#enemy concepts

[freedomfireflies]

One Day*

Summary: An extra for 404*

The one where you still hate Harry, but turns out, you might be having his baby.

Word Count: 5.4k

Content Warning: 18+, smut, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, spanking, brief choking, slight angst (happy ending), mentions of pregnancy and babies! *Please be so gentle with yourself and only continue if you feel comfortable! 💞*

“I’m late.”

“For what?”

You huff. “I’m late,” you repeat, gesturing frantically toward your hips. “A week late. Which I know can happen, but…not really to me, so…I’m late. And I think we’re fucked.”

Harry blinks. Looks down at your stomach. Looks up at your face. “Oh.”

“Oh?” You rear back. “That’s all you have to say for yourself is oh?”

He lifts his left shoulder in nonchalant shrug before flopping down onto your sofa. “I don’t know. What did you want me to say?”

“I…I don’t know,” you huff. “I kind of thought you’d…yell. Or freak out or something. Or ask me if I’m keeping it.”

“Do you want me to freak out?”

“Well…no. Not really.”

“Do you want to keep it?”

“I…I don’t know, I don’t even…I’m not even sure if I am yet or not.”

“Okay.” He nudges his glasses up before crossing his arms. “Well did you get a test?”

You glance toward the pharmacy bag still sitting on your kitchen counter. It’s been mocking you ever since you picked it up. Staring you down, sticking out its tongue. One, tiny little box that’ll determine the next chapter of your life. It’s almost infuriating. 

“Yeah,” you mumble. “I, um…got one on the way home from work.”

“Okay. Have you taken it yet?”

“Not…exactly.”

His brow raises. “Do you…need help or something?”

You scowl. “It’s peeing on a stick, I think I’ve got it covered.”

“Yeah, well, knowing you, you’d find a way to fuck it up.” He smirks. “Sure hope our baby gets my brains instead of yours.”

You grab the pillow beside him and give him a firm whack. “That’s not funny.”

He laughs as he winces. “Good. I wasn’t being funny.”

“Then, stop it. And stop being so calm.”

“You just said you preferred calm—”

“Well…it’s scaring me now. So what gives?”

Another shrug. “I don’t know. I just don’t really feel the need to waste a reaction on something we don’t even know is happening yet. Take the test and then I’ll freak out if you’d like.”

“You say that like someone that’s had a lot of pregnancy scares.”

He snorts. “No, I say that like someone who knows freaking out won’t exactly help you right now. So just take the goddamn test, Tinkerbell. And we’ll go from there.”

Unamused, but somehow slightly comforted, you oblige and snatch the box from the table before retreating to the bathroom.

Once the timer has been set, you slowly make your way back to him.

He’s still sitting on the sofa. Calm. Unaffected. Watching you without a care in the world. Like his whole life isn’t about to change. 

It drives you nuts.

“Five minutes,” you tell him.

He nods.

Warily, you sit in the chair to his left, staring holes through your shoes as your heart races inside your chest. You’re not sure how you got here. Not sure where you could possibly go. You aren’t ready for a baby. Not…yet. Especially not one with…him.

“Hey,” he calls, pulling your attention up. “S’the matter with you?”

Your eyes narrow. “What the hell do you think?”

Another casual shrug that makes your teeth grit. “I thought you’d be happy.”

“Happy?” You lean back. “Why on Earth would I be happy about getting stuck with your DNA for the rest of my life?”

He smiles. “I don’t know. You just seem like the type of girl to want a lot of babies.”

You scoff. “Well, sorry to disappoint you, but I am not.” You don’t think.

“Really? Is that why you begged me to breed you?”

“I didn’t actually mean it. That’s just what you say in a moment like that.”

His eyebrow raises.

You hesitate. “Did…did you mean it?”

“Kind of,” he admits. “I mean, yeah, maybe I didn’t mean right this second, but…I don’t hate the idea.”

“You actually want to be a father?” You snort. “Bullshit. You hate kids. I’ve seen you.”

“I don’t hate kids, I just don’t care about them when they aren’t mine.” He throws his arm over the back of the chair and smirks. “I like my nieces, though. They’re chill.”

You blink. “You…you have nieces? Wait, you have siblings?”

“Yeah. One brother. He’s got two kids and they’re cute as shit.”

“Oh.” Your head starts to pound. “See? We can’t have a baby when I don’t even know anything about you.”

He chuckles to himself before nodding his chin at you. “All right, fine. Go ahead. Ask me whatever.”

“What?”

“Ask me what you wanna know.”

You think. “Okay. How often do you see your family?”

“Often enough. They live in California, and they work a lot. But we call every couple of weeks.”

“Oh. That’s…surprisingly nice. Uh…do you have a history of disease in your family?”

He grins. “Excuse me?”

“I need to know what I’m getting myself into.” You motion at him. “Answer.”

“This isn’t an interview—”

“Answer.”

“No,” he says. “Not that I know of anyway.”

“Great. Do you plan to be a deadbeat father?”

His eyes roll. “I’m not dignifying that with a response.”

“So, yes? You do? Oh, great—”

“No, because that’s not a fair fucking question—”

“It is a fair question. If I have to raise this baby alone, I want to know—”

“Of course you wouldn’t fucking be alone. Do you really think so little of me—”

“I don’t think about you at all. How am I supposed to know what you’ll do—”

“I wouldn’t leave you alone,” he nearly snaps. He takes a breath to calm himself before adding, “Even if it wasn’t my baby, I wouldn’t leave you alone.”

Your lashes flutter and you can feel your heart lodging in your throat. “Fine. Last question.”

He waits.

“Did you ever want kids…before? With…her?”

He doesn’t have to think for very long, but the mention of her makes him smile. “Nah. We talked about it, but we weren’t ready. We liked it being just us, you know? We had a bunch of shit we wanted to do. We were a long way from babies and a white picket fence.”

You try to blink back the tears swimming their way to your eye. You can still see that beautiful picture of her in his room. An entire future of love and life and adventures that he lost. Now…he’s stuck with you.

“Oh,” you murmur.

His brows furrow. “What?”

“Nothing.” You swipe your knuckle along your cheek. “So, you probably still aren’t ready.”

“I didn’t say that.”

You give him an incredulous look. “Harry, come on. You aren’t ready for a baby. I’m not ready for a baby. We…we don’t know each other, we don’t like each other…we can’t do this. You know that.”

“Do I?” He leans forward. “It’s a baby, not a bomb. I think we can handle it.”

“Well, I don’t. You don’t even like me. You can’t have a baby with me.”

“Why not? People do it all the time.”

“But not us.” You give him a firm stare. “Harry, we love our jobs. We want careers, not kids. So having a baby kind of gets in the way of that. There’s…there’s diaper changes, and teething, and potty training—”

“So?”

“So. We don’t work together well. In fact, it’s a rather well-known fact that we don’t get along. We can’t possibly raise a kid. We’d ruin it.” You study him for a beat, unnerved by the nonchalance in his tone. “Why do I get the feeling you actually want this to be real?”

Another shrug and you nearly lunge at him. “I don’t know,” he murmurs, resting his elbows on his knees while he glances at the floor. “I’m older now. Maybe it’s time to…think about settling down.”

Your face scrunches. “Ew. That doesn’t sound like you at all.”

He laughs. “Look, I don’t know. I haven’t really thought about it, but…maybe it could be a good thing.”

You stand from your chair and pace the length of your small living room. “This is crazy. This is crazy. I can’t have a baby, I’m…I’m not ready. I’m too young, I…I don’t even know what I’d do with one. Or if I even have a maternal instinct.”

“Probably not,” Harry offers, smirking when you glare. “You won’t really know until you have one.”

“Oh, great.”

“Listen, if you feel like you aren’t ready…we can find another alternative,” he says, softening his voice. “Okay? There are plenty of other options and we’ll find one you feel comfortable with.”

A tad wary of his sympathetic answer, you eye him closely. “Yeah? And what if we disagree?”

“We won’t,” he says calmly. “Your body, your decision.”

“Right,” you snort. “I’m sure.”

“I mean it. I wouldn’t be the one having to carry it.” He nods as though to reassure you. “Honestly, Tink. This would be your decision, one hundred percent. It’s not mine to make. Just to support.”

The tears rush a little faster as you sniffle and step closer. “You say that now, but what if I decide something you don’t like?”

“I will like it. I promise,” he murmurs, standing up in order to move toward you. “If you want to keep it, great. If you don’t, great.”

“I…I…” You suck in a deep breath, unable to slow the wild racing in your chest. “Fuck, I can’t…I don’t know—”

“Hey, okay, easy. Easy, Princess,” he says, quickly reaching out to take you in his arms and ease you against his chest. “Relax. Okay? Just breathe. Breathe for me.”

“I…I don’t think I can—”

“Yes, you can. You are.” His lips press to the top of your head while his hand runs up and down your back soothingly. “I’m right here. Do you hear me? I’m right here. You’re not alone. You won’t be alone. I promise.”

You squeeze your arms together and hold on with everything you have. Right now, he feels like your only anchor in the world. The only person strong enough to carry you both through to the other side. And for the first time since you met him…you feel glad that he’s here.

The two of you stand in the middle of the room for a long while before he finally murmurs, “I think it’s been five minutes.”

Your eyes close and you grip his shirt in your first. “I’m…I’m not ready to look.”

“Okay.” You can hear the smile in his response. “Okay, we can wait.”

So, you do as the truth starts to build in your chest. Inescapable, no matter how hard you try to swallow it down.

Finally, you can’t help but whisper, “You know what scares me the most?”

“Hm?”

“…that maybe I’m hoping it’s real.”

The apartment falls silent again. He doesn’t push you to elaborate, but you can feel his heart beating just a little faster inside his chest.

“I don’t know why,” you continue. “I don’t…I really don’t think I’m ready, but…but what if I should be? What if…what if we met and we started this because…because we were supposed to do this?”

He considers this. “Like fate.”

“Yeah.” You roll your lips into your mouth. “Because I still hate you. I do. I just…I’m starting to get this picture in my head of us. Being a family. Having a big house in a good school district. Tucking them into bed at night and reading them stories. Which is…dumb.”

“No,” he mumbles. “No, it’s not dumb. I’ve been thinking about it, too.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Because I meant what I said, I’d love to get you pregnant. You’d look really fucking hot.”

You chuckle. “Yes, so you’ve mentioned.”

“Can I tell you a secret?”

“Uh…okay?”

He smirks. “I never had a breeding kink until I met you.”

You lean back and swat your hand across his chest. “You’re so annoying.”

“What? I’m being serious.” He grins and those dimples pop free. God, you hope your kids have his dimples—

No. Nope. You aren’t going there.

You shake your head, ridding yourself of the thought. “Whatever. You’re just horny.”

“Maybe. But it’s still true.” His gentle gaze sweeps across your face. “If you wanna do this…we’ll do it. You and me. We’ll have this baby, and we’ll raise it to be really smart, and funny, and to not take shit from anybody.”

You laugh, brushing away a few more tears. “Maybe we can teach it to write code.”

“Oh, fucking obviously.”

The two of you smile before the excitement seems to fizzle and Harry’s brows pull together.

“You know I don’t actually hate you, right?” he says.

You blink. “What?”

“I know that’s our thing, and I know you said it earlier, but…I don’t actually hate you. This baby wouldn’t grow up with two parents that don’t like each other.”

“Oh…I…I know.”

“Good. Because I don’t want that to be one of the reasons you think we can’t do it. I’d fucking love that baby. And I’d love you for carrying it.”

Instantly, you both seem to still. The four-letter word sounds so loud inside such a small room.

I’d love you.

He clears his throat, shifting a bit as he glances toward the kitchen. “I mean, I’d…I’d appreciate you for carrying it—”

“No, yeah, I know,” you stammer. “I know what you mean.”

“Good. Yeah.”

The two of you fall quiet again before you softly admit, “I think I’m ready to look.”

“Okay.” He squeezes your hip. “I’m right here.”

You take in a deep breath before begrudgingly pulling yourself out of his arms. You already miss his warmth and the way he felt like home and your stomach turns as you slip into the bathroom.

With trembling hands, you reach for the stick that sits on the edge of your sink. And in those three seconds, an entire lifetime flashes before your eyes. 

The good, the bad, and the everything in-between. You see a house and a dog and a big backyard. You see two little kids rolling in the grass and jumping into the pool. You hear them begging for a bedtime story and crying when they scrape their knee.

You see a dozen birthdays and holidays and visits to the zoo. You see their heartbreaks and triumphs, their successes and letdowns. You see a million goodnight kisses and cuddles on the couch. 

And then…you see Harry.

In every picture, every moment. Taking them to their first baseball game and picking them up from their first dance. Sneaking them into R-rated movies even after you explicitly said no and feeding them far too much candy and popcorn.

You see him teach your son how to tie a tie and dance with your daughter as she stands on his feet. You see him cooking breakfast in the kitchen, flour all over his face. You see him curled up in bed, his head on your chest, your fingers in his hair. You hear him tell you how happy he is. How glad that he found you.

It’s a beautiful life. Even if it’s not the one you imagined for yourself. And in that moment, you decide that it doesn’t matter what the test says. If that’s your future, so be it. 

As long as you get to live it with him.

“So?” Harry calls from the hall.

You swallow thickly and slowly glance down.

Negative.

Negative.

No baby. No pregnancy. No white-picket fence.

You stare at the test for at least a full minute. You aren’t sure how you feel. Relieved. Disappointed. Upset. Thankful. Confused.

“Tink?”

You turn around. “Uh…it’s negative,” you report, handing it to him. “False alarm. I guess I’m just late.”

He glances over the stick with a rather blank expression before looking at you. “Are you okay?”

You nod. “Yeah. This is definitely the better outcome. I’m just…”

“What?”

“I don’t know. I guess I was just starting to get used to the idea.”

“Yeah,” he murmurs, handing it back. “I know.”

You throw the test away. “Sorry for making you come all the way over here for that.”

“Hey, whoa—” He strides into the bathroom. “What the fuck are you talking about? Of course I’d be here.”

“I just…I wasted your time. I should have taken it before I called you—”

“Tink,” he sighs, taking your cheeks in his hands. “Stop. You can always call me for shit like this.” He looks at you, then amends, “You can always me. For anything. You know that.”

A tear slips from your eye without warning, and you suck in a sharp breath. “I don’t know why I’m so disappointed. This is what I wanted—”

“I know,” he says gently. “I know. It’s hard.”

“Yeah.” You hiccup. “But this is good, right? This is better?”

For a moment, he says nothing. He simply stares at you with a rather sympathetic expression. Or maybe it’s forlorn. Maybe he’s disappointed. Upset that you aren’t giving him what he wants.

Then, he dips down to kiss the tip of your nose. “This is good,” he whispers, and you know he means it. “We would have figured it out. And you would have been a wonderful mom. But I know you. And I know you aren’t ready. Not yet.”

You close your eyes and melt into the feel of his palms against your skin. Into the way he reassures you and protects you all in the same breath. You never thought you’d feel so safe in the serenity of his touch, but here you are. Wishing for him to hold you forever.

“And when we are ready, we’ll do it on our terms,” he says. “Okay?”

Slowly, you nod. “This is good,” you repeat to yourself. “It is. Really. Things are going great at work, I’m finally secure financially, and even you and I are…kind of getting along.”

He smirks.

“This is good. This is better.” You repeat the mantra until you really believe it. “Besides, I probably wouldn’t have been a very good pregnant woman anyway.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know. I feel like I’d be really cranky. Or needy. My ankles would get all swollen and I’d be hot all the time and nauseous and miserable. I’d probably try to kill you.”

“Oh, you’d definitely try to kill me. You try to kill me even when you aren’t pregnant.”

You gasp. “Rude.”

“What?” He chuckles again before his eyes slowly start to rake down your frame. “But I don’t know. I think it’ll be better than you think.”

You swat him again. “Stop it.”

“Stop what?”

“Stop trying to picture it.”

“Why? I told you, you’d look fucking hot.”

“Yeah…no.”

However, he only nods, moving in to subtly brush his lips against yours. “You would. Be so fucking beautiful carrying our baby. With your tits all swollen and your belly getting bigger every day.”

Truthfully, the image almost makes you grimace, but there’s something about the way he says it. The way he talks about you so reverently. A soft, sultry murmur that goes straight to your cunt. Because you know he’s not just saying it to say it. He means it. Believes it. Would do anything for it.

He tilts your head back, thumb brushing along your jaw. “And I think you like it,” he exhales. “I think you like the idea of holding me inside you. Having a part of me. Knowing that I did it to you. No one else.”

You suck in a soft breath, knees going just a bit weak. “Harry…”

“What, baby?” His mouth ghosts along your neck. “Are you thinking about it? Thinking about how pretty your tummy would look with me inside it?”

He’s evil. Absolutely evil, and you clear your throat in a desperate attempt to regain control of yourself. “Do you…have a pregnancy kink I don’t know about?” 

His lips quirk up. “Apparently.”

“Mm.” Your lashes flutter and the urge to kiss him grows stronger. “You know…some women get really horny when they’re pregnant.”

“So I’ve heard.”

“Yeah. I don’t think you could handle it.”

He scoffs. “Oh, no?”

You shake your head. “I mean, do you really think you could keep up? Going for hours and hours on end? Trying to keep me satiated with your poor, limp little dick?”

He makes another noise, and you tsk.

“I mean, you can barely satisfy me now as it is. But if I was pregnant? Pfft. Forget it.”

Instantly, he’s snatching hold of your hips and yanking you against his chest. “Don’t fucking tempt me, Princess,” he nearly growls. “I’ll bend you over right now.”

“No, I don’t think you will,” you retort. “You’ve gone soft on me. Rubbing my back, kissing my hair. You wanna take care of me and honestly? It’s a little pathetic.”

His head cocks rather deviously and your pulse begins to skip. He could split you in half if he wanted to and you both know it. 

But that’s what you need right now. You don’t want to be coddled or looked after. You wanna be fucked. Tortured and teased until you’re begging for release.

You want an escape.

And in that moment, Harry decides to give you one.

He picks you up and carries you out of the bathroom while your legs quickly work to hook to his hips for stability and your arms snake around his neck.

He ignores your squeals and teasing huffs of annoyance, instead dropping you onto your mattress with a soft thud.

You glare and push up onto your elbows. “You know, you don’t have to manhandle me—”

“Shut up.”

He surges forward, lips gliding against yours as he takes a taste of you on his tongue. And kissing is easy with him. As easy breathing, like you’ve done it all your life. You know exactly what he likes, what he wants. And you give it him.

His glasses are cold against your face, keeping him from getting as close as he’d like, and after a moment, he huffs, and rips them off before tossing them aside. And even though you adore when he wears them, you happen to adore being near him even more.

Your hands are in his hair, tugging on his curls, scratching down his neck. He has the added advantage of being on top, but that doesn’t seem to stop him from turning to putty in your hands. Clay for you to mold to your liking. 

No matter how dominant he tries to be, he’s simply a man that needs to be told what to do. Taken care of. Shown. 

And you happen to like showing him.

You feel him tug on the hem of your shirt. “Off,” he breathes between carnal nips to your throat. “I want this off, Tink.”

Happy to oblige, you push him back so you can lift yourself up before you peel the fabric from your chest. You take your time with the bra, allowing the straps to fall down your arms oh so slowly. You don’t rush to reveal yourself to him, instead letting him anticipate you. Until his heart is racing and his eyes are darkening and he’s resisting the urge to do it himself.

But once he can finally see you, he nearly groans. “Oh, good fucking girl.” 

He resumes his work. More kisses are left to the warm, tender skin, and he happily sucks bruises into each swell and curve of your breast before teasing the nipple with his tongue. His hands are greedy—ravenous. Pulling at your flesh, clawing his way along your frame. 

When he reaches your thighs, you whimper. You’ve missed the way he touches you. The way he pries your legs apart and makes a home between.

In a rush, he snaps your panties off into his fist and you toss him a punishing glare.

He smiles.

You rid each other of your remaining clothes in a frantic fashion until they’re nothing more than a dirty pile on the floor. Messy and familiar. Fated.

He drops down onto the bed back first, effortlessly swapping positions as you’re placed in a straddle over his waist.

“Good girl, let me see you,” he murmurs, running his fingers down your cheek before grabbing your jaw. “Go ahead.”

You reach down and take his hardening cock in your hand, running it along your cunt before teasing yourself with the tip. 

“Didn’t stretch you,” he mumbles, leaving a few stray kisses to your collarbone. “S’might hurt, so—”

You push him in, simultaneously sinking down in an effort to feel a more prominent burn., and you both make a rather lewd noise as the grip on your chin tightens.

“Tink,” he hisses with a punishing look of his own. “Careful—”

You drop yourself further, muscles tensing around the thickness until your thighs begin to shake.

“Hey—” He forces your eyes on his. “Enough. Be gentle, m’not gonna hurt you—”

“I want you to,” you pant. “Please. I need it. I…fuck, Har, I need it. Please…please.”

He’s still frowning but his expression softens. “Baby…not like this. Maybe we should wait until you’re feeling better—"

“No,” you whimper. Desperate. Fraught. “Harry, please, don’t stop. Don’t make me stop—”

“Hey, easy, easy.” He pulls your forehead to his. “Breathe. It’s okay.”

You try to obey. Try to suck in a strangled gasp of air but it’s useless. He’s gonna take himself from you. He’s gonna leave, and you’ll be empty, and alone, and maybe he won’t ever touch you again—

He places his palm on your chest, right over your heart. “Breathe,” he says again. Soft. Quiet. “In then out. Good girl, just like that.”

You follow the sound of his voice. Mimic his inhales and exhales until the two of you fall into a synchronized rhythm. 

“Good,” he says again, rubbing his other hand along your back. “There you go. You’re all right, I’ve got you. Yeah?”

Weakly, you nod. “I’m…I’m sorry. I just…I—”

“Shh.” He kisses your nose. “You’re okay, Tink. I know.”

A long moment passes before you finally feel in control of your own heart again and once you blink the fog from your eye, you see him. Delicate and strong at the same time.

He sweeps his thumb along your lip. “Talk to me. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you admit. “Really, I just…I needed to feel you. And I wanted to…move on, I guess. Think about something else. Lose myself for a bit.”

He sighs but nods his understanding. “You could have told me that.”

“I know. I guess I’m just not used to sharing things with you.”

“I know,” he echoes with a small grin. “But we’ll learn, yeah?”

Your gaze grows suspicious. “And why would we do that?”

“Because,” he says simply. “If we’re gonna make a bunch of hot, smart babies one day, we’re gonna have to communicate.”

You snort. “Yeah, well, that won’t be for a while.”

“Fine. Just gives us more time to practice.”

Your eyes narrow. “You really have gone soft on me, haven’t you? All because you thought I was pregnant."

He laughs, fingers slipping around the back of your neck to pull you in for a kiss. “I’d argue I’m actually quite hard right now.”

“Ha. Funny.”

“I can hate you and like you at the same time, right?” he teases. “Because I think that’s my sweet spot. Wanting to kill you and fuck you all at once.”

“Agreed. You’re insufferable but you’re also one of my favorite people. Which only makes you more insufferable.”

“Yeah.” He smiles. “I think we earned a little civility, no?”

You nod and take his lip between your teeth. “And I think we should celebrate with an orgasm.”

He laughs again. “I suppose that’s only fair.”

You dance your kisses down his chest, enjoying the way his head drops back while he sighs at the feel of your tongue. He’s so beautiful and so good and if you’re going to lose yourself, you want to lose yourself in him.

Leaning back, brace your hands behind you on his knees, and start to bounce yourself on his cock. Over and over, faster and faster, until he’s grabbing onto your hips and giving them a firm, encouraging squeeze to help you along.

Your tits bounce right in his face, and he takes advantage of his front row seat, allowing his hands to trace and tease your nipples as you whine. He sucks them into his mouth and pulls them with his teeth. It sends chills along your spine and goosebumps along your arms and when he notices, he smirks.

 Not even a minute later, he’s pulling you down so your chest meets his. His hands land on your ass with a firm grip and he drags you along his cock. Slow and sensual until your eyes flutter shut, and you disappear into the building pleasure.

You feel his kisses on your ribcage as he begins to thrust up into you. Returning to the pace you previously set until you’re both chasing that familiar high. 

“There you go,” he praises through gritted teeth. “Fuck yeah, just like that—”

“Harry,” you mewl, fingers tangling in his hair. “Shit, please—”

“I know.” He leaves another kiss to the inside of your arm before he smacks your left ass cheek. “I got you, Princess. S’okay. Keep going.”

You grind yourself over his lap, knees hugging his waist as you bury yourself in the crook of his neck. Needy. Anxious. You match each other’s rhythm and it’s a dance. An effortless fluidity that brings you closer than ever before.

Then, he sucks two fingers into your mouth, and moves them between your cheeks. He grazes them over your tighter hole, gently teasing them over the other entrance before dropping them down to where his cock is fucking into your cunt. He plays with you a bit, pushing you just a bit closer while you wail—depraved—and beg for more.

“My good girl,” he praises. He spanks you again. “Fuck—that’s it, baby.”

Your staccato whimpers are consistent now. One for every thrust and you can almost taste his desperation as he turns his head in order to kiss your cheek. The sound of skin against skin is crude and delicious. The way your body slides against his. Like butter on a hot day, melting together.

He goes faster, pulls you harder. Fingers digging into your skin so hard it almost hurts. But in the best possible way. In turn, you brace yourself with a palm on his throat. Squeezing it tight as you start to get closer. 

“Yeah,” he groans. “Shit…harder—”

You obey, pinching the sides of his neck until his eyes roll back. 

You can feel his heart racing against yours. You’re both warm. Hot. Shaking. A tangled mess of limps and depraved grinding like animals in heat.

“M’almost…m’almost there,” you whisper.

He nods, looking down your body to watch the way your ass bounces in his hands. “Go. S’okay, go. Let me feel you.”

He leaves more kisses to your side and the tender way his lips feel against your skin makes your brain go fuzzy. 

You grip his throat a bit tighter and just like that…it’s over.

The two of you cum together, the room filling with moans and gasps and promises. He settles beneath you while you ride out the rest of your high but he makes sure to keep his arm around you through every second.

Once you finally catch your breath, he hums. “God-fucking-damn.”

You grin. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He turns to see you. “I think I’m pregnant.”

You roll your eyes with a swat to his chest but you’re laughing. “You’re so annoying.”

“And yet you still like me.”

“I never said that.”

“You said I’m your favorite person.”

“Yeah, well, I lied.”

“Right.” He helps you ease him out before he’s flipping you around and moving himself between your legs.   

You blink. “What the hell are you doing?”

He lifts two fingers and eases them along your swollen pussy. Collecting the white, sticky substance already leaking out before easily pushing it back in.

“Harry,” you scold. “I think we’ve had enough breeding for one day.”

He smirks. “Relax, Tink, m’not breeding you. I just…like to see it drip out.”

Your heart leaps. “…oh.”

“Yeah.” He rests his cheek against the inside of your thigh in order to watch. “S’always so fucking pretty.”

You reach down and card your fingers through his sweaty curls. Happy and content for the first time in days.

He looks up. “One day,” he promises, even though it sounds more like a question.

But somehow, in this moment, it makes everything else worth it.

You grin.

“One day.”

AAA I can’t believe we finally did it!! I’m not gonna lie them being soft with each other is gross 😭 BUT ALSO CUTE!! YAY PROGRESS!!

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[cardo-de-comer]

and yet he is not the blind one

[thesolidar]

// Another Ultrakill enemy fan concept //

Reapers are former ferrymen whose hope for redemption has faded. They abandoned their work and retreated to the lower layers of Hell. Since then, their only aspiration has been to find a new meaning to their existence to replace the old one. When machines invaded Hell, they found that meaning in relentlessly hunting them down. The Reapers' scythes are made from those very spoons, and their bones are soaked in blood from constant battle.

[glitchgh0sty]

AhHA! Finally gotchu! *quietly slides mimics au sketches across the forest floor* 🫶^u^

Extra sneakiness ✨:

- Hey Glitch,, whatcha. *cough* Doin over there??

- ,,Keferoning … - I think.

[crazymecjc]

look at yourself… you’re the true puppet.

[sp0o0kylights]

Knight Commander Stephan Harrington, Champion of Light, right hand to the newly crowned (and very young) Queen Elaine, was tied up on the floor. 

Unfortunately, so was Eddie.

Which wasn’t intentional--it certainly had not been the plan (not that kidnapping two royal knights had been the plan either)--but it was the outcome that had happened and so, Eddie had to deal. 

Now if only he could get the damn bespelled ropes from entangling him…

“You are incredibly bad at this.” The knight informed him in an amused tone. “Like, insanely bad. You should be ashamed levels of bad.” 

…which would be a lot easier if he wasn’t being heckled. 

“I am not!” Eddie defended, as he finally managed to free himself, throwing the offending, wiggling ropes across the room. Never again would he buy from the cheap spell stall in the market. 

“This is a clear and obvious ploy to get you to feel like I am in over my head and you--both of you!--are falling for it!” 

He leapt to his feet, spinning around and staring down at his captives with a look he hoped was threatening.

(It wasn’t.) 

“We've been kidnapped a handful of times, you know.” Knight First Class Robin Buckley spoke up from her position tied next to her commander. “People tend to put way more thought into it than this.” 

She’d adjusted her position sometime between her initial capture (a spell he'd purchased that Eddie had intended to hit the royal carriage and not the knights escorting it) to sit cross legged, hands bound behind her back.

“At least one thought, anyway. You gotta admit this feels pretty desperate.” Stephan piled on. He’d been more entertained than pissed ever since Eddie had taken himself down with his own tools, and the wisecracks were getting worse. 

“Thank you, Sir Stephan--”

“You can just call me Steve, man.” 

“—but some of us are on a tight deadline here. And for your information,” He brought himself to his full height, trying to loom over them menacingly, “nobody goes around kidnapping royalty unless they’re absolutely desperate.”

Not that he’d succeeded in the “royalty” department, but he’d gotten close enough. 

“Oh that reeks of a tragic backstory.” Robin said, like she was seated at a dinner party and not on the floor. “Did you get cursed?” 

“He looks like the type of guy to get cursed.” Steve agreed, head tilting like a faithful dogs as he examined his captor. 

Frustration overwhelmed him in a wave and Eddie went to angrily yank on his hair before catching himself in the act. As good as it would feel in the moment, it would not help him convince the idiots before him that this was serious, dammit! 

The result was that he flung his hands around wildly for a moment, before storming off across the room of the little abandoned cabin he’d found, face burning a brilliant, obvious red. 

“I didn’t get cursed, I got accused of--oh. Oh, no, I will not be caught monologuing, fuck you!”

He whirled on his heels, pointing a finger at their stupid faces. “Why I did it doesn’t even matter!” 

(Or rather, it did matter—a lot, actually—but not right now. Not to them.

Stupid fucking royal employees and their stupid fucking charmed lives.) 

He wasn’t shrieking, he wasn’t--except he was, and both knights traded a look behind his back as he paced wildly about. “I caught you, and I am going to use you to get what I want!” 

“Right, sure.” Steve said, nonplussed. “Say, did you maybe touch a weird looking, possibly magical item by chance? Or gave your name to a weirdly attractive looking lady who seems to love yapping about royal court band practices and who definitely wasn't one of the Fae?” 

He cast a sly look at his companion with that last line, and was rewarded when her mouth popped open in instant offense. 

“You swore you’d stop bringing that up!” Robin said, snapping a leg out in a kick, nailing her companion in the thigh with one thick boot. 

“I swore I’d stop bringing up the incident with Nancy.” Steve fired back, taking her kicks with ease. “And all those archery lessons you swore you needed, because you apparently hit your head in battle and forgot how a bow worked--”

“Shut up, Dingus!” Robin growled, in tandem with Eddie’s mounting panic. 

This was not, at all, going how this was supposed to. Not that anything had as it was supposed to, since shit went sideways, but the knights were at least could have the decency to be somewhat afraid of him! 

Or angry.

Eddie could work with angry!

This two bit comedy routine he was being subjected to instead of any rational reaction was just the icing on top of the weird cake of his life and he was this close to having a full blown mental breakdown about it. 

Which, of course, was exactly when they had to go and make things worse.

Robin stopped kicking her commander and turned back to Eddie, eyes narrowing with the sharpness of someone who had just put something big together. “Hey, hold on—aren’t you that bard half the kingdom won’t shut up about? Eddie the Balladeer?”

Because naturally, the first time anyone recognized him since his life went to hell, it had to be the people he’d just kidnapped.

(He should have listened to his uncle and become a woodworker.) 

“I was.” Eddie grumped. “More like fuckin’ Eddie the Banished now. But again,” He stressed the word with a harsh flick of both hands, “that doesn’t matter.” 

“Why not?” Steve pressed him. “Pretty sure Dustin is planning on you playing at his birthday party. He’s obsessed with that weird song you do. The one with the bed spring noises.” 

Eddie did not know who Dustin was, but after the chaos of the past two weeks, it was only a matter of time before word of his so-called crimes reached the capitol and shredded whatever remained of his reputation.

“Considering I’ve been accused of murder and my entire damn hometown thinks I’m leading satanic rituals, I seriously doubt that,” he sneered, aiming for something haughty and menacing—anything that would make them start taking this whole thing seriously. 

Steve and Robin exchanged another look, the kind only two people sharing a single brain cell could, the unspoken agreement loud and clear on their faces: ‘Do Not Laugh Right Now.

Which was, frankly, insulting, given the sheer level of trauma that came with being branded a murderer.

“Who accused you of satanic worship?” Steve managed to ask, clearly struggling to keep his words giggle free. “You look like one of those wobbly baby deer. You know, with the big, cute eyes.”

Eddie glowered at him. “Are you deaf? I just said it was the entire town!” 

(He determinedly ignored the fact that Steve had just compared him to a damn woodland creature—and called him cute, on top of it.)

“Is this one of those things wrong place wrong time things?” Robin tacked on, like this was a fun puzzle and not Eddie’s life spiraling wildly out of control. “Like, ‘there’s a dead body on the floor and I’m holding a knife but I swear I just walked in here right before the constable did’ type of situations?” 

“I bet the person he apparently murdered isn’t even dead.” Steve fake-whispered to Robin conspiratorially, eyes never leaving Eddie’s. They were crinkled at the edges in a smile, like this entire thing was getting better by the second. “Money says he helped a fair maiden get out of an awful marriage and the shitty fiancé accused him of killing her.” 

Which is exactly what happened, the fucking dick. 

Jaw swimming with his attempts to get out too many words at once, Eddie sputtered. “Of course she isn’t dea--I mean, I, no!” 

“Ha! Steve you totally nailed it.” Robin said, leaning back in triumph. “Which means Dongus here was trying to kidnap one of the Princes to get someone to listen to you. God that’s so cliche.” 

“It’s not like I asked for it to happen!” Eddie shrilled, tone hitting notes he hadn’t been aware his throat could make. 

“Man, I'm good.” Steve said, ignoring Eddie entirely. "I should've been a detective."

“Please, you’re much better at looking intimidating than actually being intimidating. Why do you think Hopper made you Champion, Mr. Model?” 

Eddie’s hands were in his hair again, and this time, he gave up all pretenses of looking cool and evil and let himself tear at it. 

“Why I’m doing this doesn’t matter because it’s not like you two can fucking help me!” 

That, at least, cut through the good cheer, succeeding in finally getting both knights to shut up. 

“I’m dead if I don’t fix this, but worse is if they go on and target Wayne, or Gareth or the rest of the band, or--” He wasn’t exactly hyperventilating, but he was breathing awfully fast. “I can’t let that fucknut Carver go on a whole rampage and hurt everyone who ever associated with me!” 

Wayne was fairly talented at talking the village down, but that had always been when Eddie had been accused of selling fake potions or replacing the town flag with Jason’s undergarments. 

He was not going to be able to fight off an angry mob, should they decide to make the trek to him. 

“Hey.” Steve said, his voice losing all the humor it had before. “It’s okay.”

“It’s not okay!”

“We can help make it okay.” Robin said gently and it become abruptly clear that his kidnapping victims were now trying to comfort him, because life just had to kick him while he was down. “We’re Knights of the Kingdom, after all.” 

“Oh and I suppose I’m just supposed to untie you and you’ll--what?” Eddie glared at them, hands pulling hard at his hair. “Just let the whole kidnapping thing go? Help me out of the goodness of your hearts instead of arresting me and throwing me in the stockades?” 

Steve shrugged. “I mean, yeah.” 

“I don’t believe you.” Eddie said flatly. 

“Does it help if we tell you this isn’t a contender for the top ten weirdest situations we’ve been in?” Robin asked. “Like, it’s not even close.” 

“No. No it does not.”

“Okay.” Steve said, in a ‘thinking aloud’ sort of voice. “How about this? We give you our words as knights that we’ll help clear your name, and you can stick with us so no one else tries anything until we do.” 

Like Eddie was dumb enough to fall for that bullshit. 

“And why would you do that? What's in it for you to help clear my name?” He challenged them. “We both know the second I untie either of you, you’re going to overwhelm me and take me in. I’m not taking that chance.”

Not with Wayne on the line. 

“Has anyone ever told you you have trust issues?” Steve asked, pushing Eddie right over the edge. 

“I was convicted!” He dropped his hands in a crazed movement, only to smack the back of one against the other's palm in time with his shrieking. “Of! Murder!” 

He must have hit another shrill note, because Steve and Robin both winced. 

“Easy.” Steve soothed. “You know who I am, right?”

Eddie snorted. Sir Stephan’s face was plastered across a shitload of banners all over the kingdom. You couldn’t go anywhere without knowing who the Queen’s Champion was, and Robin was nearly just as famous.

“Yes.” He grit out. 

“Then you know that while I myself don’t have any kind of magic or power, I am tied directly into the Kingdom’s power.” 

In an impressive display of athleticism, Steve maneuvered himself up into a proper kneel, hands still tied behind his back with softly glowing ropes. 

He looked up at Eddie through thick lashes, expression earnest. “If you want, I will tap into it to make you an unbreakable oath. That way I can’t betray you.” 

Stunned into stillness, Eddie stared at him, before his eyes swept to his companion, trying to check if this was some kind of trick or trap or--something else he was too stupid to catch.

Instead of an answer, Robin looked just as shocked as Eddie, her jaw dropping.

“Dingus, you can’t be serious,” She protested, while Eddie finally found his voice to choke out;

“Why would you do that?”

“Because we’re the good guys,” Steve replied, with a smile so bright it could probably power the sun. “and the good guys help people.” 

That was said a little oddly--like he was quoting someone who’d said it many, many times before. 

Eddie opened his mouth, struggling to form the words. 

“How,” he started, his voice cracking on the word. He paused, biting his lip before finally gathering the strength to ask, “How do you know I’m not just lying to you?”

“You?” Steve echoed, the word practically a challenge, but he was still looking up at Eddie through those damn eyelashes, his expression calm, like they'd known each other for a hundred years and would know each other for a hundred more. “No way.” 

They stared at each other for a long, drawn out moment. Eddie didn’t know what Robin was doing, didn’t have room in his brain to even recall her presence in the room. It felt like he and Steve were connected, his entire life was teetering and this moment would decide the outcome. 

Steve had been right. Eddie did have trust issues. Big ones, and this entire situation had only made them worse, but somehow, in that moment, he felt like he could do the impossible.

He could trust Steve.

“Okay.” He said quietly, all his bluster and wild hand movements gone. 

Steve beamed at him.

“Kneel down in front of me.” The knight instructed, and as if drawn by an invisible thread, Eddie did so, dropping down so his face was level with Steve’s. 

“Come closer.” Steve ordered, and waited as Eddie shuffled, closer and closer, until they were barely a breaths width apart, so close he could see the streaks of gold in Steve’s warm, brown eyes. 

“I,” Steve started, in a voice that was both powerful and intimate, “Sir Stephan, Knight Commander of the Kingdom of Light, Queen’s Champion and head of House Harrington, call upon the bonds that make me and that I have made in turn, to hereby swear to you,”

He paused, waiting, and it took Eddie a moment to realize he had never given the man his name.

“Edward Munson, of Town Hawkins.” He muttered, bespelled entirely by the warmth in Steve's eyes. 

“Edward Munson, Bard of Town Hawkins,” Steve said, and oh, what the addition of the word ‘bard.’ did to Eddie’s stomach. The flips it made when he realized just how well Steve was continuing to read him, better than anyone else in his life ever had.

(It made him feel insane.)

“that I will aid in clearing your name, restoring your reputation, and ensuring your safe return to the life you were meant to live.” 

Something built up between them, humming with the buzz of magic. The weight felt tangible, the threads growing thick tying Eddie and Steve together.

“By the powers that be.” Steve whispered, leaning ever so slightly forward, eyelashes lowering. 

Eddie repeated the last line back to Steve, guided by the nudging insistence of the magic that circled them. 

For a second the oath become visible, strings of bright yellow magic surging about, and Eddie was almost drawn to look at it, had he not been distracted by Steve closing the distance between them.

“Wha--” Eddie started to ask, only for Steve to draw the word into his own mouth, sealing their oath with a kiss. 

In the songs Eddie sung, the world exploded when one experienced true love's kiss. Birds sang, and people cheered, fireworks rose to explode in the air. 

This kiss was nothing like that.

This kiss felt like coming home. 

Steve ended it as chastly as he started it, pulling back to smile at him. “And there you have it. One sworn Knight Commander, duty bound to clear your good name.” 

“Uh huh.” Eddie said, blinking rapidly, trying to come back into himself, trying not to look as dazed as he felt. “Right. My uh, name.” 

Steve beamed at him. Tentatively, Eddie smiled back, and if a moment could be warm then this one was the warmest thing Eddie had ever experienced, like a gentle blanket being draped across them both.

It was ruined entirely by the forced coughing that started up next to them. 

“If you two are done now, my arms are going numb.” Robin announced, making Eddie jerk back and Steve roll his eyes. 

“Sorry.” Eddie said automatically, face going red for the third time that day. “I’ll uh. I’ll do that now.”

In his mad scramble to get to his feet and hide how aroused he was, Eddie missed the smug look Steve gave Robin.

In his attempts at removing the spelled ropes from her wrists, he equally missed the sarcastically mouthed ‘Slut.’ Robin aimed back at him. 

He did, however, somehow understand that Robin came with Steve, and that he had just damned himself to their bantering.

Weirdly, it made him feel better instead of worse.

xXx

 “So out of curiosity, what name did you give yourself?” Steve asked a handful of hours later, as the three of them began their trek to Castle Hoosier.

Eddie frowned at him. “Name?”

“You know.” Steve nudged his shoulder against Eddie’s playfully, like they were buddies. “Your evil wizard name, or whatever.”

“I never said I was a wizard, Steve.” 

“You cannot tell me someone as dramatic as yourself didn’t immediately decide to change your name to something ridiculous.” The knight challenged, and Eddie hated how easily the guy had clocked him. “I bet it has evil in the title. Or Mean. Or--” 

“It was Dread Lord Munson.”  Robin interrupted. 

With a grin so wide it overtook her entire face, she turned a little leatherbound notebook to face Steve. There, in Eddie’s spidery scrawl, was the offending name taking up half the page. 

“Where did you get that!?” Eddie squawked, lunging for the book. Robin, in a show of skill he wouldn’t have thought her capable of, tossed it right over his head, into the waiting hands of Steve. 

Eddie spun, cursing wildly as Steve took a look at his personal (!) writings. 

(He hadn't even seen her grab it, dammit!)

He ducked out of the way once, then twice, laughing the entire time, before closing the book with a snap and holding it out to Eddie. 

“Come on, Dork Lord, let’s go get your name cleared.” He said, a fond grin on his face. 

“I hate you. Both of you.” Eddie whined, a blush dusting his cheeks as he snatched his book back, but followed Steve anyway. 

He had the worst feeling he was going to be doing that for a while, now. Even if his name got cleared.

Fucking knights.

Bonus:

“We both know that binding ritual does not involve a kiss, Steve.” Robin said, some time later, quiet enough for only her friend to hear. 

“Ah, shut up Robs. Let me have my fun.” Steve said. “Besides, it sets the tone. Now that he knows what kissing me is like, it's all he’s gonna be thinking about.” 

“Pretty sure all he’s thinking about is clearing his name, Dingus.”

“Okay, yeah.” Steve stressed the word, “but after we clear it? That little scatterbrained bard is gonna be fully focused on me.” He flicked a finger at his own chest, and gave what he thought was his best winning smile. 

Robin made gagging noises.

In retaliation. Steve tried to push her off her horse. 

[joshuamj]

Linktober Day 1: Mirror

Prompt list I'll be trying a few days from!

[vampiriito]

Pillow talk and the fifth amendment (3)

(JJ Maybank x pogue! reader x Rafe Cameron ) ..in which you found yourself torn between two worlds when your best friend, JJ Maybank, who you've been in love with since forever starts dating Kiara. In a jealousy haze you start hooking up with Rafe Cameron, the infamous kook prince. Do you manage to keep everything casual and under control? No, is it fun? Also kind of no, given you hate yourself each time you managed to orgasm. And especially since Rafe's favorite activity is to pick on you and your friends outside the bedroom..

"Guilt"

noun

chiefly US

"A useless yet very common emotion that plagues people and can make them go crazy. Guilt is so useless because after you have done the deed there is no changing it. Therefore there is no reason to feel bad, it is counter productive and pointless. This is one of the worst feelings in the world and it arises for no reason whatsoever. It can be described as a powerful feeling of regret and anxiety all in one. The guilt often occurs the night after excessive drinking or after sleeping with the person who actively bullies your friends. It can also occur if you realize you're in love with one of your best friends while dating someone, situations may vary."

You often wondered what was it exactly that made you fall in love with JJ, your closest best friend, inevitably sealing your own fate once he started dating one of your other friends. JJ was handsome, like a fallen angel, his looks so dangerous that sometimes he used them to his advantage. Seemingly. He knew he was handsome and it wasn't entirely a bad thing, but confidence melted into cockiness at times it seemed. When he used to go up to girls at parties, he knew for sure that he was gonna score. Not because he was a person with a good family life or even an over the top smart dude, he was hot and girls wanted to sleep with him. You included. Of course that didn't mean the cocky blonde was stupid like a can of paint, no. He was very clever and he had a knack on reading people and situations better than any of your other friends.

He was emotionally aware, but just like any other 17 year old boy on the island, he deemed emotions as something insignificant and beneath the lust he faced due to his hormones. Maybe that's what pushed him to take the leap of faith that was: dating Kiara. What pushed you to love the boy was, the fact that you were utterly and completely similar. No one from your little group actually bated an eye or knew what it meant living in a house full of ghosts better than JJ. He was constantly running away from house and the skeletons that came with the shitty, run down trailer park property. Just like you.

Before your dad left, your parents' relationship wasn't ideal. They were far from a happy couple of parents. Despite the living situations all three of you faced, you weren't the only ones, and you envied some of the other pogues living in your neighborhood for having good parents. Even if they were rare. Your dad had a way out. He wasn't stuck with your mom, in that shitty and unclean house anymore. He was off to being a functional alcoholic somewhere in a state across the country that he never disclosed to you, in fear that you might want to go and look after him. As if a 15 year old would be able to do that.

So falling in love with JJ came as easily as learning to love yourself (even if that was questionable in of itself.) JJ was your male counterpart. He was just as reckless as you, both of you adrenaline junkies who gave up on the idea that there was a future lurking behind your high school diploma. No self preservation whatsoever, most of your decisions influenced by the ridiculous amounts of alcohol you both consumed to drown out whatever issues you were facing THAT week alone. Sex was following behind closely. And while John B could've sworn that you and JJ would end up sleeping with each other, which would cause you both to get in a very toxic relationship, you proved him wrong. JJ, just like your dad had found a small sliver of a way out of a cycle that would be doomed before it began by dating Kiara. Who, despite pretending to be a pogue, had rich, loving parents at the end of the day. Giving JJ and Kie a small chance at a good life if they stuck around with one another, long enough that marriage wasn't just a distant thing of the future.

But of course no was thinking about marriage at that age. Not JJ and definitely not you. Your relationship with Rafe was, in your mind one of the bad decisions induced by alcohol and weed, which you regretted deeply. Despite it being your only helpful connection at the current time in your life. Seriously, you would sometimes wonder, what if Rafe wasn't a bad person? Would actually be able to date him? He knew his way around your body better than yourself sometimes, and while the age gap was questionable, you were mature enough to not get groomed. Or so you liked to think. It wasn't like you were desperate for the older boy's attention or money, sometimes it felt like it was the other way around. That, without admitting it, Rafe craved your attention and affections.

JJ was a force to be reckoned with. That was one of the main reasons you fell in love with him. This boy would do anything to satisfy any of his needs. Which wasn't a good combination as you both grew up into the 17 year olds you are now. Because you were the only person that was always at arm's reach and yet very far away. It always irked JJ in a way he couldn't quite pin point. You were determined when it came to keeping secrets and he was a nosy bastard. A cocky, sarcastic one at that. It got worse when he started dating Kie 3 months ago. Before that day on the boat and the following evening when you confessed to the pogues that you were casually seeing someone, he knew something was up. But what good was it? He didn't buy the line of shit that you spewed about the guy you were sleeping with, being from Charleston and he didn't know who you were pining after either. It didn't help he had realized recently that he was in love with you with no absolute way to do anything about it. He was powerless in this situation, which in retrospect, he wasn't supposed to be a part in. Given he had a girlfriend whim he loved dearly.

After a particularly long and bad fight with your mom you found yourself skating back to the only place you knew, John B's house. You were hoping the house was empty, not wanting to deal with your friends' questioning and to just unwind in the familiar surroundings. You didn't wanna meet Rafe either, that's how bad it was. Sex wouldn't have helped at the moment. Although you were tempted a little when you left your house earlier.

The house wasn't empty though. As JJ had nothing else to do, he was taking a break from his job at the auto shop when the sound of skateboard wheels got his attention in the quiet house. He immediately recognized who it was. He got up from the couch and walked over to the front door, his hands shoved in his hoodie pockets. He didn't make any noise, he just leant against the doorway and watched you skate closer to the house.

He studied your expression, taking in the exhaustion and irritation etched across your features. He knew something was wrong; you only came to the Chateau when you were upset (which was fairly often now that JJ thought about it). He couldn't ignore the protective feeling that instantly welled up inside him, his heart clenching at the thought of you being upset and hurt. Without realizing it, he spoke up, his voice soft yet firm.

"Everything okay there, gorgeous?"

You glide smoothly to a stop, feeling the wheels slow beneath you. With a slight shift of your weight, you step off the skateboard, your foot landing firmly on the ground. You lift the board with a quick flick of your ankle, catching it effortlessly in your hand. The motion is fluid, almost second nature, as you transition from riding to walking. You tuck the board under your arm, glancing up at JJ and stopping awkwardly a few feet away from the front door. "Why are you wearing a hoodie..? it's like 86 degrees outside..?" you ask, furrowing your brows.

He shrugged, a slight smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. He loved that you thought to mention something so stupid like that at the moment. You always made him feel like a dumbass, but he didn’t mind one bit. "What, I can't wear a hoodie? It's comfortable. Plus, I like hoods. Makes me look badass."

He took a step closer to you, his eyes scanning over your form as he stepped off the wooden steps of the front door. The urge to reach out and just hold you to his chest was so damn strong. He wanted to feel your body against his, to wrap his arms around you and take away whatever hurt or angered you. But he forced himself to keep his hands still, his fingers twitching slightly in his pockets.

"So, you gonna tell me what's up, sugar? Or just stand there lookin' pretty?"

You grimaced without realizing as he came to a stop in front of you, studying his face before looking away and speaking, "What, I can't come here to hang out anymore?" you asked mirroring his teasing question when you pointed out the fact that he was wearing a hoodie in summer. Although there wasn't any hint of playfulness in your expression or tone.

He raised an eyebrow at your response, sensing the lack of humor in your voice. It wasn't like you to be this serious, but he could tell that whatever happened earlier was weighing heavily on your mind. He took another step closer, his voice dropping to a more serious tone.

"Yeah, you can always come hang out, y'know that. But I can tell somethin's eatin' at you. You're not the best at hidin' when you're upset, gorgeous."

" 'M not upset.." you mumbled, forcing yourself to lock eyes with him. Despite the clenching of your heart whenever you looked into his blue eyes.

JJ tilted his head slightly, his gaze fixed on you intently. He could see the tension in your body, the way your hands clutched at the skateboard. He didn't believe your words for a second.

"Try tellin' that to someone who can't read you like a damn book." He scoffed softly, "You always come here when you are. So don't gimme any bullshit right now."

Your teeth sank into your bottom lip without realizing, teasing the small cut there, which caused a small, sharp pang of pain to shoot through your lip. " Same old shit." you nodded vaguely.

JJ's gaze flicked down to your lip, catching sight of the cut. Immediately he felt a pang of worry in his chest. His eyes narrowed slightly, his hands twitching again. He wanted to reach out and gently brush his thumb over your lip, to soothe the pain there. But he forced himself to remain still, his heart thumping loudly in his chest.

"Same old shit?" he repeated, "With your mom again?"

You hummed in response, a small bitter and humorless smirk tugging at your lips as you felt the copper taste of blood on them. You raised your free hand up, your fingers brushing over the small cut to smear the blood off.

JJ swore quietly under his breath as you confirmed it was about your mom. He clenched his fists, his jaw tightening. He hated that you had to deal with all that crap at home. It didn't seem fair. No one should have to go through that, let alone the girl he lov..

He forcefully pushed that thought out of his mind, not wanting to think about that. But the protective feeling only grew stronger. He wanted to wrap you in his arms, to hold you until all the pain went away. But he didn't. Because he had to keep up the pretense of being your best friend. Even though he was probably making a big deal out of it. He was still allowed to hug you, right? Just because he was in love-.. had a girlfriend, he could still be affectionate to his friends.

" 'S all good.." you smiled, but you didn't have the energy to try and get the smile to reach your eyes, shifting your weight from one foot to the other.

He clenched his jaw tighter, his eyes narrowing further at your attempt at a smile. There was no mistaking that forced expression on your face. It was clear as day that you were far from fine. JJ hated how you always tried to act tough and hide your pain. He could see right through it from years of doing the same. The curse of clocking the bullshit he so desperately tried to sell people.

"Don't bullshit me, gorgeous." He said firmly, his voice filled with equal parts anger and concern. "You're not okay."

You wanted to drop your skateboard that was tucked under your arm and hug him. His words were testing the small barrier of casualness in the conversation, and you already were feeling shitty and unstable, emotions all over the place like misplaced clothes on your floor. But you didn't do that, it felt awkward and in some ways you'd feel guilty even though you were allowed to hug your best friend even if he was dating someone. "It isn't anything new.."

JJ's heart ached when you didn't drop the damn skateboard. He wanted so badly to pull you into his arms. To let you rest your face against his chest where he could bury his nose in your hair and soothe the pain away. But with Kie in the picture, it felt wrong to do that. He gritted his teeth, forcing himself to maintain the distance between you.

"Just 'cause 'it ain't new' don't mean it's okay, y'know that right?" He said quietly.

He wanted to tell you more, to urge you to just break down and let him comfort you. But the right words wouldn't come. He just stood there, his heart aching, his arms itching to hold you while his mind was screaming at him to just give you a damn hug. A simple hug between friends.

"You deserve better than that crap. You deserve somethin' good, gorgeous..."

"Nothing in my life is good." you stated (the statement too charged for your liking), a small frown tugging at your features side stepping him awkwardly to drop the skateboard by the steps of the front door before walking up and into the house.

JJ's heart dropped a little at your words. The defeated tone in your voice was like a knife twisting in his chest. He watched silently as you dropped the skateboard by the door and made your way inside. But that wasn't gonna stop him. He wasn't even sure if he could even stop himself at this point. His heart was in charge, and it was telling him to follow you into the house and just hold you tightly against his chest.

He took a deep breath before striding forward and following you into the Chateau.

As JJ entered the Chateau after you, he immediately found you sitting on the edge of the ratty couch, your head in your hands. The sight pained him and made his heart ache even more. He wanted nothing more than to pull you into his arms and just hold you, but he couldn't. He felt conflicted and confused, his emotions all over the place. He walked slowly over, his footsteps loud against the wooden floorboards, before sitting down beside you, close enough that your thighs just brushed.

He sat there in silence for a moment, watching you with a heavy heart. He looked at your bowed head, the way your shoulders trembled slightly, and the sight made his chest ache. He swallowed hard, before speaking softly.

"Gorgeous..." he said quietly, his voice filled with a mixture of guilt, shame, and concern. "You don't really mean that, do you?"

"I meant generally.. my life is a string of unfortunate events and even more unfortunate choices." you spoke, rubbing your face with your hands in exhaustion, your glasses placed beside you on the couch. You knew he took it personally, but you didn't mean it like that. If you were to think about it more deeply, being in love with JJ and having him as your best friend was one of the few things that was a pleasant constant in your life, despite the trouble they brought sometimes.

Even though he knew you didn't mean it like that, it still hurt a little that you thought your life was nothing but a string of bad luck. Especially knowing that there were a lot of things out of your control.

As you spoke, his gaze settled on your face, taking in the way your hands rubbed at your weary eyes. He had to fight the urge to pull you into his arms and just hold you. But he couldn't. Instead, he shifted a little closer, his body angled towards you.

"That ain't true.... we have each other.."

"That goes without saying.." you mumbled, grateful that he verbalized out loud what you were thinking and you didn't have to say it and make your self feel awkward. You kept your face buried in your hands, letting out a shaky sigh as you felt the events of the day settle over you in the silence of the chateau. And the day wasn't even over, it was only late afternoon.

JJ felt a small, bittersweet smile tug at his lips at your mumbled reply. As much as he hated to see you in pain, there was something comforting in knowing that you regarded him as a constant in your life, just like he did for you.

He watched you wearily for a moment, his heart heavy. He STILL itched to reach out and pull you against him, to hold you and soothe all the pain away. But he held back, his hand clenching the fabric of his shorts in an effort to keep himself in check.

"You're the best thing in my life." you spoke quietly, raising your face from your hands, glancing at him sat by your side on the ratty couch.

JJ's heart skipped a beat at your words, his stomach filled with fluttering butterflies. He tried to push away the warm feeling that filled his chest, tried to act like those words hadn't affected him as much as they had.

He swallowed, looking back at you. The sunlight streaming in through the window behind the couch illuminated your face beautifully. It took his breath away.

".. And you're the best thing in mine."

He watched you for a moment, admiring your beautiful features before he turned his gaze away, looking down at his lap. He felt a pang of guilt, a feeling that had become all too familiar since he had gotten together with Kie. He knew he shouldn't feel this way, he knew he should be happy with Kie, but he couldn't help the way his heart ached for you, how the sight of you sitting next to him made his stomach flip-flop.

If you weren't so disgusted by the idea of crying in front of another human being you would've broke down. Your throat felt tight, like there was a big lump there as your eyes stayed glued to the side of his face even as he looked down. His words were echoing in your head, '..and you're the best thing in mine.' You mirrored his stance, fidgeting with your fingers in your lap while you shuffled your feet on the floor awkwardly.

JJ could sense the tension between you both, the air thick with unspoken words and emotions. Every moment of silence felt like a dagger being twisted in his heart. He could almost hear the sound of your ragged breaths and the beating of your hearts, each thump reminding him of the growing distance between you two.

He couldn't stand it anymore. The silence was becoming too much. He had to say something, anything, to break the tension. So, he spoke, his voice low and rough.

"Hey.." he started, his gaze still fixed on his hands clenched tightly in his lap. He took a deep breath, his heart thudding in his chest. "Can I ask you something? It's been eating me alive.."

"Yeah.." you responded, your voice weak.

JJ finally looked up to meet your gaze, his eyes searching yours as he tried to find the right words to say. He took in a shaky breath, his heart thundering in his chest. God, he wanted to pull you into a tight embrace and never let go. But he couldn't. He couldn't because you weren't his to hold.

"Why.." He began, his voice strained. "Why..."

His tongue felt heavy in his mouth. The words refused to come out the way he wanted them to. He closed his eyes tightly, taking another deep breath before he tried again.

"Why.. what?" you asked, still trying to swallow down the lump in your throat so you could breathe properly, but not succeeding.

He exhaled shakily, his eyes opening slowly to look at you again. He could see the strain in your features, the discomfort and unease, and it shattered his heart. But he had to say it.

"Why did you lie to me...?" His voice was quiet, filled with unspoken emotions.

"What did i lie about?" you grimaced, studying his face intently. Was he talking about your lie about the identity of the guy you were hooking up? Did he know you were actually sleeping with Rafe?

He narrowed his eyes slightly at your response, noticing the grimace on your face.

"Don't play dumb." He replied, his voice a little more firm. He was getting closer to the truth and he could almost taste it, and the taste was bound to be bitter on JJ's tongue. The thought of it made his hands curl into fists

"We both know you don't have some random guy from Charleston in your back pocket. You're not fooling anyone with that bullshit."

He continued, fixing you with a sharp look.

"So, I'll ask again. Why did you lie to me, Y/n? And tell me the truth this time." His voice was firm but there was a hint of pleading behind it. He needed to know, he needed to hear it from you, so he could stop this inner turmoil and let go.

"Cause the truth is worse and i feel guilty about it." you frowned, your statement simple and cryptic.

A flicker of alarm passed through his eyes. What could possibly be worse than you sleeping with some random guy from Charleston? His heart thudded loudly.

"Worse...?" He repeated, his voice cracking slightly. "Worse than hooking up with some guy you don't know?"

"I had the worst day JJ... I'm not doing this." you turned your face to the side, grabbing your glasses from beside you, placing them back on your face.

JJ's frustration grew as you evaded his question. He clenched his jaw tightly, the muscles in his face taunt with tension.

"No. I'm not letting this go." He said firmly, reaching out to grab your wrist as you tried to move away. "You're not getting away by changing the subject or dismissing it. I need to know."

"I am dismissing it. I don't wanna talk about that." you stood up from the couch, hovering over him as you stared down at him, scowling.

His eyes flicked up to meet yours, his grip on your wrist tightening slightly at your stubborn behavior.

"Tough." He replied, his voice sharp. He stood up too, matching your stance as he looked up at you. Their proximity was close enough to make his heart skip a beat, but he pushed that feeling down, determined to get answers.

"You're going to talk about it whether you want to or not."

"I ain't telling you shit. It's none of your business who I'm sleeping with." you glared up at him, you were in disbelief. You just had the worst day with your mom and her boyfriend and here he was, asking you about something so insignificant at the moment.

He could feel his patience slipping as you continued to dig your heels in. He clenched his jaw tightly, his frustration bubbling just beneath the surface.

"Not my business?" He repeated. "Who you're sleeping with is not my business? Well, I beg to differ." His tone was cold.

"Why? are you gonna play 'concerned best friend' card? I don't need that bullshit okay? Worry about your girlfriend, or the fact that you're not faithful to her." you sneered lightly, bringing up that night at the party when he confessed he wasn't entirely faithful to Kie and then tried to hook up with you. That night was stuck in your mind, playing back his words when you looked at him.

His eyes darkened, his expression hardening as you brought up that night at the party. He flinched, as if you had struck a nerve, and his grip on your wrist tightened almost painfully before he let go.

He took a step back, his chest feeling tight as the memories flooded back. He clenched his jaw tightly, his voice coming out sharp. "Don't bring that up right now." He snapped.

"Fuck you. Keep your mixed signals away from me. Stay in your lane and stop questioning me like you have any right. You have a fucking girlfriend!" you snapped, the bottled up feelings from the past weeks and last 3 months just tipping to spill now.

He could feel his anger growing with each passing second, his entire body tense with frustration.

"Is that what this is about? That night at the party?" He asked, his voice raised. "You still mad at me because I tried to kiss you?"

He took a step towards you, closing the distance between you again. His voice was a low growl.

"Yes?! You didn't address it." you spoke, raising your brows in disbelief, arms extended by your side in irritation, "Why are you acting like I'm overreacting?"

"Overreacting?" He repeated, his eyes narrowing. "You're the one acting like I stabbed you or something. You're acting like a damn jealous ex."

He took another step forward, close enough to invade your personal space. He clenched his jaw tightly, his voice coming out harshly.

"Get over it, already."

You fell silent, your expression hardening. Of course he was gonna blow you off when you brought it up, typical JJ. But you weren't gonna push any further. Not when he was downplaying the whole thing and making you feel like it wasn't a big deal. Underneath the anger you felt stupid and quite frankly insignificant. Like the whole thing was just a spur-of-the-moment decision, and you found yourself glad you didn't kiss him back or hooked up with him.

"It was just a stupid, damn mistake and you know it." He spoke, his voice low and harsh, his eyes searching your face intently, trying to find a hint of the girl he remembered from before.

"Stop acting like it was something more than it was. I have a girlfriend." He practically snarled out the last words.

His last words were a harsh reminder that, underneath the tension and your feelings he was someone else's. You were still his best friend and nothing more. You were still stuck sleeping with someone who you didn't love or liked as a way to bury your feelings for him and he wasn't responsible for any of them. Nothing changed, nothing ever did. Not when your dad left, not when your mom didn't do shit when one of her boyfriends laid his hands on you for the first time. And it certainly wasn't gonna change now.

So your attempt at trying to diffuse the tension in your body from your fight at home turned into another layer of anger added to it. You looked down before spinning around on your heel and walking towards the front door.

His jaw clenched tightly, his expression hardening as you spun around and headed for the door. His mind was a chaotic mix of frustration and confusion, and the realization of how he was making the situation worse was slowly sinking in.

"You can't just walk away every time something pisses you off." He called after you, his words edged with frustrated irritation.

You stayed silent, grasping the door knob of the front door and flinging it open, walking down the small wooden steps and grabbing your skateboard from the side of the house roughly. You knew exactly where you were going now.

JJ's frustration and irritation grew as you continued to completely ignore him. His body was practically shaking from the mix of emotions raging inside him.

He followed behind you quickly, walking down the stairs and watching you as you grabbed your skateboard and headed away from the house.

"Hey! Where the hell are you going?"

Without a word you drop the skateboard to your feet, placing one foot on the deck and with a rough motion you push off the ground with your other foot. As the skateboard starts to move down the side walk leading away from the chateau, you bring your foot on the board, finding your balance. You didn't glance back at JJ, you couldn't bring yourself to. Not yet, anyway.

In less than an hour you were on figure 8, staring at the big glass front doors of the Cameron house, chewing the inside of your cheek. You fish your phone out of your back pocket dialing Rafe's number and praying he would pick up and was home. If not, you would just look like a dumbass standing outside his house, your stance resembling that of a lost and kicked puppy.

JJ watched as you skated away, a mixture of anger and helplessness growing within him. He wanted to run after you and grab you, making you talk to him and hear him out. But he knew that he'd only make things worse. So he stood there, watching you until you disappeared from his sight. His emotions were all over the place, and he didn't know how to deal with them.

In the meantime, Rafe picked up the phone

"Where are you, babe?"

"Out front." you spoke simply, shifting your weight from one foot to the other.

Rafe smirked, already guessing what you were there for. "I'm coming out."

A few moments later, he emerged from the house, a smug look on his face as he approached you. "Hey there, baby." He called, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

You hung up the call as he stopped in front of you, stuffing your phone in your back pocket. Your expression was sour, full of irritation from the fight with JJ and your mom. You stepped closer dropping your skateboard to the ground, wrapping your arms around his neck almost roughly, hesitating for a split second before kissing him wordlessly.

Rafe's eyes widened slightly in mild surprise, not expecting your sudden display of affection. But he quickly recovered, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close to him. He pressed his body against yours, his lips meeting yours in a rough, passionate kiss.

"Well... hello to you too." He chuckled against your lips, his breath hot against your skin.

"Is Sarah home..?" you asked, your brows furrowing as you studied his face. Despite the nature of your relationship, Rafe always seemed pleased when you inevitably showed up at his house. Maybe he was sick and twisted, taking pleasure in your misfortune. Or maybe the Cameron boy had grown to like you, and like the fact that he was the first and only refuge when things got bad in your life. You could never allow yourself to dwell on those thoughts.

Rafe shook his head, his smirk widening as he realized what you were here for. "Luck's on your side doll. You've got me all to yourself today."

Hearing his words, a flicker of relief washed over your face. You didn't feel like dealing with anyone else right now, and knowing that Sarah was out of the house was a small miracle.

"Good. Let's go upstairs then."

Rafe chuckled, a sly smile playing on his lips as he wrapped his arm around your waist, guiding you towards the front door. "Sure thing, baby."

As the two of you made your way upstairs, Rafe couldn't help but notice the tension in your body.

"You seem a bit... off, today." He observed, glancing sidelong at you as he pushed open the door to his room.

The moment the door closed behind you, Rafe turned to face you, taking in your tense expression and body language. He ran his fingers lightly down your arm, his touch sending a shiver down your spine.

"You wanna talk about it, or...?" He asked, his voice soft yet filled with curiosity. Although he had a pretty good idea of what was bothering you. It wasn't hard to guess when there were precisely two options he could choose from.

"No, definitely not." you spoke tensely, resisting the urge to grimace.

Rafe chuckled, taking another step closer to you, his body almost pressing against yours. He could practically feel the tension radiating off you, and it fueled him further.

"That's fine by me. I can think of plenty of other ways to distract you." He purred into your ear, his breath hot against your skin as he gently grasped your hips, pulling you against him.

You wrapped your arms around his neck once again, leaning your face close, "just stop talking Rafe.." you mumbled before kissing him.

Rafe smirked against your lips, enjoying the commanding tone in your voice. He pressed his body against you, his hands gripping your hips a bit tighter as he returned the kiss passionately. He deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth as he backed you up towards his bed.

"Whatever you say, baby." He muttered between kisses, his voice low and raspy with desire.

As you reached the edge of Rafe's bed, he gently pushed you backwards, causing you to fall back onto the soft mattress. He followed quickly after, his body covering yours as he continued to kiss you deeply, his hands roaming over your body, slowly lifting up the hem of your shirt.

You supported your weight on your elbows, your hand reaching to take off your glasses in one swift motion, placing them on his night stand and repeating the same action with your shirt, throwing it somewhere on the floor by his bed. You quickly went back to cupping his face kissing him sloppily, trying desperately to get your mind off of things.

Rafe groaned against your lips as you removed your glasses and shirt, his hands coming up to rest on either side of your head, pinning you down against the sheets. The taste of your lips and the heat of your body against his was exhilarating, and he wanted more. He broke the kiss, panting slightly as his lips found your neck, trailing kisses down towards your collarbone.

"You're so damn hot when you're in charge." He muttered between kisses, his fingers slowly undoing the buttons of your jean shorts.

"This is the only thing I'm in charge of, in my life.." you mumbled, your hands reaching down to tug at the hem of his shirt while his hands working hastily with the button and flier of your shorts.

Rafe chuckled against your skin, the sound muffled by the kisses he was trailing down your body. He pulled back for a moment, allowing you to pull his shirt over his head, discarding it on the floor next to yours. He quickly got back to work on your shorts, his fingers nimbly undoing the button and zipper, before he began to tug them down over your hips.

"Well, you can be in charge of me all you want, baby. Anything you want." He whispered huskily, his eyes locked on yours.

You wiggled your hips gently before kicking your shorts off in one swift motion, allowing them to slide off the bed and onto the floor along with your shoes. You settled underneath him, locking eyes with him and letting out a small, almost inaudible and bitter scoff, cradling his face and pulling him in for another rough kiss.

Rafe returned the kiss eagerly, his lips molding against yours as he leaned into you further, his body pressing against yours. He could feel the bitterness in your scoff, but he didn't comment on it. instead, he continued to kiss you with a fervor, his hands roaming over your body, exploring every inch of skin that was now bared for him. He could sense the tension and pain in your body, and it only fueled his own need to comfort you.

You didn't waste time, a sense of urgency in every movement of your movement before he was inside you. Your legs were wrapped around his waist loosely, his face buried into the crook of your neck, one of his hands cupping your jaw and letting his thumb slip past your lips a little as thrusted, causing your body to arch up into his chest from time to time. The transition from stepping inside his room and him being inside you was always swift and fast, both of you already knowing what to do after almost 4 months of hooking up.

Rafe groaned quietly into your neck at the sudden and urgent movements. He loved when you took charge like this, it made him feel wanted and needed in the best way possible. He nipped at your skin, leaving small love bites as he continued to thrust into you, his grip on your jaw tightening slightly, his thumb pressing against your tongue. He wanted to feel every part of you, possess every part of you, but at the same time, he could sense the pain and desperation in your actions, and it only made him cling onto you more, torn between being soft and careful with you in these situations, and being as rough as you allowed him to be. And you allowed him a lot of things, at least during sex.

The room was filled with the sounds of your panted breaths and small moans as Rafe continued to move, each thrust more determined than the other with every moan that he managed to pull out of you. He pressed his lips to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses, his body pressing against yours, your skin slick with a thin film of sweat. He could feel the tension in your body and it only made him more determined. He wanted to make you forget your worries and pain, even if it was temporarily.

His hand slid down from your jaw to your neck, gently gripping it and giving it a slight squeeze, his thumb applying gentle pressure, feeling the way your throat would move as you made each small sound.

He nuzzled his nose into your neck once more, nipping and licking at the sensitive skin, wanting to leave his mark on you. He knew that you didn't belong together, but he couldn't deny the way his heart raced when he was with you, the way he craved your touch. It was a feeling he couldnt get enough of.

Your eyes fluttered closed as soon as his hand wrapped around your neck gently, your lips parting a little as you let out quiet moans, one of your hands threading through his hair and scraping at his scalp in pleasure. You loved allowing yourself these tens of minutes of distraction, despite the guilt plaguing you they were your most prized moments of your day.

Rafe groaned quietly at the feeling of your hand in his hair, it was a sensation he could never get tired of. The way you would tug on his hair and he could nearly see stars. He loved the little pain, the burning sensation it would bring, the way it'd make his blood run hotter than it already was. One of his own hands slid down to your hip, his grip tightening as he pulled you closer to him.

He continued to bite and suck on your skin, leaving behind a constellation of small red and purple spots that only he would see. He wanted to mark you, to claim you as his own, even though he knew you couldn't truly be his. He wanted everyone to see that you belonged to him and no one else. You were his, even if it was just this because he knew he was the only one you allowed this close. Physically, at least. His lips wandered down your neck, trailing down your collarbone and your chest, leaving a trail of hot kisses in their wake,

The pace of his hips became more sloppy as you both chased the feeling of sweet release. Your brain was focused on the gentle grip of his hand around your throat, your moans coming out in shaky strings. His hand on your hip was lifting it off the bed a little to angle his thrusts better, causing you to become a little louder and to let out a couple of gasps mixed with your moans. "That's it.. that's good.." you choked out breathlessly, unable to open your eyes, arching your back a little.

Rafe could tell you were getting close as your moans grew louder and shakier, the way your body arching up against his chest, your head thrown back, giving him more access to your neck, which he took full advantage of. He nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin, leaving behind a few more marks as he continued to thrust into you.

He nearly smirked at your praise, the words sending a thrill through his body. He loved hearing you say things like that, it made him feel both powerful and vulnerable in the best way possible. He picked up his pace slightly, his grip on your hip tightening as he leaned into you, his thrusts becoming more desperate and needy.

His name left your lips in a quiet gasp as he picked up the pace, his lips wandering back up to your neck, leaving more kisses and love bites. His hand around your throat flexed slightly, applying a little more pressure, loving the way it would make you arch into his chest and gasp out more moans. He could feel the tension building in his own body, the way his muscles coiled and heat spread through his veins. He wasn't going to last as long as he wanted to, not with the way you were responding to him, or with the way you felt wrapped around his cock.

Once his hand flexed slightly around your neck you let out a small, breathless whimper. His grip wasn't cutting airflow by any means, but the pressure was making you dizzy, the feeling combined with the pleasure he was giving you from his deep thrusts due to the angle was making you feel weightless. Like you didn't have thousands of thoughts weighing you down. You dug your nails into the skin on the back of his neck, leaving behind small crescent shapes.

Rafe's breath hitched at the feeling of your nails digging into the skin of his neck. He had a thing for pain, and the stinging sensation you left on his skin only made him shudder slightly. He loved the small whimper you let out when he tightened his grip, knowing that he was the reason you were feeling so good.

He leaned in, panting into your ear as he continued his pace, his lips brushing over the shell of your ear as he spoke in a low, rumbling voice. "Let me hear those pretty noises. I want to hear how good I'm making you feel.."

His words left a shiver running down your spine. Despite the fact that you both knew this wasn't exactly love, there was an intimate feeling to it and him saying that to you felt like he really wanted and meant it. His lips continued to brush against your ear and neck, his breathing hot on your skin. With each passing moment, you started getting tighter, the heat building in your core, the pleasure becoming more intense. He could see it in your face, hear it in your sounds, it was what he lived for in these moments.

He could see the pleasure building on your face, the way your expression started to change and your breathing growing shallower. He was enjoying every moment of this, and he was determined to make it the best it could be for both of you. As he watched you, his grip tightened slightly on your neck, gently applying a little more pressure as he continued pushing deeper and deeper into you, relishing in the way it made you feel and the sounds you let out in response.

His praise about your sounds and the grip on your throat were making you lightheaded and you writhed under him, scratching at his back, letting out choked, loud moans in sync with every thrust of his hips. The knot in your lower stomach was threatening to snap and your jaw was slack from pleasure, head tilted back into the pillow under it. What you and Rafe had definitely wasn't love. You couldn't stand each other outside of this and most of your meetings were driven by lust and fleeting sex. But it was nice. Having someone who didn't ask questions or demand answers. It was purely physical and sometimes that's what someone like you needed.

He groaned loudly as you scratched at his back, loving the way you felt under him. The way you were so lost in your own pleasure that you didn't hold anything back, you were completely surrendered to him and what he made you feel. Rafe was definitely a man who thrived in control, both in and out of the bedroom, but there was something about having you so vulnerable under him that was addicting to him. He loved knowing that he was the only one that could make you feel like this. That he was the only one you let in physically and mentally, no matter how temporary it may be.

His lips, which had left their mark all over your neck and shoulders, started to move down to your chest, leaving kisses and bites on your skin as he did. He loved marking you in various places he knew would be easy to cover up, he loved seeing the evidence of what he did to you, the knowledge that it was just for him. Even though he knew that there was no love behind this, he wanted and even need to make sure that you knew that he was the one giving you so much pleasure and nothing else. He wanted you to associate pleasure with him.

After you both finished though, you always kept your distance. There was no need for pillow talk of after care here. That would just make everything too intimate. You were trying to save that for the guy you were gonna date, and not for your fuck buddy. You were sitting on the edge of the bed now, completely spent but with your mind finally cleared and the tension in your body gone once you came. You were hunched forward a little, your elbows on your knees and your face in your hands as you tried to catch your breath.

Rafe was also breathing heavily, his back leaned against the headboard as he watched you regain your breath. His eyes traced over your body, the sight of you sitting there, still slightly flushed and disheveled, stirring a sense of satisfaction in him. Even though there were no feelings between you, there was an intimate familiarity to you that he loved.

Finally, he broke the silence, his voice still a little gruff from exertion.

"..You good, angel?"

"Yeah.. Feeling terrific." you mumbled, reaching to grab your panties from the floor and put them on along with your bra. You stood up from the bed, fishing your pack of cigarettes and lighter from the pocket of your shorts and making your way to balcony in his room. "Wanna have a smoke before i leave..?"

Rafe chuckled softly at your answer, enjoying the little sassy tone in your voice. He watched you get dressed, his eyes following every move you made, appreciating your body. He nodded his head in response to your question, getting out of the bed as well and snatching a pair of boxers from the floor, shimmying them on before making his way over to you on the balcony. Once there, he took the cigarette and lighter from your hand, lighting up one for you and one for himself as he leaned back against the balcony railing.

He took a long drag from the cigarette, exhaling a cloud of smoke into the warm, early evening air. His eyes flickered over to you, studying your feature, noting the slight edge to your expression. "You got into it with your mom again, didn't you?"

You took a long drag from your cigarette, licking your front teeth with your mouth closed. He pinpointed the problem correctly. "..and got into an argument with blondie after.." you let out a bitter chuckle, your eyes skimming over the scenery in front of the balcony mindlessly.

Rafe raised an eyebrow at your response, taking another drag from his cigarette. He had known about your issues with your family, with your mother specifically. The arguments, the disagreements, the screaming, the occasional smacks. It was no wonder you needed to find comfort somewhere else, even with him. He was curious about your little tussle with JJ, though. "What was that fight with Maybank over this time?"

"Told the pogues I'm hooking up with some college dude from Charleston, and he didn't believe me. I think he suspects I'm sleeping with you.." you ashed the cigarette before bringing it to your lips, side glancing at him for a few moments.

Rafe raised his eyebrows, a hint of surprise in his expression. He took a drag from his cigarette, his eyes flickering back over to you. The fact that JJ suspected you of seeing him wasn't the surprising part. It was the fact that you'd told the Pogues about a fake guy in the first place.

"Damn, you really went all out with that lie, huh? He didn't buy it though, I take it."

Rafe couldn't help but smirk a little, the idea of JJ getting all worked up over your made-up boyfriend slightly amusing him. He was a territorial guy after all. He took another hit from the cigarette before speaking again.

"Why'd you tell them you were sleeping with some college guy anyway? Seems kinda unnecessary to me."

"Yeah, let me tell my pogue best friends I'm actually sleeping with the biggest and most asshole-ish kook on the island. The same person that beat up Pope with a golf club last summer and is a drug dealer.." you held back a teasing grin, nodding sardonically as you kept your gaze on him.

Rafe chuckled at your rebuttal, an amused smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. He exhaled a plume of smoke, leaning slightly against the railing as he took in your sarcasm.

"Touché.. but, they're still gonna find out eventually."

"I know.." you frowned to yourself, feeling a pang of guilt shoot through you as you thought about it. You brought the cigarette to your lips, taking a deep drag, letting the nicotine fill your brain and lungs as you held in the smoke.

Rafe watched your expression falter, the guilt evident on your face. He knew it weighed heavily on you, what you were doing. Keeping secrets from your friends, especially when it came to sleeping with him. But you couldn't help it. You needed the distraction he provided, the escape he offered.

He exhaled his own smoke, his voice turning softer as he spoke. "They're gonna be pissed, you know."

"Thanks Rafe, that makes me feel so much better about myself and my decisions.." you side glanced at him with an unimpressed and sardonic expression, exhaling the smoke between your lips slowly.

Rafe held his hands up in mock surrender, his smirk widening into a full-blown cocky grin. He chuckled at your sarcastic comment, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and arrogance.

"Hey, just trying to help. Maybe you should have thought about that before you started sleeping with me."

He took another hit from his cigarette, his gaze lingering on you for a moment, taking in the sight of you in the soft glow of the early evening sunshine, your features both beautiful and sharp. There was something about you that intrigued him, a mixture of vulnerability and sass that made him want to push your buttons just to see how you would react. The Cameron boy liked to document your reactions to certain things he said when the two of you managed to talk after. It was peculiar to him how guilt ridden and angry one could be after orgasming.

"Or maybe you just can't get enough of me."

"Yeah, is that what you tell yourself to make up for the fact that I'm using you?" the words were teasing and condescending as you leaned in slightly, your eyes narrowed and smirking.

He chuckled at your reply, his smirk mirroring your own as he leaned in closer too. Your cigarettes dangling from your fingers, faces barely inches apart.

"No need to make up excuses. We both know you crave what I give you, even if it's just physical."

"Ey.. you're good in bed and you roll up my weed for free.." you shrugged, smirking. You brought the cigarette to your lips again, taking a drag and exhaling the smoke slowly in his face.

Rafe chuckled huskily, the smoke mingling with his breath as he smiled at your words. He loved that about you, how you were always so blunt and honest. People were either sucking up to him or hated Rafe openly. With you, he never actually knew for sure. You didn't really like him, but he figured that if it came down to it, you wouldn't let him die or get hurt. You cared to an extent, is what he was trying to convey here. He took another hit from his cigarette, the embers glowing in the twilight.

"Damn right, I am." He said, his eyes darkening at the memory of the many nights you spent together.

He shifted closer, the heat between you growing more intense with each passing moment. His eyes flicked between your lips and eyes, a devilish gleam in his gaze.

"And you're a good distraction for me, don't forget."

"And what exactly do you need to be distracted from?" you asked, snorting softly in amusement, ashing your cigarette blindly.

Rafe rolled his eyes at your question, his expression becoming almost defensive. He wasn't used to being prodded and questioned. But there was something about you that made him want to open up to you, even just a little.

"Oh, you know just the usual. My dad's bullshit, my ex girlfriend's bullshit, the fact that I'll never be good enough." He smirked bitterly, his tone laced with a hint of sarcasm. "Take your pick."

You raised your brows, sticking out your bottom lip and nodding knowingly, "Yeah being spoiled rotten must be tough, huh?"

Rafe chuckled at your sarcasm, rolling his eyes and shaking his head. He knew you didn't understand what it was like to grow up in the wealthy circles he had, but he appreciated your smartass remarks nonetheless.

"Oh yeah, it's a real burden being rich and privileged. I mean, having everything you want at the snap of a finger, the luxuries, the power... It's such a struggle" He joked, his voice laced with mock sympathy.

"And here i thought living in a shitty trailer park with an alcoholic step father and a coward of a mother was tough.." you chuckled, clutching your heart and shaking your head, taking another pull from your cigarette.

Rafe's grin faded slightly, his sardonic smirk faltering at your words. It was easy to forget sometimes that you had a rough upbringing, and the reality of it hit him like a truck every time. He knew that beneath your tough exterior, there was a vulnerability and pain that you kept tucked away. But he couldn't help but poke at it. The temptation was too strong. He raised his eyebrows and leaned back against the railing, his voice dripping with condescension once more. "You're a regular little underdog, aren't you?"

You took a final drag from your cigarette, stubbing it out on his arm dangling over the railing, smirking up at him. "Don't be an asshole, country-club."

Rafe hissed in pain as the hot end of your cigarette made contact with his skin, a searing sensation that left a small red mark in its wake. He quickly recoiled, his eyes narrowing as he rubbed his arm. Part of him wanted to grab you and throw you over his knee, but he held back, the fire in his gaze growing more intense.

"Watch it, trailer trash."

His words hung in the air, a dangerous and low whisper that made your spine tingle. But you'd be damned if you let him see it. You leaned in closer, your eyes locked on his with a challenge.

"Or what? You gonna tell your daddy on me?"

Rafe's jaw clenched at your taunt, his grip on the railing tightening as your faces were mere inches apart. He was fighting the urge to just pin you against the wall and kiss you senseless, just to shut you up. But he maintained his composure, his eyes darkening with a mixture of anger and desire.

"No, I don't think daddy would like knowing his little baby boy is sneaking around with a trailer park girl."

"Ay whatever helps you sleep at night, country-club. You should get those daddy issues checked.." you narrowed your eyes, patting his arm in mock sympathy before side stepping him to walk lazily back into his bedroom.

Rafe gritted his teeth as you patted his arm mockingly, a mix of annoyance and desire coursing through his veins. He hated when you talked and acted like you had him wrapped around your little finger, even though he was.

"Daddy issues?" He repeated through gritted teeth, following you into the bedroom. "I think you're the one with daddy issues, princess."

"Takes one to know one.." you chuckled, sitting down on the edge of the bed, grabbing your shorts and cropped t shirt and slipping them over your underwear, your socks and beat up vans following. You grabbed the glasses from the side table next to his bed and placing them on your face.

Rafe leaned against the doorway of the balcony, watching you with a mixture of annoyance and hunger. Your confidence and nonchalance both irritated and intrigued him. As you sat on the bed and began slipping on your shorts and cropped T-shirt, his gaze traveled over your exposed skin, his eyes taking in every inch.

"You really love that whole 'poor country girl' shtick, don't you?" He commented mockingly, his arms folding across his chest.

"And you really love sticking to the whole country-club, snobby kid act even after we fuck, don't you?" you returned harshly, grimacing at him from the foot of the bed, arms folded over your chest as you stood up and glanced at him by the balcony door.

The moment your words left your lips, Rafe's jaw clenched. He felt a mix of anger and embarrassment. It was like you always knew how to get under his skin.

"You think you know me so well," he retorted, the harshness in his voice not doing much to hide the tension building between the two of you. He pushed off the doorway and stalked towards you, his movements calculated and deliberate.

"You don't have a damn clue, trailer park."

You scoffed, your eyes zeroing his almost fully naked form, save for the boxer briefs, your eyes hovering over his chest abs, "Get dressed country-club, you look ridiculous trying to intimidate me only in your boxers.." you spoke in a condescending tone, smirking as soon as you locked eyes.

Rafe's eyes blazed with a mixture of annoyance and desire as your gaze raked over his half-clad body. It was simultaneously frustrating and thrilling. You had a habit of getting under his skin in the most infuriating yet enticing ways possible.

"Oh so now you're giving me orders, huh?" He retorted, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he continued to close the gap between you. He stepped closer until he loomed over you, his muscular frame almost caging you in.

"Only if you let me.." you whispered, narrowing your eyes with your smirk still in place. You grazed your finger slowly over his abs down to where his happy trail ended.

A shiver ran down Rafe's spine as your finger traced a tantalizing path over his abs, his body responding involuntarily to your touch. He gritted his teeth, trying to maintain his composure and not give you the satisfaction of knowing the effect you had on him. But you always had a way of shredding through his defenses.

"And what makes you think I'd let you order me around?" He retorted, his voice still slightly defiant, even as it grew raspier with desire.

"Tsk... you're no fun country-club." you frowned rolling your eyes, bringing your finger up to adjust your glasses. You stepped back a little, grabbing your phone from the night-stand and stuffing it in your back pocket, "I have to flee... but I'll see you, yeah?" you smirked, raising your brows.

Rafe rolled his eyes at the nickname, but there was a hint of amusement in his expression. He knew you were trying to get a rise out of him, but he wasn't going to let you win that easily.

"Yeah, yeah. Get outta here before I change my mind." He replied, crossing his arms across his chest, his gaze following your every move. He made no effort to cover up his nakedness either, comfortable in his own skin as he leaned against the bed.

You turned around, leaning against the door to face him once more. Your smirk grew a little wider.

"I'll see you again, only when I want, alright?" You let the words linger in the air, emphasizing the word "want" with a suggestive tone. You were challenging him, seeing how he would take it, and it was a fun game to play. With a final wink, you pushed open the door, disappearing into the shadows of the hallway without a backward glance.

Rafe's expression darkened slightly at your words, a flicker of annoyance in his eyes. He never liked it when you took the upper hand, but he couldn't help the shiver that ran down his spine at your suggestive tone.

"Oh, I'll be seeing you, sweetheart," he muttered under his breath as you walked out of the room, his gaze fixed intently on the closed door. But he couldn't help the small smirk that tugged at the corner of his lips.

Your fingers clutched the pack of cheap cookies and the can of ice tea tightly as you stumbled outside the convenience store. Your feet ached slightly from the heeled sandals you wore, the thin heel surprising you with how it was still intact after the night of partying you just had. You dropped down on the curb placing the can of ice tea beside you, focusing on ripping the cookie packet open, almost inhaling one of them once you managed to tear it open.

You were surprised how you were still standing in general. You were high, drunk and you managed to snort some blow that night. To get into another kook party you had to look the part, hence the heels and the powder blue mini dress. You had managed once again to sneak away from your friends, still not taking it very well that your childhood crush and best friend was dating someone that wasn't you. You reached up, adjusting your glasses which were also surprisingly still on your face despite stumbling around clumsily, and you were feeling fairly proud you had some cash for the cookies and ice tea, bought with the intent to sober up a little before walking home.

The sound of gravel crunching under approaching footsteps broke you out of your thoughts and you turned your head to the side. The sight that met you made you frown slightly. Rafe Cameron. He had a smirk on his face as he approached you after stepping out from his SUV parked a little further behind him in the store's parking lot.

The sight of him made you roll your eyes. You had no interest in dealing with his cocky attitude tonight of all nights. You turned your head away, focusing your attention on your food, trying to act uninterested, but you could tell he made himself comfortable next to you. You didn't forget what happened between the 2 of you. How could you? you were feeling guilty about it for the past week. Tonight was even rougher, given you didn't feel like dealing with Rafe, JJ or your mom in your state,

Rafe's smirk widened, seeing your attempts to ignore him. He could tell you weren't in the mood to talk, but he couldn't help himself. He liked bugging you, it was just too easy.

"Hey stranger." He teased, his eyes roaming over your appearance, lingering at the way the dress hugged your curves. "You look nice tonight."

He sat down beside you, taking the can of ice tea from your lap and popping the tab open, gulping down a good few sips. He noticed how you barely looked at him, focusing your attention on the food. When he spoke, you turned to side glance at him, popping another small cookie in your mouth, unimpressed by his antics. "You need me to lend you some change, since you're making yourself at home with my stuff.." you slurred out, voice heavy with alcohol, weed and coke.

He chuckled softly, swirling the remaining ice tea in the can around with a smirk.

"Nah. I don't need your change, doll," he replied, taking another sip and wiping his mouth with his hand.

"I was just curious why you were out here on your own, all dressed up. Shouldn't you be at the party?" he questioned, eyeing your outfit up and down slowly.

He chuckled softly, swirling the remaining ice tea in the can around with a smirk.

"Nah. I don't need your change, doll," he replied, taking another sip and wiping his mouth with his hand.

"I was just curious why you were out here on your own, all dressed up. Shouldn't you be at the party?" he questioned, eyeing your outfit up and down slowly.

"Are you following me around?" you wondered out loud, snatching the can of ice tea from his hand to take a long sip yourself.

He smirked, watching you snatch the can away from him, amused by your audacity.

"Me? Following you? Please, don't flatter yourself. I just happened to be out getting smokes and saw you sitting here all alone, looking like a lost puppy." He sniggered, his eyes glinting with mischief.

A small, humorless scoff escaped your lips, eyes fixed on the pavement under your sandals. Your eyesight was blurry around the edges and every sound around you felt muffled in your ears. You seriously weren't in the mood to talk to someone, let alone Rafe Cameron. He was the last person you wanted to see and here he was, sitting beside you on the curb, talking to you casually, "You just-.. you're giving me bad vibes.. Stalker, y'know..?" you muttered under your breath, another cookie following the ice tea after you swallowed it.

He raised an eyebrow, his smirk still on his face as he listened to your slurred words. He knew you were drunk and high out of your mind, and for some reason it was amusing to him.

"Stalker, huh? That's a bit dramatic. I just happened to stumble across your sorry ass, sitting here on a curb, all alone and looking miserable," He replied, his tone teasing and condescending.

"And decided to what, exactly..?" you trailed off, "Join me on the curb..?" you laughed mockingly while you side glanced at him once again.

He chuckled, shaking his head slightly as he leaned back on his palms, looking over at you with a cocky smirk on his face.

"What can I say? I thought you looked lonely." He shrugged, his eyes roaming over your figure once again. "Besides, I've never seen you in a dress before, and I gotta say, the view is pretty nice."

You kept your eyes fixed on his laid back form, quite literally. You were struggling to keep your eyes fully open, yawning momentarily before speaking, "I think you're obsessed with me.." you stated, eyes narrowing behind your glasses as you pointed at him.

He let out a small scoff, his smirk growing at your words. He raised an eyebrow, looking at you with a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Obsessed? With you? Really?" he asked, "I think you overestimate yourself."

He shook his head, a smirk still plastered on his face. "Though I have to admit, you're pretty easy on the eyes. Especially dressed like this."

"Okay.. let's-.." you started, stumbling over your words and pausing to gather your thoughts. "Let's review the facts.. You always bugging me at work.. Took me home last week, and then also slept with me in the gym locker room. And now you're what? sittin' on the curb with me." you let out a genuine laugh, throwing your head back after taking another sip of ice tea.

He watched you with an entertained gaze, his smirk still in place as he listened to you recount the events. He shrugged nonchalantly, as if he wasn't bothered by the fact that he had slept with you in the locker room.

"Guilty on all counts." He smirked, his eyes roaming over your body in that short dress.

Your eyes narrowed even more, your mannerisms more exaggerated and slow due to the alcohol coursing through your veins, "So.. you're admitting to being a stalker, then?" you whispered as if you were telling him a secret.

He tilted his head to the side, his smirk never disappearing from his face, amused by your drunken state. He shook his head, leaning closer to you as if he was telling you a secret of his own.

"Nah, doll.. I'm admitting to just being attracted to you, that's all. I like bugging you, I wanted to get laid, and now I'm sitting here with you because you look like a sad, lost little puppy."

You hummed knowingly, dragging out the sound "But i don't like you like that.. I barely know you, and your dick has been inside of me two separate times.. Can you imagine that?" you ranted, your words growing more slurred and unfiltered. "You're very creepy.." you muttered almost inaudibly, adjusting your glasses clumsily.

A smirk danced across his lips, his amusement growing with each slurred word that left your mouth. He raised an eyebrow at your comment, a hint of annoyance underlying his playful expression.

"Alright, alright... Creepy. Noted." He chuckled, his gaze roaming over your face before landing on your hands, still struggling to adjust your glasses.

He couldn't help but find it endearingly cute, the way your hand kept slipping off your face as you attempted to keep your blurred vision clear, "Here, let me.."

Without warning, Rafe grabbed your chin, tilting your head up so you were looking directly at him. His touch was surprisingly soft as he gently pushed your glasses back on straight, his fingers grazing your skin.

You gently swatted at his hand, snorting in amusement "You don't have to be nice to me.." you blabbered out, seemingly amused by his soft touch and attempt to adjust your glasses for you.

He rolled his eyes, a smirk tugging at his lips as you swatted at his hand. He withdrew it, but still kept his gaze fixed on you. His eyes were glued to your lips for a brief moment before flickering back up.

"Oh really? You'd rather I be mean to you?" he chuckled, his tone teasing and sarcastic.

Your mood seemed to be malleable enough that you switched between giggly drunk to what Rafe could pin point as sad drunk? "No.. i actually need someone to be nice to me tonight.." you whispered again, eyes fluttering closed for a split second. "I just don't understand why.. You're nice to me."

Rafe's heart fluttered at the hint of vulnerability in your voice, his smirk softening for a brief moment. He couldn't quite pinpoint it, but he felt an inexplicable shift in your demeanor...He let out a low sigh, dropping his gaze to the sidewalk in front of him, a hint of guilt and hesitance flickering behind his blue eyes.

"Did i say something bad?" you asked, a small smile tugging at your lips. "Did i finally get you to-.." your statement was cut off by a hiccup "not like me anymore?"

He looked at you, his gaze suddenly shifting from lighthearted to serious. He shook his head softly, a mix of confusion and intrigue in his eyes.

"No.. You didn't say something bad.. It's just-" He let out a heavy breath before continuing, "You actually got me to feel bad for you. It's new territory for me."

You groaned momentarily, again seemingly not pleased with the fact that Rafe seemed to be feeling bad for you. "Hey, that makes..." you paused, trying to find your words or figure out the exact correct form of whatever statement you were struggling to say, "That makes two of us.."

Rafe raised an eyebrow at your words, his confusion becoming more prominent. He chuckled softly, a hint of curiosity sparking within him.

"What do you mean 'that makes two of us'? Don't tell me you also feel bad for me.."

Your confusion mirrored his, doubled by being in your inebriated state "No. Like.. i also feel bad for myself." you snorted in amusement, finding it funny that he didn't understand what you were trying to say. As if you weren't completely shit faced, sitting on a curb at 2 am.

He scoffed at your bluntness, his smirk now back in place. He couldn't help but find your honesty endearing, despite your current state of intoxication. He shook his head, a scoff of disbelief leaving his lips.

"Wow.. You're something else, y'know that? You're sitting here, all cute, drunk, and stoned, trying to feel sorry for yourself."

"I'm not trying.. i feel sorry for myself." you stated, your hazy gaze dropping to your sandals, fidgeting with the belt around your ankle securing it. "Like.. This might be my life. Stuck with a pushover of a mom who lets her boyfriends do.. anything to me, while i escape that bullshit by getting shitfaced, y'know?" your small question at the end to casual, as if you weren't ranting drunkenly. "I don't even know how i ended up, not a pushover. Because my mom is one.."

His smirk faltered, replaced by a look of almost concern and...pity? He shook his head, processing your words, your words slowly registering in his mind as you spoke more. He was taken aback by your honesty, your drunken state seemed to be lowering the wall you'd usually put up between the two of you.

"Jesus.. Doll. You really know how to make things damn depressing, huh?" His tone was still teasing but lacked the usual sarcastic edge.

A snort left your nose as you smiled bitterly, your shoulders deflating in a tired manner, the laugh escaping your lips was almost cynical. You reached for the can of ice tea again, gulping the rest of the contents like a dehydrated man running across a desert. "Yea. I kinda have a knack for being a complete bummer."

Rafe chuckled softly again, shaking his head at your self-deprecating humor. He watched you down the rest of the ice tea, his eyes lingering on the way your throat bobbed as you swallowed.

"Can't say I'm surprised. You're the textbook definition of a downer sometimes, doll." He teased, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

You let out another bitter chuckle at his words. You couldn't believe what your life got to be. You were sitting on a curb in the front of a corner store venting to Rafe Cameron out of all people in your life. You were too talented at reaching new levels of rock bottom. "You barely know me personally.." you shook your head, still fidgeting with buckle on your sandals.

He rolled his eyes, a mixture of irritation and fascination crossing his features. He leaned back on his palms, raising an eyebrow at your words. He scoffed softly, his mouth turning upwards into another smirk.

"Oh please. I don't need to know you personally, Doll. I can already tell you're a complete buzzkill with a sad backstory. You just seem like the type.." his tone was teasing, but still held a hint of curiosity.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes, your irritation growing as Rafe continued with his observations. You weren't sure what was more annoying, his arrogant smirk or his condescending remarks.

"Well, I guess you got me all figured out then, huh? The buzzkill with the tragic backstory." You muttered sarcastically, a hint of vulnerability in your eyes.

He chuckled softly at your retort, noticing your not so subtle signs of vulnerability. Rafe couldn't help but find your annoyance amusing, but also somewhat endearing. He rolled his eyes in mock offense.

"Oh please, I'm just stating the obvious. You make it far too easy to figure you out, doll.." He smirked and leaned closer, his eyes scanning your face intently.

The look on your face soured as he continued to address you as doll, not backing down when he leaned in closer, "You're not hard to read either, country-club. You're a snobby coke addict with daddy issues.." you mumbled, a small smirk pulling at your lips.

His smirk faltered, replaced by a mixture of surprise and irritation. He chuckled bitterly, narrowing his eyes at you. The fact that you had the audacity to throw his flaws back at him caught him off guard. It was almost refreshing, in a messed up way..

"And yet, unlike you, I don't spend my nights moping around and feeling sorry for myself.." He retorted, his tone harsh and mocking.

You let out another genuine, drunk laugh at his retort. "Wow, you're a functional fuck-up. My bad for moping in your presence.." you teased sarcastically, your words slurred and mocking, dripping with condescension.

He clenched his jaw, his irritation growing with each of your quips. He had to admit, there was something captivating about your feistiness, even in your drunken state.

"Oh, forgive me for being a 'functioning' human being. Sorry if my life's not a complete shitshow. Unlike some people.." he retorted, his words sharp and bitter.

You shrugged casually, reaching up to try and adjust your glasses once again and not succeeding "You're acting as if I'm forcing you to sit here with me.." your words were followed by a small, humorless scoff.

He rolled his eyes, a mix of annoyance and something else flashing through his gaze.

"I could get up and leave at any minute, y'know.. But I figured I'd make sure you didn't pass out here and die on the curb.." he retorted, his tone slightly softer.

He watched as you struggled with your glasses again and this time, he couldn't help the slight smirk that crept onto his lips.

"Maybe i wanna die..." you leaned in whispering with a smirk, mirroring his expression.

A shadow of concern passed over his face before he quickly masked it with a scoff, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Jesus Christ doll, you really do know-how to be a complete bummer, huh?" He couldn't hide the hint of worry in his tone, masking it with a smirk.

"I'm just being honest." you responded with another forced laugh, your gaze dropping down to the sidewalk. The alcohol and coke had made you bold, and you were barely thinking before the words left your mouth. "It's not like I'm living THE life.."

His scoff turned into a bitter scoff, hearing the honesty in your voice. He couldn't help but be a little taken aback. He leaned back onto his palms, staring at you with a mix of annoyance and curiosity.

"Trust me, doll. No one thinks you're living the good life right now. You're practically a walking cautionary tale." His words were sharp, but there was a hint of concern lurking behind his blue eyes.

Your eyes narrowed in curiosity once again, turning to the side to look at him quizzically "Seriously, why are you here? It's not like you to hang around with pogues my calibre.." you asked, honesty dripping from your curious words despite your state.

Rafe's smirk twisted into a sly grin as he heard your question, he was slightly impressed that despite your drunken state, you managed to ask the question he'd been avoiding all night. He shrugged nonchalantly, pretending to be nonchalant.

"Oh, don't flatter yourself. I'm just bored. Plus, you're not exactly bad company.." he teased, his eyes roaming over your figure again, making no effort to hide his appreciation.

You smiled a little at his words about you not being bad company, reaching up to pinch his cheek teasingly "Aww, you think so? You just called me a buzzkill though.." you mumbled, letting your hand drop back into your lap.

He chuckled, unable to resist a smirk at your teasing. He shrugged casually, his demeanor changing to a more relaxed one.

"Yeah, you're a buzzkill. And yet, here I am, willingly sitting in your presence.." he teased back, a hint of sincerity behind his words.

"That's very cute.. it's like you have a crush on me.." you continued to tease him, ruffling his dirty blonde hair.

Rafe rolled his eyes, his smirk growing into a grin at your tease. He swatted your hand away from his hair, chuckling softly.

"Nah.. My standards are a lot higher than you.." he retorted, his comment more playful than harsh, his gaze still fixated on you.

"Didn't you say i was your type back at the gym before we hooked up?" you asked, throwing his own words back at him, retracting your hand once again.

He couldn't help but smile at the memory, his expression turning into a sly smirk.

"What can I say? My standards are flexible.." he chuckled, his gaze roaming over your figure again. His eyes lingered on your exposed thighs in the short dress, his face turning slightly smug.

You watched him blankly before nodding slowly, turning your gaze away. Your hazy eyes wandered around the parking lot of the corner store, eyes flicking up to study the starry night sky and the moon. "I don't have standards.." you mumbled after a few good silent moments, a small chuckle following the words.

He raised an eyebrow at your statement, a smirk tugging at his lips. He chuckled softly, his gaze fixed on you.

"No standards, huh? That explains why you're sitting here with me right now.." he teased, unable to resist the chance to mock you a little.

You whipped your head around to snort in amusement "Is that a self deprecating joke?" you asked.

He shrugged, a sly smirk playing on his lips. "Maybe I'm just the best of a bad bunch.." he joked, taking the opportunity to tease you yet again.

You rolled your eyes with a smirk. You were currently enjoying whatever was happening right now, especially since you weren't stuck sitting on this curb alone. But your expression soured as soon as you thought about having to walk home and deal with your mother's scolding about how drunk and fucked up you were.

Rafe, being perceptive enough to notice the shift in your mood, raised an eyebrow at you. His smirk faded slightly, replaced by a look of mild concern.

"What's with the sudden frown? You look like you just ate something sour.." he asked, his tone slightly gentler than usual.

You groaned quietly, letting your head drop atop your knees, "I don't wanna go home.." you mumbled quietly, your words growing more slurred and quiet.

He furrowed his eyebrows, the pieces of the situation falling into place in his mind. He didn't need much effort to guess why you didn't want to return home.

"Your momma gonna give you hell for getting smashed, huh?" he asked, his voice slightly softer than usual.

You nodded into your knees, a hint of shame and embarrassment crossing your face. You lifted your head to look at him, your eyes slightly wide and glossy from the drunkenness, your mind focused on the sounds around you, the occasional passing car or the sounds of the night, the sounds from corner store behind you both..

He observed you, seeing the embarrassment and shame mixed with your drunkenness. He frowned lightly, taking in the way your eyes seem to glaze over, losing focus, your mind wandering off somewhere he couldn't follow.

He cleared his throat.

"What's so bad about going home? I'm sure mommy dearest can't be that bad.." he tried to say nonchalantly, not wanting to seem too concerned.

"Trust me, it is that bad.." you looked down, emphasizing the word 'that'.

He raised an eyebrow at your emphasis, his gaze locked on you. He could sense the seriousness behind your words, curiosity now piqued.

He leaned closer, his tone more serious than it had been all night.

"How bad can it be, doll? What's going on at home?" he asked, his words surprisingly gentle.

You shifted your gaze away from the pavement again to lock eyes with Rafe as he leaned closer, falling silent. You let out a weak, humorless chuckle, staring at him almost blankly since your vision was hazy and unfocused behind your glasses.

He kept his gaze locked, waiting for you to elaborate on your situation at home. He could sense the hesitation in your reaction, it was like you were weighing your options on whether or not to tell him. He leaned even closer, his expression slightly concerned, his hand gently placing itself on top of your thigh.

"C'mon doll.. what's going on at home?" he repeated, his voice soft yet persistent.

"Why should i tell you? Just so you can make fun of me when I'm sober?" you asked quietly. Your words were just as soft and unsure despite them sounding snarky. Your face twisted into a small, sad frown at his question and at the thought of what exactly was going on at home.

He rolled his eyes, a smirk dancing on his lips.

"Please, I'm not that cruel.. I think.." he retorted with a scoff, his smirk fading slightly as he saw the sadness settling across your face.

He sighed, rubbing soothing circles on your bare skin. He couldn't help but notice how soft and warm you felt under his fingertips.

You looked down at his hand on your thigh, your frown melting into an unreadable expression at the soft and soothing touch coming from the one and only Rafe Cameron. You looked back up at him, sighing before speaking "My mother is a coward of a woman.." you muttered simply, settling on a simple statement although you had a million of thoughts and things you wanted to say but couldn't due to being too drunk and high.

He raised his eyebrow again at your statement, his fingers subconsciously tracing patterns into your skin as you spoke. He was intrigued, but also confused.

"A coward, huh? How so?" he asked, his voice lowered, still stroking your thigh.

You chuckled as if that question was awfully funny, as if you weren't gonna talk about your problems with your mother, with one of the people who was supposed to care the least. Your finger traced one of the many rings adorning his fingers resting on your thigh, studying each and every single one. These were probably more expensive than all the tacky jewelry you owned combined. "She just is.. Caring about men more than caring about your own daughter is cowardly.."

He watched as you traced his rings, his hand never faltering from its' movements on your thigh even though he was curious about your fascination with his rings.

He hummed, noticing the disdain in your tone.

"So your mama puts her man over you, huh...?" he murmured, his thumb gently tracing the skin on your thigh.

You nodded, your face expressionless as ever as you spoke; "And if she's not, she's either passed out, fighting with whoever man she brought over or just sitting on the couch watching tv and ignoring my existence." You spoke coldly, your voice slightly flat. Your eyes flicked up to meet his gaze for a brief moment before dropping back down to the rings. "Cool rings.." you mumbled, still tracing one of the rings mindlessly, trying to get the conversation to shift to something more casual than what it was right now.

He took notice of your attempt to change the conversation, his gaze following yours as you stared at his rings. He chuckled softly at the compliment, deciding to indulge your attempt to shift the subject.

He smirked, glancing down at his hand on your thigh, his eyes flickering back up to your face.

"Thanks doll... These cost a pretty penny."

Your stomach continued to flutter as he didn't remove his hand from your thigh, the touch too casual and intimate for your relationship or level of knowing each other. You pushed the feelings arising as best as you could while being completely smashed, reaching up to try and adjust your glasses "I bet.." you chuckled almost awkwardly, locking eyes with him, one of the sides of his face illuminated by the lights coming from behind him from the convenience store's signs.

He watched as you struggled to adjust your glasses once again, his hand squeezing your thigh almost softly as he took you in, admiring the way the light illuminated your features. You were like a vision he couldn't quite grasp.

He inhaled deeply, his eyes refusing to leave yours as he spoke in a soft tone.

"You look pretty."

His words coupled with his still lingering touch almost flustered you to being sober. Your eyes never lef hist blue ones, a small flicker of amusement flashing over your face in attempt to calm down. This was Rafe, not some guy flirting with you at a party (which he was before.) The two of you were sat on a curb in front of a random corner store at two am. You probably looked the opposite of pretty, your makeup most definitely didn't survive the party and your hair was a mess. Pretty was far from what you'd describe yourself as. "That's funny.." you tried to joke weakly, your words coming out more jumbled than you wanted them to.

He rolled his eyes at your response, a small smirk grazing his lips as he took in your drunken state. He gently reached across to fix a strand of hair that was stuck to your face, his touch surprisingly tender.

"I'm not kidding.. you always look pretty.. it's stupid..." he muttered, his hand absentmindedly rubbing soft circles on your thigh again

Rafe was using the fact that you were shitfaced drunk to his absolute advantage, knowing you wouldn't remember anything he said when you woke up in the morning.

Which you noticed, at least a little bit. Enough to let out a small, flustered laugh at his muttered words, your hand landing on top of his mindlessly, "That's actually funny.." you mumbled back, giggling drunkenly. "You actually like me.."

He raised an eyebrow, hearing your drunken giggles. He chuckled softly, watching as you placed your hand on top of his on your thigh, your touch feeling like fire on his skin.

He leaned in closer, his eyes fixed on yours. "What if I do like you..?" he teased, his tone slightly cocky as always with a tinge of truth behind his words.

You leaned in too, your expression mischievous as you scooted even closer on the curb "What if i don't like you? I'm still stuck in the chapter where we hate each other.." you whispered softly, reaching up to adjust your glasses clumsily once again, drunken giggles and hiccups escaping your lips.

He watched you closely, a smirk tugging at his lips as he watched you drunkenly attempt to adjust your glasses yet again. He let out a low chuckle, his eyes fixated on your face.

He leaned back slightly, his hand still on your thigh, his grasp tightening ever so slightly.

"Yeah right... you don't hate me and we both know that..." he retorted, his expression turning smug.

"Yeah.. i mildly dislike you.." you shook your head, looking back down at his hand, your brain going back to studying his rings.

He chuckled, noticing your gaze on his rings again. He enjoyed the way you seemed enamored with his materialistic jewelry.

He smirked as you responded, a hint of cockiness in his tone. "Just mildly dislike... wow, doll I'm honored."

You leaned in closer, as if you were telling him a government secret once again, "But don't tell that to 'sober me' she still hates your guts.."

He couldn't help but smirk wider, his hand slightly squeezing your thigh again at your words. He leaned closer, your face mere inches from his.

"I see how it is.. so sober you hates me, huh? What does drunk you think of me..?"

You breathed out softly as he leaned in even closer, your noses almost brushing. You pressed your lips in a thin line, his expensive cologne and smell of cigarettes smoke clouding your drunk and hazy brain, "Dunno.. you make her kind of nervous and anxious by being all sweet and nice.." you murmured.

His smirk only widened, his gaze fixed on your now pursed lips. He couldn't deny that he was enjoying the way you reacted. He could see the effect he was having on you and it was making him cocky. He leaned in closer, his nose brushing against yours, his breath tickling your skin.

"Nervous and anxious huh? Doll, I'm always nice..." he countered, his voice soft and velvety against your ear.

You shoved at his shoulder gently, rolling your eyes with a smile, "Stop.. you're just taking advantage of me being drunk.." you scolded even though there was no malice behind the slurred words.

He chuckled, enjoying you trying to scold him despite your drunken state. He leaned back slightly, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Says the one who hasn't stopped staring at my rings all night" he quipped back, his hand tracing patterns on your thigh, slightly higher than what was appropriate.

You shook your head in mock innocence, swallowing as he moved his hand higher, skin gliding against your soft one. In your state his rings and hand looked so... good? No, that wasn't the word. Maybe sexy. Not that either. Maybe it was aesthetic. "I'm a material girl.." you mumbled, placing your own hand atop of his to stop its wandering. "I'm not gonna sleep with you while being smashed.." you warned softly.

He chuckled, his smirk turning smug as he noticed you stopping his hand from going higher. He let out a low hum, his eyes roaming your face, his focus completely on you.

"Don't worry doll... you're way too smashed and I'm not that much of a dick" he reassured, his gaze drifting down to your thighs, visible as your dress rode up higher than it probably should've, his breath hitching for a second at the sight of the exposed skin.

"I can let you kiss me once though.." you teased, your voice as soft and velvety as it could be while like this. Your narrowed eyes were watching the side of his face to see if he was biting your pathetic drunken bait.

He raised an eyebrow, pretending to look unfazed and nonchalant even though he was slightly taken aback, a small smirk tugging at his lips.

"Let me kiss you, huh? Doll, you're being awfully generous.."

"Well, since you're obsessed with me.. I figured i might do something good tonight.." you chuckled, smiling sweetly at him, eyes crinkling at the corners behind your glasses.

He rolled his eyes, his smirk widening, his hand still gripping your thigh ever so slightly.

"Oh, so you're doing me a favor now, huh? Giving me an opportunity to put my lips on you.." he stated as a fact, his tone playful yet holding some truth behind it.

You leaned in slightly, nose brushing against his cheek a little, "We kissed before right? We slept together 2 times already too, it won't hurt?" you whispered, grinning as you continued to bait him.

He chuckled softly, his gaze flickering to meet yours, your words sending a jolt straight to his gut.

"Yeah doll, we did..." he mumbled softly, his hand gently squeezing your thigh again, his thumb beginning to trace your skin almost absentmindedly.

"And no it won't hurt.."

You chuckled lowly as he fell for it hook, line and sinker. You placed a fleeting kiss on his cheek before pulling back, still grinning to yourself, "It's not normal.. To be this obsessed with me.." you mumbled mockingly.

He couldn't help but smile at your words, his eyes following your movement as you pulled back, the touch of your lips sending a shiver down his spine. He chuckled darkly, enjoying the way you tried to rile him up.

"Nothing about us is normal.." he murmured, his hand moving to the inside of your thigh, thumb tracing circles on your skin.

You swallowed thickly while trying to ignore the tingling in your gut; your thighs squeezing his hand on reflex, your heartbeat speeding up. You were both fully aware that all of this had to do with the excessive amount of alcohol in your system. And yet, the feeling of his hand lingering on your thigh, on that very much sensitive area, was driving you absolutely insane. "You're not normal.. I'm perfectly normal and stable.." you deflected sarcastically, your voice quiet and still slurred, almost inaudible over the sounds of the cars and the convenience store behind you both.

He chuckled again, his grip on your thigh growing more firm as he noticed you squeezing around his hand. He shifted closer, his eyes fixated on your face, taking in every single expression, every little gesture and every single twitch.

"You're about as stable as I am doll.." he retorted, his hand slowly rubbing circles on your thigh. He inched closer, his smirk growing cockier as he could sense your flustered state, how you were trying to keep your breathing steady and your gaze steadier.

For context in case you all wondered you weren't easy. Sleeping with Rafe before, drunk AND sober contributed to how you felt around him. That coupled with the fact that you were just terribly touch deprived didn't mix well with vodka, weed and blow. Rafe was the second guy you slept with since losing your virginity, and you had a small nagging feeling that he was gonna be the only one for a while with your feelings for JJ in the picture. Your hand landed atop of his once again, stopping it once again from sliding up further or kneading your flesh in that way that made you tingle, rolling your eyes in mock annoyance "Don't compare me to you.." you muttered without any hint of malice.

He couldn't help but notice the way you stopped his hand from traveling further up your leg, how you tried to seem annoyed with him even though he could see right through it, your flushed cheeks and shaky voice only feeding his ego and confidence even more. He chuckled softly, his smirk widening, his hand still gripping tightly at your thigh, his thumb tracing circles on the soft skin, sending jolts to the pit of your stomach.

"Why not, doll? Can't handle being compared to me?" he asked, his voice a soft and smooth drawl, his eyes trained on yours.

You shook your head 'no' your touch deprived body still focused on his touch and how it was affecting the growing the pit in your stomach. "You're a horrible, horrible mean man.." you muttered, leaning in to whisper mockingly, breathing grazing his cheek.

He let out a low chuckle as you leaned in, closing his eyes at the feeling of your warmth and breath on his skin. He tightened his grip on your leg, his fingertips digging into your flesh just enough.

"Oh doll, you don't mean that at all-" he whispered back, his voice a soft drawl against your ear.

You breathed out shakily when his grip became just a hint firmer, cutting off his statement, "That feels really nice.." you mumbled, a bit too affected by the simplest touch. You needed to stay away from Rafe when sober and when drunk because you couldn't control yourself on either occasions and you knew he wasn't even taking advantage of you at this point if your body reacted to him that way. A small part of you, the one that wasn't in love with JJ of course, thrived under his attention.

He was enjoying this way more than he should. Your drunken words, your ragged breath, the way your body reacted in such subtle but very obvious ways to even the slightest of his touches, his hand still roaming over your thigh.

He hummed contently when you mumbled under your breath about how it felt nice, a small smirk forming on his face.

"You're just very sensitive, huh?" he asked softly, his hand running higher up, his thumb brushing your inner thigh now, almost teasingly.

"You said you're not that much of a dick to try and sleep with me." you continued muttering, pulling back just slightly to smirk at him.

He chuckled at your words, his gaze flickering to your face, a smirk tugging on his lips despite being called a dick. He looked down at his hand that was now halfway up your thigh, biting his lower lip for a moment, before looking back up at your face and raising his eyebrow at your small smirk.

"Well doll, I'm not" he reassured, his hand slowly sliding back down, to just behind your knee, his thumb tracing over a patch of skin there.

You nodded, letting out a small breath you didn't realize you were holding, smiling sweetly at him before leaning in to press another fleeting kiss on his cheek. You pulled back, obviously amused at the fact that you could be more affectionate due to being plastered. You liked being drunk because you could do a lot of things without feeling remorse or anxiety over them.

He chuckled, amused at the affection you were doling him up in such large amounts. He couldn't deny that he enjoyed every single one of them, the subtle and short kisses, and the way you leaned in closer to him. He looked you up and down, realizing just how affected and out of it you were, your words slurred, your eyelids heavy with intoxication.

He brought his hand up to your face, using his thumb to swipe your lower lip, brushing over your soft, drunkenly flushed skin.

You hummed softly at his touch, leaning into his hand ever so slightly as your brain went absolutely haywire, the alcohol coursing through your veins making you needy for his touch. When his hand pulled back, your lips remained slightly parted, your gaze still locked with his, your thoughts completely blank and fuzzy. You wanted to kiss him. God you wanted to kiss him so badly. You wanted to kiss Rafe Cameron while still sitting on a random curb in a corner store parking lot, and you didn't really mind it at the moment.

He noticed the look in your eyes, the way you leaned into his touch, your expression, the way your body was now inching closer to him. His gaze was fixed on your slightly parted lips, he could see and hear how your breathing had picked up slightly. He could see that you were in a drunken daze, completely hypnotized under the influence of the alcohol and.. him, most likely. He leaned in till your faces were almost nose to nose.

You dropped your forehead on his shoulder gently, letting your eyes flutter closed as you whispered under your breath, more to yourself than for him "You're so pretty, so horrible and i hate you.." you groaned almost like a petulant child, feeling yourself grow more flustered.

He almost huffed out a laugh at your words, his eyes softening as you whispered against his shoulder. He tilted his head gently, his hand coming up to cradle the back of your head, holding you close to him, his touch now slightly more intimate.

"I hate you too, doll-" he murmured back, leaning his cheek on the top of your head, his hand gently scratching the back of your neck as his nose grazed your temple when he tilted his head slightly.

You hummed, nodding against his shoulder mindlessly, "That's good then.." you continued to mutter.

A chuckle rumbled in his chest as he continued to hold you against him, his hand still gently massaging your neck. He found himself amused at your constant muttering about how you hated him.

"Mmhm.. very good." he hummed in agreement, still holding you against him, feeling your warmth and being fully aware that he could snap and kiss you any second now.

He hummed against your head, his cheek pressed against your hair, his eyes closed as he inhaled deeply. He felt content, holding you like this, in the middle of a night, outside of some random shop, and yet he didn't care.

"You're going to be so mad at me when you sober up..." he murmured softly, his hand slipping down your neck now, fingers gently tracing patterns across your skin.

Rafe thought you were asleep on his shoulder but despite being slightly sleepy you were registering his words as you leaned into his touch. You were gonna be very mad at him yes. Because he was him and you were you and no amount of alcohol could change that. "I wish you weren't so mean to my friends.. maybe I'd like you then.."

He chuckled again, the sound deep and velvety, his hand rubbing your back in slow, gentle circles now, his thumb tracing your spine. He knew what you meant and he couldn't stop himself from replying back to your drowsy rambling.

"Mm.. you think so?" he hummed, his voice low and smooth against your ear, his lips grazing your hair.

You nodded slowly, burrowing your head further into his shoulder, your voice still slurred and quiet, your words coming out soft against his shoulder.

"Yeah.. you're too mean to them.." you mumbled, your brain feeling heavy and fuzzy, but not too much to stop thinking about just how much you wanted to kiss him. "..i shouldn't want to kiss you.." you continued, letting out a soft sigh. In your current state you couldn't fight Rafe or your need to be close to him. "Mm.. and you're so pretty now.. it's unfair.." As if to emphasize your point you rubbed your face against his shirt, rubbing yourself against him like a cat.

He found himself completely taken back by your words, his breathing slightly quickening, his hand still gently tracing your back as you nuzzled into his shoulder. He knew you wouldn't remember any of this later and yet he still found himself being so close to losing it right here, right now, outside in a random parking lot, your face rubbing against the side of his neck.

"Yeah dolly, life's unfair-" he mumbled against your hair, his touch slightly more possessive as he held you close.

Your soft sighs and the way you were rubbing your face against him was like gasoline to an already raging fire. It took every bit of self control in him to not lose it completely. You were just drunk and rambling, he repeated that to himself over and over like a damn mantra. He could kiss you right now, and you'd like it - hell, you'd probably prefer it. But he could never do that right now, and he knew that. He just couldn't take advantage like that.

He knew something was a bit.. wrong. He didn't know what you took, and despite your insists on the fact that he was obsessed with you he barely noticed you at the party. Or so he liked to tell himself. It was hard to keep his eyes away from you when you were stumbling around the kook parties looking so obviously out of place. But he'd seen you drunk, hell he even slept with you when you were drunk before. But you weren't this smashed. Your filter was almost gone and you were way too malleable and your words too slurry.

But here he was, holding you like he was scared you'd slip away from his grip, trying to piece together what you took and how much of it you took in. He just knew it was more than alcohol for you to be this out of it, to have your walls come down so easily. He knew you'd never allow this much affection otherwise, and as much as he liked you, he wasn't the type to take advantage of you just because you were like this.

He pulled back just enough to look over your face, but still close enough to feel your breath on his skin. His expression was unreadable as he gently lifted your face up to look at him. His gaze flickered over your face, noticing the slightly dazed expression and the glassy look in your eyes from all the substances in your system.

"Dolly.. What did you take?" he asked, his voice gruff, low and filled with concern.

You sighed softly as he took your face in his big hands, rings pressing slightly into your warm cheeks. You lost the string of events after talking to a guy at a party. He was hovering near you for 20 minutes, clearly trying to sleep with you, going as far as offering you a drink, which you took. And drank. Which from party etiquette, and as a girl at a party- you weren't supposed to do. "I dunno.. The last thing i remember drinking was this black Russian, this guy made for me.." you chuckled weakly as you focused on the color of his eyes in the dim light flickering from the sign to his side.

He bit the inside of his cheek as you spoke, his gaze still fixed on your face, searching for any signs of discomfort or uneasiness.

"That's all you drank? Just that one drink?" he asked, his grip on your face tightening just a tad bit, his thumb gently brushing against your cheek. He felt his chest get tight at the thought of someone trying to take advantage of you.

You nodded slightly, enjoying the way he was cradling your face in his hands "It tasted strange though.. i don't think the dude knew how to make a black Russian.." you snorted as if it was funny and you weren't potentially just revealing that your drink might've been spiked.

He felt his irritation grow, his jaw clenching as you mentioned the drink tasting strange. He let out a low growl of irritation as he lifted his eyes to look around, scanning the area as if he could possibly find the guy who spiked your drink. He snapped his gaze back to you, his face filled with anger.

"God damn it- that mother fu-" he started, his grip on your face tightening as he tried to keep his anger in check.

He felt angry, for many different reasons, but mostly he was just so goddamn frustrated. You looked so fragile like this, completely in a daze and vulnerable, and all he could do was stare at you, holding your face in his big, ring covered hands, making sure none of the men walking in an out of the store had eyes on you. His gaze wandered down to your lips, taking note of how parted they were, and he wondered if he could kiss you right now. The idea almost felt tantalizing enough to lose the last strand of self control he had left.

You tilted your head in his hold as if it was filled with lead, supporting it in his hold. The flashes of cold kept rocking your body, switching from being too hot to too cold. "I'm kinda cold.. and my feet hurt from these heels.." you muttered, letting your eyes flutter for a second.

His expression softened as you mumbled against his hold, your words barely making sense to him. He noticed you shivering, your body shifting slightly as if to escape the coldness.

"I know dolly.. I know-" he murmured back, his thumb gently rubbing against your cheek, his gaze still fixed on you, his tone dropping. He let out a silent curse at the sight of those damn heels you were wearing.

He looked around for a brief moment, his brain working on a plan that would somehow provide some level of comfort to you. He quickly let go of your face, dropping his hand to your shoulders instead, his hand slipping down to your arm.

"C'mon, let's at least get you away from the store, doll.." he murmured, his voice soft despite the irritation he was feeling. He gently pulled you to your feet.

You slumped against his side, wrapping one arm around his neck for support. Your head fell lazily over his shoulder, glasses almost slipping from your face. "My feet hurt so bad i don't wanna walk home.." you groaned slightly as he made an attempt to drag you to his black SUV parked further into the parking lot. You were obviously not cooperating, seeing as you were barely dragging your legs, heels scraping against the pavement.

He had to admit you were being so damn stubborn, but he was being patient, and it was taking some serious restraint to not pick you up and just carry you like a damn princess to his car. His irritation flared up at your stubborn whining, but he clenched his jaw and held it in.

He wrapped an arm around your waist, his grip tight around you as he helped you walk towards his car.

Your heels continued to resist against the rough pavement as if you had never walked a day in these things, whimpering quietly, "Please Rafe, i don't wanna walk home."

His irritation rose once more, his jaw clenching at you refusing to walk at all now. He gritted his teeth, fighting down the urge to actually pick you up in his arms, knowing that you'd actually hate that.

"For the love of god dolly, quit being so damn stubborn-" he muttered under his breath.

You came to a stop, stabilizing yourself enough to raise your head from his shoulder. Your face was twisted into a frown, pain etched across your features along with the dazed expression on your face.

He let out a heavy sigh, his hand still on your waist as he looked down at you.

"What are you doin', huh? Just stop complaining and come on-" he muttered, his tone stern, his grip on you slightly tightening.

"Can you carry me?" you cut him off, lip sticking out slightly. Of course, sober you would never, and i mean NEVER ask Rafe to carry you. But it tracked seeing as you were drunk, high and had a spiked drink.

He let out another heavy sigh, his irritation mixing with slight surprise at your words. He studied your face for a brief moment, your lip stuck out like a goddamn pouting child, and he wondered if he heard you right.

"Come again, doll?" he questioned, raising an eyebrow.

You stared at him silently, still frowning. You looked like a mess, more than Rafe had ever seen you before in the short span of time knowing you. Glasses askew on your face, makeup slightly smeared, messy hair and a smashed and absolutely beyond drunk expression.

He felt his irritation melt away at the sight of you like this, his gaze flickering over your face, taking in the messy hair, the smeared make up and those stupid damn glasses that were still somehow on right. His eyes dropped down to your face, your parted lips, and he resisted the urge to just lean over and kiss you right now.

He let out a long slow breath, his hand still gripping your hip, the words slipping past his lips before he could stop them.

"Come here, doll."

You let out a small noise of acknowledgment at his words, your sluggish brain not registering just how oddly soft he sounded. You took a step closer, leaning against him, your hand slipping around his neck and clinging on weakly.

He huffed slightly as you leaned against him, the warmth of your body against his making everything go fuzzy. He wrapped one arm around your waist, the other moving around your legs. His breath hitched, the contact of your body against his sending a shiver down his spine.

He wrapped his arms around your thighs, hoisting you up in a fluid motion.

You let out a small grunt as he lifted you up in his arms easily bridal style. You let your head slump against his chest as you wrapped both of your arms around his neck. You dangled your legs in the air gently as if this was casual and the most normal thing ever, humming. "Wow.. you're so strong.." you mumbled, grinning to yourself, and Rafe wasn't sure if you were mocking him or just blabbering in your drunken state.

He chuckled softly at the sound of your words, your head slumping against his chest, your legs dangling in the air, being held by him effortlessly. He couldn't help but smirk slightly at your drunken comment, his ego preening just a little bit.

"Yeah dolly, I am." he mused, his tone smug as he started walking towards his car, carrying you like you weighed nothing.

You raised your head slightly, eyes fixed to the side of his face "I've always wanted a guy to carry me like this.." you chuckled softly, dangling your legs from time to time, your words proving to Rafe that you were in fact not teasing him; and you actually thought that he was strong and weren't against this. At least in this state of yours.

He let out a soft laugh, his smirk growing a bit bigger, a spark of something igniting in his chest at your words. He's never heard something like this from you before and part of him felt almost pleased that you noticed his strength, his ego inflating further.

"Yeah doll? Wanted a guy to carry you like this huh?" he questioned, his tone soft and smug, a hint of teasing mixed in as he reached his car.

He gently set you down on the passenger seat, buckling you in effortlessly. Then he quickly rounded the car, opening the drivers door and getting in. The doors locked and the car started up, warm air slowly flooding out of the vents, filling the inside of his car. He turned to you, his gaze running over the sight of you slumped in the passenger seat. You looked so out of place in his car, the sight making his heart do backflips in a way he never thought it could. Your powder blue dress standing out the black interior, your disheveled appearance a stark contrast to the tidy car. "Your car is so, so nice country-club.." you whispered in something that looked like awe, looking around at the lit up dashboard.

He let out a huff of a chuckle, watching you look over the interior of his car through hooded eyes. You looked so out of place yet perfectly in place at the same time. It was almost a little surreal to see you like this. Soft and malleable and vulnerable and not yelling at him. Just rambling and sleepy in his passenger seat.

"Yeah doll? You like it?" he questioned, pulling out of the parking lot now, one hand on the wheel, his gaze flickering over to you now and then.

"You never take me for drives.. Do you not like me enough?" you asked scowling, fidgeting with your seat belt buckle mindlessly.

He grunted softly, his gaze flickering from the road to you, a smirk creeping up on his face at the question. You looked so cute, with your scowl and messy hair and those damn glasses.

"I don't take anyone for drives doll, I like my alone time, remember?" he said, chuckling softly as he shifted his focus back to the road.

You hummed as if you knew that he liked alone time and that he liked to go on drives alone. You didn't know. Of course you didn't. It wasn't like you and Rafe knew things about each other aside from disliking one another when sober. Whatever you got spiked with was definitely very strong and Rafe wasn't exactly sure what would have happened to you if he wasn't the one that found you. "What about me?" you whined quietly, eyes now fixed on the passing streetlights out the passenger window.

He heard the whine in your voice and he knew exactly what you were asking. A smirk crossed his face at your question, as his head filled with thoughts about all the times he'd wanted to spend time with you but just never knew how. His grip on the wheel tightened slightly as he mulled over his words, his gaze flickering to you through the corner of his eye.

"I've never said I didn't like you, dolly.." he responded, his voice quiet yet firm, his gaze fixing on the road ahead once more.

You hummed knowingly once again, still fidgeting with the seatbelt strap. "You just have such a nice car.. It's a shame you drive in it alone.." you pointed out softly, chuckling to yourself.

He let out a low chuckle, his grip on the steering wheel tightening just a little as he shot you another quick glance. You were too goddamn right.

"Yeah.. I never had anyone I really wanted to share it with.." he responded, his voice soft, admitting more than what he should've.

You slumped your head against the headrest of your seat, yawning slowly "How come? You have so many friends and you're so rich.. What about girls? Girls want you to take them on rides right?" you slurred out, sleep already threatening to consume you. Which you tried to fight off.

He chuckled softly again, his mind flashing through the many girls who came and went in his life, none really special, not to him at least. But he knew you'd never understand that. Hell, he knew you'd never even listen. He shook his head slightly before replying.

"Yeah sure doll, there are girls who want drives. But they're not the kinda girls I'd want in my car." he muttered, his gaze fleeting over to you again.

You chuckled softly, reaching up to adjust your glasses on your face, still slumped out on your seat "What kinda girls you'd want in your car, then?" you asked Rafe, your voice still carrying a hint of amusement despite the tiredness swirling around in your brain.

He was silent for a moment, his expression growing thoughtful as he thought over your question, the sound of the night and the car driving filling the air. The silence dragged on, and he couldn't tell where his honesty came from.

He looked at you again, his eyes lingering on your profile. Your hair was tousled and your glasses were askew. Yet, to him, you looked beautiful in all your messy, vulnerable state.

"I don't know.." he murmured, his voice rough and quiet, his gaze flickering back to the road, his mind racing with conflicting thoughts about you. He was used to his own company, to living life his way.

But there was something about you, about seeing you like this. Soft and delicate and quiet. And he found himself wishing that he could see you like this more often. Wishing that he could spend more time with you, just talking and being together instead of annoying and being mad at each other for no apparent reason.

You hummed quietly once again, eyes still closed. Despite that you were seemingly mulling over his answer, as bleak and simple as it was. "I mean.. I get that. I'd never actually thought about what type of guy i like.. Given I've liked JJ my whole life, almost.." you confessed to Rafe under your breath, the words slipping out easily. More than easily than they would've if you were sober.

His mouth curled into a grin as he digested your words, his gaze still fixed on the road. He was almost shocked as he listened to what you were saying, your confession so nonchalant and casual that it almost caught him off guard. He found himself curious, his voice soft in the quiet of the car.

"JJ, huh.." was all he said, his eyes shifting back to the road, his knuckles white on the wheel as his mind ran through the details of your confession.

You sighed softly, a slight hint of sadness present in your otherwise dazed voice. The effect of the unknown substance was slowly wearing off but your inhibitions, however, were still not at full capacity. "But it's just stupid.. because he'll never love me back.." The words slipped out of your mouth as you murmured, and Rafe heard every syllable.

He felt his heart clench in his chest at the sadness in your voice, his grip on the wheel tightening just a little as he tried to keep his composure. The thought of you, loving someone who couldn't love you back, stirred up a feeling inside of him that he couldn't understand in all its intensity. He felt his throat go dry and he licked his lips, trying to find the right words to say.

He wanted to say so goddamn much. He felt his brain and heart racing with all the things he wanted to say to you. He wanted to say that you deserved better, that JJ was a idiot if he didn’t realize what he was missing out on, wanted to tell you that he was the one who deserved you maybe, or that you just deserved better all together.

But all the words were stuck in his throat and all that came out were a quiet, soft.

"I'm sorry dolly..."

Your eyes fluttered open, watching the side of his face as he drove, his features illuminated by the dashboard lights softly. "It's okay.. He has a girlfriend anyway.." you scoffed almost bitterly, wanting to reach out to place your hand atop of his on the gearshift, but your limbs felt like they were made out of lead.

He felt your gaze on him, and he resisted the urge to look at you properly, scared of what he might let on or say if he did. He hated to hear the bitterness in your voice, his mind swimming with all the things he would do to ease your pain at the thought of JJ and his goddamn girlfriend.

His knuckles were white on the steering wheel, his jaw clenching slightly. He wondered why he was feeling so much, why your words and the sight of you like this were so goddamn infuriating.

You slumped down in your seat, head lolling against the headrest of the seat. Your eyes fixed on the side of his face, and you could feel tears prickling behind your eyes, suddenly struck by an overwhelming wave of emotions. You felt so vulnerable and broken, yet the presence of him beside you, the way his gaze darkened as you mentioned JJ and Kiara, made you feel something you couldn't put a finger on. "I don't wanna go home.." you muttered, your voice cracking slightly as you spoke.

His grip on the steering wheel tightened at the sound of your voice cracking, his heart sinking in his chest as he felt something heavy settle in his stomach. He hated to hear you sound so broken, the thought of you going home and disappearing from his sight made him feel something he had never felt before.

He let out a heavy sigh, his expression hardening slightly as he replied, his words softer than he had intended. “You don’t wanna go home, dolly?”

You shook your head despite the fact that he couldn't see you, his blue eyes fixed on the quiet road ahead. Of course you didn't wanna go home. The chateau wasn't a good pick either. Even in your state you knew how strange it would be for you to be dropped off by Rafe at the pogues' main hang out spot. And you figured he wouldn't bother driving over there anyway. Not that you were too thrilled on facing your friends like this. You'd deal with all the scolding for disappearing tomorrow. "No.." you muttered, sniffling slightly before adding "I don't wanna face my mom.."

His gaze darkened again, his jaw clenching at the mention of your mother. A whole new level of hatred towards your mother arose within him, remembering the few times he's seen her around town. It was safe to say the woman was the furthest you could get from being mother of the year.

He let out another heavy sigh as he ran through the options, realizing that you were right in assuming that dropping you off at the Chateau was out of the question. The thought of you being alone, vulnerable and in distress didn’t sit right with him.

And then the logical conclusion to his thoughts hit him, his throat going dry. He tried to push the thought of you at his place away, tried to find another solution, any other solution, but nothing popped up in his mind. He felt his heart race at the thought of it, and before he could think twice, the words slipped out of his mouth.

"You can.. stay the night at my place."

A bitter smirk tugged at your lips, letting your eyes flutter closed again, as if you were filled with some kind of shame. As much as your brain could muster "I don't wanna inconvenience you, country-club.."

He huffed in annoyance, his irritation rising at the fact that you still called him 'country-club.' He couldn't believe that even in your current state, you still managed to mock him. He felt a pang of irritation at the idea of you thinking you were bothersome.

"It's not an inconvenience, dolly." he replied, his eyes flickering over to you again, his gaze lingering on your crumpled figure in the seat, looking so damn vulnerable.

The smirk on your face turned into a small almost grateful smile. You never actually managed to grasp why Rafe didn't bother with mocking nicknames like you did. Sure, he slipped an occasional 'trailer park trash' or even 'bartender' in, but it was rare. It was mostly 'dolly', or even 'angel' on special occasions. That always arose questions in your sober mind but you never bothered to ask why. You figured the older Cameron boy addressed every girl that way. Which wasn't entirely true. But you didn't know that, obviously.

"Really?" you asked after a few moments of silence. Who were you to refuse sleeping at his big, snobby house. Especially given you'd have to crash on the beach or even worse at your house otherwise.

His knuckles were still white on the steering wheel as he responded, his heart pounding in his chest for a reason he didn't know.

"Really." he reassured, his eyes flickering over to you again for a beat before they were back on the road in front of him. He was almost surprised at himself, his brain still trying to catch up with his words.

"We're gonna have a sleepover, country-club.." you teased weakly, lolling your head to the side on the seat, still smiling to yourself.

He huffed again, a ghost of a smirk on his face as he couldn't help but feel a little amused by your usual stubbornness.

"Yeah dolly, we're going to have a damn sleepover at my house.." he replied, shaking his head softly with a quiet chuckle.

You chuckled tiredly, feeling like a little kid, looking excited for a sleepover for the first time. You almost couldn't believe how much your moods were changing in the span of minutes. It's like you went from feeling completely miserable and vulnerable to almost giddy with excitement. The thought of JJ and Kiara, your mom or anything else melted away as you focused solely on how weightless your body felt against the leather seat of Rafe's SUV. Your head was spinning and your mouth was watering slightly, indicating you might be sick. But you managed to hold it in, at least until you got out of the car. Hopefully. "That's funny.." you chuckled again, reaching up to fidget with your glasses. "I feel so weird.." you rasped out, growing more dizzy as the numerous substances in your body were starting to fully kick in. Even after trying to sober yourself up with cookies and ice tea back at the corner store.

His expression turned into more of a concerned frown as he noticed how your voice turned slurring again and your body was slumped against the seat, your movements slower and more difficult than usual. He could feel his body tense up, his jaw clenching as he knew the substances were taking their effect.

"Yeah dolly but keep talking to me, okay? Don't fall asleep just yet.." he said, his tone soft but firm.

"I don't even know what to say.." you whispered, your hand moving to rub at your temple, trying to will the dizziness and sickness away.

His eyes flickered over to you as your hand came up to rub at your head, his expression shifting to something of concern and worry.

"Keep talking to me dolly, anything you can think of." he repeated, one of his hands leaving the steering wheel to reach over, his fingers wrapping around your own, gently pulling your hand away from your head.

Your eyes drifted down to his hand wrapped around your wrist, the grip gentle and warm. Not like when someone would grab your wrist to tug you around or to forcefully stop you. "Well.. my brain feels heavy. It's like i can't think.." you breathed out, the sound an attempt at a laugh.

He continued to hold your wrist in a gentle grip, his fingers brushing over the soft skin as you spoke. He could hear the heaviness in your voice, the effort it took you to speak.

"Yeah? Your brain feels heavy huh? Guess I'm the opposite, my mind is running too fast right now.." he chuckled softly, his grip on your wrist tightening just a little, anchoring you in place.

"My brain does that usually.. It's so fucking fast. But right now everything is slow and nice.." you rambled quietly, studying the side of his face intently as he drove, trying to keep yourself awake.

He felt his heart clench as your words sunk in, his expression softening at the way you spoke, so dazed and calm. It was almost like you were a different person, but he knew it was all the substances affecting you.

"Yeah dolly? Your brain is quiet and slow for once? You're usually so goddamn stubborn and fast.. it's kinda cute.." he teased, trying to keep your attention with the conversation.

"I'm not stubborn.." your expression hardened a little, but it melted away instantly, your body continuing to grow more weightless and numb. "God, i feel so weird.."

He chuckled softly, his eyes flickering between the road and you, noticing the way your expression changed with your mood.

"No dolly, you're the most stubborn person I know. But you won't admit that of course.." he smirked slightly, his hand still wrapped around your wrist as he pulled onto the street that lead to his house.

"Do you know a lot of people, Rafe?" you rasped out once again, your voice becoming more and more weak as you fought sleep.

He let out a soft sigh, his expression softening as he heard your weakening voice. He could sense that you were growing tired, fighting to stay awake.

"I don't know many people. Not really, no." he replied, his grip on your wrist tight as they pulled up into the driveway of his house, the familiar sight of the large Camerons house loomed in the distance.

"Why not?" you prodded, glancing down at his hand once again.

His grip on your wrist loosened for a moment, his eyes flickering over to you as you questioned him, his smirk returning to his face.

"Cause I don't like a lot of people Dolly, and people usually don't seem to care about me." he murmured, parking the car in front of the house before shutting off the engine. He took a moment to look you over, his gaze lingering on your tired features.

You laughed weakly, shifting in your seat. "A lot of people care about THE Rafe Cameron. You just wanna seem humble.." you mumbled, now aware that the car had came to a stop.

He huffed out another chuckle as he unbuckled his seatbelt, shifting in his seat to face you. His eyes lingered on your tired form, his voice still soft as he spoke.

"Only assholes care about me dolly, that much is obvious. Trust me, I'm not humble. People just care if I can buy their loyalty.." he stated casually.

You mulled over his answer as if you were able to hold such a deep conversation, your vision going hazy again, "That must be depressing.." you stated, fighting the urge to let your eyes close.

He gave a soft, bitter chuckle at your reply, his expression hardening slightly.

"Yeah, well, it's the life of a rich kid, right? Can't complain." he said, trying to brush off the topic as he got out of the car, making his way to your side.

He pulled your door open and bent down, his gaze fixed on your tired and sleepy eyes.

"Come on, dolly. Gotta get inside" he said, extending his hand for you to take.

You shifted to face him, trying to unbuckle your seatbelt with slow movements. You didn't really make an effort to get out of the seat, not really able to do with how weak your body was growing and with the pain in your feet from the heels. "I still can't walk.." you frowned in shame, sighing.

He rolled his eyes softly, his expression shifting into something more tender. He was used to your stubbornness. And he was well aware of your current condition, knowing damn well that asking you to walk right now was a lost cause.

"Yeah I figured dolly, I'm not asking you to walk" he muttered, leaning in slightly to undo your seatbelt.

Once your seatbelt was undone, he bent down once again, slinging an arm underneath your legs and the other around your back and in one swift motion, lifting you up in his arms, carrying you towards the house once again.

You didn't complain, barely wrapping your arms around his neck for support as your head slumped against his chest. The house was looming over you, your blurry vision making the dark surrounding it scary. "Your house has always been scary.." you mumbled, casting a fleeting glance towards it before letting your eyes close.

He let out a soft chuckle at your words, feeling almost surprised to hear you say something so honest as he crossed the short distance from the car to the front door.

"Yeah? Well, it's not exactly the coziest place." he replied, unlocking the front door as he kept you cradled in his arms, carefully carrying you inside.

He made his way through the dark hallway, the only sound was the sound of his footsteps and your almost heavy breathing. He reached a particular door, pushing his elbow against it, resulting in a click and the door swinging open, revealing his large bedroom.

He carried you inside and slowly placed you down onto the bed. He leaned down to take off your heels, dropping them on the floor as he let himself flop down on the foot-end of the bed. An odd silence befell, a bit of tension filling the air as his gaze lingered on you. He couldn't deny that the sight of you in his bed, looking so vulnerable yet so utterly beautiful, stirred something in him.

Your body relaxed almost instantly once he removed the stupid heeled sandals, the feeling of the soft mattress under your body almost heavenly in your current predicament. Still, your head continued to spin violently, even more now that you were laying down properly. "I need to go to the bathroom.." you rasped out, already feeling your mouth watering and your stomach stir. "But I'm scared of throwing up.." you muttered, despair evident in your words.

He could sense your hesitation and uneasiness, his expression softening as he realized your current predicament. He couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle, knowing damn well you were a goner.

"You'll be fine dolly, don't worry about it. You're pretty wasted anyway.." he said, his voice soft as he stood up, walking over to you, towering over you again, looking down at your figure on the bed.

You struggled to let your eyes open, glancing up at his tall form towering over you on the bed, frown deepening as you continued to grow more scared of throwing up alone, "I don't wanna be alone though.."

He felt a pang in his heart upon hearing your words, something about the vulnerability in your voice made him feel a way he wasn't used to feeling. His expression turning more tender as the frown on your face deepened.

"Hey, look at me.." he murmured softly, his voice quiet and steady as he leaned down, reaching out to cup your face.

You obeyed, forcing your heavy eyes to open lazily, your tired eyes locking with his own. "You won't be alone, dolly. I'll be right here, alright?" he reassured you, his tone still soft as his thumb swiped over your cheek. Your weary eyes fluttered, unable to do anything but nod, the thought of being sick all over yourself alone was enough to make you feel worse.

He nodded in return, his expression gentle and his touch soft as he moved to gently push your messy locks out of your face, noticing how they were sticking to your forehead with sweat. He sat down on the edge of the bed, his gaze never leaving yours as he spoke once more.

"Alright then, stay here. I'm going to get something for you." he said, his hand reluctantly slipping off your cheek, giving your arm a gentle squeeze before retreating from the bed.

He left the bedroom, moving to the bathroom across the hall and opening the cupboard. He fished out a bottle of Tylenol, a roll of paper towels and a glass. He filled the glass with water before returning back to the bedroom.

He re-entered the bedroom, his eyes locking on your tired gaze. You looked miserable, almost fragile. He walked over to you, setting the items on the bed nightstand before sitting down on the edge of the mattress, beside you once again. "Can you sit up a little for me dolly?" he asked, his hand gently reaching down to touch your shoulder.

When you didn't react to him instantly he felt the unfamiliar sting of fear burrow itself in his mind, letting out a small breath of relief when you hummed weakly, fluttering your blown out eyes open to lock onto his. Even though he debated you actually realized who or what you were looking at, at this point. You sat up, every movement feeling like a great effort, limbs heavy, head spinning and stomach continuing to churn as if you were gonna be sick any moment now. "Bathroom.." you mumbled, voice strained.

He could tell you were a goner, your movement clumsy and heavy, your expression laced with discomfort. He watched, his expression hardening in concern as you managed to sit up, only to hear you mutter the word bathroom.

He wasted no time leaning back over to grip your shoulders, hoisting your body up.

"Come on dolly, lean over. I'm gonna help you. You're not gonna be alone, remember? I'm right here.." he reassured softly.

You didn't protest as his strong arms wrapped under your shoulders, lifting you up effortlessly. Your head lolled back, leaning against his chest as he guided you into a standing position. You wobbled slightly, your entire body felt like it was made of lead, but Rafe's arm wrapped around you, keeping you upright. "C'mon, just a little further.."

He helped you take small, clumsy steps, his pace slow and steady, his grip on your body firm and secure, as you made your way into the bathroom. He could feel your body leaning heavily on, your every move sluggish. He could practically sense your stomach churning, your pale and clammy face showing that throwing up was imminent.

Once he turned the light on in the bathroom though your body became alert enough to slump on the floor just in time to throw yourself over the toilet to throw up in it. Your hands clutched the edges of the toilet bowl, heaving out all of the contents in your stomach easily but violently. All the limited food you had that night burning down your throat along with the vodka and whatever substance your drink was spiked with. Even though you felt scared of vomiting, with each heave of your stomach you felt just a little more lighter and sober.

Rafe knelt down next to you, his expression twisted in concern as he held your hair out of the way with one hand, his other rubbing soothing circles on your trembling back. He felt a strange sense of helplessness as he watched you retch, witnessing the discomfort and pain you were going through. The sound of you heaving was painful to hear, but he knew at least that you getting sick would help you feel better eventually.

Finally after some unusually long minutes of retching and heaving you spat the remaining spit in the toilet, the taste on your tongue so bitter and prickly that it made you retch one last time before raising your head slowly. You instantly made eye contact with Rafe, who was knelt beside you, his hand wrapped around your hair securely. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, frowning slightly "This is so embarrassing.." you mumbled bitterly.

He continued to rub your back soothingly, offering a small, sympathetic smirk.

"Oh don't be embarrassed dolly, this ain't the first time I've had a girl puking all over my bathroom floor. Doubt it'll be the last." he teased softly, his hand moving the rub your back again, trying to make you feel at least a little better.

You managed to roll your eyes, a small smirk pulling at your lips. You were finally becoming aware of the cold tiles under your knees and the dull pain in your feet from the heels, which were now gone, thank God. His hand was rubbing your back almost awkwardly, and although you sobered up a little you were still fairly out of it. "Usual occurrence huh, country-club?" you asked teasingly.

He chuckled softly at your words, his hand continuing to move in soothing circles on your back. "Yeah, something like that. You're not the first and you won't be the last dolly." he responded, his tone soft and casual, his gaze locking with yours as you were still sitting in front of him, looking at him tiredly. You were a mess, your hair all tangled and your clothes wrinkled, but he would be lying if he said that you didn't look hot even in that position.

"I hope at least I'll leave an impression.." you muttered under your breath, holding his gaze.

He chuckled once again, his eyes lingering on your face, taking in the sight of your tired and weary expression. Despite your disarray and messy dress, you still looked beautiful. He found himself staring for longer than necessary, his hand still rubbing your back with a surprising gentleness. "Oh, dolly, you already have.. you have no idea."

"Great. I can cross that off my bucket list.." your words were sarcastic as you studied him, your brain finally registering his form for the first time that night. His messy hair, his face, like the actual fact that this was Rafe knelt down on his bathroom floor with you. His black polo shirt with smudges of your body glitter on his shoulder and chest from carrying you, probably. If anyone saw you two, he looked like a concerned boyfriend assisting his sick and drunk girlfriend after a night out. Not two people who relatively hated one another, who were also strangers to some extent.

He couldn't help the smirk that spread across his face, his eyes flickering over your features as your gaze lingered on him for a few seconds too long. He knew how this looked, him sitting here, on the bathroom floor with a girl he barely knew, trying to comfort her. If someone walked in to this bathroom right now, they'd be thinking something entirely different than the actual truth. He chuckled again, his hand rubbing your back once more, his touch almost gentle.

He couldn't tear his gaze from your face, the sight of you all messed up and yet so beautiful making something stir in him. He was still knelt on the cold, hard tiles, almost like a loyal dog. He continued to gently move his hand up and down your back, almost as if he was trying to soothe you. "You feelin' a little better dolly?" he asked, his voice soft and almost tender.

You nodded slowly, your breathing finally slowing down as your body relaxed from the heaving and retching you just did. If you were completely sober you'd probably be more embarrassed about what just happened. You wouldn't even be here in the first place. But you figured it tracked, given you and Rafe had slept together 2 times already, and that was 2 too many. "Definitely better... Still a lil' tipsy though.."

He chuckled softly as you nodded, his expression softening.

"Course you are dolly.. You've got booze and drugs fightin' for attention in your system right now, it'd take a miracle to get you completely sober."

You let out a genuine laugh at his words, studying his expression closely. At some point in the walk to the bathroom he must've taken off your glasses because your vision was still blurry despite sobering up a little. And you couldn't feel their weight on your face. Rafe had such a strange expression on his face. One that you never saw on his face before. The usual smugness and.. well, unstableness dripping from his every feature gone. He simply looked (and stood on the tiled floor with you) like a concerned person, worrying for the well being of another person. With your last memory floating around your hazy brain being drinking a black russian that wasn't made by yourself, you could only assume what followed was you leaving the party to walk to the corner store while being spiked. In heels nonetheless. How you didn't overdose was beyond you. The vodka, weed and blow should've already killed you but getting spiked? You should've been a goner.

And yet you weren't. Or maybe you were, and Rafe sitting beside you was an angel guiding you through your overdose, your body laying motionless in a ditch. But everything felt real, so you figured you were alive still. God, you were gonna be so embarrassed when sobering up in the morning. You placed a hand on Rafe's shoulder, supporting your weight and trying to stand up straight on wobbly feet. "Come on.." you muttered to him.

He seemed mildly taken aback, surprised at the fact you were actually able to stand, despite your still clumsy movements and almost wobbly steps. He pushed himself up off the floor, placing one hand on each of your arms, steadying you as you struggled to maintain your balance on your feet.

"Slow down dolly, take it easy. You're still a little out of it.. "

Your movements came to a stop once you were back on your feet, supporting your weight on Rafe's grip, your expression turning more serious as you spoke "I got spiked, didn't i?" you stated the obvious truth the both of you were aware of, voice a little awkward.

He nodded, his expression hardening once again. "Yeah. You did. You're damn lucky you made it to the corner store, dolly." he said, his hand moving to your waist to give you more support, as if trying to anchor you to the ground, so you wouldn't faint and fall flat on your face.

Your head hung low, shaking it as you mulled over the situation for a few seconds before chuckling cynically "And he didn't even get to score.. You got stuck with dealing with the aftermath of that asshole's attempt.." you mumbled breathlessly, still laughing as you looked up at him.

He huffed softly, his gaze lingering on your face as his grip on your waist tightened slightly. "Yeah, I guess I did. Lucky me.." he taunted sarcastically, his smirk returning, yet this time there was a hint of something else behind his gaze. Something he couldn't quite place himself, and something he wasn't very used to feeling.

You patted his forearms while nodding "Yeah lucky you.." you echoed "He just wasted his drugs.." the way you spoke gave Rafe the feeling you were trying to downplay the situation at hand, which was a mild attempt. It was an attempt nonetheless and he had to give you some points for that, especially for handling getting spiked as a girl that way.

He chuckled at your words once again, a small smirk tugging at his lips as he shook his head. Despite how messed up you were, you were still trying to downplay the situation. "Yeah, he did. Dumbfuck probably didn't expect you to be still alive to tell the tale.."

You threw your head back, letting out another hearty laugh at his words. You leaned in slightly after laughing, whispering as if you were sharing some secrets and making fun of someone behind their backs and not talking about basically escaping a situation that could've ended so differently for you if Rafe hadn't found you. "Yeah, what a dumbass right? Men these days don't even know how to drug a girl properly.."

He couldn't help but mirror your laughter, his eyes locking with yours as you leaned in to whisper, a hint of amusement flashing in his expression. "Yeah, for real. These dumbass punks don't know what they're doing. Good thing you've got me around, huh dolly? I saved your dumb ass." he teased, his smirk widening as he spoke

You continued to snort and giggle weakly as you watched him tease you, your hands squeezing his biceps as you held onto him, neither having moved from your spot in the entrance of the bathroom "I could've been dead.. " you mumbled breathlessly, gesturing to your baby blue minidress before adding "Imagine this slutty outfit was the one I'd be wearing while dying in a ditch.." you grabbed onto him, swaying on your feet gently as you laughed.

He couldn't help the smirk that formed as he watched you laugh and sway on your feet, his grip on your body tightening to keep you upright and steady, although it made no difference. He shook his head slightly, still holding you in front of him.

"That would've been a real waste, huh? You look too good in this to be rotting in a ditch somewhere, dolly." he said, his tone teasing yet somewhat playful.

"Aw shucks, Rafey.. you have such a way with words.." you teased sardonically, shaking your head in mock flusteredness.

He chuckled, rolling his eyes at your statement. "Don't 'Rafey' me, dolly. I'm being serious. You look good tonight. As good as someone who just threw up in my goddamn toilet can, that is." he replied, his smirk transforming into a teasing grin.

"You'd prefer Raphael, then?" you asked, grinning mischievously, knowing his dislike for his full first name.

He grimaced, an almost disgusted expression on his face as he groaned at the sound of his full first name.

"Jesus, don't call me that, dolly. I'll throw you back into the damn toilet.." he replied, his grip on you tightening slightly as he tried to suppress a smirk, failing miserably.

"It makes you sound like a saint.." you whispered, chuckling as you mirrored his smirk and gave his biceps another squeeze.

He let out an amused huff, one eyebrow raising at your observation. "Yeah, right. Saint Raphael. Don't know if that's exactly the right title for me." he chuckled, his eyes studying your expression for a few seconds, a sense of playful teasing in his gaze.

"Well.. you call me 'angel' sometimes.." you shrugged "We can match.." you spoke casually, slinging one arm over his shoulder as you started walking towards the bed, finally moving from the spot in the bathroom.

He chuckled again, his grip on you firm and secure as he followed your lead, moving toward the bed in sync with you. "Yeah, angel. 'Cause you sometimes look like one, when you're not being a brat. It suits you." he said, a smirk playing at his lips, as he supported you through the short distance from the bathroom to the bed.

"I prefer 'dolly' over 'angel'.." you stated quietly, tilting your head to the side as you reached the bed finally.

He chuckled softly, a smirk playing at his lips as he helped you sit down on the bed, his expression gentle, almost fond as he studied your face.

"Yeah, I know you do dolly." He said softly, sitting down next to you on the edge of the bed, his hand now placed firmly on your thigh, rubbing soothing circles on your bare skin.

"No, you don't. Because you barely know me.." you grinned genuinely, leaning in mischievously as you whispered, your eyes roaming over his features in the dim lit room, the only source of lighting being the light that was still left on in the bathroom connected with the bedroom.

He let out a small huff as you inched closer, his grip on your thigh still firm, almost possessive. He chuckled as you whispered, his gaze never leaving yours, his smirk widening at your words.

"Yeah, i don't really know you.." he muttered, his gaze now roaming your features as well, taking in your disheveled state.

You also let out a soft exhale, your grin melting away into a new expression, one less amused and more filled with awe. The silence and intimacy was tugging at your still sensitive stomach, eyes still roaming over his face but trying to avoid his lips at all costs. God, what the hell were you doing tonight?

He could practically feel your gaze roaming his features, his fingers continuing to move gently over the skin of your thigh, almost absentmindedly. He could feel the shift in the atmosphere around you, his gaze still locked with yours as he watched you intently. He'd be lying to himself if he didn't say he wasn't mesmerized by the way your gaze wandered, almost as if you were trying to commit his features to memory.

You cleared your throat looking away for a split second and muttering almost inaudibly "I need something to sleep in.." which he didn't really register for the first few moments, too focused on your face.

He snapped out of his thoughts, his gaze flickering over your features once more before focusing on what you said.

"Yeah, right. You can borrow something from me." he replied, his grip on your thigh finally loosening as he stood up, striding over to his dresser.

He pulled the handle open, searching through the numerous shirts, sweatshirts and sweaters he had, before selecting a random navy hoodie and bringing it back over to you, shoving it in your arms. "That should work, right?" he asked, an eyebrow raised, while he once again plopped down on the bed beside you, his presence so close for no apparent reason, but you found yourself not minding it.

You raised an eyebrow at him handing you the singular hoodie, looking from his face to the article of clothing "Yeah, when i leave tomorrow morning, maybe.. Not to sleep in. Gimme a shirt.."

He huffed, running his hand through his hair, looking mildly annoyed at your demand.

"Damn, you sure are needy tonight, huh dolly?" he grumbled, standing up once again and going back to the dresser, returning soon, a crumpled white shirt in his hand.

You let out a snort at the sight of the crumpled, clearly worn t-shirt. Guys. Giving you an article of clothing that they already wore.. you rolled your eyes internally "Wow, hospitality on point.. Shirt's crumpled and worn.." you teased sarcastically, smirking up at him "But y'know what..? I'll just take it.." you muttered snatching it from his hand.

He huffed, his expression almost amused as he watched you snatch the shirt from his hand.

"Don't whine about it, dolly. Take what you can get. You're lucky I'm even letting you borrow anything of mine at all." he replied, his tone still teasing as he sat back down on the bed.

You raised your brows as he sat next to you casually, eyes widening as if expecting him to do something. Like not sit down and give you some privacy as you changed. Even though he had seen you naked before, and had been inside you two times. "Uhm... Privacy much?" you asked, tilting your head to the side.

He rolled his eyes at your question, a smirk tugging at his lips once again. "Oh come on, dolly. I've seen it all before, remember? Why do you need privacy now?" he retorted, his gaze locked with yours, a hint of mischief glinting in his eyes.

You scoffed in mock disbelief, rolling your eyes too. "It's about the principle, dumbass.." you narrowed your eyes, standing up slowly. "But fine.." you shrugged, your hand reaching up behind you to zip down the zipper of your mini dress halfway, sliding down the straps and letting it fall to the floor. Leaving you in your white lacy bra and underwear. All of that while holding eye contact smugly.

As the dress hit the floor, the smirk on his face faded almost instantly, his gaze flicking from your face to your now almost completely exposed body. His eyes roamed your form. It was almost like he couldn't tear his gaze away, his expression a mix of awe and desire as he watched you with darkening eyes. He cleared his throat, his gaze reluctantly meeting yours again, his words coming out in a low, almost strained tone. "Jesus, dolly.."

You relished in the way you provoked him, your smugness growing as you made a show of reaching for the white shirt he brought you to wear to sleep in. "Told you to turn around and give me privacy.." you shrugged, pulling the article of clothing over your head and tucking your hair out from under the neckline.

He let out a huff, clearly annoyed at the fact that you successfully managed to tease him, his gaze still fixed on your form as you pulled the shirt over your head. Despite his feigned annoyance, his expression showed a hint of arousal, his eyes roaming over your figure once again, the sight of you in his clothes sending a jolt of desire through him.

He leaned back into the bed, propping himself up on his elbows as he looked you up and down, his gaze now fixed on your legs. He watched as you stood there, fidgeting with the hem of the shirt, the sight of you in his clothes stirring something in him he couldn't quite resist. His voice was a little hoarse as he spoke, his eyes still fixed on you.

"You looked good in that dress, dolly.. You look even better in my shirt."

"Well your shirt is smelly.." you teased, narrowing your eyes down at him, smirking mockingly.

He chuckled, rolling his eyes at your comment.

"Smelly, huh? Thanks, dolly. Nice to know you like the way I smell.." he replied mockingly, his gaze still roaming your form, his eyes drinking in the sight of you in his shirt, the way the fabric clung to your body.

You pinched the neckline, bringing it up to your nose to take a small sniff. Your comment about the shirt being smelly was supposed to just be mocking, but you realized it actually smelled... nice, for being already worn. Expensive cologne, a bit of sweat and maybe cigarette smoke. Actually, a very nice and quite hot combination. "Hmm.. I've smelled better.." you shrugged, looking back at him lounging on the bed, supporting his weight on his elbows casually.

He rolled his eyes, a smirk tugging at his lips as he watched your gesture, the way you seemed to subtly inhale the scent of his shirt.

"Oh come on, dolly. Don't tell me you were just smelling my shirt like a creep." he teased, his gaze still fixed on you as he continued to lounge on the bed, his expression growing more and more cocky.

You raised your brows, "And you still have my ripped pair of underwear, we're kinda tied on the title of who's the creepiest, here.." you teased, smirking down at him.

He let out a scoff, his expression going from smug to mock annoyance at the mention of your torn underwear.

"Oh yeah, I forgot about that.."

He smirked slyly, his expression now playful.

"They're in my drawer, if you ever want them back."

"Oh my god, i can't believe you still have them.." you muttered shaking your head in mock disappointment, stepping closer to his knees at the edge of the bed, where he was manspreading while leaning back on his elbows.

He chuckled, watching you step closer to him, his expression still smug, a hint of mischief in his eyes.

"Of course I do. I like to keep my souvenirs, dolly." he said, his gaze fixed on your face, his knees brushing against your thighs.

You nodded knowingly, poking the inside of your cheek with the tip of your tongue as if thinking over something. Your options tonight were: 1. go to sleep and sober up normally (in the same bed with Rafe) or 2. sleep with the guy your friends hated, manspreading in front of you. Which you found so very hot. Especially while being still a little tipsy and out of it. And in theory, both options were the same, including you sleeping with Rafe in the same bed, one just included... Sex.

If you were to die tonight, you'd definitely go to hell for the one you picked. You and Rafe could keep sleeping together a secret, right? Right? You were sure it was gonna be fine (not really, but you like to make bad decisions.) You continued to look down at him, stretching out the tension a little more before doing the thing both of you wanted.

He could sense the tension between you, his gaze darkened as you continued to look down at him, his lips slightly parting as he waited for you to make a move, any move. His breathing was heavy and labored, his hand twitching in an attempt not to reach out and touch you. His lips curled up into a sly smirk, the sound of your breathing filling the silence in the hot summer night.

Fuck it. The pogues shouldn't stand in the way of getting good dick from a bad man. You can feel guilty about it tomorrow when you sobered up. Right now you could sleep with Rafe again and blame it on the drugs and vodka in the morning. You hastily climbed onto his lap, knees bracketing his waist as you cupped his face and peppered it with small, rushed kisses. "Guess you really got lucky, huh? That dumbfuck spiked me and you get to score.." you mumbled between each contact of your lips on his face, your words cynical and amused.

He chuckled, his hands instinctively gripping your thighs as you straddled him, his heart thrumming in his chest as he felt your lips brush against his face. He could feel your breath on his skin, the warmth of your body through the thin fabric of the shirt you wore, his eyes darkening with desire. His hands skimmed up your thighs, coming to rest on your waist, his thumbs pressing against your hip bones as he let out a soft groan at your words.

"Yeah, I guess I did.." he replied, his gaze fixed on yours, his expression a mix of cocky and teasing. At this moment, he knew he still had you in the palm of his hand. Despite your attitude, your arrogance and your sharp tongue. He knew you liked him, maybe against your own will. But you were still here, sitting in his lap, kissing him like only a girl who was madly into him would.

Your lips finally found his after kissing around his mouth, your kiss heated and even more rushed, doing what your drunk brain had wanted to do all night since he sat down on the curb with you.

He let out a low, almost guttural groan as your lips met his, his arms snaking around your waist, holding you tighter as he deepened the kiss, his tongue grazing against your bottom lip in a silent request for entrance. His chest pressed against yours, your heartbeats quick and in sync, his hands now roaming up your back underneath the shirt you were wearing. His shirt.

He fell flat on his back when wrapped his arms around your waist losing the support his elbows were offering. That didn't stop either of your kissing, your hands still cupping his face as you hovered above him, kissing him almost desperately.

He made no attempt at changing the position when he fell back, if anything, he relished in it. The feeling of you on top of him, the way you pressed yourself into him, your hands gripped his face as if you needed it to hold you upright, the kiss getting more feverish. He could feel your desperation in your kisses, in the way your hands held his face, his hands squeezing your hips and thighs in an attempt to get you closer.

He groaned into the kiss, his hands wandering over your thighs, up to your waist and back down again, tugging on your hips. His mouth moved against yours hungrily, his tongue exploring every inch, tasting every corner of you, his fingers digging into your skin almost painfully as he tried to hold himself back from being too needy.

The kiss was sloppy and uncoordinated but neither of you seemed to care, your messy hair which was draped down, grazing his face as you squirmed slightly atop of him. In some way being here, away from your mother, or the jealousy you felt when you saw JJ with Kie felt like something you shouldn't regret, despite doing so. Being here in his room, at almost 3 and a half in the morning, while no one knew about it felt better than any line of coke you snorted of blunt you smoked. And you weren't sure if you were supposed to like it as much.

He knew he shouldn't be doing this, he knew it was wrong on so many levels. But the way your body felt against his was like a drug on its own, addicting and mind-numbing. He wasn't thinking clearly, not that Rafe ever really did, but now he wasn't thinking at all. All of his thoughts were replaced with the feeling of your body on his, your taste on his tongue, the sound of your heavy breathing, echoing in his ears. He let out a soft groan, breaking the kiss only to mutter against your lips in a ragged tone.

"You should be getting sleep, dolly.." He said, his voice betraying his words, his lips already moving to your jawline, trailing little kisses from your chin to your ear, before grazing your earlobe with his teeth gently.

You hummed, your hands sliding into his hair as he trailed messy kisses up to your ear, tilting your head to the side "Yeah.. i should just go to sleep, right?" you mumbled breathlessly.

He nodded, his lips finding your neck now. He left a trail of wet, hungry kisses along the soft skin, pausing briefly by your pulse. "Yeah.. That would be the smart thing to do." He said against your skin, his voice lower than before, his teeth nibbling your skin just slightly, just to be a tease.

Your breathing continued to grow more ragged as he nibbled on the skin under your jaw, shifting on top of him slightly as you suppressed a small moan, "I'm gonna go to sleep, then.." you nodded too, scraping your nails against his scalp gently.

He chuckled at your words, his breath hot against your skin, continuing to kiss and nibble and suck on your neck. "Okay, dolly." He replied, his tone mocking, but his actions saying the complete opposite. His fingers skimmed up your bare thighs as if just now realizing that you were only wearing a shirt and underwear. "Then why don't you get off my lap?"

"Uh... cause I'm drunk and you're taking advantage of me..?" you joked dryly, your brain torn between focusing on his kisses and the conversation.

He paused, a smirk tugging on his lips as he continued to trail kisses along the column of your neck. "Yeah... That's right.." he said, his words a little muffled against your skin, his hand giving your thigh a soft squeeze "You're drunk, and I'm taking advantage of the situation... I'm such a bad guy, huh..?” he teased, his words a little slurred, his mind clouded by the desire you've ignited.

You hummed, sighing under the attention he was giving your body "Yes.. you're such a bad guy, Rafe.. A bad, bad guy.. The worst guy out of them all. Very horrible too.." you rambled under your breath.

He chuckled again, his fingers digging into your thighs as his lips pressed more kisses on your neck and collarbone, leaving goosebumps on your skin. "Damn right I am, dolly. The worst you'll ever come across.. terrible, even.. Horrible, you said?" He mumbled against your skin, his voice a little hoarse and rough.

You nodded, finally letting out a small moan when his teeth grazed a sensitive spot on your neck before speaking shakily "Yes horrible.. even awful if you might.."

He smirked again, nipping the sensitive spot on your neck again, his lips lingering there almost like teasing, but also as if to soothe it. "Mmm.. awful, huh? I'm terrible and awful.." he repeated, his words spoken against your skin, his grip on your thighs still firm, his fingertips now brushing over the expanse of your skin. His head was spinning, his mind clouded and fuzzy, the only thing he could focus on was you in his lap, and how hard he was getting from that.

"Dreadful and horrific... Appalling too.." you breathed out, barely even registering what you were saying, your hands sliding back down to cup his face as he continued to kiss your neck.

He chuckled again, his mouth hot and wet as he sucked on your skin, "That's right.. dreadful, horrible, appalling..." he mumbled, his mouth moving to the other side of your neck as his chest pressed against yours, his hands skimming over your bare thighs, the thin fabric of the shirt you were wearing shifting with every move. His lips now on your collarbone, nipping at the skin and sucking it until he was sure he'd leave a mark. He wanted to mark you. Everywhere he could. Rafe was a big, big fan of hickeys, you realized after sleeping with him two times.

"God, you're such a bad influence on me.." you hummed, your brain feeling fuzzy and light, your eyes closed as you focused on the feeling of him on your skin, how your neck felt hot almost burning under his touch, his mouth and his teeth and the way he sucked on your skin, just on the edge of feeling like too much, but also nowhere near enough given you were both still clothed, you more or less.

His head was spinning too, drunk on the smell of your skin, the taste of your skin, the sounds you were making, so close to his ear. He wanted to eat you whole, completely devour you. His teeth grazed your collarbones, nipping slightly harder at the sensitive skin. He wanted to leave love bites everywhere, mark you as his. His hands gripped your thighs desperately, his fingers dipping beneath the fabric of his shirt, brushing against your skin, the need for contact and skin on skin nearly driving him insane.

A quiet hum escaped your lips, your brain growing tired and fuzzy from the sensation of his mouth n your skin.

His lips left a path of wet kisses up your jaw until he reached your ear. His voice was hoarse and his breathing ragged.

"God, you're such a bad influence on me, too, dolly..." He almost growled against your ear, his teeth grazing your earlobe as his hands roamed your body, grabbing and grabbing, just trying to get you as close to him- closer.

"How?" you pretended to sound as annoyed as much as you could, squirming on top of him and carding your fingers through his hair.

He groaned at your touch, his body arching up into your hands as much as he could, trying to find friction from your body, any sort he could. He let out a frustrated hiss, as if annoyed with how much clothes there was still between you two. "You make me act like an animal. You'd think I'd never seen a girl before." he muttered into your earlobe, his breath hot and his words hoarse.

"You have?" you asked teasingly, smirking against his skin at his words.

His response was another gruff groan, his hands gripping your thighs almost painfully, his hips bucking up against yours, a desperate moan catching in his throat, "Yeah. Yeah, I have. But none are like you." he said against your ear, his words almost slurring as he spoke, the need and desire for you almost driving him insane.

Your face scrunched up momentarily as your core brushed against his belt buckle through your underwear. You buried your face into his neck, just letting it rest there as if hiding it and successfully muffling your words "That's cute.. I told you, you should just admit you're obsessed with me.."

He let out another low moan at the feeling of your body brushing against his buckle, his head tilting back instinctively to give you more access to his neck, his hands now roaming lower, squeezing your ass as he groaned at your words, "Yeah, yeah I am... I'm obsessed and I'm terrible and you're terrible, too- you're a terrible influence on me..." he mumbled into your hair, his hips bucking up once again, as he groaned once more, this one more needy.

You felt his hips buck up against you again, you couldn't suppress the small moan that escaped you this time, your cheeks heating up in embarrassment at the sound, your face still buried in Rafe's neck as if you were trying to hide. "I know I am.." you hum in agreement, nipping at the skin of his neck, your words coming out half-mumbled as your brain started to focus on something else other than the conversation with each passing second.

His head was spinning now, his only focus the feeling of your mouth on his neck. He was getting dizzy, almost drunk even, your lips leaving more love bites on his skin, his hands roaming over your body, trying to find more skin to touch, desperate and needy. "Yeah, yeah..." he mumbled, his words slurred, no longer having any control over what he was saying, "I know you are. I hate you..."

You hummed in response, one of your hands snaking under your own body to his belt buckle to try and undo it with one hand and while also laying on top of him. "Oh Rafe, i hate you too.. More than i hate anyone.."

He groaned, low and needy, his hips bucking up into your hand as you fumbled with his belt buckle, still leaving small love bites against his neck. "Yeah? How much do you hate me- oh, keep doing that- how much do you hate me, dolly, huh?" he mumbled, the words muffled by your hair.

The pull of desire coiled tightly in your gut at his sounds, your fingers working hastily to undo the belt while mouthing at his neck "Uh.. very much. You're mean to my friends and me and you're just-.." you cut yourself off momentarily, sighing as you couldn't seem to succeed in your task "You're such a horrible guy, i told you before.." you finished your sentence, not even paying attention to the words leaving your lips anymore.

His breath caught in his chest at the words coming from your mouth, his eyes rolling back at the feeling of your mouth on his neck and your hand still on his buckle, struggling to undo it in your rush, "God, you're so goddamn annoying, too.. So stubborn.. and stupid.. and- ah, come on just get on with it.." he mumbled, his hips bucking up into your hand involuntarily, his jeans starting to get uncomfortably tight.

Your frustrations matched his as your fingers kept fumbling with the belt, his words only adding to it. You groaned against his skin, your teeth scraping against his skin in a moment of frustration, "You're annoying too, you know. And stubborn and- and.. mean.. I'm trying.." you mumbled against his skin, finally managing to undo the damn belt.

He groaned, tilting his head back, exposing more of his neck to you, "Yeah, that's right, say all those bad things about me, dolly.. God, you make me crazy..." He was babbling now, a little desperate as his breathing picked up pace, his own fingers reaching to help you with the zipper of the jeans, the tight fabric starting to become unbearable. "I know, I know, just- don't stop.."

Your words seemed to have an effect on him, a low moan escaping his lips and the way his jeans felt almost painfully tight. Your fingers had become more desperate, fumbling and tugging at his jeans until, finally, you got the button undone. You mumbled something incoherent as your palm cupped his bulge through the fabric of the jeans, your mind too hazy with need to form complete sentences, just letting moans and needy whines escape your lips as you palmed him, slowly, teasingly. "You're.. horrible.."

His mind was clouding quickly, the only thing he could focus on the feeling of your hand on his clothed, achingly hard cock. You felt every pulse and twitch through the thin fabric, the sound of his low moans filling your ears. "Yeah? I'm horrible, dolly? You- you really think that? You really hate me?" His fingers gripped your thighs, his eyes half-lidded, trying to look into your eyes, his breathing ragged and strained as you continue to tease him. He was desperate and needy and he hated it. "Just- Ah, stop teasin' me, dolly... Just- let me have you.. just- just let me feel you..."

The only thing you could muster for a few good moments was a hum, your teeth digging into your bottom lip in concentration as you climbed off his lap to slip your underwear off and throw it somewhere behind you on the floor, the undergarment joining your dress and heels there. You didn't bother with the t-shirt you were wearing just like he didn't, climbing back on his lap again to straddle him. You tugged his pants and boxers down clumsily as you finally let his cock free, hovering over him. "Yes, i told you.. I think you're awful and uh.. Frightful?" you rambled, one of your hands planted on his chest for support as he laid flat on the bed under you, the other teasing your entrance with the tips of his cock.

He was breathing hard, his chest was rising up and down rapidly as he watched you, trying to take you in, his eyes roaming over your body, trying to memorize every part of you. The sight was so arousing, he was almost shaking with need, "Yeah? And you're a terrible, awful girl, dolly..." he mumbled, his words slurring together as his hands gripped your thighs again, his fingers digging into your skin, "You're making me feel some... some- God, I don't even know.."

He groaned softly as you slowly lowered yourself on him, his hand finding it's way to your waist, gently guiding you down on his lap, your breathing coming out quick and ragged as you finally took him in. "Ahh.. Yeah- yeah you're.. you're just- you're a really awful person.. just the worst.." he mumbled, his head falling back against the bed.

Your breath almost caught in your throat, letting out a low, sweet moan as you finally lowered down, the feeling of being stretched out almost too overwhelming for a split second. "No, i think you're worse.." you argued weakly although neither of you knew what you were babbling about anymore.

He didn't argue back for a few good moments, biting his lip hard to stop himself from letting out an embarrassing sound, his hips bucking up once again, trying to get you closer to him, just wanting to be closer than possible. He was losing his mind. "No.. you're worse.." he responded, his words barely even making sense, his brain clouded by his need for you. He knew you were both stupid, awful, terrible people at that moment, but he didn't want to admit it. You both were a bad influence on each other. Albeit for two different reasons.

You shook your head, lowering and raising your hips to meet his movements, hands planted on his chest for support, forcing him to lay down completely flat under you at the same time. You wanted to continue the mindless conversation but your words melted into moans and lustful sighs witch each and every thrust, eyes fluttering closed.

His eyes shut close as you leaned over, his hands gripping your waist tightly, his fingers digging into your skin so hard you were sure you'd have little moon shaped marks imprinted on the inside of your hips tomorrow. His breathing was ragged, a moan getting caught in the back of his throat, almost as if he was fighting it, trying to stay quiet. "But-ah.. but you're- you're worse.. You- you make me act so-so.. awful.." he mumbled, his teeth biting his lip to hold it in.

"And.. and I'm basically a traitor to my friends for sleeping with you for the 3rd time.. I think you're worse.." you argued out, words shaky with pure pleasure as his nails dug into your hips, guiding you up and down or back and forth.

He felt you clench around him and he bit his lip to hold back a moan, his mind clouding even more, the words leaving his mouth becoming mindless and incoherent, "God- you're- you're just.. You just... you just have such.. such an effect on me, it-it's- it's not fair... I'm-" he was struggling to speak now, his body shaking involuntarily as his mind went blank, he couldn't even remember what you were talking about anymore. He hated you, he hated that you had this effect on him, the way you made his body go weak and needy and desperate.

One of your hands scrambled up to cover his mouth, stopping him from rambling, hips picking up your pace as you chased your orgasm. Your thighs were straining slightly as you rode him in a sloppy manner, moans leaving your parted lips in strings. "Just ah-.. stop talking... Oh fuck, that's so good.." you mumbled the last part under your breath, head lolling back as he hit that special spot deep inside you, almost causing you to tear up from the intense pleasure.

His breath hitched in his chest, his back arching off of the bed as he bit into your palm involuntarily, not enough to hurt but just to get back at you, for putting an end to his senseless babble, and to also hold back the embarrassingly loud string of curses and moans trying to escape his lips. His fingers pressed into your hips as he helped your movements, trying to regain some control, but even he knew there was no use, trying to dominate the situation when you've already got him pinned under you. He hated it. He hated how much he liked this. How much he loved seeing you above him, riding him mindlessly like there was no tomorrow.

Your brows furrowed and you couldn't tell if it was from the unbearable pleasure or confusion from him biting into your palm. Your palm retracted itself from his mouth, gently slapping the side of his face in a small warning as you tried to speak between moans and whimpers "Did you just bite me..?" you asked under your breath.

His only response was a small, barely audible whine as a way of apology, knowing he was wrong. His brain was too clouded to think, the only thing he could focus on was the feeling of you riding him, so he didn't say anything, trying to stay as quiet as possible as he gripped your hips and forced you down harsher, the sounds of your moans filling his ears, driving him completely insane. He looked up at you, his eyes half-lidded, his lower lip caught between his teeth again as if he was trying to keep himself from saying anything stupid.

Your hand grabbed his jaw almost forcefully, shaking his head gently while you increased the pace, the other hand still planted on his chest for support. You wanted to say something else, maybe pretend to be mad but you were too lost in the feeling of him grazing deep inside of you with every thrust.

He groaned, his head falling back against the bed, his eyes shutting close briefly, before opening them again, staring up at you as if completely entranced, his words coming out between ragged breaths and grunts, "Doll- you make me crazy.. I'm just- just.." He couldn't form a coherent sentence, his mind going more and more blank as he lost himself completely in the feeling of you, your warmth and your body, the way you were grinding on him in such an obscene manner.

"Rafe I'm about to-.." you whispered almost completely inaudible, your thighs spasming around his waist as you felt the building pleasure finally snap without a warning, the hand on his jaw moving to fist his shirt as you leaned forward a little. Your eyes pricked with small tears, mouth parting in a silent moan and eyes squeezed shut.

Every muscle in his body tense and flexed as he watched you. He could hear himself making some sound, but he couldn't even register what it was, his mind so blank he didn't even know what day it was or what month it was. His nails bit onto your hip, his hand moving to your lower back as he kept your body close to him, his words coming out without a single thought. "God- doll- come here- look at me-"

You leaned down slightly, your head hanging low above him as his fingers tangled in your hair, guiding you closer. His gaze was filled with desire and maybe something else too, something you wouldn't even dare to think about in your hazy state, his eyes searching your face for something. The eye contact was intense, and you found yourself getting lost in the deep, blue sea of his eyes, your brain and body buzzing from the orgasmic high and the intense eye contact.

He was completely lost in you and to the feelings both physical and emotional. The way you looked down at him, so beautiful and wrecked, but still just as fierce and intense as usual, he couldn't take his eyes away even if he wanted to. He felt like someone had turned his insides upside down.

He continued to thrust up into you a few more times before following suit and finishing too, your hands braced on either sides of his head as you both rode out the waves of the high selfishly, the small tears in the corner of your eyes finally sliding down your cheeks and messing up your already messed up makeup even more.

His eyes shut close involuntarily as he finally came, the sounds of him groaning and moaning filling your ears, his body spasming, his fingers digging into your skin so hard there were sure to be little crescent moon shaped marks scattered over your skin tomorrow morning. He kept you close as his chest rose and fell rapidly, the both of you trying to steady your breathing, the tears on your cheeks finally getting to him, his hand moving to caress your cheek gently, stroking the little tear tracks away with his thumb as he looked up at you again silently.

His thumb lingered on your cheek, his eyes roaming over your face, trying to memorize the way you looked. You were breathtaking, no matter what, but now, with the tears and the messed up hair and makeup and wearing his shirt, you looked so damn good he wanted to die right then and there. His fingers were gentle, his touch was almost soft - as soft as the words he mumbled, "You're just so- so-" He didn't even know what to say, his words getting caught in the back of his throat, all he knew is that he didn't have any control over himself around you.

"Awful?" you asked softly, collapsing on his chest, face smushing in his shirt gently. Your breathing was so erratic, and you were sure you saw God for a second there when you came. "Horrible? for betraying my friends for the 3rd time?"

He let out a quiet, defeated chuckle, his arm wrapping around you, pulling you closer against him as if trying to get you even more impossibly close. "Yeah, that's right. That's what I was gonna say." He responded, his voice barely above a whisper, feeling your cheek pressed against his chest and your hair tickling his neck. "Although, I believe I used those words for a different reason earlier." He added, his fingers gently skimming your back.

"Yeah, foreplay.." you mumbled, your words and weak chuckle muffled by the fabric of his black polo shirt.

He couldn't help but chuckle too, his brain still slightly fuzzy from everything that just happened, but he could still recognize the humor in your comment.

"Yeah, that too." He mumbled back, his hand continuing gentle pats on your back, pausing momentarily, before speaking again, his tone shifting to a more low and serious one.

"How bad of a person am I for being okay with you betraying your best friends for me, huh?"

"Not for you... with you. And on a scale of one to ten, maybe a strong eleven.." you continued to mumble lazily, not really particularly guilty at the moment.

He chuckled softly again, his hand moving from your back to your hair, playing with it mindlessly. "An eleven, hmm?" He repeated, his voice soft and quiet, as he looked down at you, "Damn.."

A/N: This fic is so funny to me because 1. it's supposed to be a JJ centric and 2. In this flashback they had been been sleeping with each other for 1 week, or 3 times. And THAT'S how they act. They continue to do that for 4 more months also, pretending like what they're doing is casual and not the definition of a relationship. Anyway i live for whipped Rafe❤️ next chapter is probably gonna be another flashback!

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[twee-tuu]

He a freak!!!! (not in the good way)

Without text + doodle👇

[fatedroses]

The Storm Arrives

[freedomfireflies]

Our Place*

Summary: An extra for 404*

The one where Harry invites you back to his apartment for the first time and it doesn't go as planned.

Word Count: 1.7k

Content Warning: 18+, smut, breeding kink, angst (happy ending), use of a safe word

Harry’s apartment is nicer than you expected. 

The furniture is cozy, the décor is unique, and his bedroom is well kept. He even has fresh flowers on his kitchen table. 

It surprised you, even though it shouldn’t. Harry doesn’t seem like a dirty guy, but truthfully, you were still shocked to find he had both sheets on his bed and no clothes on the ground.

You take in the tiny details of his life as he kisses down your neck and slips his fingers into your jeans. He’d wrangled you onto the bed only seconds after you walked through the door. He didn’t want to give you a tour of the whole apartment. Just the bedroom. Which you were more than all right with. 

He’s oddly desperate, given the circumstances. Maybe he always is, but tonight feels different. Tonight feels…hopeful.

“Shit, Tink,” he groans into your ear when he feels how wet you’ve become. “S’this just because you rode my bike?”

You gently swat the back of his head. “Stop it.”

“What?” He noses under your jaw. “Felt you squirming back there, Princess. Did you really think I wouldn’t notice how you were trying to get yourself off to the vibrations?”

You wince. You didn’t even realize you’d been doing it. “I was not, I was just…the adrenaline was a lot—”

“Uh-huh.” He laughs and something about it sounds like honey. “S’fine, baby. You know I don’t mind.”

“Well…I wasn’t—”

“Sure. Can I fuck you now?”

You huff. “That’s why I’m here.”

He rips your jeans down your legs, tossing them over his shoulder and somewhere onto the floor. The warm air feels good and it’s then that you realize he’s right. You’re soaked, all the way through your panties.

But instead of taunting you further, he only tugs them aside and pulls his cock out. 

“I think…” he murmurs as he lines himself up, “…it’s high time I got you pregnant.”

Your mouth falls open in a moan as he drops a glob of spit onto your clit and pushes in.  

You’ve noticed that his breeding kink makes an appearance more often than not these days. Which you aren’t exactly complaining about. After all, you have one, too. Mostly thanks to him.

But it surprises you all the same as he starts to work himself in and out of your tight cunt, whispering the filthiest promises. 

“Think I won’t do it, hm? I will. Swell this pretty belly with my cum. S’what it was made for, wasn’t it? To take me. Have my babies. Gonna stretch you so pretty…get your tits leaking. You’ll let me have a taste, won’t you, Princess?”

You try to respond but how can you? You feel as though you’ve been fucked dumb. Unable to hear anything past the pounding of blood in your ears.

His glasses start to slip down his nose. He almost always takes them off—they’re mostly for reading anyway. But you like the look of them. Like how studious it makes him seem...how scandalous.

So, you nudge them back up. Desperate to see him exactly the way he always is.

He smirks. “You all right there, Tink?”

You nod weakly. “Yes…yeah. M’fine.”

“Thinking about what I said?” He kisses down your chest. “Thinking about calling me Daddy for real? Having our babies?"

Our. A word you didn’t think belonged to you. Because Harry doesn’t belong to you. And you don’t belong to him. You’re two separate people. Even when you fuck, he’s in his world and you’re in yours. You weren’t meant to be an “our.”

You chalk this up to a slip of the tongue. Something you say when you're threatening to breed someone. And you choose not to give it any power. Because you know what happens if you do.

The fucking gets harder. Faster. He’s chasing a high. In fact, he's been chasing it since earlier in the bar when he saw you with another man. And you know he’s trying to hold off for you, but he wants to cum. He wants to paint your belly with his seed and fuck it back in. Wants to make good on his word even if he shouldn’t.

Your nails scratch down his back, damp and covered in sweat. But his muscles feel good in your hands and you whimper as you hike a leg over his hip and bury him in your pussy.

In your lust-filled haze, your attention drifts. Head rolling to the side as you focus on the soft grunts in your ear. 

But then, your eyes find something on his dresser.

Your heart stops.

In fact, everything stops. Your breathing, your noises, your gentle rolls to meet his thrusts.

It all stops. And you whisper, “Red.”

He quickly falls still. A rather impressive feat given how anxious he is to find release. From 100 to 0 in only seconds, and you almost feel guilty as you sense him glance at you.

“What’s wrong?” he asks through labored inhales. “What…what happened, what do you want me to do?”

But you don’t look back. You keep your focus on the piece of furniture in the corner of his room and you will yourself not to cry.

Eventually, he looks, too. And when he realizes, the air in the room shifts.

He lets out a soft sigh and drops his hand to your hip. Squeezing it once. “Tink…”

You say nothing. Tears are pooling behind your lashes and your chest feels tight. 

“Tink,” he tries again, firm. His grip tightens on your waist. “Tinkerbell—"

“She’s beautiful,” you breathe. You take in a soft gasp. “Oh, my god, Harry, she’s…she’s so beautiful.”

He’s quiet for only a moment. “Yeah. She was,” he agrees gently.

You can’t take your eyes away from the picture frame. The guilt is so much worse now than it was before. Your heart is in your throat, in your ears, lying on the floor next to your jeans. 

You shouldn’t be here. You shouldn’t be here. In his bed—their bed—fucking the man she died loving. While he promises to get you pregnant and give you his babies.

And how is he so calm? How the fuck is he looking at her picture while still inside of you instead of screaming at you to leave his apartment? How can he be okay with cheating on her with you?

“Princess,” he says again, and grabs onto your jaw to force your focus back to him. “Talk to me, what do you want me to do?”

Your lashes flutter. “What?”

“You said red,” he reminds you. “Which means we stop. But I need to know if you’re in pain or if I can pull out?”

It takes a moment for you to blink the fog from your mind and understand. But when you do, your stomach wrenches. “I…wait, shit, I…I want you to finish, I just…I saw her photo, and—”

“I know,” he interrupts softly. He gives you a gentle smile. “Yeah, I know. I’ve been there. But red means stop. And we’re gonna honor that. No matter why you said it.”

You whimper. “Harry, wait—”

“I’m gonna pull out,” he says, ignoring your plea. “And then we’re gonna talk—”

“Harry…Harry come on, you can’t—”

But he does. Even though he winces as slips himself out, teeth gritting together to keep from coming. 

But once he’s out, he delicately closes your legs, and sits beside you. “Okay,” he begins. He keeps your eyes on him. “What’s going on up there?” 

He nods at your forehead and you want to cry. “Nothing, I just…I…”

“You’ve never seen her before.”

You shake your head. “I don’t think so.”

“And you weren’t expecting to see her now,” he says for you. “Especially when we were fucking.”

You sniffle. “It felt like we were cheating. Like I was helping you hurt her. And then…and then I got worried that maybe you only brought me back here so you could pretend I was her. You know? With all the stuff about…about babies…and us, and…and—”

“Okay, breathe,” he instructs. He cups your cheek and presses his thumb to your trembling lips. “Breathe, Tink. Slow.”

Forced to obey, you suck in shallow gasps for air until your heart rate slows and your head doesn’t feel so dizzy.

Pleased, he says, “I know you’re not her, Tink. I don’t want you to be.”

Your expression softens.

“I brought you here because you’re the only person I want to see in the place she once lived,” he continues. His voice is strong. Steady. Like he’s given this far more thought than you anticipated. “After she died, I left it the same. I didn’t touch anything. Not the furniture she picked out. Not the dumb, cute little bowls she insisted we buy. Not the coffee pot that doesn’t work but she loved because she swore it made her coffee taste better. None of it.”

The tears fall down your cheeks, fast and without mercy. 

“I didn’t invite people over because I wanted to pretend she still lived here,” he tells you. “I wanted it to still be our place. Not just mine. And the thought of bringing someone else back here felt…wrong.”

You grab onto his wrist to keep his hand close and he smiles. 

“And then you,” he murmurs, dipping down to nuzzle his nose against yours. A display of affection you’d never expect from him. “And yeah, you’re annoying, and I hate you. But she would have fucking loved you.”

You nearly sob. 

“I want you here,” he says. “I want to talk about getting you pregnant and having our babies. I want to fuck you on this bed and I want to make you cry for a very different reason.”

You laugh through the tears.

“Look, I don’t believe in guardian angels and an afterlife and all that shit,” he admits. “But sometimes, I swear she sent you to me. And yeah, I probably should have moved the picture first. That was my fault, I haven’t had anyone in here in a while. But…you’re not her, Tink. You’re you. And that’s exactly who I want you to be.”

You can’t stop the next wave of emotion as you sling your arms around his neck and pull him close. He chuckles in your embrace but doesn’t fight you. He holds you, too. For as long as you both need.

“I hate you, too,” you finally whisper.

He smiles.

“Harry?”

“Mm?”

“…can we please finish now?”

He leans back to see you. “Are you sure?”

“Very.” You kiss him. “After all, you promised to get me pregnant. And I can’t leave until you do, Daddy."

The groan against your lips is delicious and devious.

And it’s everything you’ve ever wanted.

“As you wish.”

WHY DID THIS MAKE ME WANT TO CRY!!! ALSO HI I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH!!

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[demigodseameg16]

Bro as someone who uses a walking aid (a cane) and is disabled seeing the new trailer for Miraculous Ladybug makes me absolutely furious. I have never felt so much hatred for a fictional character before and yet here we are. I didn't like Marinette before but like, this just. This hits way too close to home and I know Astruc is going to frame it in a way that makes Marinette the good guy. But NOTHING excuses touching a disability aid without permission, especially fooling around with it and sabotaging it. And the fact that a younger generation is going to see this, I absolutely can't. I feel so bad for disabled children who will see this scene on TV and have their feelings be in the wrong, shown that they are the bad guys for getting upset, or heavens forbid being disabled. Screw you Astruc.

[thesolidar]

// Malakh fan concept //

Malakhs are stone demons that represent fallen angels. They guarded the lower layers of Hell, until their blood dried up for unknown reasons so they froze into lifeless statues. To awake, Malakh needs to be irrigated with blood.

Speedpaint:

[hasello]

Hi hi 👋🏻 I just wanted to ask about the Forced to be besties au, I get the basic premise of it, but could you tell us more about what Eggy and Sonic's ultimate goal is? 🤔 Cuz with how much most of the main cast (Shadow, Silver, Blaze, Rouge, Omega) are willing to put on the line, including there allegiance to GUN for Sonic's sake, and even willing to interact with Eggy, I can't help but feel like either Eggy and Sonic have some ultimate goal that's like Saving the world from some unseen threat no one else believes in, or that GUN is gone evil in this war you mentioned in one post, even if they're still keeping up appearances or something like that 🤔 anyways these are just the vibes I was getting but I'm not so sure about them so I was hoping you'd clarify whenever you had the time 😊 I'd also like to take this moment to say your art is so very cool and I love how creative this AU is!!!!

Did you perhaps peek inside my head…? 👀 You’ve got A LOT right!

Tho jokes aside - I feel bad for posting so little about this au SO have a peek of my concept art. There IS a bigger threat lurking and here it is:

[outsockk]

rest in peace jevil you would have loved weirdmageddon

[yoku-yukihime]

MY MORTAL ENEMY