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[starkeyscvmsock]

About: Y/n knows her best friend of 12 years, JJ Maybank, has feelings for her so she goes out of her way to tease him. Until one day, he snaps.

MDNI, 18!

It started off small.

The lingering looks and touches that lasted a little too long to be classed as friendly. The way he couldn't rip his eyes from me when it was a hot day, the hot Chateau causing sweat beads to drop down my neck that he seemed transfixed by when my hair was up. It only took me 12 years to realise my best friend, the notorious play boy JJ Maybank, had feelings for me.

I don't like seeing people in pain, no, not at all. But I like the strained look on JJ's face when I mean to bend over a little longer than necessary when picking something up from the floor. Or how his fist clenches when I lick a long line up my ice pop when the weather calls for one. That's why I decided that we should play a little game, one that he didn't know we were playing. I would tease him, play with him until he snapped and either walked off because he couldn't handle it anymore or he would take an even bigger sip of his drink or puff of his joint, whichever poison he'd chosen for the day, hoping to clear his thoughts of black hair and teasing smiles.

I was just waiting for the day that he would finally snap and take me. Show me how much he wants me.

I started our little game on the day of a bonfire at the beach. I had been walking around in nothing but a bikini top and shorts, the humidity of the day and the crackling fire causing many girls to do the same, not being able to handle the unbearable heat. JJ was in nothing but a pair of swimming trunks, droplets of salt water falling down his shining torso from the surf he had returned from only moments ago. "Hey JJ," I smiled as I approached him, noticing the way his gaze perused my body and the tips of his fingers turn white as he clenched the neck of the beer bottle he was holding.

"Y/n, hey. Didn't know you were coming today, Kiara said you weren't feeling so good" he asked with a hint of worry in his eyes. "Oh, I'm fine now, was just a little run down this morning" I shrugged as I flashed him one of my smiles that no one could resist, hopefully my best friend too. Truth is, I was still feeling a little under the weather, my head aching a little. But a little headache wasn't going to stop me playing this game with my unsuspecting opposition. "Oh, great. Wanna smoke, I bought some with me" JJ grinned, his dimples on display on his golden tanned cheeks, a hint of pink from the heat.

"Um duh," I laughed. "But first I need a little help with something" I said as I stepped a little closer to him, my feet digging into the sand. "Uh, yeah of course. What do you need?" He asked. I dug into the back pocket of my shorts, fishing out my little bottle of sunscreen that I had already applied. "I forgot to put this on, and I really don't want to burn but I can't reach my back. Help a girl out?" I fluttered my lashes and held out the bottle to him. "Yeah. Yeah, sure" he cleared his throat and stuck his beer bottle into the sand before standing up straight.

A vein protruded on his forehead as he stared the bottle down as if there was a snake inside, ready to launch itself at him. "Ok then" I grinned as I placed the bottle in his hands and turned away from him. I lifted my hair from my neck, tantalisingly slow as I took a small step back, feeling the heat radiating from him on my back. "Um, ahem, just your back yeah?" He asked as I heard the lid pop open and the sound of it squirting into his hands. "Mhm" I smiled at him over my shoulder.

I winced a little at the cold feeling of the lotion was placed on my back, but it soon became soothing as JJ's large hands rubbed it in, spreading from my shoulders down to the dimples at the bottom of my back. His cold ring would scratch my skin now and then, making me painfully aware of his touch. Looking back, perhaps that game was played by him, as I'm sure he wasn't the main one affected by his hands on me.

The second round of our game was when we had snuck into one of the many vacant properties on the island. We had all decided to split up and see if we could find anything interesting but with my game plan in mind, I had decided to tag along with JJ. Only, when we heard the sound of heavy footfalls and a security dog barking, I had grabbed his shirt and dragged him into a small closet with him. I almost wanted to thank the security for almost busting our chops as my back plastered to his front, his warm breath tickling my neck as I lay my head back on his chest.

"Cosy, huh?" I smirked as I heard the footsteps and pattering of the dog's claws on the hardwood floor getting further and further away from the closet. I leant forward, peeking through the closet door that was cracked open an inch, arching my back and pressing my ass further into his body, into the bulge in his thin shorts that I could feel hardening by the second. A satisfactory smirk fell across my face when I heard his breath hitch and his hand graze the bare skin of my thigh. I waited for his hand to move, to reach under my sun dress and show me how much I affected him. I suppose I'll never know if he would've as Pope came and yanked the closet door open, sighing in relief when he saw us in there, before exclaiming that we had to get out of there. JJ couldn't look at me for the rest of the night.

The third round was during a night we were all smoking, even Pope. Kiara and Pope had fallen asleep as we lay out on the H.M.S. Pogue while John B had been inside for a few minutes, rifling around the cupboard for snacks. I had pulled JJ over to me, asking him if he'd ever shotgunned before. When he had warily shook his head, I laced my fingers through the soft hair at the back of his head, pulling him close to me. I took a long puff of the joint I had rolled before inching even closer to him; one small movement and our lips would touch. I bought my hand up to his face, the whole time his face strained, and his eyes glazed over. I used my thumb to open his mouth slightly before blowing the smoke into his mouth.

He had inhaled it before tilting his head the side, his breathing becoming heavier. His tongue peeked out to wet his now dry lips, and I almost jumped when I felt his tongue flick over my lip from our proximity, gone before I could even tell it was there. "I've got cheetos and twinkies!" John B yelled as he came barrelling out of the house. I pulled away and looked over at JJ, his chest rising up and down faster than normal and his jaw clenched. Checkmate baby, round three complete.

Round four was when JJ almost snapped, I almost cracked his façade and had him right where I wanted him. We were at the Chateau, drinking with a couple of other Pogues when one of them had the bright idea to play truth or dare. "Y/n" Stacey, one of the girls from maths class had slurred. "I dare you to do a body shot off of the hottest guy in the room" she giggled. Feeling a little tipsy, but not drunk enough to not realise an opportunity when one presented itself to me, I tapped my finger on my chin and scanned the room as if I was looking or the right candidate. "Ok" I shrugged as if I had finally come to a conclusion on who I was going to choose.

"JJ, you're gonna need to lay down" I smirked as I poured the tequila into a shot glass without looking up. "M-me?" he stammered as his eyebrows furrowed. "Yes, you" I laughed before I looked to the other guys sitting beside him on the couch. "You two, up" I ordered as I walked around the table. "Are you sure? I mea-" I cut JJ off, "Yes, I'm sure stupid. Now lay down" I ordered again. "Oh, and take off your shirt" I smiled. He did as I said, revealing his chiselled torso before laying down on the small couch, one leg straight over the armrest while the other stayed on the floor.

I zoned everyone out, situating myself between his legs as his fist clenched, his abs flexing as he looked down at me. I bought my hair over to one side and stared into his eyes as I licked a long strip up his torso. I revelled in the fact that I felt his hips flex under me and the sight of his eyes squeezing closed for not even a second before they opened to watch me again. I poured the salt on the strip of saliva I had just created and placed the shot glass carefully over his belly button. "Open wide" I grinned, feeling satisfaction slither down my spine as he instantly obeyed, opening his mouth so that I could place the lime wedge on them.

Finally, I licked the salt up the same path I had created earlier before placing my lips around the rim of the shot glass, seeing JJ's pulse point flutter on his neck as I did so before I threw my head back and felt the burn of the liquor seep down my throat. Leaving no time to waste, I took my lips off the shot glass and moved up his body, placing my hand on his hot heaving chest before I lowered my mouth to his, sucking the juice from the slice of lime. Once the juice had finished, I took the wedge out of his mouth but kept my mouth lowered, flicking my tongue on the droplet of juice that had began to trickle down his jaw, licking it up before sucking it into my mouth.

"Fuck, y/n, I-" JJ cut himself off as I stayed hovered over him, his eyes never left mine looking into them as if he could see every thought racing through my mind. His fingers flexed and I hadn't even realised that at some point through that, his hand had made it's way to my hip, his grip strong as his fingers dug into me, absently pulling me closer to him. His head tilted up just an inch, and I was ready to forget everything, lay it all out on the table and take him right there and going from the look on his face it seemed as though he felt the same. "Well, that was hot" Kiara laughed as our bubble popped and everything zoned back in around me. And there we had it, round four was over and who had won that one? I didn't think I liked the answer to that.

That bought us to round 5. One that I wouldn't know when or how to start but with the way JJ was looking with his white top accentuating his muscles and the blue jeans hugging his narrow waist, I knew something had to give. He stood with JJ and Pope by the edge of the makeshift dancefloor that Stacey had moved her couches to create as bodies danced and swayed. Me and KIara stood by the makeshift bar, pouring liquor into our red solo cups. "So, when are you two going to admit it?" the sound of her voice pulled me out of my ogling, causing me to spill a little bit of vodka over my hand as I finally pulled my gaze away from JJ.

"What do you mean?" I asked, as I used a napkin to wipe the spillage, unaware of what she could be talking about. "Don't play dumb, Y/n. I don't know about dumb and dumber over there but I've noticed the way you and JJ look at each other. You like each other and, honestly, I am like so freakin' here for it" she laughed as she watched my bewildered face.

"JJ needs someone to put him in his place and you? You need someone that will care for you as much as you care for them" she paused with a small smile on her face. "And if there's one thing I know about JJ, it's that he cares. For you more than anyone else I'm sure of it" her words hit me and as I looked to JJ, his head tipped back with laughter, his eyes bright and beautiful, I knew one thing. The game had been rigged the whole time, I was the one having my heart strings played with.

"Now, I'm sorry about this but, it has to be done" Kiara smiled. "What?" I looked to her in confusion but yelped as she poured all of her drink down the front of my white shirt. "Oh my God!" she fake gasped as JJ, John B and Pope ran over. "I am just such a klutz" she said as I stared down at the front of my shirt, aware that it was quickly becoming see through. "JJ! Take her upstairs and help her dry this, I'm sure there'll be a hair dryer or something" Kiara didn't give us a chance to respond before she pushed us both towards the stairs. "You don't have to-" I didn't get to finish my sentence before JJ grabbed my arm and yanked me up the stairs. "Quick, come on" he said as we passed passed out teens and making out teens and oh, vomiting teens. "Why the hurry?" I panted as we finally reached a room at the end of the hall after JJ had practically made us run here. "Your top, it's uh, ahem" he didn't look anywhere but at the bed as I closed the door behind us, shrouding us in darkness. "Didn't want anyone to see" he mumbled as he took his cap off, throwing it onto the bed before running his hand through his messed-up hair. "Oh" I said as I flicked on the light switch before looking down, noticing that my red bra was on clear display as well as my tanned skin, the fabric of my top now clinging to me like a second skin.

I peeled it over my head before stalking over to JJ, my step slow and deliberate. His eyes stayed locked on the bed that he was stood beside, as if when he looked away the world would implode. The world wouldn't but if he didn't look at me I just might. I dropped the top onto the bed, beside his cap as I heard him huff out a large breath of air, his eyes now closed and jaw clenched. "You gonna help me dry off?" I whispered as I placed my hand on his jaw, helping him to slowly look towards me until finally he was facing me, his eyes still closed.

"Open your eyes JJ" I said, my voice quiet as I stroked my fingers across the sharp ridge of his jaw. "I can't. We can't, you're my best friend" he breathed out, his fists flexing down by his side. "Best friends take care of each other, let me take care of you" by the time I had finished speaking, his eyes had finally peeled open, and he looked at me, not straying any lower than my eyes. "You can look at me JJ" although he was already looking at me, he knew what I meant. I took his large hands in mine and placed them on my bare waist, his warm hands soothing on my cold skin. He took a deep breath before finally looking down at my chest, my red lace bra now soaking and sticking to my skin.

I lifted my hands, laying them on the clasps of my bra and ready to undo them when suddenly JJ was yanking my arms down and pulling me to him so our chests were plastered together. "No," he breathed out as he ripped my arms forward. "If we're doing this, we're doing it my way" it's like a switch had been flipped, his eyes unsure and wary only moments ago, now full of fire and dominance. "Take your shorts off and get on the bed" he ordered. My breath stuttered in my throat but I quickly did what he said, my hands racing to pop open the button and drag down the zipper as JJ tossed the wet top and his cap off the bed, clearing the space for me. For us.

I lay on the bed and I didn't wait long before JJ knelt on the edge of the bed, pulling his top over the top of his bed before crawling over to me. "You think I didn't know, don't you?" he smirked as he finally leant over me, I looked up at him, a pounding in my heart and just as hard between my legs. "You thought you were seducing poor, pining JJ, the one that had no control when you would leave him hard for hours, wishing he had your cunt, your mouth, your hands to easy the aching I had for you" he chuckled, and my heartbeat picked up, scared of this patronising JJ, but God, so so turned on.

"But really," he began as he snaked his hand around me, popping open the clasps of my bra with ease before pulling it off completely. He stared down at my breasts for a moment, his tongue darting out to lick his lips as he took in my hard, pebbled nipples begging to be touched by him. "But really, I had the power" he continued. "You came to ME, you left me hard and aching, yes that's true, but you ached and wanted me just as bad didn't you?" he reached up and when his fingers finally closed around my nipple, I breathed out a sigh of relief. Like a starved man, he took my other breast into his mouth and sucked on it, hard. I let out a small yelp, threading my fingers through his hair as hi flicked his tongue around the peak and twisted the other between his long cruel fingers.

He pulled away, leaving my chest heaving, as he looked down at my body, taking in my heaving chest, my clenching thighs and my lips that stayed parted, trying to steal back the oxygen he seemed to have stolen from my body. "God, you're beautiful" he breathed out as he trailed his hand down my torso. When he reached my panties, he looked into my eyes as if for a sign of permission. "Please" I pleaded, earning a devilish smirk from him as he peeled my panties down my legs. Kiara had only spilt her drink down my top, but she might as well have pointed a hose filled with drink between my legs from the wetness I felt between them.

"You're soaking, made a real mess of your panties, didn't you Y/n?" he chuckled as he spread my legs, nestling in between them. "Didn't you?" he repeated, punctuating his question with a slap to the inside of my thigh, making a yelp slip from my lips. "Yes! Yes" I whimpered. "Let me have a taste baby" he breathed out as he lowered himself slowly to my aching core. His fingers were digging into my thighs, keeping them apart as my hips flexed, needing his mouth on me.

After what felt like eternity, his tongue dipped out and licked a long stripe up my folds, collecting the wetness that he had caused. JJ's eyes rolled to the back of his head and a groan rumbled out of his throat as his eyebrows furrowed. His eyes snapped open, pinning me with his ocean blue eyes as he pulled me even closer, something I had deemed an impossible task. "You're going to be the death of me" he grumbled before diving back in, sucking, licking biting. His nose nudged my clit as his tongue ravaged inside of me. My hips bucked off the bed and my hands clawed at his hair, the feeling he created something I had never felt before. "Fuck, JJ" I whimpered, my eyes squeezing shut and back bowing. The moan that left his throat vibrated against my core.

One of his hands clawed at my breast, his fingers greedy and desperate as the other pinned down my hips. His tongue made circles inside of me, before retreating and sucking hard on my clit, the light pinch of his teeth against me shattered me. "I'm going to- fuck, I-I'm coming" I groaned out as my mouth dropped open. White hot heat travelled from my curling toes, up my legs that were thrown over JJ's shoulders and to my core. "That's right baby" he groaned as he helped me ride out my wave, slowing down his actions.

I panted, spent and hot as JJ rose over me before cradling my face in his hands. "You amaze me" he whispered. I smirked as I flipped him over, shocking him and relishing in the look of surprise on his beautiful face. "Oh, we're playing like that?" he smirked as he rested his hands on my waist. I leant down to whisper in his ear, "Don't forget who would leave you aching and hard when you were pining over me" I smirked before running my tongue down his jaw and neck, stopping every now and then to softly bite him. "You drive me crazy and you know it" I could hear the smirk in his voice as he tilted his head to the side, making it easier for me to tease his neck with my lips and teeth. "Let me show you how crazy you make me" I breathe out, the material of his jeans underneath me, sore on my sensitive core. I pulled back, looking in his eyes and I slowly pulled the zipper down, smirking when e both raise our hips in unison so that I can pull them down and eventually off. My smirk falls when I look down, his cock hard and angry, the precum leaking out of the pink tip only the cusp of what's aching to get out. "Scared, cupcake?" I can hear the tease of his voice.

"I can handle you" I say, before yelping as he flips me back over, trapping me beneath him as he lifts the underside of my knees, wrapping them around his waist. "I know you can baby, now be a good girl and take all of me" he smirks. Before a retort can leave my mouth, a gasp does as he slowly inches his way inside of me, the wetness of my previous orgasm helping me accommodate the fact that he's stretching me. "Ohh, fuck" I whine, my stomach tensing as he still brings himself closer, not even all the way in yet. "Relax baby, I'll make you feel real good, don't worry" he breathes out as he looks down to where we're joined, entranced by the sight of himself sliding inside of me. "Fuck, you're so tight" he huffs out a breath as he finally bottoms out. He looks up into my eyes before slowly retreating and bringing himself back again, his slow thrusts hitting a spot inside of me that's never been touched before. "So" he hisses, hitting an extra hard thrust, "fucking" another harder thrust, "good" he speaks through his gritted teeth before grabbing my hips and speeding up, the sound of our wet skin smacking together an erotic sound I never want to leave my head. "Shit JJ" I groan, my head digging into the pillows beneath me as I throw my head back. JJ takes the action as an opportunity as he latches onto my neck, his teeth sinking into me, the feeling shooting down to my core as he licks and bites the underside of my jaw.

"I'm close" I breathe out as my hips rais to meet his thrusts. A yelp escapes me as he retreats from my body before flipping me over and tugging my hair back before slamming back into me. "Come on baby, take me. All of me, that's it good girl" he grits out into my ear as his fingers dig into the flesh of my ass that he's pounding into. "JJ" I mean as his long fingers move from my hair and slowly circling my throat, applying the right amount of pressure to make my toes curl and make my eyes roll to the back of my head. "Come with me, together baby" he groans as his hips stutter and his breath skates over my shoulder before I feel his warm release coating my insides. For the second time tonight, stars dance across my vision and my mouth drops open in silent pleasure.

Small whimpers and groans leave JJ's mouth, playing by my ear before my head drops and my body goes limp, JJ's chest rising and down above me. "You ok?" He whispers as he pushes my hair out of my face. "I'm ok" I smile, mustering up all of my energy to flip myself over so that I'm on my back. "Y/n?" I look over at JJ who's lying beside me leaning on his elbow, his hair messy from my greedy fingers, his cheeks pink and a dopey grin on his face. "Yeah?" I smile up at him. He leans over and kisses my forehead, each of my eyes, my nose and finally, after 12 years, his lips rest on mine and we kiss, the sparks inside my body coming to life.

"I love you."

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[starkeyscvmsock]

Wrong window - Rafe Cameron

About: When you sneak into Tannyhill, hoping to enter through the grounded Sarah’s room, you accidentally sneak into the very, very wrong room.

MDNI, 18+!

"You've got to be fucking kidding me".

Once both of my feet were in through the window and planted firmly on the carpet, I looked up to see a face I was not expecting to see in a room I was not expecting to be in. The thing is, I had only ever visited Sarah Cameron through the front door, so clearly I had made a slight miscalculation on the layout of the house and snuck through the window of the wrong, very very wrong, room.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Rafe snarled as he jumped up from his bed, a disgusted look on his face at the sight of me. I racked my brain for an excuse, a lie, anything; but spending too much time with JJ had caused me to lose too many brain cells over time and I came up with nothing. So instead, I decided to go with the plain and simple truth.

"I'm here to see Sarah, I thought this was her window" I straightened my back and raised my shoulders, trying to show the man before me that I wasn't afraid of him when, in reality, I had never been alone with him and I knew very well what he was capable of; Pope's black eye could attest to how much I hated Rafe Cameron.

"Oh yeah?" Rafe said as he inched towards me, the sole reason I didn't mirror his steps and move back was because the window pane was already digging into my back. I couldn't go any further. "Yes really, so get out of my way and let me go" I spat as I tried my hardest to use the element of surprise and barge past him as quick as I could, but I was only one step away from him before I felt his large hand engulf my wrist.

"Not so fast" he chuckled, his dimple appearing on his cheek that I had forgotten was even there. "Sarah's on lockdown. Not allowed to leave the house, not allowed to see anyone and most certainly not allowed to even breathe the same air as you pogues" his cocky smirk soon turned to a scowl at the mention of a pogue.

"But you already knew that. Didn't you? Or I'm sure that you'd know our doorbell works just fine" with each word said, a step was taken until I was backed into the wall and Rafe was inches away from my face, his blue eyes almost seeming to shimmer at this proximity.

The grip on my wrist had tightened, Rafe's gold ring digging into my flesh, sure to leave a mark. I tried to pull my hand away but he only tightened his hold. "Fine" I spat, growing angrier as the pain in my wrist increased. "I knew that I wasn't allowed to come. Happy? Now get your grubby paw off me and let me go!".

Rafe only stared down at me, his breathing shallow and a look of resignation in his eyes. An emotion I had never seen on any Cameron's face before. "What?" I spat, trying to pull my wrist free again; this time his grip loosened, causing the pain to ease but his hand still stayed wrapped around my wrist.

"You're real pretty when you're angry, you know that?" he whispered, his free hand coming up to my face and moving a stray curl that had fallen onto my face during my struggle behind my ear. Was this really Rafe Cameron I was looking at right now? The cold, egotistical kook king that beat Pope with a golf stick and constantly harassed me and my friends? He was calling me... pretty?

My heart beat began to pick up and I could feel my face growing warmer as I swallowed down the lump in my throat. "You can't deny it, can you?" He smirked. "What?" I whispered, fearing that if I spoke louder I would remind us both that he was him and I was me, and he was currently holding the side of my face as he pressed me up against his bedroom wall.

"This. I know you feel it too. The spark, the tension. You know it'd be good" his gaze roamed my face, dropping to my heaving breasts for a second so short I was sure I imagined it before returning to my eyes. "What would be?" I asked softly, my free hand playing with the hem of my shorts, a habit I had realised I did when I was nervous. Rafe Cameron had made me feel many things before but nervous wasn't one of them.

Rafe's smirk grew before the hand that was holding the side of my face lowered to the back of my neck as he pulled my closer to him, his lips now by my ear and the hand on my wrist now rubbing it softly. "If I fucked you into a pretty little mess".

My breath hitched at his words, a warm flutter erupting low in my belly at his deep voice and warm breath coasting over my ear and side of my neck. "Rafe" I breathed out, not knowing what more to say. "Hmm" he said absently as he drew back, his eyes dropping to my lips and his thumb going to the bottom lip.

As though my brain wasn't working, my lips slowly parted, before Rafe slowly, oh so slowly made it's way inch by inch into my warm mouth before it was fully in, resting on my wet tongue. His lips parted as he let out a low breath; his eyes had now grown a darker shade and the heat in them is what caused me to close my lips around his thumb before slowly swirling my tongue around it, all while looking into his eyes that spoke words his brain was too scrambled to verbalise.

"Fuck" he bit out before yanking his thumb from my mouth and replacing it with his tongue as he attacked my mouth with his own. I blamed the fact that my mouth opened for him and one of my hands made it's way into the back of his hair while the other clutched the bottom of his grey North face jumper on the initial shock of his mouth on mine.

His lips were surprisingly sweet and so, so soft. His hips shifted, aligning them with the bottom of my stomach and my mind whirled as I felt the hard, tented evidence that I wasn't the only one feeling the affect of our dirty kiss. "Rafe" I gasped as he bought his face to my neck, licking and biting at the spot below my ear that caused a spark to shoot low in my belly, travelling straight to my core that was starting to throb more and more.

I was shocked at myself for the emptiness I felt when Rafe pulled his face away from my neck; one of his hands yanking my hair back in a closed fist while the other dropped to my ass, clutching it as if it was his life line. Who knew Rafe Cameron was an ass man. His nose rubbed against mine as we both panted heavily, his gaze resting on my lips.

"Tell me you want this. You want this don't you baby? You need it, I can see it in those pretty eyes of yours" he breathed out as he rolled his hips into mine, causing my eyes to flutter closed at the feeling of him rubbing against my clothed core.

I nodded quickly, trying to pull him to my mouth again by his jumper but he pulled back, his grip tightening in my hair until it was painful. I ignored the fact that the pain shot to my core, increasing the throbbing there. "Give me your words, I know you've got plenty of them" he chuckled deeply. "Yes. Yes Rafe, now please. Just please" I hated the begging in my voice but if he didn't touch me where I needed him soon I would go crazy.

"Please what?". I huffed out an angry breath at his words, why was he still talking? "Please fuck me Rafe" I breathed out. My words bought out the beast in him, as soon as they had fallen from my lips he lifted my legs around his waist and smashed his lips back onto mine.

Our kiss was messy and dirty, our tongues sweeping against each other, his teeth biting into the flesh of my lip every now and then before he would bite down hard, earning a small moan to fall from me. These sounds would only spur him on, his hips rolling torturously against mine as he held me against the wall before finally he had enough of feeling me with barriers between us.

Rafe's warm hand made it's way beneath my top, leaving goosebumps in it's wake before he gripped my breast hard and unforgiving. My breasts weren't large but I had never been so happy with that fact as it fit into his hand perfectly. He gripped the whole thing before focusing on my nipple, tugging the bud until it was hard and aching. I thanked any higher powers that existed that I had chosen not to wear a bra today.

"I wanna take this off, let me take it off baby. You want it off don't you? I need it off" Rafe spoke into my neck as he licked and sucked on it while tugging at the hem of my top. I lifted my arms as an invitation, afraid that if I was to speak it would be a load of gibberish; I was aware that Rafe Cameron's mouth on me had made me a simple being. Rafe breathed a sigh of relief as he ripped my shirt from my body, the sudden cold of the room causing my nipples to harden even more which I didn't think was possible.

"And these, they need to come off. I wanna touch you. Need to touch you, you want me to touch you right, baby? I'll make you feel real good" I suppose I had made him a simple being too as he rambled into my neck while playing with the button off my shorts. I nodded rapidly, that was all the signal he needed to pop the button open while I yanked the zipper down, both working together to rid me off my shorts, leaving me only in my thong.

"God, look at you. So perfect. So pretty" Rafe whispered to himself as he lifted his face from my neck only long enough for his eyes to rover over my body, switching from each breast before settling on the spot between my legs. I could feel that I had soaked through my panties, probably leaving a wet mark.

Rafe had stayed true to his word, he had made me a pretty little mess and he wasn't even inside me yet.

Rafe's lifted two fingers in front of my mouth, I parted my lips and welcomed them into my mouth as I slathered them up with my spit, his face strained as he watched with furrowed eyebrows and gritted teeth. Then, he took them out of my mouth with a pop and trailed them so, so slowly down my torso, between my breasts and down my stomach.

He left a trail of my spit as his fingers went lower and lower; it dried almost instantly, leaving a cold feeling on the strip of cold spit going downwards. Rafe's hand that was clutching my ass to help hold me around his waist tightened, his body going stiff and his gaze dropping to the action as his hands finally pulled my panties to the side.

I flushed with embarrassment and Rafe let out a low curse as we both watched my slick wetness leave a string from my pussy to the thong that he was slowly pulling to the side; I looked up at him as he watched, seeming as if he was in a trance.

Finally, he left the strip of my thong at the side near my hip and ran his two spit covered fingers along my soaking folds. "Shit" I breathed out as I clutched at the hair on the back of his head, my other hand reaching to my breast and tweaking my nipples.

"So wet. Soaked. Told you I'd make you feel good didn't I baby? This is all me. I'm making you feel so good. No one else could make you a mess like this. Only me" Rafe punctuated his ramble with his fingers as he plunged them inside me to the hilt, the filthy sound of my wetness punching the air. "Ohh, fuck Rafe. Fuck" I grit out as my eyes clenched shut, my grip on his jumper tightening as my head fell to his shoulder.

Warmth coursed through me as he pumped his finger in and out of me at an agonisingly slow pace, his thumb now rubbing back and forth on my throbbing clit. "Such a mess. Such a pretty mess" Rafe whispered to himself before he lowered his head to my nipple, licking a circle around it before pulling it between his teeth, wringing a gasp from me.

"Stop, Rafe enough" I gasped. I realized what I had said when Rafe pulled away in alarm, his hands leaving my body and his face alert. He made a move to put me down but I clung to him like a koala on  a tree, rushing to alleviate my mistake. "No, Rafe, Not like that. I just, I need you. So bad. I need you in me, inside me" I rushed out as rolled my hips against him. I know he wanted me too. Needed me. I could feel the evidence between his thighs and however ridiculously skilled he was with his fingers, it wasn't enough.

"You're fucking crazy" he chuckled as he turned around before laying me on his large bed, the soft duvet soothing against my hot skin. Rafe's eyes didn't leave mine as he stood before me at the bottom of his bed while he lifted his jumper slowly over his head, revealing inch by inch his beautiful bronzed skin. Once the jumper was off and thrown in the corner, I allowed my gaze to rove over his torso.

His abs glistened with a light sheen of sweat and his chest was flushed, rising up and down as he breathed steadily. My breath hitched in my throat as my gaze dropped to his long fingers, slowly and torturously pulling his belt from the buckles in his jeans, the action slow and controlled as he teased me without even touching me.

My breathing picked up as Rafe rid himself of his jeans and boxers, allowing me to catch a glimpse of his large angry cock before he lowered himself on top of me. "You still hate me?" he smirked as he ran his lips up the side of my neck. "You still classist?" I asked with a teasing smile on my face. It soon dropped as Rafe placed my legs around his hips and slid his hard cock that was dripping with precum through my folds and nudging my clit, wringing a moan from me.

"Always" he smirked as he rolled his hips, taking in my furrowed eyebrows and flushed cheeks. "Then yeah," I panted, "I still hate you". "Good. Because you're really not gonna like me after I fuck you like a slut" my retort to his words cut off as he slammed himself into me with no warning, his length reaching a depth within me I didn't even know could be reached. 

"Rafe" I yelped as I dug my nails into his shoulders, no doubt leaving marks as I tried to find purchase against his brutal thrusts. "Shhh, my dad's office is just down the hall" he whispered. His thrusts slowed down until they came to a halt, leaving me confused as he lifted his head from the crook of my neck to look me in the eyes.

"You don't want the man who murdered your best friend's father to hear how much of a slut you are, do you?" he smirked, his words hit me like a slap to my face as anger coursed through me. I shoved at his shoulders as he chuckled down at me.

"You piece of shit!" I snapped as I untangled myself from him and tried to leave the bed. I didn't get far as Rafe kept me pinned under him, flipping me over onto my stomach and holding my hands behind my back with one of his while the other clutched the back of my neck, pushing the side of my face into his pillows.

"Get off me! I hate you" I seethed as I squirmed beneath him. A gasp escaped my lips as he pushed back inside of me, thrusting slow but hard, causing my eyes to roll to the back of my head at the warmth in the pit of my stomach and the throbbing in my clit.

"You really want me to? You want to feel empty? You want to have to get yourself off when you get home? Want to be left throbbing like a little slut? Why don't you let me take care of you, baby. You know I can, I'll make you feel so good" he groaned as I clenched around him at his words. With guilt and remorse, I answered by thrusting my hips back into him, causing the pace of his thrusts to pick up.

"That's my girl" he chuckled as he thrust into me harder and faster, his panting in my ear turning me on more, making me wetter. "It worked didn't it?" he asked as he lifted my hips up so that I was on my knees with my face in the pillows and him on his knees behind me.

His thrust harder and harder as my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Angry sex is so much better than normal sex" he leant down and whispered in my ear with a smirk on his face. I grew more angry as I realised what he did. "You di-" my words cut off as his hand landed roughly on my ass, leaving a delicious sting in it's wake.

"What was that princess?" I answered with a moan as his hand wrapped around to toy with my clit. He flipped me over again onto my back, his hand coming up to grip me by my throat while the other held my hip in a punishing grip to anchor his punishing thrusts. "That feel good?" he asked.

"Mmm" I mumbled, my eyes closed and bottom lip between my teeth. His thrusts stopped completely and my eyes flung open in alarm. "Look at me while I'm fucking you, you little slut" he snapped as his grip on my throat tightened, causing little white spots to appear in  my vision. "Please" I breathed out. "Please, I'm sorry" my voice came out as a whine due to his grip on my throat.

"Look at you" he smirked as he began thrusting his hips again, even harder than before if that was possible. I gripped at his hair, probably to the point that he was in pain but he didn't seem to care as he looked down to where we were one, watching his cock slip in and out of my soaking folds with each thrust.

"If only your little boyfriends could see how much of a needy little whore you are" he chuckled to himself. "But they won't, will they?" his gaze retuned to mine. I shook my head the best I could with his grip on my throat, not trusting myself to speak. "Only me. You're mine now, my little slut" he grit out. His eyebrows pulled together and his lips parted as he began to pant heavily.

The coil in my stomach was getting tighter and tighter, getting ready to snap, and I know Rafe was close too. "Rafe, I- I think I'm going to-" I couldn't finish my sentence as he gripped my tit and lowered his head to the other, taking it in his mouth.

"God, me too. Come for me, baby. Come on, let go" he said as he landed one particularly brutal thrust, causing me to see not stars but the whole galaxy as I felt his cum leak inside of me, only intensifying my crushing orgasm as I clenched around him, milking him and myself for all that we had.

Rafe lifted his head and looked at me, sweat pooling on his forehead and his hair hanging in front of his beautiful blue eyes as he looked down at me. "We're doing that again, right?" he grinned down at me as he wiped the tear that had fallen from my eye at some point with the pad of his thumb.

I realised one thing as I felt him begin to harden again inside me. Rafe Cameron fucked how he fought; rough, unfair, unforgiving and he always, always got what he wanted.

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Say sorry - Rafe Cameron

About: You and Rafe argue over your friendship with the Pogues, inevitably ending in you saying you’re done and not talking to him for two weeks. So what happens when Kelce and Topper force you both into a room to ‘talk it out’. Let’s just say, not much talking happens ;)

(inspired by the scene where Kiara and Sarah are forced to make up)

MINORS DNI, 18+

Two weeks ago

I bought the joint to my mouth, closing my mouth around the heart shaped filter as I sucked the substance in, allowing the buzz to travel through not only my lungs but my nerves and limbs. I exhaled, my feet kicked up on the table as I slumped back into the couch, alone at the Chateau.

Kiara had a shift at the wreck, John B was working over on the boat at the Cameron's and JJ and Pope had gone to make some deliveries to the Kook kingdom. As I exhaled, two figures emerged behind the smoke, one of them stumbling through the door with a hand on his ribs. I waved my hand in front of me, causing the smoke to disperse as I took in Pope and JJ both with a look of rage on their faces.

Pope's face was not only plastered with rage but blood and bruises too. "What the fuck happened?" I shot to my feet as I ran to Pope, holding his arm and trying to take him to the couch as blood trickled from his nose. "I'm fine" he said as he yanked his arm away from me, walking over by himself and sitting on the couch. "I'm going to fucking kill him" JJ seethed as he yanked his hat off and ran his fingers through his sweaty blonde locks.

"Great, who are we killing and why?" I said, exasperated as no one was telling me what the hell had happened. "He won't get away with this, Pope" JJ ignored me as he began to pace. "Guys! What the fuck happened?" I repeated again as I walked over to the kitchen and grabbed some tissue and frozen peas from the freezer. "Your kook king boyfriend that's who. Rafe fucking Cameron" JJ scoffed, "beat Pope with a god damn golf club".

I froze, my hand stilling as I was about to bring a tissue up to Pope's dripping nose. "He did this?" I asked as my hand dropped to my lap as I sat on the table in front of Pope, he plucked the tissue from my hand and bought it to his nose himself. "Yeah, and I don't know why you're acting so surprised, your boyfriend is a psycho" JJ spat as he threw his hat down on the arm chair with force and crossed his arms, a look of disgust on his face.

Annoyance coursed through me as I stood and made my way over to JJ. "First of all, stop calling him my boyfriend, we're just friends" I spat, which earned me an eye roll from him. "Second of all, stop acting like this is my god damn fault, just because the Kooks and Pogues have this ridiculous beef that I refuse to indulge in, doesn't make me any less one of you guys" my voice started to raise as I pointed my finger at JJ, trying my hardest to get my point across.

JJ stepped towards me, looking down at me as he spoke. "I don't care who he is to you or give a damn about any beef for that, but like I said," he began as he took a step closer to me with each word that was going to leave his mouth. "I'm. Going. To. Kill. Him" he seethed. "No, I am" Pope piped up from the couch. "Neither of you are" I said, causing a look of disbelief to cast over both boy's faces. "Because I am" I spat as I grabbed my car keys before picking up the frozen peas and shoving it into JJ's chest. "Clean him up" I ordered before making my way to the door.

I stopped before I reached outside, my hand on the door frame as I looked back. "Pope" I said, causing the boy's head to perk up as he looked over to me. "Yeah?" he asked, grabbing another piece of tissue and brining it to his eyebrow. "I'm so sorry he did this" I said softly, my friendship with Rafe causing guilt to seep through my veins for some reason. "Not your fault" Pope smiled before wincing and clutching his cheek. "The ice pack, use it" I said sternly. "I'll be back in a bit".

The whole ride to Rafe's house, anger bubbled beneath my skin, my fists perpetually white the whole time from clenching the steering wheel. I was ready to explode when I finally hopped out of my car, slamming the door behind me. I heard laughing off to the side of the house, where Rafe's personal gym is. I stormed over, abruptly stopping in the doorway as I layed eyes on Rafe sat on the edge of the weight bench, shirtless with sweat beading on his golden skin.

The room quietened as Topper and Kelce looked over at me from their spots on the floor, leaning on their hands behind them with their legs outstretched. "Come to join the workout?" Rafe stood, a smile on his face as he grabbed a towel that was hanging over the handle of the treadmill and began to wipe his glistening chest. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" I snapped. His smile fell and his hand froze.

He shrugged. "I'm guessing this is about my little run in with your boyfriend earlier, huh?" he asked as he threw the towel back onto the treadmill, getting into a hostile stance as he crossed his arms. "What is with the male species today? Is the only thing they know how to call each other my god damn boyfriend?" I seethed. I heard a laugh slip from Kelce but he soon became quiet when I shot him a look that could kill.

"And little run in? Really Rafe? That's what you wanna call it?" I laughed sarcastically. "You beat him with a god damn golf club!" I shouted. "Okay, okay, it wasn't that bad" Topper said, holding out his hands as if I was going to strike any moment. The room went silent as I looked over at Rafe, not an ounce of remorse in his ocean blue eyes. "You've really got nothing to say for yourself?" I said quietly, a feeling of defeat coursing through me.

Rafe just shrugged, uncrossing his arms as he bent down to grab his water bottle, uncapping the lid. "I did what I did, nothing I say would change that anyway" he said nonchalantly before taking a sip. I nodded, feeling dejected. "Fine. Then I'm done" I scoffed as I made a move to leave but Topper spoke up. "Woah, woah, it was a mistake okay? Everyone makes mistakes" he said, defending someone who didn't even care to be defended. "Yeah, this is so not worth losing a friendship over" Kelce spoke up.

"He decided this was worth losing me over when he decided to do it" I steeled my spine, casting one last look at Rafe who just looked at me with his jaw clenched before I shook my head, a quiet huff falling from my lips before I turned my back and walked out.

                                      Present

"What do you want Topper?" I groaned as he dragged me to his house. "I need help choosing some birthday presents for Sarah, you've got to help me" he said, exasperated as he pulled my arm towards his front door. "Birthday present? Her birthday isn't for months" I pointed out, puzzled. "You know he likes to be organised" Kelce said as he pulled my other arm.

I looked to both boys on my arms, a wave of sadness washing over me as I thought to Rafe, who would usually be on my arm as the other two trailed behind us. I hadn't spoken to him in two weeks, not since he beat up Pope who's bruises and cuts were only now starting to fully heal. Not for lack of trying on his behalf, he had called me about a hundred times and the string of messages he had sent me was ridiculously long. But only the last one had caught my eye, warranting the reason for my lack of response; I'm not going to apologise but if you want to talk you know where to find me.

He was such a stubborn jerk and no matter how much I missed him, I wouldn't talk to him until he apologised. Which I knew he would never do. We reached the front door, Topper and Kelce finally letting go of their grips on my arms as they slinked back while I walked inside. I opened my mouth to speak when I looked to the couch in Topper's lounge, finding the one and only Rafe Cameron sat on it. Not for long though as when he saw me, he shot to his feet,  a look of surprise on his face.

I stayed silent, shock rooting me to my spot as we held each other's gaze before he spoke. "What the hell is she doing here?" he spat, his look of surprise now morphing to one of anger. "Have fun!" My eyebrows furrowed as I heard the door slam shut behind me and the lock click. I swung around, seeing Topper and Kelce on the other side of the glass door, smug grins on their stupid faces. "We're not letting you out until you make up so I suggest you get to it quickly" Kelce laughed.

"Let me out" I seethed as I tried my hardest to budge the door, earning a scoff from Rafe behind me. "Snacks are on the coffee table, see ya!" Topper grinned before they walked away, hopping in to Kelce's car and finally driving off, not before waving at me exaggeratedly from the open window. I flipped them off, anger coursing through me before I backed away from the door, running my fingers through my hair in frustration.

Rafe blew out a huff of air before slumping back down onto the couch. This was a big house, I could avoid Rafe until they came back. With my plan in mind, I stalked over to the only other door in the room that lead to the kitchen that in turn led to the rest of the house. I wiggled the door handle, annoyed when the door wouldn't budge. "You've got to be kidding me" I seethed as I pushed my shoulder at the door.

"Unless you wanna break your shoulder, I suggest you just give up" Rafe scoffed. I took a deep breath, centring myself before I did something I would regret like punch him in his damn face. I turned around and leant against the door, defeated. I looked over to the only other inhabitant in the room, blanching when he plucked something from the pocket of his trousers, a baggy with white powder coming into view. "Seriously?" I shook my head, rolling my eyes as I crossed my arms. "If I'm going to be stuck in here with you, might as well make it bearable" he said without looking at me, pouring some of the powder out and plucking his credit card out, lining it up in two neat lines.

"Yeah, because I'm the problem here" I laughed sarcastically. Rafe plucked a hundred dollar bill out of his wallet before expertly rolling it up, the lamp light glinting off the ring on his index finger. He bent down, snorting up both of the lines before throwing his head back and sniffing while rubbing his finger under his nose and then finally he looked at me, for the first time since he watched me walk in. "Maybe you are" he shrugged, before looking away again and dusting off the table, placing the note back in the wallet and the card back in his pocket.

"And how'd you figure that?" I asked, anger coursing through me as my fists clenched the bottom of my shorts. "You think you're so damn perfect. Little pogue princess can make no mistakes" he seethed as he stood up, making his way towards me as I tried to back up but couldn't, the door handle digging into my back. "So damn self righteous" he chuckled, inching closer and closer. "I'd rather be self righteous than a psycho who goes around beating people up" I seethe. "At least I'm not killing people" he smirks.

"God, what is wrong with you? You're going to end up with no one if you keep pushing people away Rafe" his eyes darken and I see his jaw twitch as he steps toe to toe, our faces inches apart. "I'll end up with everything" he seethes. "I'm going to have an empire one day and people will bow down at my feet. What will you have? You'll end up as nothing you fucking pog-" I don't let him finish, my body acting on autopilot as my hand reaches up and smacks him straight across the face.

His head swings to the side, redness already starting to appear before slowly, a sadistic smirk crosses his mouth, his tongue darting into the side of the cheek as he turns his head slowly towards me. "You're going to pay for that" he whispers.

My heart begins to race and the idea of fight or flight flashes across my mind before I choose flight, pushing him back and with the element of surprise, he stumbles and I manage to rush past him. Then the fact that I have nowhere to go stuns me, causing me to halt as I look at the front door. The locked front door. A yelp rips from my throat as I feel his arm wrap around my waist, he lifts me up and I try my hardest to kick and fight. "Let me go!" I yell, but he ignores me, instead wrapping his arm around me tighter and bringing his head close to mine. "What should I do with you, huh?" he asks as I slowly stop struggling, realising it'll do me no good.

I pop my head back and I hear him groan when it crashes into his cheekbone, causing him to let me go. I make a run for it again but he grabs my wrist, his hand engulfing it as he yanks me back. I gasp when my foot catches on the coffee table and I fall back, Rafe following me due to the suddenness and his grip on me. I land on my back and wince when my head crashes against the carpet, Rafe crashing on top of me but stopping himself from crushing me completely by catching himself on his hands on either side of my head.

"Fuck" I groan, my eyes opening again after having been squeezed shut from the pain. Once, they're fully open, my gaze lands on Rafe laying above me, his hair falling down by his eyes and his cheek red. But his eyes, his eyes are a darker shade of blue, like the ocean under the light of the moonlit sky and they're looking down at me, unblinking.  We're both panting, tired from our struggle and in the midst of the silence, I become aware of his body on top of mine, his jeans feeling rough against my bare legs as his grey jumper tickles against my stomach.

I gulp, and Rafe's eyes finally leave mine before trailing down my face and finally landing on my lips. I'm still angry, furious at the way he spoke to me, the way he grabbed me. My expression that was glazed, now hardened and a smirk began to play across his pink lips as he watched the transformation happen, almost as if he wanted me to be angry. My teeth clenched and my fists balled as I reach up, ready to knock him off me, but suddenly his lips, the ones that I was looking at mere moments ago were now on mine. I froze, as did he, our lips locked and hearts pumping.

After a few moments, we pulled away, our lips slowly unlocking as I looked up at him, his eyes wild as he looked down at me. I gulped and then he groaned, he groaned before grasping the back of my neck and pulling me to him, kissing me once more. But this time was oh so different, he was wild and careless, making me release a sigh into his mouth as I grasped his jumper, pulling me to him as our teeth clashed and mouths explored.

We were frantic, touching any parts of each other that we could as he ran his fingers through the side of my hair and I clutched onto his at the back of his head. My brain was empty apart from one thought, this was a long time coming. Rafe Cameron had been my fried for a while now, but God did I want him to be more when I would watch him glisten in sweat after a work out or when I would see him emerge from the water at the beach. Hell, I wanted him to be more when he was sleeping and peaceful, when he was reading a book which he told me he would kill me if I told anyone he did.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when his hands dug into my hips before lifting me up, standing before placing me on the couch, hovering over me. Our lips not leaving each other's the whole time. A whine left me and Rafe chuckled when he finally pulled away, ripping his jumper over his head, wasting no time and allowing me none to take him in before leaning back down and burying his face in my neck. He was a mess of teeth and tongue, licking and biting nerves that I felt down in my core, gasping when I bucked my hips and Rafe rolled against me.

I lifted up, yanking my top over my head and I grinned when Rafe stilled, his eyes frozen on my bare breasts, my nipples hard from the sudden cold air and from the touch of his gaze. "Fuck" he groaned before pushing me back down with a hand wrapped around my neck before attacking my breast with his mouth. His lips sucked on it, his teeth enclosing it every now and then as he pulled back, stretching it with the pull. He switched between the two as I threw my head back, running my hands through his soft hair. I cursed myself as I pulled his head off, pushing him back to sit down as I crawled onto the ground, kneeling between his open legs.

"Really?" he smirked as I popped open his button and dragged his zipper down. "Really" I said, my plan circulating my head as I took in his beautiful smug face. I reached my hands inside of his jeans as he lifted my hair into a makeshift ponytail, I took him out and felt my mouth salivate as I took in his pretty pink tip and the pre cum leaking from it, a small portion of what was begging to be released from him. I gulped, a lump forming in my throat and my core pulsing, making me feel almost dizzy from how turned on I was as I took in the angry veins circulating his cock, beckoning me to taste them.

I looked up into his eyes, seeing him watch me with his plump bottom lip between his teeth, his cheeks pink and a bead of sweat forming near his hair. "Please baby, I need you" he groaned as he bucked his hips into the air. One of his hands left my hair and moved towards it as if he was so desperate for me he was going to start stroking it himself. I grabbed his hand, placing it back in my hair before I moved my head forward, keeping eye contact with the mess of a boy before me before I darted my tongue out, leaking the bead of precum that had begun to roll down his long length.

A gasp left his throat and his eyes fluttered closed for a moment before they opened again, taking purchase on me. I peppered a few kisses on his wet, pulsing tip before I put him out of his torture and took him into my mouth, feeling satisfied when a groan left Rafe's gaping lips. I moaned, his salty sweetness coating my tongue as I bobbed my head up and down rapidly, my hands stroking the parts I couldn't take into my mouth, "That feels so good baby, shit" he moaned as he threw his head back, his eyes finally leaving mine as they squeezed shut.

One of his hands left my hair, his arm moving to lay on the back of the couch as he squeezed it while his other hand stayed in my hair, gripping the strands for dear life. His hips began to pump up, matching my strokes as I watched his Adam's apple bob up and down. His lips parted and his chest heaving, he looked like a piece of art. My core clenched and I had half a mind to reach into my shorts and relieve the pressure that I felt but my sole focus was to focus on Rafe, to make him feel good and prove I wasn't nothing.

"Shit I- I think I- I'm gonna come baby" he groaned and at the sound of the nickname, I moaned, causing him to hiss and his head to lift back up, his gaze back on me as the thrust of his hips became stronger. I looked into his eyes, mine hardening as I pulled away with a pop,  a string of spit still connecting us. "W- What are you doing?" He whined, his eyebrows furrowing. When I didn't answer, his hand reached down, ready to touch himself but I grabbed it, holding it down. "Say sorry."

"You've gotta be kidding me" he groaned, his head falling back on the couch as he tried to tug his hand away from my grip but the satisfaction made me strong, strong enough to keep his hand down. His cock twitched in front of me, it had become red and angry from the lack of attention and the sight made me want to give up and just take him back in my mouth but he had to know he couldn't just treat me like shit and get what he wanted.

"All you've got to do is say sorry and I'll make you come" when he didn't speak, I leant forward and blew air through my lips onto the tip, making more precum roll out. "Okay, shit. Fuck I- I'm sorry. Please, I'm sorry. God I need you" he groaned as his hips pumped into nothing, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes glistening. A look of satisfaction crossed over me as I let his hand go which instantly went to the back of my head pushing it down,

I felt him reach the back of my throat, I hollowed my cheeks and hummed around him and then finally, hot spurts of cum filled my mouth, the feeling causing my eyes to roll back as he groaned loudly and without shame, his hips thrusting up and burying himself fully into my mouth, causing him to bulge in my throat and push his own cum down into it. "Fuck, fuck, fuck" he hissed as I swallowed around him. His heaving chest slowed down as he lowered his hips and I raised my lips, my cheeks hollowed along the way so I could wipe every ounce of cum from him.

Rafe looked at me in awe as I swallowed again, not letting any of him go to waste as I savoured his taste. "Get the fuck over here" he smirked, not allowing me to move an inch before he grabbed my arms and yanked me up, laying me back down onto the couch. His fingers rushed, undoing the button of my shorts and pulling down the zipper hurriedly before yanking them off, along with my underwear. His gaze lowered and landed on my core, a smug look crossing his face as he took in the sight of my glistening wetness. "Look at you, so fucking wet" he said, mostly to himself as he stared down, his cock getting harder and harder.

"I did this, didn't I baby?" he smirked as he leant down over me, running his thumb across my cheek. Words evaded my frazzled brain, causing me to only nod. His smirk fell as his slow stroke of my cheek became a grip on the back of my neck, causing me to gasp and my core to clench. "Use your fucking words or you can get yourself off" he seethed. My heart began to thump harder and my cheeks heated as I looked up into his eyes. "Yes Rafe, it's you" I looked up at him.

His eyes so beautiful, a shade darker than I'd ever seen them at the pleasure he was feeling, framed by long lashes. His smooth, golden skin and his plump pink lips that tasted just as good as they looked. "It's always been you" I whispered as I wrapped my arms around his neck. He leant down, touching his forehead to mine as his eyes fluttered closed, our chests touching and hearts beating in sync. The moment was gone when he pulled back and spoke, "I'll show you it's always been you, baby. I'm gonna fuck you till you forget we're not the only people in this damn world" he groaned and I gasped as he slammed into me.

My back arched as I tried to accommodate his size in me, feeling him stretching me wider and wider than I'd ever felt. He reached a depth inside of me as he bottomed out that I didn't know I even had within me. "And you're going to take every inch and fucking. Love. It" he punctuated each word with a harsh thrust, causing moans to fall from my parted lips. The euphoria travelling through my body made me want to squeeze my eyes shut as it suffocated me, but I didn't want to look away from Rafe's face. To the furrow of his eyebrows and the tint of his cheeks as he looked down at me. "Harder" I groaned as I gripped his waist, certain there would be a bruise when this was over.

"That's my girl" he smirked before pulling out of me, confusion washed over me before he flipped me over, placing a pillow under my hips, thrusting back in harder than before. "This what you want? Wanna be fucked like my little slut, huh?" He ground out into my ear, wrapping my hair around his fist and pulling my head back with his other hand wrapped around my throat, his ring digging into me with his harsh grip. "Huh?" he said louder, as he yanked my hair so hard my scalp started to burn.

"Yes, God yes. Please" I moaned out and tears started to roll out of my eyes as they squeezed shut. "Fuck, yeah baby" Rafe groaned, his hot breath hitting my ear as he panted, his thrusts harsh and punishing. Tingles shot down from my core to my toes, causing them to curl as my stomach tingled. It felt a little easier to breathe when Rafe's hand retreated from my throat, I wondered where he was going to place it as his hands hadn't left me once since I head butted him.

I cried out when his hand came down on my cheek, and shock washed over me when my pussy spasmed and heat filled every inch of my body at the feeling of the sting on my cheek. Rafe then gripped my face harshly, my cheeks pushing into my teeth and lips puckering as he squeezed. "I told you you'd pay, didn't I baby?" he whispered into my ear as he pulled my hips higher, his grip on my hip tight as his fingers dug into my flesh. "And I'm a man of my fucking word" he ground out as he bought his hand down on my ass.

I moaned out and he chuckled in my ear as my back arched and my panting grew heavier. His hand reached around my front and I twitched when he pinched my clit before rubbing my clit with his long, warm fingers. Heat spread through me and I knew I was there. So was Rafe if his ragged thrusts and staggered breathing in my ear was any indication. "I- I'm going to come" I ground out as I met his thrusts, pushing back into him. "Me too, come on baby" he groaned as he thrust harshly into me. He twisted his head to the side and crashed his lips down to mine, his tongue clashing with mine, his lips biting down onto the flesh of my bottom lip every now and then.

With the mixture of a particularly hard thrust, his calloused finger pressing my swollen clit and his warm lips hugging my own, electricity washed over me and thunder bolts flashed behind my eye lids as they squeezed shut. "Shit baby" Rafe groaned and I felt him spill inside of me. I cried out, clenching around him as I came, milking him and me as his hips stuttered and his hands held me warmly.

"Fuck" I groaned as the heat washed away and all that was left was Rafe laying on my back, his forehead against mine and his breath coasting against my lips. "You're mine now, you know that right?" he whispered. For some reason, despite the violence, the stubbornness and the god damn psychotics of Rafe Cameron... I was his and he was mine.

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