating faster. Your enjoyment when he was touching you didn’t passed unnoticed between your thoughts, but before you could think more into it, you were already at the party with your dad having the biggest fake smile in your face.

The party was filled with men talking about business, wine, and another stuff you didn’t cared at all. It seemed like your dad completely forgot about you, since he didn’t even say a word to you since the moment you two walked through the door of that huge mansion. On the inside you were thankful for that, faking a personality to 50 year old men wasn’t something that you wanted to do, not even if it was the thing that was keeping you alive. The drink in your hand was already getting hotter and the gas was going away, but since your mouth wasn’t planning on drinking it you just kept holding it to seem like you were doing something. Your eyes were going through the room to save yourself from the boredom you were feeling, but the moment you felt an arm going around your shoulders your eyes turned to the person now standing next to you.

“Here’s my girl.” He said with his arrogant tone that made you feel disgusted on the inside.

“Rafe.” You said erasing your fake smile from your face.

“Why so serious sweetheart?” He said going down to your lips and then your eyes, after giving a sip to his drink without breaking the eye contact.

You turned your head to the side and without skipping a beat, the words left your lips with a firm tone: “Maybe because you’re here.”

His smile went away from his face and then looked around hoping no one heard that. “Wow, wow, what’s that?” He asked bringing the arrogant smile back to his face. “What did you say? Maybe we should get some fresh air.” He tried to walk you outside but with strength, you didn’t move from your spot.

“Why? So you can hurt me again?” The stare that you were giving him was so strongly that even you felt it. His face went from arrogance from shook and anger, but you without wanting to hear any of Rafe’s words, you left his grip and walked away hoping for him to not follow you. And for your luck, someone called his name and that made him gain the personality of a business man back and let you go, but not before he tried to burn you with his eyes.

As soon as your eyes saw the door that leaded you to the backyard, your feet were already walking towards it, maybe fresh air was going to calm you down and prepare you for the rest of the night. You left the drink on a table once you were outside to walk more deep into the backyard since it looked like it was way more bigger than your own house. So, leaving the party behind, you started to walk towards the big bushes hoping to find something interesting to look at.

A slow wind started to blow around your face as you were getting closer to the end of it, or at least it seemed that it was the end for you. It can’t last forever, but with this kind of people, you never know.

Silence surrounded you, not even the piano from the party could be heard anymore. You were thankful for that, even if you liked the sound of the instrument, you boredom was making you hate it. Looking for something to do, your eyes noticed some little pink flowers growing in one of the bushes, so without waiting around, you got closer to it and gently grabbed one. Your fingers immediately felt the softness of them, it looked so fragile that you made sure to not touch it too much. After letting it go, you took your nose to it to smell it, but before your nose could get to it, a strange noise made you turned around.

“Hello?” You asked and then every horror movie that you ever watched came into your head. Even if your heart started to beat a little bit faster you walked closer to where you heard the noise, expecting to see some type of animal, but when your eyes saw that blonde hair a wave of relief came into your chest. “JJ?” You asked furrowing your eyebrows confused. You looked around hoping nobody saw him. “How did you get in?”

“The have really bad security.” He said while slowly walking towards you. As he was getting closer the poor light of the backyard hit him better. He had his hands inside his pockets and was still wearing the same clothes as the last time you saw him. “Surprises me, you would think people with a house like this would have a decent security system.”

He was talking like nothing had happened hours ago. Like he didn’t confess he wanted to kiss you and then walked away, leaving you behind for your thoughts to eat you alive.

“What are you doing?” You asked while watching him get closer to you without stopping.

“I don’t know.” He said softly. “Lately, I have no fucking clue what I’ve been doing.” You knew that he was talking about his last words to you and the way he was acting. You wanted to responde to that but didn’t know what. Because deep down, you knew that you felt the same way as him. “Is the party going well?”

You sighed looking back at the house. “It sucks.”

JJ let out a tiny laugh making you turn to him and for your heart to skip a beat once it noticed his eyes were looking at yours. “Maybe we should do a party of our own.”

“A Kegger?” You nodded with a smile. “That would be nice.”

Laughs followed your words and that made you enjoy the moment you were having with him, not thinking about was happened and forgetting that it was you and JJ having that conversation. No fight was involved. “Wow, first time without fighting after a long time.” He said like he just read your thoughts.

“Don’t jinxed it.”

He let out a tiny laugh. “I always fuck up everything.”

“I know.” You said jokingly. “That is something that we have in common.”

“Yeah... that’s it.” Once he said those words you noticed his eyes going down to your lips making the butterflies go wild inside your stomach. He was so close that you could even see the details in his face with the little light of the moon and the backyard. His blue eyes were so concentrated in you that you started to feel like he was penetrating you with them, like he wanted to be more closer but his body wasn’t letting them get to where they wanted to be... As that thought came into your head, the realisation of what was happening came into your body and your feet took a step backwards while your head turned to where the party was still happening.

“Maybe you should leave before someone sees you.” You said softly, turning back to see JJ and his eyes on yours.

“Maybe.” He said in the same tone as you did. But he wasn’t moving, instead he stayed glued in his spot, getting to the courage ready to do whatever he wanted to do. “Is Kie here?” He asked.

“She told she had to come but I haven’t seen her yet. Why?”

He bit the corner of his lower lip once you asked that question. You noticed that he took a tiny breath, before doing a quick look to your lips. “Because I just want this to be kept between us.”

“What?” You asked quickly but it was too late, his feet were fast just like his hands because his body was glued to yours and the palm of his hands were grabbing your cheeks. He waited for your response but it didn’t took long, since your lips were already moving along side his. His touch was warm, it felt just like when the sun hits your skin and you feel it entering your body and leaving tiny burn sensations in it. But it wasn’t an annoying feeling, the opposite, you didn’t want it to end. You felt the butterflies in your stomach going into a rave with the single touch of his hand in your waist to pull you closer to him, even if there wasn’t any space left between you two. But that didn’t matter, you both wanted to be as close as possible and that was said in the kiss. The kiss that felt it lasted hours for how much you two felt, but in reality it only lasted seconds before you and JJ pulled away asking for air.

He immediately united his forehead with yours while your eyes were still closed. As much as you wanted to process what just happened, your brain was enjoying the moment so strongly that you just let it happen. A little smile escaped your lips once you felt his thumb caressing your cheek. You opened your eyes to see him staring at you, like he never did before.

He was about to say something but then, a voice talked behind you two.

“Fucking Pogue.” Rafe said with anger once you turned to him. You felt your stomach turn as he started to walk towards the bushes, where you were with JJ.

“Should we run?” He asked, grabbing your hand.

“Are you seriously asking me if we should escape a really angry Rafe?” You asked and JJ let out a funny smile that lead you to let out a laugh. “Fucking go!”

As soon as you said those words, you felt JJ taking your hand away and running towards a part of the house you didn’t notice before. You asked yourself what this place was but then came up with the idea that maybe this was where he got in. You heard Rafe’s footsteps following you closely but the rush was making you ignore it while laughs were coming out of your mouth. You finally felt alive, like you never did before.

You saw a white wall that you quickly deduced you had to climb to get out, and you were right. JJ, with no help at all, climb the wall and sat down at the end of it to reached for you hand.

“Stop!” You heard Rafe yell and you let out a laugh while grabbing JJ’s hand.

And just like that, you were out of the house, leaving the lame party and Rafe behind with JJ still grabbing your hand.

“That was... something.” You said with your heavy breathing once you made sure no one was around and you stopped running.

“Oh, please, you had fun running away.” He said looking at you as he was trying to take his breathing back to normal.

You shrugged your shoulders. “Maybe I did.”

“It’s not going to hurt you if you say I’m right at least once.”

“Oh, it’s going to kill me. I know it. I can feel it.” You touched your chest and JJ let out tiny laugh while shaking his head. You looked at him as his blue eyes were staring at you, and for the first time, you didn’t see any pain and disappointment in them. “This is weird.” You said once your breathing was now normal.

“Good weird of bad weird?” He asked.

“It’s yet to be determined.” You said those words and immediately noticed how a little smile escaped his lips.

“Can I do something to make it more good weird?” He asked softly getting closer to your body and grabbing your waist to pull you closer. This time, you didn’t feel uncomfortable under his eyes, instead, the feeling of warmth they were giving you made you want that feeling to last forever.

With his other hand, he grabbed your cheek and united his forehead with yours, making you feel his breathing against your skin.

“I still hate you.” You said, as his lips were getting closer.

He let out a smile and then nodded impatiently waiting for your lips. Hoping he would end the space between you two you stared at his lips, but instead of united them, they said softly: “Same.”

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Rooftop | JJ. Maybank

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Summary: When Sarah forces the pogues to go to a Kook party, JJ dips early and notices you on the roof, reading peacefully.

Words: 2.6K

A/N: Thank you all for the support on my other fics, it really means a lot to see the love you give me. If you like me to write for anyone, please send me an ask! thank you all again🦆

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"WHY are we even here?" JJ's exasperated tone of words sent the Pogue's including Sarah to eye roll.

"I would much rather be on my couch watching Monster Inc." JJ's childish tone evaporated around the North Carolina frightful breeze that lure them further into the land of predators.

Sarah huffed not wanting to row with the blonde beauty. She frankly understood his anti's of not wanting to prey on the sharks or even share the same air with them, but, Sarah was still a Kook and JJ needed to accept that.

"J, we can just head in there for an hour... drink their alcohol and leave." John B proposed letting his athletic, sternly hands fumble his way into Sarah's palm gifting her with a reassuring squeeze.

JJ's mind was like a cymbal-banging monkey toy that only worked when the indigo eye boy was frustrated and needed leverage, "We are about to attend John B's girlfriend ex-boyfriend's house party because Sarah's ex-boyfriend invited her, and only her." JJ dramatically paused to reminded everyone how fucked up this particular mission is.

"And, here we are, the pogues forcefully dragged by Topper's ex-girlfriend to attend this disgraceful party that could end in two possible ways.."

"Enlighten us." Pope's static tone of sarcasm intrigued JJ to finish his perfectly thought out rant.

"A fight breaks out, or Rafe loses his shit." JJ's arm folded whilst a devilish smile grew onto his bruised porcelain face that everyone admired about the surfer.

"I hate to agree with Scobby but he has a point." Pope's loyalty to JJ never failed him.

Kie and Sarah kept moving forward, dragging their danity flipflops through the frozen golden grains of the earth that held the rich side in place. Being the only two girls of the group they were used to the constant complaints from the men.

"Next time, I'll just invite you Kie." Sarah muttered under her minty breathe. Kiara only nodded in agreement reaching for the handle to enter the shark's den.

"Best behaviour," Kie announced immediately locking eyes with JJ who was infatuated with the silhouette of another human.

"Can't make any promises, Kie." He winked as his eyes were still glued to the frame of darkness that interlocked with his mind that he should be up there and not here.

"Here we go..." Sarah murmured under her breath. "What could possibly go wrong?" Kie shot her eyes back to Sarah who only swung the door opened to be slammed with harsh tones coming from the stereo.

Topper was known for throwing the most extravagant house parties. The music was as loud as thunder; it made the empty beer bottle rattle. Neon lights that were glued to the white walls flashed everywhere like police sirens, but with much more inviting colours.

Over the roar of music, a distant, hazy chatter could be heard. Topper, Rafe and Kelce were chatting up some ladies as there vision was blinded by a bunch of Pogues roaming around like cockroaches.

"What are they doing here?" Kelce mumbled against the illuminated ruby plastic cup that Rafe already broke through his rage.

"Topper is still whipped for my sister." Rafe truthfully announce, causing the blonde short skirted girl to loose interest in his friend.

"Thanks man." Topper's eye rolled extended further as he noticed John B clutching his arm around Sarah's frame, like he used too.

"Anytime." Rafe smirked pulling Kelce's bright yellow polo shirt towards him to confront the intruders. Topper soon joined, staying behind Rafe as he didn't want his perfectly structured face to be bruised.

"What are you rugrats doing here? You aren't allow to be on our turf." Rafe spat not even making eye contact with his younger sister whose frame was hidden behind John B's and JJ.

"We got invited. We just came here to get a little drunk and we will be on our way." JJ broke the silence, squaring up to Rafe's face.

"Don't make me bust your other eye, Maybank." Rafe threatened, clenching his palms ready for another battle.

"Wouldn't dream of it." JJ took Kelce's red cup from his hand drowning the stinging sensation that drew him away from the crowd.

"Where you going?" Pope shrieked as he didn't feel comfortable being left with John B, he wasn't exactly scary like JJ.

"Washroom. I'll be back." JJ reassured his best friend, whose hand was tightly gripped to Kiara's whose face wasn't enjoying the sensation sound of Topper's music taste.

JJ's curiosity always managed to get himself into trouble, whether he was looking for it or not. His mind was reverted back to the shadow of a young female who was on the roof. He knew he shouldn't be preying around Topper's house but, he would of regretted not knowing who that girl was.

His tiny frame ran smoothly around the second floor, each creak that he created with his ripped combat boots made him squint, he noticed a slight acute door open slightly with a streak of light hitting the wooden floors.

The bedroom was furnished on a expensive budget according to the serval layers of blankets that were freshly pressed on the double bed. A messy pile of book were scattered across the white carpet that was caressed with a circular rug that was neatly combed.

He looked up at the walls, admiring the pictures that were taken on a film camera.

"Whose's this girl?" JJ thought as he circled the room, slowly resting his palm on the slik sheets wishing he could have a room like this.

Since JJ was in a trance of what his life was like if he was Kook, he was startled by a soft tune of a sneeze coming from the windowsill. His intrigue body motioned away from the bed, heading towards the half adjecent window that his mysterious girl was resident.

JJ's instincts were never wrong when he assumed the shadow of a girl on the high roof. His head turned towards you, your fully eclipsed body was tainted with a summer dress that fit well on your skin. Under his brief gaze on your exposed skin, you didn't flinch or withdraw from your book. Your shape was already forming into womanhood, yet you were roughly the same age as Sarah: Your twin brother's ex-girlfriend. You revert your attention out of the flood of flowing words and focused them on him, he was something out of a novel you read once.

Dashing, adventurous and fearless. You were polite and offered him a seat next to you, letting the moon expose your vulnerable side which JJ instantly stole as he gently brushes his shoulder against your own.

JJ eccentric side was displayed out in the open and didn't hesitate to make the first move. "What's a pretty girl like you doing on a roof?"

You sauntered in, feeling provocative whilst you brushed your hair from your dainty shoulders, letting his kindly eager cornflower eyes follow your movement.

"I'm not really into the whole drinking vibe... My brother on the other hand is." JJ's pupils grew larger as he pieced the puzzle together, he knew he wasn't the smartest earthling on the island but he just couldn't see the resemblance between you and your brother.

"How is that possible?... Topper has a sister?... Why didn't Sarah mention anything?"

You personally thought his reaction wouldn't be inviting but, his reaction to the news lured you in more like he was siren calling for you. "Well, when my parents had Topper... they decided to conceive again, making me."

JJ nudged you chuckling at your comeback, "I know how sex works. I'm a Maybank."

"Noted." You candid staring at the apex of the deep sliver circle that brought the both of you together.

A heavy silence evaporated over them, thicker than the mucky air making the tension more uncomfortable. Both of your eyes glanced unceremoniously around turning to avoid catching each other glances that happened in the space of a minute.

"What you reading?" JJ noticed an earthy hued of brown colours stuck to her embrace which JJ gazed forced him to stare to create a new conversation.

"Charles Dickens, Great Expectations." He noticed your awkward zoned face shape into a curious, cheeky smile that he first noticed when he intruded.

"Cool. I don't read but Charles Dickens is a great man. One of the best lads out there, wonder what he is doing now?" JJ wondered having no idea that he is in fact six feet under.

You burst out a giggle with a sentiment rosy colour appeared on your cheeks, "Hate to break it to you but the lad is dead. He has been dead for centuries."

JJ was perplexed by your statement. He generally thought he was still alive due to Pope always speaking about him as if he was a local. "I knew that. I was testing your knowledge on Charlie."

You chuckled playing along with his shenanigans but you would be lying to yourself that you weren't intrigued in the fact that he was sitting here when he was supposed to be downstairs. "How comes you are up here? I thought Pogues loved a good party, especially if there's alcohol."

JJ shrugged darting his eyes to meet yours, "Don't take it personally but I'm not a fan of Kooks, especially Topper and his gang."

And this, you thought was going to be the end of your story with the blonde boy. You weren't shocked that he degraded your brother and his friends, you understood the reason.

"I get that. If it makes you feel better, I don't exactly agree with their rules and how they treat you guys. You deserve the same respect we get because one day, Shakesphere's novel of Romeo and Juliet might come true and, I personally don't want to kill myself..." You flirted in a way which the boy would probably take days, in fact, months to work out the metaphor.

"Does that make me Remi?" JJ joked as he kind of liked the way your nose scrunched when he didn't understand literature.

"It's Romeo..." You corrected him again.

"I know. I just wanted to see that little nose scrunch you do when I mess up."

You were stunned that he paid attention to little things about you. It wasn't every day that someone would paid attention to Topper's sister, especially a Pogue. You could sense that he was actually interested in you, and even the novel you were reading.

"Whatcha thinking about, Juliet?" JJ teased letting his hand move the strand of hair from your face, tucking it safely behind your acute ears.

You shrugged, "I just..." You paused, you didn't want to pride your thoughts on the Pogue as you didn't want to scare him away.

"C'mon, pretty girl. What is it?" He interrogated you. He looked down at your fingertips, loosely fighting with each other as you were struggling to form words. He initially engulfed his hands into yours brushing your soft skin to ease your mind.

"You are kind of the first guy to ever notice me, or even pay attention to me... I'm just don't want this night to end." You stutter but with every stroke, he did made your nerves drift away.

JJ instantly brought his broad arms over your waist, pulling your body against his. In seconds your bodies moulded into one. JJ never let another human be so close to him like this, not even Kie. You were different, you weren't like what he thought you would be. There was a purity to you, naivety perhaps, but with a scent of innocent that JJ wanted to protect from the creatures of the night.

You, on the other hand, felt something inside you ignite as his arms firmly were wrapped around your frame. His embrace was like a welcoming invitation to his life, which you would accept in a heartbeat. You didn't really want the party to end nor wanting the moon to disappear as that meant your story was ending.

"You see those two stars that are moulded into one... that's you and i. Whether you feel lost or feel alone, look up into the starry night and call me." JJ managed to sound romantic for a slight second which only made you blush more.

"Poetic... I like it Maybank." You winked whilst your hands fiddled around with his countless threaded bracelets. "I like this one the most... the colours match your eyes."

JJ immediately took the bracelet off, offering your hand. "You can have it. I've seen you admire it since I got here. I have plenty back at home, so this is my peace offering."

You silently accepted the gift, watching the bracelet fit perfectly onto your bony wrist. "It's beautiful." You muttered to yourself.

JJ curved his lips as he slowly lifted your chin up, to get a good view of your face. He admired every little detail but concentrated on your lips. His head was angled slightly to the side as his lips went closer to yours, lighting pressing a small kiss to your rosebud shaped lips. When he kissed her, her identity fell away. It was slow and soft, comforting for the both of you as your tribes rival melted away. JJ's hand rested below his ear, his thumb caressing her cheek as he kept the flow of their lips going neither of them wanting to stop but, the calls from his friends parted them away.

"I better go... they are probably worried that I've got into a fight or something." JJ's face frowned watching your own do the same. "I'll see you tomorrow night, here."

"Are you sure? I don't want you getting into trouble..." You felt your walls began to build, each brick that layered made it harder for you to think that he would ever get into trouble for her, a heartless Kook.

JJ hooked his arms to your neck, "Don't worry about a thing, pretty girl."

You nodded, letting him steal another kiss from you as you watched his frame leave yours. A gush of emptiness flooded your body, as it called for him but he was already gone, vanished into the mucky air of North Carolina. You rallied back to your book, looking down at the texture smiling down as you saw him leave with his friends.

"JJ, where did you go? We were looking all over for you?" Sarah was the one who instigated the conversation since the rest were zoned out.

JJ kept it at a minimal, he didn't want his juliet to be known especially not to Sarah, "around."

Sarah hummed not believing anything JJ was saying. As they entered the van, Sarah noticed a small figure exiting from the roof, "Is that Y/N?"

JJ looked up, watching as you were clenching onto your book rather than watching your balance. "So that's her name.." He muttered to himself giving his face a warm smile.

Sarah turned hearing JJ's comment but decided to play along, "I wonder what she is holding?"

Without even realising JJ answered, "Charles Dickens. Great Expectations."

Sarah only smirked leaving JJ to slam his palm onto his mouth, feeling the metal sting his bruised chapped lips.

"We're you macking on with my ex-boyfriend's sister?" Sarah interrogated the blonde beauty.

"Let's just say that you need to tell me all the ways to sneak into his house." JJ blushed, letting his left foot bring his body up into the van.

Sarah followed behind, looking up one more time to see you peeping, "You got it, lover boy."

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tags: @outrbanks, @honestlyimstilllivinginthe90s, @jjjmaybank, @rudyypankow, @prejudic3, @afterglowsb-tch13, @summerintheobx and @void-maybank

[blueicequeen19]

Attitude Adjustment

Warnings: unprotected sex, oral, use of toys, squirting, the works

I haul my crazy, kicking and screaming girlfriend out the bar over my shoulder. I knew going out was a bad idea. I knew she’d had an attitude all night for no reason. I told her to behave multiple times and she’d told me no or kindly told me to fuck off.

Now we have to leave because she was trying to fight some six-five brick house of a dude for cutting her in line and I wasn’t about to get my ass handed to me because he disrespected her, even as her smart mouth yells profanities over my shoulder.

“What am I going to do with you?” I grumble as I kick the exit door open and make my way across the parking lot.

“Put me down!” She snaps.

I grunt when a sharp slap lands across my ass and I swat hers hard in return. She gasps, falling limp over my shoulder as I walk us over to my truck while massaging away the burn she no doubt felt but also shielding anyone’s view of her exposed ass.

“I can walk you know.” She mutters as I unlock the door on the passenger side and yank it open.

“Do you? Because you seem to have forgotten how to act.” I lower her onto the seat and stare back at her defiant, bratty little eyes. Eyes that were begging for trouble and punishment.

“That’s rich coming from you.” She spats, pursing her lips and crossing her arms like the little brat she is. I take a deep breath as I buckle in her seat belt, making sure to brush against her nipples and earning a gasp as I pull back. I slam the door in her face before she can smart off and round the truck to get in on the driver side. I take my time buckling my own seatbelt and starting the truck as I feel her growing angrier and angrier.

“I didn’t do anything wrong! That guy—.” I cut her off with a warning glare, immediately slapping my hand over her mouth.

“Here’s what going to happen. You’re going to keep this smart mouth shut the whole way home. If you’re good, Ill suck out your soul through that needy little pussy because it’s obvious you need an attitude adjustment.” I savor the way her breathing shallows and her pupils blow as I let my eyes rake over her perfect body, “If not, I’ll edge you until you’re crying and begging then I’ll leave you like that while I go sleep on the couch. Got it?”

She swallows as she nods and I pull back, throwing the truck in gear and starting the twenty minute drive home. Part of me hopes she fails because I get off on punishing her. There’s nothing quiet like having an alpha female begging and at your mercy, desperate for your touch.

Either way, I plan on fucking her throat and making her cry regardless. I keep glancing over at her, watching the way her tits strain against the seat belt and I can’t stop myself from reaching over and palming one. Her eyes narrow at me but she doesn’t say anything as I lightly pinch her nipple. She hisses through her teeth but turns to look out the window, not giving in to my antics.

“Fuck, I don’t know if I’m going to be able to wait until we get home.” I taunt, sliding my hand down between her legs under her skin tight dress and cupping her pussy. Her panties are soaked. I smirk, watching the road as I stroke her clit like some horny teenager that can’t keep his hands to himself.

She snaps her legs closed and turns to face the window, giving me the silent treatment like a good girl. She wants that reward at home. She also knows I hate being ignored. My hands tighten on the wheel as I fight off the anxiety and the urge to beg her to come closer. I promised a punishment and reward so I’m going to see it through.

We reach the old fish shack out in the marsh, not far from John B and Sarah, and she jumps out before I even turn the key off.

“Y/N.” I call, chasing after her as she stomps off towards the house. I grab her elbow and spin her around, throwing her over my shoulder again before she can argue.

“JJ Maybank, I swear to god if you don’t fucking put me down!” She screams, just as I unlock the door and shove it open with a chuckle.

“So feisty today. I think someone needs a spankin’.” My hand slaps down on her bared ass and she yelps followed by a frustrated growl.

“Go fuck yourself.”

“No but I will fuck you. That mouth. That pussy. That ass. In that order.” I kick my shoes off as I make my way down the hallway and to our bedroom. I was practically giddy with excitement as I unbutton my shorts and step out of them as they hit the floor, tossing her onto the bed next. She scurries to the headboard, that defiant look still in her eyes as I toss my shirt next.

“I’m not in the mood.” She scoffs, her dress bunched up around her waist and showing off them thick thighs as she tries to hide her pussy from me.

“Too bad. I am.” I grab her ankles and yank her down to the edge of the bed, fighting back a smirk. I shove her thighs apart as I lean down to kiss her. She opens up for me, threading her fingers through my hair as her tongue dances with mine. My fingers slip between her thighs, finding her nice and soaked for me. I push the thin scrap of fabric to the side to stroke her clit. She pants against my lips, lifting her hips to get me where she needs.

“I was good,” she breathes. “Give me what I want.”

“You are in no position to make demands.” I growl back, my knees hitting the floor anyway as I drape her legs over my shoulders. I’ll never pass up the opportunity to worship her pussy. I kiss along her thighs, biting and licking away the sting as she trembles for more. I move my mouth to her core, leaving feather like kisses everywhere but her clit and she wiggles in frustration, trying to grind her pussy against my face.

“JJ, please!” She cries, tugging hard on my hair to the point it burns.

“I love it when you beg.” I murmur, running my tongue lightly down her slit and she throws her head back, her bottom lip quivering in anguish.

“Please! Please! I can’t take it anymore! I need you, baby. Please.” I don’t waste another second before clamping my hands down on her thighs and burying my face in her sweet slice of heaven.

I flick her clit with my tongue rapidly, keeping the right amount of pressure that has her squirming to get away from me despite her need for her release. She chants my name like a pray, her fingers yanking on my hair as she rides my face until she finally screams just as I suck hard on her clit. My face is soaked but I don’t stop, quickly ripping her second and third orgasms from her until she’s sobbing for relief.

I jump to my feet and push her to her knees even as she shakes violently. She licks her lips, ready for what’s coming as she tries to stay on her shaking knees.

“That was your reward for the drive home. Now take your punishment.” I fist her hair before quickly shoving my cock past her teeth and down her throat. She immediately gags, pushing on my thighs even as she starts to stroke me with her tongue. I groan, my balls already tingling and ready to unload down her pretty throat.

“Fuck.” I moan, fucking her face with two hands, her back against the bed so she can’t retreat. I can’t help the way my head falls back in pleasure, forcing me to look up at the ceiling even as my eyes threaten to roll back. I force myself to look down at her tear streaked face, loving the way her make up is ruined and she continues to gag.

“You’re so pretty like this. Mouth stuffed full of cock. Using those lips to pleasure me.” I groan, pulling out of her mouth just as I’m about to cum. I’m not ready yet. I’m no where near done with her.

I quickly manhandle her onto the bed, forcing her flat on her stomach after stuffing a pillow under her hips then returning to the nightstand for what’s coming next. I return to her, straddling her hips as she shakes her ass at me in offering. I swat each cheek hard but she only groans in response.

“God, this ass.” I groan, palming the flesh for a moment before pouring the lube on her little puckered hole. The cool gel surprises her and she yelps, trying to prop herself up on her elbows but I push her back down.

“Lay down and take it, baby.” I coo, spreading her cheeks with one hand as I slowly start pushing the plug inside. She whimpers from the stretch so I quickly stroke her clit with my free hand, using pleasure to dull the pain.

“That’s it. I told you I’d claim all three holes tonight.” I kiss each of her ass cheeks, loving the plump flesh that still holds my hand print. She’s weak from the multiple orgasms but it doesn’t stop her from casting a defiant look at me over her shoulder as I move in to position.

“Open your mouth and you won’t like what I fill it with.” I warn, silently praying she gives me a reason to gag her but she clamps her mouth shut if only for a moment before I thrust inside her soaked pussy as hard as I can. She shouts in surprise, burying her face in the mattress to stifle her cries as I start to fuck her. My hands come down on either side of her head, holding my body above hers a fuck her hard and deep like we both needed.

“Fuck, J.” She whimpers, her pussy spasming and clamping down on my cock as she nears another screaming orgasm.

“Who do you belong to?” I growl in her ear, knowing she’s seconds away from exploding.

“You! You, J!” She cries, just as her eyes roll back and she squirts everywhere. I chuckle, turning her head to capture her lips with my own. Her kisses are weak and her body is giving out as she shakes violently so I kiss her sweetly as I chase my own release, my balls so full they fucking ache.

“That’s right, baby. I fucking own your ass. Don’t you forget it.”

[maysbanks]

dancing in the dark.

it’s been a hot minute and some of y’all will be surprised that this came from me as i’m very anti rafe but i’ve been in a drew mood for the past couple of weeks and this kinda came from that so enjoy lmao. also i’ll come back and put the read more on tomorrow sorry i’m lazy and wrote this on my phone lol (just imagine this an au kinda thing ok)

this includes rafe being sex on legs, oral sex (female receiving), swearing, mention of alcohol and drug use etc

you’re forced to go to midsummer’s by your friends and the night ends up unexpectedly with rafe cameron three fingers deep in you

“Do you think I should wear a bra with this?” You looked over to Kiara who was stood in front of her wide mirror littered with Polaroids of you and the gang, summer yellow dress held up to her half naked body as she assessed her appearance. Your eyes rolled, a heavy sigh emitting from your lips.

“I don’t know Kie, how about you not wear the dress at all and ditch the Kook fest and stay in with me?” You tried, (about your thousandth attempt at getting her to see sense and not force you to go to Midsummer’s with her), but all you got in return was another eye roll and laugh from your curly haired friend, who turned and sent you one of her signature ‘I’m very much done with your shit’ looks.

“We’re going,” she stressed, and you whined, throwing your body back atop her bed and holding a pillow over your face in silent protest. “Stop being such a baby and get over yourself. We’re all going, it’s not like I’m just feeding you to the lions.”

She had a point, but you refused to admit it. You’d be in a mood all night if it meant you were to attend Midsummer’s, which Kie was forcing all of you to go to. She was the only Kook in your group of friends, which meant she was the only one that attended the party every year, but this year John B was also invited along due to Sarah Cameron being his girlfriend (he’d protested just as much as you when he first found out), and Pope would be there anyway because him and his dad would be working there for the night with their barbecue, and so Kie had the bright idea to invite the remaining two of you along; you and JJ.

If you were throwing a hissy fit, then JJ would be ten times worse. You could just imagine him stomping his booted feet as he refused to put on the suit that John B forced him to rent, and you wouldn’t be surprised if he’d somehow managed to crawl out of a window and escape the desperate clutches of his best friend. The thought almost made you laugh out loud, but then you remembered you were in a mood and clamped your lips shut beneath the silky purple pillow you still held captive over your head.

“Please don’t make me go,” you pleaded. You grunted when a sudden weight landed on your abdomen, the pillow you were clutching wrenched from your hands and thrown across the room, your eyes landing on Kiara’s who frowned down at you from her position straddling your waist. (If anyone were to walk in then and there and see you both half naked on her bed you were sure you’d give them a heart attack.) “Please, Kie. I’m begging you.”

Kie sighed. “It’s one night, you can manage for one night ‘kay. I’ve been doing this practically my whole life and I’ve survived, so can you.” You groaned at her matter of fact tone, huffing when she shifted her weight and gripped your cheeks in her hands, effectively cutting off any whining you were about to do and squishing your face between her hands. “Now, shut up moaning, get off my bed, and get dressed. You look so hot, and you’re going to look even hotter in that dress.” Her face suddenly changed, the stern glare morphing into a cheeky grin. “Who knows, maybe your night will end up with you on your knees.”

“Ugh, Kie!” You groaned, shoving her off of you and trying your best to ignore her cackle that had your lips quirking upward. Sending her a quick glare, you eyed the dress she chose for you that was hanging on her wardrobe door. “Fine, I‘ll go. But I’ll be complaining the whole time.”

• • •

Turned out Kiara was right, you did look hot in your dress. It wasn’t often that you did dress up, being a Pogue in the Outer Banks there was never really any reason to, and it’s not like you could afford it anyway. You really didn’t want to know how much the dress you were wearing cost, the expensive feeling fabric enough to make you cringe. It was pretty, the emerald green a stark contrast to Kie’s light yellow, the smooth silk cooling you down in the humid summer evening. It was a deep plunge, the sides of your boobs mildly exposed enough to have people turning their heads or dipping their eyes down to catch a glance. The skirt fell mid length just a bit under your knees, but your legs were exposed nicely due to the slits on both sides that began at your mid thigh. With a pair of heels that you also borrowed from Kie’s wardrobe, you had to admit you looked the part and some more for an evening at Midsummer’s.

“Holy shit,” Pope breathed when he saw you, standing alone at the grill he would be tending to for most of the night. “You’re wearing a dress.”

“Nice observation skills, Caption Obvious,” you sassed, still in a bitter mood over your attendance at the event but feeling a little better with a beer in your hands. Your lips curled in mild disgust as you glanced around you, everywhere you looked a rich and stuck up Kook would be stood there, nursing their expensive cocktails and whiskey with the finest suits and dresses on as they made idle chat about where they’d be vacationing to and what newest model of car they’d just gotten. “I can’t believe I’m here. Midsummer’s sucks.”

Pope nodded in agreement to your statement, looking away from you briefly to flip over a burger sizzling on the grill. “Least you haven’t got it as bad as John B, Sarah’s been at him all day, making sure that he turns up. Poor guy has no idea what’s coming for him, spending the night talking to Ward and all his rich buddies.”

Just as Pope mentioned the man’s name, said man and his family appeared at the door of the country club, making their grand entrance as usual, all eyes turning to gawk as the Cameron family stride in, Ward and Rose in front (you tried not to stare too hard at the concoction atop the blonde woman’s head, it would hurt your eyes), Wheezie just behind them, grinning at the attention she was receiving, Sarah a little behind her, dragging along an embarrassed looking John B on her arm (you and Pope shared a look and snorted simultaneously).

Your eyes, however, upon returning on the Cameron clan, suddenly couldn’t look away from the person right at the back of the group, dragging his feet with a small frown on his pink lips and hands in his pockets as he ignored all extended hands held out for him to shake and instead assessed the crowd stood beneath him, as if looking for someone. You took the time to glance him over, appreciating the way his body looked in a light grey suit, black dress shirt beneath complimenting the outfit perfectly. You’d noticed his hair a bit ago, the times you’d crossed paths or seen him around town you couldn’t help but notice it - he’d stopped gelling it and wore the dark blonde strands freely, letting it flop on his forehead in a way you thought attractive. From the last time you’d seen him he’d obviously gotten in a fight (not surprising for his character), as he was sporting a bruised cheek on his right side. All in all, he looked fucking good. And you hated to admit it, because he was Rafe Cameron. And you were meant to hate Rafe Cameron.

When his light blue eyes landed on you though, all thoughts of that kind left your mind and all that was left was the ones that had you mentally undressing him. As if knowing your exact thoughts, his lips curled into a smirk as he stared you down, neither of you breaking the contact. That lasted a whole 56 seconds (were you counting?) before the trance was broken for you, and you were knocked on the shoulder by an aggressively big hand that belonged to JJ Maybank.

“I can’t fucking believe I’m here right now,” he whined in a high pitched voice, Kie on his other side rolling her eyes, Pope chuckling amusedly at his friend. You ignored them all, turning your head back desperately hoping that Rafe hadn’t moved in the few seconds you looked away, your heart hammering wildly in your chest when he realised no, he had not, and was still staring at you from across the lawn, this time his eyes swooping down your figure and taking you all in, a hand rested at his jaw and fingers dangerously close to his lips as he did. When he was finished, he caught your eyes again, this time sending you a wink and a smile when all you could do was stare back with parted lips. “Hellooo, is anyone in there?”

You turned briefly to JJ who along with Pope and Kiara was staring at you and sending you confused looks, and you swallowed as you questioned them, handing JJ the drink in your hands he requested and denying the offer of weed. The three sent you crazed glares when you refused, after all weren’t you the one that downright refused to attend and made a big deal out of it and specifically said ‘that somebody had better smuggle in some good booze and weed to get me through the night’. But all that had left your mind the minute your eyes landed on Rafe Cameron, and you had other ideas on how to get through the night - hopefully ending up with you sat on his dick.

When you looked back at where Rafe was stood, however, you were disheartened to see that he’d moved, and when you looked around the lawn to try and spot him you saw him stood in the midst of a conversation with Topper and Kelce, his mouth moving and his words directed at them, but his eyes still on you.

Your lips pulled into a small smirk as you decided waiting a while wouldn’t hurt, if it meant the night would end up how you wanted it to, which you were positive it would as Rafe licked his lips, slowly and purposely, his eyes dancing along your figure. You just hoped it would be soon, because you weren’t sure how long you could last without feeling his hands on you.

• • •

“Fuck, these heels are so uncomfortable,” you muttered, stood off to the side with the gang as you sneakily passed vodka disguised in a water bottle between the five of you, John B having escaped the clutches of Ward Cameron and his rich buddies to join you all in complaining and making fun of the festivities that Midsummer included.

“Take em off,” John B suggested with a careless shrug, yours and Kiara’s shared scoff at the possibility of it making him frown.

JJ grinned lazily, “Nah, nah, what she needs to take off is that dress,” he gestured to you, finger pointing accusingly at your semi exposed chest. “I mean, is there even any point in wearing anything? You might as well, y’know, liven up this party while you’re at it.”

“In your dreams, Maybank,” you rolled your eyes, taking a swig of the bitter alcohol when Pope passed it to you, ignoring JJ’s return of ‘oh trust me, it will be’. “I have other plans on how to liven up this party anyways, for me, at least.”

Kie’s brows furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean?” She voiced the gang’s thoughts, waving a hand in dismissal as the alcohol was offered to her, holding a hand on her stomach to show that she’d had enough and felt sick. You just grinned cheekily, taking a hit of the vodka next when Pope also refused.

As if he knew exactly what you were just talking about, a voice suddenly sounded from somewhere behind you, the distinct attractiveness of it causing your head to turn and your eyes to meet Rafe’s as he stood a bit away from you and the gang, hands once again in his pockets of his slacks as he seemingly ignored the rest of your friends, eyes only on you. A smile made its way onto your face without you even realising, and it was as if John B had been shot right in the stomach when he came to the realisation, a loud groan of protest leaving his mouth.

“C’mon, you can’t be serious,” he practically pleaded, the remaining three of your friends still clueless and confused as to what was going on as they chorused their questions. You ignored them all, shoving the near empty bottle into John B’s hands and sending the guys a wide smirk and wink before you turned on your heels and made your way towards where Rafe was seemingly waiting, a smug smirk on his own pretty pink lips. “Oh my god, she is! She actually is!”

You were too far away by the time you made it to Rafe to hear exactly what your friends were saying, but you were close enough to hear their collected groans of disgust and exclaims of protest when John B had finally explained what was happening. You payed no mind, even when JJ shouted after you in warning, your feet landing you right in front of Rafe. The dirty blonde swiped his tongue over his teeth as he took you in so up close, his eyes glistening under the shine of the fairy lights hung up all over. He stared at you for what felt like an eternity before he glanced over your shoulder, taking note of your foul faced friends.

“Seems like they don’t want you to come with me,” he spoke in a low voice, the rumble of it so close to you and the suggestion of his words sending shivers down your body and right to your core.

You shrugged simply. “I don’t really give a fuck.” You informed him promptly, your words making a grin form on his face.

“Then let’s go, baby.” You wasted no time in taking his outstretched hand, letting him lead you away from the crowd and out towards the back. You had to put your full trust in him then, you had no idea as to anything about the country club, had no possible clue as to where he was taking you, but you found no issue in trusting him, the need for him to fuck you senseless the only thing staying in your mind.

It was when you landed in a hallway upon entering the building from a back door when he let go of your hand and instead raised them to your face, pulling you close to his body and your head near his as he pressed his lips against yours with a certain kind of desperation you’d never felt before. You gasped into his mouth at the intensity of it, hands moving to grip his hair between your fingers as he backed you up and pressed you flush against a wall, his knee resting between your legs.

When he pressed it slightly against you, you couldn’t do anything else but moan into his hot kiss, heavy rasps of breath escaping your chest. Rafe pulled back slightly, cheeks flushed and lips cherry red, his pupils dilated and staring you down. He did the same action, watching you this time, and when you moaned just a little bit louder and threw your head back to bang against the wall, your hands gripping his shoulders tightly, Rafe let out a low groan. “You’re so fucking hot,” he mumbled as he pressed up against you once more, hands at your hips and bundling your dress between his large digits, causing the fabric to ride up your legs just a little. “Dressed up all nice, your tits fucking perfect and practically pooling out, you like the attention on you don’t you, baby?”

You never thought you did until now, but you weren’t about to tell him that, simply nodding your head at his words in an attempt to make him kiss you again with those beautifully sinful lips. Rafe did no such thing though, instead looking to you with those pretty blue eyes as he gripped the dress tighter in his palms, the fabric moving higher, exposing more and more, his thigh pressing to you again. You let out a whine at the feel of it, lips parting in pleasure at his actions. “Let me hear you say it, baby. Say you like the attention.”

“I like it,” you gasped out, desperate for him to do something, anything, even in this dimly lit hallway where anyone could catch the both of you. “I like it so fucking much, Rafe. I like the feel of eyes on me, especially yours.”

Rafe moaned low in his throat, one hand moving to grip your jaw as he kissed you, lips moving open with yours and slipping his tongue in your mouth, the grip he had tightening ever so slightly the more time that went by. You had no idea when he'd picked you up, forcing your legs around his waist and pressing you further into the wall, his lips leaving yours to leave hot, open-mouthed kisses along your neck, chest and shoulders. You almost lost it completely when he trailed further down, following the plunge of your dress and kissing the space between your tits, sucking ever so gently. “Fuck, Rafe,” you moaned when his body seemed to go down with his head, ending up with you practically sitting on his squatted knees as he gripped your sides with his large palms, holding your body to him tightly as he continued his trail of warm and wet kisses on your exposed skin.

Rafe allowed his tongue to lick a stripe of your exposed tit on your left side, the whine that emitted from your lips at his sinful action echoing in the hallway. Rafe pulled his head back from you, eyes blown wide as he looked to you. “Fucking Christ, do you wanna get caught baby?”

At the half-assed shake of your head, too desperate to feel his mouth back on you, his hands trailed down your body and instead clutched your ass, holding you possessively to him as he straightened his knees and stood straight, a gasp emitting from your lips when he did so and caused friction right to your pussy at the movement. Rafe seemed to realise what he did at the same time you did, and the moan that left his own mouth was one you never wanted to forget. “Fuck, let’s get you out of here.”

The best place available in the country club turned out to be the family bathroom. You had no time to dwell on how big the space was, almost as big as your entire living room in your house, before you were set down on the marble counter and pulled back to Rafe’s mouth once more. You wasted no time in returning his hot kiss, your hands at the back of his neck as his slid under the slits of your dress and clutched your thighs for a few seconds before trailing higher and landing one hand over your thin panties, cupping your pussy.

“Fuck me,” you moaned loudly. Rafe grinned against your lips, pearly white teeth clashing with your own.

“That’s the plan, sweetheart,” he mumbled against you and you panted as he started to move down your body, peppering kisses along your body on his way, before he landed between your legs, his palms on your knees as he kneeled on his own. “Open your legs,” he demanded and you did as asked with no hesitation, causing him to chuckle darkly. “Needy aren’t we, baby?”

Of fucking course you were, you wanted to say. You’d been waiting for this all night, you wished to speak. But you bit your tongue, not wanting to delay any action any further. When you didn’t answer, however, Rafe tugged on the back of your knees slightly, causing your ass to slip from the counter a little bit, your pussy more exposed and closer to his face as he awaited your response. “Yes, Rafe! I’m fucking needy.”

“Good girl,” he cooed, and you whined lightly when he blew on your core, goosebumps forming on your skin. Rafe bundled your dress in his warm palms, moving it so it was above your hips and you were fully on show to him, your white lace panties completely soaked through. Rafe groaned at the sight, looking at your pussy like it was water and he hadn’t had a drink in days. “So fucking wet,” he muttered, more to himself than you, and you weren’t sure if he wanted an answer to that but he didn’t wait for one anyway, pulling your panties down your legs and throwing them carelessly behind him. “I’ve been waiting for your pretty pussy all night.”

“Oh god,” you moaned when his fingers trailed along you, large digits on either side of your clit as he pressed them together and grinned when you screamed at the friction. You watched as his dirty blonde head went between your thighs, and felt his hot mouth on you not a second later. He was so fucking good, you thought, you never wanted this to end even though it had only just started, not wanting to waste another minute of your life without Rafe Cameron between your thighs.

His tongue was leaving long trails, and he flattened it out against you making you shiver. One hand left your knee to grip the back of your calf as he slipped his tongue in your pussy, your head banging against the mirror behind you. His fingers followed after, his tongue leaving you only to be replaced by his long digits as you moaned helplessly from above him, one hand gripping the counter while the other tugged on his hair. When you pulled particularly hard on the strands, he would hum against you and it would send a whole new wave of pleasure throughout your body that you had to stop yourself from screaming too loudly every time.

You could distinctly hear the beat of the music coming from the party occurring outside, the beginning of Bruce Springsteen’s smooth voice hitting your ears as he sang along to Dancing In the Dark, before the sound was replaced by your own scream as Rafe entered a second finger into your pussy, his tongue sucking on your clit simultaneously.

Everything was too much and you weren’t sure how much more you could take, feeling the familiar build of light pressure in your belly as you managed to rasp out, “Rafe, I’m gonna cum,” into the room, and you weren’t even sure he heard you before he pulled his face away, his fingers moving at a perfect rhythm and pace still within you.

“Hold it, baby,” he was saying, blue eyes staring up into your own as you shook your head in a silent plea, begging to be able to let go. The hand that wasn’t fucking you reached up under your dress and found your tit, fondling it in his palm and lightly squeezing your nipple between the rough pads of his fingertips. “C’mon baby, just a second. You think you can take another finger?”

You were practically seeing stars already, your orgasm right there within reach, but you nodded despite yourself, wanting this wonderful feeling to never end. Rafe smiled as he moved his head in closer again, pressing a kiss to your clit as he mumbled, “That’s my girl,” into you before adding another finger as promised, three fingers deep in your cunt.

The feel of his fingers fucking you, his mouth upon you, the excitement of the night and thrill of the possibility of getting caught in the bathroom at the country club, mixed with the thud of the music and low groans from Rafe was evading every one of your thoughts and you couldn’t think clearly, you weren’t even sure what you were doing, but you knew that you were begging, praising, screaming into the thick air that the pair of you had created. Rafe’s head was still buried deep between your thighs, and the sight of him down there could have ended you in itself.

“Cum for me, baby,” the vibration of his voice on your cunt had you gasping, fingers knotting in his hair as your spine curled so much that your forehead was pressed against the cool glass of the mirror you were seated against, shoving your pussy further up into his mouth and effectively causing his fingers to curl beautifully inside you. “C’mon, sweetheart. Let go.”

It hit you like a train: your vision blurred, your chest heaved, your stomach clenched, and your legs and arms turned to jelly. Throughout it all Rafe still remained there, fingers buried in you and riding out your orgasm with you. His mouth detached from your pussy and he chose to watch you come undone by him instead, his cherry red lips parted in amazement as he watched you scream from above him. You gasped as you felt his fingers leave you, opening your eyes to watch him take the soaked digits into his mouth and suck them clean, a moan of approval leaving his mouth at the taste. You had no time to register him going back in, his mouth back on your pussy and licking you clean of your cum, a loud and needy whine falling past your lips at the sight.

When he pulled back, a satisfied smile upon his glistening lips, he wasted no time in leaning up and pressing back against you, one arm curling round your back and pulling you flush against him, the other in your hair as he kissed you, the taste of you on his tongue.

“I think you should come to Midsummer’s more often,” he mumbled, and you smiled against his lips, legs wrapping around his waist and heels pressing to his ass causing him to rub against your exposed core.

“If it’s gonna end up with me getting fucked by you in the bathroom every time, then I don’t see why I should complain.” You cheekily taunted, your own lips moving along his jaw.

Rafe growled low in his throat, his blue eyes catching his reflection in the mirror behind you, watching as you sucked on his neck. He grinned to himself, a hand palming your ass as he watched.

“How about I fuck you right now against this counter and make you watch, huh?”

(Fuck, maybe Midsummer’s wasn’t so bad as you originally thought after all.)

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72 for Hotchniss but can you include the team too? Maybe encouraging Em? 😆

Sorry this wasn’t as much of the team as I was planning, but it's already too long to be considered a drabble lol. Hope you still like this!

72 “Ah, he’s playing hard-to-get. that’s cute.”

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Smut, oral, Emily thinking that she’s in charge when we all know that Hotch is.

Whenever Aaron and Emily fought they tried their absolute hardest not to alert anyone on the team. It was one thing arguing and screaming at home, quite another to do it at work. They had both agreed very early on that at the office, they were colleagues first, lovers second, it was the way it had to be for it to work. And it did, 99% of the time no one would ever guess that they were together, but that other 1%, that was what drove Emily absolutely crazy.

“Why are you fighting with Hotch?” Dave asked casually, his cup of coffee in hand as he leaned against her desk.

“We’re not fighting.” She told him quietly and she ignored the way the older man all but huffed at her.

“I didn’t say that you were, I asked why you are fighting with Hotch.” He gave her one of his knowing smiles when she turned in her chair to face him fully. “Aaron doesn’t argue at the office, but you, my dear, have a temper.” The eyeroll he got in return made him chuckle.

“We have a case.” JJ interrupted the pair before she could give Dave a piece of her mind and with a heavy sigh she got up and followed him to the round table room.

That night in the lobby of their hotel in New York JJ approached her with her bag thrown around her shoulder.

“So Hotch just informed me that I’m rooming with you, everything alright?” Her blue eyes watched as Emily’s darkened.

“We’re in the middle of a fight, I guess he knows that I’ll go off on him if we share.” She started to walk toward the elevator with the blonde.

“That doesn’t seem like Hotch.” She pressed the button for the elevator just in time to see Emily draw a deep breath.

“He also knows that the second I’m done screaming at him I’ll be fucking his brains out.” The dirty look Emily sent JJ caused the blonde to let out a sound of disbelief.

“Emily!” She chastised with a grin of her own just as the doors opened and they got in.

“What can I say, it’s hot.” The brunette shrugged as she pressed to button to their floor. “But he made this whole speech the other night about not using the fact that he can’t say no to me against him, so now he’s keeping his distance.”

“Ah, he’s playing hard-to-get. That’s cute.” JJ knew that Emily had their boss wrapped around her finger, not that he’d ever admit that. But he was so deeply in love that he probably wouldn’t deny her anything and she also knew that Emily was too stubborn to let him get the best of her.

What JJ didn’t know was that Aaron had Emily just as wrapped around his own pinkie, just in another way.

“Exactly.”

“You know what, I think Aaron is sharing a room with Spence.” Emily watched as JJ picked up her phone “I’ll just room with him and you can go to Hotch’s, get this whole thing over with.” Emily was about to shake her head no when she continued. “Honestly he’s being such an ass because you’re fighting that it’ll help the entire team.

How was Emily supposed to argue with that?

Aaron came into his room not too long after the rest of the team. He was not looking forward to a sleepless night with nothing but Dave’s snoring to keep him company. But then he walked into the room and was somehow not surprised when he found Emily on his bed, dressed in one of his shirt that she had now claimed as hers and nothing else.

“JJ.” She told him easily before he had the chance to ask and he sighed.

“I don’t want to fight.” He told her quietly as he put his briefcase down and removed his suit jacket.

“I don’t either, I want to fuck.” She leaned back on her hands and spread her legs wide, showing her creamy thighs and a peak of her naked center.

“Emily, no.” He tried to ignore the fact that his cock was already twitching at the sight. “I told you, we can’t have sex every time we have an argument.”

“It’s not every time.” She gave him an eyeroll as she got up from the bed, closing in on him slowly. Emily gripped his tie and pulled him down closer to her, her lips barely grazing his “Is it my fault that I want you?” She breathed against his lips, her eyes on his.

“Emily…” He knew he would lose to her; he always did when she was like this. His hands gripped her naked hips and rubbed absentmindedly. “We still have to talk about this.” Aaron closed his eyes as she kissed his jaw, down his neck, soft kisses against his skin that made him shudder.

“We will, when we get home.” She promised against his ear as her fingers started to work on the buttons of his shirt. She could feel him straining inside his pants, press against her as his hands moved up her body, dragging the shirt with him in the process. She knew she had him when he gripped the back of her neck and kissed with a low growl, easily taking his control back.

Aaron moved her toward the bed, threw her shirt away as they went. Her hands had already gotten the buttons of his shirt undone and was working on getting his pants off as she sat down on the soft bed. She dragged his pants and boxers down his hips and was almost slapped in the face by his hard cock, a low moan escaping her lips as she took in the sight if him, thick and hot in her hand.

He fisted her hair and angled her face to look up at him as she took him in her mouth. Her soft lips wrapped around the head and then her tongue pressed against the underside of his shaft, making him groan. She sucked him eagerly, taking as much as she could down her throat as she watched the pleasure on his face. Her hand gently tugged and massaged his balls, knew how much he loved when she did that. She could feel the tears in her eyes as she gagged on him, his hips thrusting shallowly against her face and forcing her to take more of him.

She pressed her own fingers between her legs, her clit aching and she moaned softly around him, the vibrations from her throat making Aaron hiss in pleasure.

“You want me to fuck you?” He groaned when he saw her hand between her legs, her fingers wet in the light of the room. When she nodded, cock still in her mouth he let go of her hair and pushed her down on the bed. She spread her legs wide and with a slow push he pressed inside of her.

He found her clit and rubbed it with his thumb as he found a rhythm. He fucked her with long, deep strokes that pushed her entire body up the bed. She was gripping the comforter, a string of breathless moans and whimpers leaving her lips until he could feel the familiar feeling of her clenching around him.

“You want to cum?” It was rhetorical, he loved knowing that no matter how much she wanted to be in control, when they were screwing he was the one in charge. Aaron watched as she nodded, his name a plea.

“Aaron, yes please.” Her back arched as he pressed against her clit harder, changed the angle of his thrusts just a tiny bit and then she was cuming, her whole world blurring. She buckled against him, rode the pleasurable wave for as long as possible and when he came inside of her she could feel another wave of bliss run through her at the warm feeling inside of her. She sighed happily as he leaned over her, kissed him as the last of his orgasm crashed through him.

“I’m still mad at you.” He muttered but his words were laced with affection.

“I know.” She assured with a gentle smile as she stroked the back of his neck affectionally.

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Be Kind (r.c)

Summary: the facade Rafe puts up has caused tension in your relationship

AN: this is inspired by the song ‘Be Kind,’ by Marshmello and Halsey. also threw a little klaroline quote in there

quick PSA, i don’t condone anything Rafe does in the show at all. He killed a cop and was just a sadistic asshole. SO THIS IS NOT CANON RAFE i just wanted to make that clear and i DO NOT condone domestic violence of any kind, verbal or physical.

You’ve put up with Rafe Cameron for two years. But you didn’t used to phrase it like that until recently.

Rafe puts on a mask when he’s with Topper or Kelce or any of his other Kook friends. He never used to do that with you. He wasn’t afraid to show how he was really feeling. But when he turned to drugs, that mask was kept on permanently.

He wasn’t kind to you anymore. Didn’t call to ask how your day was, didn’t stay up late with you combing his fingers through your hair while he vividly described your future after college.

It was almost as if the cocaine made that version of him dormant. It wasn’t something you ever planned on getting used to. But for the foreseeable future, you had too. 

There was a huge Kook party that was being held at your house, your younger brother Topper being the host.

That’s how you and Rafe initially got together. It didn’t matter that you were one year younger. The connection was there. 

All of your ‘friends’ were there and you somehow managed to convince Topper to invite the Pogues. They were more your friends than anyone on Figure 8 anyways.

You didn’t know Rafe had brought the drugs. Not until Kiara was the one to point it out. He had told you he quit a long time ago so you had to see it for yourself. 

“Y/N, I thought you said Rafe quit?” She asked. You followed where she was pointing and saw your boyfriend doing a line off the glass coffee table.

Both Kie and JJ saw your face contorted with not just anger, but disappointment and disgust as well.

Rafe gets angry when he’s high so you knew you had to get him somewhere quiet until he came down. Usually he always started a fight with JJ or some other random person just for the sake of fighting. 

You carefully approached him, him having at least four inches of height over you.

“Baby, maybe we should go get you some water.” You said sweetly, touching his arm gently. “I’m fine, Y/N.” He protested, pulling his arm back rather violently. “Rafe, come on.” You said, masking the fear you were feeling. 

You kept pushing and hoping he’d give in to your pleas. “God, Y/N, you’re so fucking clingy! No wonder none of us like you.” He spat back at you.

By that point, everyone was watching in anticipation to see how you’d react to your boyfriend speaking to you like that. “That’s enough, man.” Topper interjected.

His words hurt you and that was clearly evident due to the tears that welled up in your eyes. “Alright, fine. You wanna be an asshole, that’s on you.” You snapped, turning to walk away from him. “Don’t turn your back on me!” Rafe bellowed. “I should have turned my back on you months ago with all the shit you’ve put me through!” You yelled back. 

You thought he’d scoff and roll his eyes like every other argument. What you didn’t see coming was Rafe bringing his hand up as if he were going to hit you. Rather harshly by the looks of it. 

The action made you flinch as Topper moved quickly to stand in between you and Rafe, as JJ and John B pulled you away.

The realization of what Rafe could have potentially done finally hit him when he saw the look on your face as JJ had his arms wrapped around you and his face softened.

“Y/N, I-I don’t know-“ He started before you cut him off. “Fuck you, Rafe. We’re done.” You sneered, before letting JJ and Kiara take you away from the party.

Once you had left, the mood of the party died completely. People beginning to clear out and Rafe standing there, trying to understand what just happened.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Topper yelled at his friend. “Topper,” Rafe started. “That’s my sister, dude! And she loves you, would do anything for you and you were going to hit her!” Topper said. “She was good for you. And you threw her away.” He added, before walking off to clean up the mess.

Rafe stood there, not a single ounce of a solution in his brain. Topper was right. You were the best thing that happened to him and he treated you like shit. And he knew he was doing it too. It was always after his dad tore into him about something he messed up. So he didn’t believe he deserved you so he pushed you away.

Ever since he started doing drugs, he gave you every reason to leave. But you never did. Not until you thought he was actually going to physically hurt you.

Rafe would never think of laying a finger on you in a way that would hurt you. But when he was on cocaine, he wasn’t Rafe. And clearly that didn’t stop him from hurting you verbally.

The Pogues brought you to the Chateau after JJ pulled you away from your own house. You hadn’t said a word since then and it was starting to worry JJ and Sarah.

JJ had known you just as long as he had known John B and he knew you better than most. You were a Kook but long before the prejudices started, you were their best friend.

Which was why he knew that when you weren’t talking, there was too much going on in your head.

The rest of them went inside while you sat on the front porch. JJ and Sarah stopped in the doorway and looked from you to each other.

JJ slightly nodded his head before walking over to sit by you.

“You can talk about it. You know you can tell me.” He said. You let out a deep breath before resting your head on your friend’s shoulder.

“He didn’t used to be like that. He was good to me but then he started doing the drugs and it just got worse.” You started. “Do you think it’s me? And it isn’t really because of the drugs?” You added.

JJ moved so he could look at you before he spoke. “You’re my best friend, Y/N. And I can tell you that it has nothing to do with you. It’s on Rafe if he can’t see what he’s had next to him for two years.” He said.

You have him a sad smile before putting your head back on his shoulder.

—

It had been two weeks since you had broken up with Rafe. His efforts to get you to talk to him happened every day, relentlessly.

Rafe showed up to your house not knowing that you weren’t there. When the door opened, Topper saw a very distraught Rafe standing there.

“What are you doing here?” Topper asked. “I need to see Y/N.” Rafe answered. “She’s not here. She’s with Sarah and Kie.” Topper told him.

That was when Rafe had taken off the mask, taken down the facade, and let all of his emotions show.

Topper had never seen his friend in such a fragile, emotional state before. “There’s no way out of this, bro. She’s never gonna come back to me.” Rafe cried.

“You know what you need to do then? Stop doing drugs. Stay sober and never even attempt to lay a hand on her again.” Topper told him. “I need to see her. I need to know that there’s still a chance.” Rafe said.

Topper sighed before checking the time on the Rolex on his wrist. “She’ll be home in fifteen minutes. You can wait for her upstairs.” He said.

Rafe thanked Topper quickly before rushing upstairs. He entered your room and felt the difference of tone in the room. It felt sad and different and he knew that he was the reason for it.

He could easily spot out the holes on your dresser where picture frames used to be. Pictures of the two of you that you couldn’t stand to look at anymore. He noticed the top drawer was open and empty. The drawer that held a couple of his t-shirts and sweatpants for when he’d spend the night. They were now in a duffle bag on the floor. 

Another thing he noticed was the Midsummer’s dress you were supposed to wear to match him. It was placed back in the garment bag and hanging on the back of your bedroom door. Probably so your mother could take it back. 

He remembered how excited you were to wear it, you tried it on for him and modeled it for ten minutes before he convinced you to hang it back up in your closet. 

About fifteen minutes later, Rafe heard the front door open before hearing your voice call out to your brother, causing his heart to speed up.

“Topper, I’m home!” You called, as you walked up the staircase to your room. “Wait, Y/N, I need to warn you.” Topper stopped you. “About?” You questioned. “Rafe.” Topper answered.

Your face fell at his words, not needing a further explanation. “He’s here?” You asked. “Yeah. He’s in your room.” He said.

You sighed as you nodded your head curtly before continuing your trek to your room.

Opening the door, you saw Rafe seated on the edge of your bed with tears in his eyes. A photo of to two of you in his hands. It took everything you had not to just run over there and tell him everything was going to be okay.

“What are you doing here, Rafe?” You asked, keeping your composure. “I needed to see you. To apologize for-“ He stopped himself, not wanting to relive that night’s events.

“I’ve been clean since that night but I can’t do this without you. It’s so hard. I start thinking about you and then how I lost you and it makes me want to just forget about it for a while. I need your help, Y/N. Please.” He added.

You looked at him, the broken boy who sat in front of you and sighed. This was the Rafe you missed and it seems as if you were starting to get him back.

“No more drinking. And no more drugs. Rafe, what you did scared the hell out of me. I’ve never seen you like that before. Yelling at me and telling me that I’m clingy and bitchy is one thing but hitting me is unforgivable.” You spoke.

Rafe stood up and approached you feeling a sense of hope. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I will never do anything like that again, I promise. Just please forgive me. I love you.” He said.

You took a moment to process his words and to find any trace of a lie. But when you couldn’t find one, you gave in. 

“If it happens again, I’m done.” You said quietly. “It won’t. I promise.” Rafe said. You nodded your head as Rafe pulled you into him. It wasn’t until then that you had let out the sobs you were so desperately trying to keep in. 

The two of you stayed that way, holding each other and just crying for what felt like hours. 

“You’re a mess.” You laughed, wiping the tears off of his face. “Yeah, you’re one to talk.” Rafe replied. “You know that I love you, right?” He asked. You nodded your head before speaking. “I love you too.” You replied. 

[fivelakesinwriting]

Out of Character (Rafe Cameron) Part Eleven

Author's Notes: Thank you for sticking with me through this story. I think this may be one of the longer chapters I've written in a while! I hope you all enjoy it! xoxo

Warnings: Swearing, A little bit of violence, Sexual innuendos - sexual references .

*My work is not to be transferred, copied, translated or reposted to any other sites without my permission. Please see my masterlist for all other works and warnings. Thank you! xoxo

Almost a week had passed and Rafe still had not heard from Gemma. He was beginning to worry something really bad had happened to her after Midsummers. No matter how many times he called the house or knocked on the door, someone told him she was, "not available".

Rafe hung out at the country club with Topper and Kelce on a hot afternoon, standing beneath the shade of an awning while they tossed beanbags back and forth. Rafe and Kelce gave Topper a hard time about Sarah like old times, no one daring mention the elicit affair of Topper and Gemma.

"Just gonna be that...all over the coast." Kelce laughed as he clapped his hands together before he reached for his beer.

"Wow. Seriously? You're okay with this?" Topper replied with a shake of his head as he looked at Rafe.

"The fuck do I care what Sarah does what that Pogue?" Rafe muttered as he pulled his phone out of his pocket to check for any texts from Gemma.

Nothing.

"That's just disrespectful." Topper scoffed as he shoved his hands in his pockets and looked out onto the pristine grass of the country club.

Rafe shook his head and pursed his lips in an attempt from saying something he knew would start a fight.

You'd know all about disrespect, Topper.

As Rafe pulled his hand back to toss his beanbag towards the wooden cutout, his movement stopped abruptly at the call of his name.

"Rafe Cameron!" The voice taunted in a sing-song.

Rafe spun around, his eyes scanning across the fields for the person who called his name. His eyes met the one person he didn't want to see on the other side of the chain link fence of the parking lot.

"Fuck." Rafe breathed out as he dropped the beanbag and quickly made his way towards the chain link fence with his head down.

"Oh, Rafe Cameron!"

"Barry, what are you doing here? You can't be here, man." Rafe stated, panic in his voice as he walked through the fence to where his dealer stood.

"Couple reasons. Wondering why you faked me out on your girl's number. Oh, and why your girl, your sister and her friends jumped me on The Cut yesterday." Barry asked as he walked up close to the taller man, toe to toe with him.

"You saw Gemma?" Rafe asked, his heart racing.

"Yeah, with that Maybank kid." Barry replied with a tug of his t-shirt.

"Fucking Maybank. I'll kill that Pogue scum." Rafe seethed as he ran a shaky hand over his jawline. As he went to turn away from Barry and walk back to the country club entrance, a hand grabbed at his elbow.

"You still owe me, Cameron."

"I'll get your money, Barry. Okay? Just...give me another day." Rafe replied under his breath, his eyes scanning the parking lot for onlookers.

"You gonna pay me with counterfeit money?" Barry scoffed, his grip on Rafe's arm tightening.

"There a problem here?" Topper made his way out to the parking lot where Barry had his grip on Rafe's arm, keeping his locked in place.

"Oh. What's up, Boy Band? Nah. Just leaving. See you later, Cameron." Barry replied with a grin as he released his grip on Rafe's arm and made his way out off the country club property.

"What the hell was that?" Topper asked as he looked from the place Barry had stood to Rafe.

"I don't know, man. That guy is crazy. He just came up here and started talking all this shit. Talking about how I owe him money and shit, and Gemma was out on The Cut with some Pogues." Rafe replied quickly as he shoved his hands through his hair.

"Wait. Gemma was on The Cut? Why?"

"Why the fuck would I know? I haven't seen her since Midsummers." Rafe growled with a glare at his friend.

Topper simply nodded. Rafe pulled his keys out of his pocket and gave a quick nod towards his Jeep, they were going to find Gemma if it was the last thing they did.

**

Rafe felt out of place as he drove his Jeep at a slow crawl through the roads of The Cut, his eyes fixed on the streets for a glimpse of his girlfriend anywhere. He wasn't sure what he would do if he found her, but at that point he just wanted to be sure she was okay.

"Wait. Stop the car." Topper breathed out, his hands on the dash as he leaned forward to get a better look through the windshield.

Rafe stepped on the brakes and put the car in park. He got out of the car after Topper and followed him around the front of the vehicle.

"Sarah! What the fuck are you doing here?" Topper yelled as he jogged after his ex-girlfriend.

"Topper? Me? What you are you guys doing here?" Sarah asked as she turned around, her hand over her eyes to shield them from the sun.

"We're looking for Gemma. Last I heard she was slumming around here with you and some dirty Pogues." Rafe glared down at his sister, his hands stuffed in his pockets.

"I heard about what you did to Gemma, Rafe. Giving her number as collateral for your drugs is fucked up. Even for you." Sarah replied, her glare just as vicious as his.

"So it's true. You guys did jump Barry yesterday." Rafe replied with a nod of his head before his bit his lower lip.

"He pulled a gun on us, Rafe!" Sarah yelled with a push of his solid chest.

"Is Gemma okay?" Rafe asked quietly, his eyes on his feet.

"Yeah. Gemma got away."

"Nice to know Maybank is good for something." Rafe scoffed as he pursed his lips.

"Rafe, I'm over this. If you have such a problem with your girlfriend hanging out with JJ, then deal with it. Stop spending so much time with Barry and spend more time with her. Sort your life out!" Sarah yelled with a poke of his chest.

"My life is fine! Shit, Sarah! Leave me alone!" Rafe yelled as he swatted her hand away from him.

A tense silence came between the Cameron siblings as they stared one another down in the middle of the road. Topper watched, feeling awkward, not sure whether to break them apart or let them tear each other limb from limb.

"Rafe?"

A voice he had not heard in six full days. Rafe felt every nerve ending be plucked, like a string. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as he turned around for the sweet voice.

"Gemma? Where have you been?" Rafe breathed out at the sight of her. He took the few steps towards her and pulled her body against his, holding her tightly.

"Dad held me hostage like Rapunzel in the house for a few days." She replied as she wrapped her arms around his waist, squeezing him back just as tightly.

"I was worried about you." He muttered into her messy hair. She smelled like dirt and cheap car air fresheners, but he didn't care. He had her back in his arms, and that's all he cared about.

"I'm okay, Rafe." She smiled up at him as his large hands pushed her hair off her face.

"Come have a shower at my place, then I'll take you home. We can handle Anthony Mercer together." Rafe stated before he pressed a loving kiss to her forehead, not caring that Topper and Sarah watched them as they reunited.

Topper's heart seared with pain as he watched Gemma and Rafe together, then as he watched Sarah slip her hand into John B's. He ran his tongue over his teeth then made his way without a word back to the Jeep and into the backseat. He and Rafe didn't talk about what happened with him and Gemma, so he didn't have the nerve to tell Rafe his feelings for Gemma were more than just heartbreak and the right place at the right time after a bottle of vodka.

Topper watched as Rafe pressed another kiss to Gemma's forehead, take her hand and lead her towards the passenger side of the Jeep. Topper knew it was only a matter of time before the facade wore off and Rafe was back in his dealer's DMs more than his girlfriend's.

He could wait.

**

Rafe dropped Topper off at the country club then made his way back to Tannyhill, a hand on Gemma's thigh the whole time he drove. He was afraid if part of him wasn't touching he, she might vanish again.

Rafe parked the Jeep in the driveway and helped Gemma jump down from the car. He led her inside the house without anyone seeing her, he knew with her father working for Ward there might be trouble taking her to Tannyhill first. Rafe didn't care. It had almost been almost a full seven days without her. He would take his chances.

Rafe led her through the house, almost a little too quiet, towards his bedroom. He closed the door softly behind them, locking it, then turned to her to undress her without word.

"I'm sorry about Midsummer. Our fight. That's not how I wanted that night to go." Rafe mumbled as he pulled her shorts and underwear down her legs in one tug.

"I'm sorry, too." Gemma nodded as she held his shoulders for balance and stepped out of her bottoms.

Rafe looked down at her while he unbuckled his belt then removed his pants. He only removed his eyes from hers for a brief second when he pulled his shirt over his head. Their clothes in pile by their feet.

"How did you want Midsummers to go, Rafe?" She asked softly as her fingertips traced his pecs.

Rafe chuckled as he grabbed her backside and lifted her up, wrapping her legs around his waist. He carried her to the bathroom that adjoined to his bedroom, kicking the door shut.

"I mean, I was planning on fucking you in that gazebo on the terrace, under your pretty dress. Or getting you really drunk and just fucking you in the bathroom." Rafe replied as he placed her on her feet in the walk-in shower, then turned on the spray. A small smile on his face as she winced at the cold spray of water against her skin.

"Rafe." She pouted, her hands outstretched to him as she stood alone in the shower.

Rafe leaned against the glass frame of the shower and watched as the water beaded on her body. He wasn't ready to give in to her yet, despite how badly he wanted and needed her.

"Did you fuck Maybank while we were apart?" Rafe asked as he looked her from head to toe, a hand running over his face.

"No. Did you fuck anyone else while we were apart?" She asked with a glare, arms crossed over her chest to block his greedy gaze.

"No. Too busy knocking on your door, asking your dad to let me in." Rafe smirked as he pushed his body off the frame of the shower, pulled his briefs off then walked into the shower with her.

Rafe gently took hold of her arms to remove them from her chest as he stood in front of her. Water droplets from his hair fell to her face as he looked down at her, his arms wrapping around her waist to pull her close.

"I don't do that shit anymore, Gem." Rafe mumbled, his forehead pressed to hers as he held her close to him beneath the shower spray.

"What about the number you gave to Barry?" She asked, the palms of her hands pressed to his chest.

"Yeah, it was hers. But I never use it, and I wasn't going to give him yours. I really don't want another guy sending you pictures of his dick." Rafe grinned with a playful pinch of her side to feel her squirm.

Gemma wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head on his chest. Rafe held her close to him and let the warm water wash over them in silence.

"Rafe, Dad knows Gemma is here and called her dad. You guys should get out of the shower." Came Wheezie's voice from the doorway of the bathroom.

"Wheezie, what the fuck! I locked my door!" Rafe yelled as he pulled a hand off of Gemma to push his wet hair off his face.

"I know how to pick locks. I have a lot of time to myself." Wheezie shrugged before she closed the door softly.

"My dad is going to kill me." Gemma muttered as she looked up at Rafe.

"Your dad is going to kill me, too." Rafe replied with a soft laugh before he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. He reached to turn off the shower spray and reluctantly got out to face the wrath of Ward Cameron and Anthony Mercer.

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*let me know if I've missed you, or you would like to be added. I've removed the accounts that don't populate.

Please let me know what you think if you have a moment! Thank you for your support ! xoxo

Request for OBX are open!!!