#obx fiction

[venusbyline]

i can fix them (but i kinda prefer them crazy lool)

#nate jacobs #euphoria #maddy perez #rafe cameron #rafe obx #outer banks #klaus mikaelson #caroline forbes #klaroline #the vampire diaries #the originals #coriolanus snow #lucy gray baird #snowbaird #hunger games #damon salvatore #katherine pierce #jacob elordi #elvis and priscilla #priscilla movie #priscilla 2023 #nate jacobs x reader #rafe cameron x reader #jacob elordi x reader #coriolanus snow x reader #i can fix them #i can fix him #drew starkey #ultraviolence #fictional men

[siddhigirls]

will u serve me lemonade?

pairing: asshole!rafe cameron x maid!reader

warnings: rude rafe cameron, degrading, fingering, female penetration

“are you fucking kidding me y/n, you couldn’t do this one simple fucking task, fuck this” rafe says angrily, pushing past you and walking out the door to god knows where. you are a maid for the cameron’s, they’re all pretty nice to you— you even built a relationship with sarah, except rafe. he is a complete asshole to you. but you often fantasized him. “hey what was that ruckus?!” ward came running into the foyer, “n-nothing sir..” you said running upstairs with a broom in your hand. you were quite young to be working, but you weren’t fortunate to be born in the figure 8’s, your parents died at a young age and ever since you’ve been on your own. dcis have tried getting you but you turned 18 and they left you alone since you were legal.

you decided to leave the pogue life and started working for a very rich and well respected family— the cameron’s. you were in a short black and white dress with an apron around your small waist. every time you bent over your cotton panties showed. you were sweeping near rafes room until you heard heavy footsteps walking up the stairs to see a sweaty rafe, “you. go in my fucking room.” he says opening the door behind you, he follows, locks the door. without looking at you he takes off his shirt, “take everything off right now don’t you dare even act like you’re so innocent because i’ve seen you touch your pretty pussy while moaning my name” he says looking up and down your body.

you couldn’t even tell him no, you were caught. you shamefully took off your clothes, bra and panties still on. “stupid slut can’t even do her fucking job correctly” he says wrapping his hand tightly around your neck before pressing his lips roughly on to yours. his kisses were rough, and lustful. whilst the ones you’ve experienced were soft and loving, rafe wanted to ruin your guts. butterflies started erupting in your stomach, one hand snaked down your bra and unhooked it with one hand.

he left the kiss with saliva all over your lips fully taking off your bra, eager to see your pretty tits. “fucking christ you’re such a pretty slut.. my pretty slut” he says kissing you again, pushing you towards the couch in his room, you sat down the cold leather making you jump. your nipples hard, your juices start running down your thighs from how wet you are. “bend over my lap, im gonna show you to do your fucking job correctly instead of just bending over, showing your panties to the entire fucking world, you’re mine what don’t you understand by that. stupid fucking slut..” he mutters the last part underneath his breath as he sits next to you, you obey his command, “r-rafee, don’t be too hard please..” you pleaded “take it. don’t say a fucking world and just take it”

you were scared for what would come next, you felt a stinging pain on your ass as you yelped “you’ve been a dirty, dirty girl. i’m gonna show you.” he says sternly as he keeps slapping your ass, making it red with his big handprints. his boner pressing up your stomach. you moaned and jumped with every hit, you pull yourself up and try to run but he pulls you back around your waist, causing him to hit you harder. “don’t fucking run you’re making it worse for yourself” he says, through his teeth. “i-i’m so sorry rafe ple-please” you say with your nails digging into the couch. he stops for a second but you felt your underwear moving to the side as he presses on your clit, making you jolt, “fuuuuck rafe please please keep going pleasepleaseplease—“ you moan, his finger pressing harder on the bundle of nerves, going in a vigorously fast motion, other hand squeezing your ass.

“you fucking like it huh?” he taunts you, “i like it please don’t stop rafe” you say, now a moaning mess. he stops, now inserting his ring finger and middle finger into your tight pussy, pumping his fingers in your tight hole, causing you to clench around him, “rafe please—“ you say, a moaning mess underneath his touch, “tell me that i own you, tell me that i’m the best you’ve ever had” his fingers pumping faster in you, going in a swift up and down motion. “y-you own me rafe, i’m yours only, you are the best i’ve ever had you make me feel so good.” you say moaning, your hair sticking to your forehead, your mascara running underneath your eyes.

“i-i wanna cum rafey” you say, “cum baby, i wanna see your cum on my fingers” he says, pumping his fingers not changing the pace. his other hand making its way to your clit, pressing on it with his thumb. you cum on his fingers as you let out a throaty moan. “fucking christ rafe what has gotten into you.” you say getting up to look at him. “don’t cuss at me. plus i’m not done with you. i wanna feel you around my dick” he says getting up with his hands around your throat, his lips meeting yours once again.

#smut #rafe cameron fan fiction #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron smut #drew starkey fanfiction #drew starkey x reader #drew starkey smut #obx fancfiction #obx #outer banks #outer banks smut #outer banks fanfiction

[imbestforyou]

you belong with me

pairing: jj maybank x bestfriend!reader

summary: reader is in love with jj, but jj’s dating another girl…

warnings: unmutual pining, minor profanity, poorly edited, cliffhanger (sorry i got lazy), short pt. 2 if people want it idk, little angst and fluff

approx. reading time: 8 minutes and 30 seconds

writing inspo: you belong with me (taylor’s version) by taylor swift

masterlist :)

“wait what?” i exclaimed. i was sitting in sarah’s room listening to her talk about her day at the beach with the pogues.

“yes i swear! he brought emily there and had his arm wrapped around her and everything! didn’t even surf, which is crazy for jj.”

“so he must be serious about this girl, right?” i sighed as i layed on her bed. i couldn’t believe it. jj maybank? in a relationship with a kook girl?

“i mean i don’t know much. but if i’m being honest, he didn’t seem that interested in her.” she talked as she curled her hair for her date with john b. i stayed silent. i couldn’t believe it.

————————————————————————————

“hey y/n!” i stopped in my tracks. i knew that voice all too well. and it was the voice of someone i had been ignoring for the past two weeks. i turned slowly to face him.

“hey.” i said looking at the floor. purposely avoiding eye contact. it wasn’t that i didn’t want to see jj, i did. but it hurt to know he was dating someone else. especially emily, someone who was drastically different from me, from all the pogues to be honest.

“i feel like i haven’t seen you in forever. what’s up with that? sarah told me you’ve been sick, but i told her that was bullshit. you haven’t gotten sick since like the 3rd grade.” he grabbed me by the shoulders playfully. i look up to see emily staring at me from the bar.

“uh yeah. i don’t know what happened. probably got it from my parents after they came back from new york.” it was a lie. my parents hadn’t been to new york in ages.

with emily giving me a death stare and jj touching me, i was feeling claustrophobic and a little freaked out, “anyways look i’ll see you later. i have to get home and get some homework done.” i turn around and start walking before he can begin a sentence.

————————————————————————————

you're on the phone with your girlfriend, she's upset

she's going off about something that you said

‘cause she doesn't get your humor like I do

my eyes were closed while i sunbathed on the beach before i was interrupted by another call on my phone.

jj <3 - 3 missed calls

jj <3 - calling now

“hello?”

“y/n? y/n! hey how- how are you doing?” he stutters a bit.

“hey i’m doing fine? are you okay? you sound a little weird.”

“i’m good just pissed at emily.” he huffed.

“ahh emily. so how is your new girlfriend?”

“she’s pissed at me for some lame joke i made with pope. and she called attacking me and shit because i was being a douchebag or something.”

“ha what else is new.” i joke. and he laughs which stops my heart for a minute. i pause then ask,

“what was the joke?” i ask, curious to know why emily would be so upset.

“i told her the dress she was wearing looked like a hospital gown and she got all pissed. wasn’t even a good joke…” he mumbled.

i laughed, he was right. it wasn’t, i could think of thousands of jokes better, but i could tell it must’ve been an attempt to make emily and pope laugh.

“i guess she doesn’t get your humor.”

“guess not…” he sighs then starts again,

“hey l was wondering if you wanted to hang out later. i don’t know i’ve been feeling really distant from you recently.

“yeah i’m sorry about that, um so like with the pogues or…?”

“nah just yo- sorry hold that thought emily’s calling me and i really don’t want to make her more mad. i’ll call you back.”

he never called back.

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im in the room, it's a typical tuesday night

im listening to the kind of music she doesn't like

and she'll never know your story like I do

a week had passed and he still hadn’t called me. i wasn’t even trying to ignore him anymore, he just was never around. school had ended and summer break had finally begun. and still no call.

as i layed on my bed and sang along to “the blue” by gracie abrams, sarah tries convincing me to talk to jj.

“why don’t you just call him? see what’s up? it’s not like him to be this distant. it’s with john b too, hasn’t been to the chateau recently. and you know how his dad is.”

“a shitty father is what he is.” i spit out. even though i was irritated at jj for not even trying to keep any communication between any of the pogues my hatred for luke will always be worse.

i sit up, “look he’s probably fine and with emily. i’ll talk to john b to get him to chill. but honestly i don’t think jj wants to keep contact with any of us. if he wanted to he would have.”

“i don’t know, you should call him. emily has like tied him up all for herself. have you noticed that?”

but she wears short skirts, I wear t-shirts

shes cheer captain and im on the bleachers

dreaming 'bout the day when you wake up and find

that what you're looking for has been here the whole time

“i mean i think everyone has. or that fact that she’s nothing like any of us and exactly like the type of girl he would make fun of.”

“a kook princess, like what i was.”

“exactly. i don’t want to judge him but why would he go into a relationship with someone who he so obviously doesn’t like?”

“something is up y/n. go figure it out.” she grabbed my car keys and pushed me out the door.

————————————————————————————

standing by and waiting at your back door

all this time, how could you not know, baby?

you belong with me, you belong with me

i take a deep breathe before knocking at his door.

no response. i knock again.

“hello! anyone home?”

“shut the hell u- y/n?” jj opens the door.

“hi- hey i just came to check on you. can i come in?”

he turns back, no doubt looking for his father. “probably not the best idea.”

“yeah- yeah uh wanna go to mine? so we can talk?” he nods and shuts the door behind him. he doesn’t make eye contact but all i can do is stare at the blood on his face and knuckles.

oh, I remember you driving to my house

in the middle of the night

im the one who makes you laugh

when you know you're 'bout to cry

and I know your favorite songs

and you tell me 'bout your dreams

think I know where you belong

think I know it's with me

i unlock my house from the back door to hopefully not make as much noise. my parents couldn’t find out i was sneaking in a boy in the middle of the night. i hurriedly close the door to my room and turn to him.

“are you okay?” i spill out.

“yes.” he’s quiet, that’s not the jj i know.

“you know you can talk to us, right? like any of the pogues, we’re here for you. i’m here for you.” i move closer and touch the blood on his forehead, and he winces. his head is sticky, like if he had been sweating. and i can’t decide whether it’s because of the humidity or if he was fighting with his father. probably both.

“luke?” he just nods. my heart breaks for him. i grab his hand and let him sit on my bed. i grab my first aid kit and rubbing alcohol and get to work on the blood and bruises on his hand and knuckles.

we sit in comfortable silence. but it was mostly me waiting to see if he was going to talk about his dad.

“i didn’t want to ignore you guys.” he speaks so low, i almost couldnt hear him. i kneel down so i can look at his face.

“then why did you?”

“i- i told my dad something, stupid i know. but he blew up on me a couple weeks ago. told me his boss had a nice daughter named emily my age. said if i could get with her, he’d get more money or some shit. i don’t know i guess i wanted to make him proud. so i- i started dating her. kept fucking it up and he would beat the shit out of me. didn’t want you guys to see me like that.”

i sighed. my hands were holding his for comfort. something we’d done since we were kids but felt really unfamiliar now.

“what’d you tell your dad to make him set you up with emily?”

he coughed, “told’m that i loved someone.”

my heart dropped for the second time in two months. why did i even think for a second that’d i’d have a chance? i told myself we belonged together.

“oh.” i got up and released my hands from his. suddenly feeling very uncomfortable. i cleared my throat.

“um well, i have some sleeping bags in my closet and if you want you can sleep in my bed or um whatever feels more com-“

“i told him i loved you.”

#jj maybank #obx #obx fanfiction #obx cast #obx fic #jj mayback imagine #jj mayback x reader #you belong with me #fearless #fearless taylor’s version #taylor swift #jjmaybank #outer banks #obx fan fiction #jj maybank x you #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank angst #angst #outer banks jj #jj outer banks #obx imagine #obx netflix #obx jj #obx3 #obx season 3

[leilaxwhite]

Make You Feel My Love. // JJ Maybank Fluff

synopsis: JJ Maybank wasn’t one to learn what real love felt like, with him not having a parental figure in his life to show him love you show him what it's like to be loved and give love back. 

a/n: okay I'm absolutely in love with this new season and honestly season 4 needs to come like now, I was shocked when they announced it so soon but I'm excited and looking forward to it. I was listening to Adele's song Make You Feel My Love and thought of JJ when I heard it and automatically had to make a fic!! hope you enjoy it. this fic is a little short but its adorable. also, another announcement, I am currently taking requests, I have a google doc filled with story ideas and I will be glad to add your guys’ requests in there as well!! 

warnings: none really, tooth rotting fluff, literally no more warnings this fic is just to die for fluff lol. 

Ever since JJ was little, he never knew what love was, he was always the one to get the blunt end of his fathers hatred. It took a toll on him as he grew up, not feeling the love a normal child should changes someone. He never knew how to give love either and when he tried, he felt it wasn't real like people tell him about. that was until he met you. 

you were his saving grace, someone that actually loved him for him and not the things he did, though it was little things he got praised for. You didn't care for any of the negatives that happened in his life, every time he would bring it up you would always tell him “i don't see flaws, all I see is the boy that I love and will always love.” He really appreciated you but always felt that he wasn't giving the love he was receiving back. 

you never thought that way, you always knew he was giving it his all. You didn't know JJ growing up but from what he’s told you when he was having bad nightmares about his father, you knew his father was terrible and didn’t show him the love he deserved. 

--

you and JJ are currently at the chateau cuddling on the couch watching a movie, these nights were always special to the both of you because you’d show him the most love, as you guys went along dating you came to realize JJ feels the safest when he’s little spoon. Every time you guys cuddle you make it you mission to always make him feel safe and comfortable. That’s where you are now, yare laying with you back to the arm rest and him lying in between your legs. 

“Hey love” JJ breaks the comfortable silence between the two of us while we watch the movie. “Yes baby?” I always thought our conversations were the best, they always felt so natural like I could talk to him for hours. “I love you, thank you for showing me what real love feels like.” with that my heart bursts, he is so pure and the look in his eyes tells me he really means that, I immediately wrap my arms around him as much as I can in the position, we’re in. 

Y/n will always be JJ Maybank first love and he couldn’t be happier. All he needed in his life was her. JJ Maybank knew he was going to marry this girl one day; he knew this was the girl he wanted a future with. 

#jj maybank #fluff #cute #jj maybank x fem reader #leila white #obx #outerbanks blurb #jj maybank fluff #jj in love #outerbanks fluff #cuteness #im in love with jj #song fic #adele #make you feel my love #hes just ugh i love him #leila is in love with a fictional character #fluffy #jj maybank x reader

[exzpensive]

always right - R. Cameron

a/n : hey this is my first story so if it's bad please tell me so I can try to get better. Hope you enjoy !

summary : There at a party a reader is just me a crybaby for a little bit.

RAFE CAMERON X BIMBO!READER

You're spinning around, searching for Rafe the crowd until you collide with a solid chest. "Hey!" you gasp, until you look up and see his face. "Oh!

Hi, baby!" you coo, 

"Hi, sweet girl," he smiles, running his thumb along your cheek. You greet him happily.  "Did you get my drink?" you wonder, suddenly remembering why he left you in the first place.

"Mhm princess I did" he nods, handing you an ice water instead of the vodka shot you requested since you were already tipsy. You didn’t really seem to care , slipping the paper straw into your mouth and drinking it down happily.

"We gonna dance more?" you wonder, the straw between your lips. "We can't, baby," he says, smoothing a hand down the back of your head.

"I have to help Barry with something how about you go dance with Sarah ok"

"Noooo, you always go to do stuff with Barry at these parties it’s really dumb" you started to tear up throwing your head back. "Princess don’t start this shit again you know I do this so I can get you your little purses and skirts” he says, rub his hands against his face “ok rafey your right I’m sorry“ 

“I know baby I’m always right it’s ok just go dance or sit down while I handle this with Barry then we can go home ok” he says, kissing your temple

“ok” you say leaving him to go find Sarah.

#rafe cameron x female reader #rafe obx #obx kooks #sarah cameron #rafe x you #rafe outer banks #rafe cameron #rafe imagine #rafe x reader #outerbanks rafe #rafe x y/n #bimbo girl #fiction #party

[kathwritesworld]

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ 🎀 ⋆˚✿˖°

summary: no plot really, just you and jj goofing off

warnings: none, SUPER SHORT!! but just fluff

wc: 129

you were stood with one foot back and in a defensive position, jj copying this. you start it off, shoving his shoulder, and he leans back, but stays balanced. then its his turn, he shoves your shoulder and you lean back as well, but you stay balenced.

this continues until you shove with a little extra force, and he tumbles back, catching his balence. “OH!!! GET OWNED BRO!!! OOOHHHHHH LOSERRRRR HAHAHAHAHAH” you boast, with a wide smile on your face “yeah, yeah. whatever dude” jj says, with a playful smile on his face.

“guys cmon!” you both hear kie yell from the chateau “alright lets go” you say, you were supposed to be grabbing the cooler and then coming back inside but you obviously got a bit distracted.

#jj maybank #obx fic #jj mayback x reader #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x you #obx #kiara carrera #short fiction

[lostinhisworld]

find me - RAFE CAMERON

warnings: angst!!!! so much angst. addiction. allusion to death/killing? sad rafe. sad reader. she/her pronouns. breakup. messy writing. unedited. potential for a part 2 with a happy ending? lmk if i missed anything. another draft. drabble

word count: 384

hope you enjoy x

sorry about my lack of posting and request replies. i’ve been feeling really unmotivated and have just gone back to work. i promise i’ll try to get out some new fics/requests soon

the signs had been there all along— pale skin, matching the scattered white powder, thunder storms hiding behind his once bright eyes, sunken skin and shortened temper.

she had tried to ignore them at first, hoping a blind eye would force them away but it only made things worse.

images of him bent over a table, a single finger pressing his left nostril closed as he inhaled his killer, haunted her.

she saw them each time she closed her eyes or stared at her own reflection too long. and again when she tried to admire her boyfriend.

he’d never purposefully hurt her, not even with the drug infecting his body. but she couldn't stand to watch him kill himself any longer.

despite all the love she felt for him, and the love she knew he held for her, she had to leave, if not for herself than for the hope that this would be the boy's motivation to save himself before it were too late.

"i can't love you if you refuse to love yourself." she cried, hands gripping the dock’s railing as she tried to gather strength. she kept her back to him, not yet ready to see the consequences of their actions.

his sobs reverberated off the calm waters, echoing through the otherwise still area. “i don't need to love myself," he pleaded, hands itching to touch the girl— to know if she were real or just another symptom of his disease. “i love you enough that i don't need to."

"you love me enough that i don't need to." he whispered.

the words were spoken as a statement, and any by stander would take them as such. but she knew better than that.

he was asking— begging, for reassurance. something to prove his worst fears wrong.

but she could no longer do that, because while he still believed her to be his guider, she knew she'd already failed. “no, Rafe.” she stated simply, finally turning to look into his eyes.

for the first time in months they weren't red from his addiction, but, instead, from the salty liquid burning his eyes.

his lips, the ones she once couldn't stop staring at, were chapped and bleeding from his teeth nervously scrapping them.

the hands that had treated her body with nothing but kindness and worship, gently caressing her skin, now fidgeted by his sides, straining his joints as he stretched his fingers and clenched his knuckles, repeating over and over like a pre-rehearsed dance.

stepping closer to the body she used to call home, the girl couldn't help her smile as she recalled their before moments. "i’ll always love you, that much we both know,” she started, small hand reaching to brush the hair from his face. “but my love cannot replace your own."

pressing her lips to the boy's cheek, she said her final farewell, "you need to find yourself and you can't do that with me standing in the way."

stepping back, she looked out at the water surrounding them before returning her sight to him. "so find yourself, Rafe. and then, if you can still feel me in your heart, find me.”

#netflix #outer banks #obx #rafe obx #rafe outer banks #rafe cameron #rafe x you #rafe fanfiction #rafe x reader #rafe imagine #rafe fic #outerbanks rafe #angst #rafe angst #breakup #rafe x female!reader #rafe x ex!reader #drabble #short fiction

[beyonddmythoughtssworld]

always there | rafe cameron x reader

Summary: Being best friends with Rafe means pulling him out of the bullshit he gets himself into. Being in love with said best friend means waiting for the day he realizes that he wants you back. Unfortunately for both of you, Rafe realizes too late.

Word Count: 10.2k

Warnings: 18+ content, angst, drinking, mentions of cocaine use, unrequited love, asshole!rafe, smut, no condom, shower sex, slapping, spanking, small amount of anal play, daddy kink

"Y/N!"

You laugh when Topper swings open the passenger side door, arms wide as he greets you. Kelce fumbles with the door to the back, whining and asking for your help. You're about to take your seatbelt off when Rafe comes over, opening the door and pushing Kelce inside the car.

The drunk man stumbles in, giggling as he sits up and relaxes back into the seat as you bite your lip to hold in a smile. Topper is about to climb into the passenger side when Rafe stops him with a hand on his shoulder, moving him back so he can climb in the seat himself.

Topper lets out a noise in protest, "Come on, man! You always get the front."

"That's because the front is my seat," Rafe speaks slowly as he leans his head back on the seat, turning to face you with a slanted smile. "Right, Y/N?"

Your heart picks up when his blue eyes meet yours, glancing down to your lips so quick you think you imagined it. He knew what he was doing; he always does. That doesn't stop the shiver that goes down your spine, but you recover and feign nonchalance as you lean on the middle console to look at Topper.

"Technically... it is his seat," You shrug, Topper letting out an I swear before climbing in the back next to Kelce and shoves him over slightly, making Kelce plop over so he's leaning against the other door. You start the car, pulling out of the random driveway away from the party. Heading in the direction of your house, you prepare for a night of stopping them from choking in their own vomit.

"Seems like the party was fun," You speak over the low music, taking your phone to skip the song. Rafe reaches over, grabbing your phone from your hand as he unlocks it, starting to scroll through the playlist.

"It was, actually," Rafe muttered, glancing over at you. "You should've come."

You let go of the small part of you that read into his words, hoping he really did miss that you weren't there. Normally, you go to every party with them, always together. It'd been like that since high school, but you weren't in the mood to be ditched by Rafe five minutes in for some random girl.

"If I did, who else was gonna come save your drunk asses?" You asked sarcastically, Topper jumping into the conversation as he leans forward on the middle console.

"Touché."

"How did you know we needed a ride? I don't remember texting you..." Kelce trails off, and you look in the rearview mirror to see him fumbling to get into his back pocket where his phone was.

"Rafe did."

"Ahh, right," Kelce stops his movements, looking at you with a mischievous look. "That makes more sense."

You roll your eyes, grateful that Rafe is too busy scrolling through your phone for a song -- still. It was no secret that you had a little crush on Rafe, but you hated when they would make subtle jokes about it. You knew they were harmless; if they knew your feelings weren't just some small, schoolgirl crush they wouldn't make fun of you, especially in front of Rafe.

You can't place when you started having feelings for your oldest friend; maybe you always had them. But Rafe mastered the art of feigning oblivion to the way you look at him or would drop everything at his word, only teasing you sometimes when he's drunk.

You're about to respond when you notice the look on Kelce's face as he swallows whatever the hell was about to come up. Your nose crinkles in disgust, "Don't throw up in my car."

"You better not fucking puke," Rafe says at the same time, Topper moving over to the other door. Kelce takes a moment, raising his arms and nodding his head as he chokes out, "I'm good."

The rest of the ride is fairly smooth; if you ignore Kelce complaining about his stomach, Topper complaining about feeling dizzy because the alcohol just fully hit him, and Rafe complaining about them complaining. Fortunately for you, you've grown accustomed to their antics, turning up the music to drown them out.

The second you park in the driveway, Kelce is stumbling out of the backseat, throwing up in the bushes. You look away, walking over to the other side to see Rafe opening the door for Topper, slapping his cheek to wake him up.

"I got them," He tells you, nodding back to the house. "Might want to get the toilet ready."

You give him a nod, watching as he tugs Topper out of the seat but makes him walk by himself. Topper stumbles next to you as Rafe goes over to pick up Kelce from the bushes, throwing the drunk friend's arm over his shoulder so he can walk him behind you guys inside the house.

Unlocking the front door, you walk down the hall to open the door to the small bathroom. Rafe drags Kelce into the bathroom, placing him against the wall next to the toilet. You come back with bottled water, handing it to Rafe who puts it on the floor next to Kelce. You guys keep the door open as you walk back to the kitchen.

Topper was passed out laying on his stomach with one of his legs dangling off the couch, leaving you and Rafe. Rafe leans against the island as you walk to the fridge, grabbing a couple more bottled waters. You walk back to the counter to take a seat next to Rafe, handing him a water that he instantly opens and gulps down.

You lean over to grab the container of Oreos, opening it and grabbing one. You sit back in the seat, separating the cookie and scraping the creme to one side. "You don't seem as drunk as them."

Rafe puts the water down, leaning back onto his elbows.

"They didn't have any of the good shit," He shrugged. "Besides, if I did you would've had to carry three drunks in the house and you can barely hold yourself up."

You slap his arm, Rafe looking down at the movement before looking up at you again, "What were doing before you came to get us?"

"Just watching a movie," You shrug, eating one half of the cookie. "Why?"

Rafe shakes his head, lifting a shoulder as he reaches over to grab an Oreo, "You look good."

Your face flushes at his words. You weren't wearing anything special; you didn't plan on going inside the party so you just stayed in your sleeping shorts and Friends big tee with a random pair of uggs. He doesn't need to know you splashed your face with some water and fluffed your hair a little.

"Nice to know you're at least drunk enough to flirt with me," You play off, popping the other half of the cookie into your mouth as he knits his eyebrows at you. "What do you mean?"

You want to roll your eyes at his feigned confusion, the cocky smile revealing itself the longer you look at him. You reach over to grab another cookie as Rafe walks around the kitchen to the cellarette and looks at the selection.

He pulls out an expensive bottle of whiskey, holding it up and looking back at you, "Now this... this is the good shit."

He walks to the cabinet, opening it and grabbing two shot glasses expertly between his fingers. Walking back to his previous position next to you, Rafe places the shot glasses down and unscrews the bottle, filling the shot glasses.

You finish the last bites of the cookie, grabbing a shot glass and lifting your arm up. Rafe taps his shot glass against yours, the both of you keeping eye contact as Rafe toasts, "To having our own party."

•••

The sweltering heat made you sigh against the seat of the golf cart, rubbing the sweat from your forehead as you got up to walk over to where the boys were golfing.

"Are you guys almost done now?"

"Y/N. You know we're not," Kelce rolls his eyes.

You groan as you clutch your stomach dramatically, "I'm starving."

"We got you fries on the way here," Topper placates, swinging his club at the golf ball and watching it move closer to the hole.

"And that did so much," You deadpan.

"We only have a couple more holes," Rafe comes over, pulling at the curls in front of your face. "I promise, we'll go to the Club after."

You slap his hand away, crossing your arms as you walk back to the golf cart. You hear Kelce grunt, making you look back to see him holding his arm as Rafe glances at you. Ignoring it, you decide you’re over this heat and walk towards the Club. They were almost done anyway.

You open the entrance of the Country Club, heading to the bar where JJ Maybank was working. You take a seat, smiling at him to catch his attention. The blonde finishes the drink he's making, leaning over the counter to you.

"What can I get you, pretty girl?" He winks, and you lean back with a flirtatious finger twisting your hair.

"I'd love two Mai Tais, one Jack and Coke and a Tequila Sunrise," You order, knowing everyone's go-to drink by heart at this point. JJ smirks at you, "Tough day?"

You laugh at his joke, "No, I just have a few idiots coming behind me."

"Right.. Death Squad," JJ mutters as he pulls out the glasses and starts making your and Topper's drinks first.

"Death what?" You ask, never hearing that one before. JJ gives you a pointed look as he pours the Curaçao and syrup into the glasses.

"You know, Death Squad," He shrugged. "Cause they're most likely to snap and kill someone."

Your lips pressed together to hold in a smile as you shake your head, the way he said it making you want to break out in laughter. JJ finishes the drinks, placing the garnish on top and sliding your drink over to you.

You bow your head as you thank him, grabbing the drink and taking a sip. He laughs, starting working on the tequila when you feel an arm wrap around your shoulder, looking over to see Rafe giving you two an expectant look, "What's so funny?"

You ignore the fondness fluttering in your chest as you tell yourself Rafe wasn’t being jealous — no matter how much you hoped he was. He was simply reacting because he saw you talking to the Pogue.

"She is," JJ replied, pouring the tequila and orange juice into the tall glass as he stares back at Rafe. He only breaks eye contact when the glass fills up, adding the syrup and sliding it over as well.

Rafe scoffs, taking his arm off your shoulder as he gets comfortable at the bar, opening his mouth to say something when you interrupted.

"Top, I got you a Mai Tai," You call out, handing the drink to the blonde behind you. You grab Kelce's as well, handing it to him before standing up. "Here, Kelce."

You're pushing the seat back into the bar and grabbing your drink as JJ is done pouring the coke Rafe's, sliding it over to him. He catches it but keeps his eyes on you, only looking away to give a pointed look at JJ, taking a sip of his drink as you all head to a table in the back.

As you sit, you grab a menu as Rafe leans back in his seat, rubbing his fingers over his chin, "What was that?"

"What was what?" You ask, not looking away from your menu. Rafe is silent for a moment, leaning up to grab his drink and take a sip. "Nothing."

Topper whistles and Kelce darts his eyes between you two.

"Should we leave?" He jokes, and you and Rafe break whatever tension was building and move around in your seats. You kick Kelce under the table lightly, "Shut up."

"I don't know why you got me a Mai Tai," Topper blurts, all three of you speaking robotically as you reply to him.

"You love Mai Tais."

"Whatever," He mutters, taking a sip of the drink. "So what's the plan for tonight?"

"Um, hello? It's the third Saturday of the month," You give them all an expectant look. The three boys make a chorus of protests and groans, making you point at them with a glare. "Hell no. I deal with golf and parties and poker all month. You guys are giving me my girls' night."

You look around at them, Rafe being the first to crack with a grumble.

"Fine. But we're not doing that face mask shit," He snapped.

Topper tilts his head with a sheepish look, "I don't know, man. My face felt pretty good afterwards."

"What are you saying right now?" Kelce asks with an incredulous look, and you roll your eyes as the waitress makes her way over to you guys.

"It's either face masks or mani pedis," You say with a final tone, the guys grimacing at each other. You beam a smile. "Okay then."

•••

You're rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you reach over to grab your phone, not looking at the number before answering and placing the phone against your ear.

"Hello?" You groggily ask. You hear a sigh of relief on the other end, Rafe's voice ringing through the phone.

"I need you to pick me up from the station."

You sit up at that, turning on your bedside lamp as you slide off of the bed, "What?"

"I'll explain when you get here just... get here," He tells you, hanging up the phone. You scoff, changing into shorts and a hoodie and throwing on a pair of converse. Grabbing your keys, you walk down the stairs, out the front door and to your car.

Your annoyance grows as you drive to the police station, wondering what the hell Rafe got himself into. You're happy that he at least posted his own bail, but being woken up at three in the morning to pick up your friend from jail was not exactly a mood booster.

You pull up the police station, seeing Rafe sitting on the stairs. He gets up, stumbling slightly making you sigh. Of course he was drunk. He walks over to the car, hand rubbing the back of his neck as he at least has the decency to look ashamed. Opening the passenger side door, he climbs in.

"You fucking reek." Your nose scrunches in disgust when you get a whiff of the alcohol radiating off his body like a plague.

He slams the door shut, leaning back as he rubs his temple, "Good to see you, too."

You put the car into reverse, pulling out of the parking lot and driving away from the station. You relax against your seat as you go in the direction of his house.

"Are you even gonna ask?" He breaks the silence.

"Do I want to know?"

"I just got into a fight," He explains anyway, playing with the rings on his fingers. "Was at the bar.. guy started some shit so I decked him."

You look over at him, seeing a shiner on his left eye, before facing the road again. "Seems like he got a couple shots off."

He laughs at that, flicking your neck playfully. You flinch away slightly, bumping his hand away with your shoulder. The energy in the car grows a little more serious as you sigh at your combative friend.

"Rafe," You start, "You're twenty. You're too old to be getting into random fights with drunks. You have too much to lose."

"Like what? My job?" Rafe scoffs, shaking his head as he mutters. "My dad makes it very clear I'm expendable."

You flick on the turning signal, making your way into his neighborhood as you look over at him again. "Is that what this is about? You get into an argument with your dad and just go out punching people?"

Rafe rolls his eyes, jaw clenching as he looks down at his rings, "You don't understand."

"I understand the most," You reply, and Rafe lets out a dark chuckle.

"Y/N, I know you're not familiar with the concept, but when you have a father it fucking sucks when they treat you like you're some throwaway."

Your mind goes blank for a second, scoffing as you shake your head. You only had your mom in your life; your dad walking out when you were just a baby. You've grown indifferent to the man over the years, but you've been around Rafe and his dad enough to be grateful for not having your own.

You knew you didn't understand what it was like; that's not what you meant. You meant that you understand him, and he knew that. But the second any conversation turns towards his dad, Rafe grows cold and mean. It's the side of Rafe you don't like seeing, especially when it's aimed towards you.

Rafe lets out a sigh, "Y/N. I didn't mean-"

“Just drop it.”

The rest of the ride is silent. Luckily for you, you were already in his neighborhood when he made the bonehead comment, so you didn’t have to sit in silence for long. Rafe sighed as he leaned his head back, looking at you when you parked the car.

You continue to look forward, not wanting to give him the chance to flash a smile and make you forget about him being an asshole. Rafe sighs dramatically, opening the door but pausing.

You feel his breath on you, making you turn your head just as he leans over to place a quick kiss on your cheek. He ends up kissing the corner of your mouth, pulling way to mumble, “I’m gonna get my shit together. Promise.”

Not affected in the slightest, he climbs out of the car, shutting the door and stumbling across the yard to the front door of his house. Meanwhile, a surge of affection comes across you, the mean words he spoke being forgotten now that your mind races about the accidental kiss.

•••

It's been about a week since the ‘kiss’, neither one of you bringing it up afterwards. You didn't bring it up because you were sure he didn't remember his drunk actions; and you were grateful that Rafe didn't just as much as you were disappointed.

Part of you did hope that you were in some stupid romantic comedy, where the guy remembers the drunk kiss and comes knocking on your door the next morning to kiss you again while sober. However, you reminded yourself this wasn't that.

If anything, it was a horror movie with the way you had to watch Rafe pull some random girl closer to his chest as he played beer pong against Topper. When he gets a shot in, he cheers as he brings the girl to him, kissing her. You grimace, looking away.

You feel Kelce come up next to you, bumping his arm against you as he holds out a red solo cup. You look at it with a confused look, grabbing the cup and sniffing it before looking at Kelce like he was crazy.

"Figured you needed something stronger than whatever pink drink you have," He defends, nodding over at Rafe. You shrug, your friend not telling any lies. You lift the cup up, gulping down the drink and wincing at the burn as it runs down your throat. The two of you stand there silently for a few moments, you breaking the silence to speak your thoughts.

"I'm stupid, aren't I?"

"Like.. in general? Nah," Kelce playfully answers, pointing at the blonde who holds your affection. “With Cameron? Debatable."

"I'm serious.." You whine, turning your body to him. "Am I just a complete idiot for waiting around hoping he starts seeing me like.. that?"

You motion to the couple across the yard, taking another huge gulp of your drink.

“I don’t know,” Kelce answers as he slowly lowers your drink from your lips. At your pouted lip, Kelce sighs as he decides to grace you with a serious answer. “Rafe's a tough nut to crack. You're not an idiot for wanting to protect yourself."

"However.." He adds, "You are an idiot for waiting."

You give him an offended look, Kelce shrugging as he points across the room.

"You see that girl with Rafe?" He winces at the glare you shoot at him, speaking in a softer tone as he continues. "All I'm saying.. is that she came up to him. You’re hot, Y/N.  Sometimes you just need to grow some balls and go up to the person you want to make out with and let them know."

You take his words into consideration, nodding your head slightly. You don’t know if it’s the alcohol hitting, but it didn’t seem like horrible advice. You glance at Rafe, shooting your eyes back to Kelce once you notice the blonde taking a line off the girl’s breasts.

"And what do I do after that?"

"Dunno," He shrugs, taking a sip of his own drink. “Kiss him and see what happens.”

•••

“Mrs. Country Club, is that you?” Barry sings as he catches sight of you walking to where he's sitting next to his bike. He throws the wrench down in the tool box. “Well shit, it must be my lucky day.”

"In your dreams," You tease, crossing your arms when Barry checks you out.

“You sure are," He drawls, tossing his hands up in defense when you glare at him. "All jokes. What can I do for you today?"

"Here," You get straight to the point, pulling out a wad of cash and tossing it to the brunette, who catches it with raised eyebrows.

"Alright.. what you want for it-" He starts to get off the chair, but you stop him with a wave of your hands.

"I'm not here to buy. I want to make a deal," You continue when he sits back down with an intrigued look. "Stop selling to Rafe."

He lets out a long laugh at that, scratching his head with the money as he stands up again to walk closer to you, "Does he know the missus is over here playing babysitter?"

You clear your throat, knowing Rafe wouldn't appreciate you coming here in the slightest. But with him getting arrested a week ago and the endless lines he did at the party last night, you pushed his possible anger to the side and told yourself this is for the best. You had to at least try.

"He doesn't need to."

You walk off after that, heading to your car when you feel Barry grab your arm.

"Hold on now," He turns you around, gold tooth shining as he flashes a crooked smile. "Rafe's not done until he pays what he owes me."

You sigh, going into your purse and pulling out your wallet. "How much?"

•••

The sound of rapid knocks on the front door pulls you from your thoughts as you mix up the chocolate cake batter. Lifting up the electronic mixer to pause it, you grab a towel to wipe your hands as you walk to the front door. You open it, a tall figure pushing its way into your house.

“Rafe?”

“You have nerve.. I’ll give you that,” He chuckles dryly, pacing the hallway. He rubs his hand on his slacked jaw, shooting you a distasteful look. “So y-you’re paying my shit off and telling Barry not to sell to me now?”

Your eyes shut as you take his words in, sighing at the drug dealer’s big ass mouth. “You said you wanted to get your shit together. I was just-”

“I am getting my shit together.”

He gives you a pointed look, continuing to pace the hall as he mumbles to himself. He shakes his head, moving closer to you, “I barely do the shit now, but if I feel like taking a little line to ease the pressure I have all the right to do so, okay?”

He’s standing in front of you, angry breaths leaving him. You look at him, about to defend yourself and faltering when you see his bloodshot eyes. Your voice comes out low as you give him a bewildered look.

“Are you high right now?”

“Yeah,” Rafe laughs, stepping away as he rants. “Barry is Barry. Whatever extra cash you threw at him was useless because all I had to do was wave a couple of hundreds and he broke your little deal.”

“Why are you so riled up right now?” You snap, getting sick of his attitude. He shows up here randomly just to bitch at you for looking out for him? He has no problem asking for your help when he wants it, but God forbid you try to help with something he actually needs.

“Because I don’t need you trying to go behind my back to control me!” He runs his hand through his hair, glaring at you and pointing at himself. “I’m a grown man, I handle my own shit. I’m sick of everyone thinking I can’t handle my own shit.”

“Rafe, I don’t think that-” You step closer to the blonde, grabbing his arm. He waves you off roughly, making you fall back into the wall at the unexpected force. You stand there for a moment in shock, Rafe never doing anything that involves putting his hands on you like that.

He instantly looks regretful, stepping towards your figure on the wall and placing his hands on your waist.

“I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean..” He stutters, hands moving to you cradle your face as he whispers. “I didn’t mean to push you like that.”

He moves your head up to look at him, wearing a guilty expression. Your eyes lock with his blown out ones, Rafe moving your hair from your face as steps closer to you. Your breath hitches in your throat, losing all ability to breathe as Rafe leans closer, lips brushing over yours.

“Rafe. What are you doing?” You mutter against his lips. Rafe's eyes darken as he looks down at you, not making any movements to step back.

“Do you want me to stop?” He rasps, and when you don't respond he presses his lips to yours. The kiss is soft at first, growing deeper as Rafe tightens his hold on your face. He tilts your head to deepen the kiss, taking your bottom lip in between his teeth and tugging on it.

He pulls off, kissing you softly once more. “I’m about to get in the shower. You’re welcome to join.”

He steps back, eyes trailing you before he walks off down the hallway. He goes up the stairs while you stand frozen in shock by not only what just happened, but what he's offering to continue happening. Rafe's flirted before while he's under the influence, but he's never full on kissed you the way he just did.

You still feel the ghost of him on your lips, craving the feel of him pressed against you now that you've had a taste. He kissed you like he was trying to inhale you, and the intensity of the short kiss made you lightheaded. You were lightheaded about Rafe showing you that even a part of him might possibly feel the same.

At the same time, he did admit to doing coke not even ten minutes ago.

No. Just ignore it. Go back to baking your cake.

You go back to the kitchen, pushing the mixer back into the bowl. You pause, going back and forth between what to do. You can still smell the cologne he was wearing. As stupid as it sounds, Kelce's words are all that rings through your head as you look at the set temperature on the oven.

"Kiss him. See what happens."

Turning off the oven, you walk down the hallway to the stairs. Your heart beats as you hear the shower running from your room, climbing the stairs and opening the bedroom door. The shower is louder now, and you open the bathroom door to see Rafe behind the glass door.

If you do this, you would see Rafe naked. Rafe would see you naked. The thought excited you as much as it scared you, wanting to pinch yourself to make sure this wasn't some fucked up dream. Part of you fears that if you make this bold move, he'd laugh in your face and turn you away.

Fighting off your nerves, you slip off your sleeping shorts and the red sweater Rafe let you borrow last winter. Taking off your underwear, you step to the shower door and open it. Rafe is standing with his back to you, hands massaging the rag over his body.

You step into the shower, closing it behind you and standing behind Rafe. The drops of water litter his strong back, and your eyes trail down until they settle on his ass. Your head tilts in approval, stepping closer to the blonde and reaching a hand out.

You place a hand on his waist, leaning up to place a kiss on his shoulder blade. You're not breathing as Rafe pauses his movements, turning to face you. Your eyes settle on his soapy chest, moving up to meet his heated gaze.

You attempt to look confident, and you think it works based on the lustful look that takes over Rafe. His eyes scan your body, throwing the rag carelessly as he grips your throat in his hand, lips crashing against yours as he walks you until your back meets the shower wall.

He pushes his tongue into your mouth, humming when you let out a soft moan. He continues to kiss you passionately, and your grip tightens on his waist as you attempt to ground yourself as you think to yourself this is actually happening.

He pushes off, your head leaning back against the wall as he stands straight. He brings his other hand up, pulling at your lip with his thumb. You circle your mouth around the digit, Rafe pushing it in as you rub on it with your tongue.

Rafe lets out a low groan, squeezing your throat higher. “What do you want?”

He pulls his thumb out, and you place a couple more kisses on the pad of the digit before pushing him back slightly to make room for you to get on your knees. He lets out a curse as he grabs your hair to hold it up, and you gasp when you come face to cock.

It’s standing proud and hard in front of you, even bigger than you imagined. You knew he’d be big; you can’t be that cocky with a small dick. But you didn’t expect it to be so.. pretty— your mouth salivating as you place a teasing kiss on the head.

Your tongue runs out to gather the precum leaking from his cock, Rafe’s hold in your hair tightening as his legs twitch. He takes a hold of his cock on his other hand, and you display your tongue for him to slap the member against. Rafe slaps your cheek lightly with his cock, running the tip back over your lips, “Suck my cock, baby girl.”

You place hands on either of his thighs, taking him into your mouth and instantly pushing down to the base of his cock.

“What the fuck?” Rafe mutters in disbelief as you deepthroat his cock, groaning when you gag on it but keep him there. You pull off, spitting on his cock before pushing him deep in your mouth again. Rafe growls, “Let me see your eyes.”

You look up at him, Rafe pulling his lip into his mouth at the doe eyed expression on your face. He runs his other hand in your hair, cradling the back of your head as he begins fucking your face. Your head meets the shower wall, the barrier of his hands softening the constant bump into the wall as Rafe pumps himself hard into your mouth.

He groans, pushing himself down your throat and holding it there. You gag around him at the intrusion, pushing at his thigh. He slaps your hand away, “You’ll breathe when I tell you to breathe. Relax your throat.”

You do as he says, the blonde moaning when he’s able to push himself a little deeper. He pulls his cock out of your mouth, “Breathe.”

You let out a couple of breaths, holding his gaze as he gives you a questioning look to ask if this is okay. You give him a nod, Rafe muttering something to himself before leaning your head back again so he can slide his cock back in your mouth.

He pushes all the way in, pulling out only to push himself back until he’s hitting the back of your throat. He repeats this motion for a few moments, pushing himself back all the way down your throat and holding your head down. You relax your throat, Rafe letting out a loud moan as he pulls you off, “Breathe.”

You’ve only let out a couple of breaths when Rafe pulls you up by your arms. He grabs your thighs, lifting you up to wrap your legs around him as he buries his face into your neck, placing wet kisses on your throat. He’s sucking on the flesh, and your hands move to the back of his hair and tug on it.

He grunts against your throat, moving so he is face to face with you. He kisses you, “You good?”

You nod again, and Rafe shakes his head at you, “I need you to talk.”

You swallow, leveling out your breathing, “Yeah, I’m okay.”

“Good,” He says, pressing his lips back to yours. You feel the head of his cock against your wet folds, Rafe pressing deeper into you. “Fuck, you’re so wet. You want me to fuck you?”

You whimper against his lips, “Please.”

“Such a good girl,” He coos, kissing your neck again as he lines himself up with your entrance, pushing his cock fully inside you  in one thrust. You gasp, your head throwing back and hitting the shower wall roughly. Rafe places his hand behind your head again, “You’re good. Just take it.”

Once he’s inside of you, he lets you adjust for a few moments before asking if he can move. You agree, hands gripping his hair tighter once he starts to fuck his cock inside of you. You can’t control the moans leaving you, Rafe groaning against your neck as he speeds up his thrusts.

He pounds into you, making you cry out. Rafe kisses you again, bringing your tongue into his mouth and massaging it. He mumbles incoherent praises against your lips, pecking a few times as he slows his thrusts.

He moves his hand to your center, massaging figure eights into your clit as he gives deep, hard thrusts. You whine against his mouth, and he pulls back to look at you. Your legs tighten around him at the fucked out expression on his face, the blonde muttering, “I can feel you clenching on my cock. You want to come.. ask for it.”

“Please let me come,” You beg. “Fuck, you feel so good. Can I come?”

“Go ahead, baby,” He responds, groaning against you as you start to squirt around his cock. He looks down at where you two meet, rubbing your clit faster to ride out your high. You’re shaking against him, Rafe taking your breast into his mouth as he sucks on the flesh.

As your climax subsides, you feel Rafe release inside of you. He moans against your chest, rubbing your clot faster to overstimulate you as he pumps his seed inside of you. He pulls out, the evidence of his release dripping down your thighs as he sets you down. He scoops up a little bit on his pointer finger, bringing it up to your lips.

You suck his release off of his fingers, Rafe’s mouth opening slightly before he pulls away quickly, turning around and turning the water off. Opening the glass door, he pushes you in front of him to lead you out of the bathroom.

His hands are on your waist, the blonde bending down to place hot kisses on your neck as you move to the room. He pushes you face down on the bed, slapping your ass and telling you to move up. You place your knees on the bed, getting in a doggystyle position as Rafe leans behind.

Rafe separates your lips, tongue coming out to lap at your wet pussy. He sucks on you, making a squelching sound echo in the room. You moan as your head drops down to the bed, Rafe pulling away and slapping your pussy roughly.

“So fucking sweet,” He compliments, hands moving to your ass so he can grip the flesh. He licks your clit, making your legs shake around his head. Moving his tongue up your folds to your entrance, he dips his tongue in before pulling out and moving up to your other puckered hole.

He massages the muscle with his tongue, and you gasp at the new feeling. It felt a little weird, but good; the action itself proved to be extremely erotic. He kisses the swell of your ass, “All of you.”

He stands up behind you, spanking your ass, “Push back on it.”

You get comfortable, reaching behind you and grabbing his length, stroking it as you lead him to your entrance. You push back, your pussy swallowing his cock as your head throws back in ecstasy. Rafe takes hold of your hair again, holding your head back as he starts to fuck you hard.

He leans over, looking down at you while forcing your eyes to meet his. “This what you wanted?”

“Yes!” You call out, eyes rolling as he fucks himself deeper into you.

“Yeah? Like my cock deep inside of you?” He leans down, kissing your lips when you nod and agree with his words. “Good girl. Just my responsive little slut, huh?”

“Fuck, Rafe,” You whimper, pushing back onto him as you let go, pussy spasming around his cock as you let out a drawn out moan.

“Damn,” Rafe's eyes roll, breath picking up as he pulls out of you. He leans down to eat your pussy again, gathering your release on his tongue before standing back up. “Get up there and lay down.”

You follow his directions, laying your head on the pillow and spreading your legs. Rafe climbs on the bed after you, eyes scanning every inch of you as he strokes his cock.

“Don’t even know where to start with you,” He gets in between your legs, slapping them open more as he runs his cock around your folds, teasing you. “I just want to fuck you in every position. I’m so hard.”

“My God,” You call out as Rafe slides his cock inside, stopping halfway and pulling out before pushing back in. “Your cock is so good.”

“I know baby, but you can take it. Doing such a good job,” He pushes himself to the hilt, grabbing the insides of your thighs so he can press them to the bed as he starts to fuck you. He leans down to kiss you, brushing his lips against yours after. “So wet and open for my cock. Little pussy’s just begging to be fucked.”

“Daddy,” You whimper against his lips, Rafe's thrusts growing sloppy for a moment before he pulls out, slapping his cock against your clit.

“What did you just call me?” His voice is gruff as he asks you, hand gripping your thighs like he needed to in order to control himself. He slaps your face lightly when you don't answer.

You look up at him with an embarrassed smile, “Do you not like that?”

Rafe chuckles darkly, spreading your lips again so he can slide his cock back inside of you. Your mouth falls open.

“You’re hilarious,” He responds, trapping you between his hands as he hovers over you, pushing all the way in. “Say it again.”

He starts to fuck you harder than he was before, a more animalistic feel to his thrusts. You wrap your arms around his frame, nails digging into his back as you kiss his shoulder, “Daddy, please fuck me h-harder. You’re so fucking big- please give me all of it.”

“Fuck, Y/N,” Rafe groans. “You feel fucking amazing.”

“Yeah?” You ask rhetorically, Rafe nodding as he kissed your forehead.

“Mhm,” He brings his face to yours, nudging you with his nose. “So wet. So — shit — warm. Best pussy I’ve ever had.”

“I- I can’t-” You start to buck your hips up, the praise running straight to your core as you start to clench around him.

“It’s okay. I’m so proud of you,” Rafe kisses you, tone gentle as he calms you. “You did such a good job. Come on daddy’s cock like a good little girl.”

Your head throws back as you start to come on his cock, Rafe groaning into your neck now. “That’s it."

“Fuck I’m gonna come,” He says after a few minutes of continuing his thrusts, moving his hand to your throat as he chokes you. He squeezes down, making you look at him as he holds your gaze. “Want you to come with me, okay?”

You nod, moaning against the top of his head as he leans down to kiss your chest, thrusts growing merciless as he starts to pump his come inside of you.

“Good girl.”

He whispers, kissing up your chest to your neck. He pulls off of you, falling down to the side of the bed. You wait a few moments to start breathing again, going to the bathroom. When you walk back, Rafe's now under the covers.

He looks over at you when you climb in the bed, unsure of whether or not you should touch him. Weird concern considering what just happened, but this is uncharted territory between you two. You didn't want to assume he was the type of person to cuddle.

You lay down on your side, Rafe scoffing as he grabs you to pull you across the bed. He throws your leg over him, slapping the flesh before bringing his hand up to your jaw, moving your head up to meet him in a slow kiss. Afterwards, he lays his head back on the pillow as you rest against his chest, falling asleep while praying you get this same Rafe in the morning.

•••

The sun shines through the open curtain of your bedroom, and you squint your eyes as you lean up on your elbows. You look at the other side of the bed, seeing the covers empty and carelessly thrown on the bed. You ignore the sinking feeling in your chest, walking to your bathroom.

Looking in the mirror, you gasp at the sight of bruises littering your neck and chest, the imprint Rafe left making your cheeks warm. Your fingers trace where he sucked on your flesh, flashes of him smoothing his kisses with his tongue playing in your mind.

You would think last night was a dream if you weren’t wearing the evidence. Smiling softly, you think about how things could be different between you and Rafe now. Last night can’t be written off as just sex. The first couple of rounds were intense and rough, but when he woke you up in the middle of the night with his head between your thighs, the sex after was.. sweet.

His kisses were sweet on your lips as he gave slow, deliberate thrusts. He didn’t choke you, instead he cupped your face softly as he kept your eyes locked with his. No crazy positions, just him pressed against you as he moved, running his hands over you like he was trying to memorize every curve.

When you cried from the overstimulation, Rafe fucking countless orgasms out of you during that round, he kissed you tears away as he comforted you. You'd seen a side of Rafe that you've only gotten glimpses of over the years, and it made you fall more.

You throw on a hoodie over your naked body, realizing it's another one of Rafe's when it envelops your entire body. You walk out of your room, down the stairs and your eyebrows furrow when you notice Rafe's nowhere in the kitchen, either. You check around for a note, coming up empty and sighing.

You calm your thoughts as you start to make coffee, telling yourself he probably just had to run some errands for his dad. Looking at the time, you sighed in relief when you noticed it was noon. Of course Rafe would have somewhere to be by now.

As your coffee heats up, you run back up the stairs to grab your phone. Not seeing any messages from him, you send him a quick text and decide to put it out of your mind so you don't stress about a reply.

Y/N: Good morning... well afternoon lol.

Y/N: Last night was great

When thirty minutes pass, you tell yourself not to stress. When an hour passes, you tell yourself he's busy. When it's damn near six o'clock in the evening, you can't help the bad feeling bubbling in your chest. You pull your message thread with the blonde, breath hitching.

Read at 2:14 pm

Even then, you'd played it off. Rafe was known to pick his phone up and think he responds when he really doesn't. He must've got caught up with something when he was about to respond-

Another voice pops up in your head, telling you to stop making excuses. This is Rafe. If he wanted to respond, he would have. You feel a lump build in your throat at the thought that maybe last night really didn't mean anything to him. But at the very least, he knew it meant something to you.

Shouldn't he at least have the decency to text you back?

Maybe you freaked him out. Your feelings for him aren't new, but maybe last night was too fast for him and he doesn't know how to respond now. A stray tear falls down to your cheek, and you wipe it away quickly as you go to the freezer, pulling out a small tub of ice cream and settling on the couch.

You start a random movie, only halfway paying attention as your mind is plagued with thoughts of Rafe. The floating feeling you had this morning when you woke up was starting to fade the longer he didn't text you, and at one point you give up, forcing yourself to focus on the movie as you try to put Rafe in the back of your mind.

Your phone buzzes next to you, and you jolt awake.

You grab your phone, wincing at the brightness as you turn it down before checking the time. 10:08 pm.

You go to your messages, seeing that it was Rafe who texted you. You open the thread, rolling your eyes and scoffing as you read the message.

Rafe: Com pick me up? At tge country clubbbb

Seriously? He doesn't text you back for hours and when he does it's because he's drunk off of his ass at the Country Club? Anger surges through you as you stand up, throwing on some random uggs and grabbing your keys.

You walk out to the car, mumbling to yourself how you're going to curse Rafe out the second you see him. You don't even want to talk about the sex last night and what it means, focused on the disrespect you feel just as a friend.

He doesn't get to sleep with you and then ignore you. It was a dick move and you don't deserve that as his best friend -- or just as a fucking human being.

You pull up to the country club, texting Rafe to let him know you're here. He reads your message instantly, making you scoff at the irony. You began scrolling through social media while you waited, telling yourself that after ten minutes you're leaving.

A few minutes pass, your attention being grabbed by the backdoor opening. Your eyebrows knit in confusion. Were Kelce and Topper with him?

You look back, phone almost dropping out of your hand when you see Rafe helping a random girl inside the backseat of your car. He slides in after her, glancing at you long enough to see his red eyes as he shoots you a drunken smile.

"Just take us to my place," He tells you. "Amb- Hannah, this is Y/N. Y/N, Hannah."

"Hey," The girl exclaims, and you shoot her a quick smile through the rearview mirror.

"Hey," Your voice comes out small, the lump in your throat growing larger as what Rafe is doing sets in. You're on autopilot, that's the only excuse you can make for not throwing them both out of the car. You're in the car physically, but your mind drifts far away as you drive to where Rafe lives.

You're holding back tears the entire drive. Your heart feels like someone reached into your chest and grabbed it, toying with the muscle. Not even someone -- Rafe. Tears threaten to fall, but you force yourself to hold a blank expression as you drive them.

You have to wipe a stray tear when you hear the girl Hannah giggle in the backseat, glancing at the rearview mirror to see if they noticed. Too busy with kissing the blonde girl's neck, Rafe doesn't even seem to notice that you're in the car despite being the one fucking driving them.

You slam on the brakes when you reach the stop sign leading to the entrance of his neighborhood, Rafe having to hold the seat to stop himself from falling forward. He sends you a small glare, and you give him a petty smile, "My bad."

You've never driven through his neighborhood faster, not even bothering to pull into his driveway before you put it in park in front of his yard. Rafe opens the back door, leading Hannah out, who waves at you and thanks you for the ride.

You don't bother to respond, continuing to look forward when Rafe knocks on the passenger side window. You roll your eyes, putting the window down and keeping your face ahead, thankful that your hair is covering the side that's visible to Rafe.

"Uh, thanks.." The blonde trails off, knocking against the door. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

You nod your head, just wanting him as far away from you as possible. When he walks off with the girl, you turn your head to watch them walk across the yard to the front door. You watch as he leads her into the house, shutting the door behind him.

The door shutting seemed to solidify everything that happened tonight and every red flag that popped up in your head since noticing  Rafe was gone when you woke up. Unable to hold back anymore, you let out a sob as you lean your head against the steering wheel.

•••

Kelce: Are we still on for today?

You stare blankly at the text, thinking over your response before texting him back.

Y/N: Rafe's gonna be there?

You watch as the dots appear at the bottom of the screen as Kelce replies.

Kelce: Yeah

Y/N: Then no

You drop your phone, picking it up to look at his message once he responds.

Kelce: Ok what the hell happened between you two?

You flip the phone over, not having the energy to even begin to explain. A part of you appreciated Rafe for seeming to not say anything to your friends about what happened, the other part telling yourself it was probably because he was embarrassed. You know you were; amongst other things.

Hurt and pissed are the two main emotions you've felt over the last few days since dropping Rafe and his flavor of the night off at his house. You blocked him the same night, not wanting to deal with the inevitable texts from him the next day when he follows up on your plans to hang out.

You'd made up some lame excuse to Topper and Kelce when they both texted you asking where you were when you didn't show up to Kelce's house. After that, you just decided to hole up in your room to lick your wounds in peace.

It took Rafe literally using you for sex only to toss you aside for you to come to terms with the facts about your friendship. You were always there for him; there as an ear for him to vent to, there to bail him out of trouble. All he's ever had to do was shoot a smile at you for you to do whatever he needs. You felt pathetic.

Because Rafe is always going to be the same. You give him a piece, and he asks for the entire slice. You show him that you're willing to do anything for him, and he uses your apparent feelings to have you bend towards his every whim. You've always known Rafe was ruthless; maybe it was your mistake for thinking you were special in some way.

You decide to sulk in your feelings for another day since you have no other plans, walking over to the cellarette in the kitchen. Grabbing a random bottle of tequila, you unscrew the cap and throw it on the floor, walking back to the couch while taking a huge swig of the drink. 

You continue to drink as you decide to binge watch horror movies, not in the mood to see any love stories unless one of them gets murdered during it. 

You’re on your third movie when you hear a knock at the door. Thinking it was the pizza you ordered, you grab your wallet from the coffee table and make your way to the front door, only tripping on your steps once. 

You smile at the sight of pizza when you open the door, the smile quickly disappearing when you notice who’s holding the pizza. 

“Caught the pizza guy when he was walking up. Already paid for,” The blonde sends you a tight smile, and you give him a puzzled look. Rolling your eyes, you take the pizza from him and move to close the door. Rafe’s foot comes out to catch it before you can, giving you a confused glare. 

‘What’s going on with you?” He asks, and it takes everything in you not to throw this box of pizza at him. He waves his hand around as he continues. “You’re not responding to my messages. Kelce and Topper keep whining about you not showing up to shit.” 

“I’m so sorry you’ve had to deal with that,” You reply in a sarcastic tone, your words coming out slightly slurred. Of course he didn’t even pick up on the fact that he’s blocked. He probably didn’t even care that you weren’t showing up, only coming to your door because he was sick of hearing Topper and Kelce’s complaining. 

“Y/N.” 

You look away at his stern tone, shaking your head, “Just leave, Rafe.” 

He pushes the door open more, “Not until you tell me what the hell is wrong with you.” 

Sobering up and growing completely pissed at his nerve, you laugh darkly as you narrow your eyes at him. 

“What’s wrong with me?” You ask incredulously, walking into the house to place the pizza off on the couch before turning around. Rafe followed you when you did, and when you turned around you pointed at him while walking towards him. “No, I didn’t say you can come inside.” 

“You wanna know what’s wrong with me?” Your icy tone causes Rafe to step back, and you follow him until he’s  back at the threshold of the front door. “We had sex, Rafe. And you treated it like it was nothing to you even though you.. you knew it meant something to me.” 

Your voice cracks, and you curse at yourself for showing the slight emotion but you decide you’ve gone past the point of return. 

“Y/N..” Rafe trails off, reaching out for you only for you to slap his hand away. 

“Don’t. That’s not even the worst part,” You continue as tears build up in your eyes, the tears falling as the hurt radiates from you as you yell at Rafe. “You ignored me. And then used me as a designated driver for you and your one night stand the next fucking day!” 

“Do you have any idea how that made me feel?” Looking away once you feel your bottom lip tremble, you wipe the tears from your face with a dry laugh. “Do you even care?” 

“Yes!” Rafe exclaims, softening his tone as he looks at you with pleading eyes.  “I care, you know I do. I was just… freaked out by what happened and I didn’t know how to approach you-” 

“So you did that?” You cut him off, him offering no excuse for how he treated you. You pause, gathering your thoughts before taking a breath. “If you didn’t want anything to come from it, you could’ve just talked to me. But you decided to be cruel and remind me that I’ll never be your first option.” 

More tears fall as you finally say the words you’ve been thinking these last few days. And it was true; Rafe was always your first choice but you were never his. The thought alone made you want to curl up into yourself, but you ignore it for right now as you continue to have a standoff with Rafe. He’s backed onto the porch at this point, you making your way onto it as well. 

“That's not true,” He denied, shaking his head with a clenched jaw. 

“Isn’t it?” You throw your arms up. “God, Rafe! I’ve always been here. Waiting for you like some bitch when you made it clear over and over again that I’m just someone you keep around because you know I’m wrapped around your finger. I’m tired, Rafe. Tired of waiting for you to-” 

Waiting for him to see you. 

There’s no stopping the tears from streaming down your face at this point, everything you’ve been bottling up exploding out of you. You watch as Rafe’s face crumbles, his own eyes beginning to water. 

“I didn’t know you felt like that.. I’m sorry,” He croaked out. You scoff, and he cuts you off with a distressed tone. “I am. Y/N you’re.. you’re my best friend and if I knew that sleeping with you would-” 

“Would what? Send me mixed signals? You’ve been doing that for years, Rafe,” You say softly.

“I know you’re not familiar with the concept,” Your speak in a hushed tone, using the words Rafe spoke to you against him, “but when you spend your entire life in love with your best friend it fucking sucks when he treats you like shit.” 

He doesn’t respond after that, looking down so he doesn’t have to see your heartbroken face. Sniffling, you wipe your face with a small groan as you turn to walk back inside of the house.  

“What can I do?” 

You laugh at the question, turning around and facing him again. 

“You can start by leaving me the hell alone,” You shrug, wanting this conversation to end; wanting all of this to end. You take a couple of shaky breaths, voice cracking as you look at the blonde. “I can’t do this anymore. We shouldn’t be friends.” 

“Don’t say that,” He shakes his head, reaching out and grabbing your face in his hands as he forces you to look at him. Stray tears fall from his eyes as he holds you like he’s afraid you’d disappear if he let go. “I’m fucked up, I know. But I love you and I don’t want to lose you.” 

Your eyes shut at his words, wanting to memorize the way he told you he loved you. It wasn’t like the other times when he would say it casually in passing, and you almost mistake it for a real confession before checking yourself. Even if it was, Rafe’s proven to not be able to love you properly, and can’t keep settling for less. 

“You love me,” You reply, taking his hands from your face and smiling sadly. “But you don’t love me the way I love you.” 

Rafe opens his mouth to respond, snapping it shut and giving you a pleading look. You nod, wiping your tears. 

“I’ll see you around,” You whisper, rushing inside of the house and shutting the door before he could respond. He punches the front door, you sliding down and hugging your knees to your chest as you hear him curse aloud. You bury your face into your arms, not stopping the sobs from leaving you as you wait to hear his truck start up to signal that he left. 

When you finally do, you rub the tears out of your eyes as you stumble to stand up, walking back over the couch and sitting down. You glance at the pizza, losing all appetite as you instead reach down to where you placed the abandoned tequila bottle. You lift it up, taking a big gulp as you tell yourself this is for the best. 

Rafe’s never going to be able to love you the way you need, and you can’t keep being there for someone who only takes what you give and offers nothing in return.

•••

part two

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[sunshinepanic]

OBX Masterlist

John B

Rafe Cameron

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[siddhigirls]

she belongs to the city

pairing: toxic!dark!rafe cameron x stripper!reader

warnings: stalking, mentions of sex

rafe

she reminds me of the city. the pretty cn tower behind her lucious body, flowers in her hand as well as some losers hand in the other, who the fuck was he anyway? he probably met her at club zanzibar, doesn’t know shit bout her other than the her body under her clothes. i felt like the biggest creep watching her laugh at his jokes as he takes occasional glances at her tits bouncing lightly. i fixed my cap as i followed behind, watching his hand leave her hand and go to her lower back, whispering little nothings in her ear that caused her to grin from ear to ear.

i hate the fact that she gave me one lap dance and we shared a moment together, god she let me do a line on her tit, i’m just turned on thinking about her. i’ll see her tonight. she will be mine.

third person

you let the music take over your body as you see grown sweaty older men throw money at you, you picked up the money and made your way back behind the stage. your manager came up to you his thick moustache being too distracting from telling you important information sometimes. “hey some guy asked for you specifically saturn so be a doll and go to him, remember you’re my best client” your manager said as he eyes your body up and down, making his hand down to his pants, fixing his boner. you made your way out with the dimmed pink light fixture on the ceilings, spilt drinks on the ground, blunt roaches all over the ground, you looked around the room looking at a very familiar face, his hat covering his face, brought his hand up indicating you to come over.

“so when can i take you out honeys’” his sweet deep voice rung in your ears, you bit your lip smearing your mac lip liner underneath your lips, “baby you can’t take me on a date, now would you like a private dance or..?” you said climbing on his lap, his musky cologne filling your nose as you straddle him, holding the back of his neck”

“1000. just for one night.”

“what—“

“okay 2500, baby i can go higher.”

“no— i don’t think you get it.”

“5000.” he said sternly, “you can spend the night, you can even quit this job let me just show you one night baby— give me one fucking night” he begged, knowing he had a raging boner.

“i’ll fake a stomach ache..” you said, making your way to your managers office.

“y/n we need you. please.” your manager pleaded “i feel like im gonna puke” you lied, fake gagging. “okayokayokay! go pack your things and leave.” he said, you left in a hurry. you saw him look at you, made a swift head movement towards the door.

your number one rule as a stripper is that you cannot catch feelings for clients.

“you know you can’t pay me to have sex with you” you said getting his range rover, the musky scent of his cologne hitting your nose once again, he took off his hat showing his buzzcut, “i know that’s why i won’t have sex with you for money, but doesn’t mean i won’t fuck you at all..” his sentence making you feel cold, turning his car on, making his way to yonge and dundas.

the dark r&b playing through his speakers low enough so you can hear your own heart pounding out your chest. “so.. what’s your name” he says breaking the silence, “saturn.” you answered, another rule, do not tell your real name to clients, ever. your friend did the mistake of telling her name to a client and he stalked her and wouldn’t leave her alone till she got a restraining order filed against him.

“bullshit, y/n.”

your heart was in your throat, what the actual fuck were you doing. “h-how do you know that..” you stuttered, “i know everything sweetheart.” he says scarily enough, this frat boy lookin’ dude is actually a fucking stalker. you pulled your phone out your pocket slowly but surely to send your friend a text, “i wouldn’t do that’s if i were you.” he said chuckling. you put your phone back in defeat. “by the way it’s rafe honey” he smiled

the car ride felt long, he finally parked outside his airbnb which isn’t too far from kensington market. he got out the car and ran to your side, opening the door for you. “i could’ve done that myself, rafe.” the way you said his name made him go insane.

“you deserve it baby” he says. he opened the door to his airbnb as well, you walked in watching the beautiful chandelier hanging over the conversation pit near by the huge kitchen, the brown wooden stairs leading up to the second floor. “so, i’m sure you’re wondering why i know almost everything about you, i’ll tell you, once you give me your phone.” he says while sweat trickles down his forehead, the heat exhausting him and you. you were scared, but you obeyed. “good girl baby i’m so proud of you” he says rubbing the back of your head, taking your cherry scented perfume.

“no one will ever care for you like i do..”

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[imbestforyou]

Hi, honey! Can you write a story about Jj maybank x kook reader? The reader behaves as if she were his mother. Even when she meets with the group, she only wants to cook and bring food for JJ and make him full. She loves JJ as if he were a child and always takes care of him.

it’s a need

requested - blurb

pairing: jj maybank x reader

summary: ^ read request

word count: 378

song rec: need by taylor swift (unreleased)

warnings: not edited, talk of fights, talk of lack of eating, fluff

authors note: hi anon! i didn’t know if you wanted a platonic or romantic relationship, so i wrote it as romantic but if you want me to re-do it send in another request being more specific! thank you for requesting 🤎

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“j! have you eaten today?” you say quietly as he’s getting up from the sand.

“uhm no baby, i’ll eat after i surf.” he starts picking up his surfboard to meet up with john and pope.

“you’re gonna get low blood pressure if you don’t eat something.”

“it’ll be okay babe.” and he left to surf leaving you alone with cleo, sarah, and kiara.

and though the girls were having interesting conversations about their boyfriends and drama in outer banks you couldn’t help but think about jj. scared that he would start feeling nauseous after putting so much energy into surfing.

“i’ll be right back.” you say before anyone can ask where you were going.

by the time you got back everyone was sitting on the sand sitting and talking. you can back with a basket full of sandwiches and drinks for everyone.

“baby!” jj waves and gets up to greet you. he presses a kiss to your cheek before asking where you had been.

“well i was worried about you not eating and we didn’t have any food so i brought some.”

this wasn’t a rare occurrence. no this happened quite often, particularly with jj. and everyone knew it too, they joked you were very compassionate about being a rock for jj. in reality all you wanted was for him to be safe and content with himself. so when he would show up at your mansion window with cuts and bruises you knew what to do. immediately going to get the first aid kit you had in your dresser.

“j you gotta stop getting into fights.” you would lecture him everytime. and he would explain everything about what happened and sometimes breakdown. but you would be there for him, cuddling him, getting him food, and sneaking him back out in the morning.

and even though you lived in a mansion with all the things you could ever want, you realized, jj is all you’ve ever needed.

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[starkeysheart]

ITS ALMOST KINKTOBER IM SO READY FOR ALL THE FANFICS

i better see a shit ton of rafe cameron fics

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[jjmaybankslays]

THE REUNION

A/N: Hope y'all are having a great day; if not, maybe this will help improve it. This is my first time writing and also English is not my first language, so I hereby apologize for any mistakes, Feel free to correct me. This random imagine erupted in my mind and I thought why not share this with you all. Requests are open, feel free to contact me. Re-blogs are very much appreciated.

pairing: jj maybank x reader

synopsis: Reader and JJ reunited after being apart for a week.

warnings: cuteness overloaded, nothing but just fluff, kissing

Word count -> 417

y/n could be spotted, reading a book, sitting on one of the hammocks of the chateau swinging back and forth while gentle gusts of wind rushed towards her.

Her mind continuously raced with the thoughts of a certain blue-eyed, blonde boy. JJ and Y/N had always been an inseparable duo, and with them starting to date, the bond only strengthened effortlessly. It had been a week since she last saw her boyfriend, and needless to say, she was eagerly anticipating their long not so long-awaited reunion.

The boys wanted a boy's camp week as a reward for everything they had been through while finding the gold. On the other hand, the girls were not opposed to the idea of having a girl's week over in the chateau either.

She admitted that the peaceful atmosphere surrounding the chateau during their absence was not complainable, but couldn't help but feel the emptiness of the non-stop crazy antics of the boys that made it feel like home.

With the setting of the sun, she moved inside and occupied a seat beside Sarah on the old, raggy pullout couch and chatted away the entire evening with the girls, discussing girl drama and whatnot, thoroughly enjoying her time.

This was however soon interrupted by a sudden and abrupt movement causing the door to be swung open to reveal the boys. Her eyes roamed over the place till her orbs were locked with the familiar blonde. Neither of the two wasted another moment and came crashing into each other's warmth. JJ, without even hesitating, swooped her gently off the ground and twirled her around, taking in her refreshing scent and murmured slowly in her ears "Missed me, huh?"

Y/n replied with a chuckle "Oh shut up and kiss me already"

He didn't have to be told twice, he quickly grabbed her face, softly caressing the edges of it, he smashed his lips in a rushed yet passionate manner, devouring every second of it.

John B was the first one to meddle in

"Finally, they have reunited. JJ can't seem to stop blabbering about her throughout the entire trip. But this is so gross, you guys do realize we're still in here, right?"

Pope piped in "Yeah you both make me feel more single than I already feel."

Sarah shrugged while adding "I think it's pretty cute."

"John B! I thought that we were gonna keep this to ourselves, come on man."

This caused everyone to break down into fits of laughter.

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[fangirlwithlou]

Blog recs

Just wanted to show some love to some of my favorite blogs on here. These people are amazing and so so sweet and most of them are also fantastic writers. You all have touched my heart in some way and I think everyone should go follow them right now. ❤️

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I will definitely update this! Also if I miss someone I am so so sorry, I have wanted to do one of these for so long but I am terrified that I will miss someone because I do not want anyone to not feel the love and support I have for them.

Again thanks to all of you guys, I have different levels of attachment and interaction with/to all of you ofc but you are all amazing in one or more ways and I appreciate that I have had the chance too interaction with you in some way. 😊

Love from Lou 💕

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