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rafeandonlyrafe · 2 months
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warnings: just rafe being grumpy and sleepy
you started spending every night in rafes bed very early on in your relationship. it wasn't just because you were both so wildly obsessed with each other's bodies, but also because rafe loved to hold you close while he slept, knowing his girl was safe in his arms, allowing him to actually rest.
therefore, you also learned early on that rafe was even grumpier than normal when he was tired.
“baby, just come to bed.” rafe grunted, sitting up underneath the covers as to not fall asleep yet, not until he has you next to him.
“im almost done.” you reply from the attached bathroom, applying your serum to your face, the second to last step in your skincare routine. rafe was usually patient, either waiting in bed or watching you carefully remove your makeup and cleanse.
“hurry up.” rafe complains, his voice whiney. “im tired.”
“go to sleep then silly.” you roll your eyes, using your nail to get moisturizer out of its tin before placing it on your face and carefully rubbing it in, always using upward motions.
you startle when you turn to enter the bedroom and rafe is standing in the doorway, arms crossed and a pout on his face. “you want me to sleep without you?”
“huh?” you question, placing your hands on his shoulders, rubbing them gently as his eyelids flutter, clearly struggling to keep them open.
“you said to fall asleep without you.” rafe says again. “i always sleep holding you.”
“i was going to lay down in like one minute, rafey. it wouldn't actually be without me.” you coo, getting on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips. “let's go to sleep, yeah?”
“that's what i was trying to do.” rafe says, but lets you lead him into the bedroom. you lay down, watching rafe get under the covers before flicking the light off.
“come here.” rafe says, opening up his arms as you scooch closer.
“it's so cute how grumpy you get when you are tired.” you hum, pressing a kiss to rafes cheek before lowering your head to his chest, wrapping your arm over his waist.
“shut up.” rafe grunts, further showing off his grumpiness. you simply roll your eyes, knowing he doesn’t mean the harsh words as you throw a leg over his hips to get comfortable.
“y/n?” rafe whispers after a moment of silence.
“what is it baby?” 
“i love you.”
you smile, tightening your arm around his waist in a hug. “i love you too, even when you’re grumpy.”
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softspiderling · 1 month
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jjsbank444 · 8 months
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Protector (A Bodyguard!Rafe Cameron AU)
Hello my loves! I think this has been my most awaited fic ever? I am so overwhelmed with the number of you who have been waiting excitedly for this, from the moodboard to the teaser, thank you so much. This is my longest, most story-driven work I ever created. I adored writing this and I hope you all enjoy reading it just as much. I took heavy inspiration from the Twisted Series for this (iykyk) so some things may be pretty similar. Any feedback is much appreciated. Lots of love.
Pairing: Bodyguard!Rafe Cameron and Billionaire's daughter!reader Word Count: 14K Warnings: Swearing, mentions of stalking, mentions of violence, mentions of panic attacks. Playlist inspiration
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You anxiously bounced your leg up and down, the slight clicks of your heels matching the sound of the large grandfather clock ahead of you, the noise doing nothing to soothe your spiraling mind.
Sitting inside your father’s office wasn’t new to you, but the circumstances which you found yourself in certainly weren’t something you were familiar with. You tried to find comfort in the dark wooden room, the art on the walls that you had analysed too many times or the empty armchair behind the equally undecorated desk, but the pounding of your heart didn’t slow.
You forced your eyes shut as you mentally counted from one to ten, hoping that by the time the numbers came to a halt, your chest would stop heaving and the situation would resolve itself. Of course, you knew this was false hope.
The sound of low chatter outside the large oak door was yet another confirmation of your reality, as you seethed in a breath, eyes fixated on the door handle, awaiting the verdict of your future.
The door opened with a creak, and you looked up to find your father in his signature button-up shirt and trousers, the outfit he had on since as long as you could remember. His face appeared calm but the crease between his eyebrows was a tell-tale sign of stress as well as his lips which were strained into a smooth line.
He was followed by a man you were unfamiliar with, causing your eyes to widen in shock and anticipation. His frame was huge, much taller than your dad who was nearing his sixties, therefore ending up towering over him. His shoulders were broad and chest strong, which you could easily make out through his black blazer and white shirt. His jawline was sharp and manly, cheekbones sticking out for attention. His hair was buzzed, affirming his hard and ruthless look, a wild contrast to his piercing, ocean blue eyes which should have emitted a soothing look, instead appearing emotionless.
You swallowed hard when his eyes met yours, the lack of anything behind his gaze making you shudder and turn your attention to your father who was shuffling behind his desk and took a seat in front of you. The other man stayed standing, crossing his arm in front of him, as if to await further instructions.
“Sorry to have kept you waiting darling. I trust you had a smooth journey here?” Your father spoke as he looked over at you, sending you a reassuring smile which normally would have quieted your mind, but his words didn’t have the desired effect.
“No problem Papa, I understand you’re busy.” You nodded, carefully following his movements as he pulled out a stack of papers and a series of brown envelopes from his drawer, the sight sending a shiver down your spine as you turned your attention to your hands in your lap.
“Mr Cameron, please take a seat.” Your father spoke again, and linking a name to his face filled you with a sense of satisfaction. You watched as he pulled out the chair next to you and took a seat, slightly bumping his knee with yours, causing an unexpected surge of energy to run through you, as you quickly pulled your leg further away from him.
“Thank you for meeting me at such a short notice.” His attention now turned to Mr Cameron.
“Of course, sir.” He spoke, voice low and husky, perfectly suited to his outside demeanor.
“As you know, my daughter has been receiving threatening messages. The perpetrator is currently unknown, but my team is looking into it as we speak. However, I am having to spend a considerable amount of time travelling for business to various countries in the upcoming months.” He continued, eyes darting between the pair of you, voice serious and pressing, his words making your internal organs ache from the grim truth.
“My daughter’s safety is most important to me. Whoever is following her may be dangerous with bad intentions. It is crucial that she is protected until this individual is revealed.” He followed, attention now diverted to Mr Cameron solely who nodded in understanding and determination.
“Darling, I have hired Rafe Cameron here to be your bodyguard while I am away. He has been briefed and is tasked with looking after you 24/7. He will be taking you to your classes and staying until you are ready to be picked up. I do not want you leaving anywhere without him.” Your father spoke to you, and with each word you felt your breath growing shallower as your pulse picked up. You could feel your hands growing clammy and mind fogging over from the understanding and the weight his words carried.
“A bodyguard!? 24/7? Papa, I’m sure that’s not necessary.” You started warily, not wanting to upset your father or go against his words. The truth is, you were scared. You have been plagued by candid images of yourself, taken on someone’s camera who knew your address and found amusement in posting them to you with enclosed cryptic messages. But the idea of losing your independence completely made you feel like you were suffocating and unable to breathe.
“It absolutely is necessary, and I will not be willing to have a further discussion about this.” He shut you down with a hard gaze, leaving you to nod and divert your attention out the window. Fighting would have been no use, and the lack of sleep from the past week had left you unwilling to burn your energy unnecessarily.
“I will leave you with Mr Cameron who will explain more about the arrangements.” He nodded as he began to stand, signaling that the meeting has officially concluded. Heaps of questions were running through your mind as well as worry and caution. You had no idea what the next months would bring, and the feeling of unknown has brought a sick feeling to your stomach.
You stood up alongside Rafe, who awaited your father to open the door and give him a handshake, followed by the paperwork he had on his desk just a moment ago. You could only imagine the details these held about you, curious to find out and yet not wanting to ask.
“Y/N, just a moment?” You heard your father’s voice urging you to stay inside as he closed the door behind your new bodyguard. You looked up at him expectingly, with a little hardness behind your eyes.
“I know this is a huge ask darling. You are in senior year of college, and I know you don’t want someone to follow you around all the time. But I cannot have something happen to you.” His voice shook a little in fear, the significance of his words throwing you a little, immediately feeling guilty for disapproving of his intentions. You reached out as you gave him a hug and an understanding nod. You clutched your bag and followed out of his office, leaving you to bump into a hard chest, almost sending you stumbling backwards. You found Rafe’s hand around your wrist, steadying your uncontrolled movement as you looked up at him annoyed.
“I understand you have to be close to me Mr Cameron, but perhaps leaving a little room to breathe might be good for us both?” You questioned him with raised eyebrows as you threw your bag over your shoulder and pulled your arm from his grip, turning to strut downstairs towards your car, wanting nothing more than to be in the safe space of your home. Your sudden departure led to you missing the way his eyes twinkled following your words and the way a ghost of a smile hinted at his lips.
You looked around in confusion, trying your best to recite the parking spot you left your car in at the time of your arrival to your father’s office. You groaned in frustration as you walked up and down, cursing yourself because how can someone lose their car so easily!?
“Your car will be waiting for you at your apartment. I’m driving you home.” Came an aggravating voice from beside you, startling you out of your thoughts. Realisation hit as his words sunk in, while you turned to face him with a frown on your face.
“You know, I’m perfectly capable of driving myself.” You stated while crossing your arms to highlight your annoyance.
“I’m sure you are Miss Y/L/N, otherwise you wouldn’t have your license.” He replied smugly as he pulled a car key out of his suit pocket, opening the door to a black range rover beside you. He looked at you expectantly while you weighed your options up. Your apartment was a half an hour drive away from the city and in heels you would not be able to make a single leg of the journey comfortably. With a huff, you threw yourself into the passenger seat and without another look in his direction you waited until he closed the door behind you and walked around to the sit behind the wheel.
He reversed the car smoothly and got on the road, and while you almost questioned how he knew where you lived, you were reminded that he likely knew more about you than you did yourself. You stared out the window as the radio played in the background and you contemplated how you got in this position.
Being a billionaire’s daughter had often led to you being pinpointed in a crowd. People knew your father and labelled you as stuck up and pretentious or wanted to be your friends hoping to be sucked into the lavish lifestyle. You learned from an early stage that people can’t be trusted, keeping most of them at arms-length, only letting a few carefully chosen candidates into your heart. You struggled with dating and making friends, so the idea of someone being so obsessed with you to a point of stalking was unfamiliar and scary.
“I installed cameras and a new alarm system at your apartment before this meeting. I will show you how to access it when we get in.” He interrupted your thoughts, noting how his tone was monotone and professional, cold and reserved at the same time. His words hit you as your eyebrows drew together in sense.
“Wait, hold on. You went into my apartment without anyone telling me?” You looked at him with wide eyes as a huff left your lips.
“Clearly if you are unaware that someone gained access to your home, then we had a problem.” He confirmed, eyes hard on the road.
“That’s not really the point.” You mumbled in a whisper, but you were sure he heard you.
“That’s exactly the point.” He grumbled, sending a glance your way before returning his attention to the scene in front of his eyes.
“I will also need your class schedule. Your father had been unable to provide me with it.” He continued, earning a scoff from you.
“Do I also have to tell you when I go to the toilet?” You asked, sarcasm dripping from your words as you rolled your eyes.
“If it requires you to leave my sight, yes.” He nodded, leaving you dumbfounded and more annoyed than before if that was even possible.
“Fantastic.” You whispered to yourself as you noticed that you were pulling up to your apartment building. You jumped out the second the engine was off and made your way towards the elevator, with Rafe right behind you. You gave a friendly wave to the receptionist whom you have become accompanied with in the past year of your residency.
As soon as you arrived to the top floor, you rummaged around to find your keys, feeling a sense of relief when you found them, ready to get inside your place.
“You won’t need those. New lock.” Rafe muttered as he held out a new, silver key towards you. You paused for a second, debating whether to even question the fact that he changed your lock on his own accord, without your knowledge, but you felt too tired and overwhelmed. You snatched the key from his grasp and entered your home, sighing in relief as you tossed your purse on the nearest countertop and flopped onto your sofa, reaching to pull your heels off in a single movement, throwing them towards your shoe rack.
You leaned back, allowing your head to hit the cushion and closing your eyes for a second, in hopes of forgetting everything. Your blissful state however was interrupted by a cough from Rafe, who you realised was standing in front of you, with an expectant expression.
“You got me back home safely Mr Cameron. I’m sure you are free to go now until I need you?” You asked, the need to curl up in bed and sleep taking over you in a whirlwind.
“Of course. I will be in the spare bedroom if you need me.” He nodded as he looked at you briefly, appearing hard and emotionless, seemingly his natural state of being. Understanding washed over you as you gazed across the room to the spare bedroom, a suitcase waiting on the floor with various shirts hanging off the door hook.
“The spare bedroom? You’re staying here?” You spat out in shock and terror a headache setting in from the number of unexpected turns today has brought you.
“24/7 was the assignment Miss Y/L/N. Your father asked me to be as close as possible, in case your stalker were to try and approach you in your home. So yes, I will be staying here.” He answered crankily, although his expression stayed stoney and you almost felt compelled to see what you have to do to bring any emotion out of him.
“This is ridiculous.” You muttered to yourself, as you buried your face in your hands. “I suppose that means we’re housemates now Mr Cameron. I hope you enjoy watching trashy TV.” You joked as you sent him a teasing smile, trying your best to mask your frustration with sarcasm.
“Let me make something clear Miss Y/L/N.” His tone condescending as he took a step closer to where you sat. “I am your bodyguard, and I will protect you with my life. I am not your friend, and I am not your housemate. I will not get involved in your personal life. You just have to do as I say when it comes to security matters. That is all.” His arrogance fueled something in you, warming you from inside out as you could almost feel smoke evaporating out of you. Instead of dignifying his statement with any reaction, you plastered on a smile and stood up, ready to make your way towards your bedroom.
“Glad we had a nice talk Mr Cameron.” You nodded, smiling. “Make yourself at home.” You opened your arms as you signaled around your living room and without another word, you walked into your room, slamming the door behind you with a little too much spite while you groaned to yourself. That night you fell into bed, eyes pounding with a headache and stomach churning from the events of the day, annoyed and frustrated at the world. And although you had hoped, tomorrow you would wake up and there would be no stalker, no Rafe Cameron and no college to deal with, you shed a tear as you realized you were utterly in the deep end of it all.
Waking up the following morning, you had approximately two seconds of bliss and calm before you heard clatter coming from outside of your door, reminding you that you no longer had the apartment all to yourself. You got up with a sigh and got ready for the day, thanking yourself for prioritizing an en-suite bathroom last year during your flat hunting weeks and took a deep breath before exiting the bedroom.
You found Rafe in the kitchen, leaning against the island with his phone in one hand and a mug in the other, already dressed in his black trousers and dark, navy shirt, seemingly ready for his day.
“Morning.” You offered with a grumble, as you walked towards your coffee machine, to find it has fresh, still hot coffee in it. “Is this for me?” You asked, brows furrowed as you glanced at him.
“I made too much.” He answered diplomatically, making you hum and blush slightly, feeling stupid to have assumed he would purposely make you a drink.
“I have three classes today. I have to get going soon if you’re ready?” You glanced at your phone to check the time, seeing you have approximately fifteen minutes to get going to avoid being late.
He nodded, setting his mug on the kitchen island and waiting for you to grab your belongings to leave your home.
The journey to the college was quiet and slightly awkward, the new routine and person sat next you unfamiliar and creating a sense of unsettlement in you. You knew you would get more looks than usual in your school, with a bodyguard trailing behind you at all times. You had texted your friends in the car to let them know, their reactions full of questions, more so about his appearance than his purpose, making you internally scoff as you suppressed a grin.
“My god, he is hot.” Your friend, Bella squealed as she laid an eye on him, making you roll yours in fake annoyance.
“I wouldn’t mind him following me around.” Agreed Mia, as she gave you her usual hug as if she hadn’t seen you all but two days ago.
“These are my friends, Bella and Mia. And this is Rafe Cameron.” You did a quick introduction, the girls seemingly swooning as Rafe gave them an approving nod.
“Have you heard from them recently?” Asked Mia as the three of you made your way towards your first class of the day. In the meantime, Rafe allowed a smug smirk to play on his lips from the appreciation your friends showed, although he secretly wished the praise came from you.
“Not since last week. I tried to figure out if there is a pattern of when they show up, but nothing. Sometimes I’ll get two letters in a day, sometimes nothing for two weeks.” Your shoulders slumped in disappointment as you shook your head, frustrated that after months of torment, you still hadn’t figured out who your stalker was.
“It’s okay Y/N. Your dad’s whole team is working to find this person. And you have us. And well, I suppose Rafe might help too.” Bella bumped your shoulder with a grin on her face, making you chuckle from her reassurance.
The next weeks you fell into a routine with Rafe. While your stalker hasn’t been active, you would wake up, go to your classes and have him sit a couple of desks behind, eyeing you carefully. Then you would go home, have dinner - which no matter how many times you offered, he refused to have with you. You watched TV while he sat on the armchair to the side of you, looking at his phone instead of the screen that had your favourite films and series playing. You then went to bed when you had enough, only to hear him make some food for himself, until the light in the kitchen was turned off and the door to the spare room closed for the night.
Considering the two of you now lived under the same roof, you had not learnt much about Rafe. He kept to himself, only spoke when he was spoken to – and even then, only if he felt the need to justify anything with a verbal answer. He was grumpy and harsh and yet you were fascinated by him, wanting to learn more.
So, one morning when you woke up, you made it a mission to befriend him. A stimulating challenge is what you named it, because it had nothing to do with the fact that this awfully handsome man was by your side, each and every day. It was simply and only fascination.
You grinned at yourself in your mirror before you stepped out of your room, ready to accomplish the task you set for yourself.
“Good morning Mr Cameron.” You mused the moment you laid your eyes on him, in his more casual attire as he swapped his button down to a black t-shirt.
“Morning Miss Y/L/N.” He answered with brows raised and a flicked of confusion appearing around the creases of his eyes. So he is capable of showing emotion.
“I thought we could have a day out at the mall today? I don’t have classes and I could use a break.” You smiled innocently as you grabbed your keys and wallet, a glimmer of cheekiness playing on your face.
“Whatever you would like.” Rafe nodded, pocketing his phone and grabbing his car keys, gesturing towards the door. You happily followed, eagerly making you way down to his car and jumping into the passenger seat the second the car opens.
You could see Rafe giving you an odd look, mixed with confusion and a hint of amusement that disappeared just as quickly as it came.
“Do you like shopping?” You asked, your first attempt to break down the barriers in between the two of you as he backed out of your apartment.
“Not particularly.” He grumbled as he scrunched his nose at the thought.
“Hm. That’s a shame.” You snorted a giggle, imagining the well over six foot tall, pure muscle of a man navigating your favourite shops.
“When is your birthday?” You asked, the next question rolling off your tongue with ease. You could see Rafe glancing in your direction awkwardly before diverting his attention back to the road.
“Soon.” He said diplomatically, making you roll your eyes.
“Come on Mr Cameron. You probably already know mine alongside my blood type, how many moles I have on my body and the name of my childhood arch nemesis.” You joked, referring to the wad of papers he has been given about you. “The least you can do is tell me your birthday.” You almost itched your eyes when a hint of a smile played on his lips, before he answered your question, monotone and composed.
“November 8th.” He said simply, your eyes widening.
“Rafe, that’s next week!” You exclaimed in shock, his first name leaving your lips with such ease as if your only purpose was to repeat it over and over again. He shrugged in carelessness, while you planted the small piece of information away in your brain for a later date as you arrived at one of your favourite places to be.
“And what’s your favourite colour?” You carried on with the interrogation, earning another look in your direction from him.
“What is this?” He grumbled, not amused.
“Just trying to get to know you at least a little. Since we’re spending every day together.” You shrugged, a cheeky grin on your face.
“Well, don’t.” Rafe shut you down as you let out an exaggerated sigh of disappointment and crossed your arms, looking out the window. I’ll try again later - you thought.
A while later, you bit down on your lips to suppress a chuckle as you watched Rafe’s eyes darting between the number of clothing and shoe racks, his displeasure clear on his features. You were currently on the hunt for a few new dresses and shoes to match as you held up a few options to try on before making your way towards the dressing rooms. You had several different items of dresses that you liked the look of, but in true nature you wouldn’t be willing to decide until you saw how they hugged your curves.
“I will wait here.” Rafe stopped just outside the changing rooms, making your brows furrow.
“Actually Mr Cameron, I could use some help deciding.” You started, seeing the way his eyes widened ever so slightly at your proposition. “Please?” You added, bright, doe eyes on display, your best smile on your lips, hoping to sway him. When you heard a grunt that sounded very much like him giving up a fight, you grinned and squealed, almost skipped into a cubicle where you changed into your first option.
“What do we think?” You chirped as you leaped out of the dressing room and gave him a little twirl in your pink dress. He looked up from his phone and clenched his jaw before turning his attention back to the device.
“It looks fine.” He nodded, not sparing another look, but you didn’t miss the way his knuckles whitened from the force in which he held his phone in his grip.
“Wow, don’t shower me in compliments too much.” You joked, while walking back in and trying the rest of your options on. Each followed with a fine and a small look, while internally you wished you invited your girl friends who would actually be some use in helping you make a decision.
Trying your last dress on, a silk, black, slip on dress with a pair of silver heels, you stepped out, not expecting anything different. You were surprised to see his jaw slightly falling slack and eyes widening with his pupils dilating as he seethed in a small breath, before shutting his eyes and looking away. The reaction left you feeling hot all over as your cheeks heated and your throat felt dry, desperately licking your lips. His approval of you made you feel things that previously you could only imagine, the interaction making you want more from him, seeing how far you can push him.
“So, which one?” You croaked out, as you looked over at yourself in the large mirror.
“This one.” He nodded while you watched him look over at you up and down one more time, shifting in his seat and running his hands over his neck, the veins of his arms popping making your chest heave.
“Great.” You smiled in fake confidence, but the moment you closed the door behind you, you felt your knees buckling whilst you replayed his reaction to you, the idea of bringing an emotion out of him now feeling more of a challenge for you to not crumble under him.
Quickly, you changed back into your clothes and met Rafe outside who was now standing, and phone pocketed. You couldn’t help a small blush creeping on your cheeks as you looked at him, stepping in front of him to make your way to the register.
You visibly shifted as your cashier checked Rafe out, clearly flustered, although as you looked back you found his eyes on you as opposed to her, the proximity of him standing right behind you sending a small shiver down your spine. Kindly, you smiled at her watching as she stiffened under your gaze while calling your items through and accepting your payment. You reached for the bag she offered you, until a warm, large hand on your lower back stopped you in your tracks and you found Rafe reaching over you to take a hold of the bag.
“Thank you.” You breathed out as you looked at him and sent him a shy smile, earning nothing more than his signature nod as while he removed his hand and waited for you to leave the line and make your way out of the shop.
Your next destination was a bookstore, your most loved shop in the whole mall. It’s where you spent most of your time, the place filling a void that no purse or expensive brand could.
After sending a smile and a wave to the woman behind the counter, you started browsing through the books, picking out a few, looking over the covers while engrossed in the text at the back, holding onto a few whilst placing back others, making a mental note of those that caught your attention.
A period of time and picking out five new books later, you realized Rafe had wandered off, spotting his large, towering figure at the other end of the small shop, still in your sight as he was reading the first couple pages of a book himself. The image t of his crouched back, leaning over, lips slightly parted as his eyes fixated on the words in front of him enlightened a warmth in your chest, his soft look unusual and yet so fitting for him. You quietly walked towards him, not wanting to disturb him, your plan seemingly failing as he jumped a little after you stepped on a creaky floorboard.
“Found something you like?” Smiling, you diverted your attention to the cover, which from the front it looked like some sort of history book that you were unfamiliar with.
“It’s okay.” He hummed as he closed it and went to place it on the shelf, before you placed your hand on his, electricity running through the both of you as he stared at you in disbelief.
“Let me get it for you.” You grabbed onto the book, waiting for him to let go, but he just shook his head.
“Stop being stubborn. It’s a book. At least I can watch you do something other than stare at your phone all evening.” You grinned, as he scoffed at your accusation, finally allowing you to add his book to your pile.
“Like those mindless shows you watch are any better.” Grumbling, he reached towards you as he took the books out of your hand, now holding your shopping bags in one arm and those in the other, while you stared up at him in shock.
“My shows are very entertaining, thank you very much.” You bit back a smile, the interaction leaving you happy as he peeled back his layers slightly, feeling of accomplishment washing over you.
“Whatever you say. You ready to go?” He pointed his head towards the counter, and you nodded, following after him as you completed another purchase, excited to have been able to treat him just a little. Rafe, although would never admit it, felt beyond himself as his heartrate failed to settle, replaying the soft touch of your fingertips on his knuckles and your attentive eyes on him as he tried to convince himself that he was not gaining feelings. He was professional and you were kind, sweet and generous, but only a client regardless.
November 8th came around like lightspeed, and before you knew it, you found yourself waking up extra early as you paraded around your kitchen with several bowls and utensils scattered around the island, a large mess as you were working on Rafe’s birthday cake, while convincing yourself that you were just acting as a friendly neighbour to a man who was tasked to protect you.
You baked the batter last night, pretending to go to sleep in your room, only to re-emerge a couple of hours later once you were sure Rafe had laid his head down for the night. You were surprisingly good at remaining quiet during baking, resulting in you having a ready cake in the morning that just needed decorating.
You settled for a blue icing, with simple white swirls and patterns and a soft ‘Happy Birthday Rafe’ in the middle of the cake which you were very satisfied with once it was finished.
Shuffling rang through your apartment just as you finished, leaving you scrambling for a candle and a lighter as you planted the item in the icing, lighting it and holding it in your hands as you waited for him to appear out of his room.
He looked at you with wide eyes as a visible blush crept onto your face at his sleepy state while you noticed his top half was unclothed, only a pair of boxers covering him. His strong abs and wide legs left you breathless as you looked him over, finally settling on his shocked expression, slack jaw and slightly agape mouth. Not good, not good at all.
“What is this?” He asked, voice husky and full of morning rasp that made you swoon internally and bite down on your lips, wishing that the act could ground you and help you keep it together.
“Well, don’t make me sing for you Mr Cameron.” You joked, hoping your words could mask your flustered being. He took a step closer, carefully reading the words on the cake over and over again, until his eyes dropped to the mess behind you and finally landed on your smiley, excited expression as he swore his heart fluttered in admiration for the first time in his life.
“You baked me a cake?” He let out, confused and a little lost, his stoney appearance crumbling at your feet as his eyes sparkled, basking in your kindhearted gesture.
“Hmm, I tried my best. You know, it’s extremely hard to do anything for someone’s birthday when they are following you around constantly.” You rolled your eyes playfully, holding out the cake nearer to him.
“Make a wish and blow out the candle before the wax melts all over it, please.” A chuckle left his lips and you had to suck a breath in, the sound not something you were familiar with but god, if you didn’t wish you could hear it again. It felt like the pair of you had passed an unspoken milestone, him warming up to you enough to see him in a vulnerable state of momentary bliss.
He took another step closer until he looked down and blew out the candle, his eyes meeting yours as they were full of gratitude, making you wonder just how a man like Rafe Cameron spends his birthdays.
“Well, I’m sure you must have things planned for your birthday? Since I couldn’t get you anything else, I was planning on pinky promising you that I would not leave my apartment all day, so you could go out and have fun.” You smiled and shrugged, the offer seeming so mundane, but you hoped he could feel at least a little at ease at least on such a special day.
“That’s..” He started, brows furrowed, still in shock from the way a client of his made such an effort for him. “That’s very kind, but not necessary.” He settled on, diplomatically and not wanting to give anything away.
“I assure you Mr Cameron, it’s fine. You can track me on the cameras if you need to.” You chuckled, the soft smile that appeared on Rafe’s lips was a mixture of thankful and shy, but most of all sad and it made you feel like somehow your soul ached from the intensity of it all.
“You have plans today, don’t you?” The question left your lips more shocked than you would have liked as his face twisted into a second of pain before he gathered himself.
“No, I don’t. I’m working.” A shrug of his shoulders was his only answer, but the way they fell stiff proved his discomfort, making your heart clench.
“What about your family?” Your voice only above a whisper as you gazed at him in sadness and guilt eating you alive to have taken this day away from him without knowing.
“Y/N…” He started, your first name falling from his lips that left you open mouthed, the sound caressing you in warmth. “They’re not in the picture.” He breathed out and as much as you wanted to find out more, you knew now was not the time.
“Oh.” You sighed awkwardly, as your eyes darted around his face which you could no longer read. “Okay, well that just means you’re stuck with me today. What would you like to do?” You asked, excitement taking over you. Birthdays were something you always cherished, the feeling of celebrating someone making you feel joyous and filling you with a sense of pride.
“What would I like to do?” He repeated as if the words sounded alien to him, but you just nodded and hummed, waiting for his confirmation.
“I don’t know.” He laughed awkwardly as he scratched the back of his neck, the movement making his arm muscles jump and suddenly you felt hot and cold at the same time. The feelings you started harbouring for Rafe felt wrong but so right, making you dizzy and lost and yet yearning for more. Stop this – you cursed yourself internally.
“Okay, how about some coffee and cake to start the day while you have a think?” Placing the cake on the counter and showing a few dishes aside, you looked at him for confirmation, finding him gazing over at your figure, his stare burning a whole into you as he nodded and walked beside you, gathering the loose items and placing them in the sink over running water.
“Rafe, stop. It’s your birthday!” You protested, earning a side grin from him as he grabbed the sponge and got to work on the dishes ignoring your look of disapproval.
By the time he was done, two hot cups of coffee and two slices of cake were laid out on the breakfast bar, as Rafe walked into his room and pulled a shirt over him, much to your distaste.
It was suspected that Rafe Cameron didn’t grow up in an idyllic family and wasn’t surrounded by a bunch of loving people the way you have been. He never spoke about his family, you never heard him on the phone with anyone in particular and although he spent enough time staring at his screen, it seemed like he was either completing some sort of work or reading on it as opposed to texting.
The fact was however, that he didn’t know what he enjoyed doing on his birthday. He treated the day of celebration with awkwardness and an uncanny amount of hesitation, clearly unfamiliar with the fuss you made about him on his special day.
You encouraged him to think for himself, make decisions and lead the way and unbeknownst to you, the way you validated his emotions has been the greatest present Rafe has ever received in his life, full of gratitude towards you.
The day was spent with walks around parks, admiring the late autumn leaves and enjoying the fresh air, followed by bookstore hunts as you came to realise he used books as an escape the same way you did. Stops at coffee shops for hot chocolates and lattes while sitting in comfortable silence and people watching together.
It had filled you with a sense of relief, seeing Rafe so in his element with such peace and calm on his features and you would be lying if it didn’t make your heart skip a beat that you contributed to his visible contentment.
You were now stood next to him, a long dress hugging your body, his blazer draped over your shoulders on your way back from the restaurant you treated him to as part of his birthday celebration. He wanted to refuse, deflecting on how you had already done too much for him that day, but you took no notice of his words. The pair of you enjoyed a bottle of wine alongside fine pasta, giggling and warming up to each other, and you would be lying if you said you weren’t the happiest. Recalling the way his blue eyes danced in the candlelight, the way he asked questions about you and even told you stories about him, feeling like he was more than just someone that was being paid to spend time with you. It felt amazing.
The walk home was short, in hindsight a blessing as the air significantly cooled now that the autumn sun rays faded away. You were walking side-by-side, his hand occasionally bumping yours, sending a surge of electricity through your fingertips each time, yet you didn’t step further to avoid the contact.
“Tell me about your favourite birthday memory.” You blurted out, regretting your words instantly as his face twisted in pain and his eyes glazed over. “Sorry, that was stupid. You don’t have to.” You defended quickly with a flustered chuckle, cursing your mind.
“Probably the last birthday with my mum.” He nodded as your breath got stuck in your lungs, gazing at him in disbelief as he actually shared something so special and meaningful about himself to you. “She left us when I was 6. But she made sure to always make a huge deal out of my birthday.” He smiled at you, a sting of devastation playing behind his eyes as his words felt like they were twisting your heart, the squeeze in your chest causing physical pain.
“She was the last person to bake me a cake, before today.” He confirmed your suspicion as he sent you another meaningful stare before looking away and focusing his eyes on the steps he was taking.
“You deserve to have a huge deal made out of your birthday.” You whispered to him, the small smile that his lips curved into proving you that your words have found his ears as a slow hum left his lips, before the sound of cars and the click of your heals was the only thing that could be heard.
Your apartment building came into view, the knowing that tonight was ending filled you with a sense of dread. You knew tonight had been a big deal to the both of you, yet you were unsure what tomorrow would bring and it made you a little nauseous. You slowed down your steps, wanting to cherish the last few moments before you came to a complete halt just before you could get to the glass door that held too much uncertainty. Rafe picked up on the change in your demeanor, brows pulled into a line as he stopped beside you, a questioning look on his face.
“I know this may be overstepping, but I am grateful to have you in my life. And I know you said you don’t want to be my friend previously, but I hope you know that I am a friend to you if you ever need anything.” You admitted as his face softened, stepping closer to you until there was only a small distance between your bodies, his figure towering over you while his eyes never left yours.
“I don’t want to be your friend Y/N. I don’t want that word in your mind when you look at me.” He breathed, a finger under your chin as he tilted your face up towards him, his eyes full of conflicting emotion, want and need mixed with hesitation and sin. His eyes darted between your eyes and lips, the same way yours couldn’t find a place the settle on as he started closing in on you. You heard his erratic breathing mixing with yours, felt his heart beating against yours in the same rhythm, anticipation building with tension.
You felt his lip graze yours as you sucked in a surprised breath, and leaned in, his smooth skin against your begging to taste you as you felt his jaw clench and a shuddered breath left him, the air hitting you. Your head was spinning as your hand creeped up to his jaw, lips still not connected but he was so close and you needed him to be closer so badly.
“I..I can’t.” He mumbled, dropping his hands that were residing on your hips, the words he spoke vibrating on your lip as your eyes popped open, realizing that he will not kiss you. That you wanted him to kiss you and yet he won’t, your heart breaking for the first time.
“Right. Yeah.” You agreed, pulling away and looking up at him, his features tense, shoulders hard and strained and eyes dark and contained while yours were glossy, knowing you lost him before you even had him. Knowing that the man you had gotten to know after so much effort and time was yet again a stranger on his own accords.
The following morning acted as a confirmation of the evening’s almost events as you stared at him, ice blue orbs looking through you as if you were no longer the woman he held in his arms last night, the shadow of his lips grazing yours, replaying his words. You felt stupid for believing he wanted something, wanted you the way you yearned for him. And suddenly, the emotional distance you believed you had closed in on seemed to triple, him locking himself away so deep, you were sure you could never bring him back out.
And so, November was spent with you holding a hammer, breaking down his walls over and over again. Because you understood he was mislead his whole life. He was made to believe that people and happiness were temporary. Like he didn’t deserve permanent. But you were here, proving him wrong every step of the way until he gave up being the ice cold man, the shadow figure he taught himself to become.
He put up a fight, not trusting his instincts when it came to you. His head was scrambled with every look he gave you, every time you touched him reassuringly, every moment you shared with him was foreign. Yet you were there, showing him softness and kindness and he couldn’t help but give into you and accepting you, turning you into his lifeline, his breath of fresh air and allowing you into his heart once and for all as December approached.
Christmas came quickly and disappeared just as fast and before you knew it, the New Year was just round the corner.
The month of December was filled with hot chocolate, warm blankets, Christmas movies, fairy lights and soft innocent touches sprinkled with pining looks towards one another.
It felt like a turning point in your friendship with Rafe after the coldness in November his birthday followed. It was clear he would not break his professional promise to himself, but it was even more obvious that he felt as strongly towards you as you did for him. His place on the armchair switched to the seat beside you on the sofa, his knees grazing yours as you shared a fuzzy blanket most nights. Even after months of living together, he still hadn’t figured out the right amount of coffee to make in the mornings, always ending up with an extra cup’s worth, perfect for you to have, of course unintentionally. Lonely dinners turned to grocery shopping together, planning out your meals and taking turns behind the stove. Those mindless shows you used to watch alone were now something you followed together, on nights when you weren’t sharing about the new books you were reading beside one another. Falling asleep and waking up abruptly on the sofa together, feet dangled and your face on his chest, reveling in his scent to slipping away into your own bedrooms, hating the feel of the cold, empty beds. Catching glimpses of each other looking over lovingly, filled with admiration that made you both dizzy.
With your father being away and Rafe seemingly not having any family he would prefer to spend Christmas with – not that you didn’t encourage him to take a few days off – the two of you ended up cooking Christmas dinner together and shared a few thoughtful gifts, the holiday feeling special for the first time since you were a child. Because no matter how much it went unsaid, the two of you made each other feel loved and looked after, the way some higher power knew you equally needed it.
Your newfound domesticated routine only made your feelings grow for him, your heart aching each time his fingers grazed your arm or thigh, wanting nothing more than to touch him and have him give into you the way you knew he wanted to. While you were happy to have seen a softer side to him and got to know the person he was under the surface, you wished to learn all about who he was, completely and honestly.
But no matter how much you wished your circumstances were different, the fact was that he was your bodyguard, and you were only his client.
The thought sat in your belly bubbling while you hunched over a series of papers, trying your best to concentrate on the essays you needed to write, although the man sat across from you, engrossed in his book with a hot drink in his hand harboured most of your thoughts.
“Hey, so..” You began, drawing out your words until Rafe lifted his head, eyes meeting yours and no matter how many times he looked at you, you still felt your hands growing clammy under his sight.
“There’s this thing for New Years tomorrow night. I was hoping we could go?” Playing with your fingers, you bit down on your lips in anticipation of his words.
“Where?” He asked closing his book, attention now fully on you.
“It starts on campus, but I think we’ll end up going to a club or two after.” You shrugged in answer, slightly downplaying the scenario. In truth, you didn’t go out much. You enjoyed spending time at home and especially since your threatening messages, the number of times you went out and got drunk decreased exponentially. But you enjoyed celebrating important occasions, this being one of them.
“You can’t.” Rafe grumbled with brows drawn as he shook his head, his clear, cutthroat dismissal shocking you.
“But Rafe. It’s New Years! I’m sure even stalkers take the night off to celebrate it. I’m going.” You stated as a matter of fact, appalled at the suggestion he made. You watched as his nostrils flared and jaw tightened, his frustration showing clearly in his features. You were equally angry and not ready to back down as your body tensed and you pressed your lips into a tight, thin line.
“It’s a security hazard. Anyone could be there, it’s crowded and it’s not safe. So no, you’re not going.” Harsh words flew out his mouth as his hard gaze landed on you, arms crossed and flexed, as if to try and contain the unsettlement from bursting out of him.
“Well, you’re Mr Security. Figure it out!” You shouted, frustrated that the one thing you have been looking to attend was now tainted from his stubbornness. You looked away for a moment, hoping to gather yourself but his words drew you back into reality.
“I have just figured it out. Let me remind you of the arrangements Y/N. You are to follow my orders. I was hired to protect you, and put your best security interests first, not to be your best buddy taking you to parties and do whatever you feel like. That is not how this works.” His voice came out louder than he anticipated, words cutting through to you like shards of glass as tears threatened to spill from your lash line. You knew where he stood, but him saying it with such aggression hurt more than you could ever prepare yourself. His unwillingness to do something to make you happy, to try and compromise bothered you more than it should have, the realization of how much you wanted him to want to please you taking over you, suffocating your mind and body.
“Yes. You made that very clear Mr Cameron.” You nodded as your lips wobbled and a single tear fell on your cheek that you wiped away aggressively. Quickly, you gathered the loose bits of paper on your table and closed your laptop, not sparing a glance in Rafe’s direction while pocketing your phone as you took large strides towards your bedroom, that you slammed shut and locked, preventing him from entering.
“Y/N, please.” His voice sounded remorseful and full of regret, but your heart had already been shattered as you crawled under your duvet and buried your face in your pillow, allowing your tears to free flow in any which was they desired. You clenched at your chest as you heaved, feeling physical pain in your heart every moment you recalled his rough tone and jarring look, as if the last months you spent together were nothing special to him. You couldn’t stop thinking about all the small moments you shared, all the times you got so close to tasting his lips or feeling his heart under your palm, the mental images sending you into a frenzy as you laid there in your sorrows for hours.
You must have dozed off for a little while, your curtains remaining undrawn but the dark sky from the outside reminded you it was at least late afternoon.
A soft knock of knuckles against your door grasped your attention as you sucked a breath in, remaining quiet, not wanting him to know he had your full attention.
“Y/N, I made dinner, your favourite.” He breathed, voice unsure and careful, not wanting to say the wrong thing again as he was overthinking in his own mind, the last few hours driving him insane.
“I went out and got that chocolate cake you like too.” He continued and you felt your tummy rumble from the thought of food and your heart ache from the realization that he really did pay attention to you, but at the same time feeling sick from having to share a space with him.
“I just..” He sighed as he ran his hands through his hair and leaned his forehead against your door, cursing himself for messing up the one good thing he ever had. “I’m just really sorry. I wish I could take you.” He mumbled before pushing him away and leaving you in the darkness of your room, texting your friends to let them know that you will in fact be there tomorrow, ignoring the pang of guilt in your chest as you made your decision.
The following morning you woke up with puffy eyes and a rumbling stomach, glancing at your phone to see it was already past 11. You groaned as you forced yourself out of bed, creeping towards your door to see if you could hear any movement that would signal Rafe’s whereabouts, only being met with silence.
You slowly opened your door, as you peaked your head though and looked around, unable to see the broad shoulders that you became so accustomed to. A sigh fell from your lips as you walked towards the kitchen settling on some juice and a sandwich which you started putting together, when you heard someone croaking their throat behind you.
“Can we talk about it?” Rafe breathed out as you turned your face, finding him on the sofa, in the spot you normally occupied as he lowered his phone. His eyes were plagued by dark circles, the idea that he hadn’t slept because of your falling out comforting you while making you feel awful, knowing you have planned on crossing him later out of spite.
“I don’t want to talk to you.” You shook your head, turning your attention back to your meal, which you brought back into your bedroom with you without as much as a further word, missing the way he dropped his head in his hands, allowing his guilt to consume him completely.
Your overnight bag was packed full of the black silk dress you bought a few months ago, the matching shoes, a purse and a few makeup items as you sat on your bed, waiting for the moment when the shower turned on, signaling the all clear for you to sneak out. Luckily, Mia only lived a couple blocks away, ready for your call to leave her house to pick you up without raising any suspicion. Having lived with Rafe, you were aware of his routine, counting on the fact that he would be in the shower soon and to your luck, the water turned on just as you expected it to.
You carried out your dirty dishes with you and placed them on the counter, signaling to him that you have been out, hoping this would deter any suspicions he might gain. You were counting on the fact that you hadn’t discussed anything that he would leave you alone for the night as you could sneak back in during the early hours of the morning, without him finding out. The plan was a little shaky, but you didn’t care enough to find a solid solution, as you stepped out the front door and pulled it in with the quietest of clicks, while praising yourself.
After a quick message and walking a few doors down, your friend Mia picked you up as the two of you giggled in excitement of what the evening has in store for you.
The night was in full swing as you found yourself in a club, surrounded by people from your college and other universities, all having fun and excited to welcome in the New Year. You were a few drinks deep, dancing and swaying your body with your friends, slurping on the alcohol, enjoying the buzz it gave you. You felt on top of the world, not having done anything this fun in months and for the first time in forever, you felt as though you were free from all troubles. No stalker, no bodyguard in your tracks, no failed relationship and no broken heart. Just you, your girls and the boozy drinks.
It was nearing midnight, your excitement shooting through the roof as you watched the clock, showing you there was only three more minutes to wait. The ceiling was covered in balloons and confetti, waiting to be released on all those surrounding the dance floor the moment the countdown was up.
“I’m going to get us some shots for when the time is up!” Shouted Bella, as you and Mia nodded and waved her off, continuing to dance. That was until a shoulder bumped into you hard, swinging your bag off your shoulder and sending you stumbling, almost falling over.
“Hey!” You shouted in annoyance as you turned around, finding a man vaguely familiar to you looking shocked and almost scared.
You were ready to defend yourself, until your eyes fell on a brown envelope that he was holding in his hand, reaching towards your bag.
“Shit.” He breathed, taking a couple of steps back as the realization sunk in that you were now face to face with the man who had been sending you creepy, explicit and threatening messages to you, as well as images of yourself for the past months, keeping you inside in fear on numerous nights.
“Who are you?” You shouted, voice trembling as you created more distance between the two of you, subconsciously looking around for Rafe who was of course, not around.
“I love you Y/N! I know you don’t know me yet, but I could treat you so good. Please give me a chance.” He begged, eyes wide and hands clasped as he sunk to his knees in front of you, grabbing onto your leg, making you scream as you tried to get out of his grasp, panic setting in.
“Omg, Y/N, that’s…” Your friend started as she immediately pulled her phone out, taking a picture of the man in case he was to vanish before she dialed the police and held your hand, pulling you more into her, ready to find a security guard.
“Don’t leave!” Shouted the man as he was back on his feet, reaching for you, making you more scared and unable to breathe. You were in histerics, tears falling from your eyes uncontrollably, waiting for his burning touch to reach you, until you looked to find him being tackled onto the ground.
“Don’t you dare touch her.” You heard Rafe’s voice, a sense of relief washing over you, although your hands were still shaking and you pulled yourself closer to your friend. You watched as Rafe pummeled the guy, his nose bloody as he stood no chance against your bodyguard. A few people have turned around, pointing at the scene unfolding, giving the two of them more space as some of them cheered and clapped, while others stood and watched in shock.
“3..2..1! Happy New Year!” You heard around you, as alarms started going off, the crowd shouting in happiness as all the balloons and confetti started falling from the sky, while you stood there, mascara stained cheeks, chest heaving, ears filled with a high pitch ring, the whole world seeming to play in slow motion.
“Get her outside.” Rafe shouted at Mia and the now arriving Bella who watched in confusion and shock, while Mia grabbed the two of you and dragged you outside, not wanting to go against Rafe’s instructions.
“Y/N, talk to me please.” Your friend was pleading, but you just stood there frozen, staring into space, unable to form the words as you watched police cars pulling up and a number of men raiding the club. Moments later the guy was in handcuffs as he was carried out and pushed into a van, all the while shouting pleas at you to love him back.
Rafe emerged from the club which had too many bystanders pointing at the cars, while others too drunk to understand what’s going on continued dancing. His shirt was crumbled and his chest visibly raised and sunk much faster than you had ever seen it.
“You okay? Did he touch you?” He hurried over while he examined you, looking for any signs of injury. As he reached you, he desperately held onto you, your face between his palms, making you relax into him and shutting your eyes momentarily.
“I’m okay.” You whispered as you looked at him, another tear falling down your cheek, which he wiped away with his thumb. He looked furious, teeth clenched, veins popping in his neck but terrified at the same time, and the fact that it was from the idea of you hurt made your heart tug in your chest.
“We’re going home. Come on.” He pulled you into his side, and after a quick chat with your friends that you blocked out, he walked towards his car where he opened the door for you, waiting patiently until you were in your seat.
The drive was filled with heavy breaths from both of you and the occasional sniffle from you, laced with an unspoken tension lingering in the air.
“I mean jesus Y/N, what did you think?” Rafe broke the silence as he turned to you momentarily, eyes wide and lips pressed together, quickly returning his gaze to the road as if looking at you too long might make him lose his mind.
“How did you know I was gone?” You whispered, turning your face to Rafe while ignoring his remark, feeling too overwhelmed to argue with him.
“I wanted to give you space Y/N. But I started getting suspicious after not hearing anything from you for hours. I have a spare key to your room.” He admitted, as you nodded, no further explanation needed.
“I’m sorry.” You whispered, the words cutting something in him as he bit the inside of his cheek, his jaw clenching, but not saying anything further, the remainder of the drive fueled by silence.
It wasn’t long until you were in front of your apartment, Rafe unlocking it and flicking the light switch on, opening the door and waiting for you to walk in. The sight of colourful balloons and confetti painting the floor, two closed boxes of pizza on the side, a large projected clock that was now showing 12:52 and sparkly decoration hung up all over the living room greeted you, filling your eyes with unshed tears and your chest with an unimaginable amount of guilt, seeing the lengths he went to so you could still have a good time, while you lied to him.
“I didn’t want you to miss out. I’m not a complete monster.” Rafe stepped in behind you, closing the door and sending you a sad smile, a choked sob erupting from your throat as you buried your face in your hands, allowing your tears to freefall with such intensity it startled you both.
“Hey…” Rafe cooed, the sound of his calming voice triggering you further as he placed your bag on the sofa as walked to you, hooking an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his chest. You let your arms fall around his neck, as he placed one hand in your hair, slowly caressing you while the other stayed on your waist, his thumb drawing patterns into your skin.
“I was so scared Rafe. And I’m so sorry for sneaking out and going against your word. It was stupid and I’m just sorry.” You sobbed and you felt him shake his head at your words as he planted a kiss into your hair, the feeling of his lips heavenly.
“Shh. It’s okay. I’m sorry too. I should have let you go and came with you.” He apologized as he lifted you up suddenly, walking to the sofa where he sat down and pulled you into his lap, his hands never leaving your body.
“You’re okay. Nothing bad can happen to you now. He’s gone, alright?” He mumbled as you nodded, feeling him reach for something until your blanket was pulled over the both of you. You clung to him for dear life while straddling him, your face buried in the crook of his neck, and you had no plans on moving.
“Deep breaths baby, yeah? Breathe for me.” He soothed, playing with a strand of your hair as he deepened his own breaths, hoping you would start copying it and so you followed his lead.
“Good job sweetheart. Now close your eyes for me. I’m not going anywhere, okay?” He continued and you nodded, scooting as close to him as you could until you were fully comfortable, allowing your eyes to flutter shut and before you knew it, you were asleep in Rafe Cameron’s arms, who couldn’t ignore the way his heart threatened to beat out of his chest with every second your body was flush against his. He needed to convince himself that you were there, safely in his arms and selfishly, he held onto you for a long while after you had dozed off, unable to let you go just yet. The scent of your shampoo filling him with sweet comfort and the soft breaths leaving your mouth reminded him that there was still good in the world, good that he so desperately wanted to deserve and make his own.
The morning light stirred you awake, the events of last night slowly hitting you as you found yourself in your bed, confused as to how you got here. You recalled the club, the shouting, Rafe’s protective arms around you and the way your eyes fell heavy while in his grip. He must have carried you to your room.
Climbing out of bed, you heard his voice talking, realizing as you opened the door that he was on the phone. He was wearing his usual attire, button-down shirt and trousers, one which you haven’t seen him in in a while as he got more comfortable in your presence, so did his uniform.
“I got to go now.” He spoke, eyes landing on you as he ended the phone call while you looked him over confused.
“Good morning. How are you feeling?” He asked attentively, his words tugging at your heart strings.
“Better, thank you. Who was that?” You asked, feeling slightly out of your comfort zone.
“That was my agent. He confirmed your stalker was Dean Willis, he went to your class in college. He was arrested and is looking at a long few years in jail with your father’s influence and generous donation. You don’t need to worry about seeing him again.” He explained and a relieved sigh fell from your lips as realization to his familiarity settled in you, feeling stupid for all the signs you must have missed. In the meantime, you knew the influence your father tended to have and although it seemed unethical, you couldn’t be more grateful for his position in this current time.
“Thank you, Rafe. For last night. I really messed up and I don’t know what I would’ve done if you weren’t there.” Your lips trembled as you ran your hand through your hair, a soft smile on his lips as he nodded at your apology.
“I’m just glad you’re safe.” He spoke as he took a step towards you, uncovering the suitcase and large bag that was covered by his frame until this moment, confusion spreading through your features.
“Rafe, what’s going on?” You pointed to his belongings, frightened as his expression read a flicker of hurt and disappointment.
“My assignment was completed Y/N. The guy is no longer a threat to you and so my contract is expired. I’m being asked to leave.” He stepped in front of you, a soft palm placed against your cheek as his thumb brushed the smooth skin.
“Wait, so that’s it? You’re leaving me? You said you wouldn’t.” You whispered, voice painful and strained, the idea of not having him in your life sending a rush of grief through you.
“I have to.” He nodded, voice equally quiet and reserved as he swallowed hard and shook his head in disappointment.
“Are you going to take another client on?” You asked with a frown, jealousy boiling in your blood at the idea of someone getting him instead of you, because truly no one was deserving enough to have him in their lives.
“I’ll be taking a little career break.” Softly, he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear before giving you a sad smile followed by the purse of his lips and stepping away from you, the distance feeling cold and unnerving.
“Right. I guess you do deserve it.” You chuckled awkwardly, adoring the way his lips turned upwards from your words but nevertheless, your shoulders slumped and you had to look away for a moment as your sadness clearly painted your features.
“Rafe, I think I’ll miss you.” You admitted, tears clouding your vision slightly, already feeling more empty than ever and he hasn’t even stepped out of your apartment yet.
“I think I will miss you too Y/N. It was a pleasure to serve you.” He smiled as he tried to hide his obvious scowl while he turned around and grabbed his suitcase, pulling the keys to your apartment out of his pocket and placing it on the coffee table. He gave you one last glance before opening the door and stepping out of it, closing it right behind him, leaving you in the empty, cool flat. You stood there, waiting for your heart to stop aching, as a series of tears fell from your eyes, realizing that as much as you tried to get away from him when you first met him, a life without Rafe Cameron may just be a sad and lonely one.
Heartbreak was a funny emotion, especially when you were aching for someone who was never truly yours. You feel it all, the hurt, the longing, the need for their presence laced with anger and disappointment and yet you want nothing more than to turn back time and do it all again.
The next weeks you spent wallowing in your sadness, focusing on school work and inviting your friends as many nights as you could just to escape the lonely, dark pit that was your mind. So when your friends encouraged – forced – you to accompany them clubbing, you tried to convince yourself that it would help you forget about Rafe for one night, which was better than staying in for another, constantly thinking about where he may be and why he never contacted you since he left you.
You knew he had feelings for you, that much was clear. You also knew that he didn’t date his clients, hell he barely dated from what he told you. But you were no longer his client and had not been tied down by contracts and legislation. Still, he was nowhere to be seen, making you feel like a temporary part of his life and it ached.
Your first night out without Rafe lurking in the background has filled you with anxiety and anticipation, the bad kind. You felt on edge, as if someone was watching you from the shadows, waiting for any opportunity to harm you. Of course, your stalker has been arrested and life returned to its uneventful theme, but you couldn’t shake the thumping behind your ear that had been riddling you ever since leaving your apartment.
You were dancing with Mia and Bella, the girls having the best time as they twirled each other and you, with drinks in their hands. You were still only on your second, slowly sipping on it, waiting for the haze of the alcohol to calm your nerves, but it never came.
While trying your best to keep it together on the dance floor, you caught the eye of a guy, looking to be your age across the room as he looked over at your dancing form. The attention would normally make you feel desired but tonight the only man you wanted was one who was no longer in your life.
The thumping in your chest grew more as your hands became clammy and started shaking, the feeling foreign and making you slightly worry at the way your body was reacting to nothing in particular.
“I’m going to get some air.” You leaned in to your friends as you shouted, the words coming out uncertain which they seemed to pick up on too.
“You want us to go with you?” Mia answered as she stopped her movements, her eyes looking over at your visibly pale and shaken features.
“No, you guys stay. I will only be a moment.” You sent them a reassuring smile, as you started pushing your way through the large number of dancing bodies, feeling trapped and needing for escape more each second passed.
Pushing the club door open, you took a large breath in, the chilly winter air nipping at your skin with harshness, zapping at you with such intensity you felt it on your bones. But even the cool air could not stop your broken heart from racing as you squeezed your eyes shut and tried to focus on levelling your breath.
“Hi gorgeous.” Spoke a voice behind you, as a set of hands creeped their way around your waist intrusively, the voice in your throat getting caught as you froze on the spot.
“I saw you looking at me across the room. You’re the prettiest girl in this bar.” The man leaned closer and whispered in your ear while squeezing on your skin and as if someone flipped a switch, you started shaking, a sense of fight taking over you.
“Don’t touch me!” You shouted while you frantically tried to get the stranger’s hands off you, tears streaming down your face as you threw yourself all around in order to get out of his grasp and create distance between him and safety.
“Jesus. You’re crazy.” Mumbled the guy while holding his hands up in defence and walking away, but the damage has long been done.
You crouched down behind the wall, bawling as your entire being shook from fear, feeling like you were unable to breath as if someone threw you in the deepest trench of the ocean. You ran your hands through your hair, tugging on the strands, seeking comfort and calm which never came.
“Y/N? Sweetie, what’s wrong? Are you hurt?” Blurry figures stood in front of you and you couldn’t help but shake your head at the question, words not forming.
“Y/N, I need you to tell us what’s wrong.” Your friend, Mia crouched down beside you and laid a hand on your knee, which made you flinch so hard she removed her palm in an instant.
“Call Rafe.” You mumbled incoherently; your sentence followed by a slow, agonizing silence.
“What was that? Tell us again babe?” Mia followed, her voice slow and appearing to be composed, but you knew she must be freaking out over your frightened figure.
“Call Rafe. Please. I need him.” You begged, the request taking all your energy. You stayed sat there, slow tears falling from your eyes as you didn’t appear to get any better.
“She wants us to call Rafe.” Sounded a confused tone followed by a dial tone and a few broken sentences, until you leaned your head on your knee, trembling and shivering just hoping the ache and hurt would end soon.
“What happened?” You heard a familiar voice, low but apprehensive.
“We don’t know. She came outside needing air alone, but we didn’t want to leave her by herself,f so we followed and found her like this.” Explained your friend and you heard a hum until a shuffle of shoes sounded close to you.
“Y/N, baby? I’m here. I need you to look at me.” Rafe asked as he laid something around your shoulders that smelled like him, the scent of him engulfing you and immediately soothing your senses slightly, although you stayed still. That was until a couple of fingers started grazing your forehead and temple, soft and delicate as if a harder push would break you apart.
“Sweetheart, you’re scaring me.” He sounded strained, the way you looked so broken and frightened breaking his heart all over again. All he wanted was to scoop you up and take you away in his arms where he could keep you safe from all harm.
“He.. He touched me.” You choked out, voice sounding like someone else’s, but he didn’t miss your sentence as his eyes darkened and jaw clenched, the worst images plaguing his mind and fuelling his blood.
“Who touched you? Did someone hurt you?” His voice grew serious, filled with anger as he was ready to end whoever dared to lay a finger on his most important girl.
“This guy. He put his arm around me, but I didn’t like it. It wasn’t you.” You lifted your head up finally, your mascara strained, blood shot eyes meeting his furious and worried ones as he seemed to soften under your gaze. His hands moved to your cheek, holding you gently in need of grounding and knowing that you are here, in one peace, safe.
“He didn’t hurt me, I promise. It’s just all too much.” You cried as you watched him fall apart under your sad eyes, making your heart beat that little faster.
“Let’s get you home, okay? I’m here. I’ve got you.” He whispered, while noticing your gaze falling onto his lips, the gesture leaving his throat dry and breath uneven. You nodded, feeling him lean a hand under your back and another under your legs as he lifted you up, holding you close to his chest. You laid your head in the crook of his neck as your eyes closed, exhaustion taking over your being, the feeling of being near him bringing you back to your mind.
“Do you two need a lift home?” He asked, question directed to your friends who were still looking at the pair of you confused making a mental note to ask questions when you were in the right headspace once again.
“No, it’s fine. We have an uber on the way. Just take care of her, okay?” You heard as you felt Rafe nodding before he started walking to what you could assume was his car.
“You’re doing so good love. We’ll be home soon, yeah?” A soft kiss was planted to you head allowing a satisfied sigh to leave your lips as you forced a nod from your head in answer to his words. A moment later you were laid on the passenger seat of his car, him buckling the seatbelt over you and before you knew it, he was driving with a hand spread over your thigh as he traced soft patterns on your skin and your eyes began to grow heavier by the second.
The car journey seemed only monetary while you dozed off, as you found yourself in Rafe’s arm again as he fumbled with his pocket, pulling his keys out that still seemed to have a cut of your apartment on it. Once the door was open, the kicked it in with his foot and made his way towards your bedroom, laying you on the soft material of your duvet and cushions, as you started to become aware of your surroundings.
“Here she is.” He mumbled, looking over at you with a small smile and adoring twinkle in his eyes, leaving you to blush under his gaze even in your flustered state.
“Do you want me to stay over tonight, or leave you alone?” He twirled a strand of hair out of your face, while leaving him thumb on the side of your face. His warm hands a sweet contrast to the freezing cold of the outside.
“Stay, please?” You asked shyly, as you watched him nod and stand up off your bed.
“Let me know if you need anything, okay?” Rafe gazed over at you as he walked towards the bedroom door and put a hand on the doorhandle.
“Oh.” You breathed out, brows furrowed in disappointment, the sound of confusion stopping Rafe in his tracks as he turned around and waited for an explanation in silence.
“I just thought…you..” You began, words not forming the sentence you would hope for.
“Could you stay here tonight? Please?” The sound of your voice, so weak and needy filled his brain and how could he say no to you with those doe eyes and innocent sparkle you carried as he dropped his head and unbuttoned his jeans, smirking at the way your eyes started darting around your room.
He crawled in next to you, the feeling of uncertainty washing over you as you weren’t sure how to play this situation out. You settled on turning to face him, while his eyes stayed glued to the ceiling.
“I’m sorry.” You started, still trying to find your voice.
“For what, angel?” He turned his head towards you, as he shuffled closer, the proximity warming you with the want to be nearer to him, and touch his skin, feel him all over you.
“For calling you. I know we haven’t spoke since you left and you clearly didn’t want to and…” You spiralled, until you were caught off by his words.
“I’m glad you called.” He shook his head as his hand returned to his favourite place, on your face, grazing and studying your features, never wanting to forget a single freckle.
“Thank you for getting me.” You breathed out, voice no longer above a whisper as you looked over at his beautiful, heaven sent features, doing your best to get closer to him until his chest was touching yours, the sudden feeling making you gasp slightly and filling your veins with a heat so intense you thought you might burn alive.
“I will always come to get you. I will never let anything happen to you. I promise.” He whispered with meaning, while kissing your forehead, the feeling of his lips on your skin taking over your being. You looked up to see him staring at you, eyes filled with something you couldn’t quite make out, the intensity swirling behind his orbs making you feel like a mess, your brain foggy and creating a mind of its’ own.
“Because you care about past client satisfaction?” You breathed out, unable to shift your eyes from his lips which you saw curl into an amused smile, the creases making your heart thump against your chest.
“Because I’m in love with you.” Rafe confirmed, not leaving any room to overthink as he pressed his lips to yours, in the most head spinning, toe curling kiss you have ever experienced. As he pulled you closer to him, you melted against his body as a satisfied moan erupted from your throat until he broke away from you.
“I’m sorry I hadn’t come back for you after everything. I haven’t felt this way about anyone and it truly scared me. But I promise you, I will make it up to you and I’m not going anywhere.” He explained, his words washing you in love and adoration and you truly felt on top of the world.
“I love you too Rafe.” You agreed happily, for the first time feeling at ease as you connected your lips once again and you were sure you would never be able to stop kissing the man you fell for so unapologetically, over and over again until there was no turning back. Life felt complete again as you curled into his arms, feeling safe and you knew it was exactly where you were supposed to be in this moment, in every moment.
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abrunettefangirlnerd · 7 months
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Panic
Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader
Prompt: Rafe has been clean for months but a call from your boyfriend has you both worried he will relapse.
Warning: Mention of drugs, anger, negative self-talk, Ward
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The trees pass me in a blur as I speed down the road to the Cameron’s estate. Rafe’s choked up voice plays on repeat in my ear and I pray I get there in time. His dad is showing once again that Sarah is the preferred child and that no matter what Rafe does that will never change. All that boy wants is to make his father proud and he can’t get so much of a “good job” from him. Nothing else can make my blood boil faster than that man’s negligence toward his only son.
               Rafe called and I could tell that something was wrong immediately. His voice was strained, showing that it is taking all his effort to not break. It didn’t take long for it to. Rafe could never keep anything from me, like the fact he’s worried about relapsing right now. Him being upset is more than enough to have me coming over, but my urgency is from the possibility of him falling to cocaine. I need to get there before he gives up the fight and heads over the Barry’s. He has been 6 months clean, and neither of us want him to throw it away.
               My car barely stops before I grab the key and race inside. I don’t mind the weird glances from Rose and Ward in the kitchen. A little extra furry races through my veins before being replaced once again with concern. If I had more time, and wasn’t warned by Rafe against it, I would be fighting Ward right now in his own home. But my main priority is my boy that is hopefully still upstairs in his bedroom.
               I knock twice but don’t wait for a response before opening the door. My eyes quickly trace each corner of the room before zeroing on him sitting on his bed. His legs hang off the bed and his head is in his hands. Rafe doesn’t move to acknowledge that I am here, he doesn’t move at all.
               I slowly make my way to him, trying my best not to startle him. Getting down on my knees before him I whisper his name and Rafe’s eyes shoot toward mine. They are red and glisining, the surrounding skin swollen due to the salt from is tears. I feel a rip where my heart should be and fight back my own tears at the emotional pain and turmoil he is in. I bring my hand up to the side of his face and softly lean my forehead against his own.
“I’m here,” I whisper not trusting my voice. “I got you.”
               Rafe’s fingers squeeze my hips as he slides to his knees before me. I repeat my words and he begins to aggressively shake his head against mine. I feel him slip away from me. Grabbing his head between my hands I force him to look at me. His eyebrows are scrunched together. Breathing uneven as he momentarily stops to stifle what I assume is a sob. There is a slight quiver of his bottom lip, but his eyes focus on mine and don’t move.
“Rafe baby,” I take a deep breath and calm my nerves. “I can’t imagine what you are feeling. He has no right to treat you the way he does.”
“I’m a fuck up.” His voice cracks.
“You are not a fuck up.” I brush my thumb against his cheek to catch a stray tear. “You are Rafe Cameron. You have a little sister who loves you. Guys that look up to you. There is a whole life in front of you. You’ll make mistakes, and it’s okay. It’s part of it. I do it too. But you are Rafe Cameron. Love of my life. You are not a fuck up.”
               Rafe‘s eyes pierce mine for a moment longer before his body crashes into me. His head presses into my shoulder as that long-suppressed sob emerges. It shakes both of our bodies as we cling onto one another. Rafe wraps the entirety of his arms around me as mine are around his neck. One hand presses between his shoulder blades as my other runs through his hair.
               The clipped sounds exploding from Rafe vibrate to my core and I struggle to fight off my own tears. A few escape and slide down my cheeks as I feel my heart die a little inside. No one deserves this kind of relationship with their father, and least of all Rafe. I think about how early he gets up in the mornings, working all day, getting to know the men, staying after hours to make sure everything is done. All for a man who barely glances in his general direction unless to scrutinize something he has done.
               The rage from before is resurfacing and if it wasn’t for Rafe being in my arms, I would surely give Ward a piece of my mind. I take deep breaths as I turn myself to the situation at hand and focus on Rafe. Slowly his breathing begins to reduce to a more normal pace but his hold on me stays the same. We are in complete silence once his sobbing has subsided. Tears still greet my shoulder occasionally but I think we may be towards the end of it.
“Come on.” I whisper, my voice coarse. I clear my throat softly before speaking again. “Let’s get in bed.”
               Rafe doesn’t say anything but just nods his head as he helps me move. We tear down the comforter in silence and slip in under the covers. I lay on my back while Rafe crawls into a ball, resting his head against my stomach. Immediately, I bring one hand to support his back as the other combs through his hair. Every once in a while I feel a soft moan vibrate against my stomach and a slight smile breaks across my lips. One of Rafes favorite things is head scratches. Every movie night it is inevitable. I love how it keeps him calm.
“I’m sorry.” Rafe sniffles. He is so quiet I almost didn’t hear him. Sorry? Why is he sorry?
“Why are you sorry babe?” Confusion laces my voice and I hope he actually tells me why.
“For making you feel like you had to come. You know… potentially relapsing.” Rafe loops an arm around the front of my waist and softly squeezes. “I’m supposed to be a man, your man. I should be stronger than this.”
Man up, Rafe. You’re going to be man of the house. You have to man up.
               I accidently heard the end of a few disagreements between Ward and Rafe. Most of the time ending with Ward saying something about how Rafe needed to man up, stop being so soft, grow up. While I agreed and understood Ward being pissed when he had to pay off Barry. He shouldn’t have kicked Rafe out, he should have gotten him help. Hung up his pride and helped his son. It shouldn’t have just been me and the guys trying to help him get clean.
“Don’t you ever be sorry. I want you to call me.” I press him in closer to me and I continue to run my fingers through his hair. “It is okay to need someone. Please understand that. I love you so much.”
“I love you too.”
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coryosbaby · 1 month
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18+, MDNI !! <3
Thinkin’ about Rafe in the knife scene making you ride the handle as he holds it with one hand and snorts coke with the other. Your tiny cunt stretched obscenely, thighs on either side of his legs as he fucks the weapon into you. A dry chuckle spilling out of his lips, cock hard in his briefs.
“Yeah,” he breathes, his hand curling into your hair and yanking your head back. “Ride it, baby. Ride it like the dirty bitch you are. That’s what you get for not telling me where the gold is, huh?”
Your eyes rolling back, trying to shake your head no but you can’t help the cry that emits from your chest. Rafe, smirking when he looks down and sees the creamy substance you’re leaving on his knife.
“Don’t worry, whore. I’ll get it out of you eventually.”
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saintgoo · 2 months
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Three ways to say "I love you" ☆
PAIRING: JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader
GENRE: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort
WARNINGS: None
A/N: it's literally so cold so all I can do is go under the blankets and write stuff😫 enjoy!!!
Summary: The three times JJ showed how much he loved you without needing to say it.
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ONE:
The waves were choppy, the sea sounded like thunder bathed in the lunar light. The pogues had just returned from a party at a nearby beach, too drunk to go home alone, they all decided to sleep at John B's chateau.
Sarah and John B were playing tag when they arrived, going to the beachfront even though it was night. "What are they doing?" Pope questioned, leaving his backpack next to the residence stairs. Kiara shrugged and looked at them. “Too drunk and too in love by the way it looks.”
You left your bag next to Pope's, sitting on the stairs to take off your shoes that had been bothering you since the party. You looked around to locate your boyfriend, only to be met with nothing. “Yo, where’s JJ?” You furrowed your eyebrows.
"Over there, by the water's edge," Pope replied, nodding toward the shore. "He said somethin’ about skipping rocks in the moonlight."
“Oh god, he's going to end up hurting himself in the way he is” You laughed “I'll make sure he doesn't fall or anything.”
You strode down to the water's edge, feet sinking into the cool wet sand as the waves lapped at your ankles. Up ahead, JJ's silhouette swayed in the pale glow of the moon as he lifted rocks from the shoreline.
"Hey, any luck skipping those?" you called out.
"The stone glides smoothly acroszz the sssurface," JJ slurred, flinging another pebble haphazardly into the surf. "Not a sssingle bounce to be found."
"Maybe ease up on the liquor there, dude" you chuckled. "At this rate the only thing getting skipped is you if you keep pitching rocks into the tide."
JJ squinted at you through blue eyes, a crooked grin emerging. "You tryin' to steal my thunder, [Name]? Think you c'n do better?"
You rolled your eyes playfully, not wanting to provoke the drunk boy. “Oh no, honey. I'll never be better than you... don't you think it's better to go back to the chateau and do this tomorrow? It’s too late.”
“But it's still early!" JJ exclaimed dramatically, a pout on his lips like a child. You walked close to him, taking the rock from his hand and wrapping your arms around his neck. “It’s already 2 am, let’s go in, bae.”
You dropped the stone on the ground and grabbed his hand, trying to take him to the chateau, but he had another idea as he gently pulled you by the hand and collided you with him, grabbing you by the hips and throwing you onto his shoulders.
“JJ, put me down now!” You cried between laughs, feeling your clothes being soaked as they were impacted by the waves.
“Oh darling, don't be like that, the sea is callin’ uss…” he smiled, throwing you into the water without warning, holding your waist as he drowned in laughter.
You emerged from the water, your hair wet and your makeup smudged. You tried to look angry, but quickly failed to let your smile appear, pointing your finger at him accusingly. “You're so dead, Maybank!”
“You wouldn't lay a finger on me, doll” he said, suddenly sounding sober. He pulled you by the waist your bodies collided.
Your clothes clung heavily to your skin as JJ pulled you against his frame, the crashing waves swirling about your tummy.
"And just what do you think you're doing, Maybank?" you narrowed your eyes, though his proximity made your breath quicken.
JJ fixed you with a piercing blue stare, fingers tracing idle patterns along your waist. "Dunno, just feel like dancin' under the moonlight with my girl."
You sucked in a breath as his touch sent sparks through your dampened limbs. "Oh? And since when have I been 'your girl'?"
A low chuckle rumbled in JJ's chest. "Since the moment I laid eyes on you, darlin." His head dipped lower, hot breath ghosting your lips.
Heart pounding, you tangled your hands in his sodden shirt, desire and irritation warring within. "You insufferable ass, I fucking hate you."
Your words hovered between you, anticipation crackling in the narrow space that remained. Then, slowly, mercilessly, JJ's smiling mouth met your own in a searing kiss that made the bay's icy waters feel balmy by comparison.
When you broke apart, you were quick to hide your face in his neck. “I look like a mess…” your voice muffled by JJ’s wet clothes.
He removed your face from his neck, lifting your gaze as he placed his finger on your chin. “The prettiest mess.”
TWO:
Warmth enveloped you as consciousness slowly emerged from the fog of sleep. Blinking blearily, memories of the previous night came rushing back.
A smile crept onto your lips as you burrowed deeper into firm muscle and cotton sheets. JJ's steady breathing stirred your damp hair, his arms secure about your bare waist. You turned gently in his hold to glimpse his face, relaxed in slumber. He looked years younger sans smirk or swagger, boyish features softened in repose.
Trailing light fingers across his stubbled jaw, you pondered how you had arrived at this moment. JJ had always stirred something primal within - thrilling yet terrifying in equal measure. But beneath his rough exterior beat a heart of gold, a loyalty you couldn't help but crave.
As the morning sun crested over the horizon, JJ began to stir. Those fathomless blue eyes blinked open, drowsy and confused at first, then lighting with joy upon meeting your gaze.
"Mornin', beautiful," he rasped, sleep rough voice sending shivers down your spine.
"Morning," you smiled shyly, still half expecting this moment of intimacy to dissipate like a dream upon waking.
But JJ only held you closer, nuzzling his nose against your neck until you dissolved into giggles. "Sleep well?"
"Best I've had in ages," you admitted softly. Fingers trailing down his chest, you traced swirling patterns over tan skin and ropey muscle.
JJ shuddered almost imperceptibly at your touch, large hands tracing your own curves with featherlight reverence. "Last night...this morning...everything just feels right with you, like I'm exactly where I'm meant to be."
Your heart swelled almost painfully at the rare display of vulnerability in those crystalline eyes. "Oh JJ..."
Cupping your jaw, he locked your gazes with an intensity that stole your breath. "You're my everything, [Name].”
You hugged him that morning, feeling all the emotions flow through your body electrically. The rest, as they say, is history.
THREE:
You kicked off your shoes aggressively enough to leave a mark on your heel. Fresh tears spilled from your eyes and soaked your entire face.
You let small sobs escape as you made your way to your bed, letting your body slump and your face sink into the pillow pathetically.
You needed that job. All your sleepless nights working in that restaurant for nothing, the senseless scolding you heard from your boss for nothing. Your father was going to kill you when he found out that you had wiped out your only source of money, and you were slowly falling into despair knowing that that night he would come home and you would have to tell him the news.
Exhausted, you let the tears come out unhindered. At some point, your door opened revealing JJ, who already knew you had been fired when you told him via text. He had a bag of sweets in his hands, and when he saw your condition, he dropped it on the floor and walked towards you, climbing on top of you and placing his face in the crook of your neck.
JJ's body curled protectively around yours as you wept, soaking the collar of his shirt with tears. He gripped you tightly, as if willing his strength to seep into your bones through sheer force of will.
"Shhh, I've got you darlin', just let it out," he whispered into your hair. His hands traced soothing circles over your quaking form, lingering in all the places he knew could ease tension from your aching muscles.
Slowly, your sobs began to peter out, exhaustion leeching the will to despair from your pores. But where the anguish had seeped away, JJ's steady presence flooded in to fill the void - his sturdy warmth, the callouses of his palms, familiar scent of sea and motor oil wrapped around your senses like a security blanket.
As your breathing calmed, JJ leaned back just enough to cup your swollen face between his hands and press kisses to each damp eyelid. "Look at me, sweetheart. We're gonna fix this, you hear? Fuck that bastard boss of yours. I'm here with you, okay? Always."
His blue eyes shone with defiance, determination to lift you where you could not yourself. And in that gaze you found solace, an anchor when the world felt tipped. Clinging to his shirt, you nodded tiredly. He wiped away your remaining tears, smiling and kissing your forehead gently, hugging you in that moment.
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crookedteethed · 11 days
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18+ Thinking about how the Rafe's would react to reader telling him she’s pregnant.
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Season one Rafe would first definitely act like he doesn't remember sleeping with you, especially if you tell him while you're both at a party and all his friends are around, and he's got a cocaine nose job and he thinks everything's funny. You both know that this is a lie because the night you two had sex--straight up fucked--your cunt had Rafe totally whipped. He was coming back for more ( 4 more times, to be exact. Late nights on his boat, in secluded areas on the beach.).
Afterward, whenever you two would see each other on the island, you'd catch him staring at you; he caught himself trying to see if he could spot your baby bump; he'd totally deny this, though. When Topper goes to ask whose the chick he'd been staring down, Rafe would say:
"That's the slut that claims she's having my baby, but it ain't mine."
Season two Rafe would straight up tell you to abort it, and if you didn't listen to him the first time, he'd ask you if you wanted him to abort it for you. Also, I feel like he would go into a frenzy/have a panic attack when three months pass, and he sees you kept the baby. So now he has to explain to his father that he was the dope that got a chick pregnant during a one-night stand. But instead of taking the anger out on you, the baby, or even the pogues, he'd take it out on himself and go on a seven-day party bender.
Season three Rafe would like the idea of being a father and starting a family, especially with you, because you're the first girl he's been with for seven consecutive months (that's a lifetime for Rafe). He would get himself excited about the thought of having a baby (he hopes a boy) so he could officially embody the role of being the "Man of the house." (having a baby to Rafe is like an accessory to him.) He'd take the opportunity to raise his child differently than Ward had raised him, and then he'd show Ward how his offspring became such an outstanding person—something Ward could never do.
During your pregnancy, you both get yourselves excited about baby shopping and coming up with baby names; you and Rafe would also start thinking about marriage, I feel like he'd become more of a tits guy than an ass guy because of how plump your breast got, and I also feel like he would develop a slight breeding kink too during this time, touching and kissing your round belly whenever you two made love, knowing he's the one responsible for making you look like this.
But when the baby comes (It's a pretty little girl--he wanted a boy, but a girl would do. His logic: Girls are boys without a dick. He'd just have to make sure his little girl doesn't turn out such a pogue slut like his sister, Sarah.) Rafe realizes that he doesn't want to be a father anymore. It's too restrictive and time-consuming. How many years does he have to do this? 18?!
Honorable mentions: In each season, the word would spread to Ward, and whether or not Rafe wanted to keep the baby, Ward would force Rafe to take responsibility. "Take responsibility" in a Ward Cameron way; He'd bride you and your family. He is giving you all the desired amount of cash to either get an abortion or move away (or both) because he wouldn't want to ruin the Cameron image. Lord knows how the island would see his family if his bastard son gave birth to a bastard child.
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Pairing - JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader Summary - Y/n is the kook JJ has been effortlessly in love with for years now. Only problem being: she didn't date pogues. Warnings - good bit of angst, alcohol use, implications of sex Words - 2.2K
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JJ should have been used to it by now. The flashy dresses which hugged her figure like a glove; the way her eyelids would flutter at the sight of any half-decent man; the smile she wore which was ever so slick and sinister. JJ also should have known that any kook with no originality or personality (pretty much all of them) would have brought Y/n here, to the restaurant he worked at.
Some would call it a coincidence that JJ happened to be on shift that night, but the boy himself believed this was God looking to taunt him. Her giggles erupted through the rest of the candle-lit room. Kook couples and families all intertwined, forkfuls of food and a demand for the waiter's attention. Yet the only attention that JJ cared for was Y/n's - and she was giving  her all to the mediocre first date.
"And you know, the Grady White, it's a good boat, but it has nothing on the original." JJ overheard Y/n's date explain. He was some level-headed kook whose personality consisted of the white polo shirt he was currently wearing and boats apparently.
He slowed by their table, struggling to keep any sort of eye contact that wasn't a burning glare. "Can I get you guys anything else?" He questioned. "The bill?" Please say yes, JJ pleaded within his head. Whenever she didn't get another drink after the third course, the date had been a futile one.
But she flashed a smile and flicked her hair around as to face the blond, "Just another wine please." And like that, any hope faded from his pupils. He nodded, gave her date a stare before turning and rushing back to the kitchen.
She'd had two drinks after the third course. JJ knew what that meant: she was taking him home. He had talked to the girl enough as well as watched enough of these dates play out, and he was well aware of her tells. JJ knew when Y/n was interested in actually getting to know the date, when she definitely wasn't and when, like now, she was only interested in taking him home. And no matter how hard he tried, preyed and attempted to slither his way in, JJ was never one of her bachelors.
He was lucky to grab her before she slipped from the restaurant. His hand gently tugging at her arm, prompting her focus on him. "Hey," His voice was breathy, a whisper against the air between them. "You really going home with this idiot?" His head nodded to the door where, passed such, her date was awaiting their taxi.
A laugh escaped her lips, "What? You gonna stop me?" There emerged that smile, that sickening, sweet smile JJ was captivated by.
His hand never left from her arm. It lingered. "I just- he doesn't know what he's talking about." The blond had huffed. "That stuff about boats. I mean that's- it's obscene, you know that, Y/n."
"JJ, I'm not gonna reject him over his preference in boats." Her chuckle steadied as she suddenly became eager to join the man.
But the pogue tilted his head, never daring to let his touch leave her. "Maybe you should." His tone was serious. Only to be broken by the grin which was hanging at Y/n's lips.
"I'll see you later." And like that, she turned, taking steps away from him as his finger tips fell from her forearm.
As he had done a hundred times before, JJ watched the girl leave. He should have been collecting the bill of the other table, but he chose it better to loom for a moment, right until her shadow exited the restaurant completely and he was left wondering if Y/n would ever turn to a pogue and take them on a similar date.
By the next morning, there came no surprise to JJ when the girl wondered in. No longer dressed in her silky, expensive material but rather denim shorts and a t-shirt. The sort of thing she'd never wear to a date. The sort of thing she only wore around her friends, people like JJ for instance who was setting up for their lunch time rush.
"Later than I expected." He called as she drew closer to the boy. He had napkins shoved in both hands, rushing as he placed them down on the different tables.
There still lingered that smile at Y/n's lips. But her nightly experience had urged the enthusiasm to fade. "The guy wouldn't leave till he got my number." She informed, tailing behind him as she did many mornings after dates. "Had to give him a fake one." There came no reply from JJ and Y/n swore she had never seen someone so focused on napkins. "Here, let me-"
Her hands were reaching out to a grasp them, to help her friend, but her offer had been snatched away. JJ turned, a sour look dwindling in his pupils. "I've got it." He huffed before continuing on. "You ever think that maybe this isn't working for you?" He questioned, eyes centred on the tables he was decorating.
Y/n's brow raised, "What do you mean?"
"The dates." Said JJ, finally glancing to meet her dull expression. There came no smile anymore, just a reflection of apathy. "None of them seem to be turning into anything."
She thought on it for a moment but found herself shrugging, "Hm, I guess." JJ paused too as to face the girl. "But I've got the best system going. Possible bachelor walks in and I've already got JJ Maybank as my wingman for the night." She giggled at her words - something JJ hadn't accompanied her with.
"You ever think about dating someone who you've actually had more than one conversation with." He suggested, treading lightly into these uncharted waters.
"And where's the fun in that?" There laid a cheeky glint in her eye that JJ attempted (and failed) to ignore as he shook his head, walking back towards the front of house.
"I wouldn't have to listen to you complaining every week for one." He noted.
Absant-mindedly, Y/n swung an arm around JJ's shoulder. It was in that moment that the boy truly couldn't ignore the glint which settled in her gaze. "But I tip you so much." She argued.
His head tilted, "You mean you get your 'bachelors-" He added the air quotation marks to such, "to pay."
Y/n hummed, "Same difference."
"I honestly don't know why I help you." JJ uttered.
The girl leaned closer to him, "Because you love me." A paused followed before she continued, "And if you didn't, then who would I pretend is my toxic ex-boyfriend whenever a guy starts giving my the creeps."
Her arms slipped from him and she watched this expression mould carefully. All this time Y/n had been bombing on about dates, this and that, she had yet to come to note the sorrow look which was drowning JJ. The glimpse of such had made the smile dissipate from Y/n herself. "I can't do this forever, Y/n." The blond admitted.
"What do you mean?" Her words came with a chuckle as to try and lighten the suddenly thick atmosphere; it hadn't worked.
"I mean, my job isn't to play pretend boyfriend for you, or listen to how terrible or fantastic your date is going." He was seething and Y/n had never seen JJ so agitated. "My job is to wait tables, to clear plates and clean tables. I guess as a kook you don't understand that."
She shifted, a part of her aching just knowing this was how JJ felt, "JJ, I'm sorry, I didn't realise-"
"Of course you didn't." He interjected before giving her the chance to continue with his words. "All you talk to me about is this guy and that one. You know now I think on it, I can't remember the last time you actually gave a shit about what was going on in my life. I shouldn't even be surprised. You're a kook, what's it matter to you the shit that's going on in my pathetic pogue life."
The boy was about to turn, barely having it in him to look at that down-hearted expression the girl wore. But, before he was able to do so, Y/n reached out, her hand cupping his. "I'm sorry that maybe I'm bad at showing it, but I care so much for you JJ." He knew he was weak against her soft gaze. "I really do."
But as his gaze flickered between her and her hands, he couldn't bare it anymore. "Yeah, well maybe it's not that you're bad at showing it, maybe you just don't at all." And like that, he snatched his palm away, turned his back and rushed off so Y/n couldn't follow him.
She stood in the loneliness of the restaurant with thoughts flooding. Never had she stood in the spot she was now without someone at her side. Suddenly, Y/n came to realise how daunting that empty space was. It taunted her and she wanted nothing but than for JJ to return. But it seemed that, without even realising it, she had just drove the boy away.
It lasted a week. Y/n tossed and turned rather than sleeping. Her mind was a wandering mess and she couldn't even fill such with the futile dates she would usually arrange. So, rather, she had no choice but to fumble around her thoughts. Her mind went over and over the words JJ had spat at her that day. And she wondered if she would ever be able to make it up to him.
With JJ's words in mind, she strung together a plan. She contacted the restaurant, making sure he wasn't working that Saturday night and once such was confirmed, she organised the rest of her plan. As was her usual, Y/n was in her silky dresses, her hair perfected and her smile not daring to faulter. The only difference being that this night in particular, she wasn't waiting outside some kook house, or waiting for some flashy sports car to show up. Instead, she was in the cut, wandering up to JJ Maybanks looking like she didn't belong.
Her knuckles gripped the flowers in her hand as she huffed, climbing up to JJ's porch. With her free hand, she knocked against it, waiting patiently as heavy footsteps followed. The door swung open so abruptly it had almost made the girl jump. "Well, hello there, pretty lady." Sung Luke.
Y/n had only met JJ's dad a couple of times. Though, he was usually drunk or high when that had happened. But she'd heard stories. Some from JJ, some from other people on the island. Criminal, scum, dirty pogue. He lived up to the stories. "Erm, sorry, is JJ in?" She questioned, hoping she could keep conversation with Luke to a minimum.
He gave her the once over before his head turned back, "JJ! There's some rich lady at the door for you!" He yelled, loitering at the door before their came rumbles of sound from another part of the house.
"What? Dad I told you to send sales people away-" His words were aimless until he came from his room, his eyes settling on the girl who was standing in the doorway. "Y/n." He spoke her name like a breath of fresh air.
She offered a smile, "Hi."
JJ gave his dad a glance before taking his place, Luke wandering further into the house. "What are you doing here?" He inquired, staring between her dress, the flowers and her features.
"Showing you I care." She passed over the flowers and he took them with knitted brows.
"You bought be flowers?"
The girl could only shrug, "And there's a table booked at 7."
The boy wanted to be mad, but he couldn't. Not with the way she was looking at him. "What? Am I meant to be your date for the night?" There was humour in his tone.
"You'd have to forgive for that." She tested the waters with her words.
And when he took a step out onto the porch, she knew she had won against the odds. "And I here I was thinking you didn't date pogues." He said, coming to her side, offering his arm.
Y/n linked it with her own, "Only you." Her eyes glistened at him. Not like they did with the kooks she walked at the side of. Tonight, they were glistening in relief that the one boy she truly cared for finally saw such.
They hadn't even made it to the car when JJ had leaned over, brow raised, "You are gonna pay for it right?" A giggle escaped her lips. But she certainly owed it him.
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appocalipse · 1 month
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summary: during a stupid party, your friend JJ gets into a fight with your ex-boyfriend (that so happens to be a Kook) to "defend your honor". you, of course, don't like it in the least. | 1k
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Long after everyone has left, JJ finds you outside, sitting on the edge of the worn, wooden dock with your legs dangling over the calm sea. You must hear him coming and know that it's just him, because you don't turn around even when he steps onto the wood planks, dragging his feet a little just to be sure.
You haven't said a word since leaving the party an hour ago, and it's killing JJ.
Tentatively, he drops down beside you. You still don't look at him.
"You're angry," he states the obvious, his eyes scanning you.
The wind tousles your hair and you smooth it out of your face, huffing a quiet little breath through your nose. "How observant."
"I'm sorry." He means it, too. He understands that what he did may have escalated things, and if there's one thing he hates, it's being the cause of a problem. But when he sees people being little shits and putting their stupid hands where they don't belong, like that piece of garbage asshole had...
"Oh, are you? For what?"
JJ is brought back to the present, his train of thought pausing as he turns to face you. Your arms are locked tightly together, defensively, and you stare out at the ocean, blinking once, slowly. Waiting.
Lips parting slowly, JJ racks his brain for a witty response, but he can't for the life of him figure it out. "Well, I would be, if you'd tell me what I did."
Your fingers curl around the edge of the dock. "Unbelievable."
"What?!"
"You seriously can't figure it out?" When you finally face him, JJ's taken aback by the flurry of emotions he finds in your eyes: anger, confusion, sadness, frustration. It makes his heart clench and ache like an old wound. "He's a fucking Kook, JJ, he could have had the cops called on you, or worse."
"I-"
"Your record's already bad enough, okay? Why don't you ever think about what could happen? He could have pressed charges!" Your voice has gone almost shrill. "Worse, he could have really hurt you. Then what? How do you think I'd feel?"
For a moment, the air rings with the last vibrations of your voice before it's engulfed by the quiet drone of nature once more. You sound angry, a little scared, but underneath it all, there's worry.
JJ reaches out a hand, resting it tentatively on your forearm, but you tear your eyes away and stand. "Don't-"
But it's too late.
He gets to his feet, too. "Come on. Seriously, do you really think I'd just let someone do that? Touch you like that?"
"No, but-"
"I don't care if he's a Kook. I don't care if he has fifty guys with him. If someone touches you or says shit, I'm gonna put 'em on their asses. It doesn't matter who it is." JJ steps forward, and when you don't step back, his expression softens. He lifts his hands, cradling your face so gently, like it's something fragile and beautiful, and his calloused thumbs brush lightly over your cheekbones.
"Don't touch me," you mutter half-heartedly, even as you lean into his touch.
"You want me to stop?" JJ's gaze falls to your lips, and you know he's not talking about just the touching. You both know there's always been something else simmering below the surface, between you, and now it's threatening to spill over.
"Your cheek's bleeding," you whisper instead of answering, lifting a hand to brush your thumb over the shallow cut on his face.
"He missed."
"Barely."
JJ cracks a crooked smile, his nose crinkling as he leans in, stopping just short of kissing you, waiting for you.
A second ticks by. Two.
"So, we're good, right?" he murmurs. "No more mad?"
Your eyes flutter shut, and you breathe in his familiar, comforting scent, leaning closer until your foreheads are almost touching. "If you get arrested, I'm not bailing you out."
His eyes glitter in amusement as you open yours again. "That's a yes."
"I hate you."
His thumb smooths softly along your cheekbone again, then his nose gently brushes against yours. "No, you don't."
You can feel his warmth, the gentle rise and fall of his chest. He's so close.
"No, I don't," you concede, letting out a defeated sigh. "I was just...really worried."
"Hey, I wasn't about to lose to a Kook prick like him. Not with your honor at stake." His tone has fallen softer now, warm.
You crack a smile. "My honor?"
JJ presses a little closer, and your heart flips. "Mhmm, and besides. I've always got your back."
You reach up, resting your hands over his. "I know."
Your gaze flits down to his mouth, and his tongue peeks out to wet his lower lip before his mouth draws into a mischievous little smirk. "So..."
"So..." You raise your eyes to his. "Are you.."
JJ leans forward, but stops just before his lips can brush over yours. "Am I...?"
Your heart thuds against your ribcage, and you tilt your chin up slightly. "Going to kiss m-"
Your words die off in a soft, contented hum as JJ's lips meet yours in a slow, sweet kiss. He's gentle, his hands holding you like he can't believe you're real, like you'll slip right through his fingers any minute now and he has to make the most of this, because it'll never happen again.
You kiss him back, trying to tell him without words that you're right here and not going anywhere.
When JJ pulls back, it's only enough to break the kiss, and he doesn't go far. He rests his forehead against yours, his breath coming in a contented exhale, and he laughs, low and sweet, his fingers curling against the sides of your face.
"Well, damn, if that's what happens when I get in fights with Kooks..."
You can't help but smile. "Don't you dare."
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lovelyjj · 30 days
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Hi I was wondering if you could do reader sitting at the restaurant with her boyfriend jj or Rafe and their with some friends and reader is scrolling through TikTok and ask jj or Rafe to do this trend (if not just ignore this)
TikTok Trend
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a/n: I lowkey hate this i’m so sorry it’s short but thank you so much for requesting!
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The restaurant was fairly busy. You were with your friends, the pogues and your boyfriend JJ. You were waiting for your food and talking about what you were gonna do next.
“We could go out on the boat,” John B suggested.
“Or we could do a bonfire at the beach,” Kiara chimed in.
“That sounds nice,” you admitted.
Eventually your food arrived and you all enjoyed eating. The waitress refilled your drinks and you appreciated it. After you were done eating you pulled out your phone.
You started scrolling on tiktok, mindlessly looking at videos. Then you stumbled upon a trend. The trend was to pretend you don’t know each other and then hug or kiss. You immediately wanted to do it with JJ.
“Jayj?” you called.
“Yes sweetheart?” JJ replied.
“Will you film a tiktok with me?” you asked.
“Yeah sure.”
“Ok you have to pretend you don’t know me and then bump into me and then kiss or hug me,” you explained.
“Sounds good,” JJ confirmed he herd you.
The restaurant you were eating at was on the pier. So the two of you excused yourselves and walked down the pier a little bit. Once you found an open spot with no other people walking around, you set up your phone.
You leaned your phone against the railing and hit record. You and JJ got into frame and avoided each others gaze. You started walking and JJ started walking towards you. You bumped into each other and gave each other confusing looks.
Then JJ grabbed your face with both hands on your cheeks. He kissed you with passion. He walked you backwards. Then the video stopped because the time was filled up.
“Let’s do it one more time just in case ok?” you suggested.
“Yeah ok,” JJ responded.
You set it up to record again and then backed up. JJ was looking away from you and you were looking away from him when you bumped into each other, and then looked confused. JJ stepped back a bit while you stayed in place.
JJ came running at you and scooped you up in his arms while you laughed. It was so cute. You went to retrieve your phone and watch the video back. You showed JJ and he thought it was perfect.
“Which one should I post?” you asked JJ.
“Hmm i don’t know maybe the first one,” JJ suggested.
You watched the first one and agreed with JJ. That was the one to post. It encompassed JJ perfectly. You were happy with it and you had a good time doing the trend.
As you walked back to your seats you posted the video on tiktok. You thought it was funny and sweet. Eventually you returned back to the table with your friends.
Later that day you were at the beach doing a bonfire. You were sitting on JJ’s lap around the fire with his arms wrapped around you. Everyone enjoyed the fire and the sound of the waves.
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The next morning you decided to check tiktok and you were blown away to see so many likes and comments.
Sarbear190: you guys are the cutest <3
JohnBeeee: JJ is a monstrosity
Kiarawithak: in love with your relationship
thepopeheyward: You two make me believe in true love.
Cleoisabaddie: Life is not perfect but the two of you are.
JJmaybank87: Love you forever and ever baby
There was quite a bit of other comments gushing over you and JJ. Comments like “goals” and “you’re so lucky.” The video did well, it got a lot of likes and you were pleased.
JJ was laying down next to you in bed. You put your hand on his cheek and said, “Good morning baby boy.”
“Good morning princess,” JJ grumbled.
You gave JJ a kiss on his lips before saying “I love you. We should make tiktoks more often.”
“I love you too and yeah of course we’re naturals.”
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rafeandonlyrafe · 2 months
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warnings: 18+ only, smut, male receiving oral, public, blowjob, car head (but hes not driving)
“what the fuck is this flimsy shit?” rafes fingers feel the material of the changing room curtain after he hung the clothes up that you've been piling up in his arms while you flitted around the store.
“i know, i wish they had a door.” you say with a roll of your eye. you set your bag and phone down on the stool before turning to rafe. “thanks baby, you can sit down.” you gesture towards the couches in the fitting rooms, already a couple other boyfriends lounging around.
“alright…” rafe eyes the curtain wearily before cupping your jaw, pressing a quick kiss to your lips.
when he sits down, rafe makes sure to plop down on a cushion that allows him an easy line of sight to your changing room. you are blissfully unaware of rafes displeasure as you changing into the first dress, finding it a little too tight but still deciding to step out and show rafe.
“what do you think?” you walk between the couches, not noticing the eyes of the other men also looking at you. you assume since rafe would never even glance at another girl that the other boyfriends would give you anything more than a quick look.
you twirl around so rafe can see the back of the dress. “i think it's a little too tight around my ass, do you like it though?”
“shit, baby.” rafe groans, standing up and frowning at the men who quickly look away as he puts his hands on your hips, pushing you back towards your changing room.
“what is it rafe?” you whine, almost tripping over as he moves you back into the small room.
“they were all staring at you baby!” he grunts out.
“okay?” you cross your arms, pushing your chest up even more in the low cut dress, almost breaking rafes attention. “why do you care anyone else looks at me? you know im yours.”
“because, men are fucking creeps.” rafe says. “and you look really fucking hot in this dress, but yeah it's too tight.”
“okay.” you nod, rubbing your hands over rafes shoulders. “let me try on my next dress, yeah?” hoping your soft tone calms him down.
“fine.” rafe huffs, accepting your kiss as you wrap your arms around his shoulders, pressing your body against his as rafes hand moves down from your waist to grip your bum.
“be out in a minute.” you step away, smirking at rafe as you pull the curtain closed. rafe cautiously takes his seat again, eyeing the men who suddenly all have their eyes casted down.
rafe glares as one of the guys stands up to head back into the main section of the store, and rafe swears that he tries to peak past the edge of your curtain, his head turning just enough when passing your dressing room that rafe shoots to his feet.
“rafey, is that you baby?” you call when a shadow darkens your curtain, hands coming to hold either edge to the wall, keeping it taut.
“it’s okay, just change.” rafe grunts.
“i’m in my next dress, do you wanna see?” you call.
rafe tugs the curtain open just enough for him to step inside. “i love it. we’re getting it.” rafe says, taking the clothes that you haven’t tried on yet off the hook, hanging them over his arm. “we’re getting all of them.” “but i haven’t tried them on yet.” you pout.
“you can give me a personal try on fashion show at home baby, lets just go.” rafe leans to pick up the clothes you came in in off the seat, pressing them into your hands.
“okay, okay.” you sigh, taking the dress off under rafes watchful eye before redressing, adding the dress to the heap of clothing in his arms. “whats got you so worked up?”
“just wanna get home.” rafe says, tired of being on guard, needing to just be at peace with you in his arms, no other man around.
“okay, baby.” you coo, wrapping your arm around rafes bicep as he carries the clothes out of the changing area and towards the register.
rafe doesn’t make a big deal of paying, he never does, loving to spoil you, especially when most of the clothes you buy you wear for him.
he takes the bags of clothing before you can even reach for them, his hand coming to the small of your back as he leads you out of the shopping mall, towards the parking lot.
“rafey, slow down.” you complain as he hustles through the car park. “my legs aren’t as long as yours.” “sorry, sorry.” rafe slows his pace, glad his truck is within sight. he helps you into the passenger seat once you get there before throwing the bags into the back seat, rounding the hood with eyes on constant alert still, unable to relax yet.
“thanks for shopping with me.” you say as rafe climbs in, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek, seeing his jaw unclench and shoulders drop a little. 
rafe turns his head to give you a proper kiss as his hands fumble with the keys before starting the car, giving you another peck before turning towards the road, backing out of the spot and navigating the large truck through the parking lot.
“pull over here.” you point to an empty lot, in front of a store that closed down a while ago.
“why?” rafe questions, a slight hint of annoyance in his voice, wanting to get you home alone as soon as possible.
“just do it.” you hum, a teasing smile on your face as you unbuckle and then lean over, pushing the folded down center console out of the way as you rub your hand over the front of rafes pants the second the car is shifted into park.
“baby-” rafe groans, his head falling back against the headrest.
“wanna thank you for buying those clothes for me.” you say, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as you undo his pants button before tugging the zipper down, pulling the two sides of his pants open to reveal his boxers.
you press your lips against the fabric of his underwear, feeling his cock thicken as you kiss along his length, the zipper pressing against your chin, but you ignore it in favor of pressing your tongue to wet the fabric even further.
“fuck, baby.” rafe groans, hands coming to his hips as he tugs his pants and underwear down, not caring that anyone could drive into the parking lot and see what is going on. his truck is tall enough with tinted windows that he isn't worried.
“mmm, so hard and big for me.” you coo, placing your hand on the base of his cock, giving it a few strokes as you watch in fascination as a big of precum leaks out of his tip.
you lean forward, tongue sneaking out as you lap over the head of his cock, tongue slithering over the slit.
rafes hand comes to the back of your head, pushing you down. you barely cover your teeth in time as your mouth opens, letting him push you down until your lips reach where your hand is wrapped around his length.
“good girl, that's it.” rafe purrs out, his voice deep and sultry as you suck, tongue rubbing along his cock as you begin to move your head, pulling off his cock slightly before pressing back down.
you moan around rafes length, loving how stretched your cheeks have to get, how deep down he reaches your throat as you bob your head, his hand still resting against your curls, providing a slight amount of pressure to encourage you to continue.
“wish those dicks in the store could see you. instead of staring at your ass they could stare at you sucking me.” rafes frustration is clear in his voice, and despite his dick in your mouth, you roll your eyes as you continue to move, knowing it's ridiculous that he cares so much when you only have eyes for rafe.
you pull off his dick with a plop, immediately beginning to stroke your hand. “no need to be jealous baby.” 
“im not jealous.” rafe grunts as your thumb swipes over the head of his cock. “just annoyed that they think they can look at what's mine.”
you go to respond when rafe pushes your head back down, other hand coming to hold you as well as he begins to thrust his hips up, your hand having to come to his thigh to stabilize yourself as he fucks your mouth, his hips moving up and down off the seat to plunge deep down your throat.
you are used to taking him, but not in his position as you gag slightly, but the noises just spur rafe on as he moves faster.
“such a nice warm mouth for me baby.” rafe says, panting as his arms continue to work you up and down. “such a tight throat.”
you swallow around his cock at the praise, tightening the walls of your throat even further around his dick as rafes hips thrust up.
“so close.” he warns, breath quickening as his cock pushes in and out of your mouth quickly before he lifts up, shoving your head as far down as he can, nose nuzzling into his skin as he cums, releasing deep down your throat as he moans.
you swallow obediently as rafe slumps back down. you pull off slowly, pressing gentle kisses along his length as he softens before sitting up, patting at your chin to fix your ruined makeup as rafe tucks himself back into his pants.
“thank you for taking me shopping rafey, can't wait to try all the new clothes on.” you coo, pressing a kiss to his cheek before sliding back over to your seat, doing your seat belt as if nothing happened.
“can't wait to fuck you in your new clothes when we get home.” rafe says, clearing his throat as he shakes his head, trying to get back in the right mindset to drive home.
“mhm, after i try everything on though.” you clarify.
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Face Down - JJ Maybank Imagine
A/N: Okay so this is my very first outer banks fic and it got very long very fast. It's 3k words and I'm so excited about it!
TW: Domestic abuse, violence, blood, cursing, and I think that's it
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Growing up in the outer banks was a lot like growing up in paradise. You got to go out to the marsh almost every day in summer, you got hang out with your best friends in the entire world the pogues, oh and you had your boyfriend who you kind of adored.. on some days.
In all honesty, Hunter was a lot to handle. He was arrogant. He was abrasive. He was a kook, and he never wanted your friends to forget it. He hated how you hung out with “trash” even though that’s how you grew up. He was classist, as most of them are. But, somehow he managed to charm you into dating him.
The boys were very adamant on their dislike of the man you called your boyfriend; especially JJ, your absolute best friend of the bunch. You had grow up next door to him and the two of you became inseparable at a very young age. You did everything together. Everything. That is, until Hunter came around and you distanced yourself quite a bit.
“Are you even listening to me?” Hunter’s voice cut through the haze of concentration you had on your phone, your fingers typing back in the group chat between you and your four best friends. You swallowed thickly and looked up at him, nodding. “I said-“ And he was ranting about something completely stupid, your eyes rolling as you just nodded and pretended to be listening before going back to texting.
You were in the middle of a conversation with JJ when your phone got ripped out of your hand, Hunter’s fingers scrolling up and down the text messages as he chuckled and looked down at you. “Oh, so we’re going to the boneyard tonight, are we?” He smirked and tucked your phone into his pocket before backing you up against the wall, his arms on either side of your face. “If I see you messing around with Gaybank and the other losers, we are through. Do you understand me?” His voice was a sneer as you winced and nodded, a single tear rolling down your cheeks as he moved his arm to press against your neck for a few seconds. “Good. Get ready. We leave in 10.”
You let out a shaky breath as you walked over to your makeup vanity, lifting up your shirt to peak at the purple and yellow bruises that dotted your skin. They were reminders of how angry Hunter could get, each one aching more and more as you sat and stared at them. They were the reason you always tried to stay out of the water lately. You claimed it was because you couldn’t swim, but everyone knew better. They just couldn’t figure out your excuse.
A few minutes later Hunter showed up and told you it was time to go, his words leaving no room for argument as you got into the car and you headed off towards the boneyard. Your eyes were fixated on the trees passing outside the window, a sad look in them compared to your naturally happy glow. Your friends would instantly know something was happening, especially when you weren’t hanging around them. The thought was enough to make your stomach drop as you pulled up and could heard the loud buzz of activity.
Hunter got out first, walking around to open your door for you. He could be such a good actor when he needed to be and he could easily play a gentleman in public. He smiled as he wrapped an arm around your waist, his eyes scanning the beach instantly until they landed on Topper and Sarah. He let out a loud whistle, almost all eyes turning to look at you. He had to be the center of attention.
You looked down at the sand, wanting to completely disappear in that moment; especially when you felt an all too familiar blue-eyes boy gazing at you. His gaze was glazed over, the smoke leaving his lips showing up in his physical appearance. He held his hand up in a silent wave, his eyes watching as hunter tightens his grip on you and steers you away. “Remember what I said.” He pretends to press a kiss to your temple, a growl leaving his lips before he stands up straight and leaves you standing with Sarah. You sit there quietly as she runs off, your eyes on Topper and Hunter as they each shotgunned a beer.
“Hey, stranger.” You felt an all too familiar arm wrap around you and pick you up, spinning you around. You let out a surprised squeal and a gasp, a small smile actually making its way to your lips at JJ’s antics. Sure, you had been warned, but you didn’t care anymore. You were going to have fun with your friends and you would reap the consequences later. You wrapped your arms around him in a hug, your hands instantly moving to take his hat and sling it on your head. “We’ve missed you.” He playfully pushes your arm and points over to John B and Kie who are both watching the two of you, waving you over.
“I’ve missed you guys too. Life has just been…busy.” The hesitation in your voice makes JJ raise an eyebrow at you, his eyes scanning your features intently as he debates whether to question you or not. He finally decides to brush it off and bring it up later, his hand finding the small of your back as he leads you over to the keg John B was leaning on. He filled up a cup and handed it to you, smirking as all of you downed the liquid together after a synchronized version of cheers.
“We never see you around anymore. Don’t tell us you’re going full kook.” John B had a playful tone to his voice as he looked at you and you just shook your head, JJ watching as something unknown flashed in your eyes. He really needed to get you alone and talk to you. However, right as he tried too, you heard a voice that cut through you like a knife. “Well, well, well. Maybank, I’m gonna steal my girl back from you.” You froze as Hunter’s voice rang out behind you, his hand landing on your shoulder. His fingers dug into the skin that your tank top left exposed, slight finger marks popping up there.
JJ opened his mouth to say something to your arrogant boyfriend before you just went along with it, telling the pogues bye and walking off with the man that was supposed to love you. You thought he would walk you towards his friends, but he walked you to a secluded part of the beach that was usually used for fucking. You felt your blood run cold as you approached this area of the island, your gaze constantly going over your shoulder. You caught JJ’s eyes and noticed him trailing behind you guys at a small distance, concern evident in the way he was clutching his waist. Fucking hell, he had his gun on him.
You turned back around just in time to see Hunter getting scary close, your back hitting a nearby tree as he let out a sadistic laugh. “You just couldn’t listen, could you?” The words came out of his mouth before he reared his hand back and slapped you, the sound echoing off the trees around you. You stumbled, your hand coming up to your face as you let out a quiet whimper. You were trying to scoot away from him, desperately kicking at the sand to get some traction. You felt tears rolling down your cheeks as you tried to beg for him to not hurt you anymore. You begged and pleaded before he was helping you up, saying he was done. Saying he wasn’t going to hurt you anymore. Then, came the blow to your nose. Blood spewed from it and all down your shirt, whimpers leaving your lips.
“Alright, that’s enough.” JJ stepped out from behind the tree he had been watching from, walking towards you. He started fuming as Hunter tried to step in front of you, a sadistic laugh leaving his lips. “J, please. I’m okay.” Your voice sounded so weak and small, it broke his heart. He was so used to you being full of life and happiness, not this broken. It made him more and more mad as he stepped between you and your awful excuse of a boyfriend.
“Come on, dude. Let me help my girlfriend up. She fell.” JJ laughed at the awful attempt that was made at a lie, his hand instantly going to pull the gun out of his waist band. He clicked off the safety and pointed it at Hunter, his head cocking to the side. “Touch her again, I dare you. It’ll be the last thing you do.” Hunter clearly didn’t believe him, walking forward a few steps. JJ sneered and shot the sand in front of his foot, causing a startled noise to come from the man and also the beach where everyone was. “Okay, man. Chill.” He held his hands up and took a few steps back again.
You were so dazed and confused in that moment, your eyes watching the scene in front of you in almost disbelief. You never had someone there to save you. You never had someone observe the abuse, and you weren’t sure what it meant for you. It scared you to no end. A couple of the guys from the party came running over to see what the commotion was, JJ turning to them. “Fellas, Mr Kook here thinks it’s a good idea to lay his hands on a lady. Why don’t you escort him out.” He nodded to the boys who took Hunter by the arm and lead him away, his voice echoing back as he threatened to get his revenge on JJ.
You were in your own head as you heard the sand crunch beside you, a light hand laying on your knee as you saw JJ appear in front of you. The harshness was gone from his voice and concern was etched upon his features, his fingers carefully moving your chin to look at him. Your nose was still bleeding pretty profusely, your poor shirt taking the brunt of the damage. JJ sighed to himself as he took off his shirt, pressing it carefully to your nose and helping you hold your head back. “Did he hurt you anywhere else?” Your eyes were blank and distant, fear etched into your features. You couldn’t answer, which was the only confirmation that the blonde boy needed. “I should’ve fucking killed him.” The words were muttered under his breath as he looked up to see the rest of your friends approaching, questioning looks on their faces. JJ just shook his head and motioned them away, telling them he would explain later.
Of all your friends, JJ knew what you were going through now that he had witnessed it. He went through the same thing with his dad and it broke his heart to see you going through this at the hands of someone who you seemed to love so much. “I’m going to take you home, okay?” When he saw you go rigid and you shook your head desperately, his heart broke even more. Of course you couldn’t go home. He knew where you lived. However, he didn’t know where JJ lived. “Okay, then you’re coming to stay with me for the night. My dads out of town for the weekend, I promise.” He carefully scooped you up into his arms, your body still rigid from shock. But, as soon as you were in the safety of his arms, you visibly relaxed. You moved your head into the crook of his neck, your breath fanning out against his skin as he carefully carried you back to the twinkie.
John B, Kiara, and Pope were already loaded up and waiting on the two of you. They didn’t ask anymore questions as they took in your appearance. You were covered in sand and blood, tear streaks running down your cheeks. “I got you., don’t worry.” You sat in JJ’s lap the entire ride home, your grip on him tight as he let his hands rub up and down your spine. His presence had always been soothing, especially when you were younger and you couldn’t sleep. He would usually slip in your window on bad nights with his dad, or when he couldn’t sleep himself. There were many nights you would wake up to JJ passed out on your floor in a pallet made of blankets that you kept there especially for that reason. Sometimes, you could see new bruises along his skin in the moonlight as he laid there and it absolutely broke your heart.
You had thought about telling him. You had contemplated it so many times; especially when Hunter got especially violent. But, you didn’t want to burden JJ. He was dealing with enough already, you didn’t want to add to his stress. But, as you sat there in his lap and listened to his mumbled words of comfort, you knew he was the one person who would’ve understood and a new wave of guilt surged through your body. Your eyes squeezed shut as fresh tears rolled down your cheeks, leaving new stains.
In what felt like seconds, you were in front of JJ's house. He thanked John B and got out with you carefully, walking you up stairs and into his room. He gently placed you on the bed despite your protests of being covered in sand, his head shaking. "I'll change the sheets tomorrow, I'm not worried about it." He sunk down to his knees in front of you, a soft sigh leaving his lips as he put his arms outside your body on the bed. His eyes met yours, a soft understanding in them as he slowly moved to put his hand on yours. Without thinking, you laced your fingers through his and sniffled as you thought about what to even say in this moment.
"I'm sorry." The two words left your lips without a second of thought, the boy's face scrunching up in confusion. "For what? You have nothing to be sorry for. I'm sorry I didn't see the signs sooner." He was quiet as he stood up and pressed his lips to your forehead, the gesture bringing an immense sense of comfort as you watched him go and grab you a shirt and a pair of his boxers. It was your favorite combination of his clothes to wear and he already knew which ones to hand you; his budweiser boxers and his coors tank top.
"Can you help me change?" The question in itself was innocent and a result of the exhaustion that the night had caused. You felt like you couldn't move a single muscle, and JJ was understanding. He knelt in front of you again, looking at you for permission before he carefully lifted your shirt over your head. However, as he did, his eyes went wide as they landed on the bruises on your abdomen. You swallowed thickly as he ran his fingers over them, touch as light as a feather as he felt himself get choked up.
Some of the bruises were in their late stages of healing and some were fresh; which made JJ feel even worse. He got choked up as he tried to even begin to think of what words to say to you. When he had the same bruises, he just brushed it off. It was his dad, he was used to it by now. But, seeing them on you. Seeing them on his best friend since childhood. Seeing them on the girl who tried to save every single jelly fish or fish that washed up on shore. See them on the girl who danced in the waves and ran towards the rain, it made his blood boil.
"You don't deserve this. You don't deserve this at all." His finger tips gently traced the marks as he met your eyes, one hand moving up to cup your cheek in his hand. "He is never going to get near you again, I promise you that." His voice was soft and he was trying his best to keep his anger down; knowing that you seeing him angry wouldn't help the situation right now. "I just wish you had let me know. I could've helped you.." His voice cracked as you reached up to put your hand over his, shaking your head before you turned to kiss his palm.
"J, you have enough going on with your dad. I'm the last thing you need to worry about." Your words were soft as he carefully helped slip the tank top over your head, the clothes looking like a dress on you. "No, you are the first thing I worry about, always." He walked over to his dresser and pulled out a pair of sweatpants, slipping them on before throwing his dirty clothes down on the floor with yours. "And I never want you to think otherwise." His tone was stern as he climbed into his bed and motioned you towards him, his arms easily closing around your frame as he pulled you back against his chest.
Cuddling was no where new for the two of you and you let out a sigh of relief at the feeling of safety that had felt foreign to you for so long. But, the smell of JJ and the warmth of his body mixing with the exhaustion of the night caused you to slowly drift off to sleep in his arms. He stayed awake as you fell asleep, his eyes on you to make sure you were okay before he let himself get comfortable. "I want you to know, I'm going to protect you even if it's the last thing I do." His words were sealed with a soft kiss to your shoulder before he buried his face into the pillow and let himself fall asleep along with you.
He may not have been able to protect you before, but now he would do so no matter what it took.
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jjsbank444 · 2 months
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Cat!dad Rafe who was tasked to look after your little kitty while you were away for a weekend for work.
He strolls into your apartment, bags of groceries in hand for him, but also making sure you have enough food when you arrive back in the middle of the night from your trip.
As he walks in, he finds your cat, Sage perched on top of the counter, watching intently at who’s getting in the door, not recognising the patterns of his steps yet, and Rafe is already relieved to see him safe and sound.
“Hi you.” He says, approaching the cat with a cautious hand once he played the bags down in the kitchen. Sage takes a quick sniff of him and once he recognises his second favourite human, he bumps his head against Rafe’s hand, leaving him smiling awkwardly but still feeling honoured to have earned the cat’s love.
Later that evening, the pair of them are sprawled out on the sofa, Rafe checking work emails and Sage snoozing, limbs spread on Rafe’s broad chest. He looks at the pet with a little smile and shoots a quick picture that he sends your way, reassuring you that both of you are perfectly okay, even if they miss you a little too much.
His phone buzzes with a message shortly after, a picture of your pretty face, doe eyes and lips in a pout and his heart skips a beat.
“My two favourite boys.” He smiles at your words, as his hands reach down to give Sage a little pet all on their own accords as if it was muscle memory, stifling a laugh at the little purry groan he lefts out at his interruption.
“But I’m still your favourite, right?” He messages back and is not surprised when your only answer is a ‘rolling eyes’ emoji. He is just happy to be in the top two contenders; even if his competition was a fur ball.
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onsunnyside · 1 year
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thinking of JJ teaching you how to kiss 🥺 starting off with little pecks that slowly drag into short kisses. you try hard to follow his lead, but your inexperience is so painfully obvious 😖
this drabble has been turned into a fic 😋 here’s the masterlist: what friends are for
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allow me to set the scene: it’s movie night at the chateau, beers and snacks litter the floor, everyone is tucked under blankets as the opening credits flicker on the television screen.
as the marathon went on, JJ couldn’t help but notice that you’d look away during the sex scenes. as your best friend, he knew you weren’t the most experienced, but kissing? “You’ve never been kissed?”
You cover your face, embarrassment flooding in. “You don’t have to say it like that!”
“I’m not—I’m not teasing.” His smile says different. He easily pulls your hands away from your face, “it’s just not what I was expecting.”
“I know, I know. You probably find it so funny.” You huff and roll your eyes, “laugh all you want, jerk.”
And like you expected, he does but quickly apologizes. “Sorry, sorry. Okay, maybe it’s a little funny. But not in a bad way! It’s actually cute.”
Cute?
“It’s adorable.” He coos, pinching your cheek, “itty bitty baby hasn’t had her first kiss… not even with that poster in your bedroom?”
ooohh and when he kisses you: it’s so sweet, so tender. he tastes like beer and a bit of weed, and his lips are softer than they look. he’s slow and steady, pressing his forehead against yours while you take a break.
“You can breathe while we kiss.” He chuckles, nudging your nose with his, “don’t want you passing out on me, sunshine.”
One of his hands slip behind your neck and the other falls to your thigh, warm and gentle. “Do you want to stop?”
You glance at your friends, still passed out on the floor and other couches, the movie playing dully in the background. “No?”
“Are you asking me or telling me?”
“No.” You repeat, firmer this time. “I don’t want to stop. Pl-Please don’t stop.”
How could JJ deny you? Especially when you ask so dreamily with that glazed look in your eyes. He fights the urge to pull you into his lap and touch you all over, and make you into a pretty mess. So he connects your lips again, taking the lead and slipping his tongue into your mouth.
The unmistakable wet noises make you a little tingly 😖 along with him tilting your head to kiss you deeper. “You can touch me too,” he murmurs, bringing your hand to the back of his neck, your fingers automatically curl in his blond hair and draw a low groan from his throat.
That’s when you go completely dumb, totally thoughtless, all concerns flying out of your mind and joining the blue birds above your heads.
JJ pulls away, voice raspy, “you keep forgetting to breathe, baby.”
“I’m sorry,” you exhale heavily, heart fluttering in your chest. “I’m not good at this yet.”
His lips trail to your jaw, the movie long forgotten, “It’s okay, we have lots of time to practice.”
I just know he’d offer to teach you other things too, all in the realm of pleasure and intimacy 😌
some over the clothes touching, getting hot and heavy in your bedroom after he sneaked in through the window:
“You gotta keep quiet, baby,” he coos, rubbing your swollen clit through your panties, your juices soaking the poor cotton, “I know it feels good, feels real nice when I play with your pretty pussy, huh?” He can only imagine how you’d taste, “Are you paying attention? You’re gonna have to show me what you learnt after we’re done.”
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writingsbyren · 2 years
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Summer Daze | J.M.
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Pairing: JJ Maybank x fem!Pogue Reader
Warning(s): 18+ due to explicit unprotected sexual intercourse (p in v sex), oral (f receiving), language, drug use (marijuana), underage alcohol consumption. Minors, do NOT interact.
Summary: JJ overhears the reader reveal a secret about herself to the girls in their friend group. He can’t let it go and decides not only to confront her about it, but to rectify the situation.
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Each year, the small costal town of Kildare hosted a series of movies in the park during the summer months as a way to entertain both locals and tourist alike. Somehow, it became an unspoken tradition for the Pogues to attend together.
Upon arriving, the girls decided to claim their spot for the evening and handle the setup, tasking the boys to obtain snacks from the designated concession stand.
JJ was the first to head back after securing drinks for the group, while Pope and John Bwaited behind for the rest of their order. He found Kiara, Sarah and Y/N sitting on a blanket they had spread out with three collapse-able chairs set up directly behind them. He took purchase in the chair behind Kie, leaning forward to pass out the drinks in his hand. “M’ladies,” he said in his best British accent, cheesy-grin on display. “Thank you, kind sir,” Y/N replied in the same half-assed accent, tying her best not to laugh as she passed the beverages to the other girls. “What movie is it this year anyway?” John B inquired, arriving with popcorn in hand as Pope trailed, holding an assortment of other junk food. Before the girls had a chance to respond, the opening credits for the movie started to roll, indicating the movie’s title. Titanic. All three boys groaned in unison, while Sarah literally squealed with excitement.
JJ would never admit it to a single soul but he actually didn’t mind the movie one bit. He found himself enthralled by the story, although he could have gone without the girls swooning over Jack every ten seconds. A nudge to his side caught his attention, making him turn his head. “Got take a piss,” Pope announced in a whisper. The blonde nodded, leaning back and smacking John B’s shoulder in an attempt to get his attention. When the brunette turned his head, JJ lifted his fingers to his lips as if he were holding an imaginary joint, lifting his brows in silent question. He watched as his friend leaned forward, whispering something to Sarah and without another word, the three boys snuck off.
While Pope headed towards the restrooms, the other two found a secluded spot behind the large screen to smoke. JJ retrieved the conspicuous joint from behind his ear, placed it between his lips and lit the end with his trusty Zippo like he’d done a hundred times before. As he inhaled, John B spoke. “This isn’t as lame as I thought it’d be,” he admitted, running a hand through his dark hair as the blonde passed the joint, casually shrugging his shoulders, exhaling the smoke with expert ease. “Yeah. Leo’s the fuckin’ man.” They continued their established rotation while discussing DiCaprio’s best roles until the bud was gone, only a roach remaining by the time Pope caught up with them. “I’m going to get another water. You want anything?” He asked, only for JJ to shake his head. “I’m good. I’ll meet you back at spot. Gotta drain the snake,” JB said, while the blonde was already walking back in the direction their seats.
With his hands in the pockets of his shorts, his cerulean blue eyes scanned the crowd as he walked, which consisted mostly of tourons and Pogues with the occasional Kook mixed in. By the time he got close to the girls, he realized what scene was taking place. The infamous car sex scene, which results in the iconic shot of Rose’s hand sliding down the foggy window. He smirked, perverted comment locked, loaded and at the ready on the tip of his tongue as he approached the girls until the sound of Y/N’s voice caught his attention. “Oh, bullshit,” she scoffed quietly, although loud enough for him to hear. “What?” Kie asked in a whisper. He watched as Y/N gestured to the screen as she spoke, “That.” His eyes flickered to the screen at the exact moment Rose’s palm met the glass. “This scene is unbelievable. I’ve never had sex that good,” she admitted, making both the other girls turn towards her with widened eyes. Sarah was the next to speak. “Wait. You mean to tell me that you’ve never..” She trailed off, gesturing to the screen. He watched as Y/N shook her head from side to side. “No, I’ve faked it,” he heard her say. “Every single time.” In unison, their jaws dropped at her admission. She simply shrugged without another word. JJ couldn’t believe what he had heard. Although he wasn’t purposefully eavesdropping, part of him felt guilty for overhearing such a personal conversation. He cleared his throat before taking his seat, announcing his arrival, so they weren’t spooked or taken off guard. Y/N was the only one to acknowledge him, giving him a sweet smile over her shoulder before turning her attention back to the movie. Meanwhile, the other girls were staring at each other, silently communicating the same thought in JJ’s mind: What the fuck.
He couldn’t concentrate throughout the rest of the movie. Instead, a million thoughts ran through his brain. What the fuck kind of guys had she been dating? Obviously, they were self-centered, selfish assholes but that was obvious well before he learned about her.. predicament. JJ never approved of any other male she hung out with. They were never good enough, simply because they weren’t him. He’d been harboring a crush on her since fourth grade but no one knew that. Not even John B. He couldn’t stop himself as his eyes fell to her. Thankfully, from where he was sitting, he had the perfect view. Not only could he appreciate her side profile or catch a glimpse of her smile while she laughed at the movie but thanks the height of his chair, he could see directly down her shirt, perky tits on full display. His mind continued to run wild. Did her previous partners even try? Because he would be willing to spend hours, days even, making her cum. Nothing would make him happier than knowing he made her feel so good, she came all over his cock. Or his fingers. His tongue. Fuck, he wanted her so bad before. With this new information available to him, his crush on her now taking on a new life of its own. His eyes raked down her body, appreciating every inch of her as he drank in the sight before him. Fuck, she’s pretty, he thought. He wouldn’t even know where to begin with a girl like her. Between her crop top and shorts, the amount of exposed skin was driving him absolutely crazy and caused him to shift in his seat due to his growing discomfort. At some point during the night, she has pulled her hair on top of her head and into a messy bun, a look that JJ was an absolute sucker for. He loved it when her hair was up. In fact, it was his favorite look of hers because he got to admire her neck without any obstruction. God, the things that he would do if he had a chance to mark her pretty neck up. JJ reached for a bottle of water, chugging the entirety of its contents in a matter of seconds before the sound of crinkling, cheap plastic caught Kie’s attention. She gave him the ultimate ‘eat shit’ look, although he wasn’t sure if it was for causing a disruption or for using plastic. Either way, he held his hands up in surrender, rasping a quick and quiet apology before blaming his sudden parchedness on the thick humidity.
Someway, somehow, JJ kept his shit together and the rest of the evening went off without a hitch. The next morning, however, was a different story.
Everyone, with the exception of Kie, stayed the night at the chateau. Which is why JJ was surprised to find the living room empty upon stumbling out, still half-asleep, from his room as the sun filtered in through the blinds. Once his eyes finally adjusted to the brightness, he walked out the front door, searching for his two missing friends before his attention was brought to the dock.
His timing couldn’t have been more perfect. There she stood, shimmying out of her tiny shorts until the only piece of fabric that remained on her body was her barely there bikini. JJ was convinced that he was dreaming as he headed in her direction, silently praying that his eyes weren’t deceiving him. As he strolled down the dock, he watched her lie down on the towel she had previously rolled out. He drank her in from head to toe, gnawing on his bottom lip as his blood started rushing throughout his body.
“Good morning, sunshine,” she said in a sing-song voice, looking up at him through the dark lenses of her sunglasses, which disguised the way she shamelessly checked him out. His hair was wild and all over the place, shirtless with his shorts sitting dangerously low on his hips, mouth watering as she appreciated his defined abs and pelvic lines. She noticed the button of his shorts was completely undone, the only thing keeping the fabric up was the zipper. Between his carefree attitude and his good looks, JJ Maybank oozed sex appeal. It was no wonder how every girl he set his sights on ended up in his bed. All he had to do was flash his pearly whites and they were goners, Y/N included. “G’mornin’, mama,” he beamed, voice raspy from sleep, the sound instantly turning her on. “Where’s Pope?” He combed his fingers through his hair, attempting to calm his bed head but failing miserably. She had to tear her eyes away from him before she risked drooling or foaming at the mouth. “Headed out this morning. Said he had to do some deliveries for his dad,” she noted, recalling the boy’s words before he dashed out the front door of the chateau. He simply hummed in response as he begrudgingly tore his eyes away from her, looking over the marshy water when a thought popped into his head. “Wanna go for a ride?” Y/N pushed herself up and onto her elbows, looking over the HMS Pogue. “There’s no telling when the lovebirds are gonna wake up,” she deadpanned. He smiled, shaking his head from side to side before he chuckled. “I’m talking’ jus’ the two of us.” His mischievous grin told her everything she needed to know. He was up to something and she couldn’t wait to find out. He watched her face light up as she grinned from ear to ear and he felt his heart skip a beat as he turned and ran back to the house.
He managed to swipe the boat keys in record time, while she snagged the last remaining beers from the fridge and tossed them into the cooler, which thankfully still had ice from the day before. “God bless, Big John and his investment in quality products,” she laughed, waiting on the porch as JJ emerged from the house, sporting the same look from earlier, except now wearing his bulky boots and trademarked red hat. It was a look that was signature JJ and little did he know, it drove her absolutely crazy. He grabbed the cooler with ease, despite its weight and lead the way to the boat. He climbed in first, sitting the cooler down and offering her his hand, which she gladly took. “Welcome aboard the HMS Pogue,” he announced with a smile as he helped her into the boat. Once on the vessel, she perched herself on the seat directly in front of the helm as he untied the boat from the dock. “My name’s JJ, I’ll be your Captain today,” he continued with his theatrics as he took seat at the helm, starting the engine and guiding the boat down the marsh. “What brings you out today, miss?” She was unable to stop herself from laughing, which she noticed was a common theme every time she was around the handsome boy. “An adventure,” she murmured, locking eyes with his. He bit his bottom lip, unable to take his eyes off of her, despite the fact that he was driving. By the grace of god, he knew knew the marsh like the back of his hand. He nodded, his mind and heart racing, although disguised by his calm demeanor. With his knee keeping the boat straight, he leaned over to the cooler, where he grabbed two beers. He opened them both with ease, handing one to her and lifting his in the air, tilted in her direction. “To an adventure?” He watched her smile even brighter as she clinked her amber colored bottle against his. “To an adventure!”
The mid-morning sun felt incredible beaming down onto her exposed skin as she lied on her back at the bow of the boat, while JJ flipped through the radio in search of a decent station. Aside from the occasional music or static from the radio and the shuffle from his heavy boots, the only other sound was that of the ocean breeze. While others were trying to get off the Cut, Y/N couldn’t think of anywhere better to be. JJ sighed, finally killing the radio without any luck of finding a decent station. “Of course, the damn thing is too old for a freakin’ auxiliary port,” he complained before downing the rest of his beer and opening another before sitting in front of the hull. He leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees as he looked at her, bottom lip caught caught between his teeth. “I have to admit something to you.” His words sparked her curiosity. She sat up quickly, hand splayed against her chest. “Holy shit. Have you brought me out here to murder me?” She asked, voice dripping with faux fear, making JJ laugh. “In cold blood,” he responded, taking another swig of his beer before sitting it in an assigned cup holder. “I overheard you last night,” he said, lifting his hat off his head, running a nervous hand through his blonde locks before readjusting the hat back on his head. She made a mental note of such because it was usually a habit of his whenever he was anxious. She sat straighter, crossing her legs as she looked at him, giving him her full attention. With her brows knitted, she tilted her head to the side. “What?” He signed. “Here goes nothing,” he thought to himself. “You’ve really never had an orgasm?”
There was a pregnant pause. He not-so-patiently waited for her to answer his question, although he sat perfectly still, giving her all the time she needed. After the initial shock wore off, Y/N’s laugh echoed throughout the marsh. “Of course, I’ve had an orgasm before,” she clarified. It was his turn to be confused. “But last night.. I thought you said that..” he trailed off. Realization appeared on her face as she shook her head from side to side, the slightest brush appearing on her cheeks. “I can take care of myself,” she said softly, the brush deepening. JJ thought she was the cutest thing, despite their very provocative topic of conversation. His tongue darted out, wetting his lips as he watched her lips wrap around her beer bottle, taking a quick sip. Never in his life had he been jealous of an inanimate object until now. He would give anything for that bottle to be his dick. “Did they even try?” The question fell from his lips before he had a chance to stop it.
“Why do you care? Do you think you could make me cum, JJ?”
“Think?” He scoffed. “I know I can.” He said, very matter-of-fact, cocky smile proudly on display. It was her turn to scoff, pretending as though his words didn’t phase her. Secretly, she loved playing this game with him.
“Yeah? What would you do?” She challenged, uncrossing her legs as she removed her sunglasses from her head and tossed them to the side before leaning back, elbows resting on the edge of the fiberglass as she checked him out from head to toe.
He learned forward, seizing her ankle in his hand before slowly ghosting his palm up the length of her leg, leaving a trail of fire behind him. He leaned further until his lips were positioned directly by her ear as he spoke. “I’d start by teasing the fuck outta you.” With his hand by her hip, he played with the thin strings of her bikini bottoms, sliding his fingers underneath, massaging her hip. “I wouldn’t stop until you were soaking wet,” his breath hit her ear, making her shudder. Moving his hand as slowly as he could manage, he slid his fingertips a few inches, still under the thin material as he ghosted over the top of her pussy. “Then..” he paused for dramatic effect as his lips found her neck. He placed a chaste kiss to her skin before whispering, “I’d eat your pussy like it was my last goddamn meal.” She arched into him, silently pleading for more. He smiled, removing his hand from her bottoms and snatching his hat from his head, throwing it carelessly over his shoulder. He took her face in his hands, hovering over her as he made her look at him. She locked eyes with him and instantly, melted. “Are you going to be a good girl for me?” She whimpered in response. Fucking whimpered before nodding frantically. She’d never been this turned on in her entire life. “Words, baby,” he encouraged, thumb playing with her bottom lip as he physically ached, wanting to kiss her. “Yes,” she said, completely breathless already. He smiled so big that his cheeks hurt before finally connecting his lips with hers.
Neither of them had been kissed the way they kissed each other in that moment. There was so much meaning behind the action. I need you, I’ve wanted you for so long, I ache for you. All being communicated without a single word being used. Fireworks. It was the hottest thing either of them had experienced. When his tongue slipped inside her mouth, Y/N moaned at his taste. He reminded of her summer as the taste of Natty Light (or was it Miller Lite? Not that she cared), coconut and the faintest remnant of marijuana dominated her senses. She was in utter disbelief this was actually happening. Finally.
JJ dropped to his knees, his lips slowly pulling away from her as he spread her legs. With his eyes locked with hers, he grabbed her bikini bottoms and slowly pulled them down her legs. She watched him through nodded eyes. She leaned back, assuming her previous position by propping herself up on her elbows and lifting her legs one-by-one so he could completely remove the fabric from her ankles with ease. He smiled, licking his lips as he finally took in the sight before him. Her pussy glistened in the sweltering sun, completely soaked with her arousal. His jaw went slack as he reached forward, spreading the wetness from her opening to her clit. Her head fell back and he lifted his head, taking in the sight before him with a wicked grin before focusing on her exposed core. “Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” he drawled, inching closer until his mouth was on her, completely engulfing her clit. She moaned out loud, her body immediately reacting to JJ as her hips bucked beyond her control. “Fuck,” she gasped. Within a matter of seconds, it was evident to her that he knew exactly what the fuck he was doing. He roughly sucked her clit before licking her core with broad stripes, her sweet taste dominating all his senses as he lost his mind. “So fucking sweet,” he mumbled against her, the vibrations sending shockwaves throughout her body. When she looked down and saw his vibrant blue eyes locked on her as he ate her pussy like his life depended upon it, a loud moan escaped her open mouth, echoing throughout the marsh. With his eyes still locked with hers, he reached up and roughly pulled the fabric of her top to the side until her breasts were revealed to him.
She was a sight for fucking sore eyes, looking so incredibly sinful with her legs spread wide and tits on full display. She looked so goddamn beautiful like this and her taste? He was a total a goner. Her hands tangled in his messy blonde locks, tugging at the roots when he started playing with her nipples. “Fuck. Yes!” She hissed as she pushed his face further into her. He continued his assault on her cunt by using his free hand to slip his middle finger deep into her cunt. “So good, JJ!” She cried out, smiling at the feeling of being so full. He pulled back, removing his mouth from her momentarily and watched as his finger disappeared inside of her before pulling out and pushing right back in. This time, adding a second finger that stretched her out even more. “Don’t stop,” she begged, making him smile. He went back to work, focusing on her clit as he pumped his fingers deep inside of her. He lapped her up, moving his tongue at a blissful pace, while the sounds of his fingers fucking her greedy cunt filled the boat. With his free hand, he flicked her sensitive nipple, making her moan out even more as she clenched around his fingers, signaling to him that she was close. He curled his fingers upwards, pushing deep into her and massaging a spot that was so deep, Y/N didn’t even know it existed. “Fuck! Fuck!” She groaned, hips moving against his fingers as he pressed his face further into her, shaking his head from side to side. “JJ! Please, don’t stop,” she begged, feeling that she was on the precipice of her finish. With a palm full of her tit in his free hand, he squeezed roughly, teasing her nipple with the pad of his thumb and sending her over the edge. The blonde never stopped fucking her with his fingers or tongue through her high, ensuring the feeling of pure ecstasy lasted as long as possible for her. He only stopped when he felt her nails digging into his scalp as she attempted to pull him away.
Sitting back on his haunches, he took in her post-orgasm appearance. Her chest was rising and falling as she tried to calm her breathing with a blissed our smile on her face. She was drop dead gorgeous as it was but after she came? She looked so good that his chest ached for her, almost as much as his cock, which was incredibly hard and straining against his zipper. “That’s my pretty girl,” he cooed, messaging her thighs as he crashed his lips to hers, sharing the taste of her on his tongue. Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck as she kissed him back with everything she had.
Grasping her thighs, JJ lifted her as he got to his feet, clumsily stumbling backwards until he felt the seat in front of the helm hit the back of his knees. He laughed as he sat down, bringing her with him only for him to moan when her exposed core met his clothed erection as she sat on his lap, straddling him. “Shit,” he muttered, his hands finding her hips, holding her in place so he didn’t lose his mind too early. She bit her bottom lip, hiding a smile before she busied herself by littering his neck with wet kisses. “Baby,” he moaned as she explored his neck, only to find his most sensitive patch and sucking. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to fuck you right here,” he warned, his hands falling to her ass, giving it a harsh squeeze. “Do it. Fuck me, Maybank,” She replied, rocking her hips and grinding down on his cock as she pulled back to look at him. “Don’t make me beg.” He smiled at her empty threat, while snaking one hand up her body until he wrapped it around her neck. “Mmm. Don’t tempt me,” he teased, leaning forward and biting her neck before licking and sucking the same spot, sending shockwaves of pleasure down her naked spine. He reached behind her back, untying her bikini top and ripping it away from her body before his mouth found her tits. He wasted no time, kneading her breasts before taking two fist-fulls. He guided one of her nipples to his mouth, where he happily wrapped his lips around the hardened bud and sucked before flicking his tongue against it, eliciting a wrecked moan from the back of her throat. “JJ,” she whined, head falling back as he released her nipple with an pop before repeating the same action on the other, giving her perky tits equal attention.
“I need you.” Her made his stomach flip and his dick twitch at the same time. Although he loved teasing her and seeing exactly how desperate she was for him, he needed her just as badly. “I got you, mama,” he rasped, lips finding hers as he reached for his shorts. She held his face in her hands, shifting her weight onto her knees, which were pressed against leather seat on either side of him, lifting her weight, so he could remove the only pieces of clothing that separated them. In one swift movement, JJ shoved both his shorts and boxers down his legs with ease, releasing his hard cock, which stood at attention. As her tongue explored his mouth, she reached between them, taking his cock into her hand and pumping slowly, finally giving it a fraction of the attention he needs. “F-fuck,” he hissed, breaking apart to look down, watching her tiny hand at work as his red, swollen tip leaked pre-cum onto her thumb. He knew if she continued, he wouldn’t last long and he was desperate to be inside of her. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away from him, lifting it to his lips and kissing the back of it before placing it flat against his chest, directly above his heart, which was beating at an alarming rate. JJ grasped his cock with one hand and guided her down on him with the other, angling himself at her center before locking eyes with her, silently asking if it was okay to continue. There was no going back after this. They both knew it and neither of them cared. It was only a matter of time before this happened. Here it was. He ran the head of his cock against her slit, collecting her arousal before he slowly pushed in with ease.
“JJ, fuck,” she gasped as he slid into home. Once every inch was buried deep inside of her, he watched her as her head fell backwards, appreciating exactly how beautiful she was, despite her wrecked appearance. He beamed with pride, knowing it was all because of him. Giving her time to adjust, the blonde’s hands were all over her, worshiping her smooth skin and sinful curves. “Can’t believe those assholes didn’t treat you right,” he spoke, barely over a whisper. “Gonna make you cum so fucking hard that you forget them, baby. I’ll treat you right. I fucking promise.” He babbled until he felt her move. She rocked her hips against his and JJ moaned. It was his turn to throw his head back in pleasure. “Fuck yeah,” he hissed, gripping her hips tight but allowing her to set the pace. He glimpsed down to where their bodies connected before gazing at her through hooded eyes. “Ride my cock, baby.”
Something inside of her snapped, although she couldn’t tell if it was because of his dirty words, the depth of his dick inside of her or JJ in genersl. She quickened her pace before alternating between rocking her hips and circling them before bouncing on his cock. “Oh,” she moaned, finding the best angle as the head of his cock pounded a spot deep inside of her that no one else had come close to finding. “My God,” she cried out, struggling to keep her eyes open and trained on his face as he watched her. She looked so goddamn gorgeous, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her as she used his body to chase her high. He slid further down into the chair and gripped her hips, planting his feet firmly against the bottom of the boat, thrusting his hips upwards, fucking up into her. With his brows furrowed and his bottom lip nestled between his teeth, JJ focused on giving her the ride of her life, using every ounce of energy he had left in his tank. Lewd sounds filled the boat as the combination of skin hitting skin, her wetness, his grunts and the sexiest moans he’d ever heard became his favorite symphony. “Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned, feeling her pussy clench around him as she braced herself with her hands on his defined stomach, loving the way his muscles flexed under her palms with each thrust. “You feel so good, J,” she sighed as he slowed his hips, moving his cock in and out of her at a painfully slow pace, teasing the hell out of her. “Yes,” she drawled out the last letter, smiling before biting her bottom lip. He reached up and grabbed her neck, bringing her down to meet his lips in a desperate kiss.
“You gonna cum for me?” He asked, lips still pressed against hers as he spoke, his hand tightening ever so slightly around her throat. A moan escaped as she nodded, struggling to keep her eyes open. “Not yet. Hold it for me,” he demanded, releasing her throat and wrapping both of his strong arms around her as he sat up straight. He held her to his chest tightly, one hand caressing the back of her head, while the other guided her hips to move in perfect unison with his. “J, I can’t,” she whined, her head falling forward, forehead resting against his as she struggled to hold off her finish. “Yes, you can. You’re doing so good, baby,” he encouraged, digging his fingertips roughly into her hip. “When you cum, you keep your eyes open and on me, ‘kay?” He watched her nod in understanding before diving in and kissing her swollen lips, swallowing her sounds as his tongue entered her mouth. He grabbed her hips with both hands, guiding her up and down on his cock, while he thrusted upward, his hips meeting hers roughly, sending him as deep as their bodies would allow. Y/N held on to JJ for dear life, her hands tangled in his hair at the nape of his neck as she finally gave in to her orgasm, allowing it to take over every inch of her body. Feeling her clench around him one final time, JJ followed her, allowing his own release, his eyes never leaving hers as he coated her walls with his cum. He continued pumping his cock in and out of her until they both came down from their highs, clinging to one another and gasping for air. JJ’s hands slid from her waist to her back, keeping her body pressed to his, both covered in sweat from their actions and the summer sun.
A giggle escaped her lips as he brushed her hair out of her face, while she pushed hairs that were stuck to his forehead away from his, watching as the handsome blonde smiled brightly, beaming up at her. “Holy fucking shit,” she exclaimed, not bothering to move from his lap, although they were out in the open water. They both knew they could be spotted at any given second but fuck, neither of them could care any less. “What’s the verdict?” He asked, voice dripping with sincerity as he traced her spine with his fingertips in a soothing manner. She hummed, peppering kisses all over his face. “I now understand why people have sex addictions,” she exclaimed before they both erupted in laughter. “What about the whole,” she rolled her eyes, lifting her hands, “No Pogue on Pogue macking?” She said, using air quotes, making him laugh harder as he shrugged. “Fuck that. I’ll tell John B that shit went out the window when Kie stuck her tongue down his and Pope’s throat.” He gently caressed her face in his hands, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip as he stared at her lips. “Which I wanna do to you so bad for at least the next hour.” Before he could reach her mouth, she stopped him with her hands against his bare chest. “Take me home, so I can give you the best head of your life and then, you can kiss me all night long.” JJ’s wicked smile returned as he gave her a playful salute, followed by a wink.
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ugh yes !! Ward has that power over season 1 and some of season 2!rafe and he uses it to his advantage !! He’ll touch us on our back or on our thigh and rafe knows it’s wrong but he’ll go along with it and ignore it cause he’s his father !!!!!!!
not me in my Ward era
18+, MDNI
But YES. Ughh and I bet he’d get all cocky about it because let’s be honest, Ward is fucked in the head. He’ll be hugging you whenever you come over, his hands getting extremely low on your back, or you’ll be talking and his hand will somehow find its way to your thigh. And Rafe is like 👀 cs what the fuck bro. But he always listens to his dad and he’s his favorite person so he makes excuses. Little does he know that you’re getting your back blown out every night and your pussy ate like it’s Ward’s last meal.
Even when it comes down to Rafe getting suspicious of you cheating because he finds condoms in your house that don’t match his size. And he’s like “the fuck? Are you cheating on me?” And you js deny, deny, deny. You go crying to Ward about it and he isn’t even phased.
“It’ll be okay,” he says, as he kisses down your body. He spreads your legs, cute little cunt on display because you’re wearing the crotchless panties he bought you. “Because this is our little secret. Right, baby?”
And you nod shyly, agreeing because he’s spreading your folds apart and slipping his tongue inside your sopping hole, humming as he licks up your sweet juices and brings your clit in between his lips. Crying against him, legs wrapping around his head.
“R-Right, daddy. Never gonna tell.. gonna be such a good girl for you.”
He’s got you wrapped around his finger like that, whenever he takes control and gets you pliant under him. It’s something that Rafe does in all the wrong ways.
And when it comes down to the next time that Ward sees his son and the boy consoles him about it, he convinces him that you probably just got the wrong size on accident. It’s hard for women to know the exact size of their boyfriend— the fact that the condoms were bigger is probably a good thing.
(If only he knew, LMFAOO)
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