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dark-fics-4-you · 9 months

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Ex Friends with Benefits ch III

dark!Rafe Cameron x f!Reader x dark!Topper Thorton

Warnings: noncon, smut, threesome, drugging, drinking, unprotected sex, cream pie, revenge sex, oral (m!receiving), degradation, guilt tripping

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Rafe’s fingers tightened into fists at his side at the mention of your name, lip curling as he frowned. “No, she’s been avoiding me actually, Top.”

“Damn Rafe, I thought you two were finally getting closer,” Topper joked suggestively with a raised eyebrow.

“She’s just playing hard to get. You know how all those uptight rich bitches are. Can’t admit what they actually want,” Rafe replied bitterly and Topper laughed.

You flashed across his memory, the way you used to glance at him secretly when you were with others. How sometimes when you sat by each other while eating, he would trace his fingers across your bare thighs under the table and tease you in front of all of your friends, who were none the wiser to his touches.

Anger rose in him when he remembered the last time he had seen you, how you had told him you wanted a break. Yeah, fucking right.

He wasn’t an idiot. He knew what that meant.

You were done with him.

But there was no way in hell that Rafe was done with you.

“Well if I had to put money on it, I’d say she doesn’t want anything to do with you. I bet you finally scared her off with your fucking staring,” at that, Rafe whipped his head at Topper, glaring. But Topper only laughed. “Yeah, of course I noticed that shit too. You’re not exactly subtle, Rafe.”

The Kook king scoffed at that, venom thick in his voice when he hissed back, “You don’t know anything, Top.”

“Oh yeah? Try me, you know I always thought Y/N was sexy as hell,” the challenge in Topper’s voice was clear, and competitive bravado rose in Rafe’s chest.

A sick thought flashed across his mind. One that he couldn’t ignore.

If he really wanted, he could have you so god damn cock drunk you’d let Topper fuck you too.

Sure it might take a little extra liquid motivation, but that was never something you had shied away from.

And besides, Rafe was getting pissed at the fact that you had been ignoring his calls and texts.

How long were you planning on acting like he didn’t exist anymore?

It wasn’t right. You used to be his best friend, the two of you did everything together. He had spent so much time with you recently that he felt empty without you around.

And the fact that you could just break things off like it was nothing? Over one little mistake?

It made his blood fucking boil.

Rafe set up a line quickly, snorting it before he leaned back, expression stormy. He stared at the coke on the table, before his expression changed.

“You should invite her to your party this weekend, Top. I promise you, she’ll be all over both of us,” Rafe smirked, glancing at his friend as his plan came together in his head.

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You smiled at Topper as he returned with your second drink, some fruity concoction that tasted like there was a lot of rum in it.

“Thanks Topper!” You followed him through his house to the living room, snaking your way through his packed house.

You took another swig as you sat down on the couch, eyeing the array of drugs that were laid on the table before you.

“And you’re sure Rafe’s not gonna be here tonight?” You questioned the blond nervously as he sat beside you.

It had been a few weeks since you had last seen him, the night he had pushed your boundaries too far for you comfort. You hadn’t talked with your friend since, too nervous to answer the phone or reach out to him first.

“Um, yeah he shouldn’t be here. But if he is, I’ll keep him away from you,” Topper winked and you chuckled, shaking your head a bit.

You took another sip of your drink, already feeling tipsy, but the night was young and you wanted to get a little high too, so you asked Topper to set up a line for you.

You leaned over the table, snorting the (admittedly large) line

Sniffing, you rubbed under your nose to make sure you got all of it. You had never been one to back away from a challenge.

“Oh fuck, that was a lot,” you laughed as the head rush hit you hard.

“Do you wanna do another?” Topper asked you.

“Shit Top, slow down, gimme a second. You’re tryin to get me too fucked up,” the two of you laughed at your joke, Topper rolling his eyes, but your slight protest didn’t stop him from setting up two more lines.

You reclined against the couch, not surprised when Topper did the same beside you. You could feel the warmth of his leg and torso beside you, and you were surprised when you felt his arm snake around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“Is this okay, Y/N? I just get a bit cuddly when I’m high.” Your friend asked, and you hesitated for a second before nodding.

It was just Topper, you reasoned with yourself. He had been in love with Sarah Cameron for years. You knew that this was nothing more than innocent affection.

“Here, have more of your drink,” Topper shifted, reaching to the table to grab your cocktail before handing it to you.

“Ah thanks! I almost forgot about it.” You took a few gulps, enjoying the flavor of the drink Topper had made for you.

You were beginning to feel well past buzzed, the mix of coke and alcohol blurring your vision at the edges. The music in the house was loud, bass thumping against the walls and making your head hurt.

You realized that Topper was talking to you when you heard him repeat your name twice, his hand falling onto your thigh.

“Mm, what?” You turned your head towards him, and he drew closer.

“I said you look really good tonight, I like this dress,” he said, louder, eyes scanning over your body, and you blushed, cheeks hot from the alcohol and his compliment.

Topper was a good looking guy, you had to admit that, but the two of you had been friends for so long that you had never even really considered him in that light before, especially since he had been on and off with Sarah for so long.

“Oh, thanks.” You replied, glancing down at the tight dress you had picked out.

“Do you wanna do that second line now, Y/N?” Topper questioned as his hand began to draw circles on your lower thigh.

“Um, sure,” you answered, and Topper withdrew his hand, leaning over to snort his line first.

“You got it?” He asked, noticing that you were just staring at the line. Your head was swimming.

“Ugh, I don’t know, I feel pretty fucked up already,” you admitted, stumbling over your words already, and your friend frowned.

“C’mon, Y/N, just one more?” He challenged with a grin. “I already lined it up for you and everything.”

“Mmm alright,” you slurred,

This one stung more than the first, despite being smaller.

Your head was spinning, the cold drink in your hand was only only making it worse, and you could barely keep your head up.

“How do you feel?” Topper voice felt both distant and too loud, and you shook your head, leaning against your friend’s chest as you mumbled.

“I- I think I should lie down,” you felt dizzy, the lightheadedness confused you, how were you already this fucked up? You had only had two drinks, but you felt like you had had eight.

“You wanna go somewhere quiet?” The blond asked you and you nodded.

“Can you carry me?” You slurred, you didn’t think you could walk past the end of this room, much less up a flight of stairs to Topper’s room.

“Yeah I got you,” he stood up, bending over to scoop you into his arms before heading to his room.

You cuddled against his chest as he carried you, the drugs were making you feel strange, like you couldn’t remember exactly where you were or what you were doing.

He laid you down onto the bed, carefully removing your heels, and you groggily slurred out a thanks.

“Hold on one second,” he turned away before pulling out his phone and sending a quick text.

You felt comfortable in his large, plush bed but you were taken by surprise when you felt it shift under your friends weight.

You turned to meet his eyes, but he moved faster, cupping your chin and tilting your head up to meet his as his mouth covered yours.

Your eyes shot open, and you opened your mouth to say something, anything, but his tongue pushed its way in, his hand gripping your chin and holding you in place.

Fear and confusion coursed through your body. Why was he doing this? You didn’t think anything of his compliments at the time, but looking back, the pieces were beginning to fall into place.

Had he been trying to get you as drunk as possible just to take advantage of you?

Your mind went blank when you felt his hand creeping under your dress, alarm bells ringing as he pushed the material up to your hips.

You shoved at him, breaking the kiss and gasping for breath.

“Top- mm- stop that-!” your anxious, mumbled pleas fell on deaf ears, his hands grabbing at you rougher when you talked back.

“Shh, Y/N, lighten up, stop being so uptight.” He mumbled as his lips found you neck, and you tensed up completely when you felt him slid your panties to the side before pushing a finger into you.

You gasped at the intrusion, sucking in a breath as tears came to your eyes when he pushed his second finger in.

To your horror you could feel yourself getting wetter, dripping around his fingers as they curled inside you.

The conflicting feelings swirled inside you, the blur of pleasure and panic becoming confusing. Your body couldn’t help but respond to his touch, soft moans fell past your lips in between sobs.

“Shit,” Topper groaned. “I can’t wait any longer.” With his free hand, he pulled his shorts down, stroking himself as he fingered you, before pulling the digits out.

Your stomach dropped, heart pumping in terror as he lined himself up with your entrance.

“T-Topper,” you begged, tears falling past your lashes as your looked up at the blond. “P-please.” You didn’t even know what you were asking him, the inner turmoil of your mind clashing with the primal desires of your body.

For a moment, it seemed like he was conflicted, but resolution set on his face as he gazed into your fearful eyes.

You felt nauseous when he grabbed your legs, easily parting them and bending your knees towards your chest. You squirmed in his grip, but you were too sluggish to stop him.

Topper sunk into you, stretching you out inch by inch. You whined and he shushed you again, this time covering your mouth with his hand.

When his hips met yours, he groaned, voice trembling, “fuck Y/N, I really thought Rafe was exaggerating but I get why this pussy drives him so crazy.”

Your tears were falling much more freely now, his words barely registered in your ears, and you gasped against his hand when he snapped his hips against yours the first time.

It was getting harder to breathe, panic filling your lungs as Toppers hand blocked your mouth. You grabbed at his hand, scratching him and he groaned as he moved his hand from your mouth to your chest.

His hands fumbled with the top of your dress, batting away your hands as you weakly pushed at him before he pulled your tits free, roughly groping them as he fucked you.

There was a movement at the door, and your eyes flicked to the figure in the entryway, new found courage to escape imbuing you. Topper didn’t acknowledge the new person, not even pausing to see who it was.

Your excitement was short lived, transforming in to a sick fear when the man spoke.

“Got your text. I told you she was a good fuck. She’s such a slut, I bet she’s fucking dripping around you right now.”

Rafe’s voice was unmistakable, and when his word’s registered in his ears, you realized with a shock exactly what was happening.

They had laid a trap for you, and you had walked right into it.

“She feels amazing,” Topper groaned, fucking you harder now, cock driving into you at a feverish pace. The pleasure in your gut was beginning to build and to your horror, you could feel yourself getting wetter.

Off to the side, you heard Rafe’s shorts fall to the floor and when you turned your head, you could see him, hard and stroking himself at the sight of his friend taking advantage of you.

He neared the bed and you flinched when his hand tangled into your hair, turning you towards him as he guided himself to your mouth.

When you shook your head, he sighed in disappointment, his next words were cold, “open your mouth, Y/N. Or you’re not going to like it when I take my turn.”

Disgust swirled in your gut and tearfully, you resigned yourself, parting your lips and allowing him to push himself further into your mouth.

Topper groaned at the sight, digging his fingers into your hips harder and glancing down to watch your cunt stretch around him as he plunged his dick into you again and again.

“Fuuck,” Rafe hissed as he began to shift his hips, sliding his dick a bit deeper with every thrust. “I missed that pretty mouth you got, Y/N/N.”

Your stomach twisted at the familiar nickname, one that you hadn’t heard in weeks, as Rafe was the only one you had ever let call you that.

Topper’s cock hit a spot that had you seeing stars, toes curling and thighs trembling as you came. You moaned around the dick in your mouth, and the other blond groaned when you squeezed around him, a gush of wetness allowing him to slide into your cunt easier.

Your jaw ached, scalp burning as Rafe tugged your hair to hold you in place as he fucked your mouth. You gagged when he pushed too far, but he was relentless, taking his revenge on you for keeping yourself away from him for so long.

When he pulled out to give you a breather your relief was slow lived, as Topper closed in, pressing more skin to yours, hands wandering and grabbing at you hungrily.

His pace crescendoed before he reached his peak, lips smothering yours as he groaned, fingers digging into your skin so hard when he came that you knew you would have bruises.

In your drug induced stupor, you finally realized that he hadn’t been wearing a condom when he slowly pulled out and you could feel his sticky cum dripping out of your swollen cunt.

You breathed in shakily, still in a daze about what had just happened. You couldn’t meet Topper’s eyes.

“You’ve had your fun, get outta here, it’s my turn.”

Topper glared at Rafe, opening his mouth to argue, but his friend cut him off.

“Hey, who gave you the drugs in the first place? If I had let you do the dosing, she’d probably never wake up, dumbass,” Rafe snapped.

You felt nauseous again listening to their conversation, knowing that you had trusted Topper completely before tonight, and the idea that either of them would go this far made your head spin.

“Fine,” Topper relented finally, climbing off the bed without giving you a second glance as he grabbed his clothes and began pulling them back on. “And you’re sure she’s not gonna um… remember any of this, right?” He asked Rafe hesitantly.

“Yeah, we gave her a lot already. She’s not gonna remember a thing,” Rafe leaned over his abandoned shorts, grabbing a baggie and a card from his pocket before spilling a little out onto the card. You heard the door close as Topper walked out, leaving you alone and at Rafe’s mercy.

He brought the card to you, helping you sit up and bringing it under your nose as he covered one of your nostrils. You tried to move your head away, but he held you in place, forcing you to take more of what you now weren’t so sure was just coke.

The head rush made you feel dizzy and heavy, and you knew that this time it would be even harder to fight back.

Rafe pushed you back onto the bed, easily batting your arms away as you protested weakly.

“R-Rafe!” Begging did little to deter him. If anything, your pleas seemed to goad him on, relishing the fact that you were so terrified of him.

The blond pushed your legs open, guiding himself between them. He rubbed the tip of his cock along your folds and you shuddered.

“You know, Y/N/N, it didn’t have to be like this. I was so patient. I made one mistake.” He sneered, voice bitter as he spat the words out.

Rafe forced himself into you, and you yelped at the feel, tears stinging your eyes. His large hand snaked around your throat, squeezing as he slowly filled you to the hilt.

“I have always fucking been there for you. But you threw me out like I was nothing.” The blond seethed. “Like- like the past eight years of our friendship didn’t mean anything to you.”

“P-Please-” you choked out, toes curling at the all too familiar feeling of his cock brushing against your inner walls. He was like a starved man, he couldn’t get enough of you, pushing himself deeper with every thrust.

When he snapped his hips against yours, his pace was brutal and punishing. He was choked you harder now, to the point that you were afraid you might pass out.

You felt like you had been trapped in Topper’s room for hours, the drugs and adrenaline coursing through you made everything feel confusing. Every touch was intensified, like electricity over your skin, the feelings of pleasure and disgust mingling together to the point where you could barely tell them apart.

Rafe’s lips covered yours, sliding against them as his tongue forced its way into your mouth. The feeling was repulsive, all too reminiscent of the many times the two of you had secretly hooked up before.

But this time everything was wrong.

His lips trailed to your neck, hot kisses planted at the spots he knew were the most sensitive. You tried to stifle your gasps of pleasure, not wanting to give him the satisfaction, but Rafe knew exactly how your body worked. He had explored every inch until he had each curve memorized, he couldn’t forget you if he tried.

“I wanted you to be my girl, Y/N/N,” he confessed, pain and anger flashing in his darkened eyes.

Your eyes widened at his words, you knew that he had reacted awfully when you tried to break it off, but you had never suspected that Rafe had ever seen you as anything more than best friends who fooled around occasionally.

“It didn’t have to come to this,” he said, as if he genuinely believed that you were in the wrong.

You let out a choked moan when you felt him pressing against your clit, swirling the tender bud as he pounded into you.

The combination of his thick cock sliding into you with the stimulation on your tender bud had you seeing stars. Your toes curled and you bit down on your lip to stifle your moan as you came around him.

Your legs were trembling, pussy twitching and squeezing Rafe’s cock as he fucked you through your high, tears coursing down your cheeks in shame.

“Oh fuck, are you actually coming right now??” He laughed mockingly, a sick pride flashing across his face. “You’re so fucking pathetic, do you have any clue how goddamn wet you are right now?”

You couldn’t respond, brain so fried by the feelings of his dick pushing into you that you could only mewl helplessly, each sound punctuated with the snap of his hips.

He was fucking you frantically now, growling under his breath as you choked his cock, your fingernails gripping his arms to steady yourself.

You were caught off guard when you came again, tightening around him, and crying out his name.

Rafe cursed under his breath at the feeling, hips stuttering as he thrust into you deeper than before, groaning when he came, and you whimpered as you felt him filling you up with his cum.

He was panting, chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. You turned your head when you felt him get closer, but he cupped your cheek, allowing himself to press his forehead to yours.

Rafe kissed you softly, much more tenderly than before, but knowing the feelings behind the action made your stomach twist, the innocent kiss tainted by the weight of what he had just done.

“You were mine a long time before you knew you were, and I’m not going to let you just throw that away. This friendship isn’t over until I say it is.”

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cosmicmunsonwrites · 9 months

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best friend! rafe? smut or fluff doesn’t really matter

and i’m never coming down

pairing(s): best friend!rafe cameron x best friend!fem!reader

warnings: pet names, two idiots in love

summary: things between you and your best friend start to change.

authors note: thank you for the request! i hope you enjoy :)

not edited

do not copy my works. i do not condone rewrites, translations, or edited versions. all my content is my content that i wrote.

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“which one?” you asked your best friend who was currently laying on your bed on his phone.

he looked between the two tops, squinting as if he was really thinking about this one. “the left one.”

“are you sure? you don’t think its too much?” you asked curiously. all you were doing was going out to eat with him, topper, kelce and their girlfriends.

he looked at it and then you. “no, i think you’ll look perfect in it.”

you turned quickly to put the other shirt back into the closet, but, also to hide the blush painting your cheeks.

“so what time are we leaving?” you questioned, turning back around and laying out the jeans you’d be wearing later.

he took his eyes off of you for just a second to check his phone. “whenever you’re ready.”

“rafe,” you looked to him. “i don’t want them waiting on me.”

he waved it off. “they don’t care. you don’t take long to get ready anyway. you know kelce’s girl takes like 4 hours anyway. they’re always late.”

you sighed and sat down onto the bed beside him, looking up at the butterflies stuck to your wall.

“what’s wrong?” he asked softly.

you looked at him and shook your head. “nothing.”

he glared at you. “c’mon, don’t give me that. i know when somethings up.”

he looked so pretty like this. his hair slightly messy and his quarter zip sweater framing his body perfectly while he tucked his lower half under your sherpa blanket.

“seriously, rafe, it’s nothing,” you said with a slight smile.

“next time you wanna gawk at me, maybe close your mouth or you’ll drool,” he joked.

you shoved his shoulder and chuckled. “i wasn’t gawking and i know for a fact my mouth was closed. don’t get too ahead of yourself, cameron.”

“you know, it’s okay to gawk,” he said.

your brows furrowed. “what do you mean?”

his blue eyes were boring into you. “i do it too.”

“to yourself?” you joked, stifling a giggle. “we all knew that, rafe.”

he rolled his eyes at you and flicked your forehead. “no, idiot. at you.” you raised an eyebrow at him. “don’t give me that look.”

“i’m not giving you any look,” you replied with a light laugh.

his eyes traced over your face before locking back onto yours. “why do you do that?”

“do what?” you asked curiously.

he huffed out a breath. “you change the subject whenever i say something like that, or you talk down on yourself all the time as if you’re not the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen, let alone know.”

“rafe,” you began.

he cut you off. “you don’t get it, sweetheart. you’re literally the most perfect person ever. i don’t even know why you’re friends with me or what i did to even deserve you.”

your eyes searched his expression. you knew when he was joking. you knew damn well. and right now, all you were finding was sincerity.

his hand reached up and tucked a loose strand on hair behind your ear. “can i kiss you?”

you didn’t trust that some random string of syllables would come out if you opened your mouth, so you opted for a nod.

and it was all you’d ever wanted.

his lips pressed to yours, softer than you could’ve ever imagined. he was so gentle with you almost as if he were afraid you’d break.

the hand that was once moving your hair was now cradling your jaw, pulling you closer to him.

it felt like a dream come true. that was until you had to pull away to breathe.

“you’ve got no idea how long i’ve waited for that,” rafe said with a big, toothy smile.

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rafesveryrealgf · 1 year

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Rafe with as a new dad with a newborn please 🥺🥺❤️

a/n: ugh soft!rafe makes me go feral but anyway hope you enjoy!

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Warnings: smut (oral sex), kissing, inappropriate touching, cursing, soft!rafe, overprotective!rafe, dad!rafe

You laid on the hospice bed — sweaty and crying as you looked down at the baby you just freshly birthed — your son, Nathan Cameron.

He was Rafe’s twin for sure.

Rafe stood beside you, caressing your hair. He was still in shock as he looked down at his newborn son in your arms.

“God, look at him Rafe.” You looked up at Rafe, smiling.

“I’m looking.” He said softly. He was smiling at Nathan, not even looking at you when replying to you.

He was so mesmerized by the fact that he — Nathan came out of you. It was bizarre to him.

Rafe had a hard childhood. His mother left when he was younger and his father always wanted more from him — more than Rafe had to offer. Rafe spent his whole life trying to live up to Wards high standards and he vowed to himself after you both found out you were having a boy. He vowed that he would never make his son feel the way Ward made him feel. And although Ward isn’t as bad as he used to be, him and Rafe have their moments and sometimes Rafe finds himself still doing things to please his father. But he’d never admit that.

“You wanna hold him?” You said after awhile of not speaking, just admiring the baby boy.

Rafe slowly nodded with a smile. He leaned down just a bit and extended his arms out to you. You placed the baby boy in his arms and he straightened himself. He couldn’t take his eyes off of the newborn. Not even for a second.

“I’m gonna take a nap, okay?” Your eyes were heavy and you knew you didn’t have much time before the nurses would come back in again to check up on you guys.

Rafe nodded at that, still looking at his precious son as he cradled him. Rafe held him like he was the most valuable thing on earth.

“M’gonna love you forever, little man.” He spoke softly. He knew Nathan had no idea what he was saying, but Rafe felt it was necessary.

Nathan’s eyes were shut, but he cooed at his dad’s voice. Almost like he knew it was his dad speaking.

“It’s daddy, buddy.” He smiled down at him.

Nathan gave a toothless smile, apparently liking the sound of Rafe’s voice.

“You know it’s daddy, huh?”

Rafe couldn’t help but tear up at that. Fatherhood felt nothing like he’d expected it to feel. The way he felt for this baby was nothing he’d ever felt in his life. And that scared the shit out of him.

“Shit,” Rafe sniffled, making sure it wasn’t noticeable that he was having a sappy moment with his baby boy when he saw Topper and Alex made an entrance. Alex walked over to Rafe and stood on her tippy toes to look over Rafe’s tall figure at the newborn.

“Oh, he’s precious Rafe.” She brings a hand up to her heart and frowns.

“Holy shit. You’re a dad now.” Topper says.

Alex smacks his bicep. “Language.” Her eyes narrow at Topper then glance over at the baby.

“Yeah. Language, Top.” Rafe jokes, smirking up at his best friend.

Topper rolls his eyes and sits down in one of the chairs off to the side of the room.

Your eyes flutter open at your friends voices. The first thing you see when waking up is Topper with his arms crossed over his chest as he watches his girlfriend adore your newborn.

“Don’t get any ideas.” Topper jokingly calls out to Alex.

Alex rolls her eyes at that then immediately notices that you’re awake.

“Y/n,” she smiles, placing her hand on your shoulder. “How you feeling, mama?”

“I’m okay.” You reply quietly. Almost too quiet.

Rafe looked up from the baby and gave you an innocent smile as he softly bounced him in his arms.

You were scared to be a mom. You were now nineteen with a baby. You’d started doing college online while pregnant so you’d able to be home after Nathan was born. You and Rafe were staying at Ward and Rose’s. And Although it was a big home you still felt like a burden at times. They never wanted you to feel like that though. But it was hard to keep your mind from wandering. Truthfully, they didn’t mind you being there. If anything Rafe acted better when he was around you.

“Hi, baby.” Rafe cooed, pushing your fly aways behind your ears.

“Hi.” You replied, softly, still trying to fully wake up from your nap.

A few hours went by, everyone had come to visit at this point and you were way more than ready to get out of there. Rafe was of course overprotective of you and the baby, telling everyone that wanted to hold him to wash their hands and especially not to touch or kiss his face.

Wheezie and Sarah couldn’t have been more excited to hold Nathan, and Rafe being the older brother he is —jokingly, scorned Sarah extra hard about kissing Nathan because he ‘doesn’t know where her mouth has been’ she rolled her eyes when he said that, knowing he was fully serious about not kissing the baby but still joking about the last part.

Rose was absolutely in love with the idea of a baby being in the house. She was actually sad when she heard that you and Rafe were planning on moving out. Rose never had any children of her own, but this was close enough, even if her and Rafe never had a good relationship.

Ward watched from afar as Sarah, Wheezie and Rose took turns passing the baby around. He stood awkwardly, not knowing what to do. This was the first baby boy in the family since Rafe — and the first baby in the family since Rafe’s mother had left.

Two days had passed, the baby and you were healthy so you finally had confirmation to go home. Rafe couldn’t have been more excited to get out of that hospital room. Sleeping on an uncomfortable couch wasn’t his thing.

He carried the carseat to the car with one hand whilst his other was occupied carrying all of the baby stuff. He refused to let you carry anything. And you let him know how thankful you were for him.

He struggled putting the carseat in despite the fact you’d practiced with him a thousand times before the baby got here. You could tell his nerves were getting to him.

“Fuck,” he cursed at the carseat. “Is this a different carseat? ‘Cause I swear it was easier to buckle in when we practiced.”

You giggled, placing a hand on the small of his back as he continued to stress himself out. “No…it may be a little more difficult considering there’s a seven pound baby in there now.” You said sarcastically.

He finally got the carseat to click into place and sighed in relief, looking over his shoulder at you. He kissed your temple before closing the car door and making his way over to the passenger side to open the door for you. He set all the baby stuff in the backseat and finally got into the car himself.

When you finally arrived home, Rafe opened your car door to let you out then made his way over to Nathan. He struggled getting the carseat out the same way he’d struggled with putting it in. Once he finally freed the carseat, he told himself he’d unload the car later.

Rafe sped up the driveway, anxiously excited to hold his son in the comfort of his own home for the first time. You slowly walked behind them, secretly admiring Rafe in all his glory.

He looked good. His exposed muscles flexed as he carried the heavy carseat, yet he carried it so effortlessly.

He patiently waited for you at the front door then you walked inside together.

No one was home when you and Rafe got back from the hospital. It wasn’t unusual that no one was home either. Sarah was often hanging around the Pogues whilst Wheezie had her own friends to hang with too. As for Ward and Rose.. they were god knows where, doing god knows what.

“You hungry?” Rafe questioned, setting the carseat down in the living room. “I can make something.”

You quickly nodded. The hospital food was absolutely shit. “Yeah. I’m gonna feed Nate too.”

He nodded at that and bent down to take the sleeping baby out of the carseat. Nathan curled his legs up when Rafe picked him up, almost making himself into a ball. He then handed Nathan to you so you could breastfeed while he made you something to eat.

You walked over to the couch and sat down and Rafe made his way to the kitchen, pulling out random items. You tried to feed Nathan, but he just wasn’t having it.

“Rafe, he won’t latch.” You whined, bouncing Nathan up and down, trying to soothe him before attempting again.

“What do you want me to do, baby?” He stopped what he was doing all together and walked over to the couch, plopping down right beside you.

“I don’t know,” you pouted, answering honestly. You don’t even know why you told him because there was nothing he could do for you. “They’re so sore.” You gestured to your breasts.

Rafe looked down at your breasts and smirked as if he had gotten the best idea. “Want me to massage ‘em?”

You rolled your eyes at that, almost positive he just wanted to touch your swollen breasts for the fun of it. “Not right now, Rafe,” you gestured to the obvious baby in your arms.

Rafe harshly inhaled then quickly nodded and jumped up to finish what he was doing in the kitchen before he had gotten distracted. “Can I do it later?” He asked, his back was turned to you as he spoke over his shoulder, making his way to the kitchen.

“When our son isn’t inches away from us while you do it? Yes,” you laughed at that then continued to attempt at getting your son to latch onto your breast. Eventually he did and all was well.

A few hours later, Nathan was sound asleep in his bassinet, in the nursery. You were finally back in your bed after two days of sleeping in an uncomfortable hospital bed. You couldn’t have been more happy.

“Can I do it now,” Rafe appeared out of the bathroom, after brushing his teeth, on a mission to massage your swollen breasts — he hadn’t forgotten and after the baby was down for the night, hopefully — Rafe was more than ready.

You knew exactly what he was hinting at. “Sure, Rafe,” you sighed, smiling at his consistency.

He was only in boxers as he made his way over to the bed. He laid down right next to you, propping his head up so that he could be slightly hovered over you.

“Be gentle,” you said softly. He slowly nodded, assuring you that he would be.

He slid his hand up your shirt and began to knead your left breast. You closed your eyes at the feeling, feeling all the tension slowly dissipate.

“Feels good, yeah?” He purred as he kneaded it some more.

“Mhm,” you nodded, drunk off the feeling.

He palmed at your breast then soon got carried away as he began to leave sloppy kisses on your jawline.

He was soon hovering over you, practically grinding himself against you. He was absolutely in heat at this point. You could feel his cock through his boxers against your clothed core, even more-so with each grind.

“Need you so bad,” you mumbled as he kissed down your neck.

You were both well aware the doctor’s recommended that you wait a few weeks before having sex. So you had something else in mind.

Your teeth sunk down into your bottom lip. “Can I?” You gestured to his rock solid cock. He nodded.

He stopped hovering over you so he could swiftly take off his boxers. You watched as his cock sprung free from his boxers. You sat up to get in position. He laid back, against the headboard, stroking his cock up and down.

You leaned down, now face to face with his cock and spit right on the tip, watching as your saliva slid down the side of his cock before taking it fully into your mouth. He let out a satisfied groan then tangled his hand into your hair to get a good grip.

You bobbed your head up and down, letting the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat a few times.

“Fuck,” he cursed before pushing your head down even further on his throbbing cock. Your eyes began to water as even more of your saliva began to drip down his cock.

“Keep going,” He mumbled. He bucked his hips up and that’s when you knew he was seconds away from bursting into your mouth.

You focused more on his tip to bring him over the edge quicker and it worked. You felt the warm liquid fill your mouth and you quickly swallowed.

Once he was empty he brought you back up to be face to face with him, leaving a wet kiss to your swollen lips, he slid his tongue in between them, tasting himself on your tongue in the process.

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rafecameronsmistress · 1 year

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WHO AM I?

[description] Fem Reader x John B x JJ Maybank

[summary] John B “king of the pogues” is the ideal boyfriend and i love him. JJ; the living breathing example of a pogue, he’s desirable but off limits.. or is he?

[cw + tw] 18+ CONTENT - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT - lots and lots of smut, alcohol, smoking marijuana, strong language, cheating, angst, self hatred, self degrading talk

[authors note] After watching OBX 3 i’ve been inspired to write. Every male character is beautiful in their own way so why not use that to my advantage and compose delicious smut content? Open to feedback and requests!

THIS IS QUITE LONG BUT WORTH IT

WARNING SMUT AHEAD

Enjoy 🖤

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it’s friday night at the chateau, you and John B are loading beers into the fridge and making space for your friends to sleep when they pass out drunk

John B cracks one open and slumps into the couch, he takes a long sip slurping the bubbles loudly

“i love friday’s” he says with a mischievous grin on his face

“oh yeah, why’s that?” i laugh knowing a stupid remark is about to come from his mouth

“i love them because i get to drink the same amount of beer i drink on a week day but it’s the weekend so its acceptable!” he chuckles to himself

“you’re so dumb” i joke

i grab a beer for myself and walk outside, the warm summer air hugs my skin and i plop myself into a lawn chair

7pm on the dot i hear the ripping of JJ’s dirt bike coming down the pathway, he’s never late for “beer o’clock” as we call it here

Kie and Sarah text me in a group chat:

- “hey y/n we’re just grabbing something to smoke from Rafe and then we’re headed over love you!!!”

- “LOL perfect, love you guys too” i reply

John B comes out of the house with a slam to the screen door “JJ” he barks like a college frat boy throwing an ice cold beer in his direction

without hesitation JJ punches a hole in the side and shot guns his first beer of the night, he crushes the can and tosses it behind him with confidence

he gives me a warm smile and salutes me, i giggle and salute back

John B and i have been dating for a few months, he’s amazing, everything a girl could want

but JJ and i have always had this chemistry that neither of us will admit, everybody says he likes me

it makes nights like these difficult, full of alcohol, and natural flirting

John B and JJ have been best friends forever, i would never do anything to ruin that

in the distance i see the next two pouges waltzing up the driveway, Pope and Cleo

they’re a new couple and totally in love, they’re walking hand in hand and Cleo is skipping swinging Popes arm out of excitement, i get up from my chair and wave

John B starts a fire, Pope grabs chairs for Cleo and i, and JJ takes the last sip of his second beer and lets out a ridiculous burp that makes us all laugh

“thank you,” he says proudly and bows

Kie and Sarah are here now and my heart feels full, i look forward to this every friday, i love my friends with all my being and i would never want to be anywhere else

11 o’clock at night

we all have a good buzz going when Sarah says “let’s play pong!”

i jump out of my seat, i love pong, i’m good at it

“i’m in, teams?” i look at John B who is clearly undressing me with his glazed over eyes, “i’ll watch” he smirks, i can’t help but blush, he makes me feel good about myself

JJ steps in “i’ll play with you y/n” i smile and nod

JJ and I against Sarah and Kie

I instantly sink 2 cups “balls back!” i yell competitively

“ohhhh shit you guys are so fucked,” JJ laughs and points in the girls direction, we sink another ball, now it’s Sarah and Kie’s turn, they both miss and laugh hysterically barely able to stand on their own two feet

JJ and I bend down at the same time to retrieve the balls and collide heads, knocking me on my ass

he stares at me in fear he’s hurt me, i spit out a laugh and he lets out a big sigh and puts out his hand to help me up

just before he pulls me up we stand still hand in hand, staring into each others eyes, a split second felt like an eternity, i shake my head and climb up

1 o’clock in the morning

we’re all back by the fire, Cleo is asleep under Popes sweatshirt, Pope and JJ are smoking a joint, Sarah and Kie made their way inside to John B’s couch where they will crash for the night

John B stands up, giving me a drunk horny smile and signals me to follow him inside

“ew Pope look.. they’re going to have sex!” JJ laughs jokingly, they both crack up from being cross faded and having a childish sense of humor

“wrap it up my guy” Pope instructs John B, then takes a long drag of the joint, i laugh at the two idiots and cover my face with my hands

John B leads me into his room basically walking sideways, he falls straight back onto his bed then props himself on his elbows “come here” he seduces with the sexiest smile

i climb onto his bed and on top of him, he’s laying on his back now while i stare down at him

“i just fucking love you” he slurs, he cups my face in his hands and pulls me down to kiss him, his kisses are sloppy and his breath is rapid

his hands were massaging all over my body at a very rapid pace, like he couldn’t stick it in me fast enough

i sit back up putting all of my weight on his rock solid bulge, he bites his bottom lip and tugs at my shirt “off” he demands

i pull my top off and he unbuckles my bra faster than i could blink, John B looks at my tits the way a dog looks at a medium rare sirloin steak

he sits up to meet my breasts and takes one in his mouth while he holds and massages the other

i run my fingers through his long silky hair and lay my head back as he sucks on my nipples

he pushes forward into me causing me to be on my back now, he pops my nipple out of his mouth and with one swift motion he removes his torn obx shirt and tosses it on the ground

as he comes back down his lips meet mine, he slithers a hand underneath me pulling my hips into his and i left out a soft moan

he trails his lips from my jaw, to the crook in my neck that makes my panties soak, to my nipple, my stomach, then just above my panty line

i buck my hips as an invitation for him to fully undress me and he does with ferocity, he leaves my panties on, i wore his favorite, emerald green with a clover and the words “lucky” embroidered on the front

he quite literally licks his lips at the sight of my soaking wet pussy, he places his thumb on my clit and starts massaging in circles

i inhale sharply and give him my best ‘fuck me’ eyes

John B leans forward and places a delicate kiss on my lips and sucks on my bottom lip as he pulls away

he moves back to my heat and licks the front of my panties top to bottom then kisses around her, she’s throbbing

at this point i’m literally aching for him to be inside of me “please” i beg

with fire in his eyes he pulls my undies down and spreads my legs as far apart as they can go, his tongue immediately making love to my hotspot

“oh fuuuck” i let out as i grip the bed sheets and wildly buck my hips

he pulls his mouth off of me and covers his middle and ring finger with saliva, he slowly pumps his fingers inside of me and continues to circle my clit with his tongue

he hits all the right spots and i can feel the build up “oh my go-“ i’m breathless “please don’t stop”

not another second goes by and my entire body is trembling and convulsing, my eyes glued shut and my mouth hanging open, i’m cumming so hard i can’t even make a sound

John B takes his fingers out of me and sucks all my insides off of himself

he pulls his shorts and boxers down, his cock flies out and smacks his stomach, he gathers spit in his hand to lube himself before he fucks me

“turn around” he says as he helps me get on all fours, i give him my best arch and grab hold of his pillow, doggy style is my favorite

my orgasm is dripping down my legs, he collects it and uses it to prepare my pussy

he slowly pushes into me and i melt underneath him

“fuuuck me” he groans with pure pleasure

im in such a euphoric state i dont care if anybody hears, im letting John B know he’s hitting all the right spots

he grabs both of my ass cheeks and uses them as leverage to fuck me faster

“you - feel - so - fucking - good” i cry out in sync with his thrusts

his force become erratic and sloppy as he’s about to finish “let me cum on your face” he pants

i quickly flip over onto my back and prop myself up on my elbows, i open my mouth wide and stick out my tongue out inviting his orgasm inside of me

he strokes himself twice before unleashing on me, i love watching him cum

my mouth is covered in John B’s babies, he grabs a towel to wipe my face

he cleans the last bit of himself off of my lips, his thumb pulling my mouth open, he kisses me long and hard

John B throws on a pair of pajama pants and dives into bed almost instantly falling asleep, i brace myself to stand up

i put on a pajama set that i keep here, it’s one that’s only meant for John B to see but i have nothing else to wear, i refuse to put my cum soaked shorts and undies back on

i walk to the bathroom with wobbly legs and an aching core

girl code: always pee after sex

i fix my hair and wipe off any mascara that was smudged before i head back outside

i’m not tired yet, i figure i’ll have another beer and sit by the fire a bit longer, i expect everyone to be gone or asleep by now it’s just about 2am

to my surprise JJ is staring into the dwindling fire, smoking a joint, and finishing off another beer

i give him an awkward smile while trying to cover myself, i’m in very tiny shorts and a very tiny spaghetti strap top, lilac purple and lined with lace, again, meant for John B only

his eyes scan my entire body and my cheeks burn red hot, he pulls a chair up next to him and pats it signaling me to sit

i take the offer and we sit in silence both zoning out into the fire, JJ offers me his joint, i take a few hits

the silence is deafening, we both want to speak but neither of us have the right words to say

JJ breaks the silence after a few minutes of awkwardness “soooooo sounds like you and John B were having fun”

oh my god, i don’t want to do this

“mhm.. didn’t think anybody was awake..” i bashfully reply

after slugging the last sip of beer number who knows??? JJ throws the empty can into the fire then puts his head into his hands

“i was awake.. heard the whole thing” he mumbles staring into the fire

this is weird, i have nothing to say, i don’t want to say or do the wrong thing,

i love John B. i love John B. i love John B.

“i’m gonna go to the bathroom and go to bed” i say suggesting he does the same “alright, i gotta use the bathroom too” he replied following me

“boys pee outside” i stated

he gave me a smirk and held up 2 fingers suggesting he doesn’t have to only pee, i roll my eyes and head inside, he follows

it’s so quiet inside my ears start to ring, i open the bathroom door and go to close it behind me when it stops short

i turn around and JJ’s boot is wedged in between, he pushes the door open and holds his finger to my mouth shushing me, he closes the door behind him and locks it in a singular motion

panic. absolute panic. there are five other people in this house. one of them being John B.

my eyes are basically bulging out of my head at this point “i know i know im sorry” JJ whispers “it’s just-“ he pauses

it’s just what? i silently mouth to him

“i can’t listen to him fuck you and not want to do the same” he said through gritted teeth

“JJ we can’t- i cant” i plead

my heart is screaming at the top of its lungs. ABORT MISSION. DO NOT ENGAGE. my cunt is screaming JUMP HIS BONES. LET HIM IN. ALL OF HIM.

JJ runs his hands through his hair and sighs “fuck it”

he aggressively places one hand on my hip and the other holding my jaw turning my head slightly to the side, he sucks the sweet spot on my neck that John B just had this mouth on

my head falls back giving him better access, my hands trail up his arms and into his messy hair, i give it a light tug and he nips my neck

JJ backs me up into the sink and presses his throbbing dick onto my stomach, it’s big

he gets down on his knees, he’s now eye to eye with my heat, he pulls down my pj shorts and discovers no panties, because they’re soaked with my cum on John B’s floor

he salivates at the sight, he looks up at me with those big blue eyes and licks the entire length of my slit, i can’t take my eyes off of him

this is wrong.

JJ stands back up, towering over me, looking down on me

i feel like a whore.

“turn around” he whispers in my ear, i turn and i’m faced with myself in the mirror

i am a whore.

there’s a cocky smile across his face while he stares back at me through the mirror, he slightly bends me over preparing me for his length

he pushes himself into me and i learn quickly he’s bigger than John B

i wince, my pussy is crying for help, with every thrust i feel worse about myself, but not enough to stop him, i want this

he feels so good, he feels so right

the sound of heavy breathing and a slight squeak of the sink fills the air

must. stay. quiet.

JJ slows the motions of his hips, really taking his time inside of me

i drop my head down and use all my strength to hold back the noises i so badly want to make

god, i wish we were elsewhere he deserves to hear me, i want him to know how good he makes me feel

he’s pumping into me at a steady pace not missing a beat, until he abruptly stops

“did you finish?” i whisper with confusion

his large cold hands weave through the back of my hair, he lifts my head by my hair and faces me toward the mirror and our eyes meet

“you’re gonna watch me fuck you” he asserted

he picks up the pace causing his hips to repeatedly clap on my ass, it’s loud

the sink squeaks louder

“JJ-“ i pant

he doesn’t respond, he pulls me toward him so my back is flush with his chest, his arms wrapped around me like a snake, one on my right boob and the other on my throat

his head is right beside mine, we watch each other in the mirror, the sinister look on his face makes my toes curl and my stomach wretch at the same time

his hot shaky breath in my ear nearly sends me over the edge

i put my head back on his shoulder giving into him fully, my body is yours JJ

“are you gonna cum for me?” he whined into my ear

i nodded my head, afraid to open my mouth

one hand still gripping my throat he runs the other hand from my nipple to my clit, he moves his fingers side to side

“fuck JJ” i cry out in a small voice

“look at me” he seethes

our eyes meet in the mirror again and i reach what felt like heaven

the hand that was on my throat is now covering my mouth, JJ let’s go of my clit and wraps the other arm around my torso

he picks up the pace, fast, like a jack rabbit

at this point the noises coming from my mouth are uncontrollable, JJ tries his best to muffle them

my pussy is tingling, numb almost

his head falls forward on to my shoulder, his grunts are almost too loud

he quickly pulls himself out of me and i feel a warmth on my ass

i look at myself in the mirror

whore.

JJ tries to catch his breath while he wipes his orgasm off of me with toilet paper

we get dressed in silence and before he walks out of the bathroom he gloats “it felt a whole lot better than it sounded,” then flashed me an egocentric smile

i wait a few minutes before leaving the bathroom incase anyone woke up

i shuffle across the hall into John Bs bedroom, i crawl into his bed and cover myself

my vagina is swollen and throbbing, another reminder that i’m a whore

staring blankly at the ceiling i start to cry

what did i just do?

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rafescoke · 3 years

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Jealous ; Rafe Cameron

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Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: Rafe finds himself being jealous over his friends with benefit flirting with a certain blonde boy

Warnings: Straight smut, angst, cursing, alcohol consumption, jealous Rafe

A/N: i am so sorry JJ for making you the second choice for almost every fic ever i still ly :( anyways thank you for 380+ followers wtf you guys are beyond amazing <3 here’s the smut you guys have been craving for:

“You’re handsome.”

“Oh yeah?” JJ smiled, showing her his pearly white teeth. “You’re not too bad, (Y/N).”

“Just not too bad?” She glowered, and leaned closer onto the blonde boy. He stared into her eyes, feeling her body heat now that she was too close to him, and he could smell her sweet scent. She reminded him of an ice cream during a hot day.

“Fine,” he huffed, and watched as her mouth morphed into a smile. “You look hot, (Y/N).”

“Thank you,” she giggled, placing a soft kiss against his cheeks as he laughed along with her, putting his arms around her.

(Y/N) never really had anything with JJ, being friends with him since god knows when, but she wasn’t cool with his other friends. He was there for her, and she was there for him, but they weren’t what people would call as best friends.

“Where’s the boyfriend?” JJ asked, a glint in his eyes. (Y/N) rolled her eyes at this, being done explaining to him that she’s not dating Rafe Cameron and will never be. They were the total opposite; he’s a kook, and she’s a pogue.

“JJ, I don’t know what to explain anymore,” she grunted, resting her back against the lawn chair as she watched the partygoers dancing to the booming music. “He is not my boyfriend.”

“You’re always out with him,” he shrugged, and (Y/N) gulped before she could answer him. After being Rafe’s friend with benefits for 5 months now, she didn’t think anyone would notice their relationship. They did everything in their power to keep themselves lowkey, but here JJ was; spilling everything.

“I won’t judge, you know,” he said, and gave her a sly smirk. “I get it if you like a kook.”

(Y/N) laughed nervously, and then proceeding to cup his face in her small hands. Her breath hitched at how adorable he looked in her hands, and she felt the urge to kiss his cheeks.

“I’m not even friends with him,” she rolled her eyes, and JJ swung his arms around her one more time, this time pulling her close. They stayed in silence for a few seconds before JJ pointed to a couple by the fire, saying a joke, and (Y/N) had laughed from the punchline.

She didn’t know it was the humour or the alcohol taking over after how many shots of vodka since the start of the party. Whatever it was, she truly enjoyed JJ’s presence; her childhood friend.

Rafe Cameron entered the party with a brunette girl he owed his father to bring, and he had never looked so miserable being in a party before. People looked at them as they made their entrance, and Rafe almost let out an annoyed groan knowing that people will talk about him and whatever the name of the girl was.

His eyes swept over the swarm of dancing bodies to look for a particular (H/C) haired girl, but she was nowhere to be seen. He sighed, continuing to walk to where they served the drinks.

“Thanks for bringing me here, Rafe,” the girl said, and Rafe nodded, not wanting to make any unnecessary conversation with her. He tried to negotiate with Ward, saying how the business will still go on without him having to take whoever this girl is to the party, but Ward had insisted him to do so, saying how he should think about making his family proud.

Rafe grunted, and his feet moved towards the backyard. He was glad the girl didn’t try to follow him after seeing her friends, and he didn’t think he would even talk to her if she did. He didn’t know what he want; he was just as confused as everyone else.

“You think so?”

His head perked up at the sound of her familiar voice, and Rafe found himself searching for her small figure. His eyes passed the couple making out by the fire, some pogue munching on a burger, someone preparing to jump into the pool and then -

Her. And JJ.

He crossed his arms, his eyes not leaving her as he watched her laughed again, her head tilting to one side. Every time Rafe would tell her a joke she would do the same thing, and Rafe felt a minor pang of hurt across his heart after knowing that she did the same with JJ as well.

“You know I would love to, J,” (Y/N) said, running her fingers through his blonde hair. “But your friends just don’t like me.”

“They do!” JJ insisted, “They just think you’re too intimidating. I don’t know what they’ll think about you if they know you’re with Rafe.”

Rafe raised his brows at the sound of his name, but before he could express a proper reaction, he heard her speak.

“JJ, enough with his name,” she groaned, “I don’t like Rafe, and I will never like him.”

Rafe almost laughed at this because god, who does she think she is? She was begging for him every time they did the ungodly activity, pulling his hair and leaving scratches behind his back. Rafe had to explain to Topper and Kelce how it was Sarah’s new kitten that had scratched him when they went out for surfing, and they didn’t even have any pets.

He listened intently again, getting more amused every second. Although he wanted to hear more of their conversation, he couldn’t deny the hurt coursing through his veins at the sound of her voice practically hating on him. He didn’t know if it was an act or if it was the truth, but he didn’t like anything about it.

“Then be with me,” JJ mumbled, and Rafe watched as she nervously laughed as if that was the funniest thing in the world. Rafe stayed quiet, wanting to hear her reply to that plea, and his heart was beating so fast.

“You’re cute,” she suddenly said, pressing a slow kiss against his cheeks again. “I’m so glad I have you in my life.”

Was that a yes? Or was that a no? Rafe cursed in his mind, not having a clue about the truth behind what she just said, and before he could process it further, the girl that he came here with tugged on his arms, catching his attention.

He clicked his tongue, “Yeah?”

“I want you to meet my friends,” she smiled, and proceeded to pull him to her group of friends who were waiting by the corner. Rafe tried to maintain his grim smile, trying to figure out how in the hell this girl did not notice the obvious signs that he was trying to show;

He was not interested.

“Here’s Rafe,” she exclaimed to her friends, and continued to introduce them to him. He smiled weakly at them, not really hearing their names, his mind wandering to a certain girl a distance away.

“Rafe?”

“Huh?” He looked at her again, “What is it?”

“They’re asking if you’re joining the truth or dare game in a few minutes,” she replied, and she had a look that wanted him to say yes.

“No,” he shrugged, and he watched as her shoulders slump. “But we can stay, I guess.”

She cheered, and Rafe used almost all of his energy not to mutter anything back, and followed her to the middle of the party where everyone started to gather for whatever middle school games they were planning to play.

He sat right next to hear, flicking his lighter on and off, not paying any attention towards his surrounding until she heard the familiar laugh again.

(Y/N) giggled at something JJ had said, walking towards the circle and sitting opposite of Rafe. They didn’t notice his presence, being too caught up with each other, and Rafe watched as she laughed again. He gritted his teeth.

“Who’s playing?” A voice suddenly spoke, and Rafe assumed him to be the host of the party. He thought of how the party sucks and he could hold a better party than this, but when she saw (Y/N) saying that she will be playing, he knew he had to be in the same game as her too.

“I’m playing,” he said, and watched as the people around him stared at him. (Y/N)’s eyes widened at the voice and she quickly looked at his direction, and he watched as she tried to contain her shocked expression.

“Okay, we have enough people playing,” the host said, “We’ll start with. . . John B, wanna choose first?”

“Yeah,” John B sat up straighter, looking around the circle until his eyes landed on his best friend. “JJ, truth or dare.”

JJ put on the smirk Rafe hates, “Easy. Truth.”

The crowd groaned and some booed, but JJ still had the smirk on his face, yelling to the crowd that he was just trying to calm everyone’s nerves.

“Okay,” John B rubbed his hands together, “Who would you like to fuck in this room?”

The room fell silent as their attentions were on JJ, and JJ laughed before replying the question.

“Seriously? I thought you’re going to ask for my bank account or something, not that I have money in it. But (Y/N). I’ll fuck (Y/N).”

Rafe found himself gritting his teeth, staring straight at the girl who was also staring back at him. She had a teasing smile on her face and Rafe had to stop himself from pulling her out of this goddamn party and into his car.

“I’ll go with (Y/N). Truth or dare?”

He watched her again, his heartbeat quickening.

“Dare,” she shrugged, and the crowd cheered, finally getting any actions they were craving since the start of the party. Rafe sat up straight, wanting to see to what extend she would do something, and he would be lying if he says he wasn’t nervous.

“I dare you to kiss the hottest person in the room.”

(Y/N) stood up from her seat, walking away from JJ and towards Rafe. He widened his eyes, not sure if she would actually do it or if she was messing with him, but she was clearly walking towards him and everyone knows it.

She leaned onto him and Rafe swore he could feel his heart stopping. He could smell her scent now; that goddamn cupcake smell he loves so much.

“You’re drooling,” she whispered, and turned on her heels.

She proceeded to return back to her position and kissed JJ with all of her heart and the crowd cheered, but Rafe was trying to calm himself down. He felt his anger rising, being humiliated just like that in front of everyone.

He stood up, ignoring the girl beside him’s questions and continued to walk upstairs, leaving the stupid game downstairs to smoke and probably snort some coke in his pocket. He didn’t know anyone here that much, being in a party outside of Kooksville and only knowing the pogues, but he’s not friends with them so he was totally alone in this case.

He entered a guest bedroom and proceeded to climb onto the bed, taking out his stash and unfolding a dollar from his back pocket.

“Hey.”

Rafe jumped to his feet, shocked to his core from the sudden voice, but he relaxed when he saw (Y/N), though he didn’t show it. He continued to separate the powder into lines, rubbing his nose a few times.

“Where’s the boyfriend?” He asked, sniffing and lowering his head to inhale the intoxicating substance. He threw his head back, feeling warm, and looked at her again.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, being questioned with “where’s the boyfriend?” almost two times now on the same night, and crossed her arms.

“You have no power to be mad at me, Rafe,” she said, and walked closer to him. He watched as she leaned onto him like she did downstairs a few minutes ago, “You’re not my fucking boyfriend, and you know it.”

Rafe laughed, his head getting woozy, but he couldn’t deny the amusement he was feeling at that time, and god he felt like doing the most filthiest things to her.

“And if I want to fuck JJ,” she continued, her face so close to him that her voice was just above a whisper, “Then I’m allowed to.”

“Oh yeah?” He raised his eyebrows, and he stared into her eyes with a smirk tugging on his lips. “You wanna fuck him? He can fuck you better than I can?”

Her breath hitched as he trailed his pointer along her soft cheeks from the temple, and he whispered again, this time with his face so close she could feel the heat from his breathing.

“I’m asking, baby, can he?”

One thing that (Y/N) hate was being challenged, and the look that Rafe gave her fit that exact meaning.

Before she could mutter anything else he attached their lips, moving so fast she didn’t have time to catch a breath. He pushed her over so her back was against the bed, her chest heaving, and Rafe had never looked prouder when he saw her in that state.

“Wanna be a bitch again?”

“Maybe,” she answered, with that twinkling in her eyes.

“Wrong answer,” he replied, and kissed her roughly again, hearing her moans and her fingers pulling on his already unkept hair, making them more messier. He groaned when he felt her biting on his lips, knowing that he would have to create a new lie to Topper and Kelce on why his lips are all bruised.

He pulled her apart again, this time with both of their chests heaving, and Rafe swore he had never looked at someone more beautiful than the girl before him. His eyes trailed down to her chest, seeing her breast all pushed up and her nipples hard against the cold air.

He licked his teeth, “No bra?”

“No-pe,” she giggled, emphasising on the ‘ope’. She inched closer to his ear, “Making it easy for you.”

“Thanks, baby,” he replied before kissing her fully on her lips again, and slowly going down to her core. He placed his wet kisses from her neck to her stomach and down to the aching heat as she arched her back from the tingling feeling, placing her palm against her mouth to silence herself.

He continued to place soft kisses on the outer side of her pussy, his member hardening when he could see the wet mark on her panties. He watched as she bit her lips, closing her eyes from just the kisses.

“Beg,” he whispered, and (Y/N) looked up from her laying position, feeling like dying at the slow reaction from him. She groaned, desperate for her release, and bit her lips.

“Please, Rafe,” she begged, withering as he ran his fingers along her thighs. “Please, baby, I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

Before she could prepare herself he dipped in, collecting her juices with hid tongue and flicking back and forth on her clit. She couldn’t contain her voice anymore, whimpering and moaning his name as he continued to please her, liking the way she was so submissive under his touch.

Just like putty.

“Oh my god, you’re amazing,” she gasped, gripping onto the sheets with her fingers. “I’m close, Rafe, oh my god.”

He chuckled against her core, sending vibrations throughout her body and causing her to yell from the overwhelming pleasure, gripping on the sheets even harder she could feel it coming undone from the mattress. She could feel the familiar euphoric feeling inside of her stomach and arched her back to reach it, until-

“Rafe!”

“Huh?” He looked up to her, innocently wiping his mouth with the back of his hands as he crawled back go her. He gave her a smile, “What’s wrong baby?”

“I was so close,” she answered, with tears in her eyes. Rafe tutted, using his thumb to wipe a tear that escaped, and proceeded to press the thumb on her clit, causing her to jerk upwards in shock.

“You’re okay, baby?”

“You’re a dick,” she answered, and jerked again as he pressed his thumb into her one more time. “The biggest dickhead I’ve ever met.”

“Yeah?” He raised his brow, and placed a soft kiss against her lips. “Should I go then?”

He made a move to go away and without any shame she pulled his by his wrist back, not letting go until he chuckled, placing himself before her again.

“Answer me one question,” he whispered, and tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. “Me or JJ.”

“You.”

“Who?”

“You, Rafe.”

“Not my name,” he said in a sing-song voice, and proceeded to fake-yawn.

“You, daddy.”

He watched her with a smile on his face, leaning closer and pressing a kiss ok her cheeks one more time. “And will you be good to me?”

“Yes, daddy.”

Rafe was harder than ever, he could basically cum just by seeing her all worked up under him. His breathing was heavy, and he wanted nothing more than to fuck the girl before him.

“Okay, then,” he sighed, and before she could process anything he turned her over, exposing her ass to the air as the skirt she wore rode up to her waist, and (Y/N) felt a rush of cold against nipping on her skin.

She yelped as she felt his palm made contact with her cheeks, spreading his fingers and massaging them right after. He liked the colour of her skin now, all red, just because of him.

He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his boxers down, letting his member springing free and watched as his precum pooled on his tip, and quickly positioned himself before her.

“Please,” she begged, and that was enough for Rafe to push into her, closing his eyes and muttering a curse word while he felt her closing on him.

“Fuck, so good for me, baby,” he swore, fastening hid movements. The girl was practically screaming under him, and he had to place his hands against his mouth to keep her shut. He groaned, feeling the warm feeling inside him growing.

“Shut up, you bitch.”

She moaned at his words, taking a liking at the way he downgrades her since the first they had sex, and pulled on his hair as she tried to comprehend the euphoric feeling inside her.

“I’m close,” she warned, tugging on his back as he pushed into her, this time with a faster speed than before. “Fuck, I’m so close, baby-”

“Cum and I’ll fucking kill you,” he groaned, pushing himself into her that he ended up balls-deep, watching her scrunched up face trying to take his full length. He grunted, feeling his own end nearing, and getting ready to pull out.

“Fuck!” He yelled, aiming his penis at her face as he shot his load, and she could feel the hot leaks dripping off her face down to her neck. She didn’t reach her high, not wanting to disobey Rafe before, and she felt like crying her hardest.

“You’re crying now?” He laughed, cupping his face with his hands and watched as his cum dripped from her eyebrows down to her eyes, and he took the chance to clean them using his fingers before placing them before her eyes.

“Suck.”

“Fuck you,” she said, her eyes glassy.

“I said,” he leaned closer, placing his knee against her core and watched her jerked again, “Suck.”

She gritted her teeth and took his fingers into her mouth, tasting him and making lewd noises. Rafe watched her with his mouth slightly parted, his eyes a shade darker.

“You’ve been a good girl, princess,” he smiled, and made a move to hold her. She pushed his hands away and he laughed, “Tell me what do you want.”

“I want you to fuck off.”

“Really?”

She bit her lips, not wanting to answer his question. In truth, she wanted nothing but for him to fuck her like it was their last day on earth.

“You still want me to fuck off when I do-” he inserted a finger inside her and she grunted, “This?”

“Y-yeah,” she answered, biting her lips.

“Are you sure? Even when I do-” he inserted another finger, “This?”

“F-fuck, yeah,” she gripped the sheets, feeling the familiar feeing knotting in her stomach again for the third time.

“Really?” He sighed, and took his fingers out, pretending to wipe them on his shirt. “Guess I’ll go. Respect the lady, you know?”

“Fuck you,” she said, and Rafe chuckled when she took ahold of his fingers and inserting them into her by herself, arching herself at the feeing she’ve been craving since forever.

Rafe bit his lips, watching her guiding his fingers and he wished he had his phone with him so that he could record this moment and watch them over and over again.

“Close, baby?”

“Mhm,” she hummed, thrusting against his fingers. Rafe sucked in a breath, hearing her moans, and before he knew it she released himself against his fingers, screaming his name as she reached her high.

He laid himself beside her, staring at the ceiling as they tried to catch their breaths again. (Y/N) turned to look at him, and when he noticed she was looking at him he turned his head to her in the same way, so they were both staring at each other.

“You’re still an asshole.”

“I know.”

“And I hate you.”

“I know,” he smiled, and god, (Y/N) never had a stronger will to slap that stupid smile from his face.

“You love me though,” he suddenly said, and (Y/N) turned to look at him again.

“God, you’re full of yourself.”

“You just don’t want to accept the truth, (Y/L/N).”

“Whatever,” she got up, searching for her discarded panties and fixing her fallen top and skirt. She ran her fingers through her hair to disentangle them before making her way towards the door, only stopping to look at him before she could return to the booming music.

“See you tomorrow?”

“See you tomorrow.”

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scenesofobx · 2 years

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Misread Situations

Part 1

Summary: Your boyfriend gets jealous when he sees you catching up with a friend and he doesn't react well, at all.

AN: Thought I needed a Canon Rafe fic for some realism. This series won't encourage toxic and abusive relationships, but instead show how leaving them is an important step to make, a difficult but an important one.

Warnings: mentions of violence, punching, choking, manipulation, abuse, bruises

Word Count: 2.7k

I had been dating Rafe Cameron for three months now. He came from a rich and powerful family, he never had to work as hard as others on the island. Now, I'm not judging him, I had the same luxury that he did. My father was good friends and business parters with Ward and my mother was best friends with Rose, and would often help her out with interior decorating for her show houses. My parents worked hard to provide me with the opportunities that they never got to have while growing up and I was thankful for them.

The Cameron's and the Y/L/N's were two families with strong ties bonding them together. It was destined in the stars for Rafe and I to get together at some point to "continue the legacy" as Ward had put it.

When I got together with Rafe, everything was perfect. He was always gentle and kind with me, well almost always... let's just say that he had one hell of a short fuse.

When we'd started dating his temper had been kept under wraps and it'd stayed that way until one night at the boneyard when the infamous JJ Maybank and I were catching up.

If there's one thing you should know about me, it's that while my boyfriend hated the Pogues with every fibre of his very Kooky being, I didn't mind them, you could even call the Pogues and I friends. Kiara and I were good friends. Her, Sarah and I had all been best friends during her Kook year at the academy, when they had their falling out I refused to choose sides and thankfully neither of them minded. Sarah and I were best friends, we told each other everything, had weekly sleepovers where we'd sneak a bottle of wine into her room and watch 90's and early 2000's romcoms for hours on end. Sarah was the sister that I'd never had and Kie was too. I would meet Kie every Saturday to go surfing with her and the rest of the Pogues, which was something Rafe didn't like but he had quickly dropped the topic when I countered that I would stop surfing with them if he stopped playing golf with Topper and Kelce. He then magically agreed that we needed our own space on Saturday's to do what we wanted. Now it didn't mean that he wouldn't ask me a million questions when I got home but it meant I got some "me time" on Saturday's with my friends and I was grateful for that.

Anyway, back to the boneyard, J and I were catching up, joking about how I'd fallen off my board numerous times on our past Saturday session.

"Clealy you need beginners lessons if you're falling that many times in an hour" JJ said, laughing at the memory.

"Okay", I let out a short but humour filled laugh, "First of all.. ouch", I playfully punched his arm in reply to his playful sibling banter, "Second of all, I'm going to get you back next week, reclaim my spot on top!", I was confident to catch more waves than the blonde Pogue.

"I'll see it when I believe it Y/N//N!", he laughed at my silliness, I don't think he believes I could beat him and I mean fair, I didn't think I could either if I'm being honest but a little playful banter never hurt anybody... right?

Right?

Wrong.

Before my eyes had even witnessed what was going on and before my brain could fully register it, my boyfriend was on top of JJ, punching him continuously. JJ was of course fighting back, he wasn't one to back up from a fight.

When my brain had finally decided to function as it should, I started yelling, "Rafe, stop!", Kelce was holding me back, stopping me from physically getting involved.

"Please Rafe, come on...", I pleaded with him, desperation clear in my voice, and at that... the punching stopped, John B and Pope helped JJ up while Topper helped Rafe. Once he was up, Rafe walked over to me, not saying a word, yanking my arm harshly and leading us to his truck.

"Ouch Rafe, you're hurting me", I whispered, trying to free myself from his tight grip. He didn't budge.

When we at least reached the truck, he pushed me harshly against the door, I let out a small groan of pain at the action. I looked up at him, fear present in my eyes at how he could be so violent towards me, "I don't want you flirting with JJ again, you understand?"

"I- Rafe, what are you- what are you talking about? I was speaking to him, I never flirted!", I said with confusion laced in my voice at how he thought I was flirting, I wasn't and he didn't get to accuse me of it.

"I know what I saw Y/N!", his grip on my arm tightened, I winced at the pain.

"Clealy you don't because I wasn't flirting with him!", I was getting hurt now, both physically and emotionally. His grip on my arm was yet to loosen and I could feel a bruise forming.

"Are you trying to say that I'm lying to you? Huh?", he took his free hand and grabbed my neck tightly, "Is that what you're trying to say to me!?", his voice was increasing in volume with every word he spoke, he was getting all up in my face now too. I had never been as scared of anything as I was of him right now.

"I was jo- joking around with him. Rafe, we didn't... we didn't flirt, it was.... friendly banter... nothing more", I was struggling to speak properly with his painful grip on my neck.

"So you do think I'm lying, well that's great, that's fucking wonderful", his grip on my arm disappeared, but the pain lingered and it never once faltered. I let my hands fly up to neck, trying to forcibly remove his hand from around it. He had his other hand, the one that had previously been gripping my arm, running through his dishevelled hair, "My girlfriend jokes around with other guys and then calls me a liar, that's fucking perfect!", he slammed his hand on the truck, right next to my head, causing me to flinch.

"Rafe, you- you're scaring me!", my voice was barely above a whisper, I felt the air that remained in my lungs running out and with his ridiculously tight grasp I couldn't get much oxygen in. A tear rolled down my cheek, my emotions were on absolute full blast right now.

"Oh baby. I'm scaring you? Hmm? I'm so sorry then, how could I do such a thing?", his voice was dripping in utter sarcasm. He wiped away the tear that had fallen, the only kind thing he had done for the last fifteen minutes that I'd been in his presence.

I felt myself looking consciousness, I needed him to let go and I needed him to do it now, I just didn't know how to snap him out from this.

"I just- I can't get over the fact that you'd call me a liar, if anyone here is the liar it's you", his grip was even tighter than it had been before, "I clearly saw you flirting and you want to call it friendly banter, friendly my ass Y/N"

I then realised that the only way to get him to let go and for me to get away from him is to actually have to lie to him and tell him that he was right.

"You- You're right... I did flirt with JJ", my voice was barely audible now. My head was spinning and the world was getting blurier as time passed. I had multiple tears running down my cheeks now, I looked into his eyes, not recognising the person they belonged to but pleading with him to let me go regardless.

His grip on my neck completely faded, my cold hands softly positioned on my neck to remove some of the heat from the constant pressure that was put on it. I was coughing a lot, trying to get even a sliver of oxygen into my lungs.

"See baby, was it that difficult to admit?", now as much as I wanted to tell him to piss off, I couldn't, because then I'd be back in the same position I'd just removed myself from, so I played along with his psychotic game.

"No, it wasn't", I spoke as clearly as my body was allowing me to. I'd never been in this much physical pain before, I still felt like I couldn't breathe, my neck was on fire and my arm already had a bruise forming. I didn't even want to imagine what my neck looked like right now. I couldn't stop coughing, it was my body's natural reaction to having my airways cut off for so long. Before I knew it I was rushing to the nearby shrubs and expelling all of my stomachs contents. Rafe came up behind me and rubbed my back gently, "it's okay, you're going to be okay", I flinched at his touch and didn't even try to hide it, he noticed and decided to say something about it, to try clear his name of the awful thing he'd just done.

"I'm so sorry baby, I didn't mean to hurt you like that, you just... seeing you with him threw me off, you just infuriated me so much, I didn't mean to hurt you, I love you!", he was getting teary eyed now, someone get this man an Oscar, he clearly deserves it. I can't fathom how just a minute ago he was draining all form of life from my body and now he's saying that he didn't mean to do it, that he loved me.

"Rafe, I- I can't do this right now, I just- I gotta go home", I felt empty inside, lifeless, I wasn't thinking that clearly, not how I normally would but if I knew one thing, it's that I wanted to get as far away from him as possible.

"Okay... let me drop you at home", to say I was surprised that he didn't argue back is an understatement.

"No, um... it's fine, I'll grab a lift with Sarah"

"Okay, just... be safe, alright?"

"I will be", 'as long as you're not around' is what I wanted to add but I thought twice about that and decided to just be short so I could leave. I started walking away from him but I felt a hand grip my own, I was spun around and he placed a kiss to my cheek.

"I love you Y/N/N"

"... I love you too", I did, that's the fucked up thing, I did love him but right now my hate for him outshone that.

At that I turned around and walked away, when I got far away enough from his watchful eye, I wiped my cheek with my hoodie's sleeve, trying to rid myself of any thought of him. I pulled the hood of my hoodie up and tightened the strings, trying to hide the evidence of what had happened in the time what I was gone.

When I got back to the boneyard, only the main 4 Pogues and Sarah were left. I thought of asking Sarah to drop me at home but I knew she would probably convince me to stay at hers and that's the last thing I wanted, and if I'm being honest, I didn't want to face even the sliver of a chance that my parents were awake and would see the bruises.

"Hey, I thought you left with Rafe", Sarah questioned.

"Hey... no, I, uh- I didn't. We um, we had a fight so..."

"Oh, I'm so sorry love", Sarah pulled me into a warm, comforting hug.

"Thanks honey", I pulled back from the hug and smiled at her.

"You need a ride home?"

"No, all good. Thank you, though! I'm just going to crash at Kie's"

"Alright, let me know if you need anything, yeah?"

"Yeah, promise."

"Love you Y/N/N"

"Love you too buttercup" I called her by the nickname she's called others numerous times.

At that, she let out a small laugh and started walked away.

"Oh Sarah!", I called out after her, she turned around with a questioning look on her face, prompting me to continue, "if Rafe asks, please say that you're not sure where I am"

Her eyebrows shot up, she knew whatever the fight was about was bad, really bad if I didn't want him finding me, she simply nodded and gave me a half smile. She turned around and headed home.

I walked up to sit on the logs beside the bonfire, or what was left of it at least. I sat right next to Kie, she rested her head on my shoulder and whispered, "You're welcome to stay with me as long as you need", she could read me like a book, I guess that's what many years of friendship does. "Thanks Kie" I rested my head on top of hers.

"You okay Y/N/N? The way Rafe grabbed you had me worried", JJ broke the silence that had settled around the fire.

"Yeah... I'm okay", I cleared my throat to stop the tears that were begging to fall, "Thank you J!"

"Of course"

"So, you crashing at the chateau with us?", John B asked me.

"Yeah, if you're cool with that", I was really hoping he was.

"You're always welcome, you know that!", his usual warm and comforting smile was present on his face.

"I really appreciative that", I smiled back at him, it was smaller, but it was there.

The boys put the fire out and gathered the kegs while Kie and I took two trash bags and cleared up all of the empty red cups that were scattered across the boneyard.

When we were done we walked back to the chateau, John B took his room (well his dad's), Kie and I took what JJ had made his room and Pope and JJ took the pullout.

One thing I never thought about is how Kie and I weren't shy, we'd get dressed around each other all the time, we had all our lives. So when I took my pants, hoodie and t-shirt off leaving me in just my bra and underwear, I'd forgotten about the quick forming handprint shaped bruises on my arm and neck.

"What the fuck?", Kie basically yelled out.

"What?", I asked confused as to what she was so shocked about.

"Your neck... did Rafe do that?"

My eyes went wide and my hands flew to my neck trying to hide what he had done.

"I- no, I-", I tried to come up with an excuse, I was scouring my brain for one but I kept coming up blank.

"Y/N/N...", she came up to come me and gently pulled me into the most comforting, emotion filled hug I think I've had in my entire life.

I had no defence, I couldn't find anything to point the finger at anyone but Rafe, he had the motive to do this, he'd seen me (his girlfriend) talking to a guy who wasn't him, a guy who was known to have quite the flirtatious history with people of the opposite sex. People saw him harshly yank me away from the boneyard and now when I'd come back about half an hour later, I was covered in bruises in the shape of his hand. So I didn't, I didn't defend him. I never felt the desire to defend his actions or to accept his half-assed apology.

I just let Kie hug me, she helped me into a oversized shirt of JJ's so I could sleep comfortably. I took my bra off through the sleeves of the shirt, Kie doing the same, except Kie had actual pajamas here, she knew she'd be staying over, I on the other hand of course didn't, I expected to be in my boyfriend's bed, in his arms, sleeping peacefully while he snored beside me. Instead I had Kie's soft snores to lull me to sleep and while I was beyond mad at my boyfriend, hurt in more ways than one, I still wished that the person beside me right now was him, and that terrified me.

Part 2 will be posted next week <3

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lottiebagleywritesobx · 3 years

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Girls like you

THE POOL

JJ Maybank wasn't really sure why the Y/L/N family had hired him to clean out their pool when summer started. They seemed to like him around the hotel when they went for meals but he wasn't exactly qualified, he wasn't complaining though, they tip well and it couldn't be that hard.

His only problem was Y/N.

They never got on well. She was friends with Kie in her kook year, who even went as far as to dub her 'the only kook who doesn't make me want to gauge my eyes out', so she knew the pogues from around although they'd grown apart the girls shared no bad blood and always stopped to catch up when they saw each other around.

He was in the middle of raking the leaves from the large pool when he saw her. She was crossing the garden from the large mansion, clad in a bikini with sunglasses perched on the end of her nose. JJ hates how good she looks, her curves perfectly on display and a confident aura around her.

She's got headphones in, he notices as she saunters closer.

"Hi princess," He smirks, watching as she rolls her eyes

"I'm not your princess. How long are you gonna be?" She questions, settling onto one of the sun loungers next to the pool

"An hour or so," JJ states

"Well, could you do it quietly I'm hungover and I wanna just relax," She states, slipping the second headphone back into her ear before he can reply.

He cleans, unaware of her watching him from behind the glasses as she sips on her bottle of cold water. She would never tell anyone but watching him work, his muscles tensing and untensing under his vest shirt, a light sweat from the hot summer day on his skin, she couldn't help herself from thinking he looked good.

He would definitely admit to John B that he thought she looked fit. Her breasts spilling out of her bikini top a little and the barely there thong bottom's high cut making her legs look excruciatingly long. He'd probably make some crude jokes about hate sex being way more fun. He wouldn't admit though, to finding something very comforting about her presence, and finding the way she hummed along to whatever she was listening too adorable.

It's a further 40 minutes, JJ is trying to work out how to get the pool vaccuum to turn on, when her phone rings loudly.

"Hey Sare," Her voice speaks. JJ figures quickly it's Sarah Cameron, the pair are practically inseparable and the whole island knows it.

He half listens to her side of the conversation, more out of boredom than interest.

"No, babes, I love you and all but I really don't wanna. The last million times I've seen Rafe he's been so weird and creepy and I don't wanna be alone with him,"

JJ doesn't know why the comment angers him so much. Why does he even care if Rafe is clearly trying to pull her? It's none of his business. Yet, he can feel his blood boiling at the thought.

"No Sar, if I go and you have to stay with me then you can't go and be with Topper,"

She's silent for a few minutes before sighing "Fine. Fine, I'll come. See you in a minute. Bring me some shorts, I'm in the garden and can't be arsed to go upstairs and find some. You owe me forever,"

JJ wants to scream. Wants to tell her she shouldn't go if she feels uncomfortable around Kelce. He wishes Kie were here, maybe she could talk her into staying where she felt safe. Maybe she would be able to explain why JJ even gives a shit.

"Maybank," She states, he looks up, trying to act like he hasn't been listening. "I'm going out. You'll be the only one here," She informs

"Okay," He nods.

"My keys are on the kitchen counter, lock up when you're done and I'll just grab them from you at the hotel,"

"All right," He agrees

"When will you be there?" She questions, looking at him like he's an idiot. He groans internally, obviously she needed to know that.

"Tomorrow, 2 until closing,"

'"I'll swing by around 4," She informs. He nods, trying not to stare at her as she lets her hair down from the ponytail it had been in, shaking it out. A car honks outside and she turns, walking up the garden towards the side gates, turning a few metres away,

"Oh, there's an envelope on the kitchen counter with your tip in," She adds

"Thanks. Goodbye princess," He smiles,

"Still not your princess," she shouts back, turning and disappearing round the corner.

THE CAR

JJ felt a lot more in his element when her dad had called him asking if he could fix her car. He hadn't specified it was his eldest daughters, and JJ knew the family owned 7 cards despite only 3 of them even being able to drive.

JJ recognised it though, a white convertible porsche, he'd seen her driving it around before. Wether she was blasting music with the roof down singing with Sarah, picking up a take out from the wreck, driving around in the middle of the night, she'd even given Kie a lift to the Chateau before. He realised that he always seemed to notice her presence.

He was working in the family's garage, the bonnet popped open and grease all over him. It was an easy fix, if a little fiddly.

He jumped out of his skin when the door burst open. He is immediately taken aback by how good she looks. Clad in a tight black skirt that is ridiculously short, heels and a tight black V neck top with a lace trim around the neck. Her hair falls in bouncy curls around her shoulders and her makeup looks perfect. He would have sworn on everything he'd never seen anyone look so beautiful.

"You're a boy," The girl states.

"Good job noticing that one princess," JJ smirks, she rolls her eyes.

"I have a date and Sarah is being so unhelpful, can you help me pick a top?" She questions, he gulps, nodding.

"Okay, so this is option 1,"

"It looks good,"

"Right. But is it sexy? Do you look at me and think I wanna slam her against a wall and rail her?"

His eyes widen a little, that's one way of putting it he decides.

"Look, I'm your families help, I shouldn't be answering that,"

"Like I care Maybank," She groans, exasperated.

"Okay fine, I look at you in that and I think I wanna rip your clothes off,"

"Okay good. Option 2," She starts. JJ is shocked when she pulls her top off in front of him, without even turning around. He turns around, although not without taking a mental picture of her boobs being pushed up in a red lace bra. "Who knew you were a prude?"

"Just respecting you princess," He comments

"You've seen me in a bikini, what's the difference?" She questions, he stays silent having no quick comment to respond with. "I'm dressed," She states

He turns back around, she looks good, a forest green top made of satin.

"The first one is sexy, that one is cute,"

"Thanks JJ, oh, and hey, thanks for fixing my car,"

"Uh. Yeah, anytime,"

THE SUMMER HOUSE

JJ was happy to paint the summer house. He claimed to his friends it was just because they way over paid and tipped big. In reality it was because for three days straight he would get to catch glimpses of her. And he did.

He saw her when she swam in her pool.

He saw her when she played in the garden with her little sister.

He saw her when she cloud gazed with Sarah Cameron.

The best times he got to see her though, were when she would bring him stuff. Every so often she'd knock on the open door to the summer house, sometimes with water, sometimes with snacks, a few times even with a beer. A couple of times she stopped and made small talk, one time she even smeared paint on his cheek and giggled as he chased her through the garden.

He enters the kitchen, used to how the family worked now. An envelope of money waiting on the kitchen counter, they always seemed to be coming and going so it was easier.

He was shocked to see her in the kitchen, she's scrolling on her phone sipping on what looks to be an iced coffee

"Oh, hey JJ," She smiles

"Hey, I'm done," he informs, she nods, watching as he picks up the envelope "So, I'll be seeing you around,"

"Did you want a lift?" She questions, he looks at her slightly confused "I just noticed your bike wasn't here and it's kinda late to be walking back. It's a long walk,"

"You really don't have to princess,"

"Honestly, it's fine," she assures, jumping up and grabbing her keys before heading towards the garage.

She wasn't sure when she stopped hating JJ Maybank, wasn't sure when she started noticing little things like the blue in his eyes and which snapback he was wearing and how tired he looked. She wasn't sure when the sight of his bike in the driveway started giving her butterflies.

"So where is your bike?" She questions, the roof of the car is down and the wind blowing through her hair as she pulls out of the private estate her home is on.

"Didn't have enough fuel to get to yours and back," He shrugs

"Why didn't you just-" She cuts herself off "Shit, I'm so sorry. That was insanely rude, I wasn't even thinking and-" He chuckles, watching as she splutters and blushes

"It's okay. Life is different on the cut I can understand how a kook princess wouldn't get it," He shrugs, she nods, still not sure what to say.

"Y'know my life isn't perfect," She comments, he scoffs, unable to help himself. "I'm not kidding. It's privileged as fuck, I know that, but it's not perfect,"

"Go on then princess, what's so shit?" He doesn't mean for it to sound so harsh, he's genuinely curious

"My parents, they have basically planned my entire life, down to where I'll go to college, what sorority I'll be in, where I'll work my summer internship, who I'll marry, where I'll get married, which big kook house I'll live in, at what age I'll have to give up my career, which has been decided for me by them, to start trying for babies. It's 24 by the way so in 8 years. My whole life is decided and I don't want it. I wanna go on a trip around the world and surf and travel and explore. I wanna fall in love and get my heartbroken again and again until I find the right guy. I wanna live in a New York apartment and I wanna see the world. I don't wanna marry Rafe Cameron just cause our mothers are friends. I mean he's literally scary and harasses me and acts like even though I'm 16 I shouldn't have a choice cause one day he'll father my kids. And no one gets it, none of my friends, not even my best friend. The only person who ever understood why it was so shit was Kie and then she left, she left and lives her life and it's fun and exciting and anything could happen. I don't hate her for it but it fucking sucks that she left me miserable. I'll be miserable living my planned out life and then I'll die. Yeah, I have money and that's fucking great, but my life is far from perfect,"

JJ sits in a stunned silence. He's not really sure what to say. Their problems were very different but hers were just as shitty. He feels like he's seeing her in a whole new light.

"Sorry. I shouldn't have said that. I don't tell people that and we barely no each other," She mutters, not wanting to look at him

"Where would you go first?" His question surprised her

"On my fictitious surf trip?" She questions, he nods "Europe, Spain I think,"

They sit in silence the rest of the way, it's not awkward though, both of them feel comforted by each other presence. He gives her instructions to the chateau.

"We are probably gonna drink some beers and smoke. You wanna stay? You could crash here and drive home in the morning," JJ offers

"I can't. My family are having dinner at the hotel. Thanks though," She smiles gently

"Yeah. Uh, I hope it's not too shit. Thanks for the ride princess,"

He climbs out of the car, his friends who sit on the porch immediately calling out to him, they're all laughing and teasing him about his lift home and when he looks back he almost thinks he sees a look of longing in her eyes before she's reversing out of the chateau.

THE BOAT

"Can you fix it?" She questions. JJ Maybank has never seen her look nervous before.

It was only 6:30 AM when she'd started banging on the door to the Chateau, tears in her eyes and panic on her face hoping JJ would be here. John B had pulled the door open, half asleep and groaning a little at the bright sunlight. He'd let her into the small home and disappeared to wake JJ up. John B opted not to put too much thought into the way the minute her name was said JJ leaped out of bed and shoved into the living area, the way his hands cupped her cheeks to see if she was okay, the way he was calling her princess as he tried to calm down her hiccuping tears.

"I can fix it," He confirms. They're standing on the deck of her families boat "It's an easy fix princess, okay? don't even worry," He speaks in a comforting tone

"Thank you JJ,"

"No worries. It'll take me a while, you got anywhere to be?"

"No. Well yes, a breakfast thing with the Cameron's but it's at my house and I can't exactly show up without the boat so,"

"So you're hiding out here all day?" JJ questions

"Well, I don't wanna intrude. I can go and hang out at the beach,"

"Don't talk nonsense, you can hang here. C'mon, I need to be down the bottom with the engine, you can sit and entertain me,"

She watches intently as he works, now that he's not working at her house he hasn't bothered with a shirt, instead just wearing shorts and his infamous red baseball cap. He glances at her occasionally, her makeup streaky from crying and wearing a short white dress.

"So, wanna tell me what happened?" He questions

"Not really," She admits, he nods and she sighs before beginning to explain"Rafe wanted to go boating late and then it all went wrong and then we got the boat to the nearest dock, hence why we are in the middle of nowhere, and he said he was going to call someone to get a lift and it was rainy so I was waiting in here. It had been a while so I went outside to check on him and he was gone. I didn't know what to do. Dad would kill me for breaking the boat, do I just kinda figured I'd walk to yours and hopefully you would no how to fix it. Then I realised I have no clue where you live so I walked to John B's and hoped for the best,"

"He just left you in the middle of nowhere alone?" JJ doesn't know why he's so mad, they were hardly even friends

"Yeah. He texted me to let me know it was cause he's already in shit with his dad and didn't wanna go down for breaking my family's boat," She shrugs, JJ wants to go and find Rafe Cameron and beat his skull in.

"Look, a girl like you deserves someone who would treat them a million times better than that,"

"I always thought you hated me," She admits

"So did I, until this summer I kinda did," He shrugs

"What changed?" She asks, the question is so vulnerable he can't help himself from looking at her

"You aren't what I thought you'd be," He admits, she nods slowly

"How should a girl like me be treated?" She questions

"Like they're the only thing on earth," He's not really sure why he's so openly telling her how he feels but it feels too late now

"Is that how you'd treat me Maybank?"

"Girls like you don't date boys like me," He shrugs, turning quickly back to what he's doing, not wanting her to recognise the disappointment on his face.

THE PARTY

It was no secret her family hosted a big formal party on the 10th of July every year, her parents wedding anniversary. JJ had waited the party the last 2 years and this summer was no different, he'd even managed to get John B and Pope a job too.

His heart had stopped when he saw her, her dress was the exact shade of blue as the sky and flowed beautifully down to her feet, her hair curled with the front pinned back, her makeup beautiful. She looked like an angel approaching him and god why did she have to look so perfect.

"Hey JJ," She smiles, grabbing a glass of champagne from the tray he's holding "Could you do me a favour?"

"Of course," He agrees, expecting some job that needed doing for the party

"If you see Rafe and I'm on my own..." She trails off "I'm trying to avoid him, after the other day,"

It's three hours into the party when JJ grabs her hand, pulling her along behind him and away from Rafe who is clearly trying to catch her alone. He pulls her into a small cupboard slamming the door closed behind him and locking it.

"What was that about?"

"Rafe," He shrugs, he didn't outwardly say he'd been watching her all night to make sure he could look out for her. He also didn't say he would have been watching her all night even if she hadn't asked him too.

"JJ, you know how your coming over next week to fix that one door that you can't open from inside the cupboard?" She question

"Yeah," He states, peering out of the key hole to see if Rafe is still looking for her

"Well, this is the cupboard,"

"Shit!" He shouts, pulling away from the door to face her. "Shit, it's your parents wedding anniversary and I got you locked in the cupboard,"

"It's alright," She shrugs "They hate each other most the time anyway,"

"Call someone to let you out,"

"Where on this dress did you think there was pockets, you call someone,"

"My phone is in the twinkie,"

"The what?"

"John B's car," JJ sighs. "Fuck princess, I'm so sorry," He groans

"It's fine. Sarah will come looking for me eventually," She shrugs. He nods, watching as she sits down on the ground, patting the space next to her.

He obliges, sitting next to her, knees touching in the tight space.

"You look nice tonight, I like the shirt and tie," She compliments, he can feel himself blush and is glad the cupboard is dark enough she probably can't see it.

"Y'know what you said on the boat the other day?" She questions, he immediately knows what she's referring too "About how girls like me don't date boys like you,"

"Yeah," He confirms

"Why is that?" She questions quietly

"I couldn't make you happy princess. Your parents would hate me. I couldn't take you on the fancy dates you're used to. You wouldn't be happy,"

"My parents love you, they think you're resourceful and hard working. I hate the stuffy dates figure 8 boys take me on," She informs, he laughs a little at that. "Besides, you already make me happy. I'm just saying Maybank, if you don't wanna date me just say it, don't try and put it on me,"

JJ isn't really sure how to react. How to explain he desperately wanted to date her, wanted her to be his girl and wanted to shower her in love and adoration. He isn't sure how to tell her that by inadvertently telling him she wanted to date him she had made him the happiest man on earth. He's not really great with words and it all feels too hard to say.

So, instead, he turns slightly, taking her face in his hands and pulling her to him, his lips crashing against hers and somehow she knows everything he wanted to say.

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harryschicagooutfit · 3 years

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Confessions

Word count: 1.7k

A/N: Hi y’all. First off, thank you for all the love on my first post. 100+ notes, my heart is bursting. Will be working on a part 2 because someone requested. I love writing for Rafe, but he’s kind of draining so I’m gonna take a break from that for a second. Anyways, this is FLUFF the house down. I’m in a lovey dovey mood right now sorry not sorry. JJ Maybank, please fall in love with me. K thanks enjoy.

y/f/I means your first initial btw hehe

Boyfriend!JJ x fem!reader

Y/N’s POV:

I sit on my bed, laying on my stomach as I bathe in the sunshine that’s graciously shining through my curtains. I flip through the pages of some summer reading book before I hear a knock at the front door.

“I got it!” I yell, not even sure who is home or who would be knocking on my door. I’m hoping its JJ.

I trot down the stairs, letting myself grab onto the railing so I’m careful not to slip and fall. I can see his truck parked on the street outside my house and I feel my heart skip a beat. I walk a little faster, practically running to the door to swing it open. It reveals a familiar handsome blonde with a shit eating grin plastered on his face.

“Well, hello there.” I say with a bit of tease in my voice, bowing to him. “To what do I owe the pleasure.”

“Oh, you know, just in the neighborhood, wanted to stop by.” JJ replies. I quirk an eyebrow at him, knowing that’s a lie.

“Why on earth would you be in kooklandia? For fun?” I say, referring to the fact that we were on figure 8, where I live with my mom. He sighs with a light laugh.

“Ok maybe I lied. I have something for you. Wanna let me in? Its boiling out here.” He tells me. I grab his hand and pull him inside, closing the door behind him. I pull him into a hug, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him close to me. Subconsciously, I breathe him in. JJ always smells like one of three things. Weed, grass, or cologne. Today, it’s a mixture of all three.

“Are you smelling me?” He questions, his chest rumbling against mine as he laughs at me.

“Maybe…” I admit, pulling back to look him in the eye.

“Weirdo.” He teases me, pinching my sides softly causing me to yelp a little. I slap his chest, my jaw dropping.

“Don’t be mean J! A girl can’t love the smell of her boyfriend?” I defend myself, scrunching my nose in aggravation.

“I’m just teasing darling. I love your smell too.” He relents, pecking my lips once, then another for good measure.

We stand there swaying for a moment before he lets his arms fall from my waist which cause me to pout unwillingly. He laughs at my need for constant physical connection and grabs my hand.

“C’mon. Told you I’ve got something for you.” He repeats, leading my upstairs and into my bedroom.

“Hope this is going where I think it’s going.” I half joke, smirking to myself as JJ turns around to catch me.

“Keep your dick in your pants, Y/N. I’m trying to be romantic. Now c’mere.” He laughs at my sexual eagerness.

I follow his order and sit criss cross adjacent from him on my freshly made bed, the same sunlight shining, now over his tan skin and blonde hair. I smile as I admire the pretty boy I have on my bed. How did I get so lucky?

“So……….” I drag on, waiting for him to begin. I can tell he was a little nervous.

“So. The other day, well, every day, I was doing some thinking.” He starts.

“That’s never good.” I joke. “Kidding.”

“Ha-ha. Very funny. Hush. It was good thinking.” He rolls his eyes at me, and I lean in to peck him before he starts again.

“I can’t get you out of my head. Like, for real, Y/N. You’re the first thing I think of in the morning and the last thing on my mind before bed. You make me feel things that no one ever has before. The butterflies in my stomach haven’t stopped flapping their stupid little wings since the day we met.” He takes a moment to pause while I giggle at his silly analogy.

“And that right there. That laugh, God, I wish I could record it and put it on a record player. Everything about you to me is seriously perfect. You are by the sweetest, most caring, lovable, bad ass, strong and dependable person I have ever met. Not to mention, you are too beautiful for words. I am left speechless when I look at you, for real.” He confesses. I can feel tears start to prick the corners of my eyes and he grabs one of my hands, kissing my knuckles to comfort me.

“I can go on, and honestly probably will. As we’ve gotten older, I’ve been able to sort out how I feel about you. I’m finally old enough to understand. I’ve got this love for you that I can’t control and definitely can’t keep to myself.” He explains. My heart skipped a beat at the L word. We hadn’t said it yet.

“I am so in love with you.” The words roll off both our tongues at the same time, like a perfectly coordinated confession. It felt right.

His smile grew wider than it already was, and he accidentally collided our foreheads as we both went into kiss. A wince left my mouth as he held his forehead, and then bursts of laughter erupted from both of us.

“We can’t even get our cheesy love confessions right, god damn it.” I joke.

He laughs, grabbing my face and kissing both my cheeks before landing a few on my lips, which are smushed together by his fingers that are sprawled across my face. He lets go and reaches into his back pocket, revealing a small black drawstring bag. My lips curl into a smile as he places the bag in my hands, motioning for me to open it. I pull the hole open, seeing a little gold flash at the bottom of the bag. I fish it out with my fingers, pulling it out and up to my face to analyze it. My jaw drops once I notice the details of the ring. It’s gold, perfectly my size, and it’s got a little tiny ‘J’ engraved to the front of it. With my jaw still practically on the floor, I look up to lock eyes with JJ again.

“Oh my god.” I exclaim. He takes the ring from me, grabbing my hand and sliding it on my ring finger for me. I watch carefully as his hands play with mine for a second before speaking up again.

“It fits perfectly, J.”

“Yeah. You like it?” He says, getting a little shy. He always gets nervous giving gifts because he doesn’t ever think they’ll be enough for me. I tell him all the time that I love his shells that he collects me because he thinks their “pretty like me” or a bandana he bought because he claims it brings out the color of my eyes. I have always been more about sentimental value than gaudy expensive gifts.

“It’s perfect. You. You are perfect.” I say, a little under my breath because I’m slightly blown away that he nailed a present like this. I lunge forward to tackle him in a hug, knocking us over on the bed with me on top of him. I begin to kiss all around his face, causing him to smile my favorite smile. I kiss both of his dimples before pulling away to admire his face for a second.

“And look.” He says, taking one of his hands from my back and holding it up to his face, showing me the matching ring, he got himself. It sits thick and proud on his pointer finger. His is silver, like most of his jewelry and there is an even bigger Y/F/I engraved right on the top of it. I let out a shy gasp, smiling at the gesture.

“We are just too cute. Now everyone will know!” I say with excitement. “I would hope they already know, the way we cling to each other in public it’d be dumb not to assume. You’re my girl, yanno. I want people to know.” He tells me, scanning my face as he pushes my hair out of my face.

“I love you, J.” I admit, for the second time today.

“I love you. That feels so good to say.” He lets out a sigh.

“Almost wanna shout it from the rooftops.” I joke.

He looks around the room, thinking something before swinging his legs off the bed and getting up, walking over the window in my room, leaning to open it.

“Dear Figure 8, I fucking LOVE Y/N Y/L/N.” He yells at the top of his lungs, earning some looks from old people walking their dogs.

I giggle, following him to the window and matching his energy.

“Hey! Everybody! I AM IN LOVE WITH JJ MAYBANK. I wanna have his kids!!!” I yell, almost louder, with a smile.

“No one cares!” An old grump man tries to yell back before starting to cough from the strain on his voice. His wife scowls at him and smiles up at my window, putting her hand to her heart, as if to tell us she’s proud.

“That’s what he gets for trying to hate on our love.” I tease, walking back to the edge of the bed.

“Wanna have my kids, huh?” JJ asks with a smirk, approaching me and letting his hands find my waist.

“Well duh. I wanna do it all with you, J. Let’s do it all. Marriage, honeymoon in Greece, travel the world, smoke every strain of weed and have crazy sex. That’s the goal.” I ramble, smiling as I think about all the future things we will be getting ourselves into.

“You, my love, were made for me. Let’s do it. Start with crazy sex though?” He jokes, kissing me and backing me up till I fall on the bed.

“Hmmm who can’t keep their dick in their pants now.” I tease, back calling to earlier.

He laughs and shuts up. His nose rubs against mine and he lets his eyelashes brush underneath my eyes.

“I love you.” He admits one last time.

God it feels good to be his.

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skylarcameron · 3 years

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soberest i’ve ever been|rafe cameron

it was summer, ridiculously hot and and outrageously humid, you sat on the bed of your best friend in the entire world, rafe cameron, waiting for him to get out of the shower. he was getting ready for a party, the second one this week. not that parties weren’t great or anything, most of them were sorta fun but rafe totally blew them out of proportion, especially with the whole coke thing.

you liked to think that all rafe’s thoughts were coke, tramps, sex, and his major daddy issues. you also like tell rafe that he was the chandler bing of the friend group minus the great jokes and good looks. although the good looks part wasn’t true. the really truth is that you had found yourself falling for mr cameron and you were falling hard. you thought you and rafe’s relationship was specifically and strictly platonic but you had this weird feeling that is was more.

don’t get me wrong, you had been in your fair share of relationships and flings while being best friends with rafe, but all of them ended. every single one. and you couldn’t find out why. of course most of them said it was because of the relationship you and rafe had. you two were like batman and robin, you needed each other. you guys were always teasing, fighting, and you felt that sometimes even flirting. your parents always said that you and rafe would get married someday but you always shook that off, there was no way you would end up with rafe, it just wasn’t reasonable. not after 15 years of being strictly best friends.

“helloooo, earth to dork”,rafe’s voice called you out of your trance of memories from the past. you snapped your head towards him. he was shirtless, his bottom half wrapped in a towel, and oh did he look good? of course you’ve seen rafe many times shirtless or in his underwear, but with his wet hair and water dripping down his chest, man that’s was an entirely different sight.

“i’ve been calling you for like 5 minutes, where’d ya go?”,rafe asked looking through his closet for something to wear.

“just thinking”,you replied shortly.

“about?”,he questioned, turning giving you a look.

“about how annoying you are”,you smiled. he playfully rolled your eyes, picking up a shirt off the ground and throwing it at you.

“ew rafe. clean your room dude”,you wrinkled your nose in disgust, throwing rafe’s dirty shirt off of you.

“no dude”,he mocked, picking up two shirts out of his closet and showing them to you.

“orange or green?”,he asked, waving them around from their hangers. you picked up your phone, snapping a picture of how cute he looked.

“y/n…you didn’t get my good side”,he whined.

“oh shut up. and wear the green, it brings out your eyes”,you replied, looking to your phone.

“aw i love how you notice”,he spoke in a girl voice.

“shut up”,you laughed. he chuckled, grabbing all of his other clothes necessities and walking to the bathroom.

“so your coming with me tonight, right?”,he questioned you as he changed with the door open but still where you couldn’t see him.

“uh i don’t know. i was kinda thinking about staying in tonight”,you confessed, making him come out the bathroom with his still shirtless torso and jeans.

“are you serious?”,he asked you with a pointed look. you shrugged innocently.

“i’m just not feeling up for a party”,you sighed.

“but y/n/n, you have to come. you’re my best friend, my wing woman, i need you. and you haven’t gotten fucked up in a really long time, it’s time for you to get out there again”,he told you, throwing on his green shirt.

“rafe”,you whined.

“y/n”,he whined back.

“no”,you said.

“yes”,he replied.

“no”,you growled.

“yes”,he challenged.

“no”,you crossed your arms.

“yes”,he crossed his.

“no”,you moaned sadly.

“yes”,he mocked doing the same voice. he looked at you softly, giving you the puppy eyes and pouty lip.

“please babe”,he pouted. you huffed, you could never resist him, how could you? you were in love with him.

“fine”,you agreed as he cheered, stepping back into the bathroom to do his hair.

“but i have to go get an outfit, so i’ll see you later”,you told him.

“okay. be safe. you need me to pick you up?”,he asked from the bathroom.

“nah, i’ll drive”,you replied and he gave you a simple “okay” back. and from there you walked down the stairs and out of the door of the cameron’s house and to your car to go to your own. man, did you love rafe cameron or what?

it had taken a couple hours for you to get ready. you had to straighten your hair, apply a little bit of makeup, and choose an outfit. it was pretty regular and natural of you to wear jeans and a cute shirt, but for some reason, something told you to step out the box. and you did, you grabbed a short black dress that hugged all your curves and slipped it right on. you smiled to your mirror, you looked phenomenal.

you sprayed on some perfume and grabbed your keys and headed out to your car. you put in the address of the house that rafe sent you, and started driving to the place, where you would face the craziest night of your life.

as you entered the house, the first thing you noticed was the smell of weed and beer. you looked around, watching as kids drank, smoked, grinded, and did whatever else they needed to keep them satisfied and away from all the problems of the real world. you walked through the house and out the back door where everybody mostly were. you spotted a few people like topper and kelce, who were you and rafe’s other friends when you weren’t hanging out with each other. you walked over to them.

“hi boys”,you cut in as they were talking. they looked at you with shocked faces, i guess the dress had worked.

“hi y/n, wow you look great”,topper complimented.

“yeah, you look so hot”,kelce confirmed. you laughed.

“thanks guys, so how’s the party feeling?”,you asked them.

“eh it’s alright, didn’t know you were coming though”,kelce answered. you playfully rolled your eyes.

“yeah well, rafe forced me. speaking of rafe, where is that dumb fuck?”,you asked your friends. they chuckled.

“he’s over there”,topper replied, pointed a little way behind them, where the green shirt wearing boy was standing talking to some girls.

“ah. well i’m gonna go let him know i made it, i’ll see you guys”,you nodded at them before walking a little further through the huge yard and over to where rafe had his back turned, talking to girls.

as you approached him, you simply wrapped your arms around his face, covering his eyes.

“guess who”,you said playfully.

“uh harry potter?”,he joked. you took your hands off his eyes and he spun around to face you.

“close”,you replied with a laugh but rafe simply stood there, face in complete shock.

“what?”,you asked.

“since when do you own a dress”,he questioned, eyeing you up and down. you rolled your eyes, hitting his shoulder.

“oh shut up”,you called. he laughed and so did you, both of you watching each other. he stopped first, smiling as he looked at you.

“you look gorgeous, y/n”,he spoke softly. you smiled up at him.

“thank you rafey”,you said. and he nodded, taking a look behind him to see that his posse was now gone.

“sorry about that”,you told him before he turned his head back around.

“nah don’t be, they were getting a little too close anyways. wanna drink?”,he smirked. you squinted.

“why not?”,you chorused. and he smiled, grabbing your hand and leading you to where all the bad decisions happened.

you were 5 shots in and totally messed up. you stood by rafe as people stood around the counter where you were having a contest with some girl who had challenged you and you made it your mission to show her who’s boss. people cheered as the next shot was poured, ready for you to down it.

you looked at the girl, who wore a sickly look on her face.

“just quit while you can sweetheart”,you smirked but she just shook her head. you laughed, downing another shot and lifting your hands up in triumph. everyone cheered around you, screaming your name.

the girl in front of you went to down her shot but instead gaged and ran away through the crowd, looking for what you suspected was a trash can or toilet. you cheered and so did everyone else and before you knew it, you were up on someone’s shoulders, being carried and applauded. you grinned, nothing could get better than this.

nothing could get worse than this, you felt pretty horrible. you had already puked your guts out and were now being carried by rafe into his house since he had to play designated driver. rafe had forced you to brush your teeth and wipe off your makeup because he knew how pissed you would be in the morning if you didn’t. he always knew the important stuff. he placed you on the bed, letting you sit drunkenly. although had pretty much vomited your liver out, you still were giddy. and the sight of rafe just made you even giddier.

“you sure did drink tonight, didn’t you slugger?”,he laughed. you smiled drunkenly.

“mmm”,you hummed. he walked over to his dresser, pulling you out a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. he walked over to you, sitting you up and pulling off you dress.

“hey, no peeks”,you laughed. he chuckled.

“mhm sure princess”,he smiled, pulling it off you and pulling his shirt over your head and the boxers up your legs. you crawled up into the blankets and laid happily on the bed you had slept in more times than your own. rafe then pulled off his shirt and pants and crawled in the bed beside you. he placed his hands under his head, looking up at the ceiling.

“rafey”,you whined, looking at his from the side.

“what sweetie?”,he asked, turning a looking at you.

“you’re so pretty”,you smiled. he laughed.

“i’m pretty?”,he questioned as you nodded.

“you’re prettier”,he said, looking back up the the ceiling. you curled into his side.

“nooo, you are”,you argued. he chuckled once more.

“no love, that’s you. but thank you for the compliment”,he stopped you before you could fight him anymore like you always did. you liked how he knew that you were stubborn.

“rafe”,you called into his side.

“hm?”,he hummed.

“i love you”,you confessed.

“i love you too y/n/n”,he replied.

“no. like-like i really love you. like i’m in love with you”,you told him. as he froze, slightly pushing you off his side and looking to you.

“y/n”,he said, making your eyes gaze into his.

“you love me?”,he asked. you looked back down before nodding slowly. and before you knew it your chin was being held up and you were kissing rafe cameron. you were kissing your best friend. it was really happening. and then you were on top of him, kissing his lips, his neck, his chest. he moaned.

“y/n, ugh, y/n stop. stop, your drunk”,he stopped you, looking deeply in your eyes. you smiled.

“no rafe. i’m the soberest i’ve ever been”,you replied and he smiled, nodding before pulling your lips back on his and flipping you on you back, to where he is on top.

“you sure you want this?”,he asked, searching your face for any signs of not wanting what was happening.

“more than anything”,you confessed.

“me too. more than anything”,he smiled.

“so make it happen”,you smirked and he grinned.

and rafe cameron made it happened, better than anyone had ever made it happen before. it was safe to say that you were in love with this man, the cool thing is, is that he’s in love with you too.

wow, wow, wow, wow. you guys are awesome, thank you for all the love you have given me, i love you guys so much. here’s a little thing i put together today, it lowkey sucks lol but whateves. i hope you enjoy. let me know if i should keep doing these. i need some feedback. love u babes. xoxo.

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Don’t Do It (r.c)

Summary: it had been three years since the Cameron’s left the Outer Banks without telling a soul. Now Rafe is back and he’s looking for you. But people change a lot in three years.

AN: no murderer rafe in this one but the plot of the season 2 finale is still basically the same. i just didn’t want him to be a murderer lol

part 2?? yes? no?

Part 2

It was early September in the Outer Banks, the Summer heat and humidity was fading away and the leaves were changing colors.

In the crisp wind, you stood in front of Tannyhill, watching as the large oak trees swayed back and forth. Your favorite memory with your ex boyfriend was lying under the trees as the red and orange leaves fell around you.

But any possibility of doing that again was thrown completely out the window when the Cameron’s left town. They left without a word to anyone, even Wheezie didn’t tell a soul.

You thought you meant more to Rafe Cameron but apparently you were wrong. He was your boyfriend of three years and he didn’t even have the courtesy to tell you he was leaving.

It hurt more than you thought it would, standing in front of the large house but it was an inescapable eye sore. Always there to remind you that there was something more important to your boyfriend than you.

After Rafe left and the Pogues disappeared, you had to find a way to move on. You became closer friends with Topper when he came to UNC at Chapel Hill for school. You had been going there for a year when he started going to school there.

He was the one who introduced you to Max. The two were in the same fraternity and at your weekly lunch with Topper, he brought Max along.

You and him hit it off and you soon took the leap of faith and agreed to a date with him. That was two years ago and now you were back in the Outer Banks, because you were getting married.

Max proposed six months prior and you were not interested in having a big fancy wedding, much to your mother’s dismay. It was just family and a few close friends in the OBX. That was really all you needed.

You took one last fleeting look at the house before walking back in the direction of the country club. You were meeting Max there for lunch to get away from all the wedding planning.

When you arrived, you spotted your fiancé and made your way towards him.

“I was wondering if you were going to stand me up.” He joked, standing to place a kiss on your cheek. “No, no, just taking a stroll down memory lane.” You answered. “I can’t believe you grew up here. I would have loved to live in a place like this.” Max commented.

“Well, that’s why it’s called paradise on Earth.” You replied. You smiled at Max as he took your hand from across the table.

He saw you before you saw him. He knew the second you entered the restaurant. He always had a sense for when you entered a room or when you left one. He knew you like the back of his hand and seeing you again after so long made him feel a different kind of nervous.

Rafe Cameron had returned silently to the Outer Banks, alone and on his own. He didn’t tell anyone he was coming back, not even Topper. But then again he never told him he was leaving either.

The first thing he did was go get a drink at the country club, his old stomping grounds, to help him build the courage to speak to you after so long.

His plan was knocked off the rails when he saw you walk in and make your way to a table with another man.

It was safe to say that Rafe was jealous. Who was this other guy? Why was he kissing your cheek and holding your hand? Did you not wait for him?

Of course you didn’t wait for him. He didn’t expect you to but a small part of him was hoping you had.

Just go say hi, make a conversation. Rafe thought trying to hype himself up. He knew you wouldn’t cause a scene in the middle of a restaurant.

He downed the rest of his drink before approaching the table.

“Uh, hi Y/N. ” He greeted you. You froze at the sound of his voice and you almost thought you were dreaming. “R-Rafe?” You questioned. “It’s been a while.” He said.

You glared at him and he knew those probably weren’t the best words to use. The former lovers kept a steady gaze on one another, you still not believing he was standing in front of you.

“Y/N,” Max started. “Oh, uh, Max this is an old friend of mine, Rafe. Rafe this is Max, my fiancé.” You said.

A wave is nausea instantly washed over Rafe upon hearing the word ‘fiancé.’ You were engaged and it was all his fault because he left.

His eyes shifted downward to the very large diamond ring on your finger. Lie. Lie and make something up.

“I heard. Rose told me and I just wanted to say congratulations.” He lied. You knew he wasn’t telling the truth. Rose didn’t tell him, this was the first he was hearing of your engagement. You could see it in his eyes.

A part of you felt guilty after seeing the hurt wash over Rafe’s face but that was quickly replaced with anger. He had no right to be hurt when he hurt you first. You moved on with your life because he left you.

“Anyways, I’ll let you guys get on with your day. I just wanted to say hi.” He said before walking away.

Your eyes followed him as he retreated out of the restaurant. It was like you were a lovesick 19 year old all over again and he had you wrapped around his finger.

“Y/N, you okay?” Max asked. You returned your attention back to your fiancé and gave him a wide smile. “Yeah, yeah I’m okay. So, what were you thinking of getting for lunch?” You asked, quickly changing the subject.

The last thing you wanted or needed was to talk about Rafe. You wanted zero questions, zero comments, zero anything having to do with your ex. You needed to move on for good.

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It had been a week since you last saw Rafe. Your wedding was approaching quickly but you couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right.

Everyone asking you about the details, how you were feeling, if you were excited and it all became too much. And all you could think about was Rafe.

You couldn’t take it anymore and you just wanted to leave. Obviously you didn’t up and leave Max but you needed air.

You ended up at the beach, sitting on the sand and watching waves crash on to the shore. “Thought I’d find you here.” Rafe’s voice spoke.

Looking up you saw the man walking towards you before sitting down next to you. “You okay?” He asked. “I haven’t been okay in years, I’m just good at faking it.” You answered. “Why are you marrying him?” Rafe questioned.

You looked over at him, giving him an incredulous look at the fact he’d even have to ask that question. “Because you left. You left for three years and didn’t even tell me. I had to find out from Topper that the person I was in love with just up and left. Without having the decency to even tell me.” You spoke.

“Y/N, I’m sorry,” He started. “You’re too late, Rafe. I tried waiting for you, I really did but you didn’t come back. Apologies won’t fix it this time.” You said.

“I forgave you for a lot of shit when I shouldn’t have but this time I can’t accept a half ass apology.” You added. “I wanted to tell you I was leaving. I was going to come over and tell you and even ask you to come with me. But Rose and my dad, they wouldn’t let me. No one was supposed to know. But I-I wrote you a note. Left it at the house but I’m not surprised you didn’t find it. Rose probably trashed it.” Rafe said.

You looked down at your hands in your lap, not knowing what to say to him. “I was so in love with you, I never wanted to leave you behind. I still love you and I know it’s not my place to say this after what I put you through but don’t do it. Don’t marry Max. I can tell you don’t really want to. Leave with me. We can leave right now and go wherever you want. Just, please don’t do it.” He pleaded.

You wished it was as easy as just running away with him but you knew what that would do to Max, your family, his family. It would crush them and you didn’t want to do that to them.

“I-I’m sorry, Rafe. I can’t. I’ve loved you since I was 16 but I can’t do that to Max. He’s a good man and for some reason he wants to marry me. I’m sorry.” You finally said.

You stood up quickly and began walking away from him. “I’ll be there. We were friends once and I’ll be there to support you.” He called. You closed your eyes momentarily as you stopped walking, trying to collect yourself.

Rafe watched you hesitate before continuing to walk away from him. He didn’t want to give up hope that you’d be his but it seemed that he was too late.

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Nervous pt. 1

Dark!Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: DUBCON, possibly NONCON, smut, degrading, drugs,

Synopsis: You never understood why your best friend’s brother seemed to hate you.

You had been best friends with Sarah Cameron for almost your whole life.

You had hundreds of memories of the two of you running around Tannyhill and playing tag with her and her older brother Rafe, and later Wheezie when she was old enough.

You had always felt like the Cameron’s were a second family to you, ‘the door is always open’ as Ward would say. It was a nice change of pace from your parents’ house, which always felt stiff and cold when they were around. Tannyhill, however, was teeming with life and exciting playdates.

As you grew up, you spent plenty of time at the Cameron’s, becoming closer over time with Sarah and Wheezie. Rafe on the other hand…

He became different halfway through high school, started floating around a different crowd. His drug use was nothing new to you, and although you were sad to see him going down that path, you couldn’t say you hated it completely. It stopped the staring.

You had first noticed it your freshman year. Rafe was a sophomore, coming back to school after a summer growth spurt that gave him a boost in height, and broad shoulders that made him seem much more intimidating.

At first, you thought you must have been imagining it. Or maybe misinterpreting? You tried to brush off the feeling of his eyes burning into your back for weeks before you finally had to acknowledge it.

He denied it of course, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that he seemed almost happy that you had finally brought it up? Like he had been waiting for the confrontation. “Rafe I know what I’ve been seeing, okay? So if you have a problem with me, just say it!”

Rafe just chuckled, tongue darting out to brush his lower lip. “I really don’t know what you’re talking about. Why would I be paying you any attention?”

“I don’t know! That’s why I’m asking you!” You snapped at him, your fingers meeting the skin between your eyebrows as you tried to soothe the headache you could feel coming on. He was playing games and you knew it. You just didn’t know why.

“Maybe I was looking at Sarah and not you, did you ever think of that, Y/N?” You balked at this, and you realized you probably had been with Sarah all the times you had noticed him. But his answer didn’t feel right. You were certain you had caught him looking right at you on several occasions

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms across your chest before replying, “Whatever, just, leave both of us alone then. I don’t think Sarah would like you staring either.”

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It didn’t stop the staring, but Rafe at least looked somewhat ashamed on the times you had locked eyes with him since your talk. The feeling of his glare on the back of your neck became less frequent, and you had finally felt like you could relax somewhat around him.

That is, until you started seeing him inside the Cameron residence more often. Rafe made a game out of finding all of the things you were most sensitive about just so he could taunt you. The way your voice sounded, how your jokes weren’t funny, and insensitive quips about your changing body became the norm.

Rafe enjoyed pushing your buttons and you didn’t have the first clue as to why.

The Rafe of your childhood was so different from the one you knew now. He used to be actually kind of sweet and fun, face lighting up at your stories and always wanting to play board games. And then one day a flip switched in him and he didn’t like you anymore, so you became the target of all of his rude comments.

“Dressed like Pogue trash.”

“Your chest is still so flat are you sure you’re even a girl, Y/N?”

And when you finally did grow tits? “No one wants to fuck a girl who shows off her body that much.”

All of these comments left you sputtering in anger, but getting mad at him only seemed to increase his enjoyment and he just became more brazen.

You had talked to Sarah about it, but he always waited until you were alone before insulting you, never allowing anyone to witness it. You made it your mission to never be alone with him, but he made that difficult, if not impossible.

It seemed like he was always waiting around the corner, wanting to pounce and tear you to shreds when you least expected it.

When you arrived at the Cameron’s that night for a sleepover with Sarah, you were ready to blow off some steam. It had been a tough week. You were both Juniors, struggling to slog through finals week, and you had just gotten a C+ on a project you had put your blood, sweat, and tears into. The distraction was very needed.

You rang the doorbell, waiting a few moments before the door opened and you met eyes with Rafe.

He looked high, eyes glassy and not fully focused, but they narrowed when he realized it was you. He was standing in front of the door, body angled to keep you from entering.

“Umm, wanna let me in?” You nervously laughed, thinking he would step out of the way entirely, but he gave you an exasperated look and moved so he was only blocking half of the door.

Whatever, he was probably so high he didn’t know what he was doing, you thought to yourself, stepping into the doorway, and trying to go past him without bumping into him, but Rafe shifted, getting uncomfortably close, chest brushing up against your back as you passed. What the fuck??

You turned and shot him a look.

He just raised his eyebrows in a silent, ‘what?’ like what he just did wasn’t weird, but the slight twitch in his lips told you he knew exactly what he was doing.

You chose to ignore his behavior, knowing that he wouldn’t bother you while you were with Sarah. You climbed the stairs, but glanced back one more time to confirm what you already knew, Rafe was glaring daggers at you.

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In Sarah’s room you closed the door, and greeted her with a hug. You were still unnerved about your run in with Rafe though, and mentioned it to her.

She also found it strange, nose wrinkling at your recollection of what just happened, “I think he’s just trying to intimidate you. He hates me, so he has to hate anyone I like.”

It made enough sense, but the look in his eyes didn’t feel like just hate. There was something else there, something deeper under it all that you could not figure out. Honestly, it frightened you.

You didn’t want to dwell on it though, quickly changing the subject, and the two of you settled on a movie to watch together. It was a cheesy romance movie, taking your mind off of the things troubling you and you turned on the sequel when it was finished.

An hour in, Sarah was getting tired and you were too, but you wanted to go to the kitchen to grab a snack before bed. You quietly tiptoed out of her room, not wanting to disturb her, closing the door behind you.

You cautiously looked around for any sign of Rafe, and made you way downstairs when you saw the coast was clear. His door was still closed.

You descended the stairs, and hurried to the kitchen. The Cameron’s always had a stocked pantry so you knew you would find something to snack on. You pulled out some chips and were putting them into a bowl to bring back to Sarah’s room, when you heard a click behind you and the lights went off. You spun around and saw Rafe leering in the doorway of the kitchen. Your heart pounded as he flicked the lights back on.

“Boo.” He joked, a low chuckle escaping his lips. He was shirtless, wearing only striped pajama bottoms that hung low off his hips, revealing the trail of darker hairs below his belly button. Rafe’s eyes were glued to you, but you couldn’t make out what he was thinking.

“Ha ha,” you said humorously, throwing a nervous look his way. “Also scrounging for midnight snacks?”

“Something like that,” he drawled, approaching the fridge. You noticed the way his arm and back muscles rippled as he opened the door, and you felt your cheeks grow warm.

You turned back to grab your bowl of chips, wanting to get away from Rafe as soon as possible, suddenly feeling exposed in your shorts and tank top. It’s not like he had never seen you like that before, but there was a tension in the air now that made you nervous, even though you weren’t sure why.

Rafe apparently found what he was looking for because he closed the fridge, but didn’t make any moves to leave the kitchen.

You looked at him over your shoulder, puzzled, but his face was unreadable, and he didn’t seem like he was going to say anything. You turned towards to kitchen door to return upstairs and stiffened slightly when you realized he was trailing behind you.

You ascended the stairs, all too aware of his close presence, and you sped up, only to trip and stumble on one of the steps, falling back against Rafe’s bare chest.

He steadied the two of you, one arm wrapped around your waist, fingers ghosting across your bare skin where your shirt ended. “Watch your step, Y/N. Do I really make you that nervous?” He purred in your ear and your skin crawled.

You swore you felt him lightly pressing his hips against your ass.

You wrenched yourself out of his grip, hissing quietly, “Cut it out, Rafe! This isn’t funny.” You hurried up the stairs, the taller man still following close behind you. Your chest tightened with anxiety as you approached Sarah’s room but you didn’t make it in time.

Rafe’s fingers tightened around your wrist, coming up from behind to drag you into his room, locking the door behind him.

You were confused and terrified, you thought Rafe hated you all these years, but now his actions towards you were beginning to make more sense.

Rafe turned from his door, a smirk playing on his lips as he drank you in with his eyes, “Is Sarah still awake?”

You shook your head no and took a step back as Rafe took one towards you. He cocked an eyebrow, “What are you so scared of? Hm?”

Rafe towered over you, looking down at you with a hunger in his eyes. Your heart dropped to your stomach as you finally got it.

“Rafe,” you began weakly. “Sarah is just down the hall.”

“That’s okay, we can be quiet. She won’t have to know.” He placed a hand beneath your chin, turning your face up to him as he grew closer.

His lips pressed to yours, swallowing your protests, and he walked you to his bed, pressing your back into it as he deepened the kiss. His hands trailed from your back to your hips, sliding to squeeze your ass over your shorts and you squeaked. His fingers bunched up the thin material of your shorts and he pinched your bare skin, lightly groaning against your mouth. Rafe’s lips trailed down your chin to your neck, and he sucked a tender spot, lightly nipping at the soft flesh.

Your head was spinning, the feeling of Rafe’s hands and lips on you confusing your thoughts. “Rafe, please don-”

“Shhh. Quiet, remember?” His lips met yours again, and he brought his hands to your chest, fingers plucking at your barely covered breasts. You pressed your hands to your chest and he batted them away with annoyance.

Rafe ground his hips into you, and you felt his hard length moving against your clothed core. His hands met your waist, harshly pressing down onto your hip bones. He hooked two fingers under the elastic of your shorts and slid them down your legs. He lightly pushed you onto your back, legs still hanging over the edge.

He lowered himself to his knees, removing your panties, and his blue eyes met yours. It was a look that said he wanted to devour you. His hands danced across your thighs and your breath hitched.

Rafe drew closer to your core and you gasped when you felt him slowly push his index finger into you. He curled his finger inside you, amazed at how tight you were gripping him.

He added his middle finger, and you squeezed your eyes shut at the pressure between your legs as he pushed it in to the hilt. Your eyes shot open when you felt his lips close around your clit and you couldn’t stop the whine that escaped.

You bucked your hips against his movements, the haze of pleasure you felt clouding your better judgement. Rafe’s tongue flicking against your sensitive flesh had you seeing stars, and you felt the coil in your gut tightening.

He licked your clit, fingers still expertly massaging your walls. Your fingers curled into his hair as you trembled against him, and you were pushed over the edge. You came with a moan that Rafe quickly swallowed with his lips as he moved himself on top of you, and you could taste yourself on his tongue.

You couldn’t think straight, head still reeling from your orgasm, and you tried again to push him off of you.

“Y/N stop it.” Rafe grabbed your arms. “It felt really good didn’t it?” He cooed.

You hesitantly nodded, afraid of what might happen if you said no.

“So..” he trailed off looking into your eyes. “Maybe you should return the favor.”

Your stomach twisted and you finally found your voice again, protesting weakly, “Rafe I don’t think this is a good idea.”

“Hm? Why not?” He challenged, slowly edging down his pj pants.

You didn’t know how to get out of this. “Sarah…” you tried again, knowing that it wouldn’t do anything to stop him. Hot tears were pooling in your eyes.

“She’s sleeping, she won’t hear a thing.” Rafe could not be reasoned with, and he wasn’t taking no for an answer. He pushed his pj pants down, his obviously hard length pressed against his boxers.

You scrambled to sit up but Rafe shoved you onto your back again, crawling on top of you and spreading your legs with his own.

“R-rafe, please,” you were almost in tears, the fear gripping your chest only growing with every second.

“Hey, Y/N. I promise, I’ll make sure it’s not too much for you. Okay? Trust me.” He traced your jaw with his thumb before pulling you in for a gentle kiss, his reassuring words were anything but. Rafe removed his boxers, wetting the tip of his cock with the fingers he just had inside you, stroking himself a couple times before lining himself up with your entrance.

He hissed as he slowly forced himself into you, the pressure between your legs was unlike anything you had felt before. Rafe took a moment to adjust before pulling his hips back and then thrusting in again, pace picking up.

You bit back a cry, hating the way you could feel your walls squeezing around his cock.

Rafe’s hips snapped against yours, his bed rocking with his movements. He trailed a hand around your throat, increasing the pressure and you gasped.

The look in his eye was pure amazement. He couldn’t believe how tight you were, how good the gasps you made sounded. He fucked you deeper, and the sound of his flesh slapping yours filled the room.

Rafe stared between your legs, obsessed with the way his cock stretched you out. He almost couldn’t believe how wet you were.

Rafe’s lips met yours again, the hand at your throat tightening. You didn’t want to admit to yourself how good he felt as he violated you.

“You feel like you were made for me.” He breathed against your lips, and he grabbed your leg, moving it to his shoulder to fuck you at a deeper angle.

You squeezed your eyes shut, and you knew your release was approaching again.

Rafe was close, pace growing ravenous as he slammed into you. He reached his fingers to toy with your clit, the combined sensations making you feel lightheaded. You whined when his fingers twitched again and the band inside you snapped, and you came a second time.

Rafe clamped a hand over your mouth to muffle your moan, and your legs shook as Rafe brutally fucked you through your orgasm, chasing his own.

His hips spasmed and he came with a groan, spilling his seed into your warm cunt. You shuddered, feeling the stickiness spilling out down your thighs as Rafe pulled out.

You couldn’t look him in the eye, disgusted with him and yourself. You turned away from him, sniffing and trying to find your clothes. He didn’t try to stop you, still sitting on his bed nonchalantly.

As you walked out of his room, you felt his eyes boring into you, and you knew that the staring was far from over.

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She’s Kinda Hot - Sarah Cameron

Request: omg i really wish i could write but, can you do one with sarah and kind of like kie reader(rich but hang out with the pogues)where they are enemies and are stuck together for a project and the reader keeps annoying sarah to make her mad and the reader tells sarah she’s hot when she’s mad and then they end up getting together or something. sorry this is really long this is also my first time requesting so i’m kinda new lo

A/N: I really freaking love Sarah Cameron. That is all. Enjoy the fic.

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Sarah was pretty sure that there was one of those personal rain clouds hanging directly over her head as she sat in math class with you. Who even assigned school projects in math class? Wasn’t that kind of thing reserved for english or science? But no, her math teacher...your math teacher...decided that a project to highlight Women in Math was a brilliant idea for Women’s History Month and, in an even greater stroke of genius, she stuck Sarah and you together as partners. It was all your fault really, that was all Sarah kept thinking as she stared across the classroom at the side of your head. That if you hadn’t walked into class late, in the middle of assignments, Sarah would’ve ended up with the next person alphabetically behind Cameron. Instead, she was stuck with you.

“Why don’t we just split the assignment into parts and then put it together at the end?” Sarah suggested, after the bell rang and she managed to chase you down the hall of the kook academy to your locker.

“Why not just work together?” You replied, shrugging a shoulder as if it shouldn’t be the worst thing that could ever happen to Sarah to be paired together for the project.

“I’d rather not.”

“Cause you broke up with me-”

Sarah hushed you immediately, covering your mouth with her hand and looking back and forth down the crowded hallway. “You know what happened!”

You pushed Sarah’s hand away and rolled your eyes, “well too bad princess, I need this grade so you’re gonna have to deal with seeing me.” You said, “everyday. After school.”

“That’s bullshit,” Sarah snapped, following after you when you shut your locker and started down the hallway to your next class, “you do not need that fucking grade! You’re at like, the top of the class.”

“Are you the teacher?” you asked, looking back at her. “Don’t worry Sarah, I promise I’ll stay six feet away and I won’t try to tempt you. Wouldn’t want anyone to find out you’re into girls.” You said, whispering the last part so only she could hear it.

Sarah stopped in her tracks, watching you walk the rest of the way to your class. She wanted to scream after you, that wasn’t the reason. That wasn’t why she’d totally annexed you from her life. It wasn’t just that she knew this project was going to get her in deep shit, it was that she was one hundred percent positive that she would not be able to work with you without letting her feelings get the better of her.

It wasn’t like the kook academy was a big place, there wasn’t exactly room to avoid you completely, but Sarah had done a pretty decent job so far. Even when the two of you crossed paths in class, and it happened more than Sarah would’ve preferred, she managed to keep herself away from you. At least until now, she was stuck with you as her partner for some ridiculous math project. She’d been banking on you wanting as little to do with her as she tried to have with you but instead you seemed totally fine. Unbothered by everything that went down between the two of you.

She thought about asking Kiara what she would do but Sarah could already hear her best friend telling her that she wasn’t going to take sides. Kiara was friends with both of you and the most advice she would ever offer was “I don’t get what happened between you two anyway”.

No, asking Kiara wouldn’t work. Sarah would have to resign herself to this project. She could this. It was just a three-week project. She could survive three weeks with you.

“Hey, if I get lunch, what’d’ya want?” You asked, hanging your head off of Sarah’s bed and holding your phone out so you could tap through your doordash app.

Sarah wanted to scream, it was still half-way through the first week and you had been to her house three times in as many days, spending your after-school hours driving her crazy. She was pretty sure that you were doing this on purpose.

“It’s almost 5:30,” Sarah replied, not looking up from her laptop, “I think lunch is over.”

“Dinner then.” You said.

“No. I don’t want dinner.” She snapped, “and I don’t want lunch or whatever else...I just want to finish this project.”

“We’ve got like, two weeks left Sarah,” you pointed out, rolling over onto your stomach and looking at her across the room, “just chill out.”

You knew you were pushing Sarah’s buttons but you couldn’t help it. When things between the two of you had gone bad, when she’d told you that it was over and, worse than that, it was a mistake, you had been heartbroken. There wasn’t a better word for it. You hated how upset you’d been after Sarah broke it off with you but when things settled, you couldn’t deny that there was still something there. Little looks, fleeting in the hallway, moments you caught her staring and you knew she caught you too. It felt like boiling tension, the same way it had before, when you’d gotten together.

“Chill out?” She huffed, “you’ve been at my house all week driving me fucking nuts and now you tell me to ‘chill out’. No, you need to help me with this fucking project!”

You sat up on the bed, unable to contain the smile as you looked over at Sarah, “god, I totally forgot how insanely hot you are when you’re pissed off.”

Sarah tossed her pencil across the room at you, “will you knock it off. You always pull this shit with me.”

“What shit?” You almost laughed, “you’re the one who told me that dating was an ‘accident’ and you were ‘confused about your feelings’. What am I doing, exactly, to pull shit with you? If anything, Sarah, you leading me on was pretty much exactly that.”

“I wasn’t leading you on.” She groaned, flicking her hair over her shoulder the way she always did when she was pissed with something someone said to her. “What was I supposed to do anyway?” She said, voice dropping lower so no one would hear her. You might’ve been in her closed bedroom but if there was one thing you’d learned about Tanny Hill it was that someone was always listening. “Do you know what my family would do if they found out?”

“Found out that you were dating...basically a pogue? Or dating a girl?” You deadpanned, raising an eyebrow at her in question. You knew what the answer was. Sarah had been trying to live up to every expectation that Ward set for her from the moment she was born. She was always trying to make up for Rafe or Wheezie doing something to upset him by making sure she never did. And while other people dating whoever they wanted was totally fine with him, his favorite daughter, his pride and joy, dating a girl...maybe if it’d been Wheezie a few years down the line. But not Sarah, who was supposed to date a rich kook and go to UNC and marry the same rich kook and they could have a couple kids and buy a big house near his. He’d been planning it all out for her since before she was born and you had thrown a wrench in that plan.

“It’s a delicate subject.”

“No,” you laughed and shook your head, “your dad’s a total homophobe. What’s he got against two super-hot girls dating each other?”

“When one of them is his daughter, I don’t think it’s at the top of his approved list.” She replied. “We should be working on this project anyway...I want a good grade and so do you.”

“Sarah-”

“No. Cause you’ll say something that you know I wanna hear and then you’ll do the stupid slow walk over to my chair and put your hands on the arm rests and I’ll be totally defenseless and then I’ll do something I totally regret...like kissing you.” Sarah said, “or letting you kiss me.”

“You’d totally regret it if we kissed?” You asked. “Positive?”

“Yes I’m positive.”

“We could test it out? Just to make sure?”

“No.”

You shrugged, grabbing your math text off the bed and setting it on your lap again, “okay, I guess we should get back to work then.”

“What?” Sarah almost sounded shocked and really she shouldn’t have been. She should’ve known when the teacher put the two of you together for the project that this was exactly where she would end up at some point within the three weeks. Though really, she’d held out a lot longer than she ever thought she would be able to. “That’s it? You’re just going back to the project?”

“You said that’s what you wanted to do.”

She groaned and tugged at the roots of her hair for a second before looking at you, “you are the most frustrating, annoying, dense person in the entire world and I cannot believe that we-”

While she reamed you out, you had put your book aside and gotten up, going over to her and doing exactly what she said you would. You put your hands on the armrests of her desk chair and you leaned in and kissed her mid-sentence. “Is that what I was supposed to do?” You asked, pulling away just enough to see her face.

Sarah wrapped her arms around your neck, pulling you toward her and forcing you to stabilize yourself with a knee on the side of her leg, practically sitting on her lap. “Something like that.” She finally said, “though I would’ve appreciated a little warning.”

“Oh, sorry, you seemed stressed,” you replied, feigning innocence, “I just wanted to help you relax.”

“Is stressed the word?” She joked, tension melting as she brushed her nose against yours. She leaned forward so your foreheads were touching, her eyelashes just ghosting a touch on your cheeks when she closed her eyes for a split second.

“Extremely hot? Sexy...a major turn on.” You joked, kissing her again. “God, imagine if you’d been paired with like...Topper for this? You’d be kissing him right now.”

“Stop trying to ruin the moment and kiss me.” Sarah laughed.

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London Boy - Part 4: Just friends

summary: You wake up to find Rafe Cameron in your bed. Even though nothing happened, you’re still left trying to make sense of it all.

pairing: Rafe x reader (slowburn)

warnings: swearing, drinking

word count: 5k

a/n: thank you so much to all of you who have been reading along <333 sorry in advance if you want this to progress faster haha, it simply must be this slow, sorry I don't make the rules (even tho I do lol). Not canon Rafe!!

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Your eyes slowly flutter open as the early morning rays wake you up. You didn’t even remember falling asleep. As you slowly gain consciousness you’re startled by the weight of Rafe’s arm draped across your body. What the hell? When did that happen? He spent the night in your bed?

Your mind races at a million miles an hour as you slowly slip out from under his hold. You were careful not to wake him up, not wanting to face any awkwardness. You throw on fresh clothes and grab your backpack, desperate to make your escape. You had wanted to get to school early today to work on some homework anyways, never before so eager to trade in the comfort of your bed for the library.

After a quick pit stop to pick up a coffee and a croissant, you swing the heavy wooden doors open. You liked campus at this hour, the morning light still soft, the air crisp, and the atmosphere silent. As you scan your eyes for a spot to sit, you notice the unmistakable sight of fluffy brown hair hunched over a table.

“Liam?” your whisper. “What the hell are doing here?”

That classic cheeky grin spreads across his face as he looks up to find you standing in front of him. “I go here, Y/n. Forget already?”

You roll your eyes, “I just didn’t know you were the studious type.”

“Not gonna lie to you babe, I’m not. But Rogers is already all the way up my ass over this class, and I’m not letting that prick hold me back a year.”

You pull out the chair across from him and go to sit down, spreading your books out on the table.

“Who said you could sit with?” he asks, and you shoot him a look. You’re not in the mood. “Geez alright, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed… you good Y/n?” he slows, taking in your disheveled appearance. You hadn’t so much as brushed your hair.

“Can you promise not to tell anyone,” you stare dead into his eyes.

“On my life,” he extends his pinky, and you accept.

“Rafe… slept over last night…”

“Oh shit!” he exclaims, and your eyes widen at his echoing voice.

“Not like that,” you hiss, not wanting to draw anymore attention to the two of you. “Nothing happened… like he just came over to watch a show and then we talked for a while and just accidentally… fell asleep. I panicked when I woke up and realized he was still in my bed so I ran out of there as fast as I could and now…. well now I’m here.” You nervously chug your coffee, heart racing.

“So he hung out with you all night and didn’t make a move?”

You nod, nervously awaiting his analysis as you take a bite of your croissant.

“Damn, boy must really like you,” he muses.

“What? Definitely not,” you scoff.

“Y/n, let me tell you a little something about guys. If we really like you, we’re gonna make the time to hang out with you, no matter what. The fact that he’s coming over your room to watch a show and hanging out with you until he physically can’t stay awake - I mean I can’t make it any more obvious to you.”

“I don’t know I just don’t think so… You don’t know Rafe like that, he’s a total player back home. He can pull any girl he wants, so if he liked me like that he would’ve done something by now. This is probably how he is with all his friends and I’m just reading too much into it. I’m sure Lily Colts will be in his bed soon enough,” you mumble. That last part stings in particular, you had already thought it, but saying it out loud made you feel… icky.

“I may not know Rafe like that, but I know guys like him. I am guys like him. He likes you Y/n. So what if he pulls a lot of chicks, he doesn’t actually care about them. But he cares about you, probably can’t even understand why, and now it’s like bam Uno reverse. He can’t pull the cards he normally does, and now you’ve got him confused and he doesn’t know what to do. Man’s down bad. Give him time though, he’ll come around,” he explains to you calmly, stealing your coffee cup from you and taking a sip.

“Honestly can I just start paying you to figure my life out for me. You make everything seem so simple.”

“Because it is simple. You insist on complicating it. But I know how you could pay me,” he adds with a wink and you shoot him a glare. You know he’s just joking (partially), he loves pushing your buttons.

“Well whatever. I’ll believe it when I see it,” you resign on the Rafe matter. You wanted to believe what Liam was saying but it didn’t quite make sense to you. You were only going to drive yourself crazy trying to read between lines that you weren’t sure existed. Rafe was just used to situations like this with girls. To him last night was probably no big deal. It was to you though. You would never let ‘just a friend’ stay over like that, with his arm around you no less. But Rafe didn’t need to know that, you decide.

—-

You manage to avoid Rafe all day, not having any classes with him on Friday’s. As soon as your last class is over, you sprint home, relieved when you’re the first back at the flat and can quickly slip into your room undetected. You set down your bag and sit on the edge of your bed. Your hand slowly runs over your comforter, still ruffled from where Rafe had been laying the night before. The indent of his head is still on your pillow; you can almost smell the scent of him lingering in your room and hear the sound of his soft whispers. You wonder what his first thoughts were when he woke up in your bed alone - was he confused? Embarrassed? He probably thought nothing of it at all. You can just picture him casually getting up with a stretch, like it’s the start of any typical day.

You slip into the shower and let the water wash over your body. It’s warm and soothing, and it’s reminding you of Rafe laying next to you, of his arm wrapped around you. God if there was only a way to shut your brain off once in a while. As much as you tried to suppress it, there had been a tiny part of you that was happy to have woken up in his embrace, giddy like a school girl with a crush. You’d always wondered how a moment like that would feel, or how a moment like that with him would feel. You had conveniently failed to mention the “arm” detail to Liam, maybe because in the back of your mind you knew it would only help prove his theory right.

When you make your way back to your room, your phone buzzes and the Royal Fam 🇬🇧🇺🇸 group chat appears.

Olivia: who wants to go out tonight 😈

Topper: me and Rafe have to be up early tmrw for soccer - rain check on this one ladies

Olivia: :(

Olivia: girls night out??

Millie: you know I’m there!

You’re a little bummed that Rafe won’t be there tonight. But a girls night sounds like just what you need to get him off your mind.

Y/n: I’m in :)

Not even a few minutes later Olivia and Millie are barging into your room, causing you to let out a startled yelp.

“My god, heard of knocking,” you exhale with your hand coming to your chest. Your statement falls on death ears.

“Which jeans with this top,” Olivia asks, holding the clothing items against her body.

“Should I curl or straighten my hair with this,” Millie follows, holding her outfit up.

“Uhh,” your mind scrambles, “those jeans Liv. And straight, Mills,” you reply, shocked by your own decidedness. “But now you guys have to help me, I have no clue what to wear.”

“Say less,” Olivia flashes a smile.

Within minutes they tear through your closet, picking out your outfit. Things were always much more clear with a fresh set of eyes. The three of you discuss the night’s logistics before making your way to the kitchen - couldn’t go drinking on an empty stomach. Rafe and Topper are already there, and you try your best to act natural even though your stomach ties itself in a knot the moment you catch a glimpse of his face. You haven’t seen him since you ran out this morning.

“Uh hey I’m gonna run to Sainsbury’s real quick, I wanna get a chaser, anyone need anything,” you ask, avoiding eye contact with Rafe. Your nerves get the best of you and in terms of fight or flight, you were ready to flee.

“Hey wait I’ll come with you. Gotta pick something up for dinner,” Rafe stands grabbing his jacket, and before you can interject, he’s leading the way down the hall and out your shared flat.

“So what are you chasing tonight?”

“What?” you ask startled, his question pulling you back to reality. Your mind had been running in a loop, trying to read him and the thoughts in his head. You wished now more than ever that you knew what Rafe was like behind closed doors back home, so you could somehow make sense of it all.

He chuckles at you, lost in your own world. “You said you needed a chaser?” Those intimidating blue eyes have found their way to yours again and you hastily look away, focusing in front of you instead.

“Oh yeah- uh just for the vodka,” you laugh nervously.

“Basic,” he mocks. You scoff in surprise and lightly hit him on the chest as the laughter leaves your lips. He’s sporting a shit-eating grin, having successfully egged you on.

“You’re funny if you think I’m gonna do shots of whiskey before going to a club.”

“Well you do owe me one…” he says.

“Oh so he remembers?” you reply, amused.

“Of course,” he states so calm and so sure. Your head swirls at that, his cool confidence making you melt. The automatic doors slide open in front of you, fluorescent lights stealing your attention from the boy you were finding dangerously more attractive by the second.

“I thought we’re supposed to take it together? But someone’s being lame and not coming out tonight,” you say sarcastically, playing it as cool as you can manage. Rafe’s confidence seemed to come naturally, but you were more of a fake-it-till-you-make-it kind of gal.

“Hey you know I have soccer,” he defends. The Kook Prince was not one to turn down a party without cause.

“Excuses excuses,” you shake your head.

“Actually, speaking of soccer, you uh- you and the girls should come tomorrow. If you’re not doing anything. Or not too hungover I should say. Game’s at 12.”

“Can’t make any promises Cameron, but we’ll see,” you smile, earning a satisfied smile from him in return.

You make your way to the frozen food aisle, Rafe explaining to you how they call a soccer field a football pitch here, as you laugh at him grabbing 5 frozen pizzas (dinner solved for the next week, of course). You ask him which chaser you should pick. He points out a cola, so naturally you decide to get blackberry seltzer water, Rafe twisting his face in disgust (who would voluntarily drink that tv static). You always felt so nervous at first, to be in Rafe’s presence, but all it ever took was a few minutes for you to completely relax around him. He was intimidating, yet inviting. Mysterious, yet open. He was somehow the cause of your anxious nerves and yet the source of your comfort. The fear of facing Rafe after running out this morning had paralyzed your thoughts all day, and now you could hardly remember why. He hadn’t mentioned it at all, as if nothing happened. His normalcy confirmed for you that him sleeping over was in fact no big deal, and you almost want to laugh at yourself for how much you had worked it up in your head. You two were just friends, and perhaps Rafe was used to being… a friendlier friend than what you were used to. But that was okay, you could learn to be friendlier too.

—-

Rafe and Topper had decided to accompany you guys in the kitchen as you pregamed. They slowly sipped beers as you, Millie, and Olivia pounded back shots, laughing at the way you guys got progressively drunker and progressively louder before finally heading out. And much to your surprise, the boys were still seated in the same spot hours later, when the three of you stumble back into the flat, McDonalds in hand.

“Oh look who’s still up,” Olivia slurs, taking a bite of her cheeseburger.

“We can’t go out, we have soccer,” Millie mocks, almost falling to the floor as she trips over her heel, Topper and Rafe not making any effort to hide their clear amusement.

“Fun night huh?” Topper quirks his brow.

“The funnest,” Millie holds her head high, sinking down against the wall until she’s sat on the floor. You had made a beeline for the dining room table, silently admiring your chicken nuggets. In that moment, they were the best thing you had ever tasted.

“I want Jake,” Olivia pouts, and before anyone can say a word she’s turned on her heel, burger in hand, off to crawl into her boyfriend’s bed.

“Alright you drunk, let’s get you to bed,” Topper laughs, scooping an incoherent Millie up to her feet by her elbows.

“M’not drunk,” Millie protests, even though she’s leaning her full body weight against Topper who sarcastically nods at her, escorting her down the hallway. Rafe sits on the couch, silently playing with the cards in his hand again, not the least bit uncomfortable with sharing your company in silence.

“I’m mad at you,” you say matter of factly, taking a bite of a french fry. At this point, the alcohol is doing the talking.

“Mad at me?” Rafe stops shuffling the cards and raises his head to look at you, intrigued.

“Yeah because you didn’t come to the club,” you furrow your brows, chucking a fry at him. He catches it instantly, laughing to himself with a shake of his head.

“Don’t worry I saw all your guys’ snaps, I feel like I was practically there.”

“That’s not the same,” you frown, throwing another fry which he catches yet again.

“I’ll try to be there next time,” he laughs.

“That’s better I guess,” you grumble, eating another chicken nugget. The room grows quiet, Rafe training his attention back to the cards.

“When are we watching the next episode Cameron,” you break the silence, chucking another fry. He barely has to look up to catch your latest throw, shaking his head with a chuckle. He puts the cards down and makes his way over to the dining table, standing right above you now.

“Come on, time for you to go to bed,” he beckons you toward him with his arm, to which you only furrow your brows in indignation.

“I’m not done with my food,” you protest.

“Now you are,” he says, grabbing your last fry and finishing it with one bite. “Now c’mon.” You reluctantly grab onto his extended arm to help you get up. You walk down the hall together and he opens your door for you, letting you in as he leans against the frame. You immediately fall back and collapse on to your bed with a gasp, you didn’t remember it feeling so soft when you were sober.

“Goodnight L/n,” Rafe laughs, staring down at you.

“Goodnight Rafe,” you mumble, seconds away from passing out. He smiles to himself at the sight of you still in the outfit and shoes you had been out in, bent in surely the most uncomfortable position possible, legs half way off the bed, yet somehow already asleep. He’s about to head back to his room, but he hesitates, turning back to you with a sigh. As slowly and quietly as he can, he pulls your shoes off for you, lifts your legs onto the bed, and covers you in your blanket. And just as quick, he slips out of your room and back into his.

—-

You wake up the next morning, letting out a groan when you realize you’re still in the outfit you had worn clubbing. Your head dully aches and your throat is desert dry so you force yourself up and to the kitchen. When you see the aftermath of McDonald’s containers on the table, vague memories start flooding your brain in horror. You couldn’t have… could you? Did you actually throw french fries at him? You close your eyes and slowly run your hand over your face in realization. Great, you think to yourself, Rafe probably thinks you’re an annoying idiot. Good grief.

You hear the door of the flat opening and Olivia appears in the kitchen, holding a plate of breakfast sandwiches, your mouth watering at the sight.

“Thank the lovely lads in apartment 4E,” she laughs, placing them on the table. “Oh god, we went hard last night didn’t we,” she says, taking in the sight of the flat.

“A little too hard…” you remark.

“No such thing, darling! Now eat up and get dressed, we’ve got a match to catch,” she declares before disappearing down the hall where you can hear muffled groans of Millie being reluctantly dragged out of her bed. You sigh and sink down into a chair, grabbing a sandwich and taking a bite. Heaven. You make a mental note to thank Jake for his chef skills. You had completely forgotten that you and the girls were supposed to go watch Rafe and Topper’s match today. Your worries about having to face Rafe yesterday had been quick to melt away, but today they were back with a new vengeance.

—-

“Okay no one wander off when we get there. Y/n, fair warning, these games get… rowdy,” Millie says, as the three of you walk toward the field, arms linked.

“Things get pretty crazy at Kildare too,” you laugh, “so yeah, don’t fucking let me out of your sight.”

The three of you shake off your fits of laughter as you stumble toward the stands, finding a spot amongst the already packed crowd. You’re finally able to take in your surroundings, glancing at the field ahead. The opposing team is warming up on the pitch, clad in red. Westheath’s team is off to the side, the boys stretching and getting ready in their white uniforms. The dirty blonde immediately catches your eye. He’s jumping and jogging in place, headphones in as though he’s tuning out the physical noise around him, and probably the mental noise too. You wonder if he’s listening to one of the songs he showed you the other night.

He pauses his jogging to stretch out his arms, his eyes glazing over the stands, when suddenly they lock with yours. Your cheeks flush pink, embarrassed at having been caught staring, but his face just pulls into a wide grin and he gives you a wave. You wave back, and he does a quick hand motion that everyone does at Kildare games back home. You laugh and do the responding gesture, as he smiles cheekily at you before a teammate comes up to him, pulling his focus away. The exchange was brief, but oddly intimate. There was a whole field and a couple dozen people between you, and yet you two were the only witnesses to the interaction. You smile to yourself, relief in the fact that maybe getting a french fry chucked at him wasn’t enough to make him hate you after all. You wonder briefly if Rafe spends half as much time overanalyzing things the way you do. Liam was right, you do insist on overcomplicating things.

“Hey, earth to Y/n!” Olivia laughs, waving her hand in front of your face. “The game is starting!”

—

The final score flashes on the screen: 4-2, a win for Westheath. The students are going nuts, rushing the field. Olivia and Millie lead the way, pushing through the crowd until you guys reach Rafe and Topper.

“Let’s go boys!!” Olivia yells, jumping up and down with the sea of bodies and beer around you. Rafe and Topper react with equal enthusiasm, pulling each of you in for a hug. You and Rafe are the last to hug, him pulling you in brief but close against his large sweaty body, arms wrapped around you. You don’t even mind the stickiness of the hug, feeling deja vu at the warm feeling of being in his embrace again; a feeling that is foreign yet familiar, one you hadn’t felt before.

“Did you guys see Rafe’s goal in the second half!?” Topper asks, clapping his friend on the back.

“Of course we did, super star!” Millie cheers, giving Rafe a high five as he humbly shakes his head and laughs at his friends. The mental image of his goal was burned in your head, one that your mind would certainly play for you involuntarily over the next coming days.

“Alright we gotta go do some stuff with the team, but everyone’s going to Central Bar later. See you guys there?” Rafe asks.

“You got it,” Olivia replies, and they jog off with quick waves, you meeting those blue eyes in silent acknowledgement once again. It was that gaze that always made the rest of the world seem to disappear while his eyes met yours, making your heart skip a beat. He’s just a friend, you remind yourself. Just a tall, attractive, soccer-playing friend…

—

“Y/n! Liv! We’re doing a round!” Jake calls you and Olivia over to where him and Liam are already at the bar, four shot glasses ordered and lined up.

“On three! One, two-“ Liam chants, as the four of you down the alcohol. Central Bar had been buzzing with what felt like half of Westheath’s student body all day. After the game, you and the girls had gone back to your flat to nap and eat, before meeting up with Jake, Liam, and the rest of their boys to head to the bar. Rafe and Topper were already pretty buzzed when you guys got there, playing a round of table tennis with you before the rest of the soccer team and their other friends pulled their attention away. You couldn’t help the way your whole body tensed when Rafe greeted Lily with a tight hug, humbling you with the confirmation that Rafe’s actions toward you weren’t anything special. You resolved yourself to a night of drinking and dancing your worries away with Liv and Liam instead.

“Alright, round of table tennis? You two against me and Y/n?” Liam challenges.

“Please, I saw Y/n playing before, you guys have nothing on us,” Olivia flashes an evil smile, her competitive side coming out.

“Oh it’s on Liv,” you laugh, as your foursome stakes your claim at the pong table. While Olivia and Jake gather the balls and paddles, you notice Liam grimacing off into the distance. You follow his line of sight, landing on Topper and Millie drunkenly dancing together across the bar, a bit too close for comfort.

“What is she doing with that geezer,” he mumbles.

“Liam! Jealousy is unbecoming of you,” you gasp in mock disbelief.

“I’m not jealous,” he scoffs, and you quickly realize that he actually is, even though you had just been joking. Your jaw falls slack as you put two and two together. Liam and Millie were always by each other’s side, at school, at the pub, when you were all watching a movie at his apartment a few nights ago. He would tease her relentlessly and his own words rang in your ears If we really like you, we’re gonna make the time to hang out with you, no matter what.

“Shut up! Shut up!,” you whisper yell, hand coming to your mouth. “I should have realized this whole time… of course you like Millie! Everything you’ve been telling me you think exists between me and Rafe has actually been about her! She’s your Uno reverse card!” You’re shocking even yourself at these revelations.

“No no no, you can’t use my own words of wisdom against me, that’s not how this works Y/n. So what, maybe I slightly give a shit about Millie? Who cares. Her and I both know that’s never gonna happen. I still stand by everything I said about you and Rafe so don’t think your getting off so easy on that.”

“Then tell me why you’re staring at Millie while Rafe hasn’t so much as glanced my way since the minute Lily Colts got here, hmm?”

“Oh Y/n, Y/n Y/n Y/n,” Liam tuts, shaking his head laughing as he turns to the game your group of four is about to begin. You don’t have the energy to argue with Liam over the matter right now, oblivious to the fact that Rafe had indeed been glancing your way, several times. In fact, he was glancing at you right now, as Liam reached his arm over yours to help you actually hold the paddle the right way. You just hadn’t been glancing back to notice, scared of what you may or may not see between him and Lily if you did.

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The night dies down and it’s time for the pilgrimage back to your building. You’re walking with Millie when Liam quickly falls in step with you two. You give him a knowing smirk, to which he responds with a glare behind Millie’s back, but you let the two banter as you fall behind, now walking alone. You stare ahead, eyes mindlessly settling on Lily walking in between Callum and Henry at the front of the pack. You don’t notice the pair of legs that begin moving in pace next to your own.

“Tonight, by the way,” Rafe’s voice startles you as you jump next to him. He chuckles at the confusion written all over your face. “You asked last night when we’re watching the next episode. And my answer is tonight, L/n,” he states.

“Haven’t you been up since like the crack of dawn? Aren’t you tired?” you ask incredulously.

“Too tired for Game of Thrones? Never,” he scoffs, Liam’s words ringing in your ear. If we really like you, we’re gonna make the time to hang out with you, no matter what.

“Well then tonight it is,” you smile. “Sorry about the french fries last night by the way,” you say meekly, looking down at the sidewalk in front of you, cheeks burning.

“Seriously L/n, talk about a horrible throw. Room for improvement,” he jokes with a comforting smile, saving you from yourself.

“Good game by the way,” you add, grateful for the way he was letting you off.

“Thanks,” he looks at you, shoving his hands in his pocket. You turn to look at him too, and after a few moments laughter is taking you both apart. Nothing funny was said. Neither of you knew why you were laughing. And yet it felt natural, not an ounce of awkwardness in the air.

As your whole group walks into the building, people begin to peel off, splitting towards staircases and off elevator stops.

“I’m fucking beat,” yawns Topper, as you and all your flatmates file into your hall.

“I’m gonna sleep like a baby tonight,” Millie yawns in agreement. One by one everyone files off into their rooms. You open your door, backing into yours, Rafe across the hall from you backing into his. Laughter tugs at both your faces once again, as you let your doors close. You manage to change into your sweats and brush your teeth before you hear the light rap on your door. Rafe enters, in a t-shirt and gray sweatpants, your weakness. But you feel comfortable being alone with him now. The Rafe jitters had finally began to subside.

“Alright L/n, episode 4, you ready for this?” he asks, plopping down in his spot next to you.

“Oh I’m very ready,” you reply, sitting up to reach for your laptop which was resting by your feet. As you lean back, you find yourself in Rafe’s arm. He had extended it out before you sat back, effortlessly catching you against him. His hand rests casually on your arm, and you gulp, pressing play. You pray he can’t feel the way your heartbeat quickens and your body flushes. So much for those jitters being gone.

The episode plays, you and Rafe making comments here and there before your chatter eventually dies down, leaving just the sound of the show to fill the room. You can feel Rafe’s body lean further and further down, becoming heavier and breathing slower. You very slowly turn to check, and sure enough he’s fast asleep. You sigh, and shut your laptop, careful not to stir him. You could easily shake him awake, tell him to go to his bed, but for some reason you don’t. You don’t mind him here. In fact, you almost prefer it, his body heat keeping you warm. He had already slept over once before and it clearly hadn’t been a big deal, so what was the harm in letting it happen again? You’re just friends after all, you remind yourself, not sure who you’re trying to convince. And so, the two friends fall asleep in the same bed again.

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