Warm Me Up | B.B

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x fem!Reader

Warning(s): 18+ due to explicit unprotected sexual intercourse (p in v), vaginal fingering, slight size kink, language, no use of Y/N - Minors, do NOT interact

Summary: Reader indulges in a lazy morning in bed with Rooster.

Thick clouds of steam lingered in the air as she brushed her teeth, attempting to make out what little of her reflection could be seen through condensation on the bathroom mirror. Despite the towel wrapped around her frame, her hair remained damp from the shower as water droplets crashed onto her bare shoulders. For the first time in months, she did not rush through her morning routine. She wasn’t worried about getting dressed and getting out the door because she didn’t have anywhere to be.

A rarity that would not go unappreciated.

Crossing the threshold into the master bedroom, her eyes fell to the bed before halting to a stop. Lying on his stomach with both hands tucked under his pillow, Bradley remained fast asleep. Considering his usual weekend routine consisted of him waking up around six, she was surprised. Her eyes darted to the clock to find it was a little after nine o’clock. She grinned, listening to the sound of his steady breaths filling the otherwise quiet room.

Making her way to the bed, she quickly noticed that his back was on full display, only the thin sheet from their bedding covering the lower part of his body. The grin on her face grew wider as she weighed her options. Part of her knew she should allow him to rest, while the rest of her physically ached for him. Not necessarily sexually, although the more she stared at Rooster, she certainly wouldn’t turn down any advances that were made, but she ached to touch him. To hold him. To make him feel every once of love she had for him.

Carefully pressing her knees and palms onto the mattress, she crawled into bed. The moment she maneuvered herself on top of his body, her lips found his skin. While trailing kisses up the length of his spine, she felt him start to stir. “Mmm,” he hummed sleepily. She dusted sweet kisses across his shoulder blades, caressing his sides when he spoke again. “Good morning.” His voice rumbled in his chest, thick from sleep. Immediately, dirty thoughts filled her head. “Good morning to you,” she whispered, playfully nipping at his neck. She snuggled as close as their bodies would allow, lying her head on his shoulder as she hugged him from behind. “I love sleepyhead Bradley. I think he’s my favorite.” He chuckled, burying his face further into the pillow, desperate for a few more minutes of comfort and bliss.

She was almost asleep when she felt the warmth of his palm against her skin as he grasped her thigh. “Are you naked?” He asked, shifting the position of his head, so his voice wasn’t muffled by the pillow. “Technically, no?” She giggled, hugging him tighter. She had no plans on moving from her position any time soon.

“Baby?”

“Hmmm?”

“How do you feel about horny Bradley?” He asked, fingers slowly creeping up her inner thigh.

Pushing herself onto her hands and knees, she crawled further up his back until she could bend down and whisper into his ear with ease. “Turn over and find out for yourself,” she teased, nipping at the shell of his ear.

He quickly rolled over, allowing her to straddle his waist, the head of his cock brushing her center. They both shuddered from the contact as he tugged the towel off her body, leaving her completely bare. “Goddamn, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, his hazel eyes roaming her body before he sat up and took her into his strong arms, crashing his lips against hers. She cradled his face in her hands, while he reached down and slipped his fingers through her wet folds. He couldn’t help but grin as she shuddered against him, causing him to tighten his hold on her body. A heavy breath fell from her parted lips when Bradley circled her hole with the tip of his middle finger before pushing into her with incredible ease. “S’that what you needed?” He husked, peppering slow, wet kisses to her jaw before pulling back to watch her face. She nodded quickly, dropping her forehead against his, arms winding around his shoulders.

A quiet, barely audible moan escaped from her as he introduced a second finger, stretching her out. With his palm brushing her clit, he fingered her with slow, methodical stokes, lust-blown eyes never leaving hers. He crooked his fingers ever so slightly and she cried out, eyes slamming shut. The smile that appeared on his face was proud, cocky almost, considering he wasn’t intentionally trying to make her cum. But by the feel of her pussy clenching around his fingers and her hitched breathing, he knew she was close already. “Oh my god,” she moaned, digging her fingertips into the skin that covered his shoulders. Her head lulled back and immediately, his lips attached to the column of her neck causing her to whimper his name in warning. Without a word in response, Bradley moved his fingers in and out of her at a quicker pace, applying more pressure to her weak spot and within seconds, she came on his fingers.

He couldn’t help himself. Shamelessly, an arrogant smile spread on his face as he watched her ride his fingers, drawing out her orgasm as long as possible. His entire hand was coated in her slick but he didn’t move until her hips slowly came to a stop. She fell forward, chest somehow pressed tighter to his than before, a lazy grin on her face as their eyes met. “Hi,” she whispered, eyeing his lips. He chuckled, running his free hand down the length of her back in soothing motions. “Hi, pretty girl.” After removing his fingers from her center, he reached for his cock. Using her slick, he pumped his length, while she nuzzled her face into his neck, sucking his weakest spots.

Without wasting another valuable second, Rooster ran the tip of his cock over her swollen clit and through her folds, guiding himself into her. While his eyes screwed shut, she gasped against his skin, feeling so unbelievably full. “Fuck, baby,” he groaned, one hand falling to her hip, while the other tangled in her hair. He pulled her face to his, crashing their lips together as she grew accustomed to his size. She kissed him slowly, dragging her tongue along his bottom lip before nestling it inside his mouth. Her body felt as though it was on fire from his touch. His hands were all over, rubbing her back, grasping her hips or squeezing her thighs.

Placing her palms flat against his broad chest, she pushed back, reluctantly removing her lips from his. “Lie back,” she instructed, teeth sinking into her bottom lip. He stared at her with his brows raised for a moment, clearly intrigued before slowly easing himself back until he was lying flat. With his head resting on the pillow, he grinned, grabbing a hold on her hips and teasing her with a slow trust of his hips. She hummed in delight, hands coming down over his and prying then from her naked body. He was ready to protest until her words hit his ears. “Let me do all the work,” she whispered, bending forward, folding his arms and positioning them behind his head. He took advantage of her spot above him, taking her left nipple into his mouth, eliciting a quiet moan from her before she reluctantly pulled away.

“Oh, shit,” he groaned at the feel of her hands roaming his chest as she pushed herself into an upright position. Straightening her back, she slowly rocked her hips, eyes trained on his handsome face. His tongue darted out, wetting his bottom lip as he watched her through hooded eyes. Flattening her palms on his pectorals for support, she lifted her hips until only the head of his cock remained inside of her before sinking back down, taking every inch of him. “Fuck,” he muttered, already desperate to take control. She smiled as she continued riding him, slowly, while he pretended as though he wasn’t losing his mind. “You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” she mewled as he flexed his biceps, merely for her enjoyment. His eyes crinkled from the width of his smile as he removed his hands from behind his head. “That’s because you can’t see yourself,” he murmured, grasping her hips, while he shifted his own forward, meeting her movements. “You look so fuckin’ pretty sitting on my cock.”

His filthy words caused her brain to short circuit. Bradley used the opportunity to his advantage, holding her in place by her waist, while he thrusted his cock as deep as their bodies would go. “Bradley,” she yelped, clawing at his chest as guided her hips against his. Back and forth, a gentle push and pull, using her like he knew she liked. “So good, baby,” he managed before tugging her down to meet her lips in a bruising kiss. Her pussy fluttered around his length and a primal moan escaped from his throat. His hands slid to her ass, roughly digging his fingertips into her cheeks while continuing to guide her movements. The steady pressure on her clit from his pelvis, in edition to the depth of his cock, was almost too much for her to handle. She clung to his body, blindly reaching for something to hold onto, while she kissed him deeply. It was desperate, tongue and teeth colliding. Hands taking purchase on his shoulders, she drug her nails down his arm, stopping at the bend of his elbow when the tip of his cock brushed that special spot inside of her only he knew. She no longer had control of her body, let alone her mouth, suddenly desperate to come. “Holy shit,” she sighed, pulling away from his lips, desperate for air. Lowering his head, he attached his lips to her neck, sucking what he knew would later be dark marks on her skin.

“Come on, baby. Take what you need from me,” he encouraged, sliding his hands from her ass to her back, allowing her to take control but keeping her close. He loved the feel of her tits pressed against his chest. With her hands on his biceps, she straightened, increasing the pace of her hips ever so slightly, while he hit that same spot over and over again. She didn’t have to give him any warning, he knew she was close before she did. He slid his hands to the front of her body, ghosting over her stomach before taking her breasts in each hand. “That’s it, pretty girl.” With a swift swipe of his thumb against her sensitive nipples, she fell apart.

With his eyes glued to her face, Bradley watched in awe as she submitted to the pleasure. Her eyes drifted closed, mouth open in a silent groan as her hips stuttered against his. She was always a sight for sore eyes but when she came, she looked heavenly. He kneaded her breasts as she came down from her high, body jolting from the aftershock of her orgasm. Suddenly exhausted, she collapsed onto his chest.

“Bradley,” she sighed, nuzzling her face into his neck.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Give me 5 minutes. Then I want you to come inside of me.”

Completely unable to wipe the shit eating grin off his face, he nodded, tracing the length of her spine with the tips of his fingers. He rested his chin atop her head. “Yes ma’am,” he drawled, cock twitching as he remained buried inside of her.

Once her breathing calmed, she stirred, lips finding his neck again, sucking on a patch of skin directly beside his Adam’s apple. He hummed, tilting his head to the side to give her more access. “That was a quick 5 minutes,” he chuckled, running a hand through her hair as she kissed his jaw. “I’m cold,” she murmured, ghosting her lips over his. “Warm me up?”

Wrapping his arms around her, he kissed her slowly, their lips moving in perfect unison. He rolled over until they were both lying on their sides, holding her close with one arm as he pulled the comforter over their bodies. “Better?” He husked. She shook her head in reply, hitching her leg over his hip, pulling him closer. Grasping her thigh that was draped over his waist, he finally moved his hips, withdrawing his cock before slowly thrusting back in. “Yes,” she whined, meeting his hips, already drunk on him. Again. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, fingers tangled in his curls as her ragged breaths crashed against his face. “Fuck, I love you,” he whispered, holding back a moan of his own that threatened to rip from his throat. Due to the deliberate, slow-movements of his hips, she couldn’t respond verbally. She was already a mess of satisfied whimpers, mewling at his every touch. “Oh, you’re gonna come again, aren’t you?” The cocky smile on his face should have turned her off. But she was so cock drunk, she could only nod, a smile of her own appearing. “Fuck,” he moaned, reaching down between their bodies and thumbing her clit, while pounding her cunt. The sinful sounds of his hips colliding with hers may have been muffled by the covers but the noises falling from their mouths certainly weren’t. She was the first to submit, her second finish possessing her body as he continued the assault of his hips. Removing his fingers from her clit, he grasped her thigh and rolled, so he was completely on top of her. Bradley opened her up, pressing his palm flat against the inside of her thigh, which was now firmly planted to the mattress. With one final thrust of his hips as deep as he could manage, he spilled inside of her.

She beamed up at him, stroking his sides with shaky hands of her own as he came down from his high. Both their bodies were covered in sweat, despite the chill morning air. Rogue hairs stuck to his forehead, while her own resembled a mess, sprawled out on the pillow. He licked his lips as he stared into her eyes, propping himself up on his forearms that were bracketed around her head. “Wanna spend all day doing that?” She giggled, hands sliding to his back as he peppered kisses all over her face. “At least get me coffee before the next round.” His head popped up, brows lifted in question. “You serious?” She reached up, grazing his mustache with her finger tips as she looked into his eyes, “Dead serious.”

Bradley slipped out of her arms, practically hopping out of bed as he strolled to the doorway. Not a stitch of clothing on his body. “You’re shameless,” she teased, checking him out until he disappeared from her view. “You love it,” he hollered from somewhere in the house. She laughed, relaxing into the bed, under the warmth of the covers. Not a minute after she closed her eyes, the sound of his feet, followed by a dip in the bed forced them open. “What are you doing?” She grinned as he fell on top of her, licking her neck before trailing kisses down her body. “Foolin’ around while your coffee brews,” he murmured against her skin, looking up at her with a smile so bright, she couldn’t say no.

Falling All in You | S.H.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Female Best Friend Reader

Warning(s): Language, short and sweet but a whole lotta fluff

Summary: Steve’s fondest memories of Y/N seemed to take place in the rain. Therefore, it was no surprise the most pivotal moment in their relationship would follow suit

(GIF credit to @dearestmaryann)

Part Two

The windshield wipers worked frantically in a rhythmic pattern, diverting enough water from the glass for Steve to see the road before him. Heavy rain pelted the vehicle, drowning out the radio and allowing his mind to wander.

His earliest memory involved Y/N. And the rain. The moment remained so vivid in his mind, he could still feel the wet grass under his feet.

They couldn’t have been more than 4 or 5-years old, running around barefoot in the front yard of his childhood home. Rain clouds rolled in, darkening the sky and his mom called for them to come indoors. Never ones to listen, especially when they were together, they continued to chase each other, even as raindrops fell from the sky. Within minutes, they were both covered in mud from jumping in every puddle they could find before the rain would rinse the dirt from their clothes. His mom was absolutely mortified when she caught them. She forced them inside, wrapped them in warm towels and practically force-fed them soup, attempting to fight off a cold that she was convinced they would catch.

He laughed aloud because they did get sick afterwards. But to his recollection, it was absolutely worth it. He sighed, tightening his grip on the steering wheel as he continued in the direction of her house. Steve longed for things to be as simple as they were back then. Because right now, he was struggling to manage his time. It’s how he ended up in his current predicament. Somewhere, somehow, he forgot her birthday. For the first time in 19 years. He couldn’t recall how it happened but he was absolutely gutted because of it. The realization happened only a few minutes prior. He was on the phone with his mother, who called to simply check in as she was away on yet another business trip, when she asked how the pair had spent the previous day. When he revealed that he hadn’t seen Y/N but he spent the day with Robin instead, she inquired about what he purchased for Y/N’s birthday. He bounded out the door in a matter of minutes after ending the call. He was unsure how she would react when he showed up on her doorstep. The thought pulled another memory from him, making him chuckle.

Their first fight took place in middle school and of course, it was because he did something incredibly stupid. “I’m sorry,” Steve said, running over to her as she writhed in pain, holding her ankle, which was already starting to swell. He tried to help her up but she swatted him away angrily. “Go away, Steve!” Her words cut him like a knife, almost wounding him as badly as the sound of her cries. They were rough-housing and he pushed her a little too hard, knocking her down to the ground, causing her to twist her ankle in the process. He looked down to find her entire foot badly bruised and took off to get help from her mom. After a trip to the emergency room, she showed up to school the next day in a cast with the diagnosis of a fractured ankle. She didn’t talk to Steve for one whole week. Even back then, it didn’t stop him from littering her locker with notes, begging for her forgiveness and vowing to never hurt her again.

He cringed because to this day, he was convinced it was the longest, most agonizing week of his life. He remembered the pain in his chest that he felt once the two had reconciled. When he was finally able to sign her cast, there was barely any room left. It amazed him that something so trivial could be etched into his brain forever. A roll of thunder pulled him from his thoughts but only for a moment.

However, his most cherished memory was that of their most recent encounter in the rain - the night of their senior prom.

Instead of the two leaving the crowded gymnasium with their dates, they snuck away and left together. “I feel bad,” she admitted, despite the bright smile on her face as Steve grabbed her hand. “They’ll be fine,” he murmured, pulling her close as they stood in her driveway. “C’mere. I didn’t get to dance with you back there.” He could have sworn that her smile brightened, as if it were even possible. She was absolutely breathtaking, dressed in a big, frilly gown that reminded him of Scarlett O’Hara. At least, he thought that was the name of the woman in Gone with the Wind. He especially loved the fact that only one of her shoulders was covered by the fancy material, the other completely exposed, drawing his attention to her collarbone. Her hair was down, the front pieces that framed her face pulled back with a bow. She didn’t hesitate, stepping forward and wrapping her arms around Steve’s neck. “You look handsome tonight,” she said after he placed his hands on her hips. He lead her in a dance, despite having any music. “Thank you. You look like a beautiful debutant,” he teased with a grin, earning a painful swat to his chest. “Okay, I deserved that,” he winced, making her laugh as they continued to dance. Out of nowhere, raindrops started to fall from the sky. It wasn’t much at first, so neither of them noticed until the bottom fell out and it became a downpour. Y/N screamed as the two were drenched in what felt like a matter of seconds. She went to run inside but he stopped her, picking her up by her waist. “Where do you think you’re going? I wasn’t done dancing,” he twirled her around with ease and she giggled, despite her ruined appearance. Little did she know that he was convinced she’d never looked this good before. He put her down before bowing dramatically, his hand outstretched to her. “May I?” He asked, smiling from ear to ear. She laughed before following along, curtseying before taking his hand. He so badly wanted to kiss her but instead, they danced the night away in her driveway as it rained.

Steve cut the engine after pulling into the same driveway from prom night. Except today, he planned on groveling for forgiveness. Nothing bothered him more than knowing she was unhappy with him. He got out the vehicle, slamming the car door behind him as he ran for the front door of her house. Once he made it onto the porch, he ran his hand through his wet hair, which somehow remained perfectly coiffed. He knocked twice, anxiously holding his breath as he waited for her to answer. He knew she was home from her car parked in front of his in the drive, so he knocked again. “Y/N,” he pleaded, growing more anxious with every passing second. Still no answer. “Shit,” he muttered to himself, placing both hands on his hips, calculating his next move. He walked off the porch and into the rain, about to head in the direction of her bedroom window but the sound of her voice caught his attention. “Steve?” He stopped at the foot of the steps, slowly turning to her. She wore nothing but the simplest sundress and a confused expression, her arms crossed against her chest. He didn’t move, he couldn’t if he tried, rain soaking his clothes and finally ruining his hair but he didn’t care. “I’m so sorry,” he explained. “I’m sorry that I missed your birthday. There’s no one more important to me than you and I would never miss anything for you on purpose.” She opened her mouth to interject but he continued. “Between work and carting Henderson, and his stupid gaggle of friends around, I can’t believe it slipped my mind.” He blinked, attempting to rid himself of water that built up on his lashes, clouding his vision but it was useless. She bit her lip, hiding a smile that threatened to appear. “I love you so much. I’m in love with you.. I think I’ve always been in love with you,” he admitted, feeling as though he was rambling, his nerves getting the best of him. Goddamnit Robin, he thought to himself. “My point is,” he paused, taking a deep breath as he tried to get back to the point of his appearance, “I would never do anything to hurt you. The thought of disappointing you makes me sick to my stomach. I’m so sorry, Y/N.” He could feel himself shaking, a combination of nerves and the cold from the rain. Unable to meet her eyes and terrified he would continue to ramble, he turned and headed in the direction of his car.

“I love you too, Harrington,” she said sweetly. The words echoed in his mind as he spun around to find her standing in the spot he had left at the bottom of the steps. She looked flawless in the pluvial rain, bright smile on display. They met each other half way and when she looked him in the eyes, Steve felt like a kid on Christmas morning. “My birthdays not ‘til tomorrow so you’re forgiven, by the way,” she whispered, her lips so close to his that her breath fanned his face. His eyes widened as she giggled but all he could do was grin, shaking his head from side to side. “So all this for nothing?” It was her turn to shake her head as she gazed up at him lovingly. “If you don’t kiss me, St-“ He collided his lips to hers before she could finish her sentence. He cradled her face in his hands, thumbs gently brushing her cheeks as their mouths moved in perfect unison, like they had done this a thousand times before. A perfect mix of vanilla, mint and rain took over his senses as he slipped his tongue into her mouth, deepening the kiss. She clung to him like their wet clothes clung to their bodies, neither of them wanting this moment to end. He trailed his hands from her cheeks to her waist, lifting her with ease as his lips never left hers. She giggled into his kiss, wrapping her legs around his waist and tangling her hands in his hair, while he carried her in an unknown direction. She assumed he was heading inside, so when her back met the hood of his Beamer, she gasped. He chucked, pulling away for enough time to brush her hair away from her face before finding her lips again. His body hovered over hers, blocking some of the rain as they made out like no one else was watching.

Summer Daze | J.M.

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.

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.

You in January | J.S.

Pairing: Jake Seresin x fem!Reader

Warning(s): Language, brief mentions of alcohol consumption, minimal use of Y/N

Summary: Reader comes to the realization that her heart belongs to someone that is not her fiancée. The only problem? It’s a little too late considering that it’s her wedding day.

Nestled away in the bridal suite, she had a perfect view of where the ceremony would take place outside. She watched as family and friends made their way over, taking their seats in front of the custom, handcrafted alter that was draped in lush greenery.

Everything was perfect. From the bright blue Texas skies that hung above without a single cloud in sight to the freshly cut flowers arranged in beautiful, ornate bouquets that hung at the start of each row. Her heart raced, pounding inside of her chest as the crowd grew in size. Today should be the happiest day of her life. Instead, she was petrified.

As the last of her bridesmaids received final touches to their hair and makeup, panic started creeping in. The sudden tightness in her chest making her feel as though she couldn’t get enough air into her lungs. “Are you ready?” A voice asked. Her throat burned from the knot that had formed as she turned to find her maid-of-honor, lips barely turning up as she forced a tight smile. “I just need a minute.” To her surprise, she managed to speak without her voice wavering. Her lifelong friend nodded before ushering everyone out of the suite and into the hall. “Take as long as you need. We’re ready when you are,” she murmured before closing the door.

Slowly, she strolled to the floor length mirror, eyes studying her reflection. The perfect amount of makeup on her face, enhancing her natural beauty and highlighting her best features. Hair styled exactly as she pictured it when she was a young girl, daydreaming about her future wedding. The long, sheer veil that was pinned to the crown of her head, secured by what felt like fifty bobby-pins. Then there was the dress. Despite the picture perfect image before her, she was falling apart on the inside.

With visibly shaky hands, she reached down and grabbed the skirt of her dress, bunching the material in her palms as she stormed to the doubledoors that lead from the bridal suite to the hall.

Opening the door less than one inch, she called for her maid of honor. Immediately, she answered “Yeah?”

She gripped the door handle, knuckles turning white as she swallowed back the bile in her throat. “Is Jake here?”

“Of course, he is.”

She exhaled, unaware that she was holding her breath in the first place. “Can you get him for me?”

“I don’t think we have time for t-“

She opened the door a little wider. That’s when her eyes met her friend’s, a pleading look on her face as she spoke, “I need to see him.” With an understanding nod, her maid-of-honor took off.

Growing tired of pacing due to the heavy weight of her gown, she crumbled to the floor in the corner of the room, a mess of tulle and chiffon pooled around her.

“Y/N?”

The sound of her pulse pounded in her ears, drowning out the steady noise from the hall until she heard the sound of his voice. When his green eyes met hers, everything went calm. No one else had that kind of effect on her. After shutting the door behind him, he quickly stormed over to her. “Sweetheart,” He drawled as he crouched down in front of her, pulling her into his chest. “Come here. I’ve got you.” He hugged her tight as she clung to him, arms wrapped tightly around his abdomen. That’s when the dam broke, tears that were sitting on her lash line finally spilling over, falling down her cheeks as her panic attack took over.

“I can’t do this,” she sobbed into his chest. Carefully, he cradled the back of her head with one hand. “Shhh, it’s okay.” With his free hand, he rubbed up and down her bare back, trying to sooth her. “Don’t talk like that. You can do anything you want to,” he encouraged, clearly under the impression that she was suffering from cold feet. Normal wedding day jitters. She shook her head from side to side, pulling back enough to peer up at him. “I don’t want to marry him,” she whispered, watching his eyes widen in surprise. He opened his mouth but quickly closed it, still trying to process her words. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, green eyes searching her face. For what, she didn’t know. “I’m sorry,” he paused, running his hands down the length of her arms before taking her hands in his. “What was that you said?” She sighed, closing her eyes as she took a deep breath, grounding herself before saying, “I don’t want to marry someone I’m not in love with.

She fully expected to find him staring at her with a dumbfounded expression when she opened her eyes or for him to bombard her questions. But when her eyes opened, there was Jake in all his glory, handsome and calm as ever. “Okay,” he murmured, getting to his feet, pulling her up with him. “What do you want to do?” He reached forward, taking her face into his warm palms before carefully wiping the tears from her cheeks with a gentle brush of his thumb. A sigh fell from her lips at his touch. He always treated her like fine china. “I just want to get out of here.”

He stopped thinking and tapped into his instincts, jumping into action. “Then let’s get out of here,” he drawled, gazing into her eyes, wearing his signature shit-eating grin. Moving quickly, she dashed to the vanity to retrieve her purse. She threw her phone inside before placing the strap over her shoulder. “Are you sure about this?” He asked one final time, extending his hand to hers, smile still in place. He didn’t doubt her for a second but he wouldn’t be able to live with himself without asking one last time. When her hand met his, it was the only thing he needed before emerging through the double doors, heading directly for the back exit.

Thankfully, luck was on their side as the hall was empty, making their run for the parking lot uneventful.

Except it turned out running across asphalt in a wedding dress was no easy task, so she tugged him to an abrupt stop, which allowed her to remove her stilettos from her feet. “Here,” he laughed, grabbing her heels in his hand before taking back off. She laughed, the sound music to his ears as her veil trailed in the wind behind her.

The couple arrived at his truck and he swung open the door for her to climb inside. Moving as fast as he could, he lifted her dress into the cab, stuffing it inside, making them erupt in laughter. The idea of changing crossed her mind for a split second but she couldn’t spend another second at that venue. “Jake,” she laughed, pulling the remainder of the fabric inside. “It’s fine,” she assured him before he finally shut the door. He rounded the front of the vehicle and climbed into the driver’s seat, tossing her shoes over his shoulder and into the back floorboard before he started the engine.

“Holy shit,” he exclaimed, pulling onto the open road. “That just happened.” The reality of her actions started to sink in. She expected to feel regret, maybe even remorse. But that wasn’t the case. Instead, she felt nothing but relief. She smiled, glancing over at her best friend, who was now her personal savior. With his eyes forward, focusing on the road ahead, she took in the sight before her. Considering the dress code the groom established, she fully expected for Jake to show up in his dress whites. A silent ‘fuck you’ to her former fiancé, who Jake tolerated for her sake. The simple, yet classic suit he dawned would have looked nice on someone else but on Hangman? The look would have brought her to her knees, if she hadn’t been sitting in the cab of his pickup. He’d never looked better. “Y’alright over there?” He asked, glancing over at her with worried eyes. As she nodded, he reached over the console, placing his hand into her lap. “Never better,” she murmured, smiling from ear to ear. His eyes returned to the road but his own smile remained.

After a short, quiet drive, they pulled into the familiar drive at his place. It was a cozy, two-bedroom house, where she felt more at home then anywhere else. She tried to tell herself that it was because she watched over the place when he got called to different duty stations, thus making it feel like a second home. But she knew, deep down inside, it was because everything inside screamed Jake. From the University of Texas memorabilia scattered throughout the house to the countless medals proudly on display, reminders of him were everywhere. The moment they stepped inside, she visibly relaxed. He had to bite back a chuckle as she plopped down on the couch, happily sighing as she ripped the veil from her head. “Do you want to change?” He asked, tossing his keys onto the coffee table. They purposefully left their phones in the truck. “Yeah. Definitely,” she chuckled, looking down at her gown. He disappeared into his bedroom, while she focused on removing the never-ending bobby-pins from her hair.

“I didn’t know if you’d want to shower first, so I laid some clothes out on my bed,” he stated, returning to the living room. She looked up, watching as he shrugged out of his coat before his finger went to work removing his tie. “Figured you could use my bathroom.” Taking a break from her hair, she got to her feet. She strolled to his bedroom, the sound of her dress dragging against the hardwood. She didn’t bother trying to pick it up. She didn’t care what happened to the garment, it was no longer serving a purpose for her. “Jake,” she paused, standing in his doorway. “Thank you.” His lips tuned up into a soft smile as he headed for the kitchen. Shaking his head, he replied, “Go shower. I’ll make us something to eat.”

Standing in front of his bathroom mirror, she finished removing the remaining pins from her hair, silently cussing her hairdresser. As she tossed the final pin onto the counter, an exhausted sigh fell from her lips. Soon, she’d have to explain herself to the very same family members and friends that were in attendance to witness and celebrate her nuptials. But today wouldn’t be the day. Desperate to shower and climb into bed, she reached behind her back to unzip her dress. “Come on,” she muttered to herself, blindly reaching around, feeling for the zipper. It was nowhere to be found. She turned, putting her back to the mirror when she realized why her attempts were coming up empty. The zipper was inconveniently placed directly in the center of her back, completely out of her reach. Without thinking twice, she called for help. “Jake! Can you come here?” When he entered the bathroom, he found her leaning against the counter, a defeated look on her face. He lifted his brows in silent question and she straightened. “Can you unzip me? I can’t reach the damn thing.” She turned, pulling her hair over her shoulder, presenting her back to him. He mumbled a quick ‘mhm,’ before reaching for the zipper.

Looking in the mirror, she met those green eyes that always seemed to stop her in her tracks. The serious expression on his face surprised her, almost as much as the way he gripped her hips in his hands, zipper seemingly forgotten. He leaned down, resting his chin on her shoulder, eyes peering into her soul as he spoke, “I want you to know there’s never been a more beautiful bride.” While she fought to hide the fact that she was blushing, his lips pressed to her bare shoulder before he completing the task at hand. After unzipping her dress with ease, he retreated to the kitchen, leaving her a flustered mess.

Inside his room, standing at the foot of his bed, wrapped in the coziest towel to ever exist, she admired the clothes he selected. Beside a pair of dark gray sweats was a single shirt that she easily recognized as one of his favorites. A plain, white long-sleeved cotton t-shirt with the infamous Gilley’s logo on the breast pocket. She remembered making the purchase like it was yesterday, sending it to him while he was originally at Top Gun. It was their favorite movie to watch after a night downtown. She slipped the sweats on first, rolling the waistband down three separate times, so the length fit her better. But as soon as she tugged the shirt over her head, the smell of Jake clouded her mind. Inhaling deeply, the stress from the day quickly dissipated.

After her shower, she joined Jake in the dining room, where they ate the most incredible spaghetti she’d ever had. Mid-way through dinner, he broke out her favorite bottle of mine, while he indulged in whiskey. She was working on her second glass when he asked her, “How are you feelin’?” He sat his glass on the table before leaning forward, elbows resting on his knees. She usually loved having his undivided attention but this time was different. No one knew her better than he did, so she knew pretending was pointless. He’d sense her lies within an instant. “Relieved,” she admitted with a sigh before taking a quick sip. “He wasn’t the one. I’ve known that for a long time now.” Lifting her eyes to meet his, she watched his brows furrow. “Why were you with him?” A simple question with a heavy answer. It was time for her to face the music. “I was settling,” she admitted with a slight shrug, swirling the wine in her glass, avoiding his gaze. “Why?” Her stomach twisted into a knot. Here went nothing. She downed the rest of her drink before she answered, “I didn’t think the person I was in love with would ever love me back.” She leaned forward, carefully placing her glass on the table top and pushing it back until it was completely out of the way. There was a breath, followed by a short pause before his hand found her knee. He cleared his throat.

“Who?”

“I think you and I both know the answer to that.”

The corners of her mouth turned up the slightest bit as she met his gaze. All the air left her lungs when he smiled at her. “January,” he muttered, million dollar smile never leaving his handsome, clean-shaven face. “Come again?” She asked, lifting her brows in confusion, which earned a laugh from her best friend as he shook his head. “It was January. Six years ago. We were at Dalton’s house for a party. You were talking to some girl, whoever he was dating at the time. You had on a red sweater and your favorite pair of jeans that always drive me crazy,” he admitted with a soft laugh, while she blushed five different shades of red. Sliding his hand from her knee, he grasped her thigh as he continued, “You had your head back, fake laughing like it was your job. That’s when I knew.”

“Knew what?”

“That I loved you.”

Convinced that her heart was moments away from leaping out of her chest and onto the table, she sank further into her chair as his confession replayed in her mind. “Why didn’t you say something?” She asked, laughing lightly. He chuckled, shrugging his shoulders calmly. “I didn’t think you felt the same. I guess I was afraid you’d reject me.” There was that grin again. “Oh, yeah. Rejection. Guess that’d be a first for Hangman, huh?” She teased, making him roll his eyes as they laughed.

After a moment of silence, she took a deep breath, gathering her nerves as she stared into his gorgeous eyes. “I’ve loved you from the very beginning.”

Her words wiped the smile from his face as his eyes flickered from hers to her lips. Finally inching closer, he cupped her cheek with his free hand, lips meeting hers. Prior to kissing him, she thought the sparks that people referred to in romance novels or cheesy romcom movies was total bullshit. But as her lips molded to his, she experienced it firsthand. Electricity radiated throughout her body as his hands found her hips, pulling her on top of him effortlessly. With one arm wrapped around his broad shoulders, she used her other hand to play with the wisps of blonde hair at the nape of his neck. When Jake deepened the kiss by slowly licking the inside of her mouth, she melted in his strong arms.

She pulled away, completely breathless as she gazed into his eyes. “I love you,” she whispered, resting her forehead against his. He closed his eyes, allowing the words to wash over him. “I love you,” she whispered, kissing his right cheek. “I love you.” A kiss to his left cheek. “I love you.” A quick quick peck to his lips.

He couldn’t stop grinning as he stared at her in total admiration. “I love you,” he murmured, breath fanning across her face. Cradling her cheeks in the palms of his hands, he nuzzled the tip of her nose with his. “I’ll love you ‘til my last breath,” he promised before finding her lips again. The way his lips moved against hers, his tongue inside her mouth, his hands in her hair, she knew he meant every word.

She knew that her actions were selfish. Stringing her fiancée along for years, knowing that ultimately, he would never own her heart. No matter how long she ran from it or how much she tried denying it, there was no one else for her except Jake Seresin. As if he could read her mind, he mumbled against her lips, “Tomorrow.” He smiled, kissing her jawline. They would face the mess that she created head on. But more importantly to her, they would deal with it together.

Navy Blue | R.C.

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x fem!Kook Reader

Warning(s): 18+ due to explicit unprotected sexual intercourse (p in v sex), language, enemies to lovers, slow burn (kind of), brief mentions of alcohol consumption, drug abuse and past trauma. Minors, do NOT interact.

Summary: When the reader decided to return home to Kildare Island after graduating from college, the last thing she expected was to fall in love. Let alone fall head over heels for her worst enemy.

Author’s Notes: We all know I’m a total whore for Drew and by proxy, Rafe. But I found myself thirsting even more over him in that damn blue suit. Since the only crumbs we have are BTS pictures, I had to go with a different banner this time as a visual aid.

Part Two

The sound of incessant chatter echoed loudly throughout the luxurious seaside home. From an outsider’s perspective, one could easily believe that all of Figure 8 was in attendance for tonight’s gala. A who’s who of Kook royalty, if you will. As if they needed a reason to throw a party, Y/N’s parents used her graduation from the University of North Carolina for such an extravagant celebration. Despite the Kook lifestyle being all she knew, she hated every minute of it, especially these stuffy soirées. The evening gowns and open bar with top shelf alcohol were the only things that made these events bearable for her.

With his hand at the small of her back, he guided her inside and through the crowd of people, towering over everyone due to his impressive height. He didn’t remove his hand, even as they approached the bar, where she ordered a vodka cranberry and he ordered.. water? She had to do a double-take to ensure that her ears didn’t fail her. He chuckled, studying her surprised expression as he handed the bartender his glass for it to be refilled with water. “Sober, remember?” Immediately, color drained from her face. She opened her mouth but quickly shut it once she realized that she didn’t have anything snarky to say. Instead, she felt like a complete and total asshat for ordering alcohol in front of him. “Right,” she nodded, grabbing her drink from the bartender, feeling very much like an alcoholic, despite it only being her third drink of the night. “Wanna go somewhere quiet?” She asked, having to speak louder over the music and constant chatter. He nodded before following her as she guided him up the grand staircase.

With his hand at the small of her back, he guided her inside and through the crowd of people, towering over everyone due to his impressive height. He didn’t remove his hand, even as they approached the bar, where she ordered a vodka cranberry and he ordered.. water? She had to do a double-take to ensure that her ears didn’t fail her. He chuckled, studying her surprised expression as he handed the bartender his glass for it to be refilled with water. “Sober, remember?” Immediately, color drained from her face. She opened her mouth but quickly shut it once she realized that she didn’t have anything snarky to say. Instead, she felt like a complete and total asshat for ordering alcohol in front of him. “Right,” she nodded, grabbing her drink from the bartender, feeling very much like an alcoholic, despite it only being her third drink of the night. “Wanna go somewhere quiet?” She asked, having to speak louder over the music and constant chatter. He nodded before following her as she guided him up the grand staircase.

With his hand at the small of her back, he guided her inside and through the crowd of people, towering over everyone due to his impressive height. He didn’t remove his hand, even as they approached the bar, where she ordered a vodka cranberry and he ordered.. water? She had to do a double-take to ensure that her ears didn’t fail her. He chuckled, studying her surprised expression as he handed the bartender his glass for it to be refilled with water. “Sober, remember?” Immediately, color drained from her face. She opened her mouth but quickly shut it once she realized that she didn’t have anything snarky to say. Instead, she felt like a complete and total asshat for ordering alcohol in front of him. “Right,” she nodded, grabbing her drink from the bartender, feeling very much like an alcoholic, despite it only being her third drink of the night. “Wanna go somewhere quiet?” She asked, having to speak louder over the music and constant chatter. He nodded before following her as she guided him up the grand staircase.

If you had told Y/N earlier in the day that Rafe Cameron would be sitting in her bedroom on the night of her graduation, she would have laughed hysterically. Except that’s exactly what was happening in real time. Instead of mingling with others, like a proper guest of honor, she was hiding in her room with someone she absolutely despised. Until tonight. After they entered the room, she shut the door behind him and kicked off her high heels with a grateful sigh. She quickly downed her drink, emptying the glass of all its content before sitting it on her bedside table. “I’m sorry, I forgot what you said before I ordered that,” she explained, heading towards the balcony. It was her absolute favorite thing about her childhood room. He shook his head, shoving his free hand into his pocket as she opened the door to the balcony and stepping out. “It’s no problem. Really,” he smiled and quite literally took her breath away. Had to have been the vodka she just ingested. She grabbed her floor-length dress and lifted it a few inches, allowing her to sit on the outdoor sofa that overlooked the water. She curled her legs underneath her, getting comfortable as he sat beside her. “I don’t mean to be so forward but holy shit, you’re different.” He laughed, leaning forward and sitting his glass on the coffee table in front of them. They could hear the party dying down beneath them but thankfully, they remained hidden from all the guests. “No, no. I get it,” he shifted so his body was facing her before he continued. “Shit got really bad. I was so strung out on coke that I couldn’t function without it. I ended up getting in trouble with my dealer and my dad kind of bailed me out,” he paused, sighing. “But then I got into even more trouble and my dad fucked me over. It was a mess.” She couldn’t tear her eyes away from him as she hung onto his every word, completely invested in his story. Anytime he looked away from her, she used the opportunity to appreciate the way his Adam’s apple bobbed as he spoke. She tried to recall what his voice sounded like in school as she was convinced it had deepened over the years. She loved listening to it. “I had to fall on my face before I realized exactly how bad my addiction was. Coke, alcohol, even weed. Hell, I was raiding Topper’s mom’s medicine cabinet, stealing pills, fuckin’ cough syrup.” He shook his head in disbelief. “I just woke up one day and said fuck that. I haven’t looked back since.” His smile was so contagious that she couldn’t help but grin.

“Enough about my ass though. Happy graduation!” Using his hands, he gestured to the events going on beneath them. She only laughed, playfully rolling her eyes. “How’s it feel?” He asked, sitting back against the sofa and draping his arm across the cushions as he faced her, giving her his complete and undivided attention. “So good. All that hard work and so many sleepless nights, it paid off. Now I own one very expensive piece of paper and I have a caffeine addiction. Yay!” She threw her hands in the air dramatically before they both laughed. The conversation rolled so naturally, she couldn’t believe it. She was actually enjoying her night with the same person, who would infuriate her to no end in high school. Everything about him felt different and honestly? She would be lying if she said that she wasn’t intrigued. “Knew you could do it, Y/N,” he said sweetly, looking so deep into her eyes that she forgot to breathe. She felt his gaze in her soul. Adverting her eyes from his gaze, she blushed, looking down and picking at a random loose thread in the couch’s material. “I, uh, don’t know if you’d be interested but I’d love for you to have lunch with me.” Her heart skipped a beat before pounding against her chest. It was so loud, she could hear it in her ears. “I’d love to show you around the office. Maybe we can sit down and talk about what kind of job you’re interested in. Between our company and our network, I’m sure we can get something lined up.” Little did she know that he was simply using business as an excuse to get her alone with him. He always had a thing for her but instead of wooing her in high school, he was a dick and ruined any chance he had at her. He was dying to make up for lost time, if she would allow him to. A grin curled her lips as she nodded, looking in his eyes. “Absolutely.”

Admittedly, she was still skeptical of Rafe. After all, the night of her graduation party was the first time she’d been back home since leaving for college in the first place and he could have merely been blowing smoke up her ass for all she knew. However, she knew just the person that could confirm if the information he’d provided to her was true.

“I saw Rafe last night,” she stated, seated at the dining room table with her parents for breakfast the following morning. Her mother’s eyes met hers and her face lit up. Since they were in diapers, her mom had been trying to play matchmaker. She was convinced they were destined to be together, despite Y/N’s natural disdain for him. Until last night, that is. “Oh, yeah? I was hoping you would,” her mother said casually, despite her folding her hands on top of the table. By her body language alone, Y/N could tell that she was excited for where their conversation was headed. “What’s his deal?” She asked, going back to eating her eggs as she tried to seem nonchalant. The older female saw right through it. “Oh, honey. Rafe’s completely changed his life and turned it around. He went back to school and got his degree. He’s taken over for Ward, running the Cameron’s company all on his own,” she gushed, proudly. “He’s doing a damn fine job too,” her dad added, the sound of his voice catching her off guard. “All that boy needed was to get away from his dad. Since doing that, he’s done nothing but succeed.” She fought back a smile. Well, shit. Maybe he had cleaned his act up after all.

She purposely waited a few days before grabbing her phone and shooting a text to Rafe. Her fingers moved swiftly across the touchscreen as she typed out the message. Only to delete the letters and reword the text a total of six times before finally hitting send.

Y/N: Hey! It’s Y/N. When would be a good time to meet up and discuss possible job opportunities?

She smiled proudly at her decision to play it safe, sending the text under the false pretense of a possible business opportunity. When in reality, she only wanted to see him. She didn’t have a chance to sit her phone down before the device buzzed in her hand, making her jump.

Rafe: I was hoping to hear from you. How’s this afternoon sound? My last meeting’s at one o’clock.

A second text followed, not even a half-second later.

Rafe: I’d really like to see you.

She smiled, reading his words on her screen before checking the clock. She had enough time to shower and get ready before she would need to leave. Quickly, she typed out a response and sent the text off before heading to her en-suite bathroom to get ready.

Y/N: See you soon!

With the purpose of their meeting being strictly business, she dressed with that in mind. She kept it business casual, looking painlessly professional in black slacks, a black blouse and a houndstooth patterned blazer. You could never go wrong with the classics. She polished off the look with strappy black heels that clicked loudly against the polished hardwood as she walked to the front desk. “Hello! How may I help you?” The perky blonde receptionist beamed. “I’m Y/N,” she introduced herself with a smile. “I’m here to see Rafe.” The administrative assistant nodded, her smile never leaving her face as she picked up the phone, dialing what Y/N could only assume was his extension. Less than a minute later, there he was, looking dangerously attractive, even more so than the other night. He donned a simple white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, displaying his forearms. Suddenly, her mouth felt bone dry. “Y/N! I’m so happy you came.” She barely had time to register his words before his long arms enveloped her in a tight hug. Instinctively, she hugged him back before immediately regretting her decision. He smelled absolutely divine. A perfect mix of mahogany, teakwood and lavender invaded her senses but it was the hardness of his body that clouded her mind. How the hell was she supposed to act professional when all she wanted was to strip him stark naked and blow him? She smiled, looking up at him. Even in heels, she was no match for his height. “Thank you for inviting me,” she murmured, eyes never leaving his blue orbs.

After a quick tour of the office, where he introduced her to everyone, they entered his office. Inside was a man that she had never seen before. He appeared to be in his mid to late thirties, dressed in a light blue dress shirt and khakis. Sure, he wasn’t a bad looking guy but he couldn’t hold a candle to Rafe. “You must be Y/N,” He stated, standing with a smile and politely offering her his hand. She gladly accepted, shaking firmly. “This is Matthew,” Rafe introduced the stranger as he gestured to the conference table that sat in the corner of his large office. Expensive leather chairs surrounded the table. She sat first, settling into the surprisingly comfortable chair as her handsome new friend took a seat beside her and Matthew directly across from them. “He owns a cloud computing company and is in need of someone to handle their marketing.” While he spoke, the other gentleman nodded his head before joining in the conversation. “Rafe and I were out at dinner the other night when I told him that I was struggling. I’ve interviewed at least seven candidates and not a single one has what I need for my company.” His next words hit her like a ton of bricks. “And then he mentioned you.” She whipped her head in Rafe’s direction before she could stop herself. Not even a week of her being home or the two becoming friends and he was recommending her to people he had worked with for years. “He talked about your drive and determination. He went on and on about how once you put your mind to something, you don’t give up until you accomplish it.” Her eyes fell to the table, a deep blush dusting her cheeks, which she hoped and prayed neither of them saw. But Rafe did. He noticed everything she did. Even when they regarded each other as enemies. “That’s what we need for our company. Then he gave me your resume, which was even more impressive. So you’ve got a position, ready and waiting for you, if you’re interested.”

After shaking hands with her new boss, Matthew, he excused himself and left. She was to report to his office the following week, where they would discuss salary and her schedule before putting everything in an official contract. Because of Rafe Cameron, she had a job, where she could actually put her degree to use. She remained seated in complete and total disbelief. Rafe remained cool, calm and collected as he traveled to his desk, grabbing his coat jacket and his keys. “You ready to get out of here?” She furrowed her brows in confusion. “What?” He laughed, noticing her expression. “Where are we going?” He flashed his megawatt smile as he sauntered over to her, extending his hand. “Come on. You promised to have lunch with me, remember? This is the same but dinner. Plus, we’ve got to celebrate.” He winked. She remained silent, taking his hand and following his lead, walking out the building and heading to his truck. The same one he’s had since high school. Ever the gentleman, he opened the passenger side door and helped her inside before climbing into the cab himself. Throwing a cheeky grin in her direction, he started the engine and hit the road.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” She asked, studying the way he gripped the steering wheel as he drove, a song by The 1975 playing quietly on the radio. He sighed, stealing a glance at her before focusing back on the road. “I have about fifteen years of being a grade-A dickhead that I have to make up for,” he murmured. She snorted a laugh, tearing her eyes off of him and looking out the windshield. “Yeah but.. a job?” He shook his head in reply. “That was all you, babe. You landed that job on your own. I just made a suggestion to an old colleague.”

Both were silent the rest of the drive. Neither muttered a single word until he pulled the truck into the driveway of an unfamiliar beach home, parking in the garage and shutting the door behind him after he cut the engine. As if he could read her mind, he answered her question without her even vocalizing it. “It’s not exactly Tanneyhill but it’s more of a home than that place could ever be.” He got out and made his way around the truck bed, helping her out. Without releasing her hand, he guided her inside. “I have to warn you. I happen to think I’m an amazing cook but I only cook for myself. So take that for what it’s worth,” he said, guiding her to the center island. She laughed, shaking her head as she sat down, immediately shrugging off her blazer. “You’re cooking for me?!” She asked, hanging the piece of clothing over the back of her barstool as he froze in place, a pained look flashing across his handsome face. “Yeah. I hope you didn’t have plans. I shouldn’t have assumed.” She leaned forward on her elbows, smiling from ear to ear, radiating excitement. “Shut up and feed me, Rafe. I’m starving.”

In a matter of minutes, he whipped up the best chicken carbonara she’d ever had in her life. He paired it with pan-seared scallops and stuffed tomatoes. To say that she was full was an absolute understatement, which explained her wide eyes when he brought out dessert. “Oh my god. No! I can’t breathe as it is,” she laughed until he peeled the tin foil back to reveal her favorite dessert in the entire world.

“You sure ‘bout that?”

“Is that-“

He interrupted, finishing the question before she could. “Mrs. Heyward’s chocolate pound cake? Yep.”

She bit her bottom lip, attempting to resist the temptation and failing miserably. Mrs. Heyward’s pound cake was legendary. No one, absolutely no one, on Figure 8 or the Cut could make anything even remotely close.

“I’ll be deeply offended if you don’t share at least one piece of cake and a cup of coffee with me,” he teased, batting his long lashes and sticking out his bottom lip, giving her the most precious pout she’d ever seen. “Fuck you, I’m not sharing. Gimmie my own piece.”

He laughed. The sound was music to her ears and that’s when she knew. She was falling for the one person she least expected.

After that night, the two were absolutely inseparable. It started with lunch. Her new office was only two blocks from his and everyday, without fail, they had lunch together. Even on his days off. If she was in the office for work, he was joining her, never missing one of their lunch dates.

From there, it advanced to lunch on Saturdays. Coffee runs on Sunday mornings. Before spilling over into the occasional dinner on random week nights until it became a nightly occurrence. When they weren’t physically together, they were in constant contact. Either texting or talking on the phone. It happened organically. The person that she used to dread seeing quickly became the one she longed to see everyday.

Without a doubt, he was her best friend.

It was a typical Friday night for the pair. One would be responsible for cooking dinner and the other would handle the clean up. Every week, they rotated responsibilities. This week, it was her turn. She cooked earlier in the evening, which meant he was in charge of cleaning the kitchen. She was sprawled out his big, comfy sectional that reminded her of a cloud, while he stood at the sink, washing dishes. Domesticated Rafe was her absolute favorite. Mindlessly, she scrolled through Netflix in search of their first movie for the night. His eyes locked on her as he spoke from the kitchen, “Move in with me.” The words fell casually from his lips. Y/N’s finger paused on the remote before she sat up, looking at him over the back of the couch. He simply laughed, quickly rinsing off his hands and drying them before he made his way to her, rounding the couch and taking a seat beside her. In one swift movement, he grabbed her ankles and placed her legs over his, so she could remain in her comfortable position. “I mean it, Y/N. You’re here all the time anyways and I know you’re going bat shit crazy living with your parents,” he noted, his hand grasping her naked calf as he spoke, eyes locked on her. “I don’t know. I don’t want to impose. You’ve already done so much.” He rolled his eyes, scoffing at her. “Are you shittin’ me? I’d love to have you here.” His smile told her everything that she needed to know, although he continued to babble anyway. “Think of how much money you’ll save on gas alone because we can ride into work together,” he pleaded as she pondered the idea. “Okay.” Somehow, his grin grew wider as he pumped his fists in the air, clearly satisfied with her answer before throwing himself on top of her and tickling her sides. The sound of their laughter echoed throughout the once empty house.

Within seventy-two hours, she had officially moved in. Rafe quickly realized that nothing made him happier than coming home to her. Admittedly, she was terrified that by moving in, they would grow tired of one another or get on each other’s nerves but it couldn’t have been more of the opposite.

The more time they spent together, the flirtier they became. There had always been underlying sexual tension between the two, even prior to them being friends but now, it was more evident than ever. Longing looks they once shared over dinner became a soft touch that lasted a few seconds too long to be considered friendly. Less clothes covered their bodies as they lounged around the house or worked out together, practically daring the other to make the first move.

Rafe was the one to step up and bite the bullet.

It was the last official day of summer. To celebrate, they joined what once was an unlikely friend group, consisting of Rafe’s sister, Sarah, her boyfriend named John B and Rafe’s childhood best friend, Topper. Taking out Topper’s boat, they met up with the rest of their friends on the water.

Within minutes of anchoring down, reggae music played loudly through the boat’s speakers as their friends swam in between Topper’s boat and one that belonged to none other than JJ Maybank. Like usual at their parties, the girls broke off from the guys, congregating on JJ’s boat and dancing, while the boys horse played in the water. “Y/N! Kie!!” The sound of Pope hollering their names caught both the girls' attention. “What do you want?!” Kiara asked, clearly annoyed. Y/N couldn’t help but laugh, secretly loving their dynamic. “We’re going wakeboarding. You’re down, right?” The curly haired brunette nodded eagerly, while the other girl shook her head.

“No, thank you.” Although she denied the offer, she tried to be as sweet about it as possible.

“The hell you aren’t,” Rafe said, his deep voice startling her as she hadn’t seen him swim into view. “Get your ass into the water.”

“Yeah. Uh Huh.. Okay,” she scoffed playfully, dismissing him with a laugh as she turned to grab her phone.

Before she knew it, Rafe climbed aboard and wrapped his strong arms around her waist. His warm breath tickled her neck as he spoke directly into her ear for only her to hear. “Get your cute little ass in the water or else,” he warned, his husky voice and flirty words going straight to her core. She didn’t shy away from him. Instead, she pushed her ass out, purposefully brushing against his crotch before realizing exactly how bad the idea was. Considering they were both dressed in bathing suits, the thin material of her bikini bottoms and his swim trunks left little to nothing to the imagination. Her worry soon disappeared as Rafe lifted her with ease and tossed her overboard, jumping into the water behind her.

To her surprise, wakeboarding was like riding a bike. It had been years since she got up on a board but once she did, she was hooked all over again. After crashing, she signaled to Topper that she was done. He brought the boat to a complete stop as she swam back. “I see you, little miss badass,” Rafe beamed, helping her climb aboard. She laughed, unclipping her life jacket and shrugging it off her body. “Shut up,” she teased, giving him a playful shove, making him laugh as he took the life jacket from her, placing it on the floor. “Shit, Y/N. That looks painful.” Her eyes widened at his words, filling her with instant anxiety. “What does?” She asked, worry evident in her voice as she watched her roommate remove his sunglasses, hanging them on the chain around his neck. Gently, he took her face in his hands and examined her newly discovered sunburn. “Sunscreen?” Biting down on her bottom lip, she shook her head in his hands, feeling like the size of an ant as he looked at her in disbelief. “You know better,” he chastised, releasing her before grabbing his book bag and fishing out a tube of aloe vera. “C’mere,” he said after squirting some onto his fingertips. She stepped closer and looked up at him as he ever so gently applied the gel to her irritated skin. “I know, I know,” he cooed as she winced. Holding her face in his hands again, he used his thumbs to make sure the gel covered all the redness that spread from her nose to the tops of her cheeks. As much as he wanted to blame the romantic setting of the sun setting behind him or the loving look in her eyes, Rafe couldn’t deny his desires any longer. His eyes darted from her eyes to her lips, which were slightly parted. He’d never seen anything more kissable in his life. “I wanna kiss you so bad right now,” he whispered, his eyes finding hers again. “I always want to kiss you but right now, I’m struggling.” Her signature smile appeared and he felt every ounce of control melt away, watching as she leaned in. He met her half way, crashing his lips to hers. Over more than ten years of desire poured into one kiss and god, they both could feel it. As he cradled her flawless face in his hands, deepening the kiss, she grasped his forearms in hopes of remaining steady in the event that her knees gave out. Slowly, as if it was the last thing he wanted to do, Rafe pulled away. He opened his eyes to find her smiling as he stroked her sunburned cheek. “Mmm,” she hummed, stepping even closer and wrapping her arms around his naked abdomen. “I’ve wanted you to do that for so long,” she whispered. She felt his abs flex against her as he chucked, his thumb tracing her bottom lip as he bit down on his. He wanted more and so did she. “Yeah? I’m sorry it took me so long.” With his free hand, he ran his fingers through her wet hair. “S’okay. You can make it up to me by doing it again.” And that he did.

Despite the fact they didn’t arrive home until well after two o’clock in the morning, both were wide awake. Sleep was not on their agendas. Before they entered the house through the back door, Rafe peered over his shoulder, watching their friends disappear from the dock before he was all over her. The kiss was now drastically different. This time, it was hot and desperate, full of tongue and teeth. If there was any question about exactly how desperate they were for one another, it was clearly evident now. He hooked his hands under her hips and lifted her up, guiding her to wrap her legs around his waist as he reached for the door. He brought them inside, kicking the door shut behind him with a little too much force, causing it to slam. “Sorry,” he laughed before finding her lips again and walking down the hall to the closest bedroom. Only when her back met the mattress did she realize they were in her room, although their location was the furthest thing from her mind. He could have her on any surface in every room of the house and she would gladly take it.

Her hands were all over him as she explored the planes of his broad chest, savoring the feel of his muscles under her palm as he rutted against her barely clothed core. “Mmm. Rafe,” she sighed when his lips found her neck. “We can stop now. We don’t have to do this,” he murmured before continuing to litter her neck with wet kisses. “Want this,” she paused, rolling her hips. “Want you so bad.” He bit down on her neck, thrusting his hips forward. She moaned in response, nails scraping his lower stomach as she tugged on the hem of his board shorts, signaling she wanted them gone. While trailing the tip of his tongue along the length of his neck, he reached behind her and untied the thin pieces of fabric at the nape of her neck before descending down her body, leaving a trail of wet kisses before stopping between her tits. She arched her back, body chasing him, silently pleading for more and he used the opportunity to reach behind her, and untie the last piece that kept her breasts confined and hidden. He pulled the fabric away from her, throwing it off the bed haphazardly before kneading her newly exposed skin. “So fuckin’ perfect,” he whispered, his breath ghosting over one of her already hardened buds. He licked it teasingly before wrapping his lips around it and sucking harshly, while rolling her other nipple between his fingers. She writhed underneath him, squeezing his biceps as she slowly lost her mind to his sweet assault.

He groaned as he pulled away from her tits, sitting back on his haunches with his fingers inside the hem of her bikini bottoms. In Rafe’s mind, this was it. There absolutely was no going back after this. He locked eyes with hers, staring into her soul as she nodded her head. There was no doubt in her mind, this is what she wanted.

She lifted her hips as he tugged down the last remaining fabric on her body, his eyes never leaving hers as he pulled the bottoms down her toned legs. He pushed himself off the bed and stared down at her, his eyes raking in every inch of her newly exposed body. “Fuck,” he muttered, quickly reaching for the band of his shorts and pushing them down to the floor. Her tongue darted out, wetting her bottom lip as his cock sprang free. “There’s no way you’re real.” Her words made him grin as he climbed back onto the bed, settling in between her welcoming thighs. “You’re so beautiful. I don’t even know where to begin,” he admitted shyly, staring down at her with eyes full of wanton lust as he toyed with her tits. She bit her lip, reaching forward and taking his cock in her hand. He hissed as she stroked him at a dangerously slow pace. His mouth found hers, plunging his tongue inside, massaging against hers, his hands taking purchase in her hair.

“Condom?” He asked against her lips, untangling his hands from her and ghosting down the length of her neck, falling to her shoulder, then down to her collarbone, where he traced her skin with his fingertips. ��Uh, yeah,” she murmured before rolling onto her belly, reaching for her nightstand. Considering she hadn’t been with someone in over a year and this was the last thing she expected to take place, she silently prayed that luck was on her side as she opened the top drawer and reached inside. While she searched, Rafe’s were glued to her ass. He grasped her hips roughly and lifted her lower half, grabbing two pillows from the head of her neatly made bed and stuffing them under her hips. With her ass now in the air, every bit of her exposed and on full display, he roughly kneaded before spreading her cheeks apart and spitting. The sound alone was enough to turn her on but when she felt his saliva coat her puckered hole, she audibly moaned. He didn’t need any assistance. In fact, she was absolutely soaked with arousal, he simply gave in to his deepest desires anyway. He spread his spit to her clit, circling once before plunging his middle finger inside of her without warning.

It was official. Rafe Cameron was going to be the death of her. “Shit,” she gasped. Partly in frustration because she hadn’t found a condom yet but mostly because Rafe quickly added a second finger. “Fuuuck,” he groaned, watching the way his slender fingers sunk into her with decadent ease. “Please, tell me that you found one.” He was desperate for her. He wanted to feel the warmth of her walls, squeezing his cock as he fucked her with every ounce of energy he could muster. “Hold on,” she said breathlessly as she shoved the top drawer closed and yanked open the bottom one. She didn’t even have time to search before she felt his cock slide into her. “Rafe!” She yelped, clutching the side of her bed, eyes falling shut at the pleasurable stretch and sudden fullness.

Never in his life, not even once in a drunken stupor or manic high, had Rafe fucked anyone without a condom. He wouldn’t risk the chance of an STD or unwanted pregnancy. But with Y/N? He couldn’t careless. He could have easily gotten up and walked down the hall to retrieve one from his room but fuck. He spent so many years longing for her but believing he would never get the chance, so now that she was underneath him, he couldn’t think straight. It didn’t feel real until her wet pussy clenching around his cock brought him back to earth as he slid to the hilt. “Holy shit,” he moaned, digging his fingertips into her hips before the realization hit. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I-I got too excited, couldn’t wait,” he said quickly, attempting to pull out, only for her to reach back and grab his hip. “Don’t you fuckin’ dare,” she snapped, pushing her hips backwards, so his dick never left her. “I need you to fuck me, Rafe.” The grin that curled his lips was bright enough to light the room alone until he bit down on his bottom lip, pushing his hips forward and bottoming out in her again. “Goddamn, Y/N. Holy fucking shit,” he stammered, while her nails dug into his tanned flesh.

Immediately, the sounds that he elicited from her were downright pornographic as he moved his hips in a languid pace. Her head fell forward, forehead pressed to the mattress as she gripped the sheets with both hands, while his sturdy hands ran up and down the length of her back. “So good, baby,” she whined. He smiled at the pet name, increasing the pace of his hips as he attempted to fuck her even harder. “So. Fucking. Wet,” he punctuated each word with a brutal thrust, making her cry out for more. “Need to look at you,” she pleaded over her shoulder, eager to get her hands on his perfectly sculpted body.

Carefully, he pulled out of her. With his knees still firmly planted on the mattress, he shoved the pillows that were once underneath her hips off the bed as she rolled over. “You’re so fucking hot,” she admitted, a wicked smile dancing across her face as she took a moment to appreciate him, while he nestled himself between her thighs. “I’m convinced you were made for me.” The words spilled from his lips as he pushed back inside of her, moaning as she somehow felt even tighter with the new angle. He hooked his arms under her thighs, spreading her legs wide as his body remained upright, moving his hips vigorously. “This pussy was made for me,” he proclaimed, jaw slack as he watched her take his cock greedily. She mewled, sitting up on her elbows and forcing herself to watch him as he fucked her for all she was worth. It was a truly glorious sight, one that she could never grow tired of. The muscles in his forearms flexed as he held her legs wide, brows furrowed and jaw clenched tight as he looked at where their bodies were connected. She reached forward, between her legs, splaying her hand on his stomach as his abs rippled against her palm with every thrust. “Oh fuck,” she cried out, teeth sinking into her bottom lip. When he looked up and locked eyes with her, she was a goner. “Rafe, baby,” she screamed, head falling back as her pussy clenched around him. “Oh, that’s a good girl right there.” When she clenched again, he chuckled. “Good fucking girl,” he praised, reaching for her feeble hand that was pressed against his lower stomach and lifting it above her head, intertwining their fingers as he pinned her down. With his free hand against the inside of her thigh, he spread her even wider, pinning one leg to the mattresses and quickening his hips. “That’s right, baby. Give it to me.” His filthy words in combination with his hypnotizing thrusts sent her over the edge.

For the first time, Y/N saw stars as pure, unadulterated bliss spread from the tip of her head to the bottom of her curled toes as her entire body spasmed underneath him. He fucked her through her orgasm, continuing his movements until she stopped shaking, indicating she was coming down from her high. “Jesus Christ,” he muttered, massaging her thighs before he released them and leaned forward to catch her lips. “Watching you cum is my new favorite thing.” Still dizzy from her orgasm, she giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck as his tongue wrestled with hers. “Wanna make you cum,” she whispered, rolling her hips. It was his turn to laugh before speaking against her swollen lips, “I don’t think you have to worry ‘bout that, babe.” He nuzzled his face in her neck, creating a pattern, where he alternated between licking and sucking different patches of smooth skin. His hands wandered to her tits, where he tweaked her nipples, while teasing her with slow thrusts.

“Rafe,” she whined, desperate for more. He smiled against her skin, reveling in the way she begged for more. He paid close attention to the way her breath hitched when he gripped her hips, sending his own forward as he pushed his cock as deep as their bodies would allow. Her newfound tightness caused a filthy moan to spill from his lips. “I’m not gonna last long,” he warned, voice strained and his breath completely ragged. Vulgar sounds echoed throughout the otherwise empty house. His finish was quickly building, he could feel it in the heaviness of his testicles each time they met her ass. “Where do you want me, baby?” He nipped at her shoulder, hips keeping their brutal pace. Still too blissed out to think any coherent thoughts, she blurted the first thing that came to her mind. “Cum inside of me,” she gasped, knees digging into his sides as he pounded her cunt relentlessly. “Please, please, please,” the words ran together as she begged. Burying his face in her neck, one final thrust, he gave into his release and granted her wish, spilling deep inside of her. It was the filthiest thing he’d ever done but fuck, it felt so right as he pumped her full of his cum. “Fuckin’ shit,” he groaned, teeth grazing her earlobe as his orgasm slowly ceased.

Propping himself on his elbows, so he could keep the majority of his weight off of her, he pulled back to marvel in the damage he’d done. Splotchy marks in different shades of red covered her neck, while she displayed a bright, fucked out smile behind freshly-kissed lips. Rafe couldn’t help it as he surged forward, beaming with pride, knowing that he was the cause of her beautifully disheveled appearance. “Hi,” he whispered, making her giggle as she lovingly massaged his shoulders. “Hi,” she responded, nibbling her bottom lip. “I don’t want to move.” He wrapped his arms around her waist and squeezed, hugging her body tight to his with his head resting on her breasts. “Then don’t,” she laughed, rubbing the back of his neck, earning a groan from deep in his throat. “Oh, I’m not planning on it. Hope you’re in this for the long haul because I’m not going anywhere.” She knew his words had a deeper meaning, which was the reason goosebumps appeared throughout her body. She smiled, her hand falling to his shoulder blades. “I know. I am too.” He lifted his head and found her lips, kissing her lazily, exhaustion from their lovemaking and late night finally settling in. “Promise me something?” She nodded her head, eyes falling shut. “Promise that as soon as we wake up in the morning, you’ll help me move your shit into my room. I can’t have my girlfriend sleep anywhere other than my bed.” She smiled, wrapping her arms around him and holding him tight. “Anything for you. Boyfriend.” Her words were the last thing he heard before falling asleep.

Sweet Catastrophe | R.C.

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x fem! Reader

Warning(s): Language, brief mentions of drugs (cocaine), heated argument that gets physical (pushing/shoving), leads to make up sex. 18+ ONLY due to explicit unprotected sexual intercourse - Minors, do NOT interact

Summary: Rafe and reader are in an established relationship. He promised that he would refrain from using. But things fall apart when she learns of him relapsing. Rafe desperately tries to pick up and mend the pieces the only way he knows how.

(GIF credit to @theedorksinlove)

Sarah’s words from earlier played on repeat in her mind. “Topper saw Rafe snorting a shit ton of coke last night.” She didn’t want to believe it was true. Months ago, he promised that he would get clean. He promised that he would no longer have contact with his dealer and that he would steer clear of people that were thought to be bad influences. But all the hope that she had went out the window the moment he walked through the front door of their shared townhouse.

He looked tired and disheveled, far from his usual proper attire. But it was the crazed look in his eyes that confirmed her worst fear. The look on her face must have said it all. “Baby, I can explain,” he stated, shutting the door behind him and quickly making his way to her. “Don’t touch me, Rafe,” She warned, pushing away from the sink, where she had been washing dishes, attempting to dodge him as he reached out for her. “Baby,” he whined, “Don’t be like that.” Rafe grabbed her arm, a little tighter than he intended to and she saw red. Snatching her arm from his grasp, she spun around and started her verbal assault. “Don’t what? Call you out on your fucking bullshit.” He stopped, his gaze falling to the ground as he was unable to meet her eyes. “You lied to me. For the millionth time, it feels like.” She tossed the dish rag that had been draped over her shoulder. “I’m so sick of this shit! I do nothing but support you,” she yelled, her voice growing louder each passing second. “You’re fucked up in the head, I get it. But I’ve told you, time and time again, to come to me and talk when you feel like using. I told you that I would help in anyway that I can.” She paused, a laugh slipping past her lips as she stood in utter disbelief of their current situation. “You’ve made me look like a goddamn idiot for the last time.” She turned and headed towards the door but his hold on her forced her to stop before she could even reach the handle.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” He snapped. It was like a switch had been flipped. Gone was the Rafe that was practically groveling at her feet a minute ago, he had been replaced by the heartless asshole she despised. “You think you’re sick of this?” He asked, an arrogant smile on display. “I’m fucking sick of you,” he spat. “Nothing I do is ever good enough. All you do is fuckin’ bitch.” She tried prying her wrists from his hands but it was no use. “Get the fuck off of me, Rafe!” She tried shoving him, which only pissed him off more. She winced as his grip tightened around her wrists. “Rafe, let go,” she said sternly. Without a word, he walked her backwards, only stopping when her back met the front door, pinning her against it. He watched as her determination quickly disappeared, fear evident on her face. She started to panic. “You’re hurting me. S-Stop,” she begged, tears welling up in her eyes. Throughout the entire length of their relationship, he had never laid a hand on her. Like any couple, they had their fair share of arguments but it never got physical. Not even close. Sure, he got into squabbles with a few Pogues but never with her. Not until now. Her Rafe would never but this man? Wasn’t her boyfriend. She knew it was the coke in his bloodstream that was causing him to lash out but it didn’t make her any less terrified. She closed her eyes, bracing herself for what might happen next. Without a word, he shoved her to the side and released her from his hold, storming out the door, the wall and windows vibrating from the force of the door slamming behind him. She sank to the floor, sobbing as she completely broke down, unable to process exactly what the fuck just happened.

Hours passed and Y/N had yet to move from where she had crawled into bed. She was too exhausted, both mentally and physically, to remove the mix of tears and runny mascara that had stained her face. The sound of the front door opening and closing caused her to tense up, bracing herself for the storm that was about to ensue. She had a feeling round two was about to begin. Closing her eyes and pretending to be asleep, she heard footsteps leading to the master bedroom, followed by shoes hitting the hardwood floor. There was a dip in the bed as he climbed onto the mattress before his arm wrapped around her, snuggling her tight. “Y/N,” his voice broke. She could tell he had been crying himself. “I’m so fucking sorry. I’m so sorry,” he said, running the tip of his nose along her neck, his warm breath tickling her skin. “I can’t get better without you.” She closed her eyes tighter, attempting to center herself, instead of falling for his empty promises like she always did. “I need you,” he whispered, his lips met her shoulder and danced upwards to her neck before settling at her jaw. “Only you can make me better, baby.” He hooked his finger underneath her chin, angling her face until her gaze finally met his. He had her exactly where he wanted her. He knew it and she did too. “I’ll go to rehab. You can piss test me,” he rambled as she turned, taking in his appearance. He was just as much of a mess as she was, eyes bloodshot from tears. “I’ll do whatever the fuck I gotta do. I love you. Please don’t leave me.” The tears in his eyes caused her to melt, giving into him completely as she took his handsome face into her shaky hands. “You’re capable of beating this. You don’t have to be your father,” she searched his eyes. Long gone were the blown pupils and instead, looking back at her were the pretty, blue eyes that she fell for all those years ago. “I just wish you saw what I see when I look at you,” she whispered. “I believe in you, Rafe.” The sight of her bruised wrists caught his attention. 

Ever-so-carefully, he brought her wrists to his lips and kissed with the faintest amount of pressure, his eyes never leaving hers. “I’ll never touch you like that again,” he promised, voice dripping with sincerity. “I will never hurt you again, baby. I’m so fucking sorry.” He surged forward, crashing his lips to hers as tears rolled down his cheeks. He pulled away before she even had a chance to kiss him back. “I shouldn’t be allowed to touch you after what I said, how I treated you. You shouldn’t let me be here. I need-“ She grabbed his hand and lifted it to her lips, kissing each knuckle before placing his palm against her cheek and nuzzling into it. “Make it up to me,” she whispered, closing her eyes and appreciating his warmth. He nodded before leaning forward and kissing her lips. Rafe had never been this gentle with her, treating her as though she was made of glass.

Desperate to feel him, she grasped the hem of his polo shirt and tugged upwards. Thankfully, he followed her lead and helped her remove the fabric, exposing his chiseled abdomen. Her hands were all over him, gliding over his back, across his shoulders, gripping his biceps before falling down his chest to his stomach. While her hands were exploring his body, his tongue was exploring her mouth, savoring her taste. He didn’t give a fuck how long it took, he was committed to turning his life around and giving Y/N everything that she deserved, and nothing less.

In a matter of minutes, they were both stripped naked with Rafe between her thighs, thrusting into her wet pussy with ease. It didn’t matter how much Y/N begged, he was going to take his time with her until she knew exactly how much he loved her. He didn’t want there to be any doubt left. He watched her through hooded eyes as her back arched off the mattress, her hair cascading around her and her mouth open wide, filling the air with the most obscene sounds he’d ever heard. “Fuck,” she gasped as he grabbed her leg, wrapping it around his body as he changed the angle ever so slightly. “Rafe!” With his free hand, he reached up and tangled his fingers with hers, pinning her to the mattress. “My beautiful fucking girl,” he moaned before nuzzling his face into her neck as he continued to split her open. “I’m going to get clean and I’m going to marry you.” Someway, somehow, he started fucking her even deeper and she lost her mind underneath him. With one hand tangled in his hair, tugging at the roots and the other hooked under his arm, holding onto his shoulder blade, Y/N felt herself slowly slipping away into bliss. “Rafe,” she moaned before his lips found hers and shut her up momentarily. “My dream girl. My little wife,” he spoke against her lips, smiling when he felt her walls clench around his cock. He knew that she was close and it was his goal to push her over the edge by simply using his words. “Fuck, I’ll make love to you like this everyday.” She squeezed his hand right, practically digging her nails into his skin as she felt that familiar knot in her stomach. “Come on, baby. Open your eyes,” he paused, resting his forehead against hers. “I wanna watch you fall apart.” That’s all it took to push her over the edge. She pulsed around him and squeezed his cock so tight, Rafe couldn’t hold back his release any longer.

It felt as though her high would never end. But when she finally came back down, the smile on her face said it all. “I love you so much,” Rafe said, his lips dancing along her jawline. She hummed, still completely blissed out as she clinged to his body for dear life. “Are you okay?” She couldn’t help but laugh, nodding her head before finally looking at him. “I’ve never been better. Do you think anyone would miss us if we stay here, like this forever?” He laughed, wrapping his arms around her and squeezing her tight. “Fuck everyone else. You’re all I need. Plus..” he paused, kissing all over her face. “I’ve done a lot of stupid shit that I need to make up for.” She giggled as he descended down her body, leaving a trail of wet kisses. “By all means,” she smiled before feeling his tongue on her clit.

God Blessed Texas | J.S.

Pairing: Jake Seresin x fem!reader

Warning(s): 18+ due to explicit unprotected sexual intercourse (p in v), oral sex (m receiving), dirty talk, light choking, exhibitionism, established relationship - Minors, do NOT interact

Summary: Jake and reader have always had a healthy, active sex life during the course of their relationship. But when she gets turned on, she can’t stop herself from getting her hands on him, despite his entire squad in attendance.

A/N: Feels so good to be back! Finally managed to break out of my writer’s block by putting this little piece together after falling head over heels for Hangman. Let’s just hope y’all can see it and I don’t get shadowbanned.

Between the television on full blast and the group of aviators in her living room, the unmistakable sound of college football filled the entire house. It seemed as though the majority of the Dagger squad surrounded the TV, eyes glued to the screen as they watched her boyfriend’s beloved Texas Longhorns play. It didn’t matter how hard she tried, it was impossible for her to take her eyes off of him. Even in that gawdy rust orange that she secretly had grown to love (though she would never admit it), he did things to her that she couldn’t explain. Little things caught her attention and drove her wild, like the way he nervously licked his lips while his team played defense or his boisterous voice when they secured the first down. When he threw his hands up, celebrating the first Longhorns touchdown of the game, she mustered up every ounce of self control to keep herself from lunging forward at the mere sight of his exposed stomach. Even if it was the smallest glimpse for a nanosecond. She was parched, absolutely thirsty for the man.

The worst part was, he damn well knew it.

In an effort to distract herself, she disappeared into the kitchen to prepare more food, despite the the finger foods that already covered every square inch of their dining room table. Absentmindedly, she opened a bag of chips and poured them into a serving bowl before she made her way into the living room without a word. She placed the bowl in the center of the coffee table, which seemed to distract the rest of the squad, who immediately went for it as she walked around to the back of the couch. Bending down, she ran her fingers through the sandy blonde hair at the nape of his neck before her lips pressed against the shell of Jake’s ear. Attempting to be as quiet as possible, she whispered, “I know you’re busy right now but whenever you get a sec, I’d love to have your cock down my throat.” With a sweet peck to his cheek, she disappeared, heading in the direction of their shared bedroom with a bright smile and rose tinted cheeks. That was a first for her. Usually, he was the one with the filthy mouth, whispering naughty things to rile her up or to help push her over the edge. Part of her wished she could be in the other room, so she could witness the expression on his handsome face firsthand.

As she perched herself on the edge of the mattress, Jake slipped through the door, wearing a proud smile. “You dirty little thing,” he drawled, locking the door behind him. Strolling over to her, green eyes raked over her body. From head to toe, he drank her in. She smiled triumphantly, gaze locked with his as he slotted himself between her legs. They shared a heated look for a short moment before his mouth found hers. He cupped her face in his palms, wasting no time, slipping his tongue into her awaiting mouth, eliciting a soft moan from her throat. She slipped her hands underneath his jersey, fingertips tracing the ridges of his abdomen. He broke their kiss, pulling back enough to look into her eyes with a devilish grin. “I believe there was something you wanted,” he teased, tracing her bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. Keeping her eyes locked with his, she nodded, licking her lips. Her hands fell to his belt, where she quickly went to work undoing the buckle. Turning her head, her lips parted briefly before wrapping around his thumb, gently sucking it into her mouth as she worked on the zipper of his jeans. “Fuck,” he groaned, voice thick with arousal. She released his thumb with a smile, tugging at the edge of his shirt. “I need to see you,” she whispered breathlessly. He wasted no time giving her what she wanted, reaching over his head and fisting a hand in the material before pulling it off his body completely. He didn’t have time to toss the fabric to the floor before her mouth was on him. She trailed wet, open mouth kisses down his chest until she pushed him back, just enough to allow her room to drop to her knees in front of him. With her eyes locked with his, she tugged down his jeans until they were pooled around his ankles. “Shit, baby,” he hissed when she mouthed his painfully hard cock through his boxer-briefs. Thankfully, she pulled the thin fabric down, allowing it to join his jeans as his erection sprung free.

Grabbing him by the base, she looked up at him through hooded eyes, her tongue connecting with his red, swollen tip. “Oh fuck,” he groaned, making her smile. The only thing that turned her on more than her boyfriend’s painfully good looks or his unbelievable body? The sounds he made during sex. As soon as she wrapped her lips around him, Jake’s hands tangled in her hair at the crown of her head. His jaw went slack, watching as he guided her to take the rest of him into her mouth. Although she gagged when he first touched the back of her throat, she closed her eyes and relaxed, taking a quick breath through her nostrils before going to work. “Baby, you look so damn pretty with my cock in your mouth,” he drawled, fighting the urge to rock his hips and fuck her face. He was usually the one in control. Therefore, on rare occasions where she took the lead, he happily followed.

She pulled back, removing just enough of him from her mouth to circle her tongue around his tip before sliding the rest of him back inside. He tugged at her roots and she moaned, the vibrations causing a grunt to fall from his parted lips. She squeezed her thighs together, searching for any kind of friction against her neglected clit. Going down on Jake was always something she enjoyed but there was something about him towering over her while she was on her knees that drove her wild. The roughness of his hands in her hair, the feel of his meaty thighs flexing under her palms, the wispy blonde hairs that he kept perfectly trimmed tickling her nose when she took every inch of him into her mouth. He dominated all of her senses and she could never get enough.

As she lost herself in him, his own resolve shattered in record time. “Fuck, let me look at you,” he demanded as he pulled her off of his cock with one hand, caressing her cheek with the other. In a matter of minutes, she went from looking perfectly dolled up to absolutely wrecked. Eyes watering, lips red and swollen, spit evident on her chin. There wasn’t a single doubt in his mind, she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Then she smiled, still kneeling in front of him, looking at him like he hung the stars in the sky. His trademark smile lit up his face as he studied her face, whispering a quiet, “I love you.” He didn’t wait for her to respond before crashing his lips to hers.

Before she knew it, he was depositing her on the bed, easily maneuvering her body so she was lying on her stomach against the mattress with him behind her. The soft moment from before was long gone, replaced by a needy Hangman that physically ached to be inside of his girl. “Fuck me, Jake,” she begged, gasping as he yanked down shorts, the tiny pair of underwear she had on going with them. “Yes ma’am,” he murmured, Texas accent on full display as he grasped her hip with one hand, guiding his cock into her entrance sigh the other. By the grace of all things holy, her wetness allowed him to slide into home with one single thrust. He moaned, fully sheathed inside of her sweet cunt. “Oh shit,” she cried out at the sudden fullness, dropping her forehead against the bed as she gripped the comforter. “You feel so good, baby,” he stated, peppering kisses along her shoulder blades as he teased her with long, languid thrusts. He held her hip tight, fingertips digging into her flesh, keeping her ass flush against his hips as he reached forward, placing his hand over the back of hers and interlocking their fingers. With every push and pull of his hips, she could feel his muscles flex against her back, his warm breath ghosting the shell of her ear as he fucked her nice and slow. She squeezed his fingers, turning her head in search of his lips. He pulled back, shaking his head as he chucked quietly. “So desperate. You need more, honey?” She nodded, clenching around him.

Slowly, he increased the speed of his hips, still focusing on depth as he gave in, kissing her with every ounce of love he could muster, drinking in her little sounds. He released her hip, dragging his hand up her body before curling his fingers around her neck. She mewled under his touch and he smirked, fucking her with reckless abandon.

He knew they didn’t have long. By how, everyone was most likely aware the couple had slipped out for a quickie. But something about making his girl cum, while his coworkers sat in the other room spurred him on. “Goddamn, baby. I’m gonna cum,” he warned, continuing the perfect rhythm he had created. He knew she was close by the way she clenched around him, so when he applied just the slightest pressure to her neck, it was no surprise that she fell apart. “Jake,” she whined against his lips, body shaking underneath him as he held her close, spilling deep inside of her.

The sound of heavy breaths filled the air as the couple collapsed onto the bed. A content sigh escaped her lips, while he smiled from one ear to the other. Reluctantly, he pulled out and rolled off of her, disappearing into the bathroom and emerging with a warm, wet wash cloth. Jake Seresin knew all about aftercare.

After cleaning her up and helping her dress, he decided to do the same for himself. While he stepped onto his jeans, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her. She stood in front of the vanity, brushing her hair in an attempt to put herself back together. He didn’t have the heart to tell her the freshly fucked glow, which she didn’t have before, would quickly give their secret away. Instead, he just smiled, tugging the jersey back over his head.

The loud sound of jeers mixed with a string of curse words caught their attention. Having completely forgotten about the game, Jake opened the bedroom door and sprinted to the living room, green eyes wide before settling on the television. “What happened?”

Coyote rolled his eyes, unable to hold back a laugh. Beside him, Bradshaw reached for his wallet, mumbling something under his breath.

“Longhorns won,” Natasha elaborated as Rooster, who looked like a wounded puppy, handed over a twenty-dollar bill to Payback. Everyone else seemed to be devouring the remainder of the food in the dining room.

Shaking his head, Jake took a seat, watching a replay of the last few plays that he missed while he was preoccupied. Y/N crawled onto his lap, offering him an ice-cold beer and a heart-stopping smile. “What’s gotten into you?” He asked, lifting the bottle to his lips, downing half the liquid in seconds. She shrugged, eyes flickering down his jersey before meeting his eyes. “God blessed Texas,” she grinned, quoting one of his favorite songs that he sang all the time.

Inescapable | E.M.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female Reader

Warning(s): Language, cheating, brief mentions of marijuana and tobacco use, 18+ due to explicit unprotected sex - Minors, do NOT interact under any circumstances

Summary: Reader is in an established relationship with Steve. After discovering his infidelity with Nancy, she finds herself seeking comfort in the arms of a certain handsome degenerate, who has a history of picking her up whenever she’s down

Author’s Notes: Requested by @ofherscarlettwitchways - I hope that you enjoy it! It’s my first time writing for Eddie, so I can l only hope that I did him justice!

(GIF credit to @neblisi)

Deep down, Y/N always knew that her relationship with Steve Harrington was simply out of convenience. However, it didn’t make the scene unfolding in front of her hurt any less.

She watched, frozen in place in the Family Video parking lot as she watched Steve with his hands laced in Nancy Wheeler’s freshly permed hair, bringing her in until his lips found hers. Nancy didn’t hesitate, she wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to his body as their lips moved in perfect unison. Y/N’s mouth went dry and her chest became painfully tight as she watched the two making out as though it was their last night on earth. She had suspicions that his feelings for the petite brunette never faded, despite time passing and both parties moving on to other relationships. This simply confirmed what she feared all along: She was nothing more than a rebound for him.

Suddenly, her emotions shifted from hurt to anger. She wanted nothing more than to walk up to the newly rekindled couple and slap Steve into next week. But after weighing her options, she surprised herself by turning on the heels of her feet, taking off in the opposite direction. Only for her to collide into something hard. “Shit, are you okay?” By the sound of his voice, she knew exactly who she bumped into. “I’m sorry,” she said quickly, looking up to find Eddie staring down at her. “Y/N?!” Steve’s voice caught her attention. She glanced over her shoulder to see him heading in her direction, flanked by Nancy. “Take me somewhere,” she pleaded, tears suddenly threatening to spill from her eyes. Eddie’s eyes widened as he tried to read the situation before him, glancing back and forth between the three of them. She grabbed his hands, giving them a gentle squeeze, bringing his attention back to her. “Please,” her voice cracked as he finally met her eyes. That’s all of it took for him to break. He grabbed her hand and lead her to his van, where they climbed inside in record time before peeling out of the parking lot before Steve and Nancy had a chance to catch up.

The pair rode in silence for a few minutes before Eddie reached for the radio, turning down the dial until Ronnie James Dio’s voice faded completely. “So, uh, are you going to tell me what that was about?” He asked, glancing over at her in the passenger seat for a brief moment before focusing on the road ahead. “Do you have a cigarette I can bum?” There was no way she could have this conversation without relying on her old vice. He nodded, taking one hand off the wheel to retrieve the packet of Camels from the pocket of his denim vest and handing them to her. She took the beat-up pack from his hand, never looking up from her lap as she grabbed a single cigarette and his lighter. She placed the filter between her lips and lit the opposite end with ease, taking the first drag. She allowed herself to close her eyes and relax into the seat, savoring to taste of tobacco as the nicotine hit her bloodstream. “Caught Steve with his tongue down Nancy Wheeler’s throat,” she finally said after exhaling a cloud of smoke. She didn’t miss the way the handsome boy’s head snapped in her direction before he turned into the familiar trailer park. “What? When? Back there?!” He motioned with his hand in the direction where they came. She simply nodded as they came to a stop in front of his home. He threw the van in park and cut the engine, turning to her. She could feel his chocolate brown eyes on her, studying her expression and demeanor as she smoked in silence.

The sound of his chuckle caught her attention. “I remember the first time I ever saw you..” She looked up to find him looking out the windshield, a bright smile etched onto his flawless face as he drummed mindlessly on his armrest. “When I got into a fight with Tina Nichols?” She laughed, flicking her ashes out of the window before taking another drag. He shook his head, smiling even brighter. “Nope,” he laughed, gesturing with his hand in front of him, dramatic as always. “Picture it. First day of seventh grade..” She audibly groaned thinking back to those pre-puberty days. “I’m at my locker and in walks the cutest, prissiest little thing. You looked like you walked right outta Sunday school.” He looked over and met her eyes as she gave him a warning look. “I thought you were the prettiest girl I’d ever seen,” he admitted, eyes never leaving hers as she felt her cheeks warm, although she wasn’t sure if it was caused by his gaze or his compliment. Possibly both. Scratch that, definitely both. “Now the day I fell head over heels is when you knocked the ever-loving shit outta Tina..” They both laughed out loud as she gave him a playful push before putting out the cigarette butt in the ashtray. She pulled her legs to get chest and turned in the seat so she was facing him, giving him her undivided attention. With her temple resting against the headrest, she took in all of his handsome features, committing it all to her memory like she had a thousand times before. His dimples, the cute little scar on his forehead, his full lips and those eyes. His eyes got her every single time. “Your point, Munson?” She asked, trying her best to hide her smile. He rolled his eyes before a nervous laugh fell from his lips. “Next thing I know, the two of us are sneaking into the woods during lunch to smoke cigarettes that I stole from Wayne.” She nodded her head, laughing at the fond memory they shared. “You went from a scrawny kid with a buzz cut,” she paused to motion towards the lunch box that sat in between the two seats, “To Hawkins’ residential drug dealer. My, my.. how things have changed. You’re an awful influence on me,” she teased. He nodded his head, gnawing on his bottom lip as his eyes raked over her. “My point is..” he opened his car door and jumped out in dramatic fashion, holding both hands high in the hair, middle fingers proudly on display while he spoke. “Fuck Pretty Boy Harrington for not seeing what was right in front of him.” He closed the driver side door and made his way to her, opening the passenger side door and extending his arm like a gentleman. She took it without a second thought. “Now let’s go inside, listen to some sweet, sweet music and forget about those two asshats. What d’ya say? Hmm?” He asked with his million dollar smile on display, making her heartbeat even faster and she forgot all the thoughts swimming in her head. All she could think about was Eddie. Not trusting her voice, she simply nodded with a smile.

His home wasn’t unfamiliar to her whatsoever. Prior to dating Steve, she had spent countless days with him inside his trailer, listening to music, watching movies or getting into some kind of debauchery. From the moment she entered through the front door, she relaxed even further as she felt right at home. Eddie was her safe haven. He always was and she knew, deep down inside, that he always would be. “Thank you for saving me,” she spoke softly, climbing onto his bed and making herself comfortable against his pillows like she always did. “It seems like you’re always saving me.” She couldn’t look him in the eye. Every time he looked at her, she felt the warmth spread throughout her entire body and she wasn’t sure how to handle it. After taking a seat beside her, he reached over and placed his hand on her knee, giving it a gentle nudge to grab her attention. “I will always be here for you,” he said while rubbing his thumb back and forth against her knee, which was hidden underneath the denim material of her jeans. “I’d offer to go beat some sense into him but I’ve got my favorite girl back so selfishly, I’m glad he fucked up.” He smiled so big that she couldn’t help but chuckle. There was always something special about Eddie that no one else had. It wasn’t his just charisma or boisterous personality. He had power over her, like morphine has over an addict. It didn’t matter what kind of mood she was in or in this case, what condition her heart was in, Eddie could fix it. Simply by being around him, he could take all her shattered pieces and put her back together without even knowing. She was hooked on him and she could never get enough.

Unexpected movement from the bed jolted her from her thoughts and she looked to find that he moved to his dresser, where he was rolling a joint. They locked eyes when he looked over his shoulder. “You wanna?” She nodded, shrugging her shoulders, watching his hands at work. It didn’t take long before he was beside her again but this time, the joint between his lips as he lit the tip, taking a long drag. “I’m serious, Eddie,” she started as he exhaled, the pungent smell filling the air. “When I broke my wrist playing dodgeball, who was the one that walked me to the school nurse?” He passed her the joint, watching wordlessly as she took her first hit with ease. “When I watched The Omen and hid in the theater bathroom, you came in and literally drug me out.” She huffed out a sigh while continuing their established rotation, passing it back to him. It was impossible for her to read his expression. As she continued to ramble, she started speaking at a faster rate and he noticed the pitch of her voice was higher. A tell-tale sign that she was nervous. “You’re always saving me and I don’t think I’ve ever said thank you,” she practically whispered before finally taking a deep breath. “Babe,” he said, leaning over and putting the roach out in an ashtray on his bedside table before bringing her into his lap. He wrapped both arms around her and squeezed. “That’s called being dependable. You don’t have to thank me for that.” He held her with his chin resting on her shoulder as she hugged him tightly. “Then you’re the most dependable person that I know.” She felt his chest rattle before the sound of his laugh echoed throughout his room. He leaned back, holding her jaw in his right palm, slender fingers threading in her hair. “You need to rethink your friends then.” He was so close that she could feel his breath on her face. She leaned into his touch, closing her eyes for a brief second to savor it before opening them to find his eyes locked on her lips as he wet his own. Never in her life had she wanted someone so bad. With a sudden surge of confidence, she leaned in. Only for him to meet her half way in a kiss that turned her entire world upside down.

Every sense she had was taken over by Eddie. If she thought what he smelled like was addicting, she was ruined by his taste. Cigarettes, cheap beer, a faint hint of spearmint and the lingering marijuana on his tongue that she willingly allowed into her mouth. Kissing him was unlike anything she had ever experienced, it was the most accelerating moment of her life. Her hands fell from his shoulders down his chest and underneath his Hellfire Club t-shirt. Little did she know that everywhere she touched seared his pale skin causing him to deepen their kiss even more. He audibly groaned when she pulled away to catch her breath, causing a wicked grin to appear on her face as she rested her forehead against his. She loved how his bangs tickled her skin. “If that’s your way of saying thank you, you’re cruel, Y/N.” She chuckled, shaking her head as she bit her bottom lip. “I can think of a better way to thank you.” His head fell back against the headboard with a quick, “fuck.” She took the opportunity that presented itself and attacked his neck with wet kisses before sucking an extra sensitive patch of skin directly beside his prominent Adam’s apple. She thought about the action so many times before, she could not believe she was actually doing it. His hands found her hips, where he slipped his thumbs into the belt loops of her jeans and guided her to grind against him. She could feel his hardness, which drove her absolutely crazy and caused her to suck so deep, she knew a mark would appear in a matter of minutes. He moved his hands from her hips to her sides, sliding upwards, appreciating every inch of her curves before taking her face in the palms of his large hands. She went in for a kiss but he pulled away. Immediately, she opened her eyes to find him gazing at her with a serious expression displayed. “We don’t have to do this,” he whispered, voice dripping with sincerity. “We don’t have to do anything, if you don’t want to. I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret.” She furrowed her brows, resting her hands on each of his wrists. With her eyes locked on his, she slowly kissed the inside of his left wrist. “I’ve never been more sure,” she paused to repeat the same action to the inside of his right, “of anything else.” She smiled sweetly when she heard his breath go ragged. “Let me show you how much I love you.” He practically growled as he surged forward and captured her lips, allowing one of his hands to fall to her delicate neck, where he held her so she couldn’t escape. With his free hand roughly kneading her backside, he brought her body as close to his as possible.

It was hot and heavy, and everything a make out session should be. His hands were all over her and hers over him before finally settling on his belt buckle. She couldn’t get enough of him. She smiled against his lips, making quick work at unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his jeans. She went to slip out of his lap and onto her knees but stopped once he seized her wrist. Eddie pulled her close, shaking his head before burying his face in the crook of her neck. “No, ma’am. I can’t let you do that,” he spoke, voice full of gravel, his hot breath hitting her skin but sending shivers down her spine. “I need you too much.” His lips moved from her neck to her collar bone, where he playfully nipped while reaching for the hem of her shirt. He paused, pulling back and looking at her with earnest eyes. “Is it okay if I..?” He trailed off, studying her closely. She locked eyes with him and nodded before she spoke, “Yes.. Absolutely, yes.” She blushed at the sound of her own voice, which was unrecognizable to her ears. “You can do whatever you want to me,” she breathed as she watched a sinister grin appear. He removed her shirt with ease, tossing the garment in a random direction as he basked in the sight before him: a black, practically see-through lace bra that barely contained her breasts, let alone her pebbled nipples. “Y/N..” he swallowed hard. “Baby..” was the last word that he moaned before diving in and peppering wet kisses across her décolletage. He reached around and unclasped her bra, so he could completely remove the fabric from her body without his full lips ever leaving her skin. She tangled her fingers in his frizzy mane, reveling in his every touch and keeping him close. She was losing her mind in the very best way, feeling him grasp her breasts in his hands. Her jaw went slack as his warm, wet mouth found one of her nipples, his thumb and forefinger tweaking the other, sending a jolt of pleasure throughout her entire body. It felt like she was on fire but yet, she craved more. Attempting to bring herself back down to earth, she reached for his shirt, taking a fist full and gently tugging to signal to him that she wanted it gone and god, did he deliver. Y/N was convinced his next action took place in slow motion, causing even more arousal to pool between her legs. He reached behind and grabbed a fist full of the worn cotton, tugging it over his head and dropping it to the floor. He was absolutely breath-taking. His hair even more disheveled now, slightly faded tattoos covering his skin, pouty lips and his eyes, which were usually her favorite shade of brown were now so dark, they appeared black. “Fuck me, Eddie,” she whispered, her hands exploring the planes of his chest as she stared into his eyes. He bit his bottom lip, attempting to hide the way his face lit up at her words as he grabbed her and flipped them over, trapping her body between his and the mattress.

His initial movements were frantic as he unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans but he forced himself to take a deep breath as he slipped his calloused fingertips into her waistband and tugged the denim, and her panties down in one painfully slow motion until her body remained completely bare and exposed to him. “Jesus Christ,” he hissed, his eyes raking over her before landing on her core, which was glistening with wetness. He couldn’t believe how soaked she was for him. “I’ve thought about this so many times.” She smiled at his confession, propping herself on her elbows as she drank him in. Finally, he removed the last remaining articles of his clothing, tossing his jeans and boxers to join the rest of their clothes scattered on the floor. The bed dipped under his weight as he climbed onto the mattress, connecting his lips to her public bone. He grabbed her feeble ankle in his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze before sliding upwards to her calf and settling on her thigh, where he kneaded roughly, spreading her open. His lips followed the same upwards movement as his hand, kissing up her body before crashing his lips with hers. She spread her legs wider, allowing him to settle in between them. A weak gasp fell from her lips when the head of his bare cock brushed her core. “Fuck,” he groaned, moving to lean over her and reach for his bedside table before she stopped him. “I want to feel you,” she whispered into his ear before kissing the sensitive spot directly below his earlobe, silently communicating that it was okay to forego the condom. The moan that left his mouth made her hips surge forward beyond her control, brushing his cock again. He seized her left hip in his hand, looking down at her with complete and total admiration. “I’m not going to last long,” he warned, leaning down for another taste of her lips. “I’m going to make you feel so goddamn good, Y/N.” His hand slipped down to her thigh, hiking her leg up higher onto his hip before lining up at her entrance. He locked eyes with her as he pushed forward, entering her welcoming pussy inch by inch with ease. Her head fell back against the pillow as she gripped his sides for dear life, feeling incredibly full and basking in the newfound pleasure he provided. He attacked her neck with wet kisses and rough bites, giving her only a second to adjust before he stated moving his hips. Slowly, he pulled out almost all the way before snapping his hips forward and plunging deep inside of her. “Oh fuck,” She moaned, making him smile against her skin.

Eddie took his time, fucking her slowly like he dreamed of doing for years. However, with every thrust, he could feel himself inching closer and closer to orgasm. There was absolutely no way that he would allow himself to finish before her. Not now, not ever. Gripping both of her hips tightly, he increased his speed, focusing on fucking her as deep as possible. Y/N lost her goddamn mind. It’s like he knew her body like the back of his hand as he pounded the most sensitive part of her core, causing pornographic moans to fill his room, echoing throughout the entire trailer. She forced her lidded eyes to remain open and locked on him. She didn’t know which was sexier, the look of concentration on his face: brows furrowed and his tongue poking out between his lips as he watched her or the way the guitar pick on his necklace swayed with his every movement. She was absolutely hooked. “So good,” she mewled, arching her back when he changed his angle. Eddie smiled watching her writhe underneath him, her mouth agape, tits bouncing. She was a whimpering mess and knowing that it was all because of him was going straight to his dick. “You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he said, one of his hands moving from her hip to her stomach. With his fingers splayed across her skin, he pushed down and applied just the right amount of pleasure to send her over the edge. Her orgasm caught her by surprise, pure ecstasy spreading throughout every inch of her body. Subconsciously, her legs tightened around, her knees digging into his sides as she tried to ground herself. “That’s it. Give it to me, baby,” he moaned at the sight before him. Eddie never let up, his hips continued to move at the same speed and angle, ensuring that she rode out her orgasm in its entirety. With the hand on her stomach, he pushed upwards, traveling between her breasts and ghosting over her throat before tangling in her hair at the nape of her neck. He slowed his hips, watching as she came down from her high. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, stray baby hairs stuck to her sweaty forehead but his favorite sight was the cock drunk smile on her face. “Holy shit,” he breathed, locking eyes with her. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” She smiled at his words, still completely blissed out. She reached up, grabbing his necklace and pulling him down to her lips, kissing him like her life depended upon the air in his lungs. “Don’t stop,” she pleaded desperately. “Not ‘til you cum inside me.” He chuckled against her lips before mumbling a simple, “Yes, ma’am.”

Eddie sat back on his haunches, easily bringing her with him without slipping out of her. With one arm wrapped around her waist, nails digging into her soft skin and his free hand on her ass, he supported the majority of her weight while thrusting upward. She moaned at the change in position, feeling his cock buried even deeper inside of her than before as she straddled his lap. There was absolutely no space between them. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, tits pressed against his chest, her hands in his messy hair and her forehead pressed to his, gazing into his dark eyes as she fought to keep hers open. “Eddie,” she gasped, pulling at his roots as that familiar knot began forming in her stomach with every movement of his hips. “I know, babe. I’m right there with you,” he cooed, quickening the pace of his thrusts as his cock pulsed inside of her wet cunt. Moments before she crest that hill for the second time because of him, she crashed her lips to his, sharing their most desperate kiss yet. It was all tongue and teeth, exactly what they both needed. With one final forward and particularly deep thrust, he felt her clench around him, tightening so much that he couldn’t hold off his own impending orgasm any longer. “Fuck,” he cursed, pulling her body even closer, as if that were even possible. She moaned into his mouth, submitting to her high as his hips stuttered, filling her up. They clung to one another as they rode out their highs together, sweaty bodies molded together as one, heavy breaths filling the air. Eddie’s head dropped to her shoulder as he fought to catch his breath, his heart beating in his chest at an alarming rate before he lifted her and lied her back against the mattress, collapsing on top of her.

With his head on her chest, nestled perfectly between her breasts, she ran her fingers through his hair, neither of them saying a word for several minutes. “This is heaven,” he sighed, finally lifting his head up to look at her. Her hair was spread out on the pillow, closely resembling a halo, her eyes closed and a big, bright smile plastered on her face. “Yeah, definitely heaven,” his face lit up with his signature smile. She nodded her head in agreement, while he peppered her face and neck with the sweetest kisses, causing her to giggle before finally opening her eyes. “I hope you didn’t have any plans,” she said, brushing his disheveled bangs back into place. He shook his head and watched as her smile grew even bigger. “Good because you’re stuck with me now, Munson.” He laughed, hugging her tight before he rolled onto his side, reaching for his pack of cigarettes. He pulled one out and lit it, taking a long drag and exhaling the smoke as he passed it to her. “Does this mean I actually have to kick Steve’s ass now?” Her face fell at his question, although she knew he wasn’t serious, thinking back to the event that occurred and lead her here. She shook her head, passing the cigarette back to him. “Of course not. It was inevitable. We were just best friends, we weren’t meant to be together,” she said, watching as he lifted the cigarette to his mouth after knocking off the ashes into the ashtray at his bedside. No one had ever looked more beautiful to her than he did right then in that very moment. “I think we just settled because we were both afraid of rejection.” He looked at her, completely dumbfounded before erupting into laughter. “The fuck? Rejection? From me?!” He placed his hand over his heart, laughing even harder before wrapping his arm around her and bringing her close, burying his nose in her hair as he kissed the top of her head. “You’ve always been my dream girl. No bullshit. You know that, right?” She smiled from one ear to the other, nodding her head, snuggling into his chest.

She inhaled his scent and completely melted into him, tracing the bat tattoos that were inked into his forearm with her fingertips. Her eyes felt heavier with every even breath she took. “I’ve loved you forever, Eddie Munson,” she whispered quietly, the sound of his heartbeat lulling her to sleep like the most soothing lullaby she was hearing for the very first time. His smile could have lit up a room. “Not as long as I’ve loved you,” he said into her hair, rubbing his knuckles up and down her arm that was draped over him. Despite the exhaustion he felt in his muscles, Eddie remained wide awake, holding his girl in his arms, watching as she slept. He hated seeing her upset earlier in the day but now, his heart had never felt so full. It was then that the realization washed over him: For the first time since he was a young boy, he was genuinely happy.

Navy Blue - Part Two | R.C.

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x fem!Kook Reader

Warning(s): 18+ due to explicit unprotected sexual intercourse (p in v sex), oral (f receiving), orgasm denial, language, alcohol consumption. Minors, do NOT interact.

Summary: When the reader decided to return home to Kildare Island after graduating from college, the last thing she expected was to fall in love. Let alone fall head over heels for her worst enemy.

Part One

Rafe Cameron hit her like a motherfucking freight train. A beautiful, six feet, two inch freight train with ocean blue eyes and a smile that could make anyone weak in the knees. Although he certainly was easy on the eyes, it was his heart and soul that completely took her by surprise and swept her off her feet.

Unbeknownst to her, the day after they got together, he left work early and spent his afternoon clearing out one side of his closest, and making space in the dresser for her clothes. Five trash bags filled with items to donate later, when she arrived home, she found that he had gathered all of her toiletries and brought them into the master bathroom, where he designated an area solely for her belongings around the second sink and in the shower. “I hope you don’t mind but I hung up your clothes in the closet already,” he admitted sheepishly, a slight blush appearing across the tops of his cheeks as he rubbed the back of his neck. Flashing a bright smile, she strolled over to him and wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him tightly before pressing her lips to his neck, directly beside his prominent Adam’s apple that she loved so much. “Thank you,” she whispered, nuzzling her face into his neck and inhaling his scent as he enveloped her in a tight hug, kissing the top of her head. She would never be able to get enough of him. Especially when he always walked around the house in nothing but a pair of black sweats or gym shorts, both of which hung dangerously low on his hips. Between his tight trapezius muscles, strong arms, chiseled abs and delicious pelvic lines that dipped into his pants, his body was constantly distracting her. He knew it too, shamelessly using it in his favor every chance he got. The deep, rumble of his voice pulled her from her sinful thoughts. His words making her smile even bigger, “Anything for my girl.”

The couple quickly developed new patterns, falling into a seamless routine together over the span of a few weeks. Never having lived with a boyfriend before, Y/N was discovering the truth behind the term ‘domesticated bliss.’ Everyday, her painfully handsome boyfriend went out of his way to make her feel how much he adored her. Little things, like making her coffee in the mornings, throwing her towel in the dryer, while she showered, so she could wrap herself in the warm, fluffy fabric the moment she cut the water off or how he would randomly send flowers to her office. When she’d ask what they were for, he would always respond with something like, “Because it’s Tuesday and I miss my girl.” He evoked feelings deep inside of her that she never knew she was capable of producing.

Despite his reformed ways, his inner bad boy would rear its head from time to time and when it did, she loved every minute of it. Rafe Cameron had certainly not gone soft. Instead of being self-destructive and reckless with his behavior like the boy she used to know, he carefully calculated and weighed his options before throwing caution to the wind. He wouldn’t do anything to damage his reputation with the town he’d grown to love and certainly not the girl he’d dreamt of since puberty. So when he wanted to be bad, it usually involved driving her crazy within the safe confines of their home.

One Saturday, he surprised her with tickets to a Tarheels football game against none other than their rivals, Duke University. Considering it was her first time attending a UNC game as an alumni, the excitement was palpable. After spending the morning tailgating with a few of her sorority sisters, Y/N found herself quite tipsy before the game even started. Although she was nowhere close to being drunk, the buzz that she caught made her quite handsy with her boyfriend, despite being in public. “Is it me or are you being a little.. possessive today?” He quirked a brow at her, making no attempt at hiding his smug grin as his hand on her hip flexed. She was perched on his lap, beverage in hand, her back pressed against his chest with his arm wrapped around her. Wearing her favorite Carolina Blue mini dress, equipped with a ‘Beat Duke’ button pinned near her breasts, she was the epitome of a southern belle during college football season. Every strand of hair in perfect place, while her makeup looked flawless. “Hmm?” She hummed, playing dumb as she shifted in his lap, purposefully teasing him. “Keep it up and you won’t make it into the stadium,” he warned, sending chills down her spine, despite the eighty degree weather.

She usually wasn’t one to tease but with the alcohol in her system and the way he was practically eye-fucking her in front of her friends, it was too much fun to test him and push the limits. During a round of flip cup, she intentionally bent over more than necessary, knowing that Rafe was directly behind her and would catch an eye full. The moment her solo cup landed upright on the cheap table, the game advanced to the next person on her team as a hand gripped her wrist. Not enough to hurt but enough to demand her immediate attention. Her eyes flashed to his as he towered over her with a look she’d never seen before. On the inside, excitement radiated throughout her. Although outwardly, she somehow remained calm, pretending to be completely unbothered. “Go to the truck,” he stated lowly, eyes locked on hers. She nodded her head, turning towards her friends. “Okay. Let me just say goodbye t-“ Before she could take a single step, his grip tightened and she fell silent. He bent down, lips directly by her ear as he spoke, “I said go to the goddamn truck, Y/N.” Every hair on her body stood on end as she lit up with desire. Without a single word in reply, she started walking in the direction of his truck with Rafe hot on her heels.

Thanks to his long strides, he made it to the vehicle before her and when he opened the door to the backseat, she had to sink her teeth into her bottom lip, so the smile that threatened to split her face in half didn’t appear. They were playing a game, after all and she refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he was winning. “Rafe, there’s people right there,” she motioned to the large group of people on the opposite side of the truck. A sarcastic laugh fell from his lips as he shook his head in disbelief. “Get in,” he demanded, taking her elbow and guiding her into the backseat. This time, she followed his orders without any pushback. He followed and shut the door behind him, locking the doors with his key fob before tossing his keys into the front seat. “You don’t listen for shit, do you?” He pulled her into his lap with ease, making her straddle his waist. She chuckled nervously as he brushed her hair to one side of her neck, nipping and biting at her shoulder. “I’ve always been hard headed,” she murmured, voice already breathless due to his lips. He chuckled, his hands disappearing under her dress and taking hold of her panties. “Ain’t that the fuckin’ truth.” He peeled the thin fabric from her core with ease, tossing the lacy garment on the floorboard before grasping her round cheeks roughly, guiding her to grind her already soaking wet pussy against his crotch. “Here’s what’s going to happen, princess.” He paused, kissing his way up her throat. “You’re going to ride me until you physically can’t anymore,” he informed her before kissing her deeply. “Then when we get home, I’m going to teach you a lesson about being a tease.” His palm met her bare ass cheek, making her yelp in pain, clutching onto the collar of his expensive button-up shirt for deer life. “Fuck, Rafe,” she groaned, crashing her lips to his. He chuckled before kissing her back, his hands busy with his shorts. “That’s exactly what you’re about to do. Be a good girl and ride my cock, pretty baby.”

Y/N didn’t have to be told twice. As he reached down and angled his tip underneath her hole, she sank town until he was fully seated inside of her. Her head fell back, while he watched her through hooded eyes. While she adjusted to his size and the incredible stretch he provided, Rafe pushed the thin spaghetti straps that held up her dress off her shoulders. He roughly tugged down the material until her tits were on full display. By the grace of all things holy, she decided to go braless that morning. She’d never been so grateful for making such a quick decision for the sake of her outfit. “Goddamn, baby,” he groaned, rolling one of her nipples between his fingers. The action made her hips buck and he chuckled, squeezing her hip with his free hand, keeping her in place with ease. “F-fuck,” she gasped, clutching him close with one hand on his left bicep and the other at the nape of his neck. Slowly, she began rolling her hips against his as her head lolled forward, resting her forehead against his. He flashed his million dollar smile, grabbing her hips and forcing her to ride him harder as he whispered words of encouragement along the way. It didn’t matter to either of them that there was a small crowd of people only a few feet away. If anything, the threat of being caught only added to the excitement.

Feeling herself slowly creeping toward her finish, which was already building, she tightened her grip on his body and quickened the pace of her hips. “That’s it,” he groaned, his hands falling to her backside, where he smacked one of her cheeks. The sound reverberated, along with her moan, as her hips stuttered. “Aww,” he cooed, brushing her hair away from her line of sight as he met her eyes. “Are you ‘bout to cum?” She nodded frantically, gnawing on her bottom lip in a desperate attempt to stop herself from being any louder. The tip of his cock was hitting all of the right places and she was moments away from pure ecstasy. “Yeah? Already? Use your words, baby.” He was chastising her and she knew it. Although it should have infuriated her, she found herself even more turned on. “I’m gonna cum, Rafe,” she whimpered, grabbing a fist full of his shirt in her dominant hand and pulling him close to her. She wanted his lips on hers so bad that she would do anything to get it. “So close,” she warned, chasing his lips. Only for him to smile before lifting her off of his cock completely. Her mouth fell open in silent protest, while Rafe’s chest rumbled with sadistic laughter and her finish disappeared into thin air as her pussy clenched around nothing. He clutched her face as tears began to fill her eyes. “Sucks bein’ teased, huh?” She stared at him in total disbelief, completely frozen in place as he peppered sweet kisses over her face and down her neck. “I’ll make it up to you when we get home. Get in the front seat.”

They didn’t make it through the door of their home before he was making good on his promise. He roughly bent her over the hood of his Ford, the metal still warm against her chest from their drive back as he sank to his knees and buried his face into her pussy from behind. “Oh, shit,” she cried out as his tongue darted across her clit. With his hands wrapped around the front of her thighs, spreading her legs wide and pulling her back to him, he focused on licking her in languid strokes as she mewled in response. He closed his eyes, savoring her taste as the sound of her ragged breaths and salacious moans went straight to his stiff dick. It didn’t take long before he finally satisfied the acute ache that she’d been suffering from since the early morning. His teeth barely grazed her bundle of nerves and she fell apart without any warning. “Fuck yes, baby,” he encouraged, continuing to lap up her wetness until she sagged against the front of the truck, her legs weak and her body riddled with aftershocks from her orgasm. “Rafe,” she murmured as he got to his feet, trailing his lips to her ass and up her spine before slowly turning her to face him. The moment her eyes met his, he smiled, leaning in to kiss her. “I’m sorry,” he whispered seconds before his lips found hers and he kissed her with every ounce of passion he could muster. For the second time that day, she fisted her hands into his shirt. Only this time, she wouldn’t be happy until it was gone from his body and on the floor. “M’gonna make it to to you all night,” He stated against her lips before attaching them again. She smirked, answering with a simple challenge, “You better.”

And god, did he. He made her cum a second time before they even made it to their bedroom, having stopped to strip her down, lay her out and fuck her hard on the center island in the kitchen.

By the time her back met the king mattress, a thin sheen of sweat covered both their bodies. Her hair was a fucked out mess, only remnants of her makeup left behind, while he resembled absolute perfection as he stood at the foot of the bed, fisting his cock. “One of these days, I’m going to fuck those pretty tits,” he stated, licking his lips. She pushed herself onto her elbows, watching him through hooded eyes. “Do it,” she whispered, eyes silently begging. Only for him to shake his head with a smile as he climbed on top of her. “Not tonight,” he whispered, taking one of her nipples into his mouth, circling the hardened bud with his tongue. He repeated the action until a breathy moan fell from her pouty lips. She grabbed the back of his head, loving the way his buzz cut felt underneath her fingers as she arched into him. “Wanna fill you up,” he admitted as he switched his focus to her other breast. He reached down and teased her slit with the tip of his middle finger, making her whimper for more. “You looked so pretty riding me earlier. Think you can do that again for me?” She moaned as he pushed his finger into her, his knuckles stretching her but only enough to tease her. “Fuck, yes,” she answered, pressing her palms flat to his chest, giving him a gentle push that forced him to release her nipple from his mouth.

In a fraction of a second, he shifted their position and rolled onto his back as she straddled his hips. Just like she did hours ago except this time, there wasn’t a stitch of clothing between the two of them. “Wait.” He grabbed her hips, digging the tips of his fingers into her skin as she froze. “Give me a second.” Her brows furrowed with concern, her heart beating rapidly within the safe confines of her chest cavity as he smiled in return, sliding his hands down her thighs. “Jus’ want to look at you for a minute.” As he spoke, his eyes darted over every inch of her. Butterflies erupted deep within her stomach as a deep, crimson blush appeared on her neck, creeping up snd dusting her cheeks. Unfortunately for her, Rafe saw it but instead of teasing, he smiled brighter. The look in his eyes only communicated one thing: Love. The word alone used to strike fear into her heart but now, everything had changed. The tall boy that used to drive her crazy for all the wrong reasons had managed to wiggle himself inside and stake claim on her heart. There was no doubly in her mind. She was in love with Rafe Cameron and judging by the way he looked at her, he felt the same way.

She watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed hard before placing his palm above her belly button. With his eyes locked with hers, he slowly moved his hand up and over her abdomen, between her breasts and over her décolletage before stopping at the base of her neck. Her breathing hitched as he wrapped his hand around her and pulled her down to crash his lips to hers. Together, they poured every ounce of themselves into the kiss and communicated everything the other needed to know. She reached down and took his cock in her hand, pumping him a few times as he hissed against her lips. Despite the multiple orgasms that he’d delivered to her that evening, he’d yet to allow himself finish once. It was one of the most selfless things she had ever experienced and it turned her on like crazy. Angling his swollen tip against her opening, she bit down on his bottom lip and lowered herself down. The strangled moan that fell from his lips was enough to finish her off but that, in combination with the way his grip tightened around her throat? She was convinced she’d died and gone to heaven. “Fuck. Yes,” he hissed, his head falling back against the pillows, eyes closed tight. With his free hand, he gripped her hip and held her in place as he tried not to blow his load too early. She used the opportunity to her advantage by attacking his neck with wet, open mouth kisses. As she went back over the same areas she previously kissed, she rotated between nipping and sucking different areas with the intention of marking her territory. “Baby,” he whined, the sound making her clench around his hard cock that was buried so deep inside of her, she could’ve sworn she felt him in her stomach. “Ride me.” He squeezed her neck and she grinned, finding his lips as she moved her hips in slow figure eights. They moaned into each other’s mouths as she quickened her hips, bouncing on his cock. With every forward thrust of her hips, he pushed his own to meet her, shoving himself even deeper inside her warm, welcoming cunt. Gently squeezing the sides of her neck with one hand, holding her lips against his, he reached between her legs and rubbed her swollen clit, applying the perfect amount of pressure that pushed her over the edge. He was right behind her, filling her up and fucking his cum back into her until they both collapsed against one another.

Before either of them had time to catch their breath, he shifted and carefully rolled her onto her back before he moved from the bed and headed to the master bathroom. He emerged moments later with a wet wash cloth in one hand and her makeup wipes in the other. She smiled, reaching out to take care of the cleanup herself but he playfully smacked her hands away with a scowl. He sat the makeup wipes down, far out of her reach and he carefully cleaned her up. He treated her like the finest china, his movements slow and unbelievably gentle as he exposed her to aftercare that she never knew existed. Little did she know that it was a first for Rafe too. He discarded the washcloth in his hamper before opening the makeup remover wipes and sitting on the edge of the bed. “Come here,” he murmured, taking her hand in his and gently tugging her towards him. She closed her eyes, tilting her head back so he had better access as he gently wiped her face, removing any leftover foundation from her skin and mascara from her long lashes. The feeling of the cool wipe felt incredible against her skin but when her eyes fluttered open, it was the way he looked at her that made her heart completely stop. Quickly, he discarded the wipe in the trash and crawled back into bed with her, wrapping his long arms around her and hugging her tight. Within seconds, they fell asleep without sharing a single word, both previously expressing exactly how they felt with their eyes.

The next morning, it was the bright rays of sunshine breaking through the blinds that forced her awake. After blinking away the remnants of sleep from her eyes, she focused on the heavy arm that was wrapped around her. She looked down to find his hand fondling one of her breasts, his signet ring pressed to her hardening nipple She smiled, snuggling further into her pillow, ready to fall back asleep until a wave of nausea forced her to sit up. The sudden movement starling him awake. “Y/N?” He reached out to her side of the bed but she was already gone, running to the bathroom. Thankfully, she made it to the toilet in time before another bout of nausea knocked her off her feet. “Baby, what’s wrong?” Rafe was at her side before her knees hit the hardwood floor. Carefully, he sat her down and brushed her hair away from her face, eyes searching hers. She screwed her eyes shut, reaching out for him. “I’m here. What can I do? What’s the matter?” He wrapped his arms around her and she lied her head against his chest, focusing on the sound of his heartbeat. “How can I help?” Worry was evident in the tone of his voice. She would have laughed, if she didn’t feel like she was going to hurl at any given moment. “Feel sick to my stomach,” she answered, opening her eyes as he ran his fingers through her hair in a soothing manner. He chucked quietly, nodding his head. “I mean, you did throw back quite a few White Claws yesterday,” he teased. She lifted her head to find him smiling, despite the invisible daggers that she was shooting from her eyes. Without moving from where he was kneeling, he grabbed another washcloth and ran it under hot water in the sink, placing it over the back of her neck as he pressed a quick kiss to her temple. “Keep that there. I’m going to see if I have something for you to take, ‘kay?” When she nodded, he took off towards the kitchen.

The waves of nausea seemed to calm down but out of fear, she remained seated on the floor of the bathroom just in case. She focused on her breathing, taking slow and steady breaths until the handsome man strolled back in. “I suck. I don’t have shit for you to take but I brought you some water.” He leaned down and handed her the glass, which she gratefully accepted. “Let’s get you back into bed and I’ll run to the store to get some things,” he spoke as she took careful sips of the water, testing her stomach before downing the rest of the contents in the glass once she determined it was safe and her stomach wouldn’t betray her. “Don’t worry, I’ll nurse you back to health.” He scooped her up with ease and carried her back to bed, where she remained for the rest of the day.

She woke up to the bed shifting under Rafe’s weight as he slipped back underneath the covers. “Shit. Sorry, babe,” he whispered, pulling her close, so she could rest her head on his chest. “Where’d you go?” She asked, rubbing her eyes. “Took a phone call. How’re you feeling?” She blinked away the last remnant of her slumber, eyes adjusting to the darkness. To her surprise, she’d slept almost the entire day away. “Better.” She lifted her head, looking up at him as her eyes focused on his handsome face. She noticed a deep line that marred his forehead. “Who called?” She reached out, smoothing out the line with the pad of her thumb. He took a deep breath, releasing it with a heavy sigh. “My dad.” Feeling his eyes trained on her face, she tried to keep her expression neutral. Her plan failed the moment he dropped a nuclear bomb on her. “He’s coming into town and wants to have dinner with me. And my girlfriend.” Her eyes widened as she froze in complete disbelief. Growing up, there was only one person that she hated more than Rafe. His conniving, manipulative, lousy excuse of a father, Ward Cameron. Fuck. The hammer on her happy little reality finally dropped.

Falling All in You - Part Two | S.H.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Female Reader

Warning(s): Language, marriage, brief mentions of oral sex (f! receiving), mentions of smut, pregnancy, domestic bliss - 18+ Minors, do NOT interact under any circumstances

Summary: Steve’s fondest memories of Y/N seemed to take place in the rain. Therefore, it was no surprise the most pivotal moments in their relationship would follow suit

Author’s Notes: I loved writing the first part so much that I had to write a follow up. I know it’s tooth-rotting fluff but I couldn’t get enough! Hope you guys feel the same!

(GIF credit to @theseymourbirkhoff)

PART ONE

The sun was nowhere to be found over Hawkins. Only dark, dense clouds that gathered together in the sky with a promise of rain. Most people were filled with dread when they saw the projected forecast. Steve, however, craved the perfect summer shower. Over the past week, he spent every evening perched on the couch, directly in front of the TV, clinging to the local meteorologist’s words as he explained the chance for rain increased every day. After getting ready, he darted to his dresser, quickly retrieving a tiny, black velvet box from the top drawer before making his way to the window. Despite the lack of moisture falling from the sky, he smiled as he clutched the ring box tightly, taking in the gloomy weather. There was no doubt about it in his mind, today was the day.

Unbeknownst to a single soul, he traveled to downtown Indianapolis and bought the ring six months prior from the most renowned jeweler in Indiana. He scoured for the most perfect ring, carefully examining every option within his budget. Until he saw it, the only ring that he could envision sitting on her dainty little ring finger. A simple 2 carat solitaire diamond on a plain yellow gold band. It was worth every hour of overtime he worked at the video store. Now the same ring felt as though it was burning a hole in his pocket as he sat across from the most beautiful girl at dinner.

“I would do unspeakable things for that cheesecake,” she exclaimed, the sound of her voice pulling him from his thoughts. He chuckled, shaking his head from side-to-side as he withdrew his wallet, overlooking the check. “I’ll be sure to make a mental note of that for the next time you tell me you’re craving cheesecake.” They both laughed as Steve counted out the appropriate amount of money, tucking the cash into the patent leather booklet and sitting it towards the edge of the table. He quickly glanced out the window as he deposited his wallet into the back pocket of his jeans, examining the weather, only to be disappointed. Not a drop of rain in sight. Although disheartened, he turned back to her with a smile as he stood, extending his hand to her. “You ready, baby?” She flashed her signature smile as she took his hand and followed his lead out of the restaurant. Heading in the direction of his beamer, they took their time, strolling down the sidewalk of downtown, hand-in-hand. Y/N snuggled closer, clutching his hand tightly as she wrapped the opposite arm around his, grasping his bicep as she lied her head on his shoulder. His heart skipped a beat when he heard a sigh of contentment fall from her lips. He slipped his free hand into his pocket, double-checking to ensure the ring box was still in place. He wanted to get down on his knee right then and there but he forced himself not to, promising nothing but the very best for his girl. He wanted the moment to be absolutely perfect, knowing the memory would be be engraved in their minds forever.

Just as the couple began to cross the street, a single raindrop fell directly onto Steve’s nose. He felt another hit the back of his hand that held hers, followed by another and another. Before he knew it, there was a sound of steady pitter-patter, which matched that of his heart, as rain fell from the sky and onto everything around them. She yelped, clinging to him as close as their bodies would allow, trying to avoid the rain and failing miserably. “Steve!” She exclaimed, holding her free hand over her head. “Is this actually happening?” He asked aloud. He couldn’t believe it, everything was falling into perfect place. His heart felt as though it was going to burst out of his chest and onto the wet pavement. He smiled from ear to ear, tightening his grip around her hand and guiding her, sprinting to his car. Despite the sound of constant, heavy rainfall, he could only focus on her and her sweet sounds. She couldn’t help but giggle as they ran and squealed whenever they stepped through puddles. By the time they approached his vehicle, they were both completely drenched from head to toe. Y/N laughed even harder upon examining her reflection in the window on the passenger side. She brushed a few wild hairs that fell in her face, sticking to her skin and obstructing her line of sight before she realized that Steve wasn’t behind her. She furrowed her brows, spinning around on her heels, eyes searching for her boyfriend. Only to find him kneeling on the pavement, one hand outstretched to her, while the other clutched something small in his palm.

She doesn’t register what’s happening until he starts to speak. “My sweet Y/N,” he started with a bright smile, despite his nerves. “I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember. Even as a kid, every time I envisioned my future, you were there.” She was frozen in place, mouth ajar as she hung onto every word that fell from his lips. “I want to experience the rest of my life with you by my side. I want to buy a big, white house with a wrap-around porch, so we can sit in rocking chairs, drinking coffee as our kids run around on Saturday mornings.” He blinked, attempting to rid himself of the heavy raindrops that coated his lashes. Even through his somewhat blurry vision, Steve saw her smile bigger than he had ever seen before. “I want to come home to you everyday. I want to be your safe haven whenever life gets rough. The good, bad, ugly.. I want to experience it all with you.” He paused, opening the small box, presenting the ring in all its elegant glory. Despite what was being presented to her, she never took her eyes off of him, even as m tears of happiness that fell down her cheeks. She was thankful they were disguised by the ongoing downpour. “I want nothing more than for you to have my last name. I will take care of you and love you like nobody else in this world can.” He took a deep, yet shaky breath.

“Will you make me the happiest man in the world? Marry me?” His eyes were locked with hers. “Please?”

Not even a second passed before she nodded her head excitedly, her smile extending from one ear to the other. “Yes!” She took his handsome face into her hands, desperately crashing her lips to his. He climbed to his feet and wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her off the ground and spinning in a circle, grinning against her lips. They kissed like they had never kissed before. He placed her back on the ground and quickly reached for her left hand. He retrieved the ring from the box and slid it onto her finger, breathing a sigh of relief at the perfect fit. He watched as she looked down, finally taking in the piece of jewelry in her hand. She gasped, her eyes flickering to his as she clung to his body. Even in the rain, under what seemed like pitch black skies, she could tell the ring was absolutely flawless. “I love you so much,” she grinned, pushing herself onto her tiptoes to find his lips again. “Not as much as I love you,” he promised against her lips. He pulled back with a grin, caressing her face in his hands as he studied her features like it was the very first time he laid eyes on her. “You’re beautiful,” he bent down and kissed her forehead before repeating the action to both cheeks. “But there’s something about my future wife soaking wet with the rain that drives me fucking crazy.” Her breath hitched, looking into his dark eyes as a wicked grin appeared on his handsome face. “Guess you’re going to have to take me home and warm me up, future husband.” Between her million dollar smile and the words that fell from her lips for the very first time, Steve was convinced he had died and gone to heaven. Life couldn’t get any better.

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Unfortunately, it didn’t rain on their wedding day. However, they were blessed with a thunderstorm the first night of their honeymoon.

The moment both newlyweds crossed the threshold of their suite, they were on one another. Without breaking apart from their kiss, they quickly peeled wet clothes off each other and crashed onto the bed. Steve kissed every inch of her naked body, causing her to writhe underneath him. “Baby,” she begged, watching as he left a trail of wet kisses down her stomach before making himself comfortable between her legs. “I’m right here. I’ve got you,” he cooed, kissing the inside of her thigh before repeating the action on the other. He lightly nipped her flesh, which forced a strangled moan to fall from her lips.

After satisfying his need to tease his wife, Steve licked a single stripe through her folds before diving in, devouring her wet pussy.

He had two goals in mind that night:

1.) Making her feel his love by forcing her to orgasm as many times as she physically could handle

2.) Providing her with enough pleasure that she moaned louder than the claps of thunder that rumbled the hotel

That night, he accomplished both goals with impressive ease.

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The distinct sound of rainfall drumming against the roof echoed throughout the house, eventually waking Steve. He threw back the fluffy white duvet and climbed out of bed, following the sweet aroma of coffee that led him to the kitchen. He found his preferred mug filled to the brim with the caramel colored liquid on the countertop, which made him smile as he ran a hand through his hair, attempting to calm his bed head. He grabbed the mug and lifted it to his lips, taking his first sip as he looked through the large window that overlooked the porch and their backyard.

The sight before him was a dream come true. His 2-year old son was running after their golden retriever, bursting into a giggle fit as the dog turned around and licked the toddler’s face. Steve laughed as he headed through the back door and onto the porch. “Good morning,” Y/N spoke in a quiet tone, barely audible over the rain. The mere sight of her jump started his heart. It didn’t matter how long they were together, he could never get enough of her. He sat the cup of coffee on the end table beside her, leaning down and kissing her lips. “Mmm. Good morning,” he mumbled, deepening the kiss. One hand lightly caressed her neck, while the other slipped inside her robe, ghosting over her breasts and down to her round, pregnant belly. “How’re my girls this morning?” He asked, applying the slightest bit of pressure in hopes of feeling their unborn child kick. When she did, his face lit up as he leaned forward, kissing the exact spot he felt her move. “Any day now, sweet pea. Mommy and daddy are ready whenever you are,” he spoke against her belly, while Y/N ran her hands through his hair, soothing the wild strands that stuck out in random directions.

“Daddy!“ The little boy, who was a mirror image of his father, beamed, jumping on Steve’s back and hugging him with all his might. “Hey buddy!” He chuckled, pretending to fall to the ground as the toddler tackled him. Turns out the domestic lifestyle that Steve always dreamed about wasn’t what he expected. It was infinitely better and he couldn’t get enough.

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Playing with Fire

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Reader

Warning(s): Language, mentions of underage drinking. 18+ due to dirty talk, explicit protected sex.

Summary: After years of flirting, JJ decides to push the envelope by sharing risky pictures with Y/N via text.

(GIF credit to @splinterbean)

JJ Maybank was known to be trouble. But his charm and devilish good looks made him absolutely irresistible to the girls on Kildare Island. Despite being best friends, Y/N was no different. She always found herself checking him out, praying that none of the other Pogues noticed. On quite a few occasions, she would sneak a glance, only to find his cerulean blue eyes already on her. They always had flirty banter between the two of them, although their friends didn’t think anything of it. They chalked it up to simply being part of their personalities, never giving it a second thought.

After an uneventful kegger, Y\N headed home, knowing that she had a luxurious queen bed and down comforter waiting for her. Meanwhile, JJ decided to crash at the chateau. Per usual, he managed to snag the guest room, leaving Pope to sleep on the couch with Kiara. With the alcohol still running through his veins, JJ grabbed his phone and quickly typed out a message, hitting send without a second thought.

- JJ: You home yet?

The ping of her phone startled her awake. She jumped in the shower as soon as she came home from the party and ultimately passed out on her bed before she even had a chance to get dressed. She rubbed her eyes, attempting to rid the sleep before reaching for her phone in the dark. She read his message with a smile before replying.

- Y:N: Oh yeah. Still partying hard over here

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As soon as he received her message, he opened the picture, which caused a bright smile to appear on his face. She was laying in bed, perfectly snuggled in her large comforter, her hair in a slightly damp and messy, face bare of any makeup. Her nose was wrinkled, sticking her tongue out with her eyes closed, throwing up a peace sign. He immediately saved the picture as it reflected his favorite version of her, when she was unabashedly herself. He studied every detail of the picture before zoning in on a microscope detail - She was topless. Although nothing private was exposed, it got his blood boiling and he decided to push the envelope a little further, testing the waters. He quickly ripped the shirt from his torso before sitting against the headboard of the bed, flipping on his phones camera. He quickly snapped two pictures, sending them her way.

- JJ: Wish you were here.

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She was scrolling through social media when his text came in. As soon as she opened the first picture, she laughed, noticing the dramatic pouty expression on his face in the first picture and his wide, cheesy grin as she swiped to the second. He was the cutest. She found herself subconsciously biting her bottom lip as her eyes traveled further south, noticing his abs on full display. They spent countess days and nights at the beach or on the marsh, so she had seen him shirtless hundreds of times but this was the first time he sent a shirtless selfie. She wasn’t mad about it.

Y/N: Okay, hot stuff. I see you..

JJ: You can see more, ya know ;)

Y/N: Are you drunk? LOL

JJ: Perfectly sober, babe

She gnawed on her bottom lip, contemplating and calculating her next move. She hit the FaceTime icon, quickly checking her appearance on the camera as she not-so-patiently waited to see if he would answer. “Well, hello, beautiful,” the blonde beamed, appearing on camera with his signature toothy grin. She chuckled, watching as he ran a hand through his messy hair, obviously checking his own reflection. “Don’t worry. You look hot,” she winked, making him raise an eyebrow. “Oh! Someone’s feeling frisky tonight.” He wiggled his brows, smile never leaving his face as a light brush crept onto hers. She playfully rolled her eyes, holding the comforter to her chest as she rolled onto her left side. His eyes were trained on the fabric, praying that her grip would fail, knowing that she had nothing on underneath. “I was calling to see if you had a girl over or something,” she mumbled. He shrugged, relaxing and laying down against the mattress, mimicking how she was laying. “Was hoping to bring you back after the party but here we are,” he sighed, poking out his bottom lip. “Are you saying that you want me, JJ?” She batted her eyes, staring at his handsome face on her phone screen. She was half-joking, at least that’s what she told herself. He didn’t waste anytime before he answered, “Fuck yeah.” Her heart stopped. “More than anything,” he continued, making her skin ignite on fire. He wasn’t physically with her but was still driving her crazy. She quickly brought herself back to reality and decided to give in to her desires. What was the worst that could happen? Taking the fabric that was once held tightly against her bare chest, she slowly inched it down her body, watching his blue eyes widen. “How bad do you want me, JJ?” She asked, his eyes never leaving her chest, which was now exposing her cleavage. “Y/N, please.” He licked his lips, sitting straight up and clutching his phone tight. She smiled, finally removing the fabric from her body, her tits on full display for him. “Holy fuck,” were the only words they left his mouth before his jaw went slack. “Come over,” she practically begged, the ache between her legs now too much to bear. His camera seemed to go black but she could hear shuffling, followed by the sound of keys before the handsome boy appeared again. She could tell that he was walking or rather, jogging through the house. He finally spoke after the front door of the chateau slammed closed behind him, “I’m on my way. 5 minutes.” She smiled, excitement radiating throughout every inch of her body as she ended the call.

4 minutes and 32 seconds later, the same handsome blonde was barging through her bedroom door. “Is this a dream? Because I feel like I’m dreaming.” He spoke quickly, his words almost running together as he approached the end of her bed, where she was waiting, fully naked and on display for him. She pushed herself onto her knees against the mattress, reaching for his shirt and pulling him close, crashing her lips to his. She was desperate for him. Years of flirting and empty promises had finally reached its boiling point. As he deepened the kiss, his hands tangled in her damp hair, her own hands slide underneath his shirt, fingertips ghosting over his toned abdomen. He broke apart from her, resting his forehead against hers as he gazed into her eyes, which were dark with lust. He reached, grabbing his shirt and pulling it over his head, dropping the fabric to the floor before grabbing her by the back of her neck and pulling her flush against him. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, dominating her senses as her hands were busy at work on his shorts. Once they were undone, she pushed them off of his hips, forcing them to the ground, leaving him in only his thin plaid boxers. He grabbed her and climbed onto the mattress, caging her in with his strong arms, grinding into her core. “Fuck,” she gasped, feeling his clothed clock against her bare pussy. She was soaking wet. He left a trail of sensual, open mouth kisses from her jaw, down to her chin, followed by her neck before he focused on her hardened nipples. “I’m going to fuck you so good, babe,” he lunged his hips forward, taking her left nipple into his mouth. Meanwhile, his hands didn’t leave an inch of her body untouched. He looked up at her, locking eyes as he flicked her nipple with his tongue before nipping at the bud roughly, making her back arch against him. A wicked smile appeared on his face as he placed a soft kiss to her stomach before pushing himself off the bed. He reached into his shorts, grabbing a condom from his pocket before tugging his boxers off his hips so he could crawl on top of her naked body. “Put this on for me?” He asked, his fingers dancing against the inside of her thigh. She nodded, grabbing the foil pocket from his grasp and yelping as he quickly switched their position, so it was his back against the mattress as she straddled his lips. “You’re a fucking goddess,” he groaned, admiring her body from this new angle. She smiled, grasping his cock, which was already rock hard. She pumped him a few times before tearing the packet open with her teeth, carefully rolling the latex onto him.

“Come here,” he spoke, voice rough and raspy, the tone going directly to her core. He ran his hand from her thigh, over her hip, grazing her side until he reached her neck, where he gently grabbed, bringing her body forward so he could kiss her swollen lips. She placed her hands on each side of his head, rolling her hips against him. “Mmm,” he hummed against her lips. He reached down, taking his cock in his free hand and gently tapping his tip against her swollen clit, making her body jolt. “Stop teasing, J,” her voice was already strained, making him smile against her lips as he guided his cock to her core, allowing her to sink down onto him completely. Both of his hands found her hips, gripping her skin tight as he waited for her to adjust. It was only a moment before she started moving her hips, setting a delicious pace that had both of them cursing in no time. Her mouth was open, allowing every little sound to fall from her lips, echoing throughout her bedroom while JJ held onto her hips. “Fuck, Y/N,” he seethed, his head falling back against the pillow with a bright smile. She took turns between bouncing and rolling her hips in figure eights on his cock, ensuring that she felt every inch of him and god, did she. He was hitting spots that no man had before. He needed to be closer to her so he sat up, crashing his lips to hers in perfect rhythm, holding her chest flush with his. Her hands tangled in his hair, tugging roughly when the pleasure was too much as he drank in all of her moans. His hips met hers, thrusting upwards, hitting the deepest spots inside of her that would make her lose her mind in no time. “So fucking good, J,” she panted, feeling one of hid large hands splayed at the small of her back and the other gripping her ass as he marked her neck and chest with deep, dark bruises as their hips moved in unison. He could tell that she was close by the way she clenched around him, which urged him to do whatever was needed to push her over the edge. He lied back, taking her hips in both hands so he could hold her in place, fucking into her with everything he had, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip. His thrusts weren’t fast. Instead, they hard, slow and deep, everything she wanted as she raked her fingernails down his chest.

In one swift movement, he flipped them over to their original position, never pulling out of her. With him on top, he pounded into her even harder, his eyes never leaving her beautiful face. “Gonna cum, J,” she warned, desperately reaching for his hand. He understood what she needed so he grabbed her, interlacing their fingers and pining her arm above her head. “You’re taking my dick so well, princess. Cum on my cock.” His filthy words in combination with his thrusts pushed her over the edge. Her toes curled and her back arched as she surrendered to the pleasure. When the knot broke, she felt pure bliss from the top of her head to the very tips of her toes, while chanting his name like a prayer. His thrusts were relentless, never letting up, ensuring that her orgasm lasted as long as possible. As she fought to catch her breath, he kissed his way up her body until he found her swollen lips, his hands fondling her breasts. “So pretty when you cum,” he mumbled, resting his forehead against hers as he gazed into her eyes. She reached up, holding his face in her feeble hands as she kissed him, ensuring that he couldn’t pull away. His thrusts became sloppy and in a matter of moments, it was his turn to give into bliss as he finished inside of the condom. JJ was convinced he had never cum that hard in his life. After riding out his own high, he crashed on top of her, burying his face in her neck. “My god, Y/N,” he huffed with a smile, holding her sweaty body close to his. She giggled, massaging his shoulders and back, making him groan. “Sex and a massage? Marry me,” he lifted his head, flashing his signature smile as she laughed. He kissed her lips before pushing off the mattress, heading towards her bathroom, where he discarded the condom and returned with a warm wash cloth. “Great sex and aftercare? No, you marry me.” She teased sweetly as he cleaned her up. He was so careful, which sent her heart soaring. He climbed on top of her, pulling that same large comforter from the photos over their bodies as he lied with his head on her chest. She ran her fingers through his blonde strands, holding him tight. “Why didn’t I send you shirtless selfies sooner?” They both laughed and before she knew it, he was hard again and kissing down her body before his head disappeared between her legs. That night, she learned that JJ Maybank’s reputation of being a sex god was absolutely true.

Free of Jealousy

Paring: Rafe Cameron x Female Reader

Warning(s): Language, alcohol consumption, brief mentions of drug use

Summary: Rafe gets jealous at a Christmas party that forces him to finally make a move on Y/N

Author’s Note: Just wanted to say thank you to @twasthenightbeforehappiness for inspiring this story! I loved the idea and had to do something with it. Hope you like it! Sorry it’s not lengthy like my other stories. Oh, and Merry Christmas to those that celebrate!

(GIF credit to @whumpypepsigal)

As soon as December arrived, it seemed as if there was a party in Kildare every other day. From friends to family, Kooks and Pogues, everyone was getting into the spirit across the island. Tonight, Y/N found herself in the middle of a party hosted by none other than Topper Thornton.

People seemed to crowd every inch of the Thornton household, even spilling out into the backyard, around the heated pool. Y/N was perched on the kitchen island, sipping on holiday punch and chatting it up with her best friends. Kelce was standing beside the group of girls as he manned the playlist, which consisted of a perfect mix of Christmas songs and typical party favorites. The volume was so loud that you practically had to yell to be heard inside the house. It wasn’t long before the host of the party joined in their conversation. “Nice sweater, Top!” Y/N laughed as she playfully tugged on the oversized bow glued onto the middle of his home-made tacky sweater. “Hey! Don’t unwrap your present. It’s not Christmas yet!” He scoffed, making her laugh harder.

Little did she know that across the room, Rafe’s blood was boiling as he watched entire interaction that took place between the girl and his best friend. She was always very affectionate with her friends. Physical touch was her love language so she thought nothing of grasping Topper’s bicep when she belly laughed. The little touches they shared only made Rafe see red, not to mention how close they had to lean it to hers one another over the loud music. He so badly wanter to storm across the room and I physically tear Topper away from her so he could have her undecided attention. Instead, he chugged the remainder of his beer and headed outside, sharing a whisper with a few folks along the way that he knew would be interested in what he had to offer.

“Be right back!” Y/N yelled to her best friend, who looked at her with a confused glare as she pushed herself off the marble countertop. “Bathroom,” she clarified, which earned a nod of understanding from the other girl. She navigated throughout the crowd of people before finally making it to the appropriate door. As soon as she reached for handle, the door opened and she walked right into someone’s chest. “Ooh, sorry,” she looked up to find none other than Rafe towering over her, obvious cocaine residue under his nose and blown out pupils. “Jesus Christ, Rafe. It’s a Christmas party,” she scoffed, attempting to push past him so she could enter the bathroom but he didn’t budge. She dabbled in coke herself but he always seemed to take it too far. “You’re right, it’s Christmas. Relax,” he smirked, which made her roll her eyes as she successfully shoved past him, not bothering to spare another glance in his direction.

About an hour had passed and Y/N was busy with one of her friends, fixing another drink as Kelce cut the music, whistling loudly to gather everyone’s attention. “Everyone to the backyard. It’s game time, y’all!” He said, throwing a bright smile in her direction before heading to the back. Wordlessly, Y/N grabbed her drink and followed the crowd, only to find Topper on the back patio, beside a cheap folding table with a deck of cards in his hand. “Okay, I’ve got a couple things lined up. We’ve got the classics planned, like flip cup and beer pong but first, a card game,” he grinned, eyes searching the crowd for a volunteer. When his eyes landed on Y/N, his smile brightened as he motioned for her to join him. “Y/N, I need your help to demonstrate.” Rafe sat in the same spot he had been for the majority of the party after his run in with the girl, his eyes trained on her as she reluctantly joined his best friend’s side. “The object of the game is to have two teams. The first team to pass the card down the entire line, wins,” He turned to Y/N before he continued. “The catch is you can only move the card between players using your mouth, like so.” He placed the card against his lips, creating enough suction with his mouth that it wouldn’t fall as he grabbed the back of Y/N’s neck, pulling her close, while bending down slightly and pressing the card roughly against her lips. Her eyes went wide, clearly taken back by his movements, the card falling from her lips to the ground as the boy standing in front of her laughed. “If that happens, your team has to start all over. Who’s in?” The crowed cheered as numerous people stepped forward to participate. Meanwhile, Rafe watched, silently seething. Y/N turned on her heels to step back inside when a hand gripped her elbow, stopping her in her tracks. “Just this one round, please?” She signed, nodding her head before following Topper as he lead her to his team. “Of course,” she thought to herself. She could already tell where this was going. He was her friend and she cared for him as such but she had absolutely no romantic interest in him whatsoever. She was the second-to-last person in line as Topper stood at the rear. She was too focused on watching the other team assemble to notice who was in front of her. Before she knew it, the game began.

Everyone that was participating in the silly game laughed as they watched their teammates try to carefully pass the card. Meanwhile, the crowd around the two teams loudly cheered them on. Y/N was busy laughing at her friends on the other team to notice the commotion that occurred beside her. Rafe watched as it became closer and closer to her turn before he finally decided to make his move. He stormed over to the line of people and in one swift movement yanked the guy that was in front of her in line, shoving him out the way so he could take his place. He leaned down to the girl he didn’t know, taking the card with his mouth before quickly turning to Y/N. Finally realizing it was her turn, she turned to the boy who towered over her small frame. He leaned down as she pushed herself onto her tip toes, lips perfectly puckered as she waited for the transfer. However, Rafe had other intentions. He quickly dropped the card from his mouth, crashing his lips against hers as his hands tangled in her hair so she couldn’t go anywhere. She immediately froze until his familiar cologne overwhelmed her senses. She wasted no time and kissed him back, deepening the kiss as she roughly gripped the material of his button-up shirt. They were too consumed with each other to notice the distraught look on Topper’s face as he watched their heated encounter.

Y/N pulled away from him, desperate for air as she gazed up at the handsome boy in front of her, who couldn’t hide his proud smile if he tried. “We should have done that sooner,” she teased, nibbling on her bottom lip, her hands never leaving his shirt. He chuckled, his own hands finding purchase on her hips. “Merry Christmas, Y/N,” he mumbled before crashing his lips against hers again. But this time, his tongue entered her mouth with ease and her entire body melted against him.

Enamoured - Part I | Too Hot for Golf

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x OFC

Warning(s): Language, brief drug use. 18+ due to explicit unprotected sex

Summary: Haley Davenport and Rafe Cameron had known each other since they were in diapers. With both of their families considered to be Kook royalty, they were constantly around one another, whether it was the weekly dinner parties or social functions at the country club. There was always more to their relationship than friendship but they were both too stubborn to acknowledge it. Until now.

Part Two

(GIF credit to @tairoberts)

Saturday

She honestly couldn’t remember why she agreed to spend her Saturday morning carting Rafe Cameron around the golf course but here she was. With her long, bare legs propped on the dash of the golfcart, Haley smoked the joint pressed to her lips in the most non-conspicuous way possible as she watched the boys play the third hole of the day. “I’m just sayin’. You could make a shit ton of money as a bev cart girl,” said Kelce, waiting for his turn as Topper lined up for his shot. She rolled her eyes before laughing, carefully exhaling the smoke and passing the joint to Rafe, who sat to her right. “Like she needs anymore money?” He commented before taking a hit off the joint. “Is that all I’m good for, Kel? Mindless flirting, eye candy and fetching beers?” She asked, raising her brow in his direction, although it was hard to detect under the dark sunglasses that sat on the bridge of her nose. “Isn’t that what you’re doing for Rafe now?” Topper was quick to answer after taking his shot, heading back to his own cart after his ball landed in the green. She could barely hear Kelce snicker due to her best friend choking on the smoke he tried so desperately to hold in. “You okay there, Cameron?” She peeked over her sunglasses and he quickly nodded. “Not my fault you can’t get cute girls to caddy for you, Top. Maybe Kelce can wear a skimpy little golf skirt for you next time.” She bit her bottom lip, stifling a laugh as Kelce shanked his shot due to his lack of concentration, causing a slew of expletives to fall from his lips.

She drove to the next hole as Rafe cracked open an ice cold beer, taking a long swig. “Thank you for coming,” he said after swallowing. She smiled, glancing in his direction before focusing on the course ahead. “Happy to. Care to share why I’m crashing your boys day?” He laughed, lifting the cap from his head to run a hand through his hair. “I, uh, didn’t want to come. I wanted to spend the day with you but they booked the tee time before I could cancel.” He placed his cap backwards on his head before continuing. “I figured you’d at least make this enjoyable.” She smiled brighter, pulling up to the next hole and parking. “I am honored. Are you enjoying yourself?” He took another sip of beer before getting out and grabbing the appropriate club from his bag on the back of the cart. “You have singlehandedly caused Kelce to fuck up on every hole so far. I’m never golfing without you again.”

To Haley’s surprise, the hours flew by and she was having a blast. After her high wore off, she shared a few alcoholic beverages with the boys in between keeping a tally of their scores and belly laughing at their idiotic antics. After the final hole, they headed back to the clubhouse. “Hate to break it to you, gentleman but Topper was the better man today.” She faked a pout as she looked at Kelce, patting his shoulder tenderly. “You tried your best. Maybe next time.” The sound of their laughter echoed before Topper spoke, looking at his watch. “I gotta go pick up Sarah.” Kelce nodded, hugging the short brunette before following behind the blonde male. “He’s my ride so I’m gonna dip out too. You’re playing next time!” She waved goodbye, turning on her heels to look at her best friend, who was already watching her. “I wanna hit a ball!” He laughed, heading towards the direction of the restaurant as she jogged to keep up with his long stride. “Are you serious?” He looked down at her at his side, watching as she quickly nodded her head. “Yes! I need to practice my swing.” She pretended to swing at an invisible golf ball in front of her, causing the boy to laugh hysterically. “Jesus Christ. You need all the help you can get. Come on,” he grabbed her hand and made a quick left, now walking towards the practice range. He figured they could spend a few minutes working on her swing before grabbing some food and calling it a day.

There was no one around, so he guided her to one of the tees before dropping her hand. “Wait right here,” he said before jogging back to the clubhouse. After a few minutes, he emerged with his golf bag on his shoulder, a bucket of balls and a giant smile on his face. “What’s gotten into you?” She smiled, watching him slide the bag from his shoulder and set the first ball on a tee. “Well, apparently, this area is closed but the Cameron name saved the day.” He flashed his signature smirk, making her roll her eyes. “We’ve got this place to ourselves. You’re welcome.” She couldn’t hold back her laugh, taking the club that he handed to her and walking to the tee. “Show me what you got, Hales.” She nodded, attempting to line up the club to the ball but before she could even swing, he was laughing, running a hand down his face in dramatic fashion. “What?” She asked innocently, trying to hide her embarrassment. “You’re holding it all wrong. May I?” She simply nodded. He walked behind her and carefully took the club from her hands. “Watch how I hold it,” he said as he stepped closer, towering over he small frame as he gripped the club correctly, one hand on top of the other. She focused on his hands, studying the placement as the smell of his cologne quickly invaded her senses. Still holding the club with his left hand, he took his free hand and grabbed her right, placing it where his was before repeating the movement with her left hand. “You wanna hold it tight so when you swing, it doesn’t launch out of your hands but not too tight that your hands get sore.” She nodded, trying to focus as he stepped even closer, nudging her right foot with his. “Spread your legs a little wider.” She did as he said, adjusting her stance accordingly, fighting urge to make an inappropriate comment about his choice of words. Never in a million years did she think she’d hear those words leave his lips, especially not directed to her. “Perfect,” he murmured, his lips directly beside her ear, not realizing that she was now nervously nibbling on her bottom lip. “Now when you swing, keep this arm straight and bend the other.” As he spoke, he placed his hands on top of hers again, guiding her to bring the club backwards. “And make sure that you follow through.” He slowly guided her to move the club forwards, mimicking a full swing. “Have at it,” he stepped backwards, unwrapping his arms from around her so she could try. She released a breath that she didn’t realize she was holding, her head now spinning. She took a moment to collect her thoughts, checking her stance before attempting to swing at the ball. She made contact but sadly, the ball only traveled three feet. She laughed, turning to find Rafe biting his bottom lip, attempting to hide his smile as he shook his head sympathetically. “Can we just go eat? I may need more than one lesson after all.” She stuck out her bottom lip, knowing Rafe couldn’t deny her signature pout and of course, he gave in. However, over dinner, she promised to meet him at Tanneyhill for more lessons. Who knew being athletically challenged could be such a gift?

Sunday

As promised, Haley wasted no time before heading to the Cameron residence to spend another day with her best friend. She followed the directions from his text earlier in the morning and headed to the backyard as soon as she arrived, where she found Rafe with his setup. “Mornin’ coach,” she teased with a sweet smile. “Don’t look yet!” He hollered with a smile, attempting to jump in front of something before she had a chance to see what it was. She froze in place, throwing her hands over her eyes to shield her vision. She heard his laugh as he walked closer, guiding her forward by her shoulders. “Alright. You can open them now.” When she opened her eyes, she found a pink golf bag that held a new set of clubs, wrapped in big white bow. “Rafe!” She gasped, reaching for one of the clubs, which was much lighter and shorter than the one from the day before. “I hope you were serious about wanting to learn. Because now I’m invested,” he laughed, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “Are you kidding me? I’m all in.” If he only knew, she thought to herself. He smiled wide as he spoke, “Okay, good. I have this so we can practice here.” He motioned to the large net that was set up behind them. It warmed her heart knowing how excited he was that she wanted to learn his favorite sport, despite her lack of athleticism. He always loved how competitive she was.

“Okay, golf 101.” Rafe took the time to break out each golf club, teaching her the appropriate name and explaining its use before handing her what he called a Putter for today’s ‘lesson.’ “You remember that time we played putt putt in Myrtle Beach?” He asked, effortlessly twirling the club in his hand, waiting for an answer. She nodded, “Mhm. I owned your ass.” He rolled his eyes, deciding to ignore her snide comment. “Putting in golf is the same. You use this when you need to move the ball short distances.” As he explained, he set up a ball and gently tapped it, making it roll towards the net. “Your stance and swing stay the same, regardless of what club you’re using. Like I showed you yesterday.” She nodded wordlessly before he continued. “The only thing that changes is how hard you hit the ball. Come here,” He said, using his pointer finger to motion her over. She didn’t hesitate walking to where he stood but as she turned, getting into the same position as yesterday, she carefully brushed her ass against the crotch of his khaki shorts. Rafe immediately froze, sucking in a harsh breath. It was an accident. There was no way that was intentional, he thought to himself. Little did he know that her heart felt like it was beating out of her chest. She never had a problem with guys. She was always confident and therefore, never had problems being forward but this was different. Rafe was not only her best fiend but the boy she’s loved since the second grade. She bit her bottom lip, attempting to hide her smile at his reaction to her movements. He took a moment before wrapping his arms around her, guiding her hands to the handle of the club. Since her new clubs were much shorter, he had to lean forward even more to reach her hands, causing him to shift even closer than before. “Good girl,” he murmured after observing how she properly gripped the handle. It took every ounce of control she could harness not to back her ass into him in that moment. The sudden change in her breathing didn’t go unnoticed by the tall brunette due to their close proximity. “Stand up straight.” She rolled her shoulders back, following his directions and adjusting her posture. He nodded before tapping the ground. “Your feet are too close. Adjust your stance.” Another perfect opportunity presented itself. With a jolt of confidence, she spread her legs further apart, bending over ever so slightly and rocking her hips against his crotch. He audibly gulped, both of his hands finding purchase on her hips, keeping her pressed against him. “Davenport,” he breathed, voice low and slightly strained. She looked over her shoulder at the handsome boy, flashing a bright smile, which made her signature dimples to appear. “Cameron,” she whispered, easing back for the third time. Rafe didn’t hide the groan that passed his lips as he leaned his head forward, his lips brushing the shell of her ear as he spoke, “Are you trying to kill me?” She bit her bottom lip, faking innocence as she shook her head. “No, I’m trying to get you to touch me.”That’s all it took. Rafe didn’t waste another second before he spun her around, instantly cradling her face in his large hands and crashing his lips to hers. He kissed her as though it was their last day on earth. It was sexy and slow but intense, all at once. She gripped his button-up shirt with both hands, holding on for dear life as she lost herself in his taste as his tongue entered her awaiting mouth. The only reason they parted was for air as they both panted, gazing into each other’s eyes. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” he admitted, his eyes flickering from her eyes to her lips and back again. “You’re all I’ve ever wanted, Cameron,” She said, barely above a whisper. She watched the smile light up his flawless face before he brought her lips to his again. His hands quickly moved from her cheeks to her hair as her hands remained fisted in his shirt. As the kiss got deeper, she started walking backwards, pulling him with her. “Take me upstairs. I’m yours. Make me yours,” she begged, looking up at him with her hazel eyes.

He nodded his head with a smile, grabbing her by the hand and practically bolting inside the house, grateful that no one else was home. He carefully but quickly guided her up the staircase and down the hall before they were finally inside his room. As soon as the door closed, Rafe had her back pressed against it as he attacked her lips. This time it was her that had her hands tangled in his hair, keeping him from pulling away. In one swift moment, he effortlessly lifted her from the ground and placed her on the bed with him perfectly nestled between her long legs. “Hales,” he said against her lips before breaking apart. “We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.” He searched her eyes for any sign of uncertainty. Instead, she smiled as she traced his jawline with her fingertips, staring in pure adoration. “I’ve loved you since seventh grade. I want you,” she whispered, watching as he smiled brighter than she had ever seen. He turned his head, kissing the palm of her hand sweetly before finding her lips again. This time, he thrust his hips forward, grinding against her. “Fuck,” she gasped, feeling his cock against pressed against her clothed core, where she ached for him the most. She desperately reached for his shirt, working to unbutton it from the top to bottom. Once every button was undone, she pushed it down his arms as he attacked her neck with a perfect mix of open mouth kisses, sucks and sinful licks that sent chills down her spine. He threw his shirt in a random direction, attaching his lips to her collarbone as her hands roamed his now bare chest. He grabbed the hem of her tank top and with her help, yanked it from her body, tossing it to join his shirt as well. He sat back for a moment, admiring the flawless sight before him. “You’re so fucking beautiful, baby,” he said with a bright smile, slowly running his hands up her bare calves and to her thighs. He wanted to drink on every inch of her. She felt a blush creep onto her cheeks at his compliment but she didn’t bother hiding it. “Say that again,” she practically begged, pushing herself onto her elbows. “You’re beautiful.” She shook her head, smiling. “No, the other thing.” He couldn’t help the wicked grin that appeared as he placed his lips directly below her navel, kissing her slowly, inching his way to the middle of her breasts. “Baby,” he whispered before licking a single stripe from her breasts to the sweet spot on her neck, directly beneath her ear. She could have finished right then and there as a pornographic moan left her lips.

As he reached behind to unhook her bra in order to remove the fabric from her body, her feeble hands were quickly at work on his shorts. They were in a desperate race to rid the other of clothes so they could be even closer. Once her bra was unhooked, she pulled the fabric from her chest as Rafe pushed his shorts and boxers down in one swift moment. Her shorts were all that remained. She was busy drinking on the sight before her. Rafe was fucking hot when he was fully clothed but now that he was completely naked above her, she could barely focus on anything. He felt her eyes studying every inch of him, making his heart swell. Amongst other things. “Haley, baby,” he said softly, grabbing her attention. “Are you sure this is okay? This is what you want?” He massaged her thighs, waiting for an answer. He was giving her one last out, although she wouldn’t need it. She looked deep into his eyes with a wide smile before biting her bottom lip. “Yes. Absolutely, yes,” she giggled, carefully raking her nails down his stomach. “Please fuck me, Rafe.” He flashed his signature smirk, dipping the tips of his long fingers onto her shorts as he gazed lovingly into her eyes. “I’m going to take such good care of you.” With that, he pulled her shorts and panties down her legs, tossing the fabric on the floor. He tried so hard not to stare but he was so turned on, he couldn’t help himself as she opened her legs, exposing her core to him. He subconsciously licked his lips once he saw how wet she was. “Such a pretty pussy,” he whispered, his eyes flashing to her face as he reached forward, barely running a fingertip through her folds. He watched her eyes fall shut and her head fall backwards as her mouth opened, only for no sound to escape. She felt the bed shift and before she could process anything, Rafe’s mouth was on her and she lost her fucking mind. He started slow, giving gentle kitten licks to her clit but she tasted so good, he quickly began devouring her. “Oh my god,” she gasped, gripping onto the sheets with one hand and fondling her right breast with the other. He wrapped his mouth around her clit, sucking as he pushed his middle finger deep into her cunt. Her walls clenched around him and the sweetest, most sinful sounds left her lips, going straight to his cock. She stopped playing with her nipple and gripped his hair, tugging roughly as he moaned into her, pumping his finger in perfect rhythm. She couldn’t control her hips as she bucked into him but he quickly put a stop to that. With his free arm, he pushed her down to the bed by her stomach, forcing her to stay in place as he added another finger. She sang his name like a mantra in between lustful moans and desperate little whimpers as he fucked her with his mouth and long fingers.

He couldn’t wait any longer. He needed to be inside of her and he knew Haley was just as desperate as he was. He removed his mouth first so he could watch her take his fingers as he stroked his cock with his free hand. He looked up to find her watching as she fondled her hardened nipples. He locked eyes with her, slowly removing his fingers from her core and placing them into his mouth, sucking and licking them clean. “That was a dream come true for me,” he admitted, kissing his way up her body. “You taste like heaven,” He whispered before taking her left nipple into his mouth, tweaking the other with his free hand. She tangled both hands in his hair as he slowly made his way to her lips. Once they were connected, she moaned at the taste of herself on his tongue. He briefly pulled away, supporting his weight in his forearms that were placed at each side of her head, looking into her hazel eyes as he spoke, “I love you.” She gazed at him through hooded eyes, her hands grasping his biceps. “I love you.” Rafe reached down and grabbed his painfully hard cock, stroking his length a few times before rubbing the tip against her slit, collecting the wetness on his head. She bit down on her bottom lip hard, trying not to buck her hips at the feeling. He lined himself up and studied her face as he slowly pushed forward, giving her inch by inch. “Oh shit,” she cried out, her head falling back into the pillow once he was fully sheathed in her welcoming pussy. His eyes never left her face as he slowly started moving his hips. Every time he would pull his hips back, almost pulling out completely, her mouth would open but when he would send his hips forward, shoving his dick back in, her eyebrows would furrow. She was absolutely perfect. He was convinced she was made for him. With his lips attached to her neck, leaving dark marks everywhere he could, he soon developed a rhythm that caused her moans to fill the entire room. “That’s it, baby. Let me hear those pretty sounds,” he encouraged, fucking her even harder but keeping the pace nice and slow. He knew that’s what she preferred because she would clench her walls so tightly around his cock while digging her nails into his arms. His hands roamed every inch of her body as his lips continued their assault against her smooth skin. He didn’t know which was hotter: the sound of skin against skin filling the room, her wet pussy or the dirty sounds falling from her lips. Rafe was convinced he had died and gone to heaven. He was desperate for her lips, kissing her with everything he had as he fucked her into the mattress. He caressed her neck with his dominate hand while the other gripped her hip tight enough to bruise her tanned skin. He hit that forbidden spot deep inside of her that caused her to go absolutely mad. “Right there, right there,” she panted against his lips, making him smirk. He readjusted his hips so he could pound that spot over and over again as she milked his cock, clenching so hard around him. “Right here? You like that, baby?” He watched her nod quickly as she guided his hand to her neck, wrapping his fingers around her. “Fuck yes. I’m so close,” she warned, trying to keep her eyes open as he fucked the living daylights out of her. He tested the waters by tightening his hand ever so slightly around her neck. When he felt her pussy throb, he couldn’t help but smile. “You’re so goddamn perfect. My gorgeous girl. Made just for me.” He leaned down, kissing her as his hips continued. “I’m gonna cum,” she moaned, clawing at his back to keep his body as close to hers as possible. Little did she know that he already knew she was close as her thighs started shaking against his hips. “Let go, baby. I’m right here, I’ve got you.” With his permission, she gave in, the knot in her stomach finally broke loose and her back arched, bliss spreading throughout every inch of her body. Like a perfect gentleman, he fucked her through it, his hips never letting up until her breathing started evening out.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he admitted with a smile, releasing the hold he hand on her neck and kissing her collarbone, giving her time to catch her breath and regain her composure. It took a few minutes for Haley to gather herself but once she did, a bright smile was plastered on her face. “Thank you,” she whispered with a giggle, pulling him up her body to kiss his lips, getting lost in him all over again. “Mmm, you’re very welcome,” he murmured, sliding his hands down her sides and gripping her hips tightly. “Can you turn around for me?” She nodded, biting her lip all over again until he pulled out of her so she could maneuver underneath him. She felt so empty, she hated every minute of it. Once on her hands and knees, she lowered the top half of her body to the mattress, arching her back and keeping her ass in the air. Rafe had to catch his breath at the sight, his hands roughly kneading her ass. “Now this may be the hottest thing I’ve seen,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss her shoulder blades, licking down her spine before lining himself up. He entered her without warning, pushing his cock all the way in before immediately finding a wicked rhythm that had her writhing underneath him already. “Goddamn, you feel so good,” he spoke through gritted teeth, already lost in her. Haley grasped onto the bedsheets as he railed her, fucking her with such intensity that she could almost see stars. He gripped her hips with all his might, neither of them caring about the bruises that would surely be there in the morning. She allowed all of her moans to escape into the pillow beneath her as Rafe fucked her for all her worth. By now, he decided that his favorite sound in the world was a tie between her delicious sounds and the wetness of her pussy. “You take me so good, baby. I’m not going to last much longer,” he warned, which encouraged her to use what little strength she had to push back against him, moving herself on and off his cock on her own. He smirked, his hand moving up her spine, ghosting over her shoulder and neck before tangling in her hair, pulling her upwards. Therefore, her back was flush against his chest. She could feel every muscle of his flex as he thrusted inside of her even harder. He took her breasts in his hands, rubbing her nipples, earning more moans and whimpers to escape from her throat. His right hand disappeared between her legs, gently rubbing figure eights against her clit. She turned her head so she could stare at him with pleading eyes, her jaw slack as she felt that familiar knot building yet again. “Rafe, I can’t,” she warned, her nails digging into his wrist. He used his free hand to caress her neck, turning her head more so he could kiss her swollen lips. “Yes, you can, baby. I told you, I’ve got you.” As he spoke against her lips, he moved his fingers against her clit faster, adding more pressure as he quickly approached his own high. He drank in all of her moans, feeling her legs shake and her pussy clench around his cock, signifying she was on the cusp on another orgasm. She could feel his thrusts become sloppy and before he could ask where she wanted him to cum, she was already volunteering. “Please cum inside me.” With that, Rafe was pushed over the edge, spilling everything he had deep inside of her as her dam broke at the same time. If it had not been for Rafe holding her against his body, she would have collapsed onto the bed after finally coming down from her second high. He fought to catch his breath, leaving sweet kisses against her neck before slowly pulling his cock out of her. He couldn’t stop himself from looking, watching his cum drip out of her pussy, down her thighs and onto the sheets. She was marked in more ways than one. She was finally his.

He carefully lowered her down to the mattress, ensuring that she was comfortable before he disappeared into the bathroom, returning with a warm, damp wash cloth. “Can I?” He asked as she slowly rolled onto her back. This was brand new to her. None of her other partners offered any kind of aftercare so she gladly welcomed it, the thought alone making her heart best faster. She nodded, watching as he carefully cleaned her up before tossing the cloth into the hamper and pulling the covers over her. He wasted no time joining her, pulling her close so she could rest her head on his bare chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat. “That was unexpected,” he laughed, running a hand through his messy hair. She laughed, rolling over, resting her chin against his chest as she gazed up at him. “Yeah but I’m so happy it did. You’re absolutely perfect.” She placed a chaste kiss to his neck, making a wide smile appear on his already flawless face. “Since second grade, huh?” He asked, brow raised as she blushed, nodding her head. “Yup. Had a crush then but I fell head over heels in seventh grade. Started having inappropriate thoughts about you sophomore year though.” She teased, making both of them erupt into laughter.

Enamoured - Part II | Midsummer Fun

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x OFC

Warning(s): Language, 18+ due to explicit descriptions of unprotected sex, dirty talk. This chapter is loosely based on events that took place in season 1.

Summary: With Haley and Rafe’s relationship clearly established between the two of them, it’s time for their first official event as a couple.

Part One

(GIF Credit to @ptersparkers)

Two Days Before

Haley paced his room, firing off twenty questions as she interrogated him, trying to figure out what he was wearing for the annual Midsummers party at the country club so she could dress accordingly. “Do you even know what color you’re wearing?” He simply shook his head from left to right, “Nope.” She sighed, trying to rid herself of the aggravation his lack of knowledge was causing her by pinching the bridge of her nose. “You infuriate me.” He rolled his eyes, that familiar smirk appearing on his face as he got him from the bed and strolled towards her. Thanks to his long strides, it didn’t take long before he was towering over her. “Yeah but you love me,” he whispered against her neck, the warmth of his breath tickling her skin but before he could attach his lips to her most sensitive spot, she slipped away from him and walked out the door. “Rose, can I bother you for a sec?” He groaned, rubbing the back of his neck as he plopped back on his bed, listening to her prance down the stairs. She emerged minutes later with a bright, shit-eating grin on her face. “Get the intel you wanted, baby?” She simply nodded, playfully flipping him off before climbing on top of him. He tossed his phone in a random direction so his hands could take purchase on her thighs. She leaned forward, placing a chaste kiss to his lips before she tried pushing off of him, his hold only tightening on her. “Where do you think you’re going?” He ran his hands from her thighs to her hips, pulling her even closer. She giggled, struggling against his hold. “I’ve gotta go find a dress, considering I found out the color scheme two days before!” He groaned, rolling his eyes before nodding, although his hold remained on her hips. “Okay. You gotta give me a better kiss than that though.” With that, she connected her lips with his a second time, allowing his tongue to enter her mouth and her body to melt into him. She broke away, knowing that if she didn’t do so now, she never would. “I’ll call you when I’m done,” she whispered, attempting to get to her feet again. Only this time, she was successful. He smiled, his eyes never leaving her body until she fully disappeared through the doorway.

The Day Before

“Come on, baby. Please,” he literally begged, jutting out his bottom lip and giving her the most dramatic puppy dog pout she had ever seen. Not to mention the most adorable. She laughed, running her hands through his hair before kissing all over his face. “One day won’t kill you,” she laughed harder as his expression fell, dropping his head to rest against her bare chest. “I’m dying to see this dress on you,” his lips found her clavicle. “But if I’m being honest, I really just want to take it off of you.” He switched between kissing and sucking her skin, causing her to writhe under him, just like she was doing a few minutes beforehand. “Something tells me we’ll end up fucking in a broom closet tomorrow night,” she smiled as he quickly lifted his head, the idea clearly piqued his interest. “You’re mine. I’ll fuck you on the dance floor, if you’ll let me.”

The Day Of

They both agreed to meet at the location of the party, so Haley could join him in making a grand entrance was the rest of the Camerons. She usually dreaded the attention but knowing that she would be on Rafe’s arm excited her. She wanted everyone to know she was his and he was hers. Especially after Rose showed her the suit that he would be wearing. Haley knew that it would take great self control to keep her hands off of him during tonight’s event but afterwards, he was all hers.

She studied her reflection, happy with the sight before her. The spaghetti strap, floor length dress fit her body perfectly, hugging her form and displaying her best assets. It was made of tulle and the color was a faint baby blue, which she ensured would match his suit perfectly. It was backless and had a plunging neckline, leaving just enough for the imagination. When she walked, there was a thigh-high slit that was covered with the tulle overlay. She purchased the dress because it was the right amount of charming but sexy. “You look gorgeous!” Her mother beamed as she entered the room, taking in her daughter’s appearance. “Rafe Cameron is one lucky guy.” Haley laughed, spinning around in a circle to show off the dress. Her mom hugged her right and she kissed her cheek, grabbing her purse and keys before heading out the door. “I’ll see you and dad there!”

She pulled up and handed her keys to the valet before heading inside in search of her boyfriend. Thanks to his height, even in a crowd of people, he stood out. But tonight, he saw her before she ever laid eyes on him. He watched her approach the bar, where she ordered her usual. Vodka cranberry with extra limes. While she waited, he snuck up behind her. “Care to find that broom closet?” He asked, lips brushing the shell of her ear as his hands wrapped around her mid section. His voice sent shivers down her spine. Deep and smooth as honey. She turned in his arms to find Rafe Cameron in all his glory - Perfectly tailored suit, hair quaffed but a little messy, beautifully tanned skin and that million dollar smile. She was convinced that she was the luckiest girl in the world. After the bartender handed her drink, he whisked her away so he could finally kiss her after being apart all day. The moment his lips touched hers, he stole the breath from her lungs. He held her delicate face in his hands, savoring the taste of her tongue as she clung to the lapels of his jacket. Before they got too lost in each other, they pulled apart, gasping for air and it was then Rafe finally noticed the neckline of her dress. “You’re going to be the death of me, Hales.” He grinned, sliding his right hand down her arm and to her hand, taking it and guiding her to spin so he could appreciate her from every angle. “Me? Oh no, sir. You should see my boyfriend. He’ll be the one banging me on the dance floor a little later on,” she laughed, causing him to do the same before he raised his brows, hands in the air. “I’m just sayin’. I’m down if you are.” She rolled her eyes as he offered her his arm, which she gladly took. The tall boy lead her to the appropriate area, where the rest of his family waited for their introduction. She greeted Ward and Rose with a polite smile and wave before hugging both Sarah and Wheezie. Every member of their gorgeous family was dressed to the nines. “You ready for this, Davenport?” Rafe asked, offering her his hand, which she gladly took, interlacing their fingers. She nodded her head as they followed behind Ward and Rose, who lead them in front of the crowd, who were applauding their guest of honor.

After completing their obligations honoring Ward’s dad, they finally broke away from his family. “Can I get you another drink?” He motioned to the bar. “Yes, please. I’m gonna go dance!” He nodded with a smile watching as she jogged to join his sisters on the dance floor. The girls danced song-after-song until a familiar blonde cut in between them. Although he was attempting to keep their conversation private, Haley couldn’t help but overhear. “From Vlad,” He slipped Sarah a note and danced away without another word. She watched Sarah look at the paper in the blonde girl’s hands, raising her brow in confusion. “Why is JJ Maybank slipping you notes? And who the hell is Vlad?” She watched as Sarah giggled, opening the note and reading its contents without sharing. She soon was brushing by Haley without a word, leaving the brunette more confused than ever. She turned around to find her boyfriend standing at one of the cocktail tables with Kelce, motioning her over by holding her drink in the air. “You’re a godsend,” she said, grabbing the glass and talking a large gulp, the liquid finally quenching her thirst from dancing. “So this is a thing now,” Kelce stated, motioning between the couple. Rafe played with his ear, nodding his head. “We’ve always been a thing. We just made it official,” she beamed with a smile, staring up at the handsome man that looked so damn good in his perfectly tailored suit. “Do you know why a Pogue would be slipping letters to your sister?” The question made him visibly tense. “The fuck? When?” She motioned to the dance floor over her shoulder. “Just now. JJ handed her a note and she ran off over there.” Kelce scoffed, “Topper said she’s been acting weird lately. What would she be doing with Pogues though?” The girl shrugged her shoulders, taking another sip of her drink. Rafe rolled his eyes, downing his own drink before speaking, “It’s Sarah. God only knows.”

Hours had passed and the party was starting to die down. Haley’s feet ached from dancing and she was ready to get home, and into her boyfriend’s bed. However, he was nowhere to be found. Out of nowhere, the same blonde from earlier appeared and started a commotion, causing everyone to focus their attention on him. “It’s fine! I was just leaving!” She heard him yell, making his way through the crowd, a security member escorting him every step of the way before Kiara stood, claiming that she invited him. Suddenly, she noticed Rafe and the rest of his friends standing from where JJ originally appeared. She rolled her eyes, knowing that he was somehow involved. Great, more of his territorial Kook bullshit, she thought. She didn’t wait around for him. Instead, she downed the rest of her watered down drink and headed for the closet exit. She didn’t even make it down the steps before a large hand grabbed her wrist, stopping her in her tracks. “Where are you going?” She huffed, rolling her eyes. “You were busy starting another fight so I thought I’d go home.” She tried to walk away but his grip on her wrist only tightened. “Baby, it wasn’t like that. I promise,” he whispered, pulling her close and gazing into her hazel eyes. “I’m sorry. I bailed on you over bullshit. Let me make it up to you.” He grabbed her hands, lifting them to his lips as he kissed each one of her knuckles. “Only if you dance with me,” she said in practically a whisper. He smiled softly, nodding his head, taking her hand and guiding her back to the party. “Only for you,” he said, leading her to the middle of the dance floor as the DJ started to play a slow song. With one hand placed on her waist, he held her hand in the other, holding her close and swaying to the music. Their height difference made her feel so small in his arms but so incredibly safe at the same time. She gazed up at him, admiring his beautiful features and burning them into her memory so she would never forget. It didn’t matter how long Rafe Cameron had been in her life, she would never be able to get enough of him. She smiled, displaying her dimples before she nibbled on her bottom lip, taking both of her hands and carefully tugging on his lapels. “How ‘bout we get out of here?” He immediately caught on to her words, licking his lips before taking her hand and practically running in the direction of his truck.

As soon as they approached his vehicle, Rafe roughly pushed her against the quarter panel and attacked her lips. Her hands automatically went to his hair, finally messing up his perfectly quaffed do. “This dress should be fucking illegal,” he mumbled as he dove in between her breasts, kissing the exposed skin. His hands disappeared under her dress, hiking the material up and caressing every inch of her legs, making her back arch so she could press her body even closer to his. “I can’t wait, Rafe.” Her warning caused him to pause. He reached into his pocket for his keys, quickly unlocking the truck with a touch of a button. He opened the back door, gesturing that she enter the vehicle first, making her laugh at his sudden gentleman-like antics. She quickly climbed inside before he did the same, shutting the down behind him. She was on him instantly, kissing his lips and pushing the suit jacket down his arms. “I should’ve fucked you in the bathroom the second I saw you tonight,” he groaned, removing his jacket and throwing it into the front seat without a second thought. She straddled his hips as her slender fingers were quick at work untying his bow tie, while his own disappeared under her dress again. Only this time he found the surprise she kept hidden all night: She had absolutely nothing on under the dress. “Oh, you’re a dirty little slut,” he bit her bottom lip, making her moan as she quickly worked on unbuttoning his dress shirt. “Only for you,” she whispered as he worked on unfastening his belt. They were so unbelievably desperate for one another. He lifted his hips, pushing the fabric down his legs just enough to free his hard on. “That’s right. My dirty, dirty girl,” he spoke, sucking on her neck as he pulled the straps of her dress down, finally exposing her breasts that teased him all night. Once his shirt was open, her hands roamed the planes of his chest before she reached down and guided his cock to her entrance, wasting no time as she sank down on him. His head fell back against the headrest momentarily as he gripped her hips through the fabric of her dress. Her pussy was so wet, warm and so goddamn inviting. So much material surrounded them, which he hated. He wanted her completely bare but they both knew they had to make the best out of their current situation. Her mouth was wide open but no sound came out until she started rolling her hips against his, holding onto his shoulders from leverage.

“You are so beautiful,” he said against her skin, suckling directly beneath her earlobe, which he knew would drive her mad. She moaned, digging her nails into his skin, leaving crescent like shapes behind as he guided her hips against him. “Fuck, Rafe,” she tangled one of her hands in his hair at the nape of his neck, already starting to feel that familiar knot girl in her stomach. He fondled her bouncing breasts, tweaking her nipples, causing more filthy sounds to fill the cab of his truck. When her pussy clenched around him, Rafe knew that she was close and thankfully, he wasn’t far behind. He grabbed her hips, holding her in place as he thrust his hips upward, fucking her with all his might as she started losing her mind. “Baby,” she practically screamed as her pussy throbbed around him. “Let go, Haley,” he encouraged in between hard thrusts. Before he knew it, he came deep inside her pussy as she surrendered to her own orgasm, her body convulsing against him. Once the sensation subsided, she collapsed in his awaiting arms. He held her tight and peppered her face with soft kisses, both gasping for air. “That was-“ She started, only for him to interject, “fucking incredible.” They both chuckled as she nodded her head, connecting their lips and kissing him with all of her remaining energy. His hands found her face, pulling her away so he could look into her eyes, his thumb barely grazing across her bottom lip. “I know that just happened but I want to do some real filthy shit to you when we get home.” She opened her mouth, taking the tip of his thumb into her mouth and sucking, wordlessly giving him consent to do whatever he wished.

Despite it feeling like the longest car ride, Rafe sped back to Tanneyhill, her hand in his the entire time. The feeling of his cum literally dripping out of her was only adding to her arousal, which he could practically smell from the driver seat. His own mind running rampant, he had a long list of things he wanted to do to her and he tried to pick somewhere to start. As soon at he killed the engine, they jumped out the truck and headed to the door. They made it to Rafe’s room in record time. The moment the door was locked, the gloves were off. Their lips were immediately on one another, their kiss full of tongue and teeth as they both fought for dominance. He reached behind, sliding his hand down Haley’s exposed back and to her ass until he felt the zipper he was searching for. He slowly pulled it down before repeating his earlier actions in the car, sliding the straps down her arms but this time, the dress fell to the ground, leaving her in all her glory. His eyes raked in her appearance, which was somehow more beautiful than the last time he saw her naked. He held her hands so she could step out of the dress without losing balance, shoving the fabric with her foot. “Get on the bed and lie down,” he rasped, his hands busy unbuttoning his shirt before he threw it to the ground. She did as she was told, climbing onto his bed, lying in the middle on her back. She kept her knees together, anxiously nibbling on her bottom lip, watching his every move. He removed his belt from the loops and sat it on the bed, pushing his dress pants down and off his legs. “Do you trust me?” She didn’t hesitate, nodding her head with excitement, knowing better than to trust her voice in this moment. He paused his movements, looking up at her with a simple shake of his head. “Words, baby,” he whispered. She swallowed, praying that her voice didn’t break. “Yes, I trust you,” she watched as a sinister smile appeared on his face. Once he stripped down to only his boxers, he slowly climbed up body as he kissed every inch of skin along the way. He found her lips, kissing her slowly and passionately, savoring the taste of her on his tongue while his hands snaked down her arms. The touch of his rough fingertips leaving behind goosebumps, especially when he grabbed her wrists and pinned them together above her head. Unbeknownst to her, he grabbed his belt and quickly looped the leather around her wrists, securing her to the headboard. “You tell me if it gets to be too much or if you’re uncomfortable. ‘Kay, Hales?” He pulled back, looking into her eyes as he lovingly caressed her face, searching for any signs of worry or distress. Instead, he only saw love and lust in her hazel eyes. “Okay,” she whispered, breath already sharp and ragged.

With one final kiss to her lips, Rafe spread her legs so he could get comfortable in between them as he started his descent down her body. He first focused on her neck, sucking the patch of skin directly beneath her ear before licking a single stripe down the length of her neck to her clavicle. “So pretty,” he murmured, dipping down further, leaving open mouth kisses in between her breasts, down her stomach and to her navel. While he slowly traced random shapes with the tip of his tongue directly beneath her bellybutton, he kneaded the inside of her thighs. Haley was a whimpering mess, pulling against the leather belt as her back arched, pushing her hips against him as silently begged him for more. “I’ve got you, baby.” As he spoke, he ran the tip of his middle finger down her slit, making her hiss until he shoved his finger inside of her, inch by inch. “Oh fuck,” she groaned as he added another finger, her eyes falling shut from how good he felt. He was so incredibly turned on, watching as his fingers disappeared inside of her tight pussy and she writhed underneath him. He ached for his fingers to be his cock but he wanted to take his sweet time with her. “Good girl. You take my fingers so well,” he said before attaching his lips to the inside of her thigh, sucking hard enough to leave a mark as he thrusted his fingers deeper as he quickened his pace. She reacted instantly, her legs trembling as she continued to writhe beneath him, her weak sounds filling the air. He lifted his head to look at her. Her lips were swollen from their kisses, her hair was absolutely wrecked and she was tugging against the headboard with all her might. She was absolutely breathtaking, arching her back and rolling her hips against his hand. If she wanted more, he would happily oblige. He smiled as he situated his body into a lie down position, getting comfortable before attaching his lips around her swollen clit. “Rafe, fuck,” she moaned, the pleasure quickly becoming to her too much. She so badly wanted to reach down and touch him but when she yanked against the headboard, the belt only seemed to tighten around her feeble wrists. While moving his fingers in and out of her, he ate her out like she was the last meal on earth. He switched between licking and sucking her bundle of nerves, feeling her pussy clench around his fingers, letting him know that he was doing all the right things. It truly amazed Haley. They had only been together romantically for a few short weeks and in that time, he memorized her body like the back of his hand. Therefore, he knew exactly what to do to cause her to fall apart in a matter of seconds. He curled his fingers inside of her, hitting that one spot that only he could find. “I’m gonna cum,” She whimpered, lifting her hips off the bed. He used his free hand to push her hips back down to the mattress, holding her in place as he sucked her clit harder, despite her legs closing around his head. The knot inside of her snapped, covering every inch of her body in bliss as she practically convulsed against him. Rafe pulled his fingers from her core so he could dive into her pussy even more. She was too blissed out to notice but he used the tip of his tongue, tracing his full name against her slit. She belonged to him in every way. He didn’t stop his movements, licking and sucking as she rode out her orgasm.

He lifted his head, licking every remnant of her from his lips as he looked up to see her smiling from ear to ear. “I wanna touch you, baby,” she murmured, her voice sounded as wrecked as she looked. He smiled, shaking his head, sliding his palms to her hips, “I’m not done with you yet.” When the last word fell from his lips, he roughly flipped her over so she was on her stomach. Her wrists ached due to the sudden change in position but a sudden harsh slap on her ass stole her attention. “Fuck,” she yelped, which did nothing but make him smirk. This was the first time he was rough with her and she was loving every minute of it, and it didn’t go unnoticed by Rafe. Despite the slight pain from the leather squeezing her wrists, which were now crossed awkwardly, she was more turned on than ever. “So many nights, I’d lie awake and think about you in this position right here.” He quickly removed his boxers so he could take his cock and rub the head against her wet center. “You look so goddamn good like this,” he couldn’t help but moan as she pushed herself back, desperate to feel him. With his free hand, he kneaded her ass before landing another hard slap against her cheek. “You want my cock, baby?” She pushed her ass higher in the air, her forehead pressed against the pillow. “Yes,” she gasped, “Please fuck me, Rafe.” Her words were music to his ears. Although he loved teasing her, his body literally ached for her. He roughly shoved himself inside of her until he was balls deep, the feeling instantaneously stealing all the air from her lungs as she desperately clawed at the headboard. “Oh, Haley,” he breathed, his hands finding her hips and gripping so hard that he knew she would find bruises later on. He thrusted his hips forward while guiding her back on his cock, creating a perfect rhythm that had her filling his bedroom with his favorite sounds. She loved this position because the angle allowed him deeper than ever but she hated it at the same time because she couldn’t see him. As he snapped his hips forward, continuing the slow, rough pace she desired, he hit a particular spot that caused her to moan into the pillow. “Shit, f-fuck,” she clenched around him, making him fuck her even harder. His grunts, her moans and the sound of skin hitting skin filled every inch of the room. “Who’s fucking you so good?” He bit his lower lip, his hips never slowing down as he continued to bottom out in her. She didn’t answer soon enough so he slapped her ass, watching as a bright red hand print appeared shortly after. “You are. So good, Rafe,” she said, gripping the restraint around her wrists with all her might. He beamed with pride, leaning forward and kissing her spine. “Damn right. You’re my girl,” he said in between thrusts as his hands roamed her body. He wrapped his strong arms around her, running his fingertips from her toned stomach to her tits, which bounced with every movement.

He couldn’t take it anymore. Rafe carefully flipped her onto her back and crashed his lips to hers, slipping his tongue into her awaiting mouth as his hands were busy undoing the belt that was wrapped around her wrists. As soon as her hands were free, she wrapped her arms around his neck and tangled her hands in his hair, tugging his roots ever so slightly. “My beautiful girl,” he mumbled against her lips, holding her face in his hands as he moved his hips faster. Her hands fell to his shoulders, where she gently scratched, pulling away from his lips. “I want to see you,” she whimpered, looking into his eyes as he smiled brightly. He dropped his hands from her face and sat up on his knees, keeping his upper body straight. She watched as he hooked his arms under her thighs so her legs could rest against his forearms as he used her body, pushing her on and off his cock slowly. Her eyes never left him, studying every inch of his body that always drove her crazy. She reached for his abdomen, feeling his muscles flex with every thrust as she bit her bottom lip, seeing the defined muscles of his arms. “You’re fucking me so good,” she moaned as he quickened his hips, pushing even deeper inside of her, “Don’t stop, baby, gonna cum.” He gripped her thighs tighter, spreading her legs further apart as he increased the speed of his hips, desperately wanting to push her over the edge. “You’re mine,” he repeated in between each thrust, watching her body shift with his movements. “All fucking mine,” he locked his eyes with hers, feeling his own release quickly approaching. Both of her hands fell to his thighs, gripping them tightly as she arched her back, submitting to yet another orgasm courtesy of Rafe motherfucking Cameron. He was right behind her, digging his fingertips into her skin as he shot his cum deep inside of her.

He collapsed on top of her, his sweaty body melting against her own as they tried to catch their breath. “Holy shit, Cameron,” she said, running her fingers through his hair in an attempt to tame his messy locks. He chucked, lifting his head to peck her lips, brushing her own hair away from her face. “I’m going to marry you one day, Hales,” he said, looking into her eyes before running his fingers across her jawline. She rolled her eyes, nuzzling her cheek into his hand. He pushed himself onto his elbows, hovering over her. “No, I’m serious. Big wedding with everyone we know and then I’ll whisk you away to somewhere tropical for our honeymoon,” he littered her face with kisses, making her smile wide, her dimples on display. “You’re stuck with me.” She wrapped her arms around him, pressing her lips to his passionately. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather me,” she said in a whisper before rubbing the tip of his nose with her own. “I love you,” she kissed him again, trailing her hands down his back before wrapping her legs around his waist, playfully rolling her hips. “I love you most, naughty girl.”

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OUTER BANKS

JJ Maybank

Playing with Fire*

Y/N and JJ are the best of friends, although they often like to blur the lines of their friendship by flirting constantly. One night, some risky pictures are shared via texts and the rest is history.

Rafe Cameron

Enamored | Part 1*, Part 2*

Haley Davenport has been in love with her best friend, Rafe, since they were kids. Little did she know, he felt the same. Fate has a funny way of bringing them together.

Free of Jealousy

Rafe attends a Christmas party at Topper’s house, who attempts to flirt with his girl. Only know one knows that she’s his. Thanks to his jealousy, he finally makes his move.

STRANGER THINGS

Eddie Munson

Inescapable*

When Y/N finds her boyfriend making out with the girl known to be his first love, she finds herself confiding in the one person, who is consistently saving her. He also happens to be the love of her life.

Steve Harrington

Falling All in You | Part 1, Part 2

Steve and Y/N have a habit of making memorable moments in the rain. So naturally, he could only profess his love for her during a downpour.