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His Little Pogue | Rafe Cameron

pairing: rafe cameron x pogue!reader

summary: you have complex feelings for rafe cameron but when he shows up to the chateau, he shows you his feelings are just as complex.

warnings: unedited, smut (18+), enemies to lovers!, dry humping, semi-public, fingering, slight overstimulation, dumbification (if you squint), rafe is fucking filthy, degradation, oral (f), i think that’s all lol

author’s note: this is my first time writing smut and it’s also unedited bc i’m lazy.

y’all want a pt.2? lmk!!

enjoy xx

Kooks & Pogues.

That’s all it’s ever been and probably what it will always be. You happen to fall into the Pogue category. You run around all day with the misfits of the Outer Banks, smoking pot, stealing, and the occasional treasure hunting. You have everything you could ever want: being free alongside your 5 bestest friends.

Who even needs Kooks?

At least that’s what you thought before you met him.

rafe cameron.

You would be wrong if you said that rafe was unattractive. Although you would never say that because his head doesn’t need to be any bigger than it already is. Another thing you are ashamed to admit is that you used to have a huge crush on him, in fact you still do. But god, you couldn’t fucking stand him.

He always felt the need to insert himself into business with you and your friends. I guess he wanted to keep an eye out for what Sarah was doing because he was always spying for Ward. He would terrorize your group and call you “Dirty Pogues” and maybe throw a couple punches here and there. But with you, he was a lot different.

He would allow his gaze to linger just a little too long and would never break eye contact. He would whisper insults into your ear when the two of you were alone, find any excuse to give you light, lingering touches that meant nothing. But you couldn’t deny that they made you body heat up.

Just like today.

You were sitting at the dock by the Chateau, blunt in one hand and a lighter in the other. jj and kie were sitting next to you, talking about your plans for the day. john b, sarah, and pope were sitting inside, oblivious to what was to come.

You lit the blunt and took a long drag and exhaled into the humid air. Just as you were about to pass the joint, you hear a car pull up. It’s way too nice to be a Pogue car, and you know exactly whose car it is.

“Here we fucking go. What a waste of good weed.” jj huffs as puts the blunt out on the dock and stands up, fixing his hat. He looks ready to fight and you have to mentally prepare yourself.

The car doors open and out comes topper, kelce, and…rafe.

They start walking toward you and you, kie , and jj meet them halfway.

“god, it never ceases to amaze me just how shitty you Pogues live.” topper spits as he kicks an empty beer can across the grass.

“Well you know, some of us don’t have Daddy to come and buy us all these nice things while we sit and do jack shit.” jj says as he walks towards topper. topper looks shocked, like he’s never been stood up to before. I look past topper to rafe.

Who, to my surprise, is already staring back at me. He gives me a smirk followed by a wink.

“someone ought to really teach you some manners.” topper says as he pushes jj’s chest. You quickly realize that this is going to escalate very quickly.

“I need to get the others. kie, hold jj back until I get the boys.” You say as you start around the Chateau.

“pope! john b! sarah! the kooks are here!” You yell. Just as you round a corner you are pushed against the side of the house. It knocks the wind briefly out of your chest. You look up to see Rafe’s blue eyes staring back at you.

“rafe, what the hell! let me go!” Thrashing against his grip, but proving no effect. He smirks at your attempts, finding it amusing that you think your small frame can do anything as he towers and cages you against the house. You turn your head to see the rest of your friends meeting the other Kooks in the front yard. That gives you some relief.

“oh, but that wouldn’t be fun now would it?” He smiles. He brings his hand to move a piece of your hair behind your ear, his gold ring glimmering in the sun. His eyes boring into you, sending an unclear message. Your cheeks involuntarily turning pink.

“as much as I’m enjoying our alone time, I need to go help my friends. always a pleasure, rafe.” You say rolling your eyes as you move out of his grip, it is extremely short-lived.

Next thing you know, your chest is pressed against the side of the Chateau with Rafe’s chest pressed against your back. His hands are resting dangerously low on your hips, it’s a very suggestive position to be in with someone you claim to hate. He leans over your frame until his lips are right beside your ear. The smell of him meets your senses. Sandalwood and expensive cologne travels through your nose. It puts you into a trance, like you just popped a psychedelic and you are the highest you’ve ever been. It makes your head spin.

He’s fucking intoxicating.

“I like this view much better.” He chuckles darkly in your ear. He pushes his hips closer to you, and that’s when you feel it.

He’s hard.

“r-rafe, get off me, perv!” You stutter, your breath hitching in your throat. He notices your breathing pattern and smiles to himself. He realizes that if you really wanted him to get off, you could’ve slipped out from under him. Yet here you are, still at his mercy. He hasn’t even really touched you and he has you flustered like a virgin. He experimentally rolls his hips forward. You whimper at the friction, nails digging into the wood of the house. You instantly slap your hand over your mouth.

“your body tells me otherwise, sweetheart. something is telling me that you like me.” He smirks against your ear as he places a kiss on your neck. Your body craves more friction so you grind your ass against his jeans, biting your lip and looking up at him. His breath stutters and he lets out a low groan, gripping your hips tighter. His jeans becoming painfully tight as time progresses.

“I’m not the only one enjoying this.” You smirk as you continue to grind your ass against his cock. He lets out a shaky moan, rolling his hips in response. You shouldn’t be enjoying this half as much as you are. Sure, you are enjoying teasing Rafe but God, does it feel good. His hands halt your movements.

“you’re supposed to be a dirty, little pogue; beneath me, insignificant.” he pants, slipping his hands to the front of your shorts, pulling them down your legs. “So answer me this, baby,” he slips fingers through your underwear and pulls them down to join your shorts around your ankles. You moan as your bare pussy is exposed to the open air and to Rafe’s hungry gaze.

“why do I want to fuck you until you are begging me to stop, hm?” He says, breath tickling your ear. He licks the shell of your ear and you shudder as he moves his long fingers further and further down to where you crave him most.

Every ounce of rationality has gone out the window, every shrivel of pride. You are so desperate for him that you think that if he doesn’t fuck you soon, you are going to explode. His fingers run up your slit, feeling just how sopping you are for him. Your hips jerk involuntarily towards his hand.

“Is this all for me, pretty girl? Look at her, she’s practically drooling.” He says he allows his finger to dip into your heat for just a second, causing you to let out a pathetic whine. He laughs at your misery but is secretly holding back every urge to bury his face between your thighs and go to town until you’re sobbing.

“you are so soaked for the boy you always say you can’t stand, for a kook.” You whimper at his words, reaching out for his hand to move it back to where you want, but he moves it out of your reach.

“please, rafe.” You beg, reaching for his face behind you and turning your head to be face to face with him. He smiles at you as he rubs tiny little circles over your swollen clit teasingly.

“please what, pretty girl? tell me in that pretty voice of yours.” He kisses your neck affectionately. You push your pussy against his hand and whimper.

“please touch me, rafe! want your f-fingers, please!” you plead pathetically, gripping his bicep, nails digging crescents into his arm. Your eyes begging him to please you, how could he say no? Just then you feel his hand leave your clit and his pointer finger prods at your entrance.

“You’re fucking addicting.” He says as he finally shoves his finger inside of your soaking pussy. His cold ring causing a whole new level of pleasure. You practically scream in pleasure.

“fuck, rafe!” you yelp, he increases his speed until you can hear the lewd, squelching noises at the action. You claw at his arm and he grabs your hand and interlocks your fingers against the wall.

“so fucking tight, sweetheart. wanted to shove my fingers in your little pussy for years.” He says as he turns your head so that you are looking directly at each other.

“wanted this for s-so long, baby. feels so good, rafe!” You say against his lips as you whimper when his finger curls upwards toward your g-spot. He closes the gap and kisses you with so much passion, it makes your head spin. Just then, he shoves another finger inside and you moan against his lips. You feel the coil in your stomach begin to form and you begin to tighten around Rafe’s fingers.

“what would friends think if they saw you right now, hm? So dumb all because of a kook’s fingers. rafe cameron’s , nonetheless.” He smiles darkly.

“s-shut up, I’m so fucking close, rafe.” You whimper parting from his hot kiss. His two fingers moving impossibly fast, your arousal dripping out of you and onto his hand, running down his arm. Rafe moaned at the sight. He could’ve came right then.

“be honest and tell me who makes you feel this good and beg me to cum, baby.” He brings his thumb to rub fast circles on your clit, “If you do that, I’ll let you cum.” he smiles devilishly. You whimper as you hammer your hips to meet his brutal pace.

“ you make me feel this good, rafe! only y-you! please let me cum, can’t hold it!” You were sobbing at this point, the pleasure his fingers are giving you is too much. You feel slightly embarrassed by your confession, but that’s a later problem.

He takes his fingers out of you and spins you around so you’re facing him. You stare at him in hazy confusion until he pushes your legs apart and sinks to his knees. He shoves his fingers back in you and when he starts to suck on your clit, you start to see stars.

“aw, so fucking honest, cum for me baby.” He says as he increases his suction on your clit. Your vision turns white as you reach your high. Rafe doesn’t stop as he laps up your release like a starving man. His tongue fucking your pussy in an animalistic manor. His eyes meet yours, his pupils so blown out you can barely see the blue that you oh so adore.

“s’too much, rafe!” You whine helplessly at the overstimulation. As Rafe takes his mouth off your pussy, putting his fingers in his mouth and sucking on them. You moan at the sight, taking a mental picture. He stands and you look down at his bulge and he looks painfully hard.

“had to taste you, baby, taste so fucking sweet.” He admits adoringly as he presses a chaste kiss to your lips and you can taste yourself on his tongue. You allow yourself to get decent and redress yourself.

“rafe! let’s fucking go!” You are yanked back into reality as you hear Topper’s voice from in front of the house. Rafe takes his jacket off and ties it around his waist, barely concealing his arousal. He turns around to you one last time.

“come over to see me tonight, finish what we started, yeah?” He says with a smirk as he runs back around the house. You lean against the house as your chest heaves like you’ve just ran a marathon. You just got finger-fucked by rafe cameron , and you fucking loved it. Your thoughts are short lived as your friends run toward you.

“oh my god, y/n! Are you hurt? We didn’t know where you went!”john b says as he checks you for any injuries. Your friends surprisingly didn’t appear to be injured. So you assume the wounds found themselves with the kooks.

As your friends ran their mouths about the kooks, your thoughts lied with what the hell you and rafe cameron are going to get into later tonight.

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loveyru · 1 year

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❥ stay, baby ˚ rafe cameron

❥ summary: rafe turns up at your house in the middle of the night, insisting he stays because he needs you ❥ warnings: rafe being a meanie, slight daddy kink, oral, general contents of smut, minors do not interact! ❥ authors note: i haven’t written in months so, enjoy ❥ pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader

he stands in the middle of your bedroom and he's angry, though you don't know why. the string lights you have decorating your wall being the only thing to shed some light into the room, "you can't be here" you say quickly, moving away from the balcony doors and towards him

"well," he scoffs and gestures around your bedroom, "i'm already fucking here" he huffs, rubbing a hand over his jaw before moving it up into his hair

shaking your head you reply, "no rafe, you cannot be here" you step towards him but he steps back, keeping a distance between you both, "get out" you huff pointing at the door

he had woken you up, banging on the balcony doors and when you'd opened the door to ask him what he was doing, he rushed in, not giving you the time to turn him away. "no" he answers simply with a shrug

a groan escapes you as you tilt your head back towards the ceiling, you take another step towards him. he stares down at you, his jaw clenching slightly, "are you high?" you ask as you notice his pupils twice the size they should be

rafe looks away from you, his eyes darting around your room, though nothing has changed since his last visit. you hum to get his attention, reminding him you had spoken, "i don't know" he shrugs again

"okay, you definitely can't be here," you say quickly grabbing at his bicep to pull him around so he's in front of you. planting your hands on his back you start to push him towards the balcony, "go home"

as rafe gets to the doors he growls, "get the fuck off of me" he turns quickly and snatches both of your wrists into one of his hands. you stop and stare up at him before thrashing your arms about, he doesn't let go

the more you struggle against him the more he fights back, holding your wrists almost too tight, you're sure there will be bruises to show for it tomorrow. one of your wrists manages to slip out of his grip and you immediately push at him, he doesn't move though, "rafe, stop, you fucking asshole" you half shout, thankful you’re home alone for the night

he pulls you towards him and his free hand finds your neck, holding you in place, just looking up at him. out of instinct your fingers come up to wrap around his wrist, "stop running your fucking mouth and shut up" he talks slowly, "okay?"

you nod and he lets go of you, though the feeling of his fingers around your throat lingers. your chest rises a little faster as you swallow thickly. before you can stop yourself you're stepping forward, pushing him harder than you did before

rafe stumbles back slightly, his hip bumping off of your dresser as he does but you immediately regret it when he looks at you. he tilts his head quickly, his eyes full of fire before lunging at you, his arms sliding around your waist tightly

he walks you back across the room until your legs hit the edge of your bed, pushing you back until you're falling and laying flat under him. rafe slots his knee between your thighs and leans over you, caging you in, his hands either side of your head

"last fucking warning sweetheart, stop" he talks lowly, his breath fanning over your face as his eyes search yours. you scowl at him and his eyebrow raises, only coming back down when the crease on your forehead disappears, "i'm staying here, do you understand?"

"yes" you reply quietly. rafe opens his mouth, spurring you on without a single word, "yes daddy" you whisper, giving into him. he dips, your noses almost brushing, his forehead resting against yours as he sighs

this happens between you and rafe more than you'd like to admit. he turns up, always high or drunk, out of the blue, you argue and sometimes fight and still, somehow, you end up underneath him

his body relaxes against you, hips coming flush against yours. rough denim scratches against the slither of exposed skin where your sleep shorts have slipped down slightly. the weight of him against you makes you gasp, "there she is, my good girl," rafe finally whispers

he leans on one hand, bringing his free hand to your throat again, this time his fingers are gentle as they sweep over your skin, even the rings he wears are warm and don't leave a chill on you. he presses his thumb into the side of your neck until you whimper, your lips parting involuntary, "rafe,"

"hmm?" he answers, "what's wrong pretty girl?" he's mocking you, you know it. he knows exactly what he's doing to you and you hate it. hating the way your breathing has got heavy in anticipation

"kiss me"

slowly he obliges, dragging your bottom lip down with his thumb, "stick your tongue out, baby" he mumbles and you let your tongue loll out of your mouth. rafe hums and smirks as he spits onto your tongue, tasting like alcohol and weed, groaning to himself when he watches your eyes soften, "c'mere"

your eyes flutter shut as he crowds your space, pushing your tongue back into your mouth with his own, his teeth grazing straight over your bottom lip as he kisses you. it's messy and desperate, like it always is. your hands slide over his neck, feeling veins underneath your palms as you pull him into you

rafe leans down on his forearm and his free hand finds your bare thigh, sliding upwards until he hits the hem of your sleep shorts. his lips start to trail down to your jaw, leaving small wet patches as he goes from where his tongue licks over your skin

his fingers pinch at your thighs, quick and not enough to properly hurt but enough to make your back arch away from the mattress, your tits pushing against his chest as you do. he sucks lightly at your neck, he's everywhere, around you, against you and above you and your cunt flutters and drips at the interaction, soaking your panties

"need these off" rafe complains, dragging your shorts down as far as he can with one hand before moving off of you, completely, just long enough to get them off. he discards them on the floor somewhere before kneeling between your legs

under his gaze you feel tiny, he towers over you with a smirk as he runs his hands down both of your thighs, curling them around to the backs so he can push them back, spreading you open for him. he tuts at your wetness seeping through the thin fabric of your panties and your face reddens

"messy baby" he shakes his head and you pout, he reciprocates the action, though his is mocking but before you can whine at him he drags a knuckle straight up your clothed slit and you moan, loudly, when he presses against your clit

"fuck, rafe," you whimper when he repeats the action, up and down your cunt until his knuckle is sticky and wet, "please" he swaps to his thumb, drawing lazy circles over your aching clit but still, it’s not enough

"please what?" rafe asks you with a tilt of his head, still hovering over you. you roll your hips down against his hand, forcing more pressure against where you need him most, "words" he grunts, moving his hands to your hips, pinning them down onto the bed

your cheeks heat up again and you attempt to turn away, looking anywhere but up at him but he quickly takes hold of your chin, "just fuck me" you whisper, "please" you finish, sliding your hands up underneath his shirt to press your fingers along his hip bone

normally rafe would make you be more specific, letting you mumble out all the disgusting things you let him do to you but this time, he gives in quickly. he moves to stand at the edge of your bed and leans over you, wrapping his hands over your hips before pulling you to the edge too

"need you to come on my face first, angel," he admits, sinking down to his knees in front of you. his hands slide underneath your ass, hooking his fingers under your panties just enough to drag them down your legs

he blows onto your pussy and then licks a stripe from your dripping hole to your clit, flattening his tongue over the aching bud. you pant when he starts to suck, your fingers push through his hair, nails scratching at his scalp gently

"who's pussy is this?" he asks, pulling away, his lips wet and shiny with your arousal. he spits onto your clit while he waits for your answer, licking his bottom lip as he watches it drip down between your folds, "c'mon baby, you know the answer to this"

your brain turns to mush when his thumb starts to spread the wetness around, barely dipping into your needy hole before pulling away, "yours, it's yours," you pant, "always yours, dadd-"

rafe plunges two thick fingers into you, cutting you off as you cry out, your hips bucking off of the bed. he sits back and watches the way you clench around him, silently begging him to move. he pulls out slowly, humming appreciatively when you tighten around just the tips of his fingers

"fuck, oh my god," you moan breathlessly, covering your eyes with your forearm. he slides his fingers back into you, his thumb swiping at your clit as he leans back down, replacing his thumb with his mouth

the sounds coming from your cunt are obscene, between the way he's messily sucking and licking through your folds and the wet squelching as his fingers pump in and out of you

his free hand settles on your tummy, pushing down slightly when he curls his fingers inside of you. he's so deep you can almost feel it in your chest, the warm coil starting to tighten underneath his large hand

he presses into your spot and eats out out like a man starved, his eyes closed, lashes touching his cheeks as he drowns in you. your chest heaves, moans and whimpers tumbling past your lips before you can stop them.

"rafe, god," you pull gently on his hair, keeping him in place as your orgasm builds far too fast. he hums against you, the vibrations against your clit making your back arch off of the bed. he knows your close, he can feel your walls pulsing around him, "i'm so fucking close"

you don't even realise his hand has moved from your stomach until you hear the clang of metal, his belt coming undone. you push yourself up on your elbows to watch him desperately pushing his jeans down just enough to wrap his hand around his cock

his shoulder jerks as he works his hand over his dick and he moans against you, spit runs from the corner of his mouth. the whole scene sends you over the edge, "i'm, fuck,” you whine, "i'm coming"

rafe works you through it, his fingers slowing inside of you as you drip around him. you push his head away, shuddering violently as you border on overstimulated, flopping back against the bed

"oh angel," rafe tuts as he stands, his cock still weeping in his hand, his jeans pushed down around his thighs. you stare up at him while your breathing evens out. he leans down over you, his free hand cupping your jaw as he pulls you in for a kiss.

you taste yourself on his lips and tongue, whimpering into his mouth when he grazes his teeth over your lip. "you didn't ask to come" he mumbles against you, barely pulling away long enough to speak

he gives you no time to process his words, he flips you over onto your hands and knees, pushing your legs apart so you're on display for him, "raf- daddy," you rush out, "i didn't mean to, please" you defend yourself because you know what's coming

"i thought i trained you better," he huffs and moves around behind you. your hear his belt hit the floor and then his hand squeezing at your hip, pulling you back towards him, the tip of his cock brushing at your entrance, "you should know better"

all the air in your lungs get punched out when he fills you in one swift thrust. he's huge, barely fitting inside you, "shit, you're so big," you cry out, running from him, his cock almost slipping out of you

"don't fucking," he grits, pushing down on your back to pull you back towards him, filling you up again, "run from me." he leans over you, hair brushing your back as he rocks back and forth, forcing the last inch of his cock inside of you, balls deep, “so fuckin' tight,"

tears run down your cheeks and you sniffle with the stretch and overstimulation, your forehead pressing into the sheets. rafe coos behind you, "c'mon baby, you can take it, know you can," he pulls back and slams back into you, both of you groaning in tandem

"please, please," you babble, your brain turning to mush when he starts to thrust, deep but still harsh, his hips slamming into your asscheeks hard enough to leave bruises, "please"

"please what?" he asks, smugly. he kneels on the edge of the bed, forcing you forward a little as he finds the leverage he needed. your spot gets abused by the fat head of his cock every time he pushes in, feeling the veins on his dick pulsing against your soft walls

unable to form words you don't answer, instead you cry out. a mix of moans and whimpers constantly falling from your mouth, barely able to breathe between each one. his fingers thread into your hair, pushing your head down into the mattress as he grunts loudly behind you

his free hand winds around your waist, wet fingers sliding over your clit furiously. you clench around him like a vice, sucking him in and keeping him there. he moans loudly through gritted teeth behind you, tilting his head towards the ceiling, the noise rumbles through his chest and his cock twitches, you know he's close

"oh, fuck" rafe shudders, letting go of your head, he takes both of your wrists into his hand, pulling you back against him with every unrelenting thrust, "such a good fucking pussy," he growls

"s'yours, all yours" you cry, your orgasm building desperately, "can i come? pl-, oh god, please" resorting to begging is your only hope and you know it works with rafe, usually.

"not yet angel" he starts to slow, pulling back to look at where you're stretched around him, a creamy ring left around the base of his cock, "hold it baby, know you can"

you whine loudly, letting the end turn into a cry. your thighs shake and his thumb continues to press almost too hard against your clit. you clench your eyes shut, trying with everything in you not to focus on the fire burning hot inside you

"gonna ruin your little pussy," rafe starts to ramble, his hips falling out of time with the push and pull of your bodies, "keep you stuffed with my come so you're mine, aren't you?" he pants hard, "say it"

"i'm yours, only yours" you gasp and grit your teeth. your wrists get released from his grasp and you snake a hand between your thighs, wrapping your fingers around his wrist in attempts to stop the assault on your clit, "please"

he ignores your pleas completely, moving his free hand to your hip, pulling you back onto him hard. he grunts and growls behind you, "fuck, you can come" he pants, the coil snaps and you start to come with a shout, tears streaming down your face, "there you go, good fucking girl" he slaps at your clit once before moving his hand away

stars appear in your vision as your cunt contracts, pushing his fat cock out when he starts to come, warm thick ropes of cum splashing up your walls, "don't, fucking shit," he grits, his dick pulses and he forces his way back into you "don't push me out, need to keep it all in, baby" he finishes breathlessly

your body and brain feel like jelly and you only know you're breathing because you can hear it, panting in time with the boy who lowers over you. his hands planted either side of your head, he leans down and peppers kisses over your sweaty shoulders, his chest sticking to you, "you okay?" he mumbles into your skin, "did so fucking good for me"

whimpering and nodding you turn over underneath him, your bodies still pressed together, he kisses at your nose and cheeks, warm salty tears wetting his lips. minutes go by and his hips pull back when his cock softens, slipping out of you with a vulgar squelch

rafe kisses your forehead but then moves off of you. you reach for him, fingers brushing his sides, "need to clean you up so you can sleep," he talks softly and retreats to the bathroom to grab a towel.

when he comes back he parts your legs, you whine and try to shut them, flinching when the towel bumps against your clit, "rafe," you sigh, pushing him away with your foot

"i know, i'm nearly done" he whispers and wraps gentle fingers around your ankle, pulling your leg away from him, "i'm done, i'm done" he says quickly when you whine. he discards the towel on the floor and looks down at you

"what?"

he scratches at his already pink and blotchy chest, "do you still want me to get out?" he asks softly and you reach for his other hand, lacing your fingers together so you can pull him gently onto your bed

"no, you can stay, baby”

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loveyru · 2 years

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Bloodied Knuckles

TW: mentions of blood. Smut. Language. Angst with ex.

SUMMARY: After JJ defends you, you act on the feelings that have been building for months…

WORD COUNT: 1600

*Requested*

Anonymous asked:

Can you do one where reader is Sarah’s friend and she thinks jj acts like he doesn’t like her and is always rude to her but he actually has a crush on her until one night they all go to a party and he hears your ex. Bf talking shot about reader and he’s furious and beats him up. Once everyone at the chateau is sleeping except reader and him she tells him that no one has ever stood up for her and thanks him and he’s like whatever and then she tells him it was also hot and what happens after that is up to you

Bloodied Knuckles

It seemed you were no exception to this particular method of crude banter. Where you saw him exercise this in a way to his other friends, you noticed how it was more aggressive when directed towards you. You believed that this had been due to the fact that you were a Kook and he was a Pogue, but this theory was debunked as he had treated Sarah just as he had his other allies, leaving you more as more of an exclusion to his close group of those he trusted. This was why when you came to the beach an hour later than when the party started to find him hovering over your ex-boyfriend with knuckles dripping blood, you were beyond confused. Although JJ didn’t need an excuse to get into a fight, you found it puzzling for what reason he’d have, out of all other Kooks more deserving, why your ex got to learn the extent of his wrath. But you wouldn’t have to wait long as he would offer this answer as his opponent lay nearly motionless at his feet.

“If I hear you so much as say her name and you won’t get up next time,” He threatened, pushing through the crowd and returning to The Twinkie without noticing you, your heart-at that new pulsation between your legs now stronger than ever for him, having fluttered as this action had been cause enough for you all to return to The Chateau.

Even though your eyes had remained on him through the rest of the night until everyone else had gone to sleep, you couldn’t bring yourself to speak a word to him as you fixated on the bruising of his knuckles, dried blood over otherwise flawless caramel skin and the single line of blood still prominent on his brow from the single shot your ex managed to get over him.

As you had remained on the couch,acting as if you were focused on your phone, when you used it as a disguise to analyze him from over the rim of your case, you watched him pull himself from the couch and move towards the bathroom, the door kept open as he pulled a first aid kit down onto the sink.

“If you’re gonna gawk, you can at least help me…” He commented as he saw you eye him from the chair. You were on your feet before you could object, helping him with the peroxide set on the gauze, before taking it to his brow.

“Nobody has ever stood up for me before…” You explained as his eyes fell to you, the sudden attention behind his blue irises having left you intimidated as he was able to portray such seduction with this simple descent.

“I wouldn’t flatter yourself, princess…different Kook-same name…MUCH more tolerable…” You let out a deep breath, frustrated at the illusion of progress you believed you were making with him.

“I just wanted to say thank you, you don’t always have to be like that…”

“It’s whatever, okay? Asshole deserved it…”

“JJ…I mean it…It was…”

“What?” He smirked, leaning against the sink with his brow now coated with the antibiotic gel and a miniature bandage.

“Kinda…”

“Yeah?” He chuckled.

“Hot…” Your eyes set onto his as his smile faded while you dropped your own focus to the first aid kit, turning away from him to return the unused medical supplies back into the case, feeling him close in at your back.

“They would probably excommunicate you just for being this close to me…” He spoke into your ear as you found his expression in the mirror in front of you, his eyes focusing on your figure and not the surprise of your gaze analyzing him.

“And just imagine what they'd do,” He brushed your hair from your shoulder and collecting it at rest over its opposite counterpart, “If they knew you’d let me do this…” You swallowed hard in feeling his breath against your skin. Your eyes closed softly at the feeling that was accented with the feeling of his fingers wrapping into your hips.

“And how about if they knew how wet you were?” He asked as were traced over your shorts, his touch making you jolt, as he smirked against your skin.

“I didn’t even think you liked me…”

“Who says I do?” He teased as you would push your ass against his cock, feeling it at attention between your cheeks as he would smirk.

“Who says it’s because of you?” To this, your head cast to the side, the sensuality of the moment threatened to slip into that bitter commentary he usually cast to you.

“Look…” He made you look into the mirror by the guide of his fingers directing your cheek as his second hand came to your clothed clit.

“I don’t think pretty things should be tainted, okay?” Your eyes narrowed at him in the reflection.

“Because I’ve thought of a million ways to do it…all of which I’ve stopped myself because I didn’t think you’d give me the time of day…” You were pressed harder into the sink, his fingers in your shorts, slipping into your panties, and finding you agreeable to his advances.

“But now that I know you want this…I’m gonna make each one of them come true-” Your shorts were suddenly forced from your hips as you turned to kiss him, his fingers returning to your hips to keep you facing the sink.

“And I want you to watch that pretty little face when I make you come..and I want you to remember it like this…your skin flawless as it is soft…” His hand came to your neck, wrapping around it for dominance, not pain, as he continued to speak, “Remember it before I mark it all up…” Your eyes closed as the plea left your lips, one you werne’t aware you’d even uttered until his mouth was at your ear again.

“What do you want, sweetheart?”

“You…”

“Well I’m here…So what do you want with me? Hmm? Gotta tell me, sometimes I can be a bit clueless, oblivious even-”

“JJ…” You breathed sharply as his fingers quickened against you, your slick collected at his fingertips as he continued.

“Yes, princess?”

“Fuck me…please…”

“Shit…” He pulled back for a moment, viewing you in the mirror.

“Say it again…” You obliged, his smile widening as you waited for him to act.

“I’ve imagined that a thousand times, and you still managed to make it sound so much fucking sweeter for me…”

“Please-”

“Yeah?”

You nodded, a pout produced from your lips as he would crane your neck to face him, but keep your body in front of him. A sweet kiss to your lips distracting you from the fact you’d offer anything just to have his touch.

“Not this time, princess.” Your mouth hung open.

“I want to savor that moment…make sure you REALLY want it, not just because you’re turned on because I…defended your honor…” He laughed at his own choice of wording.

“JJ-”

“But…” He interrupted your plea, turning you back to face yourself, “You’re gonna come…” Your hand wrapped around his wrist as your eyes closed.

“Keep those eyes open for me…I want you to watch me as I make it happen…as I make you cream all over my hand…Gently the first time.”

“The first?”

“Just to get you used to my touch…And then…” His fingers quickened, your grip tightening as you rocked against him, but found him to sandwich you between his own convicted hips and the hard rim of the sink.

“You’re gonna squirt all over my hand…” His hand clenched tigther aroudn your throat as you grinned to the erotic dominnace behind his careful grasp.

“All over those knuckles that defended you…And I’m gonna wear you with pride, princess…” He looked towards the hallway of The Chateau.

“But you gotta be quiet or you’re gonna be embarrassed explaining to everyone why you woke them them…Because I’m not stoppin’” You nodded, wrapping your fingers around the edge of the sink as he was merciless with his motions, articulating his thumb in small circles that edged you several times before finally offering that release of penetration of his ringed fingers, knuckles deep and curling to drive your eyes fluttering closed. The tightened pull of your neck and the reminder to keep your eyes open would leave you in observation to his touch and how sexual it had been.

“Fuck’s sake, you’re so wet, aren’t you?” You nodded, whimpering as he now used his palm to your clit, thrusting quick fingers into you while that edge was achieved and you spilled over his hand, yoru second orgasm following quickly after your first as you shuddered in front of him.

“See how beautiful you look, spent for me?” You nodded as he lifted his hand to view.

“But I’m dying to know if you’re as sweet as you look…” You watched as he carried his hand to his lips, licking you off of his knuckles, over the wounds and new bruising, as your breath hitched.

“Even better than I imagined…”

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JJ Maybank MasterList

SERIES

Incarceration Series: Part 1 / Part 2

ONE SHOTS

Whatever It Takes

Grease Monkey

The Bartender

Stay

Helping Hands

Cinnamon Toast Crunch

Cuffed

Better Than Gold

The Price of Greed

Two Weeks

Crimson

Finish What You Started

Override

Sabotage

Never Really Over

Deny, Deny, Deny

An Adventure in the Twinkie

Worth A Thousand Words

Blackmail

Submission

Dirty

Restriction

Under Their Noses

Scrapper

FLUFF/BLURBS

What's In A Name?

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THIS GAVE ME A TINGLY FEELING IN MY STOMACH

steve n his massive cock :(( poor guy just needs a size queen gf

steve who laughs the first time he shows it to you because of that dumbfounded look you’re giving him. he’s knows it all too well, seen it about a hundred times spanning all the way back to his highschool days.

you’re on the floor of the family video break-room kneeling between his legs. he feels like a freak with the way you’re staring at it, mouth agape, eyebrows disappearing into your hairline. god. he’s huge.

“you with me?” he asks. the question is strained, almost breathless. he knows, you realize. he knows exactly how bad you want to take it for a spin. maybe that’s why he indulges you, holding his cock by the base and feeding the thick tip into your mouth.

—

steve who doesn’t let you take him all at once the first time you have sex, placing a careful hand under your ass to keep you from sinking down all the way.

you’re panting into his mouth, knees on either side of his thighs. you’ve been fucking yourself of his tip for 10 minutes, groaning at the stretch you feel.

steve groans when you clench down on him, eyes going wide. you want to tell him how pretty he looks, how gorgeous his lips are, all bitten and slack.

you test the waters by sinking down further, pushing past the resistance of his hand to take him halfway. a gasp forces its way past your lips. he’s huge, absolutely monstrous.

“fuckfuckfuck don’t hurt yourself.” he groans, throwing his head back against the pillow. you hear none of it, bouncing harder in search of that sweet spot you need him to hit.

you want all of him, every inch, every ridge. you’d kneel between his legs all day if you could, mapping the veins of his cock with your tongue. the best part is? he’d let you.

you’re pulled out of your thoughts by a hand on your face. steve looks up at you from where his head is buried in the pillows, a string of saliva connecting his lips to the silky fabric.

“y’wanna take the whole thing?” he rasps, clearly defeated in the midst of your passion. “take it. fuckin’ size queen.”

the jab is laced with affection, you know that much when his hands settle around the dip of your waist. it’s not long before the room is filled with your shared whines again, the air growing thick with anticipation.

“ready?” he asks. you’re nodding before he can get the full word out, sinking down once more to finally let all of him fill you.

you aren’t even fully seated before your orgasm hits you, a wave of spasms reverberating out from your core. the sound steve let’s out is guttural, primal. a filthy precursor to the load of cum that fills you moments after.

#i simply have no words #myfavourites #i passed out #steveharrington #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x female reader #steve harrington oneshot

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Can you do a fic of the evans walking in on a fem!reader masturbating?

The Evans See You Masturbating*

request: Can you do a fic of the evans walking in on a fem!reader masturbating?

prompts: none

warning: smut, masturbating, language, anger

Tate Langdon

“Ohhhh fuck, Tate!”

he immediately went to your room after hearing you call his name

his eyes went wide when he saw what you were doing

Tate’s had a crush on you since you moved in, but he didn’t think you liked him back

any doubts he had were washed away by sight before him

he walked over and placed his hand on your leg

you looked up at him, startled

“Want me to help with that?”

Kit Walker

Kit heard a noise coming from your room and walked in to find you touching yourself

while moaning his name

“You need some help with that suga?”

Kit smirked as he walked over to you

you nodded eagerly as he neared you

as soon as his fingers met your core, you were a moaning mess

he didn’t stop for a while

Post-Death Kyle Spencer

Kyle would be confused

he wouldn’t understand what you were doing

when he walked over to you, you would blush under his gaze

“What... doing?”

“It’s called mastubating Ky. It makes you feel good.”

“Can I try?”

before you answered his hand would be heading towards your core

let’s just say he really knows what he’s doing

Jimmy Darling

Jimmy would be hurt

he’s always been insecure about your relationship

he’d feel that he wasn’t enough for you

as soon as you realized Jimmy was watching you, your face would heat up

“Jimmy please. I need you.”

he’d be a cocky little shit after hearing you say that

you may or may not have gotten some noise complaints from Desiree

James March

James wouldn’t be happy when he saw what you were doing

he made you promise that whenever you were horny, you’d come to him

but then he heard you moan his name

his anger faded as he walked over to you

“Darling, I thought I said that you come to me when you need pleasure.”

“I- I’m sorry James, I just couldn’t find you.”

“Well I’m here now, aren’t I?”

Kai Anderson

Kai would be angry

like really angry

“I thought I told you not to touch yourself.”

you would be panicking because you broke a rule

“I guess I have to teach you a lesson.”

let’s just say you couldn’t walk or sit normally for a while

like at least a week

#evan peters #tate langdon #kit walker #kyle spencer #jimmy darling #james march #kai anderson #evan peters smut #tate langdon smut #kit walker smut

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Can you do 48, 43, 5, where the reader (female) is Kit’s babysitter? but the reader is super shy and reserved and Kit finds her innocence amusing. 🥵

Kit Walker Getting Rough With His Babysitter (you!)

Summary- Kit's family has welcomed you in as the babysitter. But Kit welcomes you in as something more.

Warnings- filthy, filthy smut😋 Kit being a little rougher than usual but it's still hot, fingering, squirting and seggsy s3x Words- 2.3k, gets into smut fairly quickly

I didn't use the word prompts, I hope that's okay with you. I started rewatching Asylum and got Kit feels so I neeeeded to write something asap <3

Enjoy :D

You lay down the last cleaned plate and dry your hands on a kitchen towel nearby, stepping to the side to take a peek at Julia outside. When you picked her up from school today, she insisted that her new friend comes home with her to play. Their parents didn’t seem to have an issue with that, and since Mr Walker was very relaxed when it came to raising his kids, you didn’t think he’d mind.

You look around the kitchen before glancing at the clock, making a mental note of when to go and pick Thomas up after his football practice. He’s been playing a lot recently, so you hoped his dad wouldn’t mind if you went to his game on Saturday to watch him too. You’d become very close to the kids, and you felt like a part of the family, despite just being the babysitter. Or as Julia and Thomas called you, the Big Kid Sitter, since they hated being called babies.

You cleaned up dishes after making Julia and her new friend a snack, so you open in the fridge and start making dinner. The Walkers were pretty eco-friendly and mostly ate the things from their own farm and land, so you start cooking with the vegetables that had grown just outside the window.

You weren’t cooking for long before you heard the front door open, and Mr Walker walk in. He kicks off his work boots and takes off his work gloves. You turn around to smile at him.

“Good afternoon”

He smiles at you wide before throwing the gloves on the coffee table.

“Good afternoon”, he repeats back to you.

“Do you want me to put them in the laundry? I was going to do a load after dinner”, you ask, referring to the gloves. Kit did his absolute best handling everything around the house, but you wanted to help the most you could.

“Hey, you’re just the babysitter, let me worry about everything else”. You smile and nod, going back to cutting ingredients on the kitchen island, for the food you were still going to make.

“Although, dinner sounds delicious”, Kit says, looking at your body up and down. You look back at him blankly. You were never sure whether Kit meant to come off flirty and charming, or if he didn’t notice how he made you feel.

The dirty way he looked at you as he said delicious made your thighs tingle, but you ignore it, assuming he didn’t mean more than he said.

Kit walks over to your side and looks out the window.

“Where are the kids?”

“Thomas is still at school”. Kit nods. “And Julia is outside with a friend from school”

Kit nods once more. “Maya?”

“No, a new friend”, you look at Kit and hold back a smile. “Eric”

Kit raises his eyebrows, and looks out the window to look at his daughter running around with a little boy, chasing chickens in the backyard.

“Hope they ain’t kissin”. Kit’s accent came through the most when there was emotion in his voice. It made you bite your lip to hold back a wider smile. You turn around to him and put an arm around his shoulder to relax him.

“They aren’t, I’m keeping an eye on them”

Kit puts his arms on the sink and leans forward to take a good look at them, allowing all the muscles in his arms to reveal themselves. The muscles that every day turn wenches and pick up heavy toolboxes. You let your arm slide down his shoulder to touch his arm as subtly as you could.

“Although, they are playing mommies and daddies”, you say biting your lip once more, not sure whether Kit will like what he hears.

Kit turns to look at you and you raise your eyebrows. “Julia told me herself, they’re pretending the chickens are their kids”.

Kit sighs and turns around, leaning against the sink and parallel to you. The tips of your toes almost touch with how close you’re standing, between the kitchen island and the counter.

“They grow up too fast”, he says and smiles sadly. “She’s way too young to be playing mommies and daddies”

“I don’t think it’s serious yet, they’re chasing the chickens telling them it’s bedtime”, you laugh, hoping for Kit to loosen up. Although, if he were mad at your remark, you had an idea how he could take it out on you.

Kit stays silent for a minute, not too amused by what you said, instead deep in thought. You respectfully turn around and go back to cooking, letting him think.

But only a few seconds later, you feel his presence even closer behind you. You feel his breath against your shoulders as he opens his lips to speak.

He hesitates, making you wait and the impatient butterflies in your stomach flutter around faster. When the tip of his nose is touching your temple, he finally whispers.

“If anybody is old enough to be playing mommies and daddies, it’s us, don’t you think?”, he raises his eyebrow in natural question, as if what he’s suggesting isn’t filthy.

Your lips part with a silent gasp as you turn your head to try and look him in the eye, wanting to see if he’s serious or not. But your gaze never makes it to his eyes, stopping at his lips and never going further. The longer you stare the more you notice the edges of his lip curving into a smirk.

The kids outside run away further, taking their giggles and footsteps with them, leaving the kitchen and house completely silent. Kit mirrors your eyes, looking down at your lips. You gently lay the knife down on the cutting board and gulp quietly. You wonder whether Kit heard how nervous you were, or how hard your heart was pounding, or how much your heat throbbed.

Your questions were left unanswered when Kit pressed his lips against yours, sliding his hands on your waist and pulling you close. He pushes you against the kitchen island and you obediently let him. He kisses you again, deeper and hungrier, sucking your bottom lip in and savouring the taste and warmth of it. You waver, moving your hands first to lay gently on his shoulders, but quickly pulling them around his neck, trying to bring him closer to you. You tug and pull on each other as if you yearn to become one, desperate to feel skin to skin contact already that is still being blocked by your clothes.

Kit’s hand roam your body as he engulfs you in his kiss, moving his hand to brush through your hair, holding the back of your head as he speeds up, sucking in your tongue and lips eagerly. He no longer holds his breath, panting against your lips, making you melt against his body.

Any apprehension on your side dissolves with Kit’s other hand sliding to your ass, cupping it and digging his fingers into your cheek harder than expected. You can’t help but whimper against his mouth as he does so, feeling the immediate affect of your noises on the buldge pressed up against you. His hardening cock rubs against your clothed thighs just enough for you to realise how wet you were for him already. Kit must feel the same, as he moves his lips onto your neck, kissing gently once or twice before sucking harshly.

“Kit”, you whimper. “I need-”

He barks against your ear, “What? What do you need?”

His deep voice and sexy accent made you stutter even more.

He brushes his lips against yours, repeating, “What do you need?”, before biting your bottom lip lightly and tugging on it. When he lets go and it snaps back to place, you gasp and look at him. The hungry lust in his eyes made them black.

“You”, you finally choke out. You pull at his shirt, so needy that you struggle to take it off yourself, just pulling and lifting it. “Here, now”

Kit pulls his shirt off and throws it on the counter before ripping your pants down with your underwear. When his hands make their way back up your body after taking them off, they meet the bottom of your shirt and pull it off in one quick motion. It ends up somewhere on the floor, but you don’t care where.

The hand that Kit had on your ass returns to its position, grabbing a fistful of your ass and turning you around. He pushes up against your bare ass with the buldge in his pants and kisses your shoulder.

“Is this what you want?”, he rubs his tent between your cheeks. You nod desperately.

“Are you ready for that?”, Kit teases against your neck.

“Mm”, you moan, nodding again.

Kit pushes the chopping board in front of you away, almost letting it fall to the floor. Once he has space, he picks you up and puts you on the counter, bent over for him. You accept, pressing your boobs against the cold counter making your nipples harden, and looking back at Kit slightly.

He puts his rough hands on your thighs, spreading them to see your pussy. He groans when he sees how turned on you are, and gently blows on your arousal. The unexpectedly soft action makes you shiver and Kit chuckles, before quickly returning to his dominant self.

He spits on your pussy and uses his pointer and middle finger to rub it around you. Even the minimal touch finally in the place you want it, makes you close your eyes and hum in pleasure.

However, the tender caresses end when Kit plunges his two fingers into your pussy.

“Kit!”, you cry out.

Kit exhales in satisfaction at how soaked you are, before moving his fingers deeper into you. He points them up and curls them, digging around your walls. You rest your face on the counter, completely in his control as his slender fingers rhythmically curl. Kit clearly knows what he’s doing, purposely moving his whole hand, thrusting and probing his fingers at your sensitive ridge.

He suddenly slaps his hand down on your ass, making you yelp out in surprise. His tight grip on it adds another layer of pleasure, and he kneads and spreads it out, looking closely at you drip as he finger fucks you.

You can no longer hold in any noises, moaning incoherent swear words as Kit’s hand speeds up, hearing him moan too at the obscene sounds you make. Kit bites his bottom lip and the muscles in his arm flex as he fucks you, seeing how close you are to climax. Your fingers grip the edge of the counter in an attempt to hold yourself down, his fast digging making you move around the island.

Although you’ve masturbated and orgasmed before, an unfamiliar feeling spreads through your soaking pussy, making you lift your head.

“Kit”, you whine out between pants and moans that line up with the fast pace of his fingers, “Wait”.

“That’s okay baby”, he spits out, staring at the puddle you’re making. “Let go”

Your eyes wrinkle as you shut them tightly and your fingertips turn white as you hold on for dear life, Kit moving his entire arm, nearly vibrating his hand inside you, his stiff fingers deeper inside you than ever before. A long cuss leaves your lips.

“Fuuuuuck”, you yell out and rest your head, unbelievable arousal pouring out of you so fast that you can hear it on the floor.

“Fuck, baby”, Kit whines desperate, watching you squirt all over his hand. He slows his fingers down but doesn’t stop them, unzipping his pants with the hand that was on your ass.

When you part your lips to beg him to stop, too sensitive to take more, he takes out his fingers and replaces them quickly with his cock. The stretch makes you gasp and groan, only possible because of how wet you are. Kit puts his hand on your lower back, thrusting into you and moving your lax body towards him to meet his cock. He pounds you relentlessly, occasionally slapping his hand down on your ass, making you swear.

Kit groans through gritted teeth, panting as almost every thrust makes you clench around him. He leans towards you and brushes his fingers back through your hair, firmly but tenderly lifting your head off the marble island.

You struggle to keep your own head up as Kit’s massive length completely fills you, whining and trying to hold back another impending orgasm as best as you could, despite how tired you were getting.

“Kiiit”, you yell.

“Yes baby?”, he breathes out. He wraps his arm around your thigh, messily rubbing your clit.

Although a small gesture, it sends electrifying pleasure through your body, making your eyes open and hands grip the edge once again.

The extra touch makes you clench without even noticing, only clear by Kit’s loud reaction.

“Oh fuck- baby”, he groans. His sounds and thrusts get quicker in pace. You close your eyes tightly, feeling too full once again, attempting to hold in another orgasm. It becomes too difficult when Kit thrusts against something special, making you let go of your head and body and squirt over him again.

“Y/N, oh my god-”

“Cum for me baby”, you whimper out encouragingly and clench for him.

Within three more thrusts Kit yelps out your name, releasing into you, and attempts to ride out the orgasm, but immediately becomes too overwhelmed.

He pulls out but stays stood behind you, both of you too exhausted to move.

Suddenly, a certain thought gives you the energy to stand up and face him.

“Wait, you came into me?”, you ask.

Kit looks confused. “You told me to”

You widen your eyes a little, not wanting to show how nervous this made you, since you didn’t know how serious Kit felt about you. But he put his hand around your waist and smiled, making you calmer. He fakes an innocent voice and asks you a simple question.

“I thought you wanted to play mommies and daddies?”

━━━━━━♡♤♡━━━━━━

@milly-louise @kitwalker02 @tatestripedsweater @therenlover @maria-akira @tatesimper @sallyscigarettes @mossybank @ahsxual @mxlti-fand0m-imaginess @mrs-march-ahs-biggest-fan @kitwalkerangel @kitsommers @blackbat2020 @whiiiiplaaaaash @elaineygrace @divinerulerluvr @johndeaconshands @midnightstar-90 @xmaximoffic @tatesweaterweather @undeadcortez @slightlyvicked @americxn @kaislittleheadliner @imjimmysdarling @kaiandersonluvr @fictional-men-that-i-stan @quickiesgirl

guess thomas never got picked up from football practice SKDJSD

#american horror story #american horror story smut #kit walker #kit walker x #kit walker x reader #kit walker smut #kit walker x you #kit walker x y/n #evan peters #evan peters character

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Master List

Links to all of my fics for each character/actor are below! Be sure to like, reblog, and follow if you enjoyed my work. All fics are my own and you do not have my permission to post them elsewhere.

Requests are: Open

OBX Characters

John B.

JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron

Topper Thorton

OBX Actors

Drew Starkey

Chase Stokes

Rudy Pankow

Austin North

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Connections

Warnings: finger and hand action in a hammock

“What’s wrong, JJ?” I move my legs as he rolls into the hammock next to me. He’d been quiet for two days. I knew something was wrong when he left one night only to return with bruises and a busted lip. We didn’t talk about it but we all knew where it came from. JJ refused to talk about it. He’d go on an angry drunk bender then he’d be okay again.

JJ doesn’t answer, just takes the weed pin from my hand and takes an obnoxiously long drag before exhaling out of his nose. I snorted, recalling the dragon joke he always told during our smoke sessions.

“Tell me a joke.” JJ sighs, the sounds of the marsh reaching my ears as the sun started to set.

“My love life.” I snort, having just dumped my loser boyfriend.

“Break up again?”

“Yes.” I roll my eyes, looking out over the water.

“Why?”

“Um, lots of reasons. The relationship was bad. The sex was bad. It all adds up after awhile.”

“Why was the sex bad?”

“He could never get me off so he acted like I was the problem. After awhile I started to believe him.” JJ scoffs, darkness settling around us as the sun finally disappears into the ocean.

“What changed your mind?”

“I, uh, I think when I was able to get myself off like nothing. I realized that maybe he was the problem. I couldn’t enjoy sex with someone I didn’t feel connected to.”

“You’ve only had sex with two people.” He points out, taking the vape from me again.

“So? And neither made me cum.”

“A guy has never gotten you off?” Even in the dark I can see the surprise on his face.

“No. Why are we talking about this? Are you going to tell me what’s wrong with you?”

“Not even with finger-fucking? Are you serious?” I roll my eyes at his poor excuse of deflecting.

“JJ, it’s not that big of—.”

“Let me try.”

Now it’s my turn to be surprised.

“Shut up. No. Are you crazy?”

“Let’s test your theory. We have a connection, we’re best friends, we love each other, so surely I can get it. If not, it’ll prove your theory false and you just have a picky pussy. You’ll have to apologize to Topper for taking his mancard.”

“Don’t call her picky. And I didn’t take his mancard.”

“Not being able to get a girl off is a sure way to ruin a man’s ego. He’s probably licking his wounds as we speak.”

“Shut up!“ We both laugh but I don’t miss the way he turns on his side, scooting closer to me.

“Come on. Let me do this for you.” His voice is husky and deeper and it immediately starts a throbbing between my thighs Id never experienced before. I swallow the lump in my throat. No one would be able to see us in the dark and his body was shielding mine from the house. I bend my knees, spreading my legs for him. I don’t need to see to know he’s smirking so I let my eyes fall closed as I savor his touch starting on my knee.

His hands are warm and callused, years of manual labor already under his belt, with ringed fingers that glide over my skin and over the waist band of my cotton shorts. My nerves have my stomach in knots. What if he’s turned off by me? My fears are squashed when his fingers glide over my slit through my panties and he curses under his breath.

“Wet already?”

“Don’t make fun of me.” I whimper, his fingers rubbing slow circles over my clit. He withdraws his hand and I watch in shock as he sucks two fingers into his mouth then reaches back in my shorts.

“It helps if I’m wet too.” His fingers reach inside my panties and I keen as soon as he touches me.

“Shit.” I whisper, my body like a live wire and buzzing. His fingers dip lower until he’s circling my entrance. I gasp when one finger slides in then out causing my hips to jerk into his touch. He enters again with two fingers and I can’t help the loud moan that flies out. JJ chuckles, resting his head on my chest, his blonde locks brushing my chin as his fingers work slowly inside me. I was so wet I could hear it.

A sharp sensation deep in my gut has me arching, involuntarily grabbing his hair with one hand and his outstretched arm with the other.

“What was that?” I rasp and he does it again, harder this time. It sends sparks down to my toes and has my whole body tightening in response.

“Your G-spot. Does it hurt?” JJ lifts his head to watch my face. It doesn’t hurt, just foreign. I feel him stroking it softer and I can’t stop from rolling my hips into his hand.

“No. Just different.” I breathe, wishing I could see what his hand was doing. JJ groans, shifting closer and that’s when I feel his hard on against my hip. He was enjoying this. I lick my lips, suddenly wanting to make him feel good too.

“I’m going to go faster. If it’s too much, tell me. And just bury your face in my neck to muffle your sounds.” I barely nod and his hand works faster, throwing me into an orgasm so fast it takes my breath away and I throw my arm around his neck, burying my face as I try to stay quiet. JJ doesn’t slow his pace, jerking his hand until my body is shaking and I have to bite down on his shoulder to keep from screaming in ecstasy.

“J. Oh, god, J.” I whine into his neck, his movements slowing down but not stopping.

“Does it feel good?” His voice is thick with need and I nod.

“I bet it does. Your pussy is so tight.” I hum in response, my head falling back as he touches that sweet spot again. I jerk when the palm of his hand presses harder into my clit, my mouth falling open on a cry.

“JJ.” I moan his name without realizing it and he groans, burying his head in my neck as he presses harder. The pleasure is so much I could almost cry. I moan his name again.

“Touch me. Please.” JJ begs and I immediately palm him over his shorts. He groans, jerking into my hand. “Stroke it. I’m dying.” I pop the button on his shorts and slide my hand in, surprised by what I find. “Spit in your hand.” I do as he says despite feeling slightly gross. I’m sure a dry handjob doesn’t feel good.

I wrap my hand around his impressive shaft, working in my salvia and he immediately moans, almost louder than me. I cup his cheek with my free hand, teetering on the ledge myself as his fingers never stop.

“J, you have to be quiet.” I murmur, resting our foreheads together.

“Tighter. You won’t hurt me.” He hisses. I do what he says and he bites his lip, jerking his fingers inside me harder.

“I’m gonna cum.” I whine, tightening my grip on him further and he nods.

“Me too. Oh, shit. I’m cumming. I’m cumming. Don’t stop.” I’m thrown into my own orgasm, his desire filled voice being too much along with the stimulation. He cums all over my hand just in time for me to open my mouth to scream but I’m suddenly cut off by his lips crashing into mine. We both keep going, blinded by need. We both cum again, only stopping when neither of us can catch our breath and our arms are numb. My lips hurt from the intensity of his kiss and there’s a deep ache settling in between my thighs. I wipe my hand off in his boxers as instructed and he licks his fingers clean despite my protests.

We lay there for a long time. In and out of consciousness as we try to slow our racing hearts. I can’t turn my brain off as I replay his kiss over and over again. The desperation behind it was almost enough to make me want to climb on top of him but I resisted the urge. Did he feel it too? The shift between us?

I turn my head towards him and find him already looking at me.

“JJ.” I whisper, my hand finding his.

“Are you sore?” He whispers back, lacing his fingers through mine.

“No.” I whisper.

“Good.” Then he’s kissing me again.

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loveyru · 2 years

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Rafe x bad girl! reader. Smoking pot x smut 🔥

HIGH ON CLOUD 9

WARNINGS: hair pulling, extreme domination, marijuana drug use, sex while under the influence, mentions of alcohol consumption, etc. 18+ readers only

PAIRING(S): Rafe Cameron x Kook!Reader

SUMMARY: in which unbearable tension escalates as Rafe Cameron meets Topper Thornton’s cousin.

Stepping into the living room, Rafe saw a guy in a hooded sweatshirt, smoking a joint and watching TV from an easy chair. The hood was pulled up and he could just see a stray strand of long hair sticking out.

“Hey, man. Nice to meet you.” He said, extending his hand as he sat down on the end of the couch nearest his chair.

Y/N looked up and pushed back her hood. She said in a high voice she tried to make a gruff sounding, "Nice to meet you, man," before laughing uncontrollably at his obvious discomfort and reddening face.

"I, uh… Look, I'm so sorry I couldn't see your face and I just assumed you were a guy. Not that you look like a guy now, but you did from over there and that's what I was expecting when I walked in.”

Thankfully, she cut off his rambling before he could make things any worse. “Relax. Here, smoke this.” She said, offering him the joint in a slender, freckled hand.

Rafe stared at her beautiful face absolutely dumbfounded. He always got nervous around attractive women and he’d stared off horribly with this one. Her face was the picture of pure beauty with finely arched eyebrows above her eyes that sparkled like rare treasures and lashes that looked long enough to braid. High, delicate cheekbones gave a remarkable sharpness to her features, as did her dainty nose that rested above the soft pink lips of her narrow mouth.

Tiny freckles dotted her smooth face as if placed there by the skillful dance of a master's paintbrush on a fresh canvass. Surrounding it all was a mane of lustrous hair that were pulled back in a tight ponytail, with one unruly strand defying restraint to hang down the left side of her face. Even her voice was beautiful, Rafe realized in awe.

"Thank you.” He said, accepting the joint and inhaling deeply when he finally snapped out of his trance. "Again, I'm so sorry.” He apologized, handing it back.

"Don't worry about it.” She said, taking it with a warm smile.

"So, what are you watching?" He asked, trying to change the subject and distance himself from his blunder.

"It's a Scooby Doo marathon!" She said in the excited tone only a stoned person or child could get over such a thing. "And it's not the new ones or the crappy ones with all the extra characters like Scooby Dumb. These are the really old ones where they have all the guest stars like Don Knotts and Phyllis Diller. The next one is the one with Batman and Robin in it."

"Sweet," was all he could say. He knew exactly what she was talking about and could have cried with joy. He wondered where this exquisite creature had been all his life, but quickly decided that didn't matter as long as he was willing to dedicate himself to making her his.

"So, I see you two have met.” Topper said, from retuning from upstairs with a little baggie for Rafe. "On the house.” He said, waving away the money Rafe tried to pass him.

"Your friend thinks I look like a man, Topper.” Y/N said in a teasing voice.

"I didn't know, I thought she was a guy from across the room. I couldn't tell with her hood pulled up. You could have told me she was a she.” He said when Topper gave him a puzzled looked.

"Well, you might have known that if you been here anytime in the last four months.” He said, continuing to keep the playful heat on Rafe. "She just transferred to our college for her senior year. Her parents sent her to live with me so I can keep an eye on her. She's been here for a few weeks now and so far, I've been doing a pretty good job. You're the first guy I've let get close enough to touch her and I thought I could trust you to be a prefect gentleman, guess I was wrong."

"Very funny, Topper.” She said. "More like I was sent here to look after you. Your mom keeps asking when you're going to look for a real job and make an honest woman out of Sarah. And your friend is far from a gentleman. First, he calls me a man and he didn't even introduce himself, yet."

"Rafe. My name is Rafe.” He said, quickly. These two were having far too much fun at his expense, though, at least they were including each other in their ribbings.

"Rafe? The same Rafe that Sarah keeps talking about?" She asked, looking over to Topper.

"The one and only.” He said.

"She didn't mention her brother was so cute.” She said, giggling as Rafe blushed again and made a mental note to find out just how much Sarah had told her about him.

"Well, he wasn't much to look at back in high school, but I guess he cleans up real nice.” Topper said, trying to rub Rafe’s chin as he slapped his hand away. "Lighten up, Rafe. You know what Sarah and I can be like, and now it's twice as bad with my shit disturber of a little cousin around. Besides, look at the way she dresses all the time, like a skateboarder or something.“

Now, it was Rafe’s turn to laugh as her face turned a bright, pink shade.

“I hate you, Topper.” She said, crossing her arms across her chest and looking away from them with a pretty, little furrow in her brow.

"Okay, okay, okay.” Topper said, laughing. "Let's all make up over a nice, smoke filled bong.” He said, fishing it out of a cabinet and starting to stuff the bowl.

They got really high and watched three whole episodes of Scooby and the gang. They’d anticipate the patented chase scenes and then laugh uncontrollably as the weed took full effect.

Rafe was falling for Y/N big time, but he couldn't shake what Topper has said about trusting him around his cousin and knew he’d end up using that as an excuse to treat her like she was off limits. Sometimes life just isn't fair, Rafe bemoaned his luck as she passed him the bong with a smile.

Sarah ended up returning from just before they were going to order a pizza. They heard her come in and shout from the hallway, asking who's car was in the driveway. Neither of them had seen the new car Rafe bought since graduating, so she had no idea her brother was there.

Topper motioned for Rafe to hide in the corner as she came towards the living room. He ducked back in the corner, but with Y/N starring at him with a big smile and barely restrained laughter, he didn't have much faith in their little ruse succeeding.

"Who's car is that?" Sarah asked as she walked in, but as Rafe suspected, she followed Y/N’s gaze straight to him. "Rafe!" She squealed, before throwing her arms around him in a tight hug. "When did you stop being too good to hang around with us?"

"Just today, I guess.” He said.

"Well, we should celebrate.” She said, then noticing the bong realized they had started without her.

"I'll pack you your own personal bowl, babe.” offered Topper. "And Y/N can order us some pizza, my treat."

"Now see, that's love. Weed and pizza for your special girl. What more could she ask for?" Rafe joked getting back into the swing of the good-natured teasing and earning a chorus of musical laughter from Y/N.

"So, what do you think of her?" Sarah whispered, leaning close as Y/N went to the kitchen to use the phone and Topper ran upstairs for more weed.

"Are you kidding me?" Rafe said, shaking his head.

"You always had a thing for the stoners, didn't you? Topper’s really protective of her though, but I'll be able convince him you're the perfect guy for her. You just need to convince her of the same. I think you two would make a cute couple.” She said as if she considered the matter settled.

"Look, I made a mess of it from the start. I walked in and thought she was a guy. What the fuck is wrong with me? She had her hood pulled up. It's not funny.” He protested, as they both started to laugh. "Besides, I couldn't see myself with his cousin."

"I told you to leave Topper to me.” She said, poking him in the chest with her finger. "Trust me, I can get my way with him whenever I want.” She said with a wicked grin.

Rafe almost felt sorry for what she might put him through if he decided he was against Rafe and Y/N dating. He was getting well ahead of himself, of course. Topper’s approval didn't matter at all if Y/N decided she wasn't interested in Rafe.

By the time the pizza arrived, they were all completely wasted. The girls kept talking about how hungry they were while they waited. Then, when it finally arrived, they ate two smallish slices each with delicate little bites as Topper and Rafe wolfed down the rest between them.

Rafe found his eyes drawn to Y/N time and time again, quickly looking away whenever she noticed him watching her. He was doing his best to impress her, telling all the best stories from their years at school with the help of Topper and Sarah. They had her laughing so hard, she was holding her stomach and practically crying as she begged them to stop. Weed, how couldn't it be good for you?

Before they knew it, it was two in the morning and they were all feeling drowsy from the amount of marijuana they’d smoked. Everyone had been stifling yawns for the past two or three hours, so Rafe finally said he was going to call an Uber before he wore out his welcome. The weed had pretty much worn off, but he was far too tired to chance the drive. Toppper and Sarah wouldn't hear of it. Y/N was staying in their only spare bedroom, but the sofa folded out and there was an extra mattress to throw over top that made it more than comfortable.

"Oh, a sleep over, it'll be so much fun.” Y/N laughed, obviously still feeling the effects of their little green friend.

Topper and Rafe managed to get the fold out bed set up in no time and Sarah made it up with fresh blankets for him. It was pretty warm that night, so Rafe told her a sheet would be fine, but she insisted on leaving a comforter with him just in case. They all said their good nights and Rafe was left to ponder his day alone.

His mind was racing with thoughts of Y/N. He still had no idea what her body looked like beneath the baggy clothing she'd been wearing, but with her beautiful face burned into his mind and his vivid imagination, he was able to fill in the blanks nicely.

He fantasized about doing just about any lewd act you could imagine with her, his mind twisting her conjured body into an endless array of positions as the remnants of the drugs fueled his thoughts. Soon, he was facing an awkward dilemma. He couldn't get her out of my mind and was left with a raging erection that throbbed painfully. If he didn't do something about it, he knew he’d be up all night.

After waiting what he thought was long enough for everyone to fall asleep, he crept upstairs to the only bathroom in the house. He felt like he was on a vital top-secret mission where stealth was of the utmost importance. Quietly closing the door behind him, Rafe quickly unfastened his pants and pulled out his rock hard cock.

Rubbing the pre-cum in, he started stroking it with the practiced ease of a man who'd been single for far too long. His original plan has been to get in and out as fast as possible, but with his eyes closed and visions of Y/N dancing before him, he decided to make it last. His balls were tingling, signally his approaching climax when he heard a soft tap, tap, tap on the door behind him.

"Are you almost finished in there, Rafe? I really need to pee.” Y/N whispered from the other side of the door.

"Just a second.” He said in a voice that was far too loud and panicked.

Jamming his cock back in his pants, he quickly zipped up and washed his hands, splashing some water on his face in the process. Begging his erection to fade, he slowly slid the door open using it to hide his hard cock from view.

"Thank God. I was ready to go pee in the backyard.” She said, squeezing past him in a loose pair of light, pink pajamas covered with white kittens, her hair tied back from her face.

She simultaneously managed to clear the way for his escape and give him a whole new set of images to torment himself with. He finally managed to fall asleep more than an hour later, but his dreams were plagued with dreams of an angel dressed in pink, kitten covered outfits.

Rafe awoke the next morning to the smell of fresh coffee brewing. He got up and relived himself, then stumbled down to the kitchen where Y/N had just started cooking breakfast for two. She wore a pair of sweat pants that looked about three sizes too big for her and a loose T-shirt.

Would it kill this girl to wear the occasional spandex body suit, Rafe thought in his grumpy, morning mind. When she turned around, the shirt at least gave a hint of the nicely sized breasts that lay hidden beneath.

"Morning, sleepyhead.” She smiled. "I was going to wake you up, but a working man deserves to sleep late on the weekend if he wants. Topper and Sarah went shopping hours ago, so I'm cooking for just the two of us. Sit down. I'll bring you some coffee. Milk and sugar?" She asked, as he nodded while sinking into a chair at the table.

"Thank you.” He said, as he eagerly accepted a cup of morning happiness and sipped on it.

They chatted as she cooked what smelled like an amazing breakfast. She was beautiful, even first thing in the morning, and her easygoing demeanor made for an irresistible combination. He learned she was here to finish a double major in English and history and had switched schools to be closer to home. She was set to graduate with honors in both and considering several offers for grad school scholarships. Changing schools this late in her program meant she'd be forced to take a few extra courses to finish up in a year, but she shrugged it off like it didn't make a difference.

Y/N had finished high school two years early and started college at 16 and now, she was heading into senior year at 19. She was a few years younger than he had thought and that helped explain why Topper felt the need to be so protective over her.

When breakfast was ready, she served it with a smile. They split the large omelet she had made filled with cheese and chopped, fresh vegetables and ate it along with link sausages and toasted homemade bread her mother had sent few days ago. Rafe didn't think he could have been more smitten with her at this point. He complimented her cooking as they ate and drank in her beauty without fear of being caught as they sat facing each other from opposite sides of the table.

"Sit down. I'll get those.” He insisted when she started to clear the table.

Running the water, he started washing the dishes as they continued to talk, the conversation flowing naturally. When the dishes were just about done, Topper and Sarah returned joining them in the kitchen.

"Look at that, we're gone for a few hours and she's got him up and cleaning dishes. I should get her to train you next.” Sarah teased, managing to make fun of both Topper and Rafe at once.

"Ha, ha, ha.” Rafe groaned. "It was the least I could do to thank her for feeding me."

"Does he do windows, too?" She asked Y/N, ignoring him as they chuckled at his expense.

"So, what's the plan for today?" Topper chipped in, coming to their rescue.

"I'll probably head out.” Rafe said, eyeing the clock. “Big game today. Last night, I got so wasted I completely forgot they were playing and missed it."

"You should stay and watch with us.” Y/N said.

Flabbergasted. Rafe was completely flabbergasted.

"What? He's not a Yankees fan, is he?" She asked in an accusing voice as he starred at her speechless.

"No, no. Of course not, what a terrible thing to say.” Topper laughed. "I think he's just shocked at what a tomboy you are."

"Well, I was an only child.” She said, sheepishly. "Dad never misses a Red Sox game on TV so I became his little cheerleader.”

"So, you became the son he never had.” Topper snickered, as Sarah gave him a dirty look.

"Sure, I'll stay and watch the game with you.” Rafe said in a low voice.

So, they broke out the bong and watched the game together. Last night, Rafe thought watching Scooby Doo and smoking weed with a beautiful girl was something that couldn't be topped. Well, watching the Red Sox battle the Yankees, when the girl wanted the good guys to win just as bad as he did was far better. It was amazing. She knew all the little nuances of the game.

They played a little game with the weed as we watched. Anytime the Sox did something good, they’d smoke a little more. A strikeout was worth a small bong hit for whoever's turn it was, same with any regular base hit. A double meant the next two would take a hit, and a triple the next three.

Needless to say, they all got completely blitzed when the Sox took the lead late on a home run by Nomar, jumping out of their seats when his long fly cleared the fence. Y/N was so excited, she gave Rafe a big hug as he tried to etch the smell of her hair and feel of her breasts pressed against him into his mind forever. When the dust settled, the Sox had managed to hang on for a one run win, the room was thick with smoke, and Rafe was falling in love with Y/N.

"I guess I found a new best friend.” She said, handing him a joint.

Friend, she said friend. Rafe winced, feeling like a mobster who'd just been given the kiss of death.

"You bet.” He said, recovering from the crushing blow to take it from her.

Over the next couple of months, Rafe stopped by their place every chance he got. He was smoking up almost everyday again, but his real reason for being there was to be around Y/N as much as possible. In all that time, he never saw her in an outfit that wasn't loose fitting and she always wore her hair up, but any rare glimpse of her freckled skin was carefully cataloged and stored in his mind.

Sadly, they remained just friends, though his right arm was rounding into fantastic shape from jerking off to visions of her nightly, so at least some good had come of it. One day, he had stopped by to get enough weed to hold him over.

"Listen, man.” Topper said, pulling Rafe close and talking low. "I was hoping you could take Y/N out next Friday to give Sarah and I a night alone. She doesn't know many people here, yet and hangs out smoking dope all the time with us. I want to make this a special night for Sarah. Just take her to a movie or something and bring her home late. I'll even pay for the movie and give you some free weed for your trouble.” He offered when Rafe didn't answer right away.

"That's not necessary, Top.” He answered. "Your cousin's a sweetheart, anyway. I'll treat her to a night on the town and bring her back.”

"Thanks, dude. I'll owe you one for this.” He whispered, gratefully. "I'll mention it to Y/N when we get back, she won't mind if she knows what I'm planning."

But what if either of you knew my plans, Rafe thought, guiltily. Forget taking her to a movie. He spent the whole week they were away planning the perfect night for Y/N and him. He made dinner reservations at a fancy restaurant she'd mentioned wanting to go to some time. Then, he managed to get some great seats to a play he knew she'd love. It was the same one she was writing an honors dissertation on, but it was sold out by the time she'd heard it was playing and it was just a two-night showing. If this night didn't move things along between them, then Rafe was ready to admit his chances were nonexistent.

"Hey.” He said, as she opened the door a week later. He couldn't believe how much he’d missed her.

"Come on in.” She said, leading him inside. "You just missed Topper, but I can share mine with you until they get back.” She said, pointing to her little stash. "Have a seat.”

“I hope you weren't set on a movie because I planned a nice surprise for you."

"A surprise? What is it?" She asked with a cute little scrunch of her nose.

"You'll have to wait until Friday to find out.” He teased her. "Just make sure to wear your Sunday best or they might not let us in.” He warned, only half joking.

"Don't worry.” She said. “I'll wear my best outfit. The ones I usually save for weddings and funerals." She joked, sending him a wink.

Rafe stopped by everyday that week. She needled him constantly for clues about where they’d be going and what they’d be doing. He kept telling her she was too smart and would easily figure it all out if he gave her any hints. He could tell she was frustrated, but the excitement grew in her day by day. Sarah was excited for them, too. She was so happy that her brother was finally taking Y/N out.

Rafe pulled up Friday evening in a dark freshly pressed suit. He’d groomed himself meticulously wanting to look his best for their date. Topper and Sarah had already left for their night of romance and Rafe hoped things might run half as smoothly for Y/N and him. He knocked on the door and heard her shout come in from upstairs.

"I'll be down in a minute.” She called down.

He waited near the bottom of the stairs with a bouquet of fresh flowers for her, his stomach rolling nervously. She was probably just looking forward to a fun night out with a friend, while he hoping for so much more.What was I thinking with the flowers, he thought when he heard her footsteps from above and knew it was too late to hide them. Turning to watch her descend the stairs, Rafe was breathless in anticipation.

It was as if someone watching the story of his life had decided to watch one of the greatest highlights in slow motion. Her feet, with burgundy painted toenails, adorned in open toed black high heels with straps around her ankles danced gracefully into view. Followed by the willowy curves of her perfectly toned legs. He ran his eyes up her shins, to her knees and then to her thighs wondering if they might just go on forever.

The hem of her black skirt came into view at mid thigh, just tight enough to show the shape of her legs beneath it. Around her neck hung a simple gold chain to match her earrings. Her face was perfect as always. Rafe had never seen her wear make up before, and though she didn't have much on tonight, it managed to accent and highlight the natural beauty that was already there.

And then there was her hair. Her hair might have been the best part, yet. Hanging down for once, it cascaded past her shoulders in a thick mass of tresses. He could see that she had tied it back from her ears and face using a strand from either side that was clipped near the back. If Rafe had been struck blind in that moment, never to see again, he couldn't imagine a better last vision to cherish forever.

"Hi, Rafe.” She said, nervously.

"Wow.” He said. "I mean, wow. You should be on magazine covers looking like that."

Thankfully, she knew he meant fashion magazines as she did a little laughing twirl. His eyes traveled instantly to her wonderfully shaped ass and caught just a hint of color from a tattoo that scrolled across her lower back.

"That's so sweet.” She said with genuine thanks. "My mother bought this for me when I was home last week, she'll be so happy when I tell her I wore it already. You look really nice tonight yourself. Are those for me?" She asked, eyeing the flowers. "They're so pretty. Thank you, Rafe.” She said, inhaling their fragrance and giving him a peck on the cheek as he passed them to her.

He caught the sweet scent of her perfume and inhaled it deeply, wanting to remember its smell for a long, long time. He didn't know how often she wore it since he rarely got so close and the room was usually full of marijuana smoke. She ran to the kitchen to put them in a vase with fresh water and they were ready to go. He held her coat for her as she slipped it on and they were off on what Rafe hoped would be a night to remember.

"So, are you hungry?" He asked as he drove, with one eye on her and one on the road.

"Well, it’s not like I have the munchies or anything, but dinner sounds nice.” Y/N answered with an easy smile.

"Good. I made us reservations. We should be just in time.” He said, driving on and revealing no more.

"Reservations? This doesn't sound like the kind of place where they put a plastic straw in your Coke.” She said with a smirk. “Here?" She asked, as he pulled into the lot. "You remembered me talking about this place?" She continued, touching his hand.

"Well, you do tend to talk a lot, but I seem to remember most of what you say.” He teased, undoing his seatbelt and getting out of the car.

Rafe held the door for her as they stepped inside. An older man in a suit just inside greeted them, asking their names as another offered to take Y/N’s coat for her. Soft music played in the background, filling the dinning area that lay beyond the man at the podium with his folder filled with reservations.

"Cameron.” Rafe said.

"Ah, yes, Mister Cameron. Table for two at six thirty.” He said, locating them on his list. "Please, follow Marie here.” He said, pointing to a young waitress.

Normally, Rafe would have been eyeing the pretty waitress like a piece of meat, but with Y/N at his side, he barely noticed she was there. She led them to a table along the wall with the chairs side by side, facing the center of the room where musicians played music. They ordered a bottle of wine and she left them to look over their menus.

"My God, Rafe. Everything is so pricey.” Y/N fretted, as she studied the menu.

She'd heard it was supposed to be a really nice restaurant, but had no idea how much it would be.

"Maybe I'll just have the soup.” She said, the tip finger running across her lips and setting Rafe’s heart afire.

"That’s not happening, sweetheart.” He said pretending to be a big shot, knowing that she'd realize it was a joke. "Order whatever you want. If you try to get just a soup or salad, then I'm getting two of everything I order and making you eat one. Besides, you're worth it, don't you think?" He finished with a smile.

She was right the dinner was very expensive, but he’d know what to expect when he made the reservation. Y/N said she didn't want an appetizer, so as promised he ordered two. Sitting next to each other, he pushed the plate towards her urging her to try some, but had to spear a scallop with his fork and offer it to her before she would eat any.

She was smiling at him as he resisted the urge to lick the fork after feeding her. After that, she loosened up and stopped worrying about how much the meal was going cost. For entrees, Rafe went with the salmon and she had the steak. The food was great, though at these prices it better be.

When they were done, Rafe passed on dessert, but convinced Y/N to order a slice of the cheesecake he’d noticed her practically drooling over as it was brought to the table next to theirs. She sighed and rolled her eyes when she tasted it, then told him he had to try it. He tried to refuse, but she turned the tables on him and threatened to smear a forkful all over his face unless he opened up. He paid their bill and left a nice tip for their waitress, then whisked her off to the play.

"Here.” She said, offering him folded bills from her purse when they got back to the truck. "It's not enough to cover it, but I should be able to pay you the rest next week.”

"Your money is no good here.” He said jokingly, refusing to take it from her. "If you want, you can treat me when you graduate and start working, but there's no way I'm taking your money tonight."

She tried to argue with him, but he was firm in his stance. He finally ended up telling her that he had checked the restaurant out beforehand and knew what to expect. At first, she sounded a little angry that he had taken her there when he knew how expensive it was going be, but then suddenly, she thanked him with another kiss on the cheek and everything was okay again.

"Look, there's that play I was telling you guys about.” She said, as they drove past the theater. "I still can't believe how fast it sold out, hopefully that means they'll come back again in the spring."

"Why wait?" He said, pulling into the lot.

"Rafe.” She said, shaking her head and laughing. "This isn't like a ball game where you can buy tickets from a scalper outside twenty minutes before the first pitch."

"Yeah, I know, but that's not a problem unless you think we should sell ours?" He said, pulling two tickets from his suit pocket.

"Rafe, you're too much. I don't deserve all this," she said in guilty sounding voice. "How did you get them?"

"Baby, I’m a Cameron, remember?” He joked, sending a playful wink her way. “I made a few phone calls and managed to track down a pair. I know we could have just gone to a movie or something, but I knew you'd be wishing you were here the whole time. I didn't think there was any way I could enjoy the night unless I took you where I knew you wanted to be.” He said, watching her look at him in wonder for once.

Y/N grabbed him by the shirt collar and pulled him close. He didn't know what to expect, but was willing to let her do whatever she wanted to him. Nibbling her bottom lip nervously, she leaned in, eyes shutting, and planted her warm soft lips on his. He ran his hand up her back and held her close as they shared their first kiss, a long and simple one. He says simple because there was no tongue involved and his lips stayed frozen, afraid any movement might somehow ruin it, but it was incredible.

"We should probably go in before we miss the show.” She said, pulling back slightly, her face still close to his.

"Okay.” was all Rafe could say as they got out and hurried on inside.

She checked her coat when they got inside, but found it cold once they got settled in his seats. Halfway through act one, he noticed her cross her arms across her chest, practically shivering. Rafe caught a glimpse of her hard nipples pressing against her shirt as he took his suit jacket off and offered it to her. She leaned forward to let him drape it over her shoulders, then snuggled into him with her head on his shoulder, placing a kiss on his neck as he wrapped his arm around her.

He asked her in a hushed voice what was happening with the story and she giggled softly at his confused expression. She whispered into his ear for the rest of the play, describing the convoluted plot he was having difficulty following in the old English dialogue the actors spoke. When the play ended, they walked back to his truck, arm in arm.

"You hated it, didn't you?" She asked, slipping off her uncomfortable heels and tucking her feet under her as they got in.

"It was different.” Rafe said, noncommittally. "I think I might have gotten more out of it if I already knew the story and could have followed along better."

"Well, next time we go, I'll explain the story first, if you’d like.” She offered.

"Next time?" He asked.

"Yes, next time. I owe you a fancy dinner AND a play, now.” She said. "Don't you dare try to back out on me or pay again, either. It'll be my treat soon as I'm done with school."

"If you insist.” He said in a defeated tone.

"I do.” Y/N said claiming a coup-like victory. "Well, it's not even ten, you can't take me home, yet.” She said, changing the subject as they drove around without a destination.

"I'm all out of surprises, but there's a nice club I like, if you're interested.” He suggested.

"I'd rather smoke, than drink.” She smiled, pulling a little baggie of weed from her purse and wiggling it around. "Besides, I'm too young for a club, anyway.” She added, something Rafe hadn't considered until now. "But where could we smoke it? I know.” She said as if the idea had just come to her and hadn't been in her head all along. “You can show me your place and we can get high."

"I don't know if Topper would like that.” Rafe said, knowing he’d like nothing more.

"Forget about Topper.” She purred into his ear. "I'm a big girl who can take care of herself. I've done all sorts of things he wouldn't like, but what he doesn't know won't hurt him.”

Well, that settled it. Rafe sped the truck up heading for his place, hoping she planned to do all sorts of things with him.

"Welcome to the Cameron residence.” He said, ushering her inside. "Here, let me hang your coat for you and I'll give you a quick tour."

Down the hall, he gave her a quick look at his bedroom.

"And the other door is the bathroom.” He said, pointing across the hall. "Not much to look at, I know, but it keeps the rain off."

"I like it. A nice, big bed you have there for yourself.” She said with a naughty grin.

He sat on one corner of the sofa, setting his beer on the table. She joined him after visiting the washroom and sat really close leaning into him, her legs crossed left over right and touching his as he starred at the inviting crease her thighs created. Setting her purse down and sipping her beer, she took the baggie of weed out and sat back.

"I don't have a bong here, so we'll have to roll it.” Rafe said, pulling a pack of papers from his wallet.

"Want me to do it?" Y/N asked, already taking the papers from his hand. "You know, we could have been smoking free from Topper’s stash if you hadn't been so foolish to turn him down.” She said, nonchalantly rolling a joint with one hand while holding her beer in the other.

"What are you talking about?" He said, wondering how she knew and marveling at her rolling skills.

"You guys were trying to be quiet the day we left, but your voices carried right up the vent to my room.” She said with an innocent shrug. "I heard every word. It was so sweet of you to turn down his offer, just remember next time it would be even sweeter if you took the free dope and shared it with me. Though, I guess that's when I was certain you were looking for more than just a friend to smoke weed with.” She finished, licking the glue strip on the paper seductively before placing the finished product in his mouth.

"I've been crazy about you since the day we met, Y/N.” He said truthfully, seeing no reason to hide his feelings for her any longer, as he leaned over to get the ashtray and placed it on his knee.

She cuddled in close to him and smiled as he swung his arm around her. Flicking her lighter, she lit their joint, lowering it to her own lips after he’d taken a nice long draw. They swapped it back and forth again until it was gone.

Gazing down at her beautiful face, Rafe wanted nothing more than to kiss her again, so he did. Bending his neck, he lowered his mouth to cover hers and felt his heart melt. Her mouth opened beneath his as her tongue came probing upwards searching for his and found it easily. Over and over, they broke their kiss off breathlessly, only to embrace once more with desperate urgency.

He placed his hand on her knee as they made out and began running it up and down her leg, working his way higher until he felt his fingers brush the edge of her panties. She was falling back on the couch, pulling him with her as her legs parted beneath her skirt. He brushed his hand against the soft swell of her breast and continued to kiss her, intent on devouring her like a rare treat.

As they struggled to maneuver on the narrow sofa, Rafe realized how silly this was when there was a nice, big bed waiting for them in the other room.

"What's wrong?" Y/N asked when he stopped suddenly and stood up.

Sliding one arm under her back and the other under her legs, he hoisted her easily as she let out a surprised squeal and threw her arms around his neck, kissing him again. Marching her to his bedroom, he tossed her on the bed and looked down upon on his bouncing prize.

Before he could join her on the bed, she shot to her knees, kissing him once more while her fingers worked to loosen his tie. With his tie discarded, she began unbuttoning his shirt with trembling fingers, slowly revealing his broad chest. She eyed him hungrily and ran her fingers up and down his chest as they continued to kiss each other passionately. She pulled him down on top of her as he struggled free of his buttoned shirtsleeves.

Kissing down her slender neck, he ran his tongue over the exposed skin of her upper chest. He kissed and licked her all over her neck and chest, openly groping the firm mounds of her breasts now as he felt her nipples stiffen. Y/N stretched her arms above her head inviting him to remove her top, her skin developing a rosy, pink glow as her arousal heightened.

Pulling her shirt up above her trim abdomen, the glittering ring that adorned her bellybutton caught Rafe’s eye. Licking around it a few times, he captured it with his teeth and tugged on it playfully, taking great care not to hurt his beautiful angel.

Releasing her body piercing, he lifted her shirt over her head and tossed it aside. Her lacy black, strapless bra barely contained the orbs of her breasts. In his eagerness to behold them, Rafe struggled fruitlessly with the rear clasp that held the bra to her securely.

"Here, let me.” Y/N said, touching his arm gently and smiling up at him.

She unfastened it with practiced ease, as he vowed to master the nuances of all her bras if given half a chance. The round globes balanced on her chest sank ever so slightly as she brought her hands to the front, cupping them beneath the loose fabric that still lay across them.

Crisscrossing her arms across her breasts, she let the bra fall away while hiding the best part of them from me still. Squeezing her arms tight, the flesh of her breasts bulged out in all directions as she quickly turned over laughing at his disappointed sigh.

Rafe loved the way her upper back was heavily freckled like her arms and how they slowly faded to a sparse sprinkling as he ran his hand down her spine. He took the opportunity to study the tattoo on her lower back that he’d first caught a glimpse of earlier tonight. In the center was a colorful butterfly and to either side twisted symmetrical vines covered with tiny flowers.

He traced its outline with his finger, noting how it added to her sensuous look. He was suddenly struck by how fortunate he was to be lying in bed half naked with this breathtaking woman. His hands slowed, and eventually stopped, as he found himself hoping and praying this night was just the first of many they’d share.

"Rafe?" She said, turning to her side with an arm draped across her breasts still.

Their eyes met and he felt as though she could tell what he was thinking.

"You're so beautiful.” He said, as her eyes glistened moistly. "I can't believe you're here with me. Some other guy is supposed to get the perfect girl."

"There's no one I'd rather be with tonight, no one.” She said, softly.

Turning to lie on her back again, she circled her arms around his neck revealing her wondrous breasts in all their glory and brought his lips to hers for a kiss. His hands found her firm breasts as he flicked his thumbs across her nipples with light pressure.

Sliding down a little, he brought one and then the other to his mouth to suckle the pink nubs centered on her silver dollar sized areolas. He began lifting them and letting them bounce back into place while trying to corral the moving nipples in his mouth once more. He played with her tits until she was moaning and writhing on the bed.

Coming up to kiss her again, he pulled back slowly getting her lips to follow his. Lifting one of her breasts to lick again, he held it near their lips, kissing her then licking the nipple back and forth, over and over. Finally, he bent to take her other breast in his mouth and was thrilled to see her tongue dart out to lick the nipple of the first one.

By now, his erection was aching, straining against his pants and trapped against her thigh. He sat back, leaving her shaking from the stimulation of her breasts. She smiled up at him, watching him unfasten his belt expectantly, while doing the same to her own.

The belts were now a thing of the past. Rafe unzipped his pants as she reach behind to follow suit with her skirt. Standing a moment to remove his pants, he watched her shimmy out of her skirt, a sight that couldn't possibly have been more cute and sexy. They were down to briefs and panties. He sported an obvious bulge in his, while her black panties hid the wet spot he knew was there. Neither of them wanted to go first as they stared at each other.

"I'll show you mine, if you show me yours first.” She giggled.

"Paper, rock, scissors?" He smirked.

"No.” She said, shaking her head. "We’ll do it together on three."

"One.” He said, snapping the waistband of his underwear.

"Two.” She said, hooking her thumbs under hers.

"Three.” They said together, completing their nakedness.

He watched her eyes for a moment to gauge her reaction before looking at hers. She looked pleased enough with what she saw if her devilish smile was any indication. Satisfied that she was happy with what she saw, he lowered his gaze to look between her legs. He had to get a closer look as he rejoined her on the bed. Settling in with his face near her crotch, he kissed her softly on the tummy, stroking his hand over the mound of hair between her legs.

"You don't have to if you don't want to.” Y/N said, propping herself up on her elbows as he lost himself in studying her body again. "I knew I should have shaved it for you, but didn't know if that might make me look too eager."

"Don't you dare.” He said, taking her hand and kissing it. The thought of her thinking she needed to change for him was twisting like a knife in his chest. "It looks perfect to me, I just got caught up in admiring you again."

To prove his point, he began kissing around her lower abdomen, hips, and thighs in ever tightening circles. When he kissed near the top of her pubic hair, her legs slowly parted, inviting him lower with each flick of his tongue against her skin.

By the time he was ready to taste the lower lips for the first time, her legs were spread wide and he was gazing into paradise. A tiny drop of clear liquid glistened like morning dew on a rose and extending his tongue, he gathered it in, savoring her flavor.

Furrowing his tongue through the outer lips, he felt her legs flexing around him and considered any sharp movement or sudden tightening a sign to continue where he was for a moment. Her lips became wetter by the second and her hooded clitoris began peeking out from its home.

Whenever his tongue brushed against it, a tiny gasp escaped her lips, until she began guiding his head with her hands, not wanting to feel his touch anywhere else. Rafe ate her pussy until she'd had a couple of small orgasms, whimpering and biting her lip each time.

"I want you inside me, Rafe.” She said breathlessly, pushing his head away from her sweet lips.

He couldn't have been more eager to comply, though the prospect of climaxing quickly scared him more than a little. By now, he’d become so excited, he was worried he might cum the second his head touched her. Over the past few months, he’d masturbated thinking about her constantly, amazed at how fast just the memory of her face could make him cum. His chances of lasting long with the real thing seemed grim. The more he thought about it, the more his penis throbbed and he figured he should get on with it.

Nestling the tip of his cock between her lips, Rafe rubbed it around until the first inch or two was well lubed with her juices. Wiggling it side to side a little, he pushed the head inside, enjoying the nice snug fit. He pushed deeper, already feeling like he’d have enough to answer for when he brought her home.

Her lips stretched tightly around his member as he slowly worked it inside, concerned over hurting her and trying to prolong his orgasm. When he’d finally pushed all the way inside, he dipped his shoulders to kiss her as her hands ran up and down his back. Pumping his hips, Rafe made love to her for the first time as her pussy slow loosened around his shaft.

He’d like to say he rocked her world and had her screaming his name before he finally came, but he’d be lying. Having lusted after her for months, he was so excited that he climaxed far too quickly and instantly panicked that she'd never want to give him another chance.

"Fuck. I'm so sorry. I just, damn it. Y/N, I'm so..." Rafe didn't know what to say to her, his face turning a bright red and his ears burning.

"Rafael, stop worrying.” She said, calling him by his full name for the first time and squeezing him tight in her arms.

"I know you must be disappointed.” He said, rolling off her and running my fingers through his hair, his cheeks puffing as he exhaled.

"It's okay, I'm not going anywhere. We can do it again.” She said, kissing his chest as she rolled towards him. "And again, and again, and again, and again. We can do it until you're sick of it."

"That will never happen.” He promised.

He held her close, his anxiety subsiding as he stroked her body and she stroked him. Curled up in his right arm, she rubbed his leg with hers and traced her fingers up and down his torso. Ten or fifteen minutes of loving silence had passed when he felt his dick jerk, starting to stiffen thanks to senses that were full of her. She noticed the movement, too and reached out to take hold of his penis, bringing it back to life with a gentle touch.

Giving me a look that said “See I told you so,” she got to her knees and mounted his cock facing him. Sliding it inside slowly and carefully, she rode him with her hands planted on his stomach. Her eyes stared into his with unbridled desire and for the first time, he started to believe that she actually wanted him just as badly as he wanted her.

Fondling her beautiful breasts as they danced about within easy reach, Rafe trailed one hand down her body to caress the wet spot at the top of her vaginal lips. She soon came crashing down on top of him as the stimulation on her clit drove her over the edge quickly. She turned to the side, falling off him and spread her legs wide, inviting him to take her again.

Wasting no time, Rafe brought his cock to her entrance and slipped inside, pumping her a little harder than before. If their first time has been awkward and lacking, their second time was more than enough to make up for it. She was breathing hard beneath him and urging him on trading kisses with him every time his lips loomed close to hers.

When Rafe pulled all the way out and touched her lightly on the hip, she read his thoughts and rolled over and got on all fours, grinning back at him as he took her from behind. Holding her hips, he penetrated her depths with long, smooth strokes and ran his hands over her perfectly sculpted ass. Looking straight down, he watched the wondrous sight of her lips clinging to his rod each time he pulled back for the next stoke.

Changing positions often, they fucked all over his bed, leaving the sheets in a twisted mess. Pumping into her from behind, he studied the contours of her back. He squeezed her ass, his hands running all over her, trying to touch everywhere at once.

When she pulled forward off his penis, he thought she was looking for a break, but she spun around quickly and pushed him back so he was sitting on his heels and mounted him face to face again, kissing him deeply. Her hands wrapped around his neck and holding tight, she humped against him, her groin slapping into his over and over.

Eventually, she tumbled off him and onto her back again, her hungry eyes glued to his wet cock. Rafe stayed where he was for a moment to admire her luscious body once more.

Spreading her soft tender lips wide with both hands, she gave him a sultry look that practically screamed fuck me. Lining his dick's head up with her vaginal opening, Rafe pushed deep once and pulled all the way out. He did this several times as she gave him a frustrated look that was so cute.

Finally, she encircled him with her legs as he entered her and he began pumping her hard and fast. He brought himself to the brink of cumming and then tore himself away from her, wanting to last just a little longer. He rolled her over and fucked her doggy style until he finally came again, pumping his seed into her womb. They fell to the bed together, spooning and basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking.

"Rafe?" Y/N said finally, breaking the silence and turning to see if he was awake. "That was wonderful.” She sighed, rubbing her cheek against his chest.

"I still can't believe this is real.” He said, looking at her beautiful body that he knew he’d never get tired of for as long as he lived.

They ended up talking for well over an hour and though the weed and sex had left him very sleepy, he was almost afraid to close his eyes and let this night end.

"Remember the first night we met?" Y/N asked suddenly, looking over her shoulder and into his eyes. He nodded quickly, as if he’d ever forget the day she came into his life, and she continued. “What were you doing for so long in the bathroom? I didn't hear you peeing or anything, but you took forever." The taunting smile she gave him told him she knew and had probably known all along.

"Relieving tension.” He said, hoping she would take that for an answer and not make him spell it out any more clearly.

"Well, I'm sorry I interrupted you, but I really had to pee.” She said, kissing his arm that was wrapped around her. "I had some tension to relieve that night, as well, but I had help from my little plastic friend when I got back to my room.”

"You're an unbelievable woman.” Rafe whispered into her ear, his hand dropping to the trace the creases of the muscles in her bent leg. "I guess we have a few months of wasted time to make up for, then."

Closing his hand over hers, he drew it back and began touching the freckles there one by one as he brushed his lips across her shoulder.

"I was so afraid you'd hate all these freckles.” She said, watching his fingers work across her hand. "When I was a kid, I got teased about them all the time."

"I'll never hate anything about you, Y/N.” He told her, his voice full of sincerity. "I'd like to kiss every one of your pretty freckles.”

He started with her hand and worked up her arm, to her face. Kissing and licking all over her body, he covered every inch of her body with his mouth. She twisted and turned beneath him, breathless with passion, giggling as he worked on a ticklish place at other times. When he had covered what he thought was her entire body, he finished up with a long, sensuous kiss on her lips.

"How was that?" Rafe asked, hoping she'd stop with the silly notion that he could find a single flaw with her.

“Hm.” She sighed. "I think you missed one."

"Where?” He asked with a smile, thinking she wanted some more attention in a special place.

"I don't know. I remember you missing one, but I forget where now. I guess you'll have to do them all again.” She said, giggling as he started his second round trip of her body.

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