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Her Protector And His Hubris
Pairing: Bodyguard!Drew Starkey x Reader
Warnings: Being Stalked, SMUT, Mother's Death, Mentions of Attempted School Shooting, and Getting Shot.
Pronouns: She/Her
Word Count: 11.4K
Summary: Drew's job is to protect her, but he falls for the brilliance of his client and this turns into a whirlwind romance. What can go wrong?
A/N: Damn, this is so long. Also, this is inspired by the Twisted series by Ana Huang, specifically Twisted Games. I hope you enjoy it!
Masterlist
The sounds of glassware clinking and small talk fill Drew’s ears as he surveys the restaurant. The dim lighting makes him anxious because it impedes his ability to notice any threats. At least, it’s better than when she goes to those ridiculous house parties. Those were not only a safety risk, but irritating to the thirty-year-old man. Her laughter draws his eyes back to her. Ugh, she’s laughing at something he said. Drew doesn’t know what Y/N sees in Sean. This is her third date with him and Drew can easily see that they wouldn’t make it far in the relationship. Sean doesn’t give a tip when they go out to eat. Volunteering in any capacity would be beneath him. And she seemed oblivious to the way he would ogle at her breasts. Drew’s fist tightens as he observes Sean reach over and take Y/N’s hand. Sean brings it up to his lips, kissing up her wrist to her elbow. Drew wants to take Sean’s hands and crush his fingers for the way he touches Y/N. Sean’s touch is consensual with the girl, yet it isn’t welcomed by her bodyguard. Drew knows he shouldn’t be feeling this way about her as her protector. It’s not his place.
Drew is supposed to be a professional. He’s a bodyguard for heaven's sake; one wrong move and she could be in danger. But what is it about the way her eyes sparkle when she eats those incredibly expensive macarons? What is it about the way her hips move in a teasing manner as she walks ahead of him? What is it about the way her nails glide across the table that makes him wish they are scratching down his back? What is it about her that drives him crazy? Y/N Y/L/N has been his client for a year now and it hasn’t been easy. Not because there are constant threats against her, but because she makes him want to throw away any sense of duty to the job and ravage her. At first, he thought it was just his primal sexual needs that attracted him to her. However, over the year of getting to know her, he realizes he genuinely loves and admires her.
He began working for Magnus Y/L/N after one of Magnus’s competitors threatened the CEO’s daughter. Magnus didn’t waste any time in hiring Drew to protect Y/N. Drew thought that Y/N was going to be like all his other clients. Spoiled. Rude. Self-centred. Greedy. She was none, but one of those things. Being spoiled by her father her whole life engraving the trait into the twenty-three-year-old woman. She was spoiled in the sense she could get whatever she wanted, not in the sense that she would demand the riches of the world. He was pleasantly surprised to find she would always use please and thank you with everyone, even those far below her social class. She would volunteer to read to children at the library purely because she enjoyed the company of the kids. She would not hesitate to help her friends out with money for rent if they needed it. So far, Magnus’s rival has yet to act on his threat; nevertheless, Drew would be there to protect her if he does. It is not only his career; it is his life purpose because he has fallen in love with the young socialite he is tasked to protect. He would lay down his life for her.
The bubbles of jealousy in Drew’s stomach start to subside when he sees Y/N’s face fall at something Sean said. Irritation replaces her smile and Drew feels satisfied with this turn of events. He can see she just wants to get away from the man ahead of her and Drew wants nothing more but to take her back home. Y/N calls over the waiter asking for the bill. Drew knows she will pay for the cheque. She is all for taking turns with paying for dates. Sean never pays though and she is too nice to point it out. It’s not like Sean can’t afford it. He works at the most prestigious corporate law firm, which happens to be his father’s. Drew isn’t going to complain if it’s the reason why Y/N no longer wants to be around the man.
As the waiter approaches the table with the chequebook, Drew heads over to the table, ready to escort Y/N out of the restaurant. She pays for the bill, standing up with a glare at Sean. “I wish I could’ve seen what a pig you were before I went on two more dates with you,” she snarls at him. Drew helps her put her coat on and hovers his hands over her lower back to guide her toward the front door. Sean scoffs, “Whatever. You wouldn’t have been that good of a lay anyways.” Y/N doesn’t so much as look over her shoulder at the childish man. She refuses to let him get to her. Drew’s hand turns into a fist and he leans closer to her. “Do you want me to take care of him?” She shakes her head, “No, it’s fine. He doesn’t deserve any more of my brain space. He’s a pig.” The only thing that could stew Drew’s anger is the need to comfort Y/N. They walk towards her car and Drew holds the passenger’s side door open for her. She whispers a thank you as she slips into the seat. “Home?” he asks once he gets behind the wheel. She nods, letting her attention be drawn out the window. His lip tightens at her upset look, “I’m sorry he was a jerk. He doesn’t deserve you.” She keeps the silence going, only returning with a hum in thanks.
When they get back to Y/N’s penthouse, Drew opens the door for her and does a quick visual sweep of the living room to make sure nothing is amiss. He is satisfied with her safety and holds her hands as she takes off her heels. She walks to her bathroom to get rid of her makeup and change into more comfortable clothes, while Drew heads to the kitchen to take out the dulce de leche ice cream from the freezer. He finds her waiting on the couch in sweatpants, an old t-shirt and a claw clip in her hair. She holds out her hand for the ice cream and he hands it to her, joining her on the couch to view whatever show she chooses.
He isn’t surprised to hear the familiar jingle of Bob’s Burgers’ theme song. She has been re-watching the show recently on Disney+. This tradition has been a part of their daily schedule since she made him crack nine months ago. During the first three months of his employment, he would listen to her beg him to join her nightly unwindings. Drew refused, stating it was unprofessional of him to do so. He gave in after three months when he saw she had a hard day and she needed some comfort from someone. She had been late for work because the car wouldn’t start. Her lunch, which she had packed and was looking forward to, was dropped on the floor after an idiot bumped into her. And to top it off, she got into an argument with her father about a charity she wanted to support. Drew knew she needed someone in her corner, so he didn’t even wait for her to ask to sit down beside her on the couch with a pint of ice cream he knew she loved.
They spend the night in comfortable silence, laughing at the Belcher family’s hilarious hijinks. He can speak up and ask her what Sean had said, but he knows all she needs right now is something to get it off of her mind and Drew would give her that. He would do anything for her.
———
Drew hates it when Y/N goes to parties. They are loud, crowded and dark. It makes his job ten times harder. Add the fact that he has to deal with a drunk client and he dreads the times when she announces she is going out for a party. Y/N doesn’t normally get drunk. She rarely drinks more than two drinks at any event because she hates the creeping headache that happens even as she drinks her first one. However, tonight, Drew can see she just needs to let go of everything just for a night. He stays close behind her, towering over everyone in the party, which gives him an advantage in terms of her protection. His eyes are caught by a commotion in the room. It looks like a fight is breaking out in the other corner and Drew wants to get Y/N out of here before it can escalate to harm her. In the split second, he turns away from her, Y/N has managed to get up on the table behind him and is now dancing without her shirt on.
The party people’s cheers draw Drew’s attention back to his charge. His eyes widen at her drunk dance and he tries to ignore the aching strain in his pants. The swell of her breasts is on full display thanks to her lack of a shirt; her skin pressing against the lacey bra that she wearing. He looks around the room to see the arousal of the other men in the room and all he wants to do is punch every single person eyeing her. He needs to get her down from there; if not for her safety, then because he doesn’t want to get in trouble for causing a scene at the party. How is he going to get her down from there safely? “Y/N, Precious. Please, come down from there,” he pleads, holding his hand out for her to take so she can get down. He can hear the boos of the drunk boys around them. He shakes off his annoyance at them and looks back toward her. Her arms cross, “No, I like it up here.” She turns her back to him, continuing her dance for the crowd.
Drew sighs, knowing that was probably the answer he was going to get. If he pulls her down by the arm, he risks dislocating her shoulder or her falling and hitting her head. So he only has one choice. He hops up on the table and sweeps her off her feet. Now carrying her bridal style, Drew gets off of the table and walks toward the front door. The men in the room yell at him for stopping her show; he couldn't care less. He looks as she comes down from the excitement of the party and relaxes in his arms. His heart flutters when she lets out a soft breath, resting her head against his chest with her eyes falling closed. As he heads to the carl, Drew knows Y/N Y/L/N is going to spell out trouble for him.
———
It’s been one week since her drunk performance and everything has been calm in her life. Y/N remembered what had happened the next morning, instantly mortified by her behaviour and thankful Drew was there to stop her from causing even more of a commotion. The party was filled with children of the country’s richest and most powerful people, so she doubted she would be in any scandal tabloids, yet just the thought that she had behaved like that embarrassed her. Y/N knows she shouldn’t look at her bodyguard the way she does. He is there to protect her and he always maintains his work composure, but she can’t help it. He understands her like the back of his hand and can provide her comfort like no one else by doing little things. His contract stipulates he is supposed to cook her breakfast in the morning and he goes one step further by making her favourites. Her father wanted her to have sustenance in the morning because he knew she was one to skip the first meal of her day, so Drew could’ve just made her eggs or microwaved oatmeal, but he didn’t. The breakfast she receives is picture-perfect and tastes just as good.
She gets out of the car, thanking Drew for holding the door open for her. They head to the apartment building’s elevator and wait in silence as they reach her penthouse floor. The note taped to the door is Drew’s first indicator that something is amidst. His hand finds the gun at his side and this pulls Y/N away from her phone. “What’s wrong?” she questions, looking around the room for something she has missed. Her eyes spot the white paper standing out against the dark wood of the floor. He heads ahead of her, checking over his shoulder that there are no threats in the small hallway. No one should have access to this floor. It requires her fingerprint and keycard in the elevator to enter. All mail is vetted before passing on in her mail room and any building updates are left there as well. So there is no regular reason why the paper should be on there.
As their feet reach in front of the door, she is finally able to read the words scattered across it. I saw your little dance, last week, doll. You really should be more careful with showing people what is mine. A picture of the scene in question is printed below. She lets out a terrified gasp, covering her mouth with her hand.
Violated. She feels violated by what she has just read. She may have been okay with the idea of feeling shirtless in front of everyone at the party in her own intoxicated state, but having someone speak about her in that way feels is a violation. Couple that with the fact the speaker had the guts to put the thought on her door and it is an invasion of her privacy. The picture is the cherry on top of the unsettling cake. The person, who dared threaten her, must be someone in her inner circle. Why else would they be at the party? How else could they have gotten into her heavily guarded apartment building?
Drew can see the panic and fear in her eyes. He turns her away from the door, pulling out his phone to call for backup. She can hear him ordering the police to be called and his security company’s tech analysts come down to sweep the whole building. Her mind goes numb with what to do as more and more people arrive to assess the situation. She can only stand there and watch as everyone who comes tears her home apart, looking for anything out of place. When her bedroom needs to be searched, Drew takes the responsibility of looking through it with her cautious eye on him from the doorway. He makes sure to put everything back exactly how he finds it, taking especially care with the notebooks he knows are her journals. He finishes with her room and invites her to sit on her bed while they wait for the rest of the house to be checked. The all-clear is given around eight o’clock and everyone leaves the apartment in search of clues somewhere else, leaving behind a small army of extra security to guard her house. With a new active threat, Drew’s presence alone isn’t enough to keep her safe.
Until they know more about the situation, Drew thought it would be safer to remain in her apartment, where he knew every inch of the building and the security measures in place already. There have been no indications the person, who made the threat, had made it into the actual apartment. Not sure if her cook is the one putting her at risk, Drew takes dinner into his own hands. He isn’t much of a cook, but he finds pasta and a jar of sauce in the pantry. He gets to work, making a note to search up how to make some of her favourite dinner meals like he did when he first got the job and had to make her breakfast.
He finishes the meal and places it in front of Y/N, who sits waiting at the dining room table with a blank stare and her knees to her chest. He sits to her right and pushes the plate toward her to snap her out of her thoughts. “I know it’s scary to be here right now, but we’ve checked the whole house and there is no sign the intruder came into the house. It’s safe. I’m here and I promise I won’t let anyone or anything hurt you,” he whispers. The last part is mostly a silent vow to himself. Her eyes glance upward at him, “I’m not hungry.” The only thing she manages to get out. The unreasonable side of her is telling her the intruder had somehow touched her food. Drew sighs, “Precious, you have to eat something. You haven’t eaten anything since breakfast this morning. I let not eating lunch slide, but I really need you to eat dinner. Do you want me to make you something else?” The care in his voice causes her to pull the plate closer to her; she can feel his eyes on her as she brings the fork to her food and then her mouth. He gives her a smile before digging into his own food.
She follows him into the kitchen after dinner and watches him do the dishes. He doesn’t let her help out, so she leans against the counter. Once he is done with the chore, she heads to her bedroom and listens as his footsteps stay close to hers. She starts going through her nighttime routine, getting her pyjamas and heading to the master bathroom to change. She can feel his eyes on her the whole time and she is comforted by the fact that he is still taking care of her. He should probably leave her alone. They’ve checked the whole apartment. No one is there and his room is down the hall, so an invader would have to go past his room first without his notice to get to her and that is impossible. He doesn’t want to leave though; he wants to make sure she is okay.
The door to the bathroom creaks open and she walks out in light pink sweatpants and an old white t-shirt. He knows she is getting ready to go to sleep. He is about to leave the room when her voice calls out. “Can you stay please?” He turns back to her with knitted brows. She points to her bed, “Can you stay with me in my room?” “Y/N, I don’t think that’s wise,” he advises, leaning against her door frame. She steps closer to him, “Please, I’m scared to be alone. I don’t think I’ll get any sleep if I am.” This hits a nerve in him. Drew is always caring for her well-being. Telling her to eat. Reminding her to go to sleep. Little things like that. Drew lets out a loud breath, nodding his head. “Let me just go change my clothes and I’ll be back,” he notifies her. He leaves her room and she settles herself into her bed. For tonight, she has to stay in this house, but tomorrow, they’ll be able to get their barrings and maybe find somewhere else to stay. Her skin crawls at the idea someone thinks she is their property and they went through so much trouble to let her know.
He returns in a Western Carolina University t-shirt and gray sweatpants. The sweatpants may be a little baggy on him, yet it doesn’t leave anything to her imagination and she feels her thighs clench together. She shouldn’t be imagining how good it would feel to be stretched out by him. He’s her bodyguard. He must have a partner of some kind. A girlfriend. A boyfriend. A spouse. He’s too good-looking and sweet not to. She may have been living with him for a year now, but she knows nothing about him. He doesn’t really talk about his personal life. She’s only been able to pick up a few things about him over the year. His favourite book is East of Eden; she’s seen him read it about three times since he moved in. When he misses home, he goes to the grocery store to buy the ingredients for his mom’s chicken casserole. And now, she knows him or someone he knows went to Western Carolina University.
He sees her on the bed and his footsteps bring him near her. She swears it’s like there are rocks in his feet because his steps are heavy and slow. He hesitates as he pulls the sheets back and causes the bed to dip as he lies down. The covers are pulled against his chest when Y/N turns to him to place her head on his chest. He doesn’t say anything. They can both feel they need this physical contact to be soothed. He doesn’t want to admit it, but he is a little shaken up by the whole ordeal like Y/N. What would have happened if they had been home? What would have happened if they got home earlier and had run into the intruder? It doesn’t sit right in him as he listens to her breaths fall shallow and sleep comes over her. Drew is not lucky enough to fall into the same state as her. His insomnia and need to protect her will keep him up for most of the night.
———
Drew is surprised when he wakes up from a five-hour sleep. Normally, he sleeps no more than two hours a night and that is if he is lucky to get any sleep at all. Something about having her in his arms while he lies in bed must bring peace to his insomnia. He looks at her with a sleepy smile. His eyes fall on the clock and he should probably get up to make breakfast so they can get their day started. He needs to come up with a new protection plan and assess if she is still safe in her apartment. His limbs untangle from hers; he does his best to not wake her up as he gets out of bed. He’ll get hot while cooking, so he slips off his shirt and leaves it on his bed before going to the kitchen. He pulls the door closed but not completely, leaving a little sliver open for him to be able to come to check in on her.
She wakes to an empty bed and she wishes it isn’t. Panic fills her, thinking something has happened to Drew. The sounds of pans hitting each other fill her in on where he is. Her heart swells at the thought that he is still making her breakfast after last night’s scare. She is about to leave the warmth of her bed when her eyes fall on something on her bed. The gray shirt once on Drew’s chest now rests on her blankets. He was so gracious to her last night and took care of her. He didn’t have to stay with her the whole night; he could’ve sneaked out of her room as soon as she fell asleep, but he didn’t. Solely the thought of him brews something between her legs that needs to be fixed before she goes down to eat. She should have enough time while he is cooking.
Her hand reaches out for the shirt to bring it to her nose. The smell of his Versace cologne and the smoke from the cigarettes he sneaks fill her senses. He has been hiding that he smokes ever since he found out she isn’t a fan of the tobacco-filled sticks. She shouldn’t like the smell of the cigarettes, but she can’t help that it reminds her of him. The shirt falls to the side of her head; she uses her hands to pull down her pants and underwear, leaving her shirt on for some warmth. One hand goes up underneath her shirt and the other goes up to her mouth. She puts her fingers in her mouth before bringing it down to her weeping pussy. A wet finger plunges into her hole, causing her to cry out in pleasure. She had failed to see her bedroom door was not completely closed.
Drew stops his movement as soon as he hears her scream. He shuts the stove off, moving the pan off of the hot burner. He runs upstairs to her room. He stops just short of the doorframe when he hears her pants. It is obvious what she is doing by how breathy they are. It’s wrong to keep listening, but he hopes he can get a hint as to who she fantasizes about while she satisfies herself. It takes every bit of self-restraint he has not to pull his penis out of his pants and jerk himself off to the sweet sounds coming out of her mouth. “Drew.” His name falls off of her lips; this has to be a dream. There is no way the woman he loves, his client, is masturbating to the thought of him. He peeks his head through the door and suddenly his dick starts pressing against the fabric of his pants. While her hands are placed on her vagina and breast, her face is to the side, burying itself into a gray piece of fabric. He recognizes it as the shirt he left here before he went downstairs to make their breakfast. What he is about to do is inappropriate; nevertheless, he needs to be the one drawing those sounds from her.
“You made me think you were in danger, Precious. Instead, I find you touching what should be mine,” he snarls, taking a step into the room. The use of the word mine should cause turmoil in her stomach; however, she knows he isn’t using it in the same sense as the note. Drew uses mine to mean an exchange. Whereas, the note made her a possession of her writer and that doesn’t sit well with her. If Y/N gives Drew a piece of herself, then he will give her one right back. She would be an object to whoever wrote the note. He stalks closer to the bed, getting a better look at her soaked pussy. She feels the bed drop under the weight of his upper body; he stays kneeling at the foot of the bed. His hand wraps around her ankle and she yips as he pulls her closer to him.
He takes a chance to glimpse up at her face, which is staring down at him with want. She gives him a minuscule nod and tries pushing his head toward her aching heat. His neck resists her force, chuckling at her actions. “Aren’t you eager, Precious?” he teases, smothering his head between her legs. He laps at her folds like a man who hasn’t drank water in years. Her hands grip the sheets beneath her, creating waves in them. Drew’s eyes narrow at her hands and he brings them to his hair. Her nails graze his scalp as she throws her head back with a moan. He pauses for a second, wanting to appreciate the look of bliss on her face and the symphony coming out of her mouth. His mouth continues to work against her, making her feel incredible in ways no man has before. “Drew, please. Keep going,” she begs. Her fingers bring his head closer to her, clenching around his tongue. He pulls back with a smirk, “You like this, huh? Do you like being eaten out by your bodyguard?” Her head bobs, wrapping her legs around his head. She grinds her hip into his face.
His tongue darts into her vagina bringing her to her climax. “Hmmm. I love the sounds you are making for me, Precious. It’s my favourite sound in the world,” he mumbles, cleaning her up. He stands up and admires her body twisting to the side in contentment. She sits up, eyeing the way his pants aren’t hiding anything at all. She scoots to the edge of her bed and brings him in between her spread-opened legs. Her hands meet the skin of his bare chest. She points a finger against him, tracing down the middle line of his abs. She reaches his lower abdomen and slips her hand inside of his pants. “Now, it’s my turn to hear the pretty noises you can make,” she instructs in a sultry voice.
Her hands shove him back a little, so she has enough space to sink to her knees. She grips his dick with her hand, rubbing up and down. It drags out the most amazing groan out of him. She can the wetness pool in between her thighs again. He spots the way her legs come together and it makes him even harder. “Precious, this feels so good,” he pants out. She needs something to loosen the friction, which means she opens her mouth and brings his length into it. She sucks at the tip. Her tongue swirls around the head of his dick, tasting his precum. “You taste amazing,” she praises before shoving herself further down his cock. He hits the back of her throat and she stays there for a second until she needs to pull back for air. She lets the air into her lungs before taking him into her mouth. Her head moves on his shaft and she continues to repeat the routine for a few minutes. He starts to feel a tug at the pit of his stomach, causing him to twitch in her mouth. His hips start to move back to meet her in the middle and unleash the tightening in his belly. She eagerly swallows everything he gives her.
He pries her head off of him, gazing at the way a string of his cum connects his tip to her lips. “Get on the bed,” he orders. She climbs onto the bed and looks at him through her eyelashes. Her lustful stare hardens him again. She removes her shirt while he takes care of his pants. He dives into bed beside her and twists them both to their sides so her back is pressed against his chest. Mimicking the positions of her hands when he caught her, his fingers play with two of her buds. She can feel his hot breath on the back of her neck as he twirls her nipples to arouse her. He is satisfied by the dampness between her legs and grabs his dick instead to guide it into her pussy.
His thrust brings her hand to his bicep over her shoulder and she digs her nails into the skin. The slight pain it brings is worth it if it tells him how well he is doing to make her feel good. “You are clinging to my cock so beautifully. I think I might cum right now, but lucky for you, I have better stamina than that,” he groans, continuing the bring his hips against her ass. His hand on her breast goes to her hip to help keep her in place. He finds her G-spot, making her curl in on herself a little. His back follows her shift forward and his lips find her neck. She feels his teeth squeeze her skin between them, throwing her head back to give him more access. The grip on her hip is so strong that she is sure there will be a bruise later on. Eventually, she starts needing more out of his pace, so she propels backward to meet him. With both of them now working together, a knot starts to build in her lower abdomen. “Drew, I’m about to come,” she cries out, tensing her hand around his bicep. As her walls start to clutch around him, her face falls forward and he can no longer see her face. He focuses on aiding her in her climax.
The hold she has on his penis hinders his ability to drive forward, yet it doesn’t stop him from hitting the spot inside of her that helps uncoil the formed tangle. He works her through her high, yanking himself out once she is loose enough. She rotates onto her back and smiles at the sight of him. He shifts to be hovering over her on his elbows. His lips connect to hers, separating so they are barely touching, “That orgasm was for you, but do you think you can have another one? This one is for me. I want to see your face while I unravel you.” He places his stiff dick between her legs and looks at her for permission to continue. She feels a little sensitive, except she wants to give him another release like he just gave her. Her skull jerks up and down.
He grins down at her, kissing her as he enters her again. Her slick from her recent orgasm helps him do it with ease. She lets out a whimper because of her delicate state; head dropping to the pillow. In this second round, he is much slower, wanting to take his time with her. There is no guarantee he will ever get to be in this position again, no matter how much he prays to be. He brings her into her arms and buries his head into her neck, leaving prints along it with his mouth. The feeling of her wrapped around him tugs a moan out of him. It encourages him to persist, wanting to be in her vice once more. Another petit mort constructs within him. He desires to hold off a little longer; this must last longer. He can think of one way to be in this intimate moment forever. “I love you,” he rushes out. She looks away with disbelief in her eyes, “You don’t have to say that just because we are having sex.” He freezes, pulling back to see her eyes. His hand cups her cheek; his thumb ghosts her lips. “I’m not saying it because we are having sex. I’m saying it during sex,” he clarifies, searching to see if she understands. Her shoulder shrugs, “What’s the difference?”
“The difference is it means I truly mean the words. I’ve felt it for a long time. There was never a right time to say it,” he spells out. “I love how you ask the cook to buy me uncrustables and leave them in the freezer. I love how you always bring water to your drunk friends on a night out. I love how the universe gave you everything and you still give everyone all you have.” Her heart must’ve beaten out of her chest and jumped into his mouth to his chest because he had her heart entirely. “I love you too,” she confesses, the truth in her eyes. The joy he feels at her words combined with the gripping of her vagina brings him to an early climax. Thick ropes of semen come out of him as he presses forward with his hips again to ride it out.
She follows soon after, pressing his body against hers by wrapping a leg around his hip. Their heaves overcome the room, a reminder of the line they crossed and never want to reverse. He slips out of her, now soft after the exercise they just went through. His body collapses to her side, exhaustion taking over him. She nudges her skull upon his arm, letting him sling it around her shoulder. “Can you carry me to the bathroom, Drew? Please,” she inquiries. He looks down at her with a grin, “Of course, Precious.” His feet plant on the floor, rising to the side of the bed. She gazes at his naked glory ahead of her. He kisses her forehead and assists her in sitting up. Her arms and legs enclose around him, bringing them chest to chest. His hands support the bottom of her thighs as he walks to her adjoining bathroom. He flips the light on and opens the toilet lid to allow her to sit on it. Before removing her from the toilet, she hears water dripping from the shower head. Steam fills the room and he transports her to the shower. Since she doesn’t like baths, she went all with the design of her shower. A room-size stall. Waterfall showerhead. Side jets. A little alcove to sit on. The whole nine yards.
He sets her down on the seat, going to get the shampoo. He returns and starts working the soap into her hair. “Did you really mean it?” she mutters, barely louder than the water. His arms wrap around her shoulders, “Every single word.”
———
They didn’t have a label for what their relationship had blossomed into and they didn’t feel they needed one. She is his and he is hers; that’s what matters. It’s been a month since the stalker incident and there hasn’t been another. Y/N thought she would need a break every so often from seeing the man she loves every single second of the day, except it isn’t the case. It’s Drew’s monthly day off and she craves his company more than anything. He didn’t want to leave her side either, especially with the stalker at large, but it would’ve been suspicious if he had stayed. What they have between them is meant only for their knowledge. Throughout the day, they both found themselves peeking at the clock for a sense of how long until they could be together again. Y/N’s knees would bounce at her desk at work and Drew would wander the streets of New York City, buying anything that made him think of her. As he walks through the front door of her apartment, it’s a real struggle for him to hide his grin from James. James Notting works for the same security agency as Drew and replaces Drew on his days off. James spots his counterpart and his eyebrows connect. Drew is back earlier than normal.
“You can go now. I’m back on duty,” Drew informs, placing the shopping bags on the table. James shakes his head, “Are you sure? You still have two hours left.” “Yeah, I ran out of things to do,” he states.
“Cool. Thanks.”
“Where is she?”
“The kitchen.”
As if on queue, the sound of a pan dropping on the floor reverberates around the apartment. “I’m okay.” They hear her yell from the other room. Drew looks at James in confusion. They both know she can’t cook. “Don’t ask me. She’s been in the kitchen for about an hour and ordered me not to enter,” James explains, grabbing his stuff to leave. Drew locks the door after James exists and enters the kitchen to figure out what his precious is doing. “Precious, what are you up to?” he interrogates. Y/N jumps at the sound of his voice, hiding something behind her back. “What are you doing back home so early?” He chuckles and steps toward her, caging her against the counter and between his arms. Neither of them answers the other’s question. She grins up at him and kisses him quickly as a distraction. His tall stature makes her attempts futile. He glances over her shoulder to see slightly burnt roasted potatoes on a pan. The scent of herbed chicken hits his nose and he scans for the source, finding it on the counter beside them. “Are you trying to make dinner?” Her attention shies away from him, which he returns with a finger under her chin. He can feel the warmth growing on her cheeks.
“Yes, but it didn’t go as well as I thought it would. I thought it would be easier. You don’t have to eat it.”
“Non-sense. It looks delicious.”
Excitement blooms in her and she gets serving dishes out of the pantry. He helps her set the table in warm silence. Everything is in place and they seat themselves at the table. She happily serves him food, waiting for him to take a bite. The first thing he tastes as the potatoes make contact with his tongue is a bitter undertone that overpowers everything. He resists the urge to crumple his face like paper. Her eyes are trained on him, anticipating the review of her cooking. He can’t dim the hope in her eyes, so he has no choice but to lie. She put so much effort into this dinner for them. “This tastes wonderful, Precious. I didn’t know I was protecting such a good cook this whole time. You should help me make breakfast,” he applauds. “Here, let me serve you some so you can try.” He selects the unburnt potatoes and cuts her the chicken thigh before handing her back the plate. It’s not like the meal is horrible, the potatoes are just a little burnt and Drew wants to keep the secret to himself.
She thanks him in a whisper. She digs into her meal and he can see she is enjoying it. He lets out a small satisfied sigh and gets back to eating. Y/N is a slow eater, so it’s not a surprise Drew finishes eating first. His head rests on his chin and he resorts to gawking at her. She can feel his stare on her.
“Why are you staring at me like that?”
“Like what?”
“Like I’m the most beautiful girl in the world.”
“Because you are. And I would kill anyone who would dare to hurt you. Your heart belongs to me.”
“And yours belongs to me,” she repeats, leaning over to give him a kiss. She doesn’t have to worry about being safe. As long as Drew is around, she has nothing to worry about.
———
The weekend means they can spend all day in her apartment. Her work week was left behind for forty-eight heavenly hours of the two of them together. While cuddling on her couch with the TV on, he realized they hadn’t checked the mail since Friday, so he went down to get it. He listens to the whine of the metal door opening as he reaches in to take the mail out. He looks through the different envelopes and finds one with his name written across the front. The writing is vaguely familiar. His hand tears open the paper and pulls out the letter. You don’t deserve her. She is mine. Under the writing is a picture of his longing glances at her. It is clear to anyone the feelings held within him. He folds the paper and puts it into his pocket. He should probably send it to the lab for analysis, but it would bring suspicion to his relationship with Y/N. He doesn’t need anyone’s help. He could keep her safe by himself; nothing would happen to her with him by her side. Plus, this is more of a threat to him and he isn’t scared by some loser's threats.
He enters the apartment to find the couch now empty. He can hear the shower running and his mouth turns into a curve. She has been putting off showering while he is around because it always ends up with them having sex. He decides to give her a break and rests on the couch. Something on the coffee table piques his interest.
It’s a thick rectangle wrapped in purple paper and pulled together by a red ribbon. There is no note that he can see. He rips open the gift and finds a special edition of East of Eden. It’s a stunning hardcover copy with golden sprayed edges. He thumbs through the pages and lands on the title page. She had written on it. I hope you like this special edition of the book. It’s just a little gift to show my appreciation for everything you do for me. I love you so much. -Y/N <3. His heart is touched by her actions and tears form in his eyes. The distant sound of water hitting the shower tiles is replaced by her footsteps approaching her living room. Her hair is being held up by a green towel and a white one is wrapped around her breasts to cover her. “You’re back! And you found my gift. Do you like it?” she inquires, joining him on the couch again. He brings her onto his lap; his hand resting on her bare thigh. “I did find it and I love it. Thank you, Precious.” His lips kiss her neck and his hand makes his way to the front of her body. “After I’m done thanking you for the gift, I’m also going to have to punish you for taking a shower without me,” he growls against her skin, plunging into her now-drenched hole.
———
Drew sits across from her at the cocktail bar, enjoying the way she laughs at the stupid joke he made. It is inappropriate for him to be sitting with her in public. No one is around to object to it though. The patrons of the dive bar could care less about who the couple are to each other. This isn’t the type of establishment Y/N could often be found at, except she has a point to prove.
They had been trying to figure out what to eat for dinner when Drew made a teasing remark. “What should we get for dinner? We can order Fortunas, Petite Coquette, or… Why are you looking at me like that?” she grumbled. He shrugged, “Everything you eat is so fancy. Have you ever eaten food that you don’t eat with a fork and knife?” She gently slaps his biceps. “I eat sushi,” she argued. His brows raised, “You use chopsticks for those. Let me reword my questions. Do you ever use your hands to eat something?” “Yes! I use my hands to eat oysters,” she pointed out, continuing to scroll through their food options. “You are still proving my point, Precious,” he teased. Y/N got up from the dining room table and headed to her room. “Where are you going?” “I’m going to get ready. You should too. I’m going to prove you wrong,” she told him.
This is how they find themselves in a dive bar in Brooklyn. The waitress arrives with their food and places it in between them. They both thank her as she walks off. Drew studies the wings on the plate and his eyes fall on her again. “Are you really going to eat those with your hands?” She flicks her head up and down, reaching over to grab a wing. He delights in the way the sauce smears across her fingers. She bites into the meat, humming at the taste. “See, I’m using my fingers,” she demonstrates. Her stained hands are held up to his face. He takes it into his hold and licks a little bit of sauce off of it, “Hmm, you did. You picked a good sauce. I like it.” He picks up his own wing to devour. “How are your siblings?” she asks. He gives her a surprised look, “You remember I have siblings?” “Of course, it’s one of the only things I know about you. I just realized we know so little about each other,” she notes, wiping her hands with a napkin.
“My siblings are good. One of my sisters just had a baby girl. What else do you want to know?”
“Aww, I love babies. You’ll have to tell me more about the baby later. As for what else I want to know… hmmm… When we first had sex, you were wearing a Western North Carolina t-shirt. Did you go to school there?”
“I did. I double majored in English, and Screen and Television.”
“Really? I can see why you did English because you are always reading when we are home, but Screen and Television? If you majored in those, then why become a bodyguard?”
His shoulders shrug and his vision drops to the food. “Yes, screen and television. I’ve always wanted to be an actor, but once I graduated, I realized it wasn’t practical. So I enlisted right after I graduated and after six years in the service, I decided not to renew my contract. It got too much for me,” he recounts. She can see how his tone has mellowed out and she reaches across the table to hold his hand. “It must have been a hard few years. Thank you for protecting our country. In a way, we can technically say you were protecting me that whole time too. How did you get into the security business?” His thumb circles the skin on the back of her hand, “You’re welcome. And I guess you could say I was made to protect you. After I left the army, it just made sense to become a bodyguard. The skills I learnt in the army transferred over quite nicely.” “Makes sense. You are very good at your job. I always feel very secure when you are around. How long have you been a bodyguard?” she continues the conversation. “I’m coming up on two years on Sunday, actually. I did one year as protection detail for a bunch of different clients and the almost one year I have with you.” She takes this information in and files it away for when they get home.
The waitress returns with another plate of wings and this time, there are carrots and celery on the side. Y/N’s face scrunches at the sight of the celery. “Yuck, you can eat all of the celery. I don’t like it,” she imitates like a child. She picks up a green stick and waves it at his mouth. He tilts his head to the side, “How can you not like celery? Have you tried it?” Her head shifts from side to side, “No, but my mom didn’t like it.” The conversation pauses at the mention of Katrina Y/L/N. Drew knows the story of Y/N’s mother.
Katrina Y/L/N was a guidance counsellor for a public high school in an underdeveloped part of New York. She didn’t work for the money. She worked to truly make a difference in the lives of children who needed her. Unfortunately, it was what brought her life to an end. One of her students had been expelled and he had returned to the school for his revenge on everyone, who he blamed for his expulsion. Katrina had been able to stop him before anyone could get hurt, except when the police arrived, they didn’t know. One wrong misinterpretation resulted in Katrina falling to the floor and she was bleeding to death. Y/N’s father wanted to sue the police department for all it was worth and obliterate the officer, who had accidentally shot his wife. Y/N talked Magnus down from his vengeance. They had all the money they needed and nothing could bring Katrina back. Katrina had chosen to save the young boy from the bullet and twelve-year-old Y/N had a much better idea of how she could honour her mother. With her father’s help, she designed outfits for a fashion show. Tickets were charged to some of the biggest names in the business and all proceeds went to an organization that helped renovate public schools.
Drew had learnt all of this when he was doing research on Y/N after getting his job. He remembers going through the pictures of Y/N waiting outside of the school for her mom to come back. He remembers the pain on her face when the coroner wheeled her mother out on a gurney. He wished he could’ve been there to keep Katrina safe for Y/N, but nineteen-year-old him wouldn’t have had any idea what to do.
“Well, you aren’t your mother. So you should try it,” he suggests, wanting to ease her discomfort from the thought of her mom. She considers his order and takes a bite out of the stringy vegetable. Her face shows her discomfort at the taste in her mouth. Drew chortles at her expression, taking the stalk out of her hand. “Okay, so maybe celery isn’t your thing. At least, you have me to eat all the mean celery,” he jokes and finishes the rest of the disliked marshland plant. Y/N’s lips don’t rise at his joke, “My mom always used to say I would make an amazing fashion designer one day. She would let me style her outfits for different events with my dad. Could you imagine? Eight-year-old me going through my mom’s closet and picking out whatever I wanted her to wear. I look back at some of her old event pictures and think she really must have loved me to have worn some of the things I chose.” He smiles at the imagery of the girl he loves playing dress up with her mom. “She did love you. You know that right?” he confirms. The corner of her mouth softly raises, “I know. She told me it every second she could. I just wish I could know if she is proud of me. She may have said I would be a good fashion designer, but I want to know if she is proud of my choice to actually pursue it. I’m not doing anything noble like her.”
He can sense the comfort she needs from him and he gets up to head behind her chair. His arms wrap around her shoulder, pulling her into an embrace. His lips meet the skin of her cheek and then the shell of her ear. “She would be so proud of you. Precious, what you are doing is noble. You took what you love and you used it to give back to the community. That is noble,” he reassures. He can feel her breath hitch at such physical touch from him in public. They’ve never been this close to each other in proximity to other people and she is thanking the fact no one in this bar would care about the daughter of a big CEO. Her arms reach out behind her to bring him in closer, “Thank you. You made me feel better. Do you think I can talk to you more about my mom? My dad rarely likes to talk about her.”
“I will always be here to talk about your mom if you want, Precious.”
———
All week Y/N would return home from work and immediately shut herself in her home office, ordering Drew to stay out of the room. He doesn’t know what she is up to. Maybe she just needs some space from him. He starts suspecting that isn’t the logic behind her motives once she demands Drew stay in his bedroom until she comes to get him. He hasn’t stayed more than ten minutes in what used to be his old room following them getting together. Her room has practically become his. He could cheat and look at the security cameras in her living room, but he doesn’t want to spoil whatever surprise she has for him. The sound of the front door opening causes nerves to grow in him, except he trusts she wouldn’t do anything to put herself in danger. He busies himself with reading the copy of The Son by Philipp Meyer Y/N bought him.
About an hour later, a quiet knock on the door captures his attention. “You can come out now,” she announces and opens the door for him. The open door reveals her wearing the pink sundress he loves so much on her. She beckons him to follow with a massive grin. Their feet slap against the hardwood floor and as they round into the living room, he finds a space full of people. He examines the faces of everyone. He recognizes every single one. Her father. James and their co-workers. His friends. Some of his army buddies. And lastly, his family. Hung across the fireplace is a banner that says Happy Two Years As A Bodyguard, Drew! Everyone cheers at his arrival and he searches for Y/N for answers. She sees his face, “It’s a party to celebrate two years of being a bodyguard.” He wants to hug her, except it would be inappropriate in the opinion of the party guests. To them, Drew and Y/N are just a bodyguard and his clients. The only argument as to why Y/N throws a party for him is her personality. She loves commemorating other people’s accomplishments.
“This is fantastic, Y/N. Thank you,” he acknowledges, wishing he could give her a kiss. She casts her sights downward and swings her arms behind her back, “It was nothing. I had fun planning it and making the decorations. It kept me busy.” Drew starts to examine the decorations with a newfound appreciation upon learning she crafted them by hand. “You did all of these. Y/N, these are incredible,” he acclaims. He is impressed by her craftiness.
He recognizes the smell of his mom’s chicken casserole and his stomach grumbles for a taste. The swarming of his loved ones to congratulate him stops him from being able to do it. Drew is catching up with an old army friend when Y/N presents him with a plate of his favourite foods. “Sorry to interrupt. Drew hasn’t eaten all day. I want to make sure he does at some point today,” she explicates in advance of her walking away to chat with Magnus. His world starts to spin on its own axis. One where she is the axis at the center of his earth. Her effort to concern herself with his well-being and to plan a party for him shows her adoration for him. He couldn’t ask for a better girlfriend and he thinks it is time to officially label who they are to each other. Not to the world. Merely for them to know what they mean to each other.
———
The guests left a few hours ago after helping with the clean-up, leaving Y/N and Drew to relax on her couch. The words on the page aren’t being processed with Y/N’s head on his lap. She flips through the pages of her magazine. He perceives the way she halts between articles to write down some notes. His digits drag through her hair in admiration. This moment is perfect to legitimize their relationship. “So,” he begins to fixate her view of him. She drops the magazine to her chest. “I was thinking that maybe I could start calling you my girlfriend. Obviously, I won’t be telling other people, but I just think it could be something for us. To prove our devotion to each other.” She beams at him and sits up. Her lips smack on his. “I would be happy to be your girlfriend,” she confides to him. The pressure in his heart diminishes and beats at a steady pace. He feels like the world is in his hands because she quite literally is.
———
Drew acknowledges it isn’t logical to keep Y/N from the outside world. She can’t stay in the comfort of their home forever. Besides, he treasures the way her hair is a wave in the wind and her eyes are stars in the sunlight. Freshly cut grass nauseates him and he fights through the feeling to keep doing his job. She wishes he could sit with her during her picnic, yet she comprehends his need to stay vigilant. The wine glass in her hand meets her lips and she gulps down the aromatic alcohol. She takes a bite of the brie from the charcuterie board. The breeze from the wind almost carries her magazine into the air. He has to hold in his enjoyment of her chasing after the booklet. She approaches him, finally catching it in front of him. She straightens up with a sense of accomplishment; however, her expression plunges alongside her widening eyes.
He can’t ask her what is wrong. Her body shoots around him so their backs are facing each other and then he hears it. The one piercing crack that is so familiar to him. His certainty of what the sound was is confirmed when more booms don’t follow. It’s not fireworks. Her body stumbles into his as he wrenches in her direction. She collapses in his arms.
It shocks her that she couldn’t really feel anything at first. The pressure on her shoulder reminds her of when she got her ears pierced. The bullet breaks through her skin like the puncture of a needle. The next thing she feels is nothing, probably because of the adrenaline going through her body. A crimson stain flowers on her shirt, resembling a rose. As it spreads, the numbness switches to a burn. She starts to think she is being felted into a small wool animal. The whip of another gunshot causes panic to grow in her. What if Drew was hurt? The voices around her start to blur together, becoming one big mush of noise to her. Her eyelids droop like an unsupported bridge, slinging between open and closed until she is kept in a state of unconsciousness. Is this how her mom felt that day, eleven years ago? Is this the day she gets to be reunited with her mother again?
———
Their environment should’ve been under constant scrutiny from him. He shouldn’t have let himself be distracted by her. If he hadn’t, she wouldn’t be in surgery right now. She wouldn’t have had to save him from that bullet. His hands and shirt are covered with her blood thanks to the disconnect of her right axillary artery. He doesn’t want to chance missing an update from the doctor if he gets cleaned up. The doctors are uncertain about her fate, but they are doing everything they can to help her. He wishes he could say the same about himself.
Drew is aware of his appearance because of the hush that comes over the room. Hospitals are already quiet, but this is different. The silence has a hollowness to it. “Where is my daughter?” Magnus roars as he storms toward Drew. Drew's hunched posture adjusts at the entrance of his boss. He rises to his feet, trying to hide his tears. “She’s in surgery,” he manages to croak out. Magnus’ heart tumbles into his belly, “What do you mean she is in surgery? What happened?” “W- She was having a picnic, sir,” he stutters out. “She was standing in front of me and then all of a sudden she saw something that caused her to put herself behind me. She took the bullet for me.” Magnus’ eyes narrow and his eyebrows form a v, “You were supposed to be her protector. That’s what I hired you for. So how come I’m finding out that my daughter is in a life-or-death situation because of you?”
“It’s my fault, sir. I was distracted and my guard was down. This is all my fault.”
“Of course, it is! I hope you know that you are fired immediately. You failed to keep my daughter safe. Now, tell me you at least caught the asshole, who hurt her.”
“I understand your decision, sir. And I managed to fire a shot to incapacity the assailant. He is in police custody.”
Magnus nods in satisfaction, “At least, you can do that right. Do you know who he is? Do you think he was hired by Demitri to hurt her?” “I do know, who he is. No, I don’t think Demitri hired him. I think he is connected to the note Y/N received a few months ago. I’ve identified him as Sean Cox. Y/N and he went on a few dates. She ended it after the third date and he said crass things to her,” Drew relays to Magnus. Magnus snaps his fingers and his own bodyguard rushes to his side. “I want you to find out everything you can about this Sean Cox guy. Now!” he orders, returning his anger back to Drew. “I want you out of her apartment by the end of the week. You are dismissed.”
———
The doctors were able to stabilize her in surgery and she’s been in a coma for a week. James has been updating Drew on her condition now that his co-worker is her full-time bodyguard. Per his contract with the company, he gets to take a full month off in between contracts that require him to live with the client and if the month is going to be anything like this week, Drew is going to fall apart. His insomnia keeps him awake to ruminate on the possible ways he could’ve saved her. And he keeps coming back to one conclusion. If he wasn’t smitten with her, then she would’ve been unharmed. Not only because he wouldn’t have been preoccupied by her vision, but because Sean wouldn’t have grown jealous enough to want to hurt Drew. His thoughts are interrupted by the ringing of his phone.
James’ name flashes across the screen and Drew scrabbles to pick it up. “Is she okay?” he worries through the phone. James stops him before he can rant, “She’s fine. She is awake. She actually woke up from the coma two hours ago. I haven’t called yet because I figured you didn’t want to come while Magnus was here. She’s been asking for you.” “She’s awake? I’ll be there soon,” he states, hanging up his phone and getting out of bed.
———
Drew greets James with his head as he walks through the doors of Y/N’s hospital room. He finds an exhausted-looking Y/N, lying in the bed. A smile paints across her face as soon as he sees her and he is pained by the notion as to why she is here. “Hi,” she rasps out. He joins her at her side, “Hey, how are you feeling?” “As good as you’d expect after being shot. The doctors say I should make a full recovery,” she retells. “I was thinking since my dad knows about us now, that once I’m discharged, we can go on a trip somewhere. Maybe Bali or Italy.” He wants nothing more than to agree. To tell her that he’ll go anywhere with her. Apart from the fact that he came here for another purpose. He doesn’t return her grin and she hunts for it. She yarns for him to return the excitement. “Drew, what’s wrong?” she interrogates, reaching out for a hand he can’t bring himself to give. He knows it will be too hard to let go of.
“Your dad fired me.”
“I know. I’m not dating you because you work for my dad. I’m dating you because I love you.”
“I was fired because I couldn’t protect you.”
“Drew, it wasn’t your fault. Sean was the one with the gun. He was the one who fired it.”
The chair scrapes against the floor and Drew rushes to the window. His hands slamming against the sill startles her. “You don’t get it,” he yells. “I can’t be with you. You almost died because of me!” Y/N wants to rush to his side, except the stabbing pain in her shoulder stops her. Drew hears her wince and hurries to her side. “What are you saying, Drew? Are you breaking up with me?” she cries, tears pooling in her eyes. He steps away from her, back facing her. He can’t do what he needs to do if she is looking at him. “Yes.” No more words can escape his mouth; he needs to keep his composure.
“But my heart is yours,” she sobs, trying to hold his hand. Drew needs to get away from her, “Well, you can have it back. I don’t want it anymore.” He hates being cruel, yet it’s the only way this will go faster. “Drew, please. It’s not your fault. Please,” she argues.
Drew doesn’t have anything left to say and he doesn’t want to force her to be in his presence anymore, so he leaves her behind even though it kills him. It kills him to listen to her weep and not do anything about it. He craves to bring her into his hold and kiss her tears away. She may not believe this is all his fault but it is. It was his flaw that sent her to the hospital. His fatal flaw was thinking he was the only protector she needed. It was his hubris.
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GUNS, BITCHES, WEED, MONEY, YSL, GOLD CHAIN, MASERATI, PENTHOUSE, HELICOPTER, FAME
Word Count: 3.9K
Pairing(s): Ward x Reader, Sarah x Reader, Rafe x protective!reader
Warnings: Flirting, Violence, Gun Violence, Home Invasion, SMUT MDNI 18+
Summary: Fem!reader has been hired by Ward to protect his children when a business arrangement takes a turn for the worse and he discovers that a reward has been offered for their capture.
Part 1
Today marked the day when I was employed by Ward Cameron to ensure the safety of his children. I received an invitation to my boss's office, where I had the opportunity to meet Ward and discuss the specifics of my new role.
He extended his hand for a handshake and proceeded to explain his situation, suggesting that a young woman would seamlessly fit into his family and serve as an ideal undercover bodyguard. My boss then handed me three files containing the names of each child: Wheezie Cameron, Sarah Cameron, and Rafe Cameron.
After the meeting, we all stood up, and Ward returned to shake my hand once more. "Remember, no one can discover the existence of this arrangement," he emphasized, and I nodded in agreement. The reward for this assignment was set at $1 million per child or $4 million for all three. I was entrusted with their protection at any cost.
Ward Cameron had been a highly respected figure in the Outer Banks until this deal went awry. I was uncertain whether the children were aware of his business, but it was my responsibility to investigate and ensure their safety from any potential threats.
That evening, I dove into each of the files, beginning with Sarah Cameron:
Age: 16
Description: Blonde hair
Height: 150cm
Noteworthy details: Friends with the Pogues, straddles the line between being a Kook and classifying as a Pogue. She's exceptionally bright with outstanding grades and seems to have a close bond with her father.
These were the key highlights from her file.
Moving on to Wheezie Cameron:
She didn't appear to be of much concern, as she mostly stayed at home with Rose.
Rafe Cameron's file, on the other hand, contained the most substantial information:
Age: 20
Description: Dirty blonde hair, deep blue eyes
Height: 188cm
Notable details: He's a typical frat boy, the eldest child, known as the Kook Prince, has issues with anger, and appears to be somewhat spoiled.
Rafe's file was particularly intriguing because it reminded me of my own past less than two years ago.
The following day marked my first day on the job. I pulled up at Tanny Hill in my sleek Matt Black Maserati dressed in a cute beach outfit.
As I arrived, I encountered Ward, who was coming out of the house with Rose. He introduced me to Rose as one of his clients' daughters and explained that I would be staying with them for a while.
Ward kindly assisted me with my luggage and guided me indoors to meet the rest of the family. Upon entering the kitchen, I was greeted by two lovely young girls.
"Sarah, Wheezie, meet Y/N," Ward announced as he circled the island counter.
"It's a pleasure to meet you both," I greeted them warmly, offering a friendly smile.
"Sarah, could you please show Y/N to her bedroom?" Ward requested, and she readily agreed. She picked up one of my suitcases and led me upstairs to the third floor. There were only two bedrooms on this level.
"This is your room, and your ensuite is through there," she indicated the closed door in the corner of the room.
"I'm having a few friends over tonight, and you're welcome to join us if you'd like," she added as she placed my suitcase on the bed.
"Yeah, I'd be delighted to join," I responded as I began unpacking my belongings.
"Great. I'm just going to change; if you need me, I'll be on the second floor, first door on the right," Sarah informed me, to which I nodded in acknowledgment.
After she left the room, I proceeded to set up all my security and surveillance equipment. Around 6 in the evening, I could hear her friends arriving, prompting me to decide to head downstairs and introduce myself.
Sarah introduced me to Kiara, Pope, JJ, and her boyfriend John B, a detail I hadn't come across in the files. We all made our way to the fire pit and gathered around, discussing how they had all met Sarah.
To be honest, they weren't my usual crowd; they were sitting there, casually smoking weed. But in the end, I reminded myself that my primary responsibility was to protect Sarah.
As the evening progressed and the temperature dropped, JJ suggested that we all get into the spa to warm up. Everyone agreed and hopped in. Since I had my bikini on underneath my clothes, there was no need for me to change. The spa, while not large, had enough room for all of us.
We stayed in for a while, engaging in a conversation about life. Eventually, Pope, JJ, and Kiara had to leave, and I got out as well to grab a drink from inside the house.
Upon reentering the house, I encountered someone who I presumed to be the eldest son, Rafe. Viewed from behind, his muscular physique was absolutely striking.
He turned around, revealing his sun-kissed, well-toned abs, which sent shivers through my body. He was undoubtedly the most handsome and attractive man I had ever seen. He was shirtless, and his pronounced V-line left little to the imagination, knowing that he’s big.
"You must be Y/N, my father mentioned you'd be staying with us," he remarked, eyeing me up and down. Closing the distance, he positioned himself a few feet away.
"Yes, I am, and you must be Rafe," I replied, playfully pointing my finger back at him with a smirk. He nodded and let out a small laugh.
"To be completely honest, when I heard one of my client's daughters was coming to stay, I wasn't thrilled. But now that I see what a beautiful girl you are, I think I've changed my mind," he confessed, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear and running his index finger along my jawline to my chin.
His touch made my cheeks flush with warmth. I took a step back and moved around him, heading for the sink to pour a glass of water. "Is that what you say to all the girls?" I quipped, looking back at him with a mischievous grin.
He chuckled and shook his head, walking over to me. I turned back around as he placed his hands on either side of my body, effectively trapping me.
"Feel like something a bit stronger than that, sweetheart?" he murmured, leaning in closer. I could feel his arousal pressing against my clothed pussy, causing me to grow increasingly aroused by the second.
"Only if you're on the menu," I flirted back, leaning in as I trailed my fingertips along his arm and up to his shoulder. "You should come join us in the spa, and then I won't be the only one that's wet," I whispered into his ear, teasingly. With that, I pushed past him and returned outside to the spa.
As we continued our time in the spa, Sarah and John B suggested playing truth or dare. It happened to be Sarah's turn to do a dare. "Sarah............I dare you to make out with Y/N," John B declared, his eyes fixed on Sarah.
Just as Sarah settled down beside me, Rafe emerged from the house and made his way over to the spa. He gracefully entered and took a seat next to me, resting his arms on the edge, with his fingertips gently brushing against my shoulder.
"Rafe, you've arrived just in time. I dared Sarah to kiss Y/N," John B announced with a grin, causing Rafe's gaze to quickly return to me.
Sarah leaned and I tilted my head, our lips connected and her hand came to my waist. My hand rested in her neck and then she slipped her tongue in.
The kiss lasted about 6 seconds and when I returned to my seat the boy's faces were red hot. I could see Rafe fixing the bulge in his pants and shifting closer to me.
Sarah took her turn and directed her gaze at her brother. "Rafe, I dare you to suck any part of Y/N's body from the neck down for 10 seconds," she challenged, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
Rafe smiles and turns to me, he gestures for me to sit on the edge of the pool and he kneels down and opens my legs. He brings his head down and sucks on my inner thigh.
His nose brushes my clothed clit and moan leaves my lips. My cheeks went bright pink, but it felt so good. He knew what he was doing.
After the 10 seconds had passed, Rafe grabbed my hand and gently pulled me back into the water. We continued to enjoy our time in the spa for a few more minutes.
Eventually, Ward called out, signaling that it was time to head back inside. Reluctantly, we all made our way back to the house. John B left, and Rafe retreated to his room.
One Week Later,
Since that night in the spa, Sarah and I had become close friends. We spent most of our time by the pool or out on their jetty. She would share stories about John B and how she envisioned a future with him, along with all the typical topics that teenagers discuss.
As we strolled along the jetty, Ward approached us with an announcement. He explained that they were going to visit their grandparents for the night and would return around lunchtime the next day.
Ward instructed Sarah to pack her belongings for the overnight stay and join them in the car. After Sarah departed to prepare, he confided in me that Rafe would be staying behind while the rest of us were leaving.
"Please keep a close eye on my son," he requested. "Sometimes when we're away, he can get a bit lonely." I nodded in understanding as they drove off.
With their departure, Rafe remained in his room. He had spent the previous night at a friend's house and was nursing a hangover.
I had turned off all the lights, preparing to start watching a movie when I suddenly heard a noise outside. Although the house was securely locked up, that didn't guarantee someone couldn't find a way inside.
I cautiously approached the window and pulled back the curtain slightly to peer outside. What I saw sent a shiver down my spine: a man with a gun and a knife tucked into his back pocket.
In a rush of panic, I quickly and quietly made my way upstairs to retrieve my own gun, concealing it in my pants. My next destination was Rafe's bedroom, which fortunately was right next to mine.
Just as I was about to knock on Rafe's door, I heard the sound of glass shattering, confirming my fears that the intruder was now inside the house. My heart pounding, I moved towards the staircase and glanced over the railing, where I saw him roaming around, gun in hand, scanning for his next move.
I quietly retreated to Rafe's door, not bothering to knock. He was lying face down, wearing gray track pants. Carefully, I approached him to ensure he was still alive. Placing two fingers below his jaw, I felt for a heartbeat. His head shifted slightly as my cold fingers made contact with his skin.
He turned over, "About time -" He was cut off by my hand swiftly covering his mouth as I sat down on his bed. I sensed a smirk beneath my hand and signalled for him to remain silent. With a gentle retreat, I removed my hand.
"Shhhhhhh, don't panic. There's someone in the house, and he's armed!" I whispered urgently. Rafe attempted to rise, but I firmly pushed him back onto the bed. He sat there, trying to pull me closer, but I shook my head and went to lock the door.
Just as I was about to return to him, I heard footsteps just outside the door, followed by the intruder's phone ringing. Rafe shifted to the other side of the bed, trying to eavesdrop on the conversation.
The intruder answered his phone with an unsettling message:
"Hey, I'm in. I don't think anyone's home... I'll check all the rooms before I leave... I'll see you in 20." After ending the call, he proceeded further into my room.
I hastily returned to Rafe, grasping his arm and pulling him into the ensuite. We both entered the shower and shut the door, our hearts pounding. Moments later, we heard the intruder forcefully open the door to Rafe's room.
I paced nervously around the shower, and then Rafe's phone rang, a mistake on our part as we had left it behind when we hid.
"I know someone is here, you left your phone behind!" the intruder yelled. He continued to approach the bathroom door, and I could feel Rafe's heart racing.
I turned to him, placing my hand over his heart, and slowly retrieved my gun, aiming it towards the man. Rafe's arms enveloped me, his shock evident upon discovering the weapon in my possession.
The intruder cornered us in the bathroom, spotting both of us, and demanded that I put the gun down. However, I held my ground. "You put yours down first!" I yelled back at him.
As he stepped closer, I sensed Rafe stepping out from behind me and pushing the intruder against the wall. Rafe started throwing punches at the intruder's abdomen, but the intruder retaliated by striking Rafe over the head with the gun, causing him to collapse to the floor.
Turning back to me, the intruder saw me placing the gun into my pants and decided to challenge me directly. I signaled for him to come at me, and he lunged.
He threw punches and tried his best moves, but I managed to evade each of his attacks. When he was finally down, I used my handcuffs to secure him to the heater near the window.
I rushed back over to Rafe, who was holding his head, and the area around it had started to bleed. I helped him up and sat him on the edge of the bed. Turning away from the intruder, I knelt down to inspect Rafe's wounds. That was my second mistake.
The intruder had managed to cut himself free with his knife and sneaked up behind me, holding the knife to my throat. Rafe tried to assist, but he was in too much pain.
I shifted my body to the side, stepped on the intruder's foot, threw my head back, and thrusted my elbow into his chest, causing him to release me. He grabbed his gun and regained control of the situation.
“Bitch………I’ll kill you for that, or better yet I’ll kill him and I don’t care about the reward. Your reward enough!” The intruder's threat was chilling as he pointed the gun directly at my head, then turning to point it at Rafe.
Time seemed to slow as I considered my options and the gravity of the situation. Every move had to be calculated and precise to ensure his safety.
As the intruder menacingly questioned me with the gun pointed at his head, I could feel the tension in the room escalating. The air seemed heavy with anticipation as he asked, "Any last words, Mr. Cameron?" His finger hovered over the trigger, and the threat was imminent.
In a split-second decision to defend Rafe, I managed to wrestle the gun from his grasp and fired a shot that struck him in the chest. He stumbled backward and collapsed to the floor, but he was still alive.
I hovered over him, the gun aimed at him once more, and asked firmly, "Who do you work for?"
Bending down, I awaited his response, determined to uncover the truth behind this intrusion.
In a final act of defiance, the intruder defiantly spat out blood and threatened, "You'll die for this!"
I responded resolutely, "No, you will if you don't tell me who you work for."
With a bitter grin, he retorted, "Kill me then, they already know who shot me, see this…" He pointed to his jacket pocket. "You're on camera, bitch."
Determined to eliminate any evidence, I promptly shot his camera and then him, ending the immediate threat. Now, the challenge was to uncover the larger conspiracy that had brought him here and potentially placed us all in danger.
I turned back to where Rafe was sitting, his eyes wide with a mix of shock and admiration. He grabbed my hand and pulled me onto him, straddling my legs comfortably on his lap.
With a deft motion, he took the gun from me and tossed it behind him on the bed. The intense moment we had just experienced lingered in the air between us. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen”. His hands coming to squeeze my butt.
"Are you okay?" I asked him, my hands gently resting on his shoulders as I glanced at his deep cut. He nodded in response, and then he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to my lips.
I moved closer to him, my hands snaking around his neck, and we deepened the kiss, finding comfort and solace in each other's embrace amidst the tension and danger that had just unfolded.
I pulled back from our passionate moment and glanced toward the intruder's lifeless body, then back at Rafe. "As much as I want feel you inside me, we have to clean this mess up" I said with a playful smile. Rafe agreed, and he lifted me back up.
I instructed him to go grab an old blanket, and he left to do so. Meanwhile, I began searching the intruder's body for any signs of identification, hoping to uncover some answers to the dangerous situation we had just faced.
I gathered all the personal belongings from the intruder and placed them on the bed. When Rafe returned with an extra-large blanket, I instructed him to turn the intruder on his side so we could slip the blanket underneath him.
Once that was done, he rolled the intruder back over, and I wrapped him up securely. Rafe then carried the bundled intruder downstairs.
As we descended, I asked Rafe, "Do you have any weights and rope?" He nodded and quickly fetched the necessary items from the garage, understanding the need to ensure the intruder remained concealed and secure.
We carried the intruder to the end of the jetty and placed him in the small boat. Driving the boat out into the marsh, we ensured his body was weighted down, ensuring it would sink. It was a somber and grim task that needed to be done.
Returning to the dock, it was already around 1 in the morning. We docked the boat and made our way back to the house. Heading up to Rafe's room, we set about cleaning up the blood, using bleach to remove any traces of the ordeal.
By the time we finished, both of us had blood and chemicals on our shirts.
After cleaning, Rafe turned on the shower. He removed his shirt, walked over to me, and placed a hand around my waist, tugging at my pants.
He leaned in and planted a kiss on my lips, followed by a couple on my neck. With a swift motion, he lifted my top above my head and tossed it onto the floor, igniting a passionate moment between us.
SMUT BELOW......18+
After that, he led me into the bathroom and took off his pants, showing me his rock-hard dick and the well-defined vein lines that ran down to his tip.
I licked my base lip and hauled my fingers down his toned body. He unclipped my bra with one hand while lowering my shorts and panties. He wrapped his arms around me as he led me back to the warm shower.
As I slowly moved my hand down his side to reach his big cock, I pushed my boobs against his chest. A groan left his lips and he kissed me more profound.
I slowly started to fall to my knees and moved my hand faster around his cock. I looked up at him through my lashes and opened my mouth and took his cock into my mouth and started working on him.
He assembled my hair in his grasp and began face fucking me. Hot cum ropes hit my throat as I felt his cock twitch in my mouth. I carried him through his high and swallowed his seed.
He pulled me back up and kissed my lips tasting himself on me. He massaged my boobs and sucked on my left breast using his other hand to play with my other nibble. Moans left my lips uncontrollably, I threaded my fingers through his hair.
His hand left my breast and trailed down my front coming to toy with my clit. His fingers teased my entrance and inserted one finger in, pumping it in and out. As he moved quickly my fingers dug into his shoulder.
A knot started to form in my stomach, 'I was getting close. He pulled out just as I was a about to cum. “I want you to cum on my face” He said as he made his way down my throbbing pussy.
He hoisted my leg up onto his shoulder and brushed his nose against my clit making me grind my body into his face. He dove his tongue into my wet pussy and began to eat me out.
His tongue made circles and that feeling was coming up again. “Rafe….gonna…..cum” I screamed as I felt myself squirt all over his face. He licked up all my juices and rubbed at my clit again.
The feeling was so intense, I felt my legs slowly start to give way, but he held me up with his strong muscles. He stood back up and stroked himself a few times before inserting himself into me.
He lifted my leg up again to get a better angle. He stretched me out with his huge size. He started slow and then sped up his movements. Pounding into me, all that could be heard was skin slapping and our moans.
He pressed my back against the wall and lifted me up to hit me at a new and deeper angle. I wrapped my legs around his waist and rolled my body on his. He then let go and turned my body around. He lined himself back up and thrusted into me from behind.
My hands came to land on the shower screen, while his hand started rubbing circles on my clit. My legs started to shake again as I felt my orgasm approaching. He wrapped his strong arm around me and I arched my back and dropped my head back onto his shoulder.
I felt my walls start to clench around is cock and he quickened his pace, leaving me a moaning mess. The shower was hot and steamy and I felt him spill into me, he rode me through my high and then pulled out.
Turning me around he sat down on the bench in the shower, pulling me onto his lap straddling him and I lined myself up with him.
I rode him like my life depended on it. My boobs bounced out of control and he held on to me to for intense pleasure. I could feel the wetness in-between us starting to leak out. He thrusted up while I sunk back down, he was making me feel so full. “I think this is the best sex I’ve ever had” he said as he kissed me deeper and more passionately.
PART 2
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Bodyguard rafe eating out r while she has phone sex with her boyfriend, she moans out her boyfriend's name to piss off rafe 🤭
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No Touching
Pairing - possessive!Rafe Cameron x stripper!poguereader
Summary- you’ve been fooling around with Rafe but never made it official, he becomes possessive.
Warnings- stripping, lap dance, mention of sexual services, mention of cocaine, language, mention of a gun, unprotected sexual intercourse, fingering, choking, slapping, hair pulling. (18+)
Request from anon
You had been working at the strip club for the past two years, on your first night you noticed Rafe and his friends. They slipped a few bills in your thong and let you move onto the next group.
You had expected them to say a few harsh words about being a pogue but apparently it was different when they were behind the doors of a strip club.
You saw Rafe every fortnight, dressed in his black suit and hair disheveled. He always tipped you nicely, his eyes on you wherever you went.
Finally after a few months he put cash down and ordered a private dance, you hadn’t expected him not to touch you. Instead he lets you dance, enticing him into putting his hands on you.
“I’m not going to pay to touch you princess”
You halted your movements, looking down at him from your straddle position. “So… why pay $300?”
“Because I wanted to be alone with you”
“Okay?”
“Going to have you begging me to touch you by the time the hour is up”.
You in fact did beg him, practically forced his hands on you by the end of it. Your tiny little panties were drenched. Your thighs slick with arousal, he still didn’t touch you that night.
It went on like that for a few more months until he finally laid his hands upon your skin, it was a soft brush of the fingertips to your bare thigh, his fingers trailed up the length of your stomach until they grasped your naked breast.
From that moment on you couldn’t get enough of him, and he couldn’t get enough of you.
Your ‘relationship’ was strictly physical, no one could know about the two of you. His father would throw a fit knowing his son, the man who is meant to take over the company, was sleeping with not only a stripper but a pogue. You also didn’t like the fact that he was snorting cocaine nearly every night, something you didn’t want to get mixed up with.
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You were at work like any other night, your legs began to ache, body twirling around the silver pole. The only piece of clothing on your body was a teeny tiny black thong. Your feet dressed in sky high heels, cash spread all over the stage floor.
You brought yourself down from the pole, swaying your hips to the beat of the music. Chewing softly on a piece of mint gum, your eyes skimmed the sea of men and women.
You brought yourself down to your knees, crawling the space of the stage until you were in front of a gentleman who looked to be dressed in Armani. His cologne invading your nostrils, you moved yourself to a seating position.
Spreading your legs for him, instinctively he reaches out to touch you. “Uh uh… no touching” you stated, grabbing his hand. Your fingers walk up the length of his arm until they tickle his lips.
“You want to touch?” You question, his Adam's Apple bobs along with his head. “Yeah”.
“Private dances cost $300” “shit”
He turned away from you and stalked back to his friends, his shoulders slumped in defeat. You picked yourself back up and began dancing to the music again.
Running your fingers through your long locks, massaging your tits. Your eyes fall back on the gentleman from before, $300 in his hands this time.
You give him a smile and click your fingers behind you, a body guard steps out from behind the dark red curtain and helps you down from the stage.
“This way”
Jeff, your bodyguard of the night grabbed the man by his shoulders and pushed him along to the lotus room, this is where you do private dances. The place where they can touch and you can charge extra for certain services.
Just as you step over the threshold a hand grabs your shoulder, pulling you backwards.
“What are you doing?”
“Rafe!”
His eyes are dark, blown out, brows furrowed in anger. You can see the slight shake to his body, gun in his hand. There is a white speck of dust just under his nose, you want to kick him. Tell him to get the fuck out of the club, he shouldn’t be here while he was high.
“I’m working Rafe”
“Uh-uh… no way.” He starts waving the gun in the air, pointing in the direction of the lotus room. Your heart is racing, he wouldn’t kill someone. Not because you were doing your job. Right?
“You need to leave… come back another night” you hushed, reaching for his wrist that held the gun but he pulled it back.
His hand is on your shoulder again, this time he squeezes. You let out a cry and grab his wrist, he’s much stronger than you. “Rafe!”
“Sir.. you need to leave now”
A voice from behind him startles you, your boss stands tall surrounded by security.
Rafe turns to hold the gun out in front of him again, he looks manic. Manic enough to kill a club full of people just to get to you.
“He’s going to hurt you in there”
“No he isn’t”
“Trust me”
Your eyes meet him finally, his facial expressions have softened. You hated how he had control over you, even when he was 6 lines deep.
You hold your hand up to the men surrounding him and pull him closer to you. “Why do you think he’s going to hurt me?”
“I heard him and his friends talking in the bathroom… betting he could have you crying before the hour is up”
“Come in with me then… stand behind the curtain. I give you full permission to beat his ass if he does anything”
“Or… I’ll give you $300 a hour to come home with me”
“Rafe….”
“I’m serious.. come home with me. Fuck my dad… fuck anyone who wants to talk shit.. fuck them”
You find yourself nodding, turning to whisper into Jeff’s ear. You don’t miss Rafe placing the gun in the back of his pants and stepping into the lotus room though, his fist meets the man's face. Knocking him down onto the floor, he lands a few more punches before he’s pulled off.
“It’s okay! He’s coming with me” you yelled, grabbing a hold of Rafe. You pull him towards the back, racing around to pull clothes on and pack your bag.
“You didn’t have to punch him… I’m going to be in so much trouble tomorrow”
“No you won’t… I won’t let anyone hurt you… say anything bad about you”
“Ha okay Rafe… let’s go”
You follow him out, he opens his car door for you. Before you know it, you're parked outside of Tanny Hill. The lights are off and there are no cars in sight, you let him lead you into the house.
He takes you to his room, letting you take in the pictures that line the staircase. His eyes watch you as your fingers caress the photos of him.
“This is my room”
You nod, stepping into the room. You place your backpack down onto a chair and walk around the room, taking in everything that belonged to him.
You hadn’t expected the room to be so tidy, not a single school trophy out of place.
“It’s nice”
“It’s alright”
He steps towards you, his fingers hold your throat softly. Eyes staring down at you, if it was possible you would have been able to see all the words flying around in his brain. “What?” You question, his thumb traces small circles on your neck.
“Why do you do it?” He asks, you go to pull away from him but he holds you a little tighter. The apples of your cheeks redden with lack of air.
“Rafe” you choke, his fingers loosen again but you stay where you are. Not game enough to step away from him again, he was still in a mood.
“I need the money… you know why I do it” you roll your eyes, annoyed that he keeps bringing this topic up. How many times can one tell someone something until it finally wedges itself in their brain?
“I hate it… I hate that you have to sell yourself”
“Not all of us are rich” He shakes his head, pulling you closer to him this time. His lips are on yours for a brief moment.
“Stop Rafe… how many lines of coke have you done?” You question, his fingers fall from your throat. You take this opportunity to step away from him, B lining for your bag.
“Hey hey… don’t leave” he demands, grabbing your forearm and pulling you against him. Your back against his hard chest. His arm is wrapped around your waist and one in your throat. “Don’t leave”.
You can feel his breath on the back of your neck, before it’s replaced by his lips, his free hand travels up the length of your arm and brushes over your chest.
“Rafe” you stutter, your knees growing weak from the soft touches. He holds you tight against him, walking you towards his bed. “We shouldn’t”.
“We should” his lips suck on your throat, leaving behind a nice purple bruise. He still has one arm wrapped around your waist while the other starts to pull your dress up to your hips, your legs opening up for him.
“So wet already” he states, his fingers toy with your pussy. Soaking his fingers with your arousal before inserting them inside of you.
You grip his head whilst he kisses you, moaning deep into his mouth. You want to cry out from the feeling of his fingers, massaging your puffy clit. “Shit… we need to stop”.
“No we don’t… just stay quiet, such a good girl”.
His fingers are pulled out from within you, leaving a dull ache deep inside. His pants are pulled down enough for his cock to be free, holding it within his hand.
Your throat is dry as you watch him pump himself slowly, enticing you to touch. That’s exactly what you do, reaching down between the two of you, your hand grasps his cock.
Pre cum dribbles from the tip, you're about to drop to your knees but he catches you, spinning you back around and pushing your top half down against the bed.
Your ass is up high, plump and begging to be spanked. He does just that, leaving behind a deep red mark of his hand. “Ouch!” You cry, wriggling under him.
He reaches for your wrists and holds them behind your back, He presses the tip of his cock to your hole.
You had to admit, you had a secret love for when Rafe was high, his stamina was unbeatable, his cock could stay hard for hours. You could milk him dry and he’d still want to fuck you again and again.
He pushes himself deep inside of you, you press your mouth against the duvet. Crying out into the soft material, his hand meets your ass cheek again. Leaving behind a dull sting. “Don’t hide those pretty noises” he orders, gripping your long hair and pulling you away from the mattress.
“Let me hear you scream my name… I want to hear you cry for my cock”.
His hips meet your ass roughly, his balls slapping against your swollen bud. “Fuck! Rafe… yeah harder!”.
The grip around your hair becomes tighter and his hips faster, your walls sucking him deeper and deeper.
“No man will ever touch you again… ever!”
“Just you Rafe, only you!”
He pulls out of you and spins you around, he's on his back and you’re crawling up his body. Hovering over his hard cock, your arousal coats his skin.
“Ride me now!”
You're dropping down on him, letting out a moan in delight as he hits you deep. With each roll of your hips your swollen clit nudges his skin, causing extra pleasure you rush through you.
Your hands pressed firmly to his chest, head thrown back as you rode him for dear life. Chasing that familiar ecstasy, his eyes are on you. Drinking in the look of pleasure upon your face.
“Yes, just like that baby girl” he groans, his abs clenching as he holds onto his orgasm that is beginning to bubble. He wanted you to come first, he reaches his fingers down and begins to rub circles on your clit, emitting a loud moan of pleasure from within you.
“Oh god oh god” you cry, your heart is racing as you bounce on top of him. Toes curled, a light sweat begins to form on your skin. “Rafe!”.
Your fingers scratch against his chest, leaving behind deep red lines. Your warning goes unspoken as you come around his cock, arousal soaking him. Buzzing goes off in your ear drums as your orgasm hits you hard.
He takes the glazed look in your eyes and comes, Spurting his seed deep inside of you, moans and groans bounce off the four walls. His grips on your hips are harsh and will leave bruising but you didn’t care at this moment.
“You're all mine”.
You collapse on top of him, his arms wrap around your waist. Breathing in the scent of your hair, you lay like this for a few minutes.
Pulling yourself away from him finally you stand to get yourself dressed, you need to go home, you need to call your boss and straighten everything out.
“I’m serious y/n… your mine, your not going back to that place”
“Rafe-“
“No… your mine.”
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Best of Both Worlds
Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Routledge!Reader
TW:alcohol, harassment, mentions of violence
Summary: Being John B's sister and Rafe's girlfriend comes with a whole list of benefits. The first one is that no one gets to fuck with you.
Word count:2k
A/N: this was supposed to be a one shot but now im pretty sure its going to be its own little universe. Also Im a whore for protective Rafe and JJ
Being John B's sister and JJ's best friend comes with advantages and pitfalls. One of those advantages being that nobody fucks with you. However, on the flip side of that, it means no guys will get within ten feet of you.
Until Rafe Cameron saw you at least. He was the only guy on the island interested that wasn't afraid, and somehow weaseled his way into your heart.
Of course, being his girlfriend comes with its own notoriety.
You're now both Pogue and Kook royalty; one of the only people to earn trust from both sides simultaneously. The entirety of Outer Banks is practically your kingdom, you're both feared and respected from all corners.
You've gotten used to the way people avoid eye contact and quite literally part like the Red Sea when you walk past. Part of it's due to your own reputation that precedes you, but mostly it's because your boys are always in formation a few feet behind you like the secret service.
It's no secret that you're under their protection; you're practically invincible.
Granted, you're also known for your eagerness to fight and sharp tongue. Everyone knows that even if you are seen alone, it doesn't mean that you're vulnerable.
So it's no shock that as you walk into the club with Rafe and the rest of the Pogues that the three of them are right behind you looking like Dobermans. They escort you to the bar to get a drink, and then to a table tucked into the back corner, distanced from the chaos of the dance floor.
The music is loud and you already feel a smile creeping its way onto your face. After all the craziness, it feels good to just be out having fun with your friends. You all settle in, your body wedged between Rafe and Sarah in the booth.
It's easygoing for a while, everyone laughing and carrying light-hearted conversations as the alcohol flows. However, it doesn't take long for your drink to run out and you nudge Rafe's knee with your own to signal for him to let you out.
"Where are you going?"
You lean up and give him a sweet kiss, shaking your head at his protective tone.
"To get another drink."
He nods and starts following after you when you turn and give him a look.
"I can handle getting a drink, Rafe."
He hesitates for a second but knows better than to push you. The three of them may be like bodyguards, but they know to respect your boundaries. You're not a fragile flower that needs to be treated like a child, it's been proven time and time again.
He watches as you saunter off, his eyes never leaving your scantily clad frame.
You make your way to the bar and wait patiently for your drink. It's busy in here, and you know the bartenders are working as fast as they can. You're leaning forward a bit with your elbows resting on the backlit counter as you bop your head to whatever song is bumping.
Your body stiffens when you feel a presence next to you, their arm brushing against yours and lingering a second too long. You know it's not any of your friends; they all have distinct signature colognes and this is definitely not familiar.
It smells like axe mixed with vodka, and your nose scrunches up as the scent burns your nostrils.
"Hey, whatcha drinking?"
The man's voice is grating, immediately causing irritation to flood you. Your eyes stare straight ahead as you answer, not wanting to give him any misconception that you're open to conversation.
"Amaretto."
Your voice is hard as you answer, and you pray he takes the hint. You're just here to have a good time, the last thing you want is the night to be ruined because of some asshole.
"Interesting choice. Would've taken you as a sex-on-the-beach type of girl. What's your name?"
You give him a disgusted look at his implication and turn back to the bar. Where the hell is the bartender with your drink?
"Y/N."
It's against your better judgment, but you're not in the mood to fight and you're just trying to appease him long enough to get your drink and bolt.
You can feel four sets of eyes staring at you, and you already know it's your three pit bulls along with Pope. The Heyward is easily just as protective when you're out, albeit in a less threatening manner.
"Y/N. I like it, it's pretty just like you."
You roll your eyes at the line, thoroughly unimpressed. It's not until you feel his hand on your waist that you stand up straight and face him.
Your head tilts down to look at where he's touching you, before raising your eyes to give him a disbelieving look through your lashes.
You realize you don't recognize him, and figure he must be a touron. That'd be the only explanation for him being stupid enough to put his hands on you.
Your fingers wrap around his wrist as you shove him off and you take a step back. He's persistent, stepping forward to close the much-wanted distance again. His fingers dig into your hip and you decide you've had enough.
"I'm actually here with somebody."
It's your last attempt at handling this civilly, and much to your dismay it doesn't deter him.
"I don't see him anywhere."
You let out a dark chuckle, and the man misunderstands it as you taking the bait with a smile.
"Well, he sees you."
The man's eyebrows furrow for a second, and you nod your head at the table. The boys are off to the side watching carefully for your signal. They know you can handle yourself; however, they're always on standby like guard dogs, ready to attack on your slightest command.
"See those men over there? The tall one with murder in his eyes is my boyfriend, Rafe. He'll kill you. The one with his arms crossed is my brother, John B. The blonde is JJ, my best friend. They'll be the ones that hide your body. And the last one at the end there? That's our ole' reliable, Pope. He won't hurt you, but he will be the alibi."
The man chuckles nervously but doesn't release his hold on you.
"I'm not worried about them. If they were gonna do something, they would have by now."
You give him a sinister smile and shake your head.
"That's where you're wrong. They don't come unless called. All I have to do is shoot them a look and you'll be eating through a tube. So, I'm gonna tell you one time to back the fuck off."
He ponders for a second, before completely encroaching on your personal space. Over at the table, John B puts a hand on Rafe's arm to hold him back.
"If she needs us, she'll let us know."
They watch as your hand comes up, open palm facing them, and start to move closer.
"I'm gonna count down from five, and if you're not out of my sight when I reach zero, you're going to regret being born."
You start counting down, a finger dropping with each second. You get down to one, and the man laughs.
"Are you sure you wanna do this? If you're thinking they won't go to jail over me, you're sadly mistaken. Rafe practically owns the island, hand cuffs won't even touch them."
His eyebrow quirks, and you purse your lips.
"Fine, have it your way."
The second your hand becomes a closed fist, Rafe is behind the man. There isn't even time to blink before the stranger is ripped back by his collar hard enough for it to make him cough and sputter.
He looks at you with wide eyes, and you just watch while sipping on your drink that's been sitting on the counter for a couple of minutes.
"I believe the lady told you to fuck off."
Rafe's voice is several octaves deeper than usual, rage coursing through his veins. John B and JJ are standing right behind him, ready to jump in and have their turn. Pope pulls you back, always one to make sure you don't get pulled into the violence.
"We were just talking, man."
The stranger tries desperately to de-escalate the situation, but it's far too late.
"Looked like you were touching her. Maybe we should see if you like being touched without your permission."
JJ's voice is akin to a growl, and you tsk. Asshole should've listened.
The man that harassed you doesn't get a chance to respond before he's dragged out the back door while you and Pope go get the girls.
"Come on, we gotta go."
You grab Sarah's hand and tug, the blonde woman looking at you with confusion. When she looks behind you and sees that only Pope followed you back, her eyes widen in realization.
"Right, okay. Let's go."
Kie is right behind her, and the four of you pull the car around to wait for the three men. A few minutes go by before they come around the side of the building. You scoot out of the driver's seat to allow Rafe to climb in, the other two crawling in the back seat.
You don't ask questions; you never do. You already know what happened, and if you didn't then his disheveled hair and bleeding knuckles are enough to clue you in. The drive back is silent, the Pogues being dropped off at John Bs before you and Rafe venture back to Tannyhill.
Rafe holds your hand as you lead him upstairs to his room and into his bathroom. You nod your head at the toilet and he follows your silent instruction to sit.
Your hands rifle through a drawer and find the first aid kit with ease. You kneel in front of him, taking his battered knuckles with such tenderness it makes his heart ache.
The Rafe sitting in front of you now is light years from the man an hour ago and you wish people could see this side of him.
He's the definition of heart eyes as he stares down at you with adoration, watching as you make practiced movements to disinfect and ice his wounds.
"You don't have to do that, you know. Your dad turned you into his personal weapon, I don't want to do the same."
His brows furrow at your confession and he gently grasps your chin to make you look at him.
"Hey, I protect you because I want to. Nobody fucks with a Cameron."
You stop in your tracks and stare at him with raised eyebrows.
"I'm not a Cameron."
His eyes bore into yours and the next words out of his mouth suck the air out of your lungs.
"You will be."
A playful smile breaks out on your face and you laugh lightly.
"Rafe Cameron, are you asking me to marry you?"
There's a teasing lilt to your voice, but his face remains stoic.
"If I was, would you say yes?"
Your eyes roam over his face searching for any sign of joking, and your mouth drops open when you find none. You nod your head slowly, almost afraid of moving.
"In a heartbeat."
You stare in shock as he removes his hand from your face and slips his signet ring off his pinky. He takes your hand in his and places it on your left ring finger before pressing a kiss to it.
"Then we'll go to Cartier tomorrow."
You peer down at the ring now adorning your finger and try to process what the fuck just happened. Did you just get engaged to Rafe Cameron?
"Rafe, are you serious?"
Tears are starting to sting your waterline as reality sinks in and he presses his forehead to yours.
"Very."
At that, you leap into his arms and capture him in a searing kiss.
"Oh my god, I'm gonna be your wife." You squeal and he laughs while holding you to his chest.
"You've been my wife since our first date. Now it's just official."
His hand rubs gentle circles on your back as his heart swells with a love he didn't know was possible.
"I love you."
Your voice is barely above a whisper and he pulls back to look at you with a bright grin.
"I love you too, Mrs. Cameron."
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Her Guardian And His Redemption
Pairing: Bodyguard!Drew Starkey x Reader
Warnings: Sexual Thoughts, Being Kidnapped, Someone Getting Killed.
Pronouns: She/Her
Word Count: 6.7K
Summary: He was supposed to be there to protect her, but he wasn't. And then he made the biggest mistake of his life. How could he fix it?
A/N: This is Part 2 of Her Protector And His Hubris.
Masterlist
Francesca Chambers is not Y/N. It was painfully obvious to Drew as soon as he opened the file about her. Each page details a new fact that tells him he is going to hate working on this assignment. Francesca is the daughter of Senator Chambers and many of these sheets depict her run-ins with the media. One article on a meltdown about not getting the right colour car on her sixteenth birthday. One Reddit thread about a heated argument with someone just trying to do their job. One video of her attacking her friend because they were wearing the same outfit. He didn’t need to do any more research on her to know she was going to be a handful. She was nothing like Y/N and everything like his previous clients. Every single week there was a new party. A new incident. A new thing he had to cover up so he didn’t get in trouble with the senator. To make matters worse, Francesca seems to think that he should be completely infatuated with him because she is God’s gift to the world.
“Drewwww, I need your help,” she drawls out from the bathroom. He sighs and puts his book down. The paperback copy of East of Eden is worn out. The spine is cracking because of how many times he has read it and the cover is missing the corner, lost a long time ago. It is not as nice as the copy Y/N gave him, but he couldn’t bring himself to take it. He knew that every time he looked at it, it would remind him of the danger he put his love in. The cushion of the chair creaks under his weight as he rises from the chair. He makes his way upstairs and stands outside of the door. He wraps his knuckles against the dark wood, “What’s wrong?” “I need you to come inside,” she pleads.
“I don’t think it would be appropriate if I do so.”
“Please, Drew. It’s important. It is a matter of my safety.”
Knowing it could spell out a disaster if he doesn’t check on her safety after that, he enters her bedroom and then the bathroom. He finds her in the bathtub, covered in bubbles. “I need you to get me a towel,” she orders with a smile. He looks at her with tight lips, “That doesn’t concern your safety.” “Yes, it does! I could slip while going to get it,” she argues, batting her eyelashes at him. He doesn’t argue; it would go nowhere. He gets the towel for her, throwing it on the toilet before storming off to his room. This isn’t the first time she’ll pull this type of shit and it won’t be the last.
———
Drew would never admit that his feet are aching. He should be used to this much standing by now. Yet, every time he goes shopping with Francesca, time seems to slow down, causing the blood to pool his feet. He isn’t one to be bashful and he isn’t with Y/N, but without Y/N around, he doesn’t know where to look. Especially because of the store they are in right now. The lacey materials all around the store fill his imagination with thoughts of her. Every garment he sees, he pictures her and all the naughty things he wants to do to her. “I want to try these on,” he overhears Francesca's demand to the sales associate. The other woman puts on a fake grin, “Of course, Miss. All of our changing rooms are currently in use at the moment, but I could make sure you get the next available one. Do you want to keep browsing and I’ll come to get you when it is ready?” Francescar’s eyes narrow and her lips pucker. Drew prepares himself for the hail storm that is about to occur, pretending to survey the store for threats. Although, he probably entered the store with the biggest one. “Excuse me! Do you know who I am? My father is a senator and one for call to him can have you fired,” she screeches, pointing an accusing finger at the employee.
The blood drains from the associate's face, “I’ll see what I can do.” “Good,” his client’s words chase after the scurrying worker. “Can you believe some people?” she mumbles under her breath. Drew gives her a disapproving look, “You were rude to her.” “No, I wasn’t. I was just reminding her of her place,” she retorts. He rolls his eyes, nothing can get through to her. They are soon rushed to the changing rooms and Drew stands at the entrance. Francesca goes into the changing room, coming back out soon after in the first lingerie set. It’s a pastel green set that goes with her olive eyes. Drew can see her vying for her attention out of the corner of his eyes, yet his focus is on something outside of the changing room. It is a pastel pink slip dress. Flower lace covers the breasts and also forms two slits at the bottom of her dress on the sides.
An image pops into his mind. The woman he loves standing in a doorway adorned by pink and flowers. He waits patiently for her to saunter over to him with her arms swinging at her side. She would straddle his hips, sitting back on his thighs. Her finger would raise and curl to beckon him forward. His hands find her thighs, pressing her closer to his crotch. He brings his lips closer to her and captures the beautiful petals. “I love you,” he promises to her. “Drew, you aren’t looking at me.” Francesca snaps him out of his fantasy. Irritation seeps out of him, “That’s because my job is to identify threats in our environment and I can’t do that if I’m looking at you.” He doesn’t glance over at her; instead, he continues to search the store for possible threats. She huffs at the lack of attention, “You are such a buzzkill.” She goes back into the changing room, leaving him to wish he could really say those things to his precious.
———
James Notting isn’t Drew. It was obvious to Y/N that he was a good bodyguard. Except he would never make her feel the way that Drew can make her feel. She knows she is safe with James; it doesn’t feel the same way as when she is with Drew. Drew’s protection made her feel warm. With Drew, it didn’t feel like an obligation. It feels like his life mission to keep her safe. He wasn’t doing it for the money. He was doing it because he truly cared for her on a personal level. She doesn’t blame James for not being Drew; she has a hole inside of her heart James can’t fill. She finishes packing up her work to bring home and heads to the elevator with James following behind her. He opens the car door for her once they get to her car. As she ducks to get into the car, she has to move her right shoulder, which causes an ache to shoot through it. Her hand reaches for her healing wound and this only causes more pain. “Are you okay?” James worries. She nods and continues to sit in her seat.
The car ride to her apartment is quiet. The only sound is the music playing from her playlist. When they get home, Alice is already making dinner in the kitchen. The aroma of the frying chicken instantly hit her nose. She greets Alice with a smile and makes her way into her office to put her work away. She is about to head back downstairs to talk to Alice when a cardboard box catches her eye. She should’ve brought that to the security firm a long time ago. Y/N holds in a breath as her feet drag across the hardwood floor towards it. Her hands shake while reaching for the lid to take it off.
Versace and cigarettes. It surrounds her in its embrace. She immediately regrets opening it and wants to put the lid back on; nevertheless, the items inside draw her in like a siren song. She picks up the item on top. The custom copy of East of Eden she had made for him. Realizing he left it behind hurt her more than she could ever know. She was so proud of herself for thinking of the gift. Every time she found him reading it, a small spark would shock through her heart. To her, the book was a symbol of her love for him and he left it behind as he left her. The next thing she finds is his WCU shirt. He probably forgot it was in her drawers because it became her sleep shirt after the first night they made love. She used to make him wear it for a day whenever it would stop smelling like him, making him laugh with the way she would beg him to put it on right at that second. A coil wraps around her heart and tightens until it squeezes tears out of her. She brings it to her nose like she did on that fateful night, breathing in all the memories she had with him. The late mornings in bed she would spend with that shirt on. He would play with the hem of it while he guided her cooking from over her shoulder. The way he would go crazy to bring her pleasure with it on.
A polaroid is the final thing she can bring herself to pick out. The sunlight from the apartment window gave her an ethereal look. She was focused on the art book in front of her, sketching an outfit for her upcoming fashion show. He brought the Polaroid camera to his eyes and called out her nickname. It caused a smile to bloom across her, which was the moment he captured forever. The photo was printed out and he wrote My Precious in the blank area with a heart at the end. She watched as he put the photo in his wallet. “So I can have you wherever I go,” he said to her, kissing the photo and then her. Of course, like it always did, the kiss turned into passionate sex. Y/N guesses he doesn’t want her wherever he is now.
———
After dinner, Y/N goes into her study to finish up her work. Her eyes double-check the guest list for her fast-approaching event. “James, I have the list for you to look over,” she informs the man somewhere in the apartment. He stoically enters the office and takes the list from her. He closes the door behind him, walking to his room. The sofa chair creaks as he sits to look over the names. He is looking over the possible guests to get a sense of what to expect and to flag any potential threats that she needs to change out. Most of the people are her usual ones until he meets one that causes him to freeze. Francesca Chambers. Shit. She probably invited the senator’s daughter because the girl is known to throw tantrums when not invited to exclusive events. Y/N never would have done it if she knew Drew was Ms. Chambers’ bodyguard. James could tell her that fact, but he won’t. Drew made a mistake and James wants to help him fix it.
———
When the invitation came in the mail, Drew started to buzz with anticipation of seeing her again. He has seen her on social media, but it could never be the same as seeing her in person. It could never beat being able to reach out and feel her warm, smooth skin. Tonight’s event is raising money for the foster system. It would go towards group housing for kids who can’t stay in a foster home, food, and items. Another very important fact that Y/N wants to emphasize is getting children in the foster care system actual bags for their things. He remembers the day she had decided this would be her next fashion event all those months ago. She had watched an Instagram reel of a foster mother and one of the details that stood out was the fact that the children the mother was newly fostering had their personal belongings in a garbage bag. Her heart broke for the children who were already going through a hard time. She wanted to give them the dignity of their stuff being regarded as special. He had to comfort her as she cried for the kids in the foster system. He loves that she always brings her plans into reality.
During the fashion show, he stands at the back of the room, searching for anyone he needs to neutralize. Every outfit is absolutely stunning and pride fills him up. He wishes he could’ve been there to watch her create such beauties. The end of the show is nearing when Francesca has to go to the bathroom. Like a good bodyguard, he follows her and waits outside of the room. He can still hear the noises coming from down the hall. His foot impatiently taps against the floor. Francesca is taking forever. The music starts to fade out and is replaced by a familiar voice. “Hello, thank you for coming to support the event. There are around three hundred ninety-one thousand children in the foster care system. Now, that may not seem like a lot to you. But that doesn’t mean that they don’t deserve better…”
Her voice starts to fade from his ears as he begs the universe to make his client leave the bathroom so that they can make it back for the end of Y/N’s speech. The universe doesn’t answer. Instead, Francesca takes ten more minutes in the bathroom and he discreetly rushes her back to where everyone is. It was too late. No one stands on the stage anymore and everyone is already moving on to where the cocktail party is being held. Francesca picks up her purse from her chair and they head over to the next room. His eyes scan the room, looking for the one person who could make him feel at home even though he is so far from where he grew up. He had been trained for this moment, so he could easily find her. He is too far away to hear the laughter that falls from her lips. Her head is thrown back in delight and he desires to be by her side, whispering how magnificent she has done. How noble this event is. How proud her mother would be of her. He knows those are the words she is dying to hear. Fear floods through him. There are so many people in this room, right now. And while he does trust James to protect his precious, big events like these can be hard to navigate with no help.
Francesca hates charity. Why should she care about people below her? The only reason she is at this event is because she has to see the girl, who has such a strong hold on Drew. No matter how stupid Drew thinks she is, she knows he is in love with Y/N Y/L/N. She has seen the articles around the pair and Francesca wants that love for herself. Even now, she can see the way he looks out for Y/N and jealousy toils in her stomach. She needs his attention on her. She struts over to him and places her hand on his chest. “I really like this suit on you, Drew. You fill it out amazingly,” she flirts, running her hand up and down his pectoral muscle. To her surprise, he doesn’t shove her hands off of her. She takes this as an invitation to continue even if his awareness isn’t on her. Satisfaction comes to her when she catches Y/N’s envious gaze.
How dare he? Y/N and Drew had to keep their relationship a secret, yet it was okay for him to be public about his relationship with a senator’s child. Francesca is a more public figure than Y/N. It made no sense. They both had agreed to keep them on the down low, so she doesn’t understand why this bothers her. Francesca leans in to whisper something in Drew’s ears and he doesn’t react. Y/N is familiar with Drew’s composed demeanour. What kills her even more? Drew is letting Francesca touch him at her event. He broke her heart and now, he was breaking it all over again by flaunting his relationship with another girl. He can’t be clueless about who is hosting the show. Y/N never thought that Drew would go for someone so spoiled and rude. Maybe she doesn’t know him at all. She turns back to Jackie and distracts herself with the other woman’s story about a fashion malfunction.
Drew hates the feel of Francesca’s hands on him; however, it doesn’t matter. All that matters is that Y/N is safe. That her surroundings aren’t putting her in danger. Like he should’ve done the last time he worked for her. His vision falls on her again. This time, he examines her in full glory. Her red dress helps her stand out against the crowd. It only has one strap that rests on the side of her left shoulder. This leaves the still-healing bullet wound out for anyone to see. The skin where the scar is is taught, puckering in redness. He hopes she is taking care of it and that it is healing fully. If his self-confidence didn’t get in his way, then he would’ve been there to help her do all that stuff. He can make amend with that part of himself by keeping her safe tonight. He spends the rest of the night ignoring his job and fulfilling his life mission.
———
She gets home around one in the morning. Her feet aching from the night spent in heels and her hair giving her a headache from how tight it is. She stumbles to her bedroom, ridding herself of her clothes. She turns on the shower and gets to work on taking her hair down. Once steam starts to fill the room, she checks the temperature of the water to find it is perfect. The warmth of the water causes her to let her emotions out. She can’t distinguish between her tears and the water from the shower head. It makes no difference to her. Memories from the night pass through her brain. The way Francesca would cling to Drew’s suit. The way he wouldn’t even look in her direction. The way that watching him with another girl made her feel like she lost him all over again. To make it worse, every single moment she had with him made an appearance. It feels like every single emotion she has been trying to avoid comes crashing down on her at once.
Her shower ends about half an hour later and she may be tired, except she needs to complete her daily ritual. She gets her ice cream out of the freezer and plops down on the couch. The Office’s theme song starts to play on her TV. The ice cream helps fill the ache in her heart and lulls her to sleep, causing the ice cream to melt as she slumbers.
———
It has been about a month since Y/N’s last event and the exes haven’t seen each other since. In that month, Drew realized he lost his social security card. He couldn’t get a new one yet because his birth certificate was missing too. His brain wracks through the last time he remembers seeing it and bites his lip when he realizes where it is. He left it in Y/N’s filing cabinet. She had insisted he put all his important documents there for safekeeping. His social security card must be there too. This is how he finds himself waiting at the concierge desk of her building. He no longer had access to her apartment without going through security protocols. “Hello, Ms. Y/L/N. There is a Mr. Starkey here. He says that he needs to retrieve a birth certificate and social security card from your residence,” he listens to the concierge call Y/N. The man behind the desk places the phone on the receiver and turns to Drew, “She says you can go up.”
He listens to the elevator music, tugging on his flannel’s sleeves with nerves. He doesn’t know what to expect with being so close to her again. The front door is already open once he gets to her floor. His feet glide against the tile of the floor, scarping a little against it. Y/N is waiting for him at the door. “Where are the documents?” she asks. He gives her a soft smile, “I forgot them in your filing cabinet.” Her slippered feet slap against the hardwood floor as she walks to her home office. Drew removes his shoes and follows her. He catches up to her to see she is already getting out his files from the cabinet. He holds his hand out to take them, only for her to throw them carelessly onto her desk. She doesn’t wait for him to take it for her to quickly leave her office.
He runs after her, not ready to let this conversation come to an end. “Your charity event last month was amazing,” he applauds. She doesn’t look over her shoulder whilst she boils some water for tea, “Really? I didn’t think you had noticed with Ms. Chambers on your arm.” “Am I detecting jealousy?” he kids, hoping it would relieve some of her tension. “Jealous of Francesca Chambers?” Y/N laughs. “Why? Because she gets my sloppy leftovers. Because she is dating someone who promised to protect me, but is the reason why I got shot.” It was cruel to use Drew’s lowest point in life and to pit it against him. She doesn’t care. She needs him to hurt more than she does right now. She can’t stand to be in his presence. Drew’s heart bleeds with pain and it takes everything in him not to start crying at that instant. His insecurity starts to make itself known again. The constant belief of being at fault for his precious almost dying plagues his mind. He deserves this pain. It’s only half of what he deserves. “I never wanted you to get hurt. You know that right?” he justifies, stepping forward only for her to step back.
“Well, I did get hurt, Drew. You couldn’t protect me and I almost died. It was all your fault,” she screams. “Leave. I want you to go, now!” He tries to argue. “Precious, please. I need to hear you say that you know I didn’t want you to get hurt,” he pleads. No matter how irrational, he needs confirmation that she trusts him. That she did believe he would do whatever it took to keep her safe. She needs his anguish to subdue hers. “Please, Precious. Tell me that you believe me.” She breathes out a low chuckle, “Why would I say that? It. Was. Your. Fault.” Words can’t explain the feeling in his heart. The acid of her word burns his heart so it disintegrates. The one thing left behind is the carving of her name, waiting to be filled by her love again.
———
There were three places where James didn’t need to follow Y/N to every room she went. Her apartment. Her father’s house. And her office. At her apartment and dad’s place, James needed to remain on the premises and ready to be at her side. In her office, he could remain in front of her office as long as he checked in with her every hour. An hour isn’t very long; however, it is long enough for Y/N to disappear. “I’m just going to meeting room five-sixty. It’s supposed to be a two-hour meeting,” she fills him in. He bobs his head, “Got it. I’ll check in on you in an hour.” With her notebooks and laptop in her arms, she heads toward the elevator and presses the down button. Being on the twentieth floor meant that she had a long wait down to the fifth floor. On her ride down, people went on and off without her attention because she was absorbed by her phone. She should’ve been watching her environment. Drew used to drill into her brain how important it was to do so if she was alone. It must have slipped her mind.
By the time an unsettling feeling overcame her, it was too late. Her eyes glance up from her phone and she twists to the other person in the elevator. Ahead of her recognition of the figure beside her, a white cloth smothers her mouth and nose, causing her to inhale the fumes. It has a hint of sweetness combined with the familiar scent of nail polish remover. Her orbits start to droop and she is pulled into unconsciousness.
———
She wakes up cuffed to a chair. Her hands and feet are both restrained and she tries to break the chair. A shooting pain goes up her butt while the sound of metal hitting concrete reverberates through the cold cement room. Shit, it’s a metal chair. She doesn’t bother to shriek for help. There is no point in wasting her energy. She tries to think of how to dislocate her thumb to escape the cuffs. It doesn’t come to her. The door in front of her opens with a squeal and her kidnapper makes herself known. Sienna Cox is a carbon copy of her brother. Y/N recognizes Sienna from the pictures Sean showed her during their three dates. The dangerous woman approaches Y/N with a knife in her hand. She circles the chair, letting metal glide against metal. Y/N flinches as the sharp point greets her soft skin. “You are the reason my brother is in jail,” Sienna states, hate dripping from each word. Y/N is never one to back down, “Actually, I’m pretty sure it’s because your brother tried to kill my then-boyfriend, which got me shot. Your brother almost killed me.”
Sienna’s hand harshly tugs back Y/N’s head and the point of the knife connects with her neck. Y/N tries to remove Sienna’s hold, which produces a crimson knick on the side of her neck. “No, my brother is in jail because you had to choose a low-life bodyguard over him,” she growls. Y/N provokes Sienna more, “Hmm, nope. Your brother being an ass and delusional is the reason why he is in jail.” “Ugh, shut up,” Sienna yells, pulling pain from the incapacitated girl by slashing her forearm. Blood oozes from the cut and she can tell it is going to need stitches. She cries out in pain, starting to truly feel her life is in danger. Earlier, she didn’t think Sienna was capable of hurting her. How could she be so stupid?
———
Drew previously thought the day Y/N got shot was the most terrible day of his life. He was wrong. The ringing of his phone stops him from doing his job. He should be watching Francesca at the mall. The phone call prohibits him from doing it. The sole thing more important than James’ call would be Y/N’s. “She has been taken.” No greetings. No pleasantries. No small talk. Those didn’t matter though. Y/N was in danger. Drew doesn’t think about his client and runs to the car. “I want you to pull all the security footage from wherever you are. Comb it for the last seen citing of her,” he instructs. “Get background checks on everyone, and I mean everyone, who has been in the same vicinity as the place where she last was seen in within the last thirty minutes of her being there. Where are you?”
“Her office. She went down to the fifth floor for her meeting. She never got there.”
“Okay, I’ll be there soon. Start with the hallway footage for both the twentieth and fifth floors as well as the elevators. Have a secondary team look through all other footage.”
“Got it.”
He blows through every single stoplight. He’ll deal with this later. James meets Drew at the door and gives him an update on what they found so far. “We know she was taken from the elevator, except we can’t identify the person who took her because a hat is obstructing her face,” James notifies. Drew looks shocked, “How do you know it was a female?” All the women, who don’t like Y/N, never registered as a peril to him. They weren’t the type to get their hands dirty with physical harm. “Height and body shape. We are going through the women who checked in to match outfits with the pictures they took when they checked in,” James clarifies. His brain processes everything, “You probably aren’t going to find her at the check-in. Get the tech geeks to program the computers to extract all the footage with similar clothes to the suspect. I’ll go through all of it myself. I want it done in the next five minutes.”
Y/N’s office is eerily cold without her brilliant smile to light it up. His hand traces against the glass desk's smooth surface. He should’ve been here to stop her from being taken. It’s happening all over again. This could be his chance. He could halt her from being hurt. From nearing the brink of death again. This time, he is going to be there to be the one to protect her. His vows to himself are interrupted by James. “They got what you want.” Drew jogs after James to the emergency base camp for the search. “Show me what you got,” he orders. He inspects the screens simultaneously and finds what he needs. He knows her from the background research he did on her brother. Sienna Cox.
———
Honestly, Y/N would’ve done anything to get away from Sienna. Her villain monologue is a horrible torture method. At least she is too distracted to use the knife more on Y/N. “And when I visit him in jail, they take my phone away. Do you know how hard it is to not be able to use my phone for an hour?” Sienna complains, twirling the knife in her hand. Y/N fights the urge to make a snarky remark. The ruckus from upstairs freezes both girls. “Ugh, what could that be?” Sienna groans, leaving the room.
Drew wanted Sienna to know they were there. It would make it more fun for him and the group. The narrow hallway means Y/N can merely be in one direction. I’m coming for you, Precious. He thinks to himself. Sienna rounds the corner of the doorway and halts at the guns trained on her. She changes course back to where she came from. The rescue team runs after her to find her with a knife against Y/N’s neck. “Take one more step and this Bitch gets a new necklace. A deadly one,” Sienna warns, digging the knife in harder. A sob racks through Y/N’s body until she spots Drew in front of her. A silent connection transcends them with their eyes locked on each other. She didn’t mean those words and she trusts him. On the way over here, Drew found out everything about Sean’s sister and what buttons of hers to push. “Okay. I just wanted to let you know that James over here loves your podcast,” Drew plays into her ego. He discovered if there was one thing Sienna loved more than her brother, it was herself.
Unfortunately, she doesn’t buy his bait and the knife bites more into Y/N’s neck so that blood flourishes around it. Y/N whimpers at the new pressure on her. “You think that you can flatter me into letting your precious Y/N go? Well, you can’t! You guys are the reason why my brother is in jail and I’m going to stop her from testifying against him,” Sienna screeches. Her arm raises in the air with the knife, ready to bring it back down into Y/N. Drew has killed before, but this is personal. He can’t let fear come in the way of what he has to do and he prays that Y/N has the sense to stay still. His gun aligns with Sienna’s head, taking the shot. A coined-size hole punctures her head and blood spews out of the wound. Y/N shouts as red rain showers her. “Get me out of here, please,” she implores, struggling against her restraints. Drew motions with his head to tell James to take care of Sienna whilst he helps Y/N. He hurries towards her, pulling out a tissue from his pocket.
One hand smoothes back her hair and the other wipes the blood off with the tissue. “Drew, you’re here,” she sobs out, reaching for him with her seized hands. Red swelts are starting to form around her wrist and Drew wishes he could kill Sienna a second time. He gently pushes her hand against the metal armrests, “Of course, I am, Precious. But I need you to give me a second, okay? I’m going to get bolt cutters to get you out of here.” Her pleas end his movement. “Don’t leave me, please. I don’t want to be alone.” He nods at her need and wraps his arms around her shoulder. His lips press against her temple, “Never. I’ll never leave you.” He calls out for some bolt cutters and a few minutes later he is given some. “Okay, Precious. I’m going to cut the cuffs off with these. It might be a little loud,” he briefs her. He snips the bracelets around her wrists and ankles. She is finally able to move freely, bringing Drew as close as possible to her. “I was so scared. I thought I was going to die,” she confesses, gripping to him like he is a life raft. He flattens her hair some more, “I’ve got you. I’ve got you. She can’t hurt you anymore.”
“Y/N,” a familiar voice hails. She untangles herself from Drew’s hold, tearing his heart apart at the loss of contact. Her father grasps her in his arms. The father-daughter duo cling to each other, weeping at the fear of her being lost. Drew did what he came to do and it seems like he isn’t needed anymore. With his vision trained on the pair, he exits the damp cellar and goes home.
———
Saving her proved to him how much of a mistake breaking up with her in the first place was. Simply apologizing to her isn’t what she deserves for what he did. He could make a big grand gesture to show how wrong he was. Pay for a skywriter. Organize a flash mob at her favourite places. Rent a billboard at Time Square. Those weren’t right for Y/N though. They weren’t personal to her; nonetheless, Drew knew the perfect thing for her.
———
It’s been a week since Y/N was held captive for about three hours. She has already found a therapist, who has been helping her through her trauma. One thing has been killing her since that day and it’s the fact that she didn’t get to say thank you to Drew for saving her. She was horrid to him when he came to get his documents and she completely picked at his insecurities. Even with her behaviour towards him, he was there for her in her greatest moment of need. To add the cherry on top of the cake, he quit his job at the security agency because of her. He was going to get a suspension for leaving Francesca at the mall, so he decided to quit instead. James reassured her that Drew had enough money saved up to be out of work for at least ten years, which eased some of her worries. She glances at James standing behind her and she brings her hand up to knock on the door.
Drew opens the door with a measuring tape around his neck. A dazzling smile crosses her face and her eyebrows form a hairy caterpillar. “Precious, are you okay?” he frets, examining every inch of her to make sure she has no additional injuries. She nods and spots the sewing machine behind him on his table. The sage green fabric is snagged between the sewing needle and the base of the machine. She shakes out of her confusion to verbally answer him, “Yeah, I’m fine. I actually came to say thank you. You know… for last week. You don’t know how much it meant for me that you were there.” She fiddles with her fingers and his hand cups his neck as he rubs it. “You don’t have to thank me, Precious. I know I hurt you, but I will always be there to save you. I’m glad you are safe,” he appeases. She disagrees, “No, I was so rude to you. You didn’t deserve it. I hurt you and you put it aside to help me, like what I should’ve done that day.” He doesn’t need her to tell him what day she is talking about. He already knows.
Silence overcomes the couple and Y/N is again drawn to the equipment behind him. Her finger points at everything, “What’s all of this?” “Oh, um,” the hand on his neck continues its friction of the skin. “I’m trying to sew you a jacket.” One corner of her mouth raises, “You are making me a jacket?”
“Yeah… I made a mistake and I needed to show you how much I love you, so I wanted to make you a jacket that says, Precious.”
Her heart skips a beat and the idea of him learning to sew just for her makes her feel honoured. “That’s really sweet, Drew.”
“Can I tell you something?” he asks. This is his opportunity to tell her who she is to him. Her head hinges up and down. His hand laces with hers and he pulls her into this apartment. He closes the door, “I called you precious because even before we started dating, I knew you would be a treasure to me. It was an instant connection for me and I was a fool to have let you go. I understand if you don’t want to forgive me now. I just need you to know all this.” Her hand reaches up to his chest, grazing it softly with her warmth. “You broke up with me and I didn’t think I could ever forgive you. But you were there when I needed you and with the jacket, I can see how remorseful you are about the decision you made. I’ve made some poor choices too. And if you can forgive me too, then I think we both deserve a second chance,” she admits, not being able to meet his eyes. His finger raises her chin, “I will always forgive you because there is no one else in this world that I was meant to protect more than you. A second chance is all we are going to need. I’m never letting you go.” She jumps into his hold, smushing her lips onto his. His hands grip her thighs to keep her steady and his tongue enters her mouth.
Air eventually needs to enter their lungs, so they break apart with their foreheads together. He sneaks a peek at the fabric on the table and he sighs. “I know I’m supposed to be making it for you, but I’m going to need your help with the jacket. I screwed up somewhere and I have no idea how to fix it,” he fesses up. She giggles, “I can do that, except not right now. There is something else we need to be doing other than sewing.” He grins at the way her eyebrows move and he carries her to his bedroom.
A few months ago, Drew had made the biggest regret of his life. All he saw was his faults and it led him to that decision. Thankfully, the universe saw his pain and decided to help him out. It gave him a chance to prove to himself he was worthy. It gave him his redemption.
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GUNS, BITCHES, WEED, MONEY, YSL, GOLD CHAIN, MASERATI, PENTHOUSE, HELICOPTER, FAME
Word Count: 3.1k
Pairing(s): Rafe x protective!reader, Sarah x Reader, Ward x Reader
Warnings: Fingering, Make out, Unprotected Sex, Mentions of violence
Summary: Fem!reader has been hired by Ward to protect his children when a deal goes south and he sees a bounty has been placed on their heads.
Part 1 Part 2
The following morning, I awoke in Rafe's bed, where he held me in an embrace with his arms around my waist, and his head nestled on my chest. Given the eventful night we had shared, it wasn't surprising that he was still sound asleep.
On the contrary, I've grown accustomed to experiences that involve people pointing guns at me and dealing with the aftermath of such situations. This has become rather commonplace for me.
We lingered together for some time, and I gently ran my fingers through his hair. Sensing a subtle shift in his position, he adjusted himself to be on top of me. He raised his head, gazing at me, and his hands gracefully traced a path up my thighs. I responded with a smile, and with a gentle touch, I brushed his bangs away from his eyes and smoothed them back through his hair.
Rafe started leaving soft kisses along the outside of my legs, slowly opening my knees, he pulled my panties down. Spreading my legs for him, Rafe dragged his hands down the inside of my thighs, pressing his thumb into my clit, rubbing at a teasing pace.
Lifting my hips to get more friction, he pushed me back down “So needy,..……..I love it” he said before attaching his lips to my clit. Loud moans left my mouth, he started licking stripes up and down.
Grabbing onto his hair I pushed his head deeper into me. He lift one leg up and held it out. “Rafe gonna cum” I moaned out. “Let go f’me, cum on my face” that's all that was needed for me to snap. I felt my orgasm tighten in stomach than let go, he rubbed my clit through my high.
“Fuck that was HOT!!!” He said coming back up to kiss my lips, I could taste myself on him. “What?” I questioned “you squirted and it was fucking hot, …………………. I have never been able to get someone to squirt” he smirked down at me, capturing my lips in another passionate kiss.
Upon hearing the front door slam and Sarah's audible complaints, I swiftly left his bed, hastily putting on my bra and panties, while scanning the room for the rest of my clothes. He draped a sheet around his waist and offered me his shirt.
When I reached out to take it, he playfully pulled it away, suggesting, "Shirt for a kiss?" Leaning in, I eagerly accepted the offer, capturing his lips and drawing him closer, my hands tracing the contours of his well-defined physique. He wrapped his arm around my waist and lifted me slightly, causing me to rise on my tiptoes.
After breaking away from the kiss, I gently retrieved the shirt from his hand and draped it over my form. Sneaking out of his room and returning to mine, I proceeded to the bathroom for a refreshing shower.
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After hearing all the stories from their night out, Sarah approached her father with a request for a birthday party, questioning, "Dad, why can't I have a party for my 17th? Rafe had one." She patiently awaited his response.
"I'm sorry, darling, not this year," he replied, firmly closing down the conversation.
"Fine, can I go on a shopping spree with Kie and Y/n then?" she proposed, looking at him and receiving a discreet nod from me.
"Okay, just make sure you're back that night for the birthday dinner," he consented, and Sarah hugged him.
"Thanks, Dad, love you." She hurried back upstairs and called Kie. As everyone dispersed to their rooms, Ward approached me.
"Y/n, could I have a moment of your time, please?" he requested, leading me to his office.
"Anything happen last night, anything to report?" he inquired, as though sensing that something had occurred.
"Yes, we had a guy break in, but the situation has been resolved," I answered.
"What do you mean, who was it?"
"He broke in and confronted us, but I managed to defuse the situation."
"Us? Did Rafe witness this?"
"Yes, he was caught up in it. The intruder held a gun to his head and almost pulled the trigger, but I intervened. He won't be a problem again."
Ward paced the room, absorbing the information. "What happened to him, where is he now?" he inquired.
"I'm sorry, Ward, but I can't disclose that information," I replied, showing some understanding of the situation. He nodded in acknowledgment.
"How is Rafe? I should go talk to him. Yes, I'm going to tell him the truth about this whole thing," he decided, then opened the door and walked upstairs to have a conversation with Rafe.
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Ward returned to the ground floor and walked over to where I was seated. "How did it go?" I inquired.
"I told him everything about my business deal and how it went awry, about everything you're involved in, the bounty on their heads. I asked him about last night, but he didn't offer much," he replied in a hushed tone.
“It’s not uncommon in these situations," I reassured him, trying to provide some comfort.
"Could you please talk to him? You're the only one who knows what he's going through," he implored, sounding desperate.
"Of course," I agreed, before making my way upstairs toward Rafe's room. After knocking on his door, he responded with a "come in."
Upon entering, I found him sitting on the edge of his bed. Closing the distance between us, I gently approached him.
"Hey, are you okay?" I inquired, but he remained silent. "I understand you might be angry with me for not telling you, but your father asked me not to say anything," I explained.
He rose from his seat and faced me. "I'm not mad at you; I'm upset with my father for keeping me in the dark about the bounty on my head. I deserve to be aware if I'm in danger," he expressed his frustration.
"I could never be angry with the girl who saved my life," he whispered softly, gently holding my face in his hand.
"But with everything that's happening, are you comfortable being here now, in both senses of the word?" I inquired, curious about his response.
“Definitely, do you know how hot I thought you were when you were pointing that gun at him, protecting me” he grunted and peppered my neck with kisses.
"We must keep this between us, or I'll risk losing my job," he acknowledged, then returned to seal the agreement with a kiss.
*DING* A message came through from Sarah.
S:Hey, come to my room. We need to discuss outfits for our shopping trip tomorrow.
Gazing up at Rafe, I sighed and gave him a quick peck on the lips. "Sorry," I whispered. He took a deep breath and responded with an understanding "It's okay."
Leaving his room and entering Sarah's, I found her with multiple outfits spread out on the bed.
"I don't know what to wear tomorrow," she confessed, throwing tops in all directions. She hurried around the room, gathering different shoes for the various outfits.
"Here, try this one on," I suggested, handing her the pink body-con dress.
"OMG, Y/n, this one's perfect!" she exclaimed, coming over to hug me. After trying on the outfits, she began putting the clothes back into her wardrobe but left one dress out.
She handed it to me, saying, "I picked this one for you."
"Sarah, I can't pull off that dress, and aren't we just going shopping?" I asked, handing it back to her.
"One, you can definitely pull this off; you've got the body for it. Two, yes, we are just going shopping, but I've booked us a table at the Ocean Baths Restaurant, and we have to be over 18 to get in. Hence the dresses and heels," she explained, handing the dress back to me. I took it and decided to try it on. I couldn't deny that it looked stunning, and I knew a particular someone would appreciate it.
Stepping out of the bathroom, I turned to face Sarah.
"OMG, I told you, you look fantastic, girl!" she exclaimed, motioning for me to do a quick spin.
"This is the dress, now take it off so no one sees," she instructed, unzipping me and gently pushing me back into the bathroom.
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The following day, Sarah woke me up early as we were determined to kick off her birthday celebrations. We both got ready and made our way downstairs.
Rafe had already started preparing a breakfast smoothie. We joined him in the kitchen to grab a quick bite before heading out to pick up Kie.
When Rafe turned around from the fridge, I could have sworn his eyes widened, and I noticed him adjusting his pants discreetly.
"Okay, just called Kie and told her we're about to leave after I use the bathroom," Sarah announced hurriedly, leaving us in the kitchen.
Rafe sneaked up behind me, whispering, "It's taking a lot for me not to rip that dress off you right now," pulling me closer to him, feeling his excitement pressing against me. I turned around, stood on my tiptoes, and planted a kiss on his lips.
I attempted to pull away, but he held me in, kissing me with an intensity that made it clear he didn't want to let go. I ran my hands up his biceps and clung to him.
His hands left my waist and ventured under my dress, his fingers teasing my sensitive areas.
"Rafe," I moaned into the kiss. He continued to kiss along my jawline and to my neck, but we were abruptly interrupted by the bathroom door closing. Disentangling from the moment, Rafe headed upstairs to address his situation, and I left with Sarah.
Going from shop to shop was quite exhausting; I couldn't recall the last time I embarked on a full day shopping spree. Sarah and Kie were occupied trying on new bikinis, while I wandered around, searching for the right sizes.
Kie was taking her time with outfits, so I informed Sarah that I was going to buy her a birthday gift and would return shortly. While roaming the shopping mall, I unexpectedly stumbled upon the YSL jewellery shop.
Enthralled by the white YSL clutch bags, I began searching for the most expensive one to buy for Sarah. As I walked to the counter to make the purchase, my peripheral vision caught sight of a Gold Chain that had just been shipped in from Dubai.
Seeing it displayed within its lavish case, I thought it would be a fantastic gift for Rafe since it was also his birthday. I inquired about the price with the saleswoman.
"This one just arrived today, and it's priced at $3K,” she informed me.
"I'll take it, and this handbag too!" I declared, handing them to her.
Once I had reconnected with Sarah and Kie, we waited in line at the Ocean Baths Restaurant. We had no trouble securing a table with a scenic view of the water.
We chatted for a while before the gift-giving part of the celebration. Kie presented her gift first.
"OMG Kie, I've been wanting this for ages. How did you manage to get it? Usually, you need to be over 18 to buy this special type of Tequila," Sarah inquired.
"I have my ways," Kie replied with a sly grin.
Then it was my turn. I handed Sarah her gift, and she screamed so loudly that it caught the attention of a few onlookers. "OMG Y/N, I LOVE IT!" she exclaimed, rushing over to hug me.
As we sat back down, she inquired if anyone wanted drinks, and the waiter came over to check everyone's IDs. Margaritas were served. I had about three, but the others consumed around six.
I used ‘being a lightweight’ as an excuse, but the truth was I needed to stay sober for my job. Eventually, I suggested we return home for the family dinner.
We dropped Kie off at her home, and Sarah thanked her for celebrating with her. Upon our return home, I helped Sarah upstairs to her room to sober up before her father, Ward, saw her.
That evening, we descended the stairs and entered the dining room, where the table was set with an extravagant arrangement.
I was seated next to Rafe, and his hand discreetly rested on my thigh. Waitresses brought out the drinks, and champagne was served for the occasion, even for the younger guests. The entrees and mains followed, featuring medium-rare steaks and chicken schnitzels.
After dinner, a shared birthday cake was presented—a triple chocolate mud cake adorned with strawberries. They sang "Happy Birthday," and the tradition was invoked:
"Sarah, you and Rafe touched the bottom, so you have to kiss the closest boy or girl," Wheezie said, giggling. Sarah kissed her father on the cheek, and I happened to be the closest to Rafe. He glanced at me and gave a swift kiss on the cheek.
After the dinner, everyone went their separate ways. I went to my room to retrieve Rafe's gift and then walked next door to his room. I knocked on the door before entering, finding him lying on his bed, engrossed in a movie.
"Hey," he greeted, getting up from the bed to give me a kiss and wrapping his arms around my waist. After breaking away from the kiss, he noticed the box in my hand.
"What do you have there?" he inquired, looking back at me.
"This is for you; it's your birthday too, you know," I responded with a smile. I handed him the box, and we sat down on the bed together.
He unwrapped the box and unclasped the lock for safety.
"You might not know this, but I've always wanted this exact Gold Chain from YSL, and the fact that you got it makes it even more special," he expressed, kissing me passionately. Smiling into the kiss, I pulled away, saying,
"Let me help you put it on." I took the necklace out of the glass box and carefully fastened it around his neck.
After placing it on I started placing small kisses down his neck and onto his shoulders, I threaded my fingers through his hair, pulling slightly causing a moan to escape from his lips. I moved around and sat on his lap.
I dragged my hands down his chest and pulled at the hem of his top, signally him to take it off which he did. He started to kiss my neck and I felt his fingers already trying to enter me. I grabbed his hand and pulled it back out.
Raising his eyebrows he looked me questioning.
“It’s your birthday, I’m going to make you feel really good tonight” I said before pulling my top off, revealing my perky tits. I kissed down his jaw and leading down his abs. Pushing his back down to meet the bed, I cup his clothed cock in my hand moving it teasingly slowly.
He grabs my hand it holds it, before pulling his pants and boxers down, letting his hard shaft spring up. He lets go and my hand resumes its position. Taking his long and veiny cock into my hand, I grip him tightly and start to move my hand faster making him moan out my name.
Seeing the pre-cum seeping out I bring my lips down and over his tip licking over the head and swallowing him whole.
Bobbing my head up and down for several minutes I finally had him where I wanted him, cumming down my throat with hot thick ropes. He pulled me up and tasted himself on me, he flipped me over and pulled my shorts and panties down, diving straight into me.
His tongue swirled around and his lips attached to my clit, sucking on it turning it red. My stomach started to tighten and I felt my release wash over me, he rode me through my high and then started kissing back up my chest.
His hand grabbed onto my breast and suck on it while toying with the other one. Swapping between them both I grinned my cunt against his dick, causing some friction and pre cum spilling out again.
Releasing my breasts from my mouth he slid his two fingers down and through my folds inserting them both and sucking big purple marks on my neck.
Thrusting his fingers in and out I clamped down on him, but before I could cum he removed his fingers “your cumming on my cock baby” he said before inserting himself into me and placing his thumb on my clit rubbing circles to get me closer. God I love the nickname.
His thrusts got faster and harder, my legs wrapped around his waist pulling him deeper into me. “Fuck Rafe” I screamed out, louder than I was expecting.
“Shhhhh baby, don’t want me dad to hear us” he said coming down to its me to silence my moans.
“Taking me so well baby, I’m close” he said, slightly slowly but still as forceful. “Rafe gonna cum!”
I said before I completely let go all over him and down my thighs. Rafe followed right after, riding us both through our highs, feeling his thick cum ropes paint my walls.
He collapsed next to me, his face turning towards mine.
"I love you, Y/N," he said, touching my cheek and kissing me. I was taken aback, and he noticed my surprise, but it didn't stop me from saying it back. I knew it was wrong to fall in love with my client's son, but I had never felt this way about anyone before. I loved him.
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In the following week, Rafe and I continued to secretly date. We had a date the day after his birthday on the mainland where we had some alone time. However, there were new updates the danger had shifted, focusing solely on Rafe.
This meant I was the only one he could see, no friends, no more going out without me.
That night, I received a message from my cycle tracker indicating that I was 8 days late. I checked the app to see when my last period was – 38 days ago. Not good.
I left the house that night and went to the drugstore to purchase three pregnancy tests. I know, it might seem excessive. Returning to my ensuite, I took the tests and anxiously waited for 9 minutes for all three to provide results. When the timer went off, my heart raced as I turned them over.
"They're positive!"
"Damn it, I'm pregnant."
PART 3
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r texting rafe like “omg rafe i need help come quick” and he comes frantically bashing through her door just to see her touching herself🤭🤭
she’s like “my hands are getting tired:(”
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Happy House (part 1)
Pairing: Singh! Reader x Dark! Rafe Cameron
➥ Warnings: Implied abuse, violence, obsessive & manipulative behavior, naive! reader…
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Too trusting.
That’s what your dad always called you, the adjective always coming out in a scolding tone.
You found it contradictory, remembering all those times in which your father told you that trust was a sacred thing to find.
So even now, as one of Singh’s men inexplicably refuses to take you home, you still take it in a positive light. “Does this have something to do with my birthday?” You fold your arms over your chest as one of your eyebrows rises in curiosity.
The tall guy only stares at you, no clear emotion on his face. “Oh god, he’s got a surprise for me!” your eyes sparkle at the realization, excitement dripping out of your body. You rush to the man’s side, looking directly at him with a pleading face. “Is he?” You insist, he just sighs “No, mister Singh is in an important meeting right now. He wants no disturbances.”
A disappointed look reaches your soft features, but it’s quickly replaced by a light smile. A new idea lighting up your brain. “Then I want to go” you let him know “He said no disturbances” you roll your eyes at his dismissive response.
“I am no disturbance, I’m his daughter” the statement is said with confidence.
“Besides, it’s been a long time since we had visits. I’m bored of seeing the same people… No offense!” You give the man your most apologetic look.
It was true, your father was a bit paranoid. Never allowing you to leave the house by yourself. Still, you had a limited list of places you could go to, one of them was the farm. A secluded space surrounded by nature, in which your only company was a bunch of bodyguards and some lovely animals.
“We have strict orders” another intimidating guy interrupted, joining the conversation. You let out a frustrated sigh, managing to whisper a small sorry for asking before heading back to your bedroom.
An hour has passed by, and all you could think of is your dad’s meeting. You roll back and forth on the queen size bed, the many ways in which you could escape this place clouding your mind.
Until you think of something, something that could work if you put on a decent acting.
It was a common thing. Calling your dad on your bodyguard’s phone was a common thing -taking in count you didn’t own one yourself-. And they barely asked to listen to the calls anyways.
“Sir!” You shout out from the open door, leaning onto the frame.
(…)
They looked at each other in confusion, looking at you walking around the kitchen as you held the device next to your ear, nodding at a nonexistent conversation. “I promise to be good, sir!….um-hum…Yes, I will wear something nice!” You smiled sheepishly at the guards.
After ‘hanging up’ you headed towards them, hopes up as you handed the phone. The men didn’t look that much convinced, scratching their heads in unison. “He said to hurry up!” You turned your back on them, running towards your closet.
You put on your favorite silk dress, paired up with your gold earrings. You rushed everyone to the truck, surprisingly they listened.
“I don’t know, man. We didn’t even get a message from the boss…I’m sure he would’ve let us know” he talked to his partner, hesitant on the sudden change of plans.
“You know Mr. Singh. He’s unpredictable” You said in his direction. “Besides, he sounded very urgent” you added, knowing that the guards never questioned your father.
“Alright” You finally heard the truck’s engine. A childish smirk decorating your face.
(…)
The last gate was open, revealing the big piece of land you called home. Men with guns and dogs with muzzles surrounded the house as always.
“Drop me here” you pointed at the main garden. The car stopped, and you were quick to reach the handle. “Wait” they paused your actions.
One of them got out of the truck. Politely, he opened the door for you, offering his tattooed arm for support. “Oh…mmmh, there’s no need to escort me there.” You laughed nervously, looking everywhere but his face. “I insist”
You sighed, allowing him to take you to the porch. Then, you freed yourself from his hold, taking big strides to the main entrance.
“What is she doing here?” The leader spoke, clearly confused about your presence. That was your sign, quickly opening the door and entering the cozy hallway.
You leaned onto the wood surface, scanning your surroundings.
“Y/n?” A deep voice called out, you flinched at that.
Carlos Singh was staring confusedly at you. Burning eyes making you regret your decision.
“Daddy, I…” He didn’t allow you to finish your sentence. “What the hell are you doing here?” He huffed in annoyance.
“…I” the creak of shoes against wood made you both look away.
There, at the top of the stairs was a handsome man. Looking intimidatingly huge.
“Mr. Cameron” your father addressed him with formality. The unknown man went down in confident steps.
You didn’t know why, but you were suddenly intrigued by his fresh presence. Tall with hard muscles and a tight jaw, he had dirty blonde hair and a youthful smile.
Yes, he was smiling like he just won the lottery. “Mr. Singh” You heard his voice, guttural but youthful at the same time.
The first person he approached was your father, shaking his hand as a sign of respect. Still, his eyes never left yours.
“And who is this beautiful lady?” He smirked, showing some teeth as he scanned you entirely. Your father coughed out his response “That’s my daughter” He signaled your way, presenting you in a proper way.
“Hello!” You spoke proudly, offering your hand to the guest. He took it happily, giving it a light squeeze.
You noticed his hand, some fingers decorated by silver rings and an expensive watch on his wrist. “A pleasure to meet you, Miss Singh.” He took his time before letting you go, drinking in your features. “The pleasure is mine” Politeness was always taught to you, and you proved it to him by showing a nice smile.
After some small chat regarding the weather and other trivial stuff, the men decided to take a seat in the living room. You followed behind, still a bit hesitant on your father’s approval.
“Why don’t you sit next to Mr. Cameron?” Your father covered the chair in which you intended to sit down, signaling you to move somewhere else. You didn’t miss his mandatory tone.
You obeyed, taking a seat next to his possible business partner. Mister Cameron didn’t miss any of your moves, and that made you a little nervous, making you wonder if there was something wrong with your clothes or hair.
“Actually, why don’t you warm up for a little?… I need to attend something” Singh held his mobile on one hand, the screen lighting momentarily.
“Don’t worry, sir” You were quick to answer. Not missing the way he frowned at his mobile, seemingly disturbed by something. You shivered involuntarily, hoping that he came back in a better mood, just so he could spare you a bit.
Your father didn’t take long before leaving the room, taking one of his guards with him.
A silence prolonged itself in the room, making you turn the guest’s way. In a desperate attempt at making a good impression, you spoke, “so, where are you from? Where are you staying? Are you from the States? I want to study there!” You covered your mouth, embarrassed at the sudden outburst of words.
“I’m sorry” The blond only chuckled at this, seemingly fascinated by your attitude. “Yeah, I grew in the States” He replied proudly, relaxing on the chair while he lightly spread his legs.
“Nice!… Can I call you Rafe?” You were crossing a line, but he didn’t seem that old, and you were dying to make a friend. Even if the circumstances weren’t the most appropriate.
“Of course” He grinned along, sitting straight while he arranged his suit. Your smile grew wider, eyes sparkling at the newfound company.
“If you don’t mind, Rafe.. Why are you here?” You shrunk a bit, worried of being too much. But the blond didn’t seem intimidated at all by your curiosity. “Didn’t Singh tell you?” He rose an eyebrow.
“In all honesty” you whispered, looking everywhere to make sure no one was around. “I wasn’t supposed to be here” your face changed to a worried frown.
The blond was fascinated by your expressions. “Still, I’m glad I came” your mood changed drastically, smile returning to your face. “Because you seem different…not like the old and grumpy men who usually make deals with my dad” your brows wrinkled at the unpleasant reminder.
Rafe let out a loud chuckle at that, and you quickly felt bad for the mean remark. “Oh no, that’s not what I meant…I-I respect every business partner that my dad has” The blond noticed your embarrassed smile, and he laughed some more.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I won’t tell anyone” The Cameron boy turned his neck to wink at you. You felt a sudden relieve, happy to deal with someone as easy going as him.
“Back to your question, let’s just say I have some sort of relic that your dad may like” The blond licked his lower lip.
“My dad loves old things!” You squeaked, almost jumping out of your seat. “Actually, he has this sculpture from a pre-columbian culture…well, it’s actually just a piece of it; he’s still looking for the rest. Anyways, he absolutely adores relics”
Rafe looked intently at you. “So, there’s definitely a big chance he might want to purchase a cross made out of gold, right?” You blinked curiously at him, lashes fluttering in a cute rhythm. “Hmm gold?…Probably yes! I mean, he’s been really fixated on El Dorado.” You looked up, trying to remember something else from your dad’s exhausting research.
“El what?” Rafe looked intrigued. “You know El Dorado, the city of Gold. Actually, the sculpture I was talking about” You leaned onto the chair’s arm, getting closer to the blond. “They say if you find the rest of it, you’ll have access to a bunch of gold!”
“That sounds like a made-up story” You could feel his warm breath against your face as he leaned extremely close. He had a bit of a mocking smirk on him, incredulous attitude making you shrink a bit. “My dad considers it to be pretty legit, trust me” Your eyes were wide open at that, adding a bit of dramatism to the statement.
“I trust you” the blond spoke with a light grin.
Your upper body was turned to the side, facing him in complete closeness. From this distance, you could admire his tough factions; broad shoulders, toned torso and strong arms, all constricted by a tight shirt.
“Well, I hope you both have a wonderful deal” The tension is broken by an unconscious act, lively mood returning to you.
“I hope that too, that way I can see you some more.” The Cameron Boy went back to his previous position, manspreading as he looked at you from the side.
A wave of warmness went down your spine, words making you feel a bit lightheaded. “That would be nice” a shy smile decorated your lips, as you sat straight on the elegant chair.
“Oh, I’m so rude” you jumped a bit. “I haven’t offered you anything to drink” your feet moved by itself, pulling you up. “My dad would be so disappointed on my horrible hospitality.” You chew your lip in anxiousness, hoping Rafe wouldn’t be too offended by your carelessness.
But he just chuckled deeply, the low laugh taking you by surprise. “I’m so-” he didn’t allow your apology to continue “Some scotch will do.”
You nodded frantically at that, turning your back on him and hurrying to your dad’s office.
Unknowingly to you, the Cameron boy intently looked at your back, a new emotion rooting itself on the pit of his stomach.
Meanwhile, you prepared the glass of liquor with much carefulness -making sure you made just as your father taught you-. “I’m almost done!” You shouted from the other room, receiving a light laugh from the guest.
“Here it is” you set it down on the wooden table. Standing still as you saw the blond taking a sip of it. His throat wobbles from the drink.
“It’s damn good” hoarse tone filling your ears with satisfaction. You giggled, proud of yourself.
Just as he took another sip, you noticed how his eyes darkened while he scanned you from head to toe, drinking in your presence slowly.
You felt a tad uncomfortable, not used to being stared at for too long. -Being the daughter of Mr. Singh meant everyone ran from you for no particular reason-.
“Sit” The blond tapped the chair in which you were previously seated. You complied, plopping by his side as he downed the drink.
You gasped as the last drop got lost on his throat. “Gotta get some courage, you know?” He looked at you right in the eye, you nodded. “Business isn’t easy” that took you by surprise. Rafe seemed like a very put together person, you didn’t visualize him in any other way than a clever man.
You tilted your head to the side, doe eyes looking expectantly at him. “First deal without my dad” you could see him getting a bit conflicted.
“I get it… I just don’t do much by myself” You fidgeted with your fingers. “Yeah” He gave a small chuckle, staring at your lap.
When you looked at him by the side, you noticed him holding the empty glass in one hand, drawing small circles in the air with it.
“Do you want me to show you the sculpture?” You spoke out in a rush. “Huh?” The blond got out of his trance, stopping the circles. “You know, the one who’s supposed to be the key to the treasure?” The words came out breathy as you lightly stood your shoulders up.
“Show me your lil’ artifact” and it didn’t take you long to come back with the piece of rock in hand.
“Look” You spoke joyfully, crossing one leg over the other as you waved the thing in front of the blond. “You see these drawings?” You pointed.
“Not with you being this damn far” You felt hotness all over your face “Well-“ but before you could continue, he grabbed the side of the chair, pulling it towards him. Effortlessly, you now faced him way closer.
You laughed carelessly, sensing his actions to be exclusively for playful matters. “Back to what I was saying-” once again you were interrupted.
“And what do you think you’re doing with that?” You froze on the spot. Listening to the harsh voice of your father never fails to put you on edge. “Hi there, sir” You turn your back slowly. “I…I just thought the guest might be interested in your relics” Your excuse didn’t seem to do much in calming down your enraged dad.
“You know, since he’s here to offer you one.” You gave him your sweetest smile, still, Singh didn’t lose time on roughly snatching the piece of history away from you. Leaving a burning sensation on your hands.
“You know how fragile these things are” He gave the figurine to the leader guard, making him disappear with it. “They have no business in your inexpert hands” You felt the shame wash over you, feeling like a scolded child. “Yes, sir.” You stared at your own hands on your lap.
“I was the one to ask. I just really wanted to see some of your collection.” You raised your gaze in surprise, looking at a standing Rafe. “I’ve heard you’re an impeccable collector.”
Your dad scoffed lowly, arranging his suit while he offered a polite smile to the blond. “Right, Mr. Cameron”
“Not trying to be impatient but I would really like to discuss the magnificent cross. I’ve heard you’re a big gold fan.” Rafe put one hand above the other while standing straight, looking like a real business man.
“Y/n, Victor will accompany you to your room” The guard appeared behind him, looking expectantly at you.
“Dad, I was thinking I could stick around. Maybe cook something, it’s almost dinner time!” Singh’s harsh look reflected the truth, you just needed to go.
“Come on, miss Singh” Victor spoke, inviting you to follow his lead into your chamber.
“Yes, Victor” You let it go, rising from your seat and directing towards the man. “See you around, Mr. Cameron” a hopeful smile sent his way. You received a slight nod from him, a hint of a smirk on his pink lips.
And as you climbed those stairs, you couldn’t help but feel an intense heat on your back.
(…)
“Victor, what is going on?” Your check was against the door, fingers turning white around the handle.
“Victor!” You shook the round thing in deep frustration but the man on the other side didn’t even make a sound.
You gave up, pulling away from the wood surface. Your feet moved on their own, anxiously taking you back and forth.
An hour has passed by since you were locked in your own bedroom. The only thing you could hear was the occasional scoffs from your uptight guard, that was until a series of shouting, screaming and grunting bleed clearly through the thick walls of your confinement.
A man cussed your father’s men, venom in his tongue as he demanded to be set free. The struggle was loud, your dad’s stern voice was also present, something about “just give me what I need and you’ll be alright” was said.
You got an idea. Your dad’s rough ways were never a secret; plenty of cuestionable tactics were always used to get what he wanted.
The Cameron boy had made the wrong move on your father’s eyes and you were truly sorry for him.
(…)
“Rafe” you were soft spoken, tone as soothing as it could possible be. “Psst, Rafe” You leaned closer to the air vent.
You were seated on the wooden floor, palms to the ground. “The fuck” You heard a distant grunt.
You called out again for him, this time a little bit louder. The Cameron boy said your name in a confused tone. “Yes! Oh god, I’m glad you’re alive”
A chuckle, a humorless chuckle was all you received from the dirty blond. “Yeah, not for long”
You shushed him, one hand on your chest. “Don’t say that!”
He scoffed at that, clearly unimpressed by your words. “What the hell happened? Why are you locked? What did you- I mean” you stumbled upon your words, anxiety present.
“Your dad is insane” He interrupted. You stayed silent at that. “Shit!” A loud bang resonated through your ears, the blond getting clearly desperate.
“He thinks I have some stupid diary that’ll take him to where the ‘city of gold’ is” The last part was said with aggressive mockery. He was certainly incredulous to Singh’s fixations.
“For god 's sake. He will surely do anything for that gold.” You shook your head in disapproval.
“No shit, now I’m gonna end three feet under ground” Bitterness was in his tone, you could sense it. That made you squeeze your brows together.
“We’ll find a way to get you out of here.” You didn’t know why you said that. You barely knew Rafe or his situation, still, you felt every single word with your bones.
(…)
The moon’s light was the only thing that kept you from tripping on the dark hallway. Every step you took made your heart beat faster, you couldn’t help it. Nervousness consuming you.
The floor finally stopped creaking once you reached the black door. Your fingers trembled as you looked for the keys on your nightdress pocket.
You cringed at the sound of the door unlocking. A deep breath was all you took as you carefully pushed the piece of wood.
You were barely inside the room when you felt a big force pushing you against the wall.
A pained moan escaped your lips as your back made an ugly sound at the impact.
You gasped when a huge palm reached for your throat. A hard squeeze was given, making you pull at the rough fingers that kept you enclosed.
“Ra-Rafe” your voice was airy and frail, almost like a dying whisper. The hand only pressed harder, you felt the oxygen leaving your lungs for a painful moment.
“Rafe” you pleaded again, this time gripping him harder.
“What are you doing here?” You inhaled with difficulty feeling suffocated both by the guy’s grasp and his now noticeable proximity.
Rafe stood centimeters away from you, his warm breath and strong cologne intoxicating the little air you were allowed to breathe.
The same free hand which closed the door was now circling your wrist. He leaned closer, strong build immobilizing your much smaller body.
“I- I just wanted to see how-how you were” Your eyes were starting to get teary. His only response was groan, followed by a light shake to your neck.
Your gasps were now weaker. “Please Rafe” You barely managed to let that out, still it seemed to work. The Cameron boy lightened his grasp, allowing the air to reach you.
You coughed uncontrollably, instinctively putting your hand on the boy’s hardened chest as a way of support.
He didn’t let you out completely, still cornering you with his whole weight. “I asked you a question” He spat in your face, no real sensibility for your clear pain.
“I told you. I-I want to help you” you voice wobbled as your eyes looked at his. The moonlight suddenly creeped on Rafe’s face, allowing you to look at his hardened features.
“Tch” He let out nonchalantly as he looked the other way, jaw tensing more. “You think I believe that line of shit? About how you’re on my side?” He let out all the air on his lungs, a mean grin on his lips.
“I promise you-” He stopped you right away, getting his chest out as he pushed you once again against the brick surface.
“Are you even his daughter?” His eyes roamed free on your frame, shamelessly scanning you.
You felt an inexplicable heat under your skin. “Yes, I am” you looked up at him with big scared eyes.
“Bullshit. You’re probably just a part of his fucked up plan” His body’s heat left you with abruptness as he pulled away, leaving you completely still.
He walked back, slow moves as he intensely stared at you. “Well. Flash news, sweetheart. I have no fucking idea where the diary is” He pressed his hands onto fists, tension clear.
“So you can tell Mr. Singh he’s made a big fucking mistake.”
Your breathing was starting to speed up. “Raf-”
“Shut up!”
You called out for him again, closing your eyes in fear as you remembered your time was limited.
“Please, don’t scream” Tears started falling down your cheeks as you hid in yourself.
“They’ll hear us” You pleaded. Rafe looked confused at that. “Drop the act” He demanded in an unsure tone.
“Please, you’re gonna get me in so much trouble.” You hear footsteps. “Huh?” He raised an eyebrow in angered doubt.
“You’ve got to trust me” You whispered his way, looking like a shy deer.
“This won’t work with-” He spoke without a single care, clenching his teeth while he let out the harsh words.
You rushed by his side, hanging by his forearms as you put a soft hand over his mouth.
Hot liquid was still pouring down your face as the house guards approached the second floor.
You squealed in anxiety as you heard Victor leaning against the entrance.
Rafe could feel you trembling like a scared mouse. His muscles relaxed at your sudden distress, a new sense of worried curiosity installing deep in his mind.
“Shit, calm down” He whispered back, given your altered state. “They cannot hear us. I’m sure” You couldn’t stop staring back, focused on the door. Prepared for the worst if anyone found out you were hidden in the guest’s room.
“Hey” Rafe reached out for your chin in a more delicate way. “Hey. Look at me” The change of emotions was insane.
Your despair felt pretty real as you stared right into his eyes. “You need to relax” He said slowly after he heard you cry out at a sudden noise coming from the hall.
You breathed deeply, focused on the blue irises in front of you. “How did you get in?”
“Midnight break” You spoke in a constricted voice.
“And when is their next break?” He shook you in his arms, trying to get a clearer response out of you.
“Early in the morning, they go to the bathroom” Your mind was less foggy than before.
“You’ll get out then”
“Rafe, I’m so sorry. I had no idea my father was going to do this. I was not trying to lure you in or-or-“ You broke a bit down again, leaning into his arms as you looked for forgiveness.
The blond shushed you in a soft way.
He found himself to be conflicted, pretty amused by the way you cried into his arms as you looked for some kind of comfort, acting like he didn't almost choke you to death some minutes before.
Maybe you were on his side after all.
A/N: Feedback is very much appreciated!
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Pressure
Rafe Cameron x reader
Summary: During the weigh-in conference rafe's opponent, jj maybank, makes a comment that get rafe riled up.
Warnings: some fighting, cussing, mentions of pregnancy
"Standing at 6'2" and 180lbs, Rrrrrafe CamerON!!" You are seated against the wall of the press area with Rafe's team clapping as you watch your boyfriend being weighed in. You usually don't come to the weigh-ins or other press conferences, knowing how tense they can be. And you would've skipped it since you were 7 months pregnant, but you wanted to be supportive of your partner. After all, this was no regular fight because you were in South Carolina for the biggest event of Rafe's boxing career so far against the infamous JJ Maybank. JJ is no joke, with 19 wins, 0 losses, and 6KOs.
The coverage and attention that this fight is getting isn't something that you're used to seeing and it sometimes makes you nervous. Regardless, you decided to be brave and support your man since it's his first time with so many eyes on him. Though he hasn't admitted it to you yet, you can tell that the pressure is weighing on him. You are concerned but not worried, Rafe is tough because of the pain hes been through in his past with his family. He's the strongest and most resilient man you've ever known.
After Rafe's time on the machine, JJ stepped up and flexed. The MC announced his measurements, and the cameras went off. The conference went on as expected, with small insults and verbal jabs thrown between Rafe and JJ. Nothing serious. But then, just as face-off photo op was about to complete, JJ says something to Rafe that makes him rage and right-hook JJs jaw. The stage turns into a moshpit, and cameras go wild. Rafe's bodyguards try to remove him from the stage, but all Rafe wants to do is get to JJ .
Meanwhile, you stand eyes wide and hands protectively on your bump. Rafe's assistant and one of his bodyguards inch closer to you while watching the scene unfold. Eventually, Rafe is taken off the stage, and the announcer tells the crowd the date of the fight, concluding the event. You are then escorted to Rafe's room. Once inside, you take a look around, trying to spot him amongst all the bodyguards and other team members. You then spot him in the corner, sitting on a cubby bench, talking to his manager and trainer. Both trying to calm him down, which marginally seems to be working because though he is seated with elblows on his knees and listening attentively to the two men, he still has a terrifying amount of fire in his eyes.
As you walk up to him he immediately makes eye contact with you. He then looks to the two people talking to him and signals them to give you two some space. While hes still sitting he pulls you and hugs you around the hips. You immediately bring you arms around his shoulder and scratch the back of his head while giving the top of his head a kiss. After some deep breaths he looks up at you and you down at him.
"Lets go back to the hotel. We dont need to be here for another second."
"Okay, but are you alright? What happened up there?"
Rafe exhales, "i dont want to talk about that right now. That mother fucker should sooner be 8 feet under then in our thoughts." Okayyy so not the time to talk about it then, you say to yourself.
"Alright lets go." You both get into a black escalade and drive 20mins to your hotel. Once alone in your room you take a shower while Rafe orders food and makes some calls. Rafe then goes to shower and u lay on the bed with your robe on too exhausted and filled with thoughts about the event. Just as your deep in thought rafe comes out with his robe on and stares at you.
"Can we talk now?" You say.
Rafe looks at you and sighs and lays down on the bed. He turns to face you and says, "He threatened to take you from me. He said that it wouldn't be hard and that the baby wouldn't want a loser of a father anyway after the fight."
You blank.
"Rafe, that isn't true. You know it isn't. The loser part or it being that easy for me to leave you. This probably isn't the right thing to say, but im surprised that got to you. Tell me why it did."
Another breath, "No opponent has ever said anything about you before. That's always been my boundary. I've also never had to worry about it because all my previous opponents were professional, never made it personal. Ever. And I've been so... mentally off for this whole thing because i was partly raised here. My mom left me when i was here. And with the swarming media and dwindling privacy lately and the underdog card, i just feel so... off. There's so much pressure with this one. And i dont want to lose for the team, and especially for you and our girl."
"I love you, rafe, and no matter the outcome, that will never change. Im not going anywhere, and she won't either. She will be proud and in awe of how strong and amazing you are, just as i always am. And as for the past, that's all it is. It's over. You moved on. Nothing can hurt you here. We and the team support you bc this is your fight. We're here to support you bc we all know that you are better than him. You can prove it to yourself, too, by fighting. For. Yourself." With a soft smile, you reach out and cup his cheek, rubbing your thumb over his cheekbone.
Rafe just stares at you in awe. He savors moments like this. He's never felt so lucky. He can never get enough, so he closes the small distance between and meets your lips with his. The kiss emulates love and gratitude. He then pulls you in closer. "I love you, baby. Thank you."
You chuckle and shake your head, "i love you too, bubs. Now come on, the new love is blind episodes come out today we have to see whos gonna get ditched and hitched!" You then kiss his nose and sit up to find the remote. And in lighter air you both happily watch cheesy tv.
Authors note: okayy so this is my first post. Please go easy on me 😅💗
*edited some of it*
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an assortment of my men in self ships. updated version. some characters i have works for, some i don’t, and just simply love.
MIGUEL. miguel o’hara & holly
the lost soul down. tristes ojos. black out days.
spiderverse boss with civilian gf, enemies to lovers trope, slowburn, frowning bf with smiling gf, forehead kisses, spanish phrases whispered, she fell first but he fell harder, height difference, protective bf, “can’t take my eyes off you”, back hugs from gf, hickeys / marks, dinner dates, bad at communicating, staring into your soul with those eyes bf with not a single thought behind those eyes gf, grumpy bf with sunshine gf, back scratches, doesn’t know how to initially react when she cries, playing with his hair.
HOBIE. hobie brown & holly
government hooker. politicians in my eyes. start a riot.
resident secret spider-man (spider-punk) with classmate, friends to lovers trope, sharing earphones, teasing head pats, boob grabs, piggybacks, licking and biting, always seen together, bold bf with shy gf, taking pics and selfies together, always stealing the seat next to each other, forcing him to try certain foods she likes, relaxed bf with anxious gf, physical touch bf with physical touch gf, the ‘tall’ model couple, movie nights that always turn into more, both get lost easy, drinking together, sloppy cheek kisses, surprise hugs.
LEON. leon kennedy & holly
how you remind me. heart-shaped box. all my life.
special agent with presidents daughter, bodyguard romance trope, heroic bf with scaredy-cat gf, her learning how to shoot his gun, protective bf, blonde bf with brunette gf, hiding together, stoic bf with amused gf, falling asleep in his lap, love letters, forbidden romance, she fell first he fell harder, jealous bf, pining, dart dates, words of affirmation, hand holding, paper rings, kisses on the doorstep, respectful bf.
CARLOS. carlos oliveira & holly
give it to me. about a girl. heartbreaker.
umbrella mercenary with city civilian, friends to lovers trope, wearing his clothes, sporty bf with couch potato gf, air kisses, bicep hugs, teasing hand pecks, inside jokes, playful sparring, overly sensual cheek kisses, secret photos taken, linked pinkies, big bf with small gf, “uh huh, go for it” amused bf with determined annoyed gf, sweet tooth.
MICHAEL. michael afton & holly
alien blues. better than me. romantic homicide.
son of william afton with fazbear employee, slow burn trope, playing with his hands, jerk bf with nice gf, dead-eyed bf with doe-eyed gf, silent words but loud actions, unfazed bf with scaredy-cat gf, sideways glances, “no i don’t like you” lying michael, he fell first and harder, staring into your soul with those eyes bf with a comforting look behind those eyes gf, falling asleep on each other by accident, bully-flirting.
NICCOLO. niccolo govender & holly
absinthe. swim. stop the world i wanna get off with you.
classmate with classmate, tutor trope, misunderstandings, jealous bf, playing with her hair, friends with benefits to lovers, stolen kisses, pining, lazy bf with active gf, very protective bf, longing gazes, ass slapping, polaroids, museum dates, gradual desperate bf, bad at communicating, kisses in the car, “yeah she’s my girlfriend” soon to be bf with surprised soon to be gf, sitting next to each other in class, late night skincare.
RAFE. rafe cameron & holly
closer. lost in the fire. daddy issues.
mean boy with sweet girl, opposites attract trope, bad at feelings, overprotective bf, experienced bf with naive gf, blushing, boat dates, jealous bf, long makeout sessions, acts of service bf with physical touch gf, her forcing him to enjoy the sunset view, mending his bruises and cuts, teasing gf with hard gazed bf, him wanting her to wear his clothes, hand on her thigh while sitting, expensive dates, hickeys, comforting hugs from her, let me spoil you bf with loves being spoiled gf.
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