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thecameronchronicles · 1 year

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The Ultimatum

TW: blackmail. Sex. Dub!Con! Semi-public sex. Language. Degrading Language.

SUMMARY: The means to protect your brother leads you to a rather compromising and unexpected situation.

WORD COUNT: 2600

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Can you do an imagine of the scene with topper and rafe { replace topper with Kelce} when they attacked pope and yn is pope sister and Kelce gives her an ultimatum to either sleep with him or rafe kills him.

*CHANGED A FEW THINGS, HOPE IT'S STILL OKAY*

The Ultimatum

"What the hell happened?!" You asked Pope as he emerged back from the golf course, JJ quick to his feet for the same reason behind your raised timbre. Even if he attempted to hide it beneath the dark rim of his cap, the wound was visible enough for both you and JJ to connect the unfortunately probable dots.

"Where are you going?" Pope asked as you were already hiked over the boat and moving towards the direction of the golf course.

"I'm tired of these assholes thinking we won't fight back just because we don't have a rich daddy to bail us out-"

"Oh, you can call me daddy anytime you want, sweetheart." Rafe's voice sounded like nails to a chalkboard as he revealed himself with Kelce at his side. The same club used to wound your brother was taken down from across Rafe's broad wingspan and handed to Kelce. But there existed a fire behind the eyes of the Kook prince's friend that you'd never noticed until now. A fire directed towards you.

"What was that, Rafe? She wants us to know she'll fight back?"

"Careful pipsqueak, might break a nail or some shit..." Rafe teased as you took a step forward.

"Let's just go..." Pope encouraged. Even if he had wished to use every ounce of anger in the force of knuckles directed to either Kook, his worry for you took precedence.

"I think we should let her talk..." Kelce began. "I'm all for feminism and female empowerment." He spoke with a lift of his hand to his chest as your eyes caught the way his arms flexed with such motions.

"What's your problem? Not make par?" You asked Rafe as you found it more difficult to look at Kelce as his eyes were too intimidating and primal.

"All because of your dumbass of a brother...wouldn't even share one beer with us ..doesn't matter, we got 'em anyways..." Rafe pulled one to his lips.

"Shit's not even the good kind. What can you expect from a pogue?" He asked as Kelce took one of his own.

"Doesn't seem like a fair trade then, does it?" Kelce added. "All that work...got blood on his wedge...all for shitty beer?" Suddenly Kelce took you by the wrist.

"I think I need some compensation." He nodded once to Rafe, who took his club back into his hand.

"How close are you with him?" Your eyes narrowed at the question as JJ mouthed "Deny, deny, deny.".

"Close enough to offer something to save him?"

"All this over beer, man, isn't that a little beneath even you?" JJ rivaled, feeling as equally as protective over you as Pope was.

"Probably used to little things beneath you." He motioned to Rafe's seam as you fought the urge to smile as Kelce tightened his arm around you.

"I hear nobody's fucked you yet, that right?" Due to the animated friend you and Pope shared, Kelce's words went by without notice. But where they were ignorant to such words, the same ones made you burn from the inside out.

"None of your business." You shot back as he scoffed.

"I'll just find out for myself." But as he dragged you away effortlessly, you fought like hell. Nails reaching for any flesh possible and raised feet kicking in every direction, but nothing had even made contact.

"Stop being such a little bitch! I'm asking for a fraction of time to what it means to keep him alright."

"I don't know, Kelce...I heard Pogues make good chum-" Rafe attempted to joke as nobody but the instigator of said missed humor found it entertaining. When this failed to make his point, Rafe took the club behind Pope and tightened it.

"We all know Rafe has some issues to work out..."

"One less Pogue doesn't matter to me-"

"Let go of him, you son of a-" JJ tried before Rafe hit JJ with the club.

"Two less? Even better..." JJ was disoriented enough to keep Rafe in power against your brother and friend. Looking at both of them, you breathed a deep exhale.

"Fine." Your word was weak. A simple echo of the confidence you wished to possess.

"I knew you'd see things my way."

You were called after by Pope, who was destroyed the second you were out of sight. Whatever became of the scene between the remaining Pogues and Rafe was undetermined as you were taken to the parking lot.

Some overpriced car with an undeserving owner had been your source of support as he thrust you against its cold exterior.

"Is it true?" You clenched your jaw, refusing to look at him and offer him even a moment's satisfaction.

"This will be over faster if you work with me here-"

"Is what true?"

"Are you a virgin?" The question suddenly made you feel so vulnerable.

"No." You answered honestly, wondering if you had lied that maybe he would have been soft and even pitiful against you. Maybe he would have even let you go. But a larger part of you was well aware he saw you as a challenge and no collection of words, guilt, or consideration would take him away from you now.

"Good. I don't want to be gentle."

"I don't think you ever could." You were interrupted by a kiss made of two full lips that swallowed you completely. The raucous force was enough of a motivation to try once more to break free as you took his lips between your teeth and bit hard. You were shoved against the car as he dabbed his split lip.

"That's fine. We don't even have to kiss." He took hold of your hair and turned you away from him, hands quick to grip your hips. Your eyes darted to the car in front of you as you couldn't help but look for another means of an escape. But he was too strong.

"Don't need this." He groaned over you from behind with fingers that rose from your curves and to your breasts, tearing off the cover set over your bikini top. But where you expected him to be forceful and leave you completely naked and exposed, he only turned you back to him.

"I am giving you one chance to enjoy this. You do anything stupid and you'll be treated like the whore this side of the island thinks you are. Act that way and I'll make you act like one." You swallowed hard before watching him lean in to kiss you again.

"I've seen the way you watch me. A bit curious to know the same thing I am?"

"Which is?"

"If the reason Kooks and Pogues can't get along is because they just always wanna fuck each other?" You thought back to the interactions between Kiara and Rafe, John B and Sarah, and even you and Kelce, realizing this may well have been the truth. Because of that, you couldn't object. Instead, you remained in place.

"So be good and I'll let you enjoy this. Be a bratty little bitch and I'll make sure your brother and your little friend know exactly what you're willing to take for them..." He kissed you again before you could respond. Only this time, wide hands taking hold of your breasts that made you breathless. But it wasn't by a force of his hands that had caused this. Instead, it was due to the way his fingers pinched your nipples over the nylon top.

"You might not be a virgin, but you're no vixen. I bet I could make you come just by doing this." You wanted to hate him. To hate this. But those twists shot directly to your sex. You pressed your thighs together involuntarily, almost as if to berate yourself for enjoying this for even a moment.

"I knew you wanted this...but I didn't know you'd be down for doing it in public..."

"Please..." You whimpered, asking a multitude of questions behind that single plea. To release you. To keep going. To go somewhere private, and back again to letting you go. His touch and presence were a unified contradiction that sent your eyes pulling back in the consumption of it all.

"I fucking knew it!" He spat in victory as guilt forced all hear to your cheeks. Synonymous if you were to be overcome with a fever, your body seemed to fight against itself to accept or be expired by such heat. But his fingers reaching into the unbuttoned core of your shorts has pulled your eyes into a roll as he pinned you harder against the car.

"Tell me you want this. I'm not going to let you moan, let alone come, unless I hear you beg for it..." His brow arched for just a moment before he glared at your hesitance.

"I bet nobody on The Cut can make you come...But you know I could...just by doing this...you already want to and I haven't even been inside of you yet..." You arched against the car, eyes nearly pulling closed as he redirected you to him.

"I want to make sure you aren't imagining anyone else....I want to make sure you know whose fingers are making you feel this way..." He explained, your shorts disposed of at your ankles as only your swim bottoms remained. Your embarrassment worsened to the mismatched set across your body that he didn't care to notice.

"I won't let anyone else see you naked. But I don't care if they see you come..." You were suddenly lifted around him. His efforts were truly effortless as you were feebike in his arms. If not against his strength, than for his ambition. As his touch made your need to escape much less desirable in contrast to remaining put. Even if you knew deep within your gut that you would regret it when it was over, nobody has ever shown you this attention or touched you in this way. It made you forgive him just long enough to bask in the feeling of his fingers and cock as it teased you from over your suit.

"I knew you'd be soaked, but shit...I don't think the suit can hold how wet you are .." He kissed you, pulling back once feeling you submit to him. "is it because you know someone could see or because you're hoping they do?"

"It's because it's you..." You whispered as your confession caught him off guard. All anger had subsided and been redirected into passion. Without another word, your bottoms were tore loose and disposed of out of sight, as he was sinking you down onto him.

The former lovers that had penetrated you had done so quickly or without the endowed anatomy he had been blessed with. Because of this, you clawed into his shoulders as if he had been your first. The pain of him stretching you to such a degree was evident as you hissed to his starting movements.

"Fuck!"

"Too much?" You nodded as he slowed, palms pressing into the car at your back before you felt him ease. He seemed to react to your body, your earlier confession softening him enough to speak to you with care.

"You feel better than I ever thought..." He breathed against your lips.

"I need more..." He brought you down harder onto him. But as you belted out to the pain, he mended this with the grip made at your breasts. Exposing your breasts fully to him, he wrapped the nipple between his teeth as his lips sucked the surrounding skin as you writhed.

You should hate him. You should push him away and curse him well into the middle of next week. You should even clench him tight enough he could never feel pleasure again. And yet, the sensations offered to you were reason enough to ignore the urge to do anything but bask. In the heat of his touch. In the chill of his threat . In the ecstasy at the tip of his cock, leaving behind the pull to your high with each thrust increasing in speed.

"Kelce!"

"You're too fucking tight... It's gonna make me come. Stop tensing-" But his words only made you worsen that internal grip. To know it could end, the pleasure granted to you on the cusp of his own release, you ignored his annoyed timbre.

"If I'm coming..." He set you onto your feet, bending you over the hood of the car, and kicking your ankles apart. A hand to the back of your neck, and you were taken almost to his chest, "So are you." The instant his cock bottomed out once again, his fingers found the perfect angle at your clit. Fondling while thrusting, he built you back to that edge.

"Desperate for it, aren't you?" You could only bite your bottom lip.

"Tell me." He gripped your breast even tighter. Pain and pleasure coexisting throughout your nerves as you were continuously pounded into the side of the car.

"You're gonna go back to your pogues all fucked...and you're gonna do it dripping with cum..." Your lips parted as your nails came to scratch at the hood of the car.

"You want it to be yours too, you better start telling me what I wanna hear." He explained as you groaned beneath him.

"Yes!"

"You are desperate? To come or for me?"

"B-both..."

"Then give me a reason to forgive you for being such a little slut. Come on my cock and I'll come in this tight little pussy...come on...be a good fucking girl..." You moaned shamelessly to his words. His thrusts, his body, his presence-everything worked against your reservations as you shook beneath him.

"I'm coming!"

"Yes. You are." He smiled into your shoulder as he released his fingers, replacing yours over your own clit. Where you would have been mortified to do this before, you acquiesced as your high was too close. He felt too deep. And you needed both in equality.

"I'm gonna come. Don't stop until you feel it."

You nodded, quickening your fingers.

"But don't come."

"Kelce-"

"Don't. Come." He continued to rush you into the car, the suspension tested by such thrusts, until he was spent within you.

"Turn around." He forced you to face him.

"You've got a smart little mouth but I love how it sounds when you come...it's the only reason I didn't fuck it. But now...you're gonna scream for me until they hear you all the way on The Cut." Before you could inject his fingers were inside you again.

"You stop making those little whines and I stop." Your hand wrapped around his wrist as your eyes rolled closed. It took only a few moments before you were whining for that release he invited. Your chest heaved in desperation as he took turns kissing your breasts and teasing your nipples, an occasional brush solely to your clit making you manic against him.

"Come. Right now. You're so fucking desperate it's so sad..."

"Ahh...Kelce! Fuuuuck!" Your body relinquished itself onto him. His fingers continuing to bend and spread inside of you through this high as he grinned.

"Well worth it."

"Worth what?" You asked breathlessly.

"The shit Rafe is gonna give me for fucking a pogue." He teased s kiss to which he wouldn't commit, before leaving you with the guilt you had ignored until now. The same that rushed over you tenfold.

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thecameronchronicles · 1 year

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2 A.M.

TW: Smut. Language. Semi-public sex.

SUMMARY: Your brother’s friend has spent the night as he’s done a thousand times before. Only this time, your relationship with him changes.

WORD COUNT: 2200

*ORIGINAL CONCEPT*

2 A.M.

You gasped at the sudden jolt your brother’s cruel fingers made into your sides. The same horrid trick he had enacted since you were old enough to endure it without running to your mother in tears. But as you glared at him, you had been blissfully unaware of the way his friends eyed you in your chosen attire. The same style of pajamas you wore every night, shorts and a tee, would act as a means of seduction for the two boys you’d known as long as you could remember. So used to their presence that their longing glances were often misconstrued as temporary focus of the humorous exchange between you and Topper. But one set of eyes looked at you one moment too long to remain platonic.

“Maybe you can invite Sarah-” Topper began, a tender tone only offered if it meant he could soften you enough to do him this favor. But whether it was payback for the way he had just tormented you not even a minute prior or the fact it was your simple birthright as his sibling, you held your hand up to silence him.

“I do not want to take any part in your soap opera relationship. YOU have her number…YOU can call her…”

“She isn’t answering my texts…” He muttered as Rafe commented about his sister’s annoying habits to ‘slum it with the pogues’ while you crossed your arms over your chest.

“Wish I had the same luxury…”

“At least my friends want to spend a Friday night with me. Yours are too busy finding better things to do. Maybe if I paid them, they might pity you enough…” You offered a middle finger set in his direction as both of his friends looked at each other before cocking their jaws to the way you were so easy to rival him.

“Well since you aren’t going to make yourself useful…scram, squirt…” He shot as you rolled your eyes, watching him reach to the cabinet you’d been unintentionally been blocking. Two bags of popcorn in hand, he set each one to his friends’ grasps before returning for yet another snack.

“Maybe if you bring us some beer in a few minutes, I might let you drool over Rafe like you used to.” Your eyes widened in horror. One comment to Sarah when you were too young to realize how detrimental someone like Rafe would be in a romantic situation, you were never able to quite live it down. Because of this, Rafe also carried through the taunt, a look of undeserving sadness across Kelce’s eyes.

“Do you think she’s still into me?” You heard Rafe ask as Kelce offered the nose of the bag to your arm.

“Want some?” You agreed, offering a kind smile and a shrug, completely unaware that the returned expression was one of amorous notion and not a platonic friend you believed they were as a side-effect of knowing your brother. After thanking him, you moved up to your room in search of something to do. When only boredom found you throughout the array of mentally rejected party invitations, you considered traveling across the hall to torment your brother even further. Perhaps teasing him about Sarah coming over, only to watch him deflate when you confessed your deceit. But even if he could be unruly and obnoxious, you weren’t quite that cruel. Even if he made it tempting…

“It would be more fun if you were here.” The message across your screen made your lips widen into a smirk as you positioned yourself more comfortably upon your bed. Flat on your stomach with her knees at a bend to produce a mindless dance well over your head from behind. This began a conversation humorous and informative as you began to see a side of Kelce you believed was reserved for your brother. But just as you had become comfortable with it, wondering if perhaps the certain comments he made were indeed flirtatious, the responses came to an abrupt hold. Without a second thought as you blamed yourself for reading too much between the frequent lines, you return to the task of a cure for your boredom.

Nearing midnight, you closed out an hour of thoughtless scrolling through social media before coming to a recent picture of Kelce himself and the way you felt drawn to him tonight of all nights. You’d seen him beneath your roof at least a million times and yet never once had you thought of him like this. With such thoughts that had you curious of what would happen if you were to send him a specific type of selfie to punish him for his lack of a response. Eventually, a string of ‘emergency’ texts from Sarah of a fight with John B had you distracted until your eyes became heavy enough to excuse yourself from the impromptu therapy session.

But the thoughts of Kelce remained in the back of your mind. Causing for a specific inner restlessness in need of immediate attention. Ignoring this, you began to pace the floor of your house, not willing to risk the bombardment of Topper or one of his friends harboring that moment to hold over your head later. Because of that, you opened the bedroom door to find Kelce exiting the bathroom at the same moment, toothbrush halfway from his mouth. An awkward half-wave was offered as you cocked your jaw before limiting the distance between you.

“Please tell me you have something to smoke…” His brow lifted as he looked towards Topper’s bedroom.

“I don’t know how he’d feel about you smoking…”

“There’s a lot of things Topper doesn’t need to know.” You winked, moving to the edge of the hall as the toothbrush now came to the floor. He was quick to reach down and apprehend it as you smirked.

“Are you coming?” You offered, salacious with your chosen tone, before he followed you to the balcony on the far side of the house.

“Since when do you smoke?” He questioned as he offered a blunt from his pocket.

“As long as I’ve been a ‘Thornton’.” He slowly shook his head in disbelief.

“What?”

“Just every time I think I know you, you’re…you're not what I thought…” You turned your entire focus to Kelce.

“What DO you think?” You asked, taking that first inhale. Even though you knew it would take a moment to feel the effects of the coming high, you found entertainment in the new tension between you and your brother’s best friend.

“That you’re trouble.”

“You don’t know the half of it, Kelce…” You teased with a bite to your bottom lip before moving to take another charge behind your lips. But just before the filter paper made contact to the part necessary, you would feel him pull your hand away.

“I want you to remember this, sober…” He explained, pulling you to your feet in the lift made of his own physique. A soft guidance to the side of the house as your spine aligned with the stiff paneling at your back. But his lips had yet to meet yours, instead, they simply teased. Instead, his hands rose from your waist and to your bodice, thumbs brushing beneath the tight tee.

“Kelce-” His hand suddenly appeared at your cheek, silencing you with his thumb across your bottom lip.

“Good thing for you…I like trouble…” He explained with a soft kiss to your lips, the passion needed now secondary as you found your first kiss to be everything you believed didn’t exist outside of literature or cinema. The tremble found in your smirk as he pulled away was enough to indicate your lack of feigned experience.

“Is this okay?” You nodded, “You’re shaking…” You slowly nodded.

“You make me nervous…You make me…” He interrupted you as he teased the divide your shorts made against your body from being a size too big in order to make your tremors carry on in continuation.

“Wet…” He smiled as you were only able to answer in a deep exhale. The exposed cleavage granted a teasing of his lower lip.

“Do you want me to touch you?” You nodded, the bobs quickening as he smirked to your desperation. The thumb on your lip returned as he desired to feel your every motion and breath against him. Your eyes came to a sweet close in order to relish and experience each and every feeling he brought as a new sensation to you.

“Kelce? Brat?” Topper called out as Kelce pushed his body harder into yours, his knee keeping your legs apart as his second hand came over your mouth.

“Are you a brat?” Kelce whispered into your ear.

“I think you just need someone to take care of your attitude…someone to make you behave…” Your eyes widened before hollowing out completely in lust.

“Someone who isn’t intimidated by you…” He continued to speak into your ear as Topper’s steps led in the opposite direction, “Is that what you want?” You nodded as he dropped his hand.

“Then tell me…”

“Please, Kelce.”

“What are you asking for? For me to stop?”

“NO!” You gasped, the edge so close you could feel that tightness familiar within your stomach. A sensation only felt once before. Alone.

“Then I think you should tell me before you aren’t able to say anything…”

“I want…” Your lips came into a part, ghosting over the separation, only to retreat.

“Yes?”

“Fuck me, Kelce…please…”

“Let me see if you ARE worth the trouble…” You were suddenly turned against the banister of the porch, left in the sable moonlight and its temporary exposure. Even if nightfall offered some sort of shield, the way he submitted you against the wooden ledge once finally penetrating you, would leave your actions broadcast to any in earshot.

The feeling of his body at a rage against yours, hips rising and retracting like waves to shore had contrasted and overthrown any potentially pleasurable experience even remotely similar. Self-experimentation and the handful of encounters you’d had prior to him and nothing came close to the way his hands wrapped you into him. Although lustful, he remained careful to the way you were taken.

“I wanted to do this the second I saw you bent over that counter in the kitchen…” He spoke into your ear from behind.

“You can…” He smirked.

“Now, I don’t need your permission, baby…” You groaned before resting your head against his shoulder, feeling him take a deep hold across your chest. His hand wrapped around the column making up the center of the exposed balcony, clawing into the make up as if it could offer some release. As he began to falter behind you, dominance exchanged for basking in the way your body reacted and responded to him, you turned him towards the furniture at your back.

“I-”

“My turn…” You offered, straddling over him with your entire waist left nude as he’d simply pushed everything aside previously. But once realizing how vivacious you were behind your usually submissive smile, he reached upwards to the straps of your tee, stretching them just enough to move behind your shoulders and expose you completely to him.

“Fuck…” He breathed deeply upon taking your breasts within his hands, fondling enough to imprison your lip between your teeth.

“Faster…Faster…” He requested, his tone slipping into submission as you were the one to obey over him. Riding into him as his cock stretched you beyond comfort, quickly mended by a coming orgasm, all sent you to clench your teeth. In those final moments prior to an unleashment of a mutual high better than any drug from any dealer in any rundown part of town, he was suddenly against you. Lips captivating your breasts before he spun and lifted you onto your back.

“Come quietly for me, baby. Hard. But quietly.” He smirked, nuzzling himself into your neck to allow soft kisses. But it would be the quick and sporadic quick exhales and moans that sent your eyes to roll as he resumed that ungodly pace into your sensitive thighs.

“Kelce…”

His hand moved over your mouth.

“Quietly baby, your next time, I’ll have to gag you.” You slowly nodded, thrilled at the thought, before feeling him tighten and relinquish himself within. Your body responded accordingly, shivers and tremors trading until you were left in only the bliss of the encounter.

“Next time, I’m not waiting until 2 A.M.” He explained, breathlessly.

“Next time?” He nodded.

“Definitely…”

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