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rafescurtainbangz · 5 months

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Sorry, Top (Rafe Cameron Blurb) +18

Minor DNI

Had to adjust this little Hargrove blurb for my OBX friends because I think it's pretty dark!rafe coded, IMO. Sorry, Topper.

Fingering, dry-humping, name-calling, mutual masturbation, manipulation, Rafe doesn't ask or wait for permission, reader wants to go farther

Dark!Rafe x Inexperienced Female Reader (Topper's GF who has always had a thing for Rafe)

Reader's POV:

You lower your eyelids a little more, trying your best to look like you're sleeping as you watch Topper's best friend palm himself over his white Calvin Kleins.

Your heart starts to pick up pace, anticipation building as his roommate hooks his fingers around the elastic band. The blonde draws them down nice and slow, making butterflies flood your stomach as he releases his cock. Holy shit…

You can feel your body pulse head to toe, a foreign feeling between your thighs, wet against the fabric of your panties. What the fuck?

Your hand roams slowly down your own body, doing your best to keep up your facade of sleep. Your thighs widen on the dorm mattress as your fingers slip under your little satin shorts.

Rafe reaches over to the nightstand, snagging some lube from the drawer. You never thought once about why he would rummage around there in the middle of the night, but now you can't stop.

How many times has he jerked off like this? With us here?

Your fingers meet your slit, making your stomach sink as you feel how absolutely soaked you are. For Rafe? You run your fingers through your wet folds, feeling the slightest bit of relief.

Rafe wraps his hand around his thick dick, eyes batting to a close as he starts to stroke. Fuck. I've only seen a cock before in porn… I didn't want to be completely untaught when Topper finally made his move.

Rafe's big… Shit. He's so fucking huge. His swollen head glistens with lube, somehow even harder after the touch of his own hand.

Your body aches; your gliding hand no longer doing the trick. Your fingers find their way down to your entrance, pressing inside, making you bite back a moan.

You start to match his pace, stuffing your fingers into your cunt at the same cadence. Rafe throws his head back on the pillow, making your heart skip as your name falls from his pretty lips.

My name? Me?

You feel your adrenaline course through your veins. Baffled that he would be choosing you from the roster of women he usually has in his bed, sometimes one, sometimes two.

Say it again...

“Bounce on my cock, Princess,” he grunts. It's not my name… but it's what Top calls me. Your wrist bumps against your clit. Ugh. That felt good. More.

You slip your other hand down your body, pressing against your nub, a feeling so good you can't help but release a breathy whine.

Topper moves out of the corner of your eye, making you stop dead in your tracks. He lets out a little snore. Guilt starts to creep in as you see him sleeping so peacefully, so sweetly, his messy blonde hair piled on his pillow.

But I can't fucking stop.

Your eyes quickly shift back to Rafe, making you jump slightly as you see him standing right in front of you, incredibly close. You take a little breath, eyes working higher on his body. His eyes lock on yours; his stare is dark and deep.

He grabs the comforter, peeling it off your body. You feel the chill of the wetness between your thighs, making your eyes fall low.

“M’gonna help you with that, princess. Don't worry,” he breathes; you can hear his cockiness through his hushed tone still.

“What do you mean? W-What are you doing?” You ask softly as he lowers his body on top of yours. You expel a breath as he presses himself against you.

Rafe buries himself in the crook of your neck, lips pressing against your hot skin. You take in his smell, his rich cologne clouding all your senses. “Let me help you,” he whispers, nipping at your earlobe. “Don't worry, Angel. Put my boxers on… Would hate to get that sweet pussy before Top does. Couldn't control myself otherwise.”

“Rafe… I-” You’re cut off by his lips, pressing roughly against yours, swallowing your gasp as he grinds his clothed cock against you.

He bumps your clit with his rock-hard bulge, swallowing your moan. “That’s it, huh? Feels good. Yeah?”

“Yeah. Y-Yeah,” you whimper.

“Wanna make you feel good,” he pants against your kiss.

It does… It feels good. So fucking good. Heat burns behind your eyes because of it, eyes glassing over the thought of doing this to Topper, so close to Topper.

“B-But Topper?”

If I wanted this to stop, all I'd have to do is say the word. All I'd have to do is call for Top, but all I want to do is scream for Rafe.

“Go ahead, baby. Wake him up. Say his name. Let me deal with him. Yeah? Or, I could just deal with you...”

“I don't know, Rafe.”

“Good friends share, sweetheart.”

“Rafe...”

“Stop actin’ so innocent. Like you weren't watching me stroke my cock. Like I couldn't hear that wet little pussy from over there,” he hisses as he grinds harder into you. “Caught’cha, didn't I?” He smiles against your lips, making heat spread across your body.

Rafe releases a moan, then another, getting off on you and you on him. You reach around his body, tugging slightly at the elastic of his boxers.

“You trying to take ‘em off, Princess?” He taunts. “Nah… Not today. Gonna get you just like this. But, tonight… You gonna let me taste you tonight, baby?”

“Yeah…”

He chuckles darkly, making chills fall down your body straight to your aching core.

“Naughty little thing. Aren't you?”

Rafe rolls his hips again and again, grinding his clothed cock against your sex as you whimper in sensitivity. “Can feel how wet you are through my boxers. Bet your panties are soaked, you little slut.”

Your back arches at the sounds of his devilish words. The tears in your eyes tumble down your cheeks as you feel your climax about to overtake you. Rafe's blue jean eyes soften on yours. “Hey… Hey. It's gonna be okay,” he soothes. “You gonna cum?” He asks between gentle kisses.

Your teeth sink into your plump bottom lip, eyes rolling back in your skull. “Cum for me, angel,” he whispers as he draws up your shirt higher.

He grips his cock. His ruddy head leaking at the tip. Rafe lowers himself to your ear as he continues to rut.

“I’m gonna… Fuck, Rafe,” you whisper, digging your heels into the mattress as you hold back your blissful cries. You moan his name as your pussy flutters around nothing.

Rafe answers with your name on his lips, hot wet ropes of cum landing on your bare skin. Rafe reaches down, running two ringed fingers through his spent.

“Open.” You open your mouth, Rafe's digits making their way in between. “Suck.” You suck on his fingers all the way to his gold rings, tasting cum for the first time. “Good fuckin’ girl.”

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iamasimperyk · 4 months

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Lonely -Rafe Cameron

Summery: Rafe finds you, a Pogue, crying at the beach.

Warnings: Fluff, Cursing, Crying, Not proof-read, English is not my first language

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Pogue!Reader

Part 2

Why was everyone around you in a relationship? It wasn't like you were desperate to get a boyfriend, but somehow it made you feel insecure that you didn't have one. You started to wonder why no one wanted you. Was it because you were ugly? Was it because you weren't someone who liked to go out and party? Or was it because you were too inexperienced?

You didn't want to bother any of your friends with your thoughts, and it wasn't like you had a chance to do so. Since all of them were in a relationship now, no one has time for you anymore. And that's how you found yourself crying on the beach on a Saturday night, alone.

You loved the beach and sometimes you also liked to be alone. From time to time you needed to think things through and just needed some alone time, but right now, you just wished for someone to hug you. You felt lonley and the fact that your friends and every other person on the island would be at a party right now, didn’t make things better.

Pogues and Kooks together at the Bonefire never ended good, so it was the perfect excuse not to go. At least that‘s what you told your friends. They didn‘t even question it, to busy being all lovey dovey in their relationships.

A tear rolled down your cheek as you thought about your friends. You were happy for them, but somehow you longed to feel the rush of a relationship too. You wanted to be kissed, held, and loved.

The fact that you were a little jealous of them made you even more upset. A good friend shouldn’t be jealous, but happy.

You were deep in your thoughts when a voice suddenly pulled you out of them, “Ey!”

You turned around, quickly wiping away your tears.

You couldn’t believe your eyes. The one and only Rafe Cameron were walking towards you. The last time you had seen him was on the ship, where he nearly shot you.

“Oh, look who it is.” He gave you one of his famous smirks, now standing in front of you.

“What are you doing here, Rafe?” You mumbled, not even looking at him.

Rafe caused nothing but trouble the last few months. He was the reason why the Pogues and you lost the gold. He was the reason why the Pogues and you lost the Cross. He was the reason why John B and Sarah had been missing.

“Could ask you the same question. Never saw you without your little friends.” He chuckled, sitting down next to you.

“Well, I didn’t want to attend the Bonefire, but they did.” You shrugged, looking at the sunset in front of you.

“Didn’t want to go either, too old for the shit I guess,” He sighed to which you let out a humourless laugh, “Rafe Cameron is too old to get wasted? Yeah, great joke.”

“Believe what you want, I don’t care, but at least I am not the one sitting here because my friends don’t have time for me anymore.” He hissed.

It wasn’t wrong what he said, but how did he know?

After he saw the look of confusion in your face he spoke up again, “It’s obvious that they don’t have time for you anymore. They are all dating now and you are the only single one.”

Once again, tears welled up in your eyes, but you quickly blinked them away. "Are you observing my friend group, Cameron?"

He answered without any emotion, "Do I look like someone who cares about your friend group? It's obvious you're trying too hard to get their attention."

Why didn't your friends see your efforts when even Rafe Cameron did?

“But lucky for you, out of your little group of Pogues, I tolerate you the most," He said after a few seconds.

“Hard to believe since you wanted to kill me a few months ago.” You muttered, drawing little shapes into the sand.

“Oh, come on. I didn’t want to kill you, I just had to get back what belonged to me. The cross,” He started to explain himself, “But it doesn’t matter since I am a new person now.”

“I see, and why’s that?” You raised your eyebrows.

“My dad isn’t here anymore so I am the boss now.” He told you proudly.

“And you cut your hair.” You mumbled quietly, but he heard you regardless, “Looks more mature.”

You nod, “I like it.”

“Did Y/n Y/l/n just complimented my hair?” He asked in a sarcastic tone.

You couldn’t help but laugh a little, “Why are you really here, Rafe? You saw that it was me sitting here. Why would you come anyway?”

"I left the Bonfire because it was shit, and as I was walking towards my car, I heard someone sobbing. At the Bonefire I saw your friends with my sister, but I couldn't see you. When I saw you sitting here, I knew that something was wrong," he confessed while scratching his buzzed head.

“I appreciate that you came down to talk to me, Rafe, I really do.” You smile a little at him.

It's hard to believe that someone actually came to look after you. Not just anyone, but someone who was supposed to hate you. This person had made your life a living hell for the past few months. Despite this, the last half hour has been the best you have had in a long time.

“Look I am not good with all this emotional shit, but you wanna tell me why you were crying?” He asked carefully.

“Promise me not use it against me?” You asked in the most innocent voice Rafe has ever heard.

He answered with a short ‘promise’ before you started to explain how left out you have felt the past few weeks.

As you finished explaining, tears streamed down your face while Rafe held you tightly.

“Thanks for listing, Rafe. I am sorry I ruined your night,” You wiped away your tears, your eyes puffy from all the crying.

“You haven’t ruined my night, Y/n, actually you made it a lot better. I would probably have stayed at home all alone, trying to drown my thoughts in whiskey.” He told you honestly.

"Better than listening to me whine about my friend's relationships," you said as you hiccuped.

He shook his head, "At least you feel better after telling someone your problems, and I got to hold you."

You smile up at him, “You are happy to hold me? A Pogue?”

He chucked lightly, “Who would have thought.”

“Well, I also didn’t imagine myself at the beach, lying in the arms of a Kook.” After those words left your mouth there was silence.

The two of you were staring at each other until Rafe leaned down. You closed your eyes, your lips were nearly touching when someone called out your name.

“Y/n, is that you?”

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bucksdoll · 4 months

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watching porn with sarah and eventually scissoring!!!! nsfw pls!! 💗💗💕💓💓💕💖💖💓💖💕

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sarah cameron x fem! reader imagine

trigger warnings : NSFW (minors dni), friends to lovers, sarah is inexperienced with women, scissoring, implied reader is a top but they’re holding back quite a bit, dirty talk, pre existing/hidden feelings, watching porn, reader using the nickname ‘sare’ for sarah

summary : after a particularly hot day outside, you and sarah are buzzing from the heat. you seek shelter in sarah’s room, cooling down in the air conditioning. you head to grab her laptop when she expresses her boredom, and you’re beyond suprised when you see what it’s open to.

authors note : heyy, thank you for being my first ever post rq, it means a lot. i wasn’t sure what trope you wanted, so i went with bsf to lovers bc i felt like it fit. i hope that’s okay :). this was supposed to just be an imagine, but it kinda ended up being a little longer than i anticipated. please feel free to leave more rqs ppl ! i love doing them. this was BRIEFLY read over. might be a lot of mistakes, and this is also my first time writing a fic. pls b patient w me.

english is not my first language, forgive me.

bow dividers by gigittamic.

it was so hot in obx today, that it almost felt like your body was quite literally set on fire. it was the weekend, and you of course went to tanneyhill to hang out with sarah. you and sarah were inseparable. you practically lived with her at tanneyhill. you hung out around the cameron’s so often that you’d become quite close with just about every member of the family. youd help wheezy with homework, you’d playfully chastise rafe and his friends when they came over, you’d helped rose with little things here and there, hell even ward had begun to see you as a daughter. you were always welcomed in the house, whether sarah was there or not. you would be invited to family events, kook centered parties, on family vacations, everything.

if somebody asked, you’d call sarah your best friend. she’s probably call you that too. but deep down, you didn’t know what you two were. the circumstances in which you met weren’t completely platonic. you’d spotted her while at a random kook party, dressed in a bikini top and light blue ripped shorts. she was dancing with some of what you assumed to be her other friends. the music was loud and booming, and she swayed her hips, her eyes glossed over, seemingly having had a few drinks. you too, having had a few drinks, had the confidence to saunter over to her. you were dressed in a simple bikini and a backwards hat, your hair still a little damp from the dip you’d taken earlier.

you bumped a few shoulders to get through the dancing crowd of people, finally reaching her, laying a manicured hand on her shoulder. she continued moving just as she was before, hips swaying silkily, just simply turning her body to face yours. she bit her lip, smiling brightly at you, still blissfully lost in the music.

“hey pretty.” you say over the music, resting both your hands on her shoulders. you decided on a neutral move, so you could read if she was into you or not.

“hi beautiful.” she replied, finally meeting your eyes, slipping one of her hands to rest lazily on your waist, still swaying.

you started to move along with her, using your left arm around her shoulder to scoot her a little closer to you. she happily obliged, now gently fidgeting with the string of your bikini. you bit your lip, eyes never leaving hers. the way she was swaying her hips was driving you insane, and you subconsciously pulled her even closer.

she still went along with it, taking it upon herself to get as close as she could. she leaned her head on your shoulder, her hot breath on your kneck. you bit your lip so hard you’re suprised it didn’t start to bleed, and you trailed your arm from her shoulder to her ass, which you could now see swaying as she leaned against you. you gave it a light squeeze, as much as her tight denim would allow. you two continued dancing, for what felt like forever. but much to your dismay, despite a few risky touches and a few kneck kisses, nothing lead anywhere that night. she eventually had to leave the party, and she batted her eyelashes at you as you exchanged contacts.

and that’s how it always has been with sarah. you two flirt pretty frequently, and occasionally get a little handsy, but you’ve never done anything about it. she’s gone through boyfriend after boyfriend, and you’ve gone through a few relationships yourself, but after a year or so of trying, you never found relief, and ultimately stopped dating a while ago. you never tried anything with sarah, relishing in the teasing touches too much to want to risk ruining the friendship by asking her out. she was currently with her boyfriend topper, and had been for about 6 months now. she seemed happy, and seeing her happy in a relationship made you all the more sure you didn’t want to ruin it.

“hey y/n, can we pleaseee go inside. i know i begged you to come out here with me to tan but this heat is sooo much worse than i thought it was.” she whined, looking over her shoulder to face you, a big pout on her lips.

“i told you it was too hot out here sare.” you look at her sympathetically, her pout always being your weakness.

“i knowww, but i thought you were just making excuses so we could stay in bed all day.” she rolled her eyes a little, her pout still evident minus the little smile that creeped at the corner of her mouth. you rolled your eyes back, having already given in and started grabbing your few items you brought outside.

“alrighttt, go on. i’ll grab your stuff for you and meet you inside.” you smiled at her, heading her direction. she sprung up at your response, rushing over to you and wrapping her arms around your neck.

“thanks babes. you’re the best.” she left a kiss on your cheek before running towards the doors of tanneyhill.

that’s how it always was with sarah. she’d do things that would be seemingly innocent, calling you babes, giving you cheek kisses, playfully swatting your ass.. things that if you two were just girl best friends, it would seem normal. but it always felt so different with her. but as always, you brushed the thoughts away, grabbing her things and following her inside.

when you made it in, she was no where to be found. you assumed she’d grabbed a drink and rushed up to relax in her room, which was thankfully air conditioned. you set your things down on the kitchen counter, and padded your way up the stairs to find her.

you found her just where you expected, lazily sprawled out on her bed, still in her strapless bikini set from when she was tanning.

“i’m so bored.” she groaned, lazily turning her head to face you when she heard you come in, not having enough energy to move the rest of her body.

“what should we do? come up with something.” she added, her attitude leaking through her words a little, seemingly crabby from the heat.

“i dunno. what do you normally do when youre bored?” you replied, your brain seemingly empty. normally you two always had something fun planned, or little random things to do. but both of you seemed to be spacing for once. she shrugged, and you sat on the edge of her bed.

you saw her laptop open on her desk, so you wandered over to grab it, thinking of putting on a movie or something until you came up with something better to do. but when you touched the mousepad to wake up the laptop, you were suprised to see what it was opened up to.

“jesus christ sare-“

“what?” she groaned, seemingly unalarmed until her eyes met the screen. her eyes widened, and she sprung up off the bed with a sudden burst of new found energy. but hearing her pounding feet, you swiftly picked up the laptop and held it high above your head.

“y/n put that down right now i’m serious!” she whined frustratingly, grappling at your arms and shoulders, trying to get you to put it down. you wanted to tease her though, even if it was just a little. you assumed it wouldn’t lead anywhere. nothing ever did between you two.

“you’re watching lesbian porn?? god if i had known i could’ve set you up with some links, you know im good for that stuff-“

“y/n put it down, okay? i was just-“ she continued to hop on her feet, standing her her toes, desperate to reach the laptop. “-curious!” she groaned, not giving up in her pursuit to steal the device from your grasp.

“curious, huh? that’s cute.” you grinned teasingly at her, and her eyes flickered to yours a few times as she persisted, her little hops and outstretched arms making you bite your lip to hold back a laugh.

after a few more minutes of struggle, the heat exhaustion seemingly flooded over her again and she let up, now standing flat on her feet infront of you. her arms were crossed, a heavy blush tinted not only her cheeks but most of her face. her eye brows were taught tight together in frustration.

“i just wanted to look at it. maybe learn a little- i-i don’t know, okay?? i don’t know why i was watching it.” she babbled, seemingly genuinely a little hurt and embarrassed, her eyes welling slightly. your heart stung a little.

“hey, hey, eeeasy. i was just messing with you sare. you’re okay.” you lowered the laptop, closing it and holding it against your side, using your free hand to cradle her cheek. ready to catch any tears that threatened to fall.

“you know if you ever had any questions you could come to me, right? i don’t know what kind of experience you have, but i’m and open book. i can help you, if you want.” you leaned down a little, forcing her to meet your eyes after hers had drifted away.

“you’d do that?” she mumbled, leaning into your hand a little.

“of course i would. only if you want to-“

“i want to.” she cut you off, meeting your eyes with a reassuring nod of her head. you felt your composure that you’d kept for so long start to slip, and you were beyond greatful nobody else was in tanneyhill that day.

she grabbed your hand and tugged you back over to her bed. you set her laptop down, opening it back up to the tab she had open. you two sat next to eachother, the silence not uncomfortable but terribly thick with tension.

“can-can we just watch some first? i don’t know really what i want to learn yet off the top of my head i just was watching-“

“yes. yes, of course sarah. whatever you want.” you cut her off this time, reassuring her, then pushing play on the porn. it was some random short clip. probably 2 minutes long, seemingly off of twitter or something. it was two girls, evidently scissoring. you let the video play for a couple seconds before reaching to scrub through it, seeing it was literally just a clip of two girls scissoring for multiple minutes straight.

“do you have any other clips of what you want to learn..? because this is just scissoring, sarah.” you couldn’t help but crack a smile, finding a little funny how blissfully innocent about this stuff.

you turned to look at her to see her eyes already boaring into yours, pupils blown wide. her head was tucked down a little, and her hands fidgeted in her lap, clearly trying to get a message acrossed without saying it.

“you just wanna learn how to do that, hm?” you cocked a brow at her, and smiled a little more when she nodded her head.

“you sure this is okay?” you said, resting your hand on her folded legs, slowly creeping it upwards. she gave you a small nod again.

“words, sare.” you creeped a little higher.

“yes, fuck- please, y/n.”

with that you felt your last bit of composure slip. you gently pushed her back against the bed, her head resting against the pillows. you tugged at the button on her shorts, looking up at her to see her give you another nod, quickly adding a muffled ‘yes’ after it. you tugged her shorts down, throwing them off to the side somewhere. you watched her face closely as you gently rubbed over her clothed clit. you knew sarah had been touched before, she’d talked about her experiences with exes, but you still wanted to be as gentle and slow with her as possible, as it was her first time with a woman.

“can i kiss you? please?” she said while wrapping her arms around your kneck. it broke you out of the trance you didn’t realize you had fallen under, staring at her clothed pussy. you looked back up to her, your own eyebrows furrowing with a smile.

“of course baby.” she was the one to lean up to meet your lips, her kisses quickly going from gentle to rushed and sloppy. she was clearly getting ancy as she ground her hips up into your hand, and you pulled aside her bikini to slip your fingers through her folds. she was completely soaked, a wet patch having already soaked through her bikini bottoms prior to you actually touching her.

she moaned at the relief of you finally touching her, breaking away from the kiss for a second. her mouth hung open, and she looked to where your hand met her.

“please, oh god- please- more, something- please” she ranted, still grinding up into you.

“easssy sweetheart, i want you to feel my fingers first-“

“no- please just fucking do the thing already.” she said, clearly still a little shy about the subject. she avoided your gaze, still relishing on your finger tips which circled heavenly around her clit.

“are you sure?” you clarified, slowing your hand to make sure you got a straight answer. frankly she was already soaked, you could scissor, but you figured she’d want to be warmed up first. you really wanted to take things slow with her, but you couldn’t deny the way her eagerness made you all the more aware of how soaked you were in your own panties.

“yes. yes, yes, yes, please y/n.” she begged, literally whining and begging at your disposal. her brows were taught with frustration, and her hips continued to eagerly sway against your hand.

“okay, okay.” you laughed a little, finally tugging off your own garments. a shiver ran down your spine when you unclasped your braw, you were unable to tell if it was the breeze from the air conditioner or the way she instantly reached for your chest. she massaged them in her hands, slightly more out of pure admiration at first, but then switching to teasing your nipples.

“fuck sarah-“ you groaned as you finally pulled your final piece of clothing off, your panties.

“i know it’s going to sound pretty fucking stupid but.. i’ve always wanted to touch your tits.” she grimaced a little as the words came out her mouth, sounding like a teenager. the two of you giggled for a second before she looked at you expectantly.

“are you-“

“yes, im positive. ive never been more sure.” she smiled up at you, her classic sarah glow finally peaking through, most if not all of her embarrassment having washed away.

you pulled away, settling yourself between her legs, getting into position. she reluctantly let go of your chest, and let you move her as you needed to. when you finally had situated yourself, you propped her left leg over your shoulder, giving her thigh a reassuring squeeze.

before you could instruct her, she ground up against you. what was supposed to be, on her part, just a grind of being impatient, she felt her clit rock perfectly up against yours.

“h-holy shit was that it?”

“mhm, you got it baby. keep goin, you got it.” you barely got the words out, clenching your jaw extremely hard at the sudden touch. she continued, easily setting a pace, you let her figure it out for a moment before finally grinding back into her, the two of you in unison. she let out a gasp which quickly turned into a moan.

“oh fu-fuuuck..” she tensed her eyebrows together.

“y/n?” she glanced back and forth from your face and where the two of you met, and her fists reached up to firmly grab the pillow behind her. you met her eyes, ready to stop, instantly assuming she was having second thoughts.

“yea sare? we can stop-“

“i swear to fucking god y/n do not stop.” she groaned the words out inbetween moans.

“i was just going to say-“ she stopped in between words, clearly struggling “im really really not going to last much longer.” she shot you an apologetic smile, before blabbering a few ‘it’s so good’ s, ‘don’t stop’ s, and ‘holy shit’ s under her breath.

“oh yea? s’it feel good baby? god you don’t know how long i’ve wanted to do this.” you ranted too, letting out a few groans of your own.

“oh fuckfuckfuck y/n- babe im-“

“let go sarah, i’ve got you baby. you’re doing so good.” she grinded desperately, her hips getting sloppy, the two of you now at totally different paces, yours being a steady fast rhythm and her being ragged and sharp. you could see your collective juices start to leak onto your stomach and your thighs with how random and miscalculated her thrusts were becoming, practically grinding against any part of you she could. her many short and high pitched whimpers, only egged you on further.

you watched as her orgasm finally hit her, her moans and whines coming to a climax, loud and overwhelming. her whole body shook, her stomach tensing and her arms loosing their grip on her pillow as she threw her head back. you could see her juices seeping out of her as you continued to grind on her, riding out her high and still chasing your own. it was when her sighs of relief turned into overstimulated whimpers that you too were finally thrown over the edge, your orgasm practically blinding you.

you fell back onto your elbows, collecting yourself for a moment before untangling your limbs and crawling up against her pillows, right next to her. she still breathed heavily, turning over to tuck herself into your armpit and throw an arm lazily over your mid drift. her hair was a mess, and you could see some of her mascara had smudged under her eyes. she looked so blissfully stunning.

“that was fucking awesome.” she said, cracking her classic sarah smile and letting out a little laugh, leaning on your chest to look up at you.

“yea, it was.” you smiled back at her, letting out a little laugh of your own to cover up the thoughts that were racing through your mind.

you had so many questions. where did we go from here? what about topper? will we ever be able to come back from this?

but as she tucked herself back into your armpit, seemingly overthrown by exhaustion, you didn’t dare ask. you were fine, and happy, in this moment.

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onsunnyside · 1 year

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.♡ ⃗ 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 (𝟏/𝟓)

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | best friend!JJ Maybank x reader (College AU)

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | fluff, friends-to-lovers, college au, non-canon ages, ‘lessons in love & pleasure’ trope, kook!reader, size difference, shy!reader, inexperienced & virgin!reader, clumsy!reader, cute first kisses.

♫ ·ﾟ𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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𝗔/𝗡 | and here we go !! this is my first obx series, so pls wish me luck, also note that this is a college au, meaning all characters are 21+. this will be angst-free, just a fluffy fic about two friends falling in love, starring a charming blond surfer. i'd love to hear your thoughts about this so far. as always, all mistakes are my own. ☼ 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 ☼

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 & 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲: @𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

˗ˏˋ 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ ⋰˚ 𝐎𝐁𝐗 (& 𝐀𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬) 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The rays of the sun beam down, burning your heated face as you exit the building. Hurriedly stuffing your uniform in your bag, you rush down the stairs and toward the main campus. You weave between students, nearly tripping while anxiously checking the time on your phone.

A few minutes late wasn’t that bad. You didn’t expect your professor to take the entire period given that it was the last day before spring break. It would’ve been more bearable if you had any friends in that class, but none of them showed. Perhaps you should’ve done the same and got a headstart on break too, or at least a full eight hours of sleep for the first time in months.

Approaching the common area, the familiar sound of the fountain meets your ears amongst the chatter and laughter from your peers.

Your eyes fall on a familiar blond, a toothpick between his teeth as he mindlessly scrolls through his cell phone. He stands out amongst the sea of plaid skirts, ties and blazers, wearing a backwards cap, cargo shorts and a tank top, his toned arms as sunkissed as ever. You call his name and break into a skip.

“If it isn’t the smartest gal I know…” You melt in his hold, that signature coastal citrusy scent washing over you like waves on a shore. After one final squeeze, he pulls away, his blue eyes flickering down to your feet. “And she still doesn’t remember to tie her damn shoes.”

“I was already running late, I couldn’t stop!”

He rolls his eyes and drops to one knee, bringing your foot to the other, “yeah, and what would’ve happened if you tripped? Or got stuck in an escalator? Or tangled in some wild vines?” He asks, quickly tying both your laces.

“Too late for one of those…” You pull up the hem of your dress, exposing the mismatched bandaids on both your knees.

“Did you try to walk and chew gum at the same time?”

You huff, “actually, I got it while golfing. The tall grass is really misleading.”

Your mother had scolded you for the grass stains on your new shoes, yet another pair just victim to your clumsiness, much like everything else you own.

As expected, JJ’s mood sours at the mention of Figure 8. Years after that kegger incident, JJ was still very bitter towards anything Kook-related. He didn’t want to hear about Rafe and his crew and almost turned red at the mere mention of their names. He tolerated you, Sarah and Kie talking about Midsummers, and was absolutely zero help when you were discussing dresses and crowns.

“Who was there?”

“Just my dad, Sarah and Mr. Cameron.”

JJ hums, peering up at you through his lashes. “Anyone else?”

You cross your arms, “Rafe never comes if that’s what you’re asking. He’s too busy working for his dad, and is probably halfway across the world, sipping on Dom Pérignon by the beach.”

“Yeah, I guess it’s not like he asked you to join him… again.”

A loud sigh falls from your lips, “That was one time! And he didn’t even ask, Mr. Cameron wanted me to check on him and make sure he wasn’t blowing profits on new bikes or drugs.”

JJ drops it after that, he could say anything he wanted but that wouldn’t impact your relationship with the Camerons. Since your parents owned and operated the Island Club, and rich people liked other rich people.

Your entire childhood was spent on Figure 8 alongside Sarah and the rest of the Kooks. You were grateful to live so comfortably, never having to worry about bills or losing electricity for days on end, but you’ve always envied the Pogues. Their freedom and exciting adventures were so different from the lonely box you were born in.

With years of friendship between you and the rest of the Pogues, your mother still referred to them as ‘those kids from The Cut.’

Your father, on the other hand, had a soft spot for them—especially JJ because of their shared love for cars and motorbikes. There have been a few times that you’ve caught them messing around in the garage after JJ left for more snacks and drinks, practically abandoning you all by the pool for some grease and engines.

Although he liked the blond boy, you know your father would disapprove of the many nights he’s sneaked through your window for a little sleepover. You were used to it now, sharing a bed with your best friend was a regular occurrence. It was platonic, even when you’d wake up in each other’s arms, tucked close.

JJ’s morning voice never failed to make you all fuzzy inside.

“Hello? Are you gonna get on or does the princess need help?”

Ignoring his remark, you quickly straddle his bike and wince at the dull pain in your thigh, “I also got a nasty bruise that day—note to self, never try to retrieve golf balls from deceitful tall grass again.”

He chuckles and twists around, “poor baby, want me to kiss it better?”

As if the sun had solely focused on you, your whole body heats up, a warmth fluttering in your belly as your mind searches for a response.

“I-I, uhm…oh, I—”

JJ laughs loud with a dimpled grin, “Why don’t you think about it and tell me later? We’re already running late and you know how Pope is with that.”

The Wreck is busy this time of day, every seat filled with college students and Tourons as waiters zoom from table to table. The delicious smell of seafood clouds the air and loud conversations drown out the radio. Sunshine pours from the windows, bathing the nautical decorations in an orange glow. Fishnets, brass ship wheels, and various hand-painted signs hang on the walls, strung up alongside fairy lights and ceiling fans.

You and JJ beeline for your designated spot, the booth all the way in the corner of the restaurant. As suspected, everyone is already there apart from Kie, you side in next to Pope and exchange gleeful greetings.

“And she lives! After that tumble at the golf course, I’m surprised you don’t have a cast or something.” Sarah snorts, the memory of you literally disappearing in the grass replaying in her head. “How’d your mom take it?”

You pout, “She was more concerned with my dirty clothes than my injuries,” and your bruised ego, “can you believe it?”

You’re met with mumbles of ‘yes’ and ‘of course,’ everyone awfully aware of your mother’s obsession with the picture-perfect image. If she had it her way, she would dress you every day to show off that Kook status, she’d put you in pastel prints, ironed polos, and hand-shined shoes. A part of you knows that the only thing stopping her from dressing you like a doll was your clumsiness, a saving grace disguised as aches and bandaids.

Her overbearing nature was also to blame for your timid heart, sometimes you were too scared to do any wrong that you wouldn’t do anything at all. Looming fear kept you in that box of solitude, unfulfilled expectations and thrills made you shrink away. As a child, you never had the confidence to speak up and often went with whatever your mother said, but that was until you met the Pogues. They helped you get out of your shell and introduced you to new experiences, they were the most patient and caring people you’ve met, and you wouldn’t trade their friendship for the world.

Out of the corner of your eye, Sarah and John B exchange a few chaste kisses. You immediately turn away, jumping into a conversation about Kie’s whereabouts with Pope.

“Her dad needed a hand, hopefully, she’ll be back with our food soon.” He answers and slides a glass in front of you, “she got this for you.”

It was your favourite smoothie flavour. You don’t waste any time and take a long sip, the sweet berries melting on your tongue, a momentary distraction from feeling so different from your friends.

Under your mother’s watchful eye, you never dared to step out of line and that has led you to being terribly inexperienced in everything dating-related. While your friends were partying and earning their stripes, you were watching from the sidelines and fumbling every opportunity that came your way. You tried to forget all those people who have pursued you, their texts unanswered and calls ignored.

You shake away those thoughts, “Did any of you have class today?”

Sarah flips her blond hair over her shoulder, “All my uniforms were in the wash, so it really wasn’t my fault. If private universities didn’t have mandatory uniforms… I still probably wouldn’t have gone.”

You and Sarah went to the same campus, but your schedules were far different. You could barely remember your own, let alone keep track of hers too.

Your gaze slowly shifts from each of their faces, “even you, Pope?”

“In my defence, I’m way ahead in all my courses, I could afford to miss a day.”

“Hmm… And does your dad know?” You tut, tilting your head.

He stares back at you, “Does your dad know you let Sarah and John B spend their anniversary in the country club after hours?”

Across the table, Sarah’s jaw drops. “You said you wouldn’t tell anyone!”

“I didn’t! Only you and he know.” You point to her boyfriend who was blinking owlishly.

John B raises his hands, going rigid under his girlfriend’s glare. “I only told JJ.”

All eyes land on the blond, a paper crane napkin in his hands. “Hm? Oh yeah, I told Pope and Kie.”

“No secrets between Pogues.” They both high-five over your head.

You deflate, covering your face. “Don’t tell anyone else, okay? I don’t want to accidentally start some under-the-table business renting the club… My mom would kill me.”

JJ coos, rubbing up and down your back. “Hey, it’s no different than Sarah lending Ward’s yacht to Pope when he wanted to impress that Touron…” He shrieks when a hand slaps the back of his head, knocking his hat to the ground.

“Idiot! No one knew about that!”

“I think we can all agree that JJ is just terrible at keeping secrets. Can’t trust him with anything.”

You giggle and sip on your smoothie, half-listening to John B’s rant about some customers at the surf shop. JJ sticks a straw in your cup and drinks too, cheekily bumping your foreheads together, his pretty blue eyes locked onto yours.

You find it hard to turn away, your gaze drifting over his face. From his strong nose to his cheekbones carrying a slight sunburn to his defined jaw. He flashes a grin, those stupid dimples making you a little flustered.

JJ was a natural flirt, he could make anyone swoon, he showered his friends in platonic love and affection—hugs, cuddles, kisses, you name it and he’s done it to each of you. He’s dated around the island but those relationships never lasted long enough to get serious, and they’ve never been introduced to your group either.

You’ve always wondered what he was like as a boyfriend, if he was as sweet with his partners as he was with all of you, if that tenderness bled into all his actions. He wore his heart on his sleeve in the most admirable of ways, although he was hotheaded and troubled, you’ve always felt safe with him.

You pull away, squeezing your eyes shut, “agh! Brain freeze!”

He snorts, bringing you forward for a sloppy kiss on your forehead, his cold lips against your warm skin. “Maybe you shouldn’t drink so quickly, ya dummy.”

Kie finally joins the rest of you a while later, bringing trays of fresh food and more drinks before sitting beside John B. Her long brown hair is up in a bun, loose strands frame her face, “Just letting you all know, I expect a mighty fine tip today and everyone is helping me clean up after closing.”

“Might as well take my kidney while you’re at it.” JJ speaks through a mouthful of fries, “we’re supposed to relax today.”

“And I don’t feel like getting elbow-deep in dirty dishes if I’m not being paid for it,” John B adds.

“These free meals say different. C’mon, my dad promised he’d try not to disturb me this week if we get this place spotless for spring break.” She looks at you, brown eyes pleading, “I’ll get you a smoothie to go.”

“I mean… it’s a small price to pay for a week of freedom, right?”

“Not guaranteed freedom.”

JJ leans towards you, “don’t say yes.”

“There’s six of us, we could get it done in one hour or even less if we work fast!”

“I guess that’s true.” You agree, despite JJ’s protests.

“Sunshine, no—if you stay, I’m gonna have to stay too.”

Kie calls your name, reaching over to physically turn you towards her. “Don’t look at him. If you stay, he’ll stay, same goes for Sarah and John B, and well… Pope will stay regardless because he doesn’t have a choice.”

Pope pulls a face, “excuse me?”

Truthfully, you were going to stay anyway, but it does make you a little bashful knowing that JJ wouldn’t leave without you.

“Okay, I’ll stay.”

“Same here.” Sarah decides, earning a huff from her boyfriend, “And just for your attitudes, the guys have to clean the deep fryers.”

“Including Pope.”

“I didn’t even say anything!”

After thoroughly cleaning The Wreck, the night concludes with a movie marathon at the Chateau. Pope keeps his streak of picking the best movies and chooses a trilogy you haven’t seen before. Bowls of snacks and beer cans litter the floor, and a half-finished pizza sits on the coffee table. Sarah and John B share one couch, and Kie and Pope are sprawled on the floor atop cushions and blankets, while you and JJ are tucked into the smallest couch, your legs over his lap.

As the opening credits roll on the screen, everyone takes the opportunity to do more catching up. Kie talks about cleaning up some beaches with other volunteers and her most recent trip off the island, a small project with a group of marine wildlife rescuers. She even shows a bunch of pictures of her with baby turtles.

John B and JJ talk about their co-owned surf shop, “We caved and hired extra help.”

“Finally!” Kie exclaims, “If you and JJ were running that shop alone any longer, it would go bankrupt, you’re both so fucking lazy.”

“Hey, I’m a great employee. I just got employee of the month actually.” JJ defends.

“You shouldn’t be proud of that if it’s only you two. You literally just vote for each other every month,” Sarah states knowingly.

You, Sarah and Pope don’t have much to say about your college careers, except for the lack of sleep and dependence on caffeine. It’s not very exciting, but Pope’s story about his professor who only attends class in socks makes you a little thankful for your overly strict school.

The marathon goes on, and the conversation dies down by the end of the second movie. Someone’s soft snoring flows over the steamy soundtrack and for the umpteenth time tonight, you look away as the two leads share a passionate kiss. At least it wasn’t another sex scene.

As your best friend, JJ could read you like a book. He knew you from the inside out, he could tell what you were thinking before you even said it, and he knew all of those humiliating secrets that kept you up at night. One of them being your lack of experience. When you confessed that, he told you it wasn’t something to be ashamed of, everyone moves at different paces and lives different lives—but kissing?

“You’ve never been kissed?”

You cover your face, embarrassment flooding in. “You don’t have to say it like that!”

“I’m not—I’m not teasing.” His smile says differently. He easily pulls your hands down, holding them in his lap, “it’s just not what I was expecting.”

He generally knew you weren’t the most experienced in intimacy and relationships, and that’s partly why he was so protective of you. Even at crowded parties and in his drunken state, he’d keep an eye on you, watching out for any creeps. Unbeknownst to you, it was an unspoken rule between the Pogues to treat you a little softer, a little sweeter because they all know how sensitive you were.

But he figured you’ve kissed someone before. Maybe some lucky kid from Figure 8 or a dude from your private school.

“I know, I know. You probably find it so funny.” You huff and roll your eyes, “laugh all you want, jerk.”

And to your chagrin, he does but quickly apologizes. “Sorry, sorry. Okay, maybe it’s a little funny. But not in a bad way! It’s actually cute.”

Cute?

“It’s adorable.” He cups your face, “itty bitty baby hasn’t had her first kiss… not even with that poster in your bedroom?”

Your chest warms as he pinches and pulls both of your cheeks, puckering your lips when you try to speak, “...posh-ers don’t ha’ tongues.”

“Oh, so you wanna French kiss for your first time? Didn’t think you were that type of girl, sunshine.”

You push him back and try to scoot away, making do with whatever sliver of space you can manage between the two of you, but he doesn’t let you get far. Keeping you in place with his hands on your hips.

“You’re telling me, aside from no one taking you on a date before, no one has asked to kiss you either?”

“JJ, you know my parents. My mom is so hard to please, I can’t imagine bringing someone home for her approval. And I had opportunities but… I kept getting too nervous.”

He’s quiet for a moment, his gaze tracing over your face. You hadn’t realized how close he was until now, you could count his every eyelash and his every freckle.

“I could help you out.”

A lump appears in your throat, it would silence your words if you could think of any but you can’t. Too caught up in his deep voice as it repeats in your head, again and again like a broken record.

“You trust me, right? You know me, I’m not—I’m not some guy you just met. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. If you wanted to, uh, kiss someone you just met, go ahead.” He reassures, “but I don’t think you want to do that.”

JJ was so awfully sentimental when it came to his friendships. His several shoe boxes of polaroids, tickets and trinkets under his bed said enough about his love for nostalgia. He was always one to take a chance, to live in a moment for as long as he could, and to find the positives in any situation, even the worst ones.

Years down the line, he never leaves the house without the silver zippo that you got him on a trip with your parents. It was easy to find something for each of your friends from your weeks-long stay in Europe: jewelry for Sarah and Kie, a first edition copy of a novel for Pope, and a vintage compass for John B, but you were stumped when it came to JJ.

You saved his gift for last, long after everyone else had fallen asleep, the mess of your celebratory return littering the backyard in empty beer bottles and confetti. He bugged you all night, eager for his special little something.

“Don’t open your eyes.”

“...Mhm, I’m having trouble keeping ‘em open.”

You placed the zippo in his hand and stepped back, “Okay, just feel it.”

He passed it between his hands, dragging his fingers over the cold metal until he popped it open, “a lighter?”

You nearly turned away when your nerves started bubbling and you’re thankful you didn’t, or else you would’ve missed his reaction. To this day, you’ve never seen him smile so wide or his eyes light up that bright at the sight of his initials and P4L ingrained in the silver.

He’s just JJ, one of your best friends in the entire world.

Deciding to take this opportunity before it slips away, you nod and his lips meet yours. He starts with little pecks, soft and sweet like cotton candy, and they slowly drag into short kisses. Putting a bit of intensity behind it, his tongue swipes along your bottom lip, but you don’t get the hint until he gently thumbs at your chin, just barely pulling your lips apart. He tastes like beer and a bit of weed, and his lips are softer than they look.

He’s slow and steady, letting you get used to the feel of him. You exhale in his mouth and shyly follow his lead, hoping he can’t hear your heart hammering in your chest. You don’t know if it’s the sweet rush of his lips against yours, or if this is how it feels to kiss someone for the first time, but you feel like you’ll float away.

Before you know it, he pulls away and presses his forehead against yours.

“You can breathe while we kiss.” He chuckles, nudging your nose with his, “don’t want you passing out on me, sunshine.”

You realize how lightheaded you feel and gasp for air, subconsciously licking your lips to taste him again. In a daze, you breathe in and out, briefly wondering if it felt like this to kiss just anyone.

One of his hands slips behind your neck and the other falls to your thigh, warm and gentle. “Do you want to stop?”

You glance at your friends, still passed out on the floor and other couches, the movie playing dully in the background. “No?”

“Are you asking me or telling me?”

“No.” You repeat, firmer this time. “I don’t want to stop. Pl-Please don’t stop.”

How could JJ deny you? Especially when you ask so dreamily with that glazed look in your eyes. He fights the urge to pull you into his lap and touch you all over and be the first person to make you into a pretty mess, to feel you in a way no one else has before. He connects your lips again, taking the lead and slipping his tongue into your mouth.

The unmistakable wet noises cause tingles to course all over your body, from your toes to the tips of your fingers clasped in your lap. They only get stronger when he tilts your head to kiss you deeper.

“You can touch me too,” he murmurs, bringing your hand to the back of his neck. Your digits automatically curl in his blond hair, drawing a low groan from his throat.

That’s when you go completely dumb and totally thoughtless. All concerns fly out of your mind and join the bluebirds above your head. They’re playing a little song to the beat of your heart, hitting every note and putting you at ease like a lovesick lullaby. You almost assume that’s why you feel lightheaded again.

JJ leans back, his voice raspy, “you keep forgetting to breathe, baby.”

“I’m sorry,” you exhale heavily, the butterflies in your tummy going wild as he caresses your face. “I’m not good at this yet.”

His rough fingers drag down your cheekbones and trace your jaw, the pad of his thumb gently presses on your bottom lip, almost slipping inside your mouth. His eyes seem darker, the clear blue shaded in something you can’t name.

His lips trail to your jaw, the movie long forgotten, “It’s okay, we have lots of time to practice. I’m gonna teach you everything I know, sunshine.”

𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: ahhh I've always wanted to write a sweet fic like this, i'm so excited to dive into a new fandom 🥰🥰 i'm still a lil nervous, but i'm hoping for the best !! feel free to stop by my inbox and let me know what you think of this so far, or request blurbs/drabbles for this au !!

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞! this fic doesn't have an update schedule, but i'll add dates on the masterlist (linked here) if i have a date in mind. also, here's the 𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 for this fic !!

As always, I hope you all enjoyed this and I’d love to hear your thoughts/feedback !! <3 — ☼ 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 ☼

I don’t do taglists anymore. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 & 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲: @𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

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The Less I Know The Better III (JJ Maybank x Reader x Rafe Cameron)

Warnings: eventual NON-CON, eventual DUB-CON, violence, public sex, jealousy, underage drinking, drug use, manipulation, eventual loss of virginity, mild unhealthy relationship, one sided kiara x jj, non canon ages, pogue!reader

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summary: When you start dating Rafe Cameron, no one is more surprised than you when your best friend JJ takes it really well. However, no one is more surprised than JJ when he’s forced to see his once frumpy BFF in an entirely new light, suddenly terrified of losing what he never knew he had to the person he hates most.

“Rafe…”

“It’ll be fine, just watch the road,” he said, waving you off.

You threw him a look, brows drawn together at how casual he was being. You could barely drive your mom’s tiny Honda, let alone this monster of a vehicle he called a truck. As you pulled onto the road, Rafe scooted closer, a hand on the wheel next to yours.

“It’s really not that much different from driving any other car.”

“Do you know how wide I have to swing just to turn in somewhere? Don’t give me that.”

Rafe chuckled, and you wondered what gave him the brilliant idea of making you drive to The Wreck today…in his truck. His arm rested behind you, fingers brushing over your shoulder, and you kept your gaze on the road.

“You think your friends will be there?”

“Um…I don’t know,” you honestly answered. “Probably.”

The rest of the drive was quiet outside of a comment from Rafe on how slow you were driving. He spoke again as you pulled into the parking lot.

“What if I’m really drunk or high one night, and you need to drive us back?”

He knew exactly how you felt about his recreational activities, and you rolled your eyes at the card he was playing.

“Maybe you should take that as a sign to cut down on that, no?”

The mocking smile he sent you as you parked told you that he had no plans to do that. He got out before you, coming around to open the driver’s door and help you out. He leaned you against the door as he closed it, trapping you between his arms.

“See, that wasn’t so bad,” he teased, leaning in to brush his lips against yours.

“You say that, now, but it’ll be a whole other story if I crash your precious truck.”

Rafe had a genuine frown on his face when he pulled back, upset by the mere thought before a slow smile spread over his pink lips. His fingers grazed your skin underneath your shirt, pinning you against the truck in question.

“I’ll make you make it up to me,” he teased, but the glint in his eye told you that he was completely serious.

Rafe was so touchy…and you liked it.

You didn’t know if you were just inexperienced and naïve, but it made you feel like he couldn’t get enough of you…and that reassured you. Sometimes you still found it hard to believe that Rafe Cameron wanted you, that Rafe Cameron chose you, and there were moments where you convinced yourself it was all part of some elaborate prank.

But Rafe had never been the type to do anything he didn’t want to do. He was always a no bullshit kind of guy, never one to fake anything, and if anything, he was too in your face about his true intentions sometimes. It was still overwhelming, but you were getting used to it.

His fingers were threaded through yours as he led you into the restaurant, and you were actually a little disappointed that it was empty of your friends. You reminded yourself that you couldn’t take every chance to force them together. The party was good enough and probably should be for a while. Rafe was your boyfriend, but he wasn’t their friend, and it should only matter that they weren’t at each other’s throats.

“You know,” he started after ordering your food. “I was really surprised that JJ was the one to throw that party.”

You looked up at Rafe with a slight frown, something about his tone.

“Not really. He’s my best friend, and he promised to try.”

Rafe didn’t reply right away, simply nodding as he sipped on his water.

“Just seems more like a Pope thing to me. Extending an olive branch like that…”

You had been playing with your straw, pausing at his words. Rafe wasn’t wrong, you supposed. It did seem more like a Pope idea rather than JJ, and you found yourself deep in thought. You remembered the slight shock on JJ’s face that night even though he’d been trying to hide it, and the fact that it was Pope who told you. You swallowed down slight disappointment, telling yourself that it didn’t matter whose idea the party was.

“Are your parents working tonight?” Rafe asked long after your food had come.

“Yeah. My mom said she’d be getting back late though,” you distractedly answered.

Rafe spoke up before you could continue.

“You should come over tonight,” he suggested, making you look up. “Rose and my dad are going to some stupid dinner party, and Sarah’s probably going to be with John B.”

He shrugged, and you looked down towards the table, biting your lip.

“…and Wheezie?”

“Who knows. She likes to lock herself up in her room…”

You’d been alone with Rafe plenty of times before, so it wasn’t a big deal. Hell, the night of the party he’d stayed the night at your house. However, then, you’d both been too drunk to barely even stand, and sex was the last thing on your mind that night.

But you and Rafe had been together for two months, now. You knew his reputation, knew what he was like, and his lack of pressure regarding that aspect of your relationship only made you think about it more. Sure, he teased you sometimes and made jokes about it, but he was respectful every time things got too heated for you. His hands never strayed too far, and he never got too pushy.

It was a green flag, and yet…you wondered if there was something wrong with you.

You knew that your insecurities were just getting the best of you. After all, that’s how a boyfriend was supposed to behave. There wasn’t supposed to be pressure and discomfort and aggressiveness. His behavior made you want him more, and that was how you looked at him with a smile and a shrug.

“Okay.”

Rafe seemed happy with your answer, taking your hand as you finished your food. You took the time to look at him, studying his face and his features. Rafe was pretty, really pretty, and there were so many times where you had to stop yourself from just staring at him. It always made you feel the strangest combination of proud and insecure.

You looked away, forcing those thoughts away as you rubbed your forehead.

All of this was still so new to you. A boyfriend, a relationship, and everything that came with romance. You had to remind yourself that you weren’t the girl you used to be. You weren’t that same girl who only served to be the butt of some asshole’s joke. You no longer isolated yourself at parties, watching JJ and Pope and John B. hitting on every pretty girl, watching Kie get approached by guy after guy asking to dance or just hoping for five minutes of her time.

At some point, you had accepted that that would just never be you, but it didn’t make it sting any less. That stuff wasn’t everything, you knew that better than anyone that so many things were way more important, but after so long, it was impossible not to think that it was you. It was impossible not to think that you weren’t pretty enough or skinny enough or fun enough.

You knew that your mom would tell you that you shouldn’t rely on some guy to feel better about yourself, but what else were you supposed to rely on? Rafe didn’t just make you feel pretty, but like you were the prettiest girl in the world. He looked at you like he never wanted to stop, and before where you just wanted to shrink and hide, now you felt encouraged to open that makeup you’d never touched, hiding it away the moment your mom bought it for you.

You wanted to put on jewelry you had hidden away for years. You wanted t wear things that you hadn’t had the courage to before, constantly telling yourself that you’d look silly. It sounded shallow, you knew that, but Rafe made you feel like you were good enough.

Once Rafe had paid, you both made your way outside, a smile making it’s way onto your face as your eyes landed on Kie, Pope…and JJ. Rafe pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth, telling you he’d be waiting in the car as you slowed to a stop. Your eyes met JJ’s as Rafe pulled away, unable to read his gaze, but you brushed it off, turning to Kie.

“Kie, I’m going to come by your house later,” you told her. “I need to talk to you about something.”

“Cutting date night short?” JJ dryly commented, and you hit his arm.

Kie rolled her eyes at him, smiling back at you with a hint of questioning in her gaze.

“Uh, yeah. Sure.”

You didn’t miss the way her gaze pointedly went between you and Rafe, and you awkwardly waved them goodbye. As you made your way to your boyfriend’s truck, watching as he hopped out to open your door, you glanced over your shoulder. Your eyes met familiar blue ones, and you waved him goodbye again, a slight frown on your face when he took forever to wave you back.

“I want to have sex with Rafe, tonight.”

You hadn’t meant for it to come out so suddenly, and Kiara blinked in shock. You hadn’t even thought to make sure that her parents weren’t home, but you were relieved to find out they weren’t. You stood at her door, looking at her with wide eyes before she finally gathered herself and pulled you inside.

“Um…okay,” she eventually said, clearly not expecting that. “Why?”

You scoffed.

“Why? What do you mean? He’s my boyfriend-.”

“Is this his idea?” she interrupted, sounding angry at the thought.

“No,” you hurried to reassure her. “It’s mine.”

Kie blew out a breath, sitting down on her couch. She looked more nervous than you felt, and you waited for her to say something.

“I knew…I knew that you really liked him, but…”

She trailed off, looking away.

“You’ve been dating for what? Two months? Don’t you think you should wait…?”

You sank down next to her, pulling your feet onto the couch.

“Probably. Maybe…but I don’t want to.”

Kie was quiet for a moment.

“…and you’re sure he’s not pressuring you or…?”

“God, no,” you groaned, jumping back to your feet. “He’s not.”

Kie’s hands were raised when you turned back to her.

“Hey, you can’t blame me for being concerned, alright? It’s Rafe,” she defended herself. “…and he is literally your first boyfriend, and you want to have sex for the first time ever after two months.”

You knew how it sounded.

“It just sounds like it has Rafe written all over it.”

You sighed to yourself, folding your arms over your chest.

“You don’t get it…”

“No, I get it,” Kie assured you. “It’s Rafe and he’s treating you great and making you feel special, but-.”

“Boys have always liked you.”

Kie closed her mouth, swallowing down the rest of her words as you faced her. There was a slight frown between her brows, blinking at your words.

“Guys used to ask me out as a joke.”

“I…I know that,” she quietly replied.

“You know I thought Rafe was playing a joke on me too? I thought it was another sick prank, but it’s not. He likes me,” you shrugged. “My first boyfriend is Rafe Cameron, and…I want it to stay that way.”

You wouldn’t come out and say it, wouldn’t voice your insecurities about your relationship, but Kie read into it anyway. She stood now, brows drawn together as her lips parted.

“Y/N…if you want to have sex with Rafe because you’re afraid he’ll leave you… That’s not for the right reasons.”

You looked away.

“Rafe likes you for you, and if he’ll leave you because you won’t have sex with him, then that’s not some huge loss,” she continued.

“It’s not like he’s ever brought it up or anything,” you mumbled. “…and that just makes me crazier.”

Your gaze found your feet.

“I mean, it’s Rafe, and he hasn’t tried to have sex with me once. Like…like there’s something wrong with me.”

Kie moved towards you, taking your hands in hers. Your gazes met, and hers was sympathetic.

“There’s nothing wrong with you,” she told you. “It sounds like Rafe is being a good boyfriend. It’s good that he isn’t bringing it up, but I know that I can’t stop you from doing what you want.”

You swallowed.

“It’s up to you, but I’m telling you that if you want this just to keep him, that’s not good.”

You swallowed a sigh, looking away.

“If Rafe isn’t pressuring you then why are you pressuring yourself? Don’t you want to wait and make sure you don’t regret it?”

You mulled over her words.

“What if you have sex with him and he dumps you?”

“He wouldn’t,” you hurried to say.

“So, you can be sure of that, but you’re not sure that he won’t if you don’t?”

You pressed your lips together, nodding at her words. You were the one driving your own self crazy, pressuring yourself, and you were reluctant to admit that Kie was making sense. Part of you regretted coming to her because you’d been so sure and determined before, and now…not so much.

“Look…”

You looked at her.

“If you decide to do this, just…relax. Make sure you’re comfortable and he doesn’t do anything you don’t want. You trust him, right?”

You nodded, and she sent you a comforting smile.

“Okay, well that’s what matters.”

She walked you towards her door just as the sound of a bike could be heard outside. Neither of you were surprised at the sight of JJ getting off of his bike, seemingly shocked at the sight of you.

“What’s up?” Kie asked him, both of you walking down her steps.

“Y/N,” he said, smiling at you. “I didn’t know you’d be here. I just came by to bring Kie’s hat.”

He held up the familiar black beanie.

“You left it at John B.’s.”

“I thought you heard me tell Kie I was coming by,” you said with a frown.

JJ blinked.

“Oh. Right.”

“…and you could’ve left that at John B.’s,” Kie told him, taking it. “You didn’t have to come all the way over here just to bring it.”

The smile on Kie’s face didn’t exactly match her words, and JJ shoved his hands in his pockets, looking at you.

“You leaving?”

“Just going to Rafe’s,” you answered, moving to walk past him.

“You wanna come inside? It’s getting kind of late and-.”

“Uh…you know what? I think I’ll drop Y/N off,” he interrupted Kie, and you looked at him with a slight frown.

“You don’t have to. Rafe’s house isn’t that far,” you argued.

“No, it’s fine,” JJ told you, walking back to his bike. “I just came by to drop that off.”

You glanced at Kie, not missing the way her face fell a bit. Her smile was forced as she told you both to be careful. With JJ already on his bike, it seemed silly to try and turn him down again, so you took him up on his offer. You were still so conflicted abut tonight, and you felt weird having JJ drive you to what could potentially be a dick appointment.

Just as Rafe said, the only vehicle in the yard was his. JJ noticed as he stopped his bike, and you climbed off.

“It’s just Rafe here?”

“Probably,” you said with a shrug. “I think Wheezie’s here though.”

JJ looked like he wanted to say something else, but you continued.

“Thanks for the ride,” you told him with a brief hug. “I’ll see you later!”

JJ started to reach for you as you pulled away, but he seemed to think better of it. It seemed like he had something on his mind, glancing at and taking in the Cameron house with an expression you couldn’t name. With a quick smile, he returned the sentiment.

Rafe was by the door, opening it for you as soon as you were close enough. He greeted you with a kiss, lips pressed to yours while one hand rested on the back of your neck. In the back of your mind, you registered that you hadn’t heard JJ start his bike again, and when Rafe finally pulled away, you confirmed that.

You awkwardly waved your best friend goodbye, Rafe pulling you inside before you could see if he’d done the same.

”…and then,” you chuckled. “JJ’s ankles literally hit the back of his head as he flies straight off of the boat.”

Your stomach hurt from laughing so much, struggling to recount the story to Rafe.

“I think he was coughing up water for a good ten minutes.”

You were showered and laying on Rafe’s bed in one of his shirts. He was half next to you half hovering over you, and you practically had the house to yourselves. Kie’s words were still on your mind, had been throughout your whole shower, and even now, laying next to him, you still didn’t know what you wanted.

“Can I ask you something?” you wondered after your laughter had died down, minutes of Rafe just…staring at you.

“Anything,” he murmured, brushing his index finger along your lip.

“Do you…?”

You took a deep breath, swallowing and glancing away.

“I know that we’re literally together, so obviously you think of me that way, but… You want to have sex with me, right?”

Rafe reared back a little at that.

“Not in this exact moment, but in general…”

Rafe chuckled to himself, and now it was your turn to frown.

“Don’t laugh at me!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he laughed to himself, his hair brushing your neck as he shook his head. “I’m sorry.”

He leaned in, brushing his lips over your skin, making you shudder.

“I think about what it would feel like to stretch you out every time we’re together,” he whispered.

“Rafe!”

“What?” he laughed, pulling back. “You’re the one who’s convinced I don’t want to have sex with my girlfriend when I think about fucking the shit out of you every time I see you.”

You felt your face heating up at that, and you moved to sit up, Rafe allowing you to.

“You just…you’ve never brought it up. Not seriously, anyway,” you elaborated.

Rafe’s fingers danced along your thighs, his shirt riding up.

“I don’t want to scare you off,” he told you, dirty blond strands kissing his forehead. “You’re too sweet.”

He rested his chin on your thigh.

“Too…perfect to just let slip through my fingers.”

His words shocked you, and you watched him trace patterns into your skin. You didn’t know what to say to that, stumped by his words, torn between flattered and overwhelmed. Rafe wasn’t just intense with his actions…but also his words.

“So…you really don’t mind waiting?”

Rafe pressed his face into your thigh, laughing to himself again. He nipped at your skin, making you yelp, and the grin he gave you was wolfish. His hair hung into his face, and his teeth winked at you, hands on your legs and holding you in place.

“Considering that I don’t ever plan on letting you go,” he drawled, making you chuckle. “I’ll wait forever if I have to.”

He suddenly yanked you down until you were laying back down, and you yelped as he pushed your thighs apart. The air hit you, your clothes and underwear included in the washing machine, and you shuddered. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and you gasped when he breathed on you, clenching down on nothing.

“…but now we have a problem,” he hummed, reaching with one hand to brush his fingers over your folds. “My girlfriend thinks I don’t want to fuck her stupid.”

His eyes met yours, and the blue of them glinted in the low lighting.

“…and we can’t have that.”

You gasped again when he leaned in to swipe his tongue over you with one slow lick. Your stomach clenched, and you parted your legs more.

“Relax,” Rafe hummed. “Just lie back.”

You did as he instructed, eyes landing on the ceiling just as he tasted you again. One of his hands was pressed against your thigh, fingers digging into your skin, and the other slid through your cunt, parting you and admiring you with a low moan in the back of his throat. When he covered you with his entire mouth, your chest arched towards the ceiling.

Rafe’s tongue slid into you, swirling and moving inside of you, making your head spin. His thumb was gently pressed to your clit, brushing and circling over the bundle of nerves. He ate at you like a man starved, and your chest heaved, body overheating and fingers twisting into his sheets.

“You’re so pretty, baby,” you heard him groan, and a short moan escaped. “So pretty and soft…and wet.”

He dived in again, and you squeezed your eyes shut.

“Rafe,” you whispered.

He sucked on your clit, and you whimpered when you felt the tip of his thumb dip into you. Your toes curled, hips bucking and trying to feel more, but he held back. He trailed his tongue down, the pink muscle meeting his own thumb as they worked together to bring you closer to the edge. When one of your hands met his hair, he pulled away, leaving a parting kiss on your wet mound.

You frowned, and Rafe chuckled at the anger in your eyes, your own lips parted when you paused.

You watched as Rafe reached into his pants, pulling them down just enough for his cock to spring free. You couldn’t take your eyes off of it, gaze glued to the color and how hard he was. You couldn’t even think straight, mind short circuiting when cupped you. You lifted your hips with a whine, eyes rolling when he pressed the head of him to you.

“Uh uh,” he softly scolded, pressing a hand to your stomach when you tried to move again.

He gently brushed the head of his cock over your skin, hissing, and you watched as the tip of him disappeared between your lips. That was all though. He didn’t push any further, moving the head of him up and down your folds and making you groan. You clenched his sheets again, squirming, but Rafe was strong, holding you down.

The tip of him dipped into you again, and you both moaned. He continued to slide his cock over you and between you, wetting it and hitting your clit with every other thrust. He slid his hand up and down himself as he did, and you could feel a tightening deep in your gut. Your mouth parted, and your lashes fluttered.

“There she is,” you heard him whisper.

With what little movement you were allowed, you rolled your hips, eyes rolling at the feel of him sliding against you and just barely inside of you. When you came, you stopped breathing, breath hitching and chest tightening. It lasted a long time, toes curling and thighs tensing. When you finally breathed again, you whimpered, still shaking as you made a mess all over his hand and his cock and his sheets.

Rafe was still sliding his cock between you, letting you go and using his free hand to push you open with two fingers. He groaned when he came all over you, coating you and watching it drip down between your core. He cursed, lazily dragging the head of his cock against you and smearing his spend over your skin.

“Better?” he panted, leaning in to kiss the corner of your mouth.

You could only nod, still fighting to catch your breath.

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♥️ To Do List ♥️ 1/31/23

Hi everyone! I wanted to give you guys another, updated idea on what I have planned to post over the next week or so.

Just a reminder that my requests are opened and I have updated my character list and masterlist so give it a peek :)

Let me know in the comments which ones you guys are most excited for!!

-Liz :)

Requests (next few days):

Fluff Request by @sweetashoneyhoney; Steddie x Reader; Summary: Do you want to write some steddie x reader fluff for your favourite reader? Pretty please💕

Smut Request by @hellooitsrose ; Spencer Reid x Reader; Both of them being virgins/inexperienced and super awkward but cute and flustered and mumbling and apologising and just in awe of each other

Angst Request by @drewmorg4n; Negan Smith x GN!Reader; Summary: hii, for your angst night could you do Negan Smith with unrequited love? preferably male reader or gender neutral. any prompt is fine :)

Angst Request by @rockwyn; Maddy Perez x Reader: Summary: hi, can u do a request where maddy got jealous of something and ended up shouting at the reader (soft) which made them cry.

Angst/Flirty Request by @rafesbae01; Rafe Cameron x Reader; Summary: 8. 'I really don't like you.' - 'And I really don't believe you.' Friends to lovers.

Scheduled (within the next few weeks)

February 3rd, 2023: Oneshot Request by @bringinsexybackk69: Daryl Dixon x Wife!Reader Summary: Daryl and his wife were separated at the fall of the prison bit the Reader manages to escape with Glenn. When they end up upon Abe and his crew, reuniting, they form a group looking for the rest of their family. At Terminus, once all the fighting is over, Daryl and Reader reunite.

February 23rd, 2023: Anon Smut Request: JJ Maybank x Reader; Summary: "JJ Maybank smut with best friends to lovers? Maybe they get super high and they get into mischief?"

First Part January 23rd: 'Cruel Summer': JJ Maybank x Reader Summary: JJ Maybank makes it his personal job to see that Topper's older cousin is given the full tour of all that the Outer-banks has to offer, including his way of life.

First Part January 23rd: 'Read It and Weep': NFL!Rafe Cameron x Journalist!Reader: After the journalist reader gets tackled on the sidelines by wide receiver Rafe Cameron, they quickly become enthralled in one another and can't seem to let each other go.

February 25th, 2023: JJ Maybank Unrequited Love Oneshot: Every time the reader and JJ have had feelings for one another, it's never been reciprocated. Until it is.

Starting March 1st, 2023: 'The Chain' Multipart Series: Summary; The Mandalorian is tasked to take on a high risk, high priced bounty, an escort, who he later realizes isn't wanted for the right reasons and takes it on himself to see that she's handled properly.

March 2nd, 2023: Spencer Reid x agent!reader; Summary: "After Reid gets out of prison and they're interrogating Cat, it comes out that she's pregnant with Reid's child. Following a big blow up, the reader has some words with Spencer but also with Cat."

March 16th, 2023: Aaron Hotcher x teacher!reader; Summary: "The reader meets Aaron at Jack's parents teacher conferences and he's heard all about Jack's 'cute teacher' through Penelope who's done snooping and also through Jack who's completely infatuated with her. When he gives her his personal number to reach out to him regarding Jack when he's off on a case, does she take it as an invitation to reach out to him or does she not?"

Eventual (TBD):

'Lights, Cameras, Action' Oneshot: Rafe Cameron x Camgirl!Reader Summary; Rafe falls in love with his most recent camgirl that he's been going to when he craves human (electronic) interaction and affection. Simple as that.

'Him + I' Multipart Series: Bodyguard!Daryl x Mafia!Reader Summary: Daryl is entrusted with protecting his bosses daughter which, in all of his years of working, is proving to be one of the most difficult jobs he's been given. Not because the job is difficult but because she is difficult.

'Breathe Me' Multipart Series: Bucky Barnes x Therapist!Reader Summary: Bucky's difficult part and sharp attitude makes their sessions difficult but his therapist gets right through to him with some 'unconventional' methods.

'Daddy Dearest' Oneshot: Negan Smith x Reader AU Summary: Strictly for the pleasure of @ncllywrites, this lengthy oneshot is about the situationship between Negan Smith, a CEO in New York City, and one of his many assistants. Of course he goes after the one girl who doesn't fall at his feet, making it his personal effort to win her over by any means necessary.

Boarders by the lovely @delishlydelightfuldividers

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₊ ⊹ 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴/𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴

honeymoon (rafe cameron)

rafe cameron (best friends brother!) mini series - in order

₊ ⊹ 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘣𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 + 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴

frat!rafe x tutor!reader

dealer!rafe x pogue!reader

dealer!rafe x rockstar gf!reader

businessman!rafe x assistant!reader

cowboy!rafe x farmer’s daughter!reader

₊ ⊹ 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴

after hours - businessman!rafe x assistant!reader

₊ ⊹ 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘣𝘴 + 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴

69 w frat!rafe

rafe + noncon

rafe + size kink

rafe + lactation kink

rafe + corruption kink

rafe + overstimulation kink

exbf!rafe who calls you at 1am

reader leaving rafe after he cheats

rafe giving in to you when he has to leave

soft(ish)!dom rafe taking reader’s virginity

toxic!rafe manhandling toxic!bratty!reader

reader leaving rafe after too many chances

frat!rafe x tutor!reader doing self care sunday

reader finding out + telling rafe she’s pregnant

friends w benefits!rafe getting high with reader

rafe eating you out while forcing your legs open

giving dealer!rafe head after a good night of business

bsf!rafe showing inexperienced!reader how neck kisses feel

frat!rafe sending spicy pics to reader while she’s in a lecture

rafe fingering you at a party with topper and kelce nearby

cockwarming with stepbro!rafe until he finally pounds you from behind

dealer!rafe dragging you out of a party after arguing with a girl for being all over him

toxic!reader finding out rafe went to the strip club with topper and kelce after she told him no

rafe fingering you until you’re crying and begging him to stop

pervy!stepbro!rafe and bambi!reader almost getting caught

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frat!rafe fingering tutor!reader

stepbro!rafe running into bratty!reader in the bathroom

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mackenzielovee · 3 years

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Omg your writing is novel material 😻😻😻!! Can you do a rafe x reader where there’s build up to the fact that he takes your v-card?? And is like all proud and cocky BC he loves the ~innocence~ but gentle at the same time :0000

a/n: hey babes!!! thank you so much for this request. I would have never written something like this on my own, but actually really enjoyed writing this. I hope I got it right, I tried to include it all in here!! Let me know what you think!

Warnings: swearing, sex scenes, mentions and conversations of losing virginity, and Rafe acting like a king

Word Count: 3.5k

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my one and only - rafe cameron

You're laying on Rafe's bed, absentmindedly scrolling through your phone as you wait for him to finish his shower. He had invited you over, and when you showed up, he just told you to wait in his room and he'd be out in a bit. You huff, finally hearing the water shut off. You can't help but be annoyed - that boy uses up all the hot water before he gets out.

He swings open the bathroom door, a towel wrapped around his waist, and smirks at you. His chest is completely exposed and still slightly wet from his shower, and he watches as you shamelessly rake your eyes over every inch of his skin. You quickly forgive him for taking so long, because it's given you this view.

"Thought you might join me," he smirks at you, coming over to the bed and leaning down to give you a quick kiss.

"Thought you might hurry up since you knew I was waiting," you fire back, giving him a playful glare.

He laughs at you and steps to his dresser, removing his towel and sliding shorts on. You watch him and he knows you watch him, which makes him smirk. He doesn't even bother with his shirt, because with what he has planned, he won't need it.

He turns and jumps on the bed, laying himself down beside you. You grin at him as he does this, watching as he sits up, then grabs onto you and pulls you on top of him. He can already feel himself getting riled up, he's been with you for almost a month now and really, really wants to fuck you.

He immediately starts to kiss you, one hand on your waist and another traveling down your back. You kiss him back, loving the way he tastes. One of your hands goes into his hair, making him moan as you pull on it. His tongue pushes its way into your mouth, which you very much allow. He brings his hands down to your hips and starts moving you against him, moaning into your mouth at how good it already feels.

"Rafe," you groan, feeling your body as it gets excited.

He ignores you, bringing his lips down to your neck and kissing the skin in between your jaw and neck. You let out an involuntary moan, which only encourages him more. His hands travel under your shirt and grab the skin on your stomach, and when Rafe tries to pull your shirt off of you completely, you stop him.

"Rafe, we should chill out," you say, pulling away but staying on his lap.

He looks at you, not quite understanding why you're stopping him, but agrees. He lets out a frustrating groan, but doesn't speak.

You don't want to tell him you're a virgin. Not with how experienced Rafe is. You just believe in your heart that he'll be disappointed with your performance or your body - you're afraid he won't want you anymore if he knows the truth.

"What's going on with you?" he asks finally, afraid to even reach out and touch you because you might pull away from him again.

"What do you mean?"

Rafe licks his lips and sighs, not wanting to sound like an asshole for asking why you won't have sex with him. But every single time he tries to make a move, you deny him and cut him off. He at least wants to know why, or if he's doing something wrong.

"I just don't understand. I mean, I just took my entire fucking towel off in front of you, but you won't even let me see you with your shirt off. What is that? I mean, are you, like, not attracted to me or something?"

You shake your head immediately, "No, Rafe. That's not it, I just-"

"You just what, then?" he asks, meaning for it to come out more gentle than it does.

You take his harshness for impatience, and you wonder if you should just suck it up and give him what he wants. But the thought of losing him makes you afraid.

"I'm a virgin, Rafe," you whisper.

You climb off of his lap and then get up off the bed, sure this will be a dealbreaker for him. Rafe Cameron, you think, the party king and the guy who's probably had the most sex of anyone on the island, is not going to want to put up with your inexperienced ass.

"What?" he gasps, sure he heard you wrong.

You don't speak, you just pick up your phone, and then your bag from the floor. You don't hear Rafe get up from the bed, but when you start toward his bedroom door, he's rushing around to stop you.

"Where the hell are you going? Sit down, let's talk about this," he coaxes you, removing your bag from your shoulder and putting it back on the floor.

You sigh as he leads you back over to his bed, both of you sitting down on the side. He doesn't speak at first, mainly because he doesn't know what to say. You don't either, so the two of you sit in silence for a bit. He finally looks over at you, but his look isn't disgust or confusion. It almost looks like admiration.

"So," he starts, then stops, then starts again, "So, you're telling me-"

He stops himself again, not wanting to offend you or make you uncomfortable. To be honest, the idea of nobody touching you makes him feel like a damn god. Only if you'll let him be the first one.

"I've never had sex," you confirm, speaking slowly to make sure he understands.

"No, yeah, I got that part," he nods, "But, have you..."

"No," you answer. You're not sure what the question is, but you're sure that's your answer.

Rafe's your first real boyfriend, and you don't sleep around. Ever. Obviously. You don't believe in that. You want your first time for it all to be with someone you trust. Someone who will take care of you.

"And, like, is that a thing where you're waiting until marriage, or..." he trails off, afraid of your answer.

"No," you say quickly, watching his neck snap over to you, "I just want to... be with someone that I trust."

Rafe nods his head, not realizing that his eyes are literally taking in every inch of your body. He can't believe you've never been touched by another guy. He can't believe someone as attractive as you can be so pure and so innocent. It completely and totally turns him on.

"Do you trust me?" he asks you after a few minutes.

You look over to him and he looks at you, his eyes looking soft. You reach over and take his hand, then give him a smile.

"Of course," you say. He grins, the thought of him being your first literally makes his heart jump.

"So, I mean..." he trails off again, not knowing how to ask you without sounding like a horny douchebag.

"I want to, Rafe," you say, watching him smile, "I'm just nervous about it."

He nods his head, understanding completely. He brings his hand up and starts to rub your back gently to comfort you.

"I get it," he replies, "I'm right here to help you through it. And we don't have to do anything, not if you don't want to."

You smile up at him but shake your head, watching as Rafe lets out a breath of relief he didn't realize he was holding in.

"I'm just relieved that you're okay with it," you admit, "But I want to. I want to with you."

He feels as if he could fly right now as you say this. You want him to be the first, your first, to see you and touch you and kiss you all over. Just the thought of you makes him want to strip down right now.

"Of course I'm okay with it, baby," he smiles.

You lean in to give him a kiss, which he gladly returns.

Rafe takes you to lunch at the club later on, but he leans down and grabs the leg of your chair and pulls you around so you're sitting beside him at the table instead of across from him. He keeps his arm wrapped around the back of your chair. He hasn't stopped smiling since your conversation earlier. He looks around at the club, knowing that none of these dudes managed to get a girl who only wanted him. He feels like one lucky motherfucker.

He leans over and whispers in your ear as you two wait for your food, "You really want me to be your first?"

You blush immediately, knowing nobody heard but still looking around to be sure.

"Rafe," you hiss. He loves watching you squirm, but he really just wants to hear you say it again.

"You really do?" he asks again, biting his lip to hide his cocky grin.

You laugh, leaning over and kissing him quickly, "Yes, Rafe Cameron. I want you to be my first."

He grins against your lips, and you would've never thought in a million years he would be this cocky about the whole situation. Truly, you thought this boy would run for the hills.

"Holy shit," he mumbles to himself.

He leans forward in his seat and puts his hand on your leg under the table. You smile, loving the feeling of his skin on your own. He starts to gently run the base of his fingers up your leg, stopping about halfway up. He watches you take a deep breath, knowing he's getting to you.

"So," he leans over, whispering in your ear again, "You're telling me, nobody's hand has ever been here before?"

His voice comes out so dominant, so arrogant, and you love it. He knows exactly what he's doing to you.

You shake your head. He smirks against your ear, giving you a little kiss there. He starts inching his hand up again, watching as your breathing picks up. You can feel yourself getting excited, and little do you know, Rafe already is.

He stops his hand right where your shorts rest, wanting to curse as he looks down. They're so short, and you look so good in them.

"And here?" he asks quietly, his voice raspier now.

"No," you shake your head again, your voice coming out weak. That makes him grin.

"Hmm," he hums into your ear. He leans even closer to you, moving his hand up and unbuttoning your shorts.

"Rafe," you warn, getting uncomfortable with the fact that his hand is about to be inside your pants in a public area.

"Nobody's looking, just trust me," he whispers.

You try to relax, but are completely unable to. He wraps his other arm tighter around you, then carefully slides his hand underneath your shorts. He can feel through your underwear how excited he's made you, which only makes him grin. He shoves your underwear aside and traces his fingers along your core, making you gasp lightly when you feel the cold metal of his ring on you.

"What about here?" he asks you, smirking widely now as he watches the expression on your face.

"No, babe," you look over at him now, your eyes beading into his. He smirks and kisses you, a little rougher than usual, then pulls his hand out of your shorts.

"Just checking," he sits back in his chair now, completely content with himself.

You, on the other hand, already feel like a mess. You try your best to discreetly button your shorts, but every nerve in your body seems to be going crazy as you relive the feeling of his hands on you.

He watches you try to wipe the frazzled look on your face, but can't because you feel like every single person at the club knows what Rafe just did to you.

You sit back after a few minutes, relaxing as you convince yourself that nobody could actually see under the table and Rafe had been correct when he told you nobody was looking. To be honest, the feeling of him touching you did not compare to any feeling you have ever had in your life. You really, really wanted him to do it again. But maybe not at the club.

The next day, you go over to Rafe's just after dinner, and you finally have your head on straight. You honestly, truly want to have sex with him. You trust him with your heart, so you should trust him with your body, too. He invited you over to just hang out and watch a movie in his room, not bringing up sex at all. So neither had you. But you surely did plan on it.

Rafe's laying in his bed on his phone when you enter. He smiles up at you and stands, coming to give you a kiss.

"How was your day?" he asks you, setting your stuff down on the chair in the corner of his room.

"Fine," you shrug, "What about you?"

"Same," he replies.

He lays down on the bed and opens his arms for you to crawl in with him. He wraps both of his arms around you and holds onto you for a long time, neither of you saying a word. Having the presence of the other seems to work for the both of you.

"Rafe," you say after a while, afraid he's fallen asleep.

"Hmm?" he hums to you, sounding like he's getting sleepy.

"How does tonight sound?" you ask him, moving so your chin rests on his sternum as you stare up at him.

He opens one eye and looks down at you, trying to figure out if you're serious or not. When he believes you, he pops open his other eye, then brings his hand up to stroke your hair.

"I'm not pressuring you, baby. When you're ready," he replies.

You are silent only for a minute, then move your eyes back up to look at him.

"I'm ready now, Rafe."

His head snaps down at you, a grin forming at the corners of his mouth. He leans down, pressing a kiss to your forehead, then relaxes again.

"Are you sure?" he asks, searching your eyes for even an ounce of hesitation.

"One hundred percent."

That's all he needed to hear. He grabs ahold of you and flips you over on the bed, crawling on top of you and attaching his lips to yours. His tongue quickly starts exploring your mouth. This time, you don't object when he pulls your shirt up off your body, and when he looks down at you, he groans and kisses you again.

Every move he makes feels even better than the last. You love watching as he removes his own clothes, as he kisses down your stomach, to your underwear, pulling them down. Every moan and sound you let out only feeds Rafe's ego, knowing no guy has ever made you make those sounds before. It's literally music to his ears.

His head is between your legs before you know it, and you moan as he leaves small, wet kisses on the inside of your thighs.

"Tell me again," he whispers against your leg, kissing you again.

"Rafe," you whimper, wanting him so bad.

"Tell me again, baby, and I'll take care of it."

You let out a frustrated sigh as you stare up at the ceiling. You have never felt this need, this hunger, this want, for anyone else in your entire life. You just want to feel him, everywhere. All over you.

"I want you to be my first, Rafe," you tell him, feeling him smile widely against the inside of your thigh.

It's just what he wants to hear as he moves his head a few inches over, and gets to work. He listens to every groan, every whimper, every moan of his name, and he fucking loves it. He vows to himself that he's the only man that will ever hear you make those sounds, and his name will be the only one you ever scream out.

When he's finished with you, he kisses back up your stomach, still able to taste you on his tongue. He finds his way back up to your lips, giving you a long, deep kiss in hopes that you can taste yourself on him.

He reaches over to his nightstand and opens the drawer, grabbing a condom from it without breaking your kiss. He puts it on himself, smirking at the idea of eventually teaching you how to do it for him, and then kisses you again.

"Rafe," you say again, the desperation audible in your voice.

"Are you sure, babe?" he asks you one more time, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

"Oh, my God, yes, Rafe," you nod your head. You've never been more sure of anything in your life. You know for a fact he will be taking such good care of you.

"Well," he smirks to himself, "You'll be saying that a few more times tonight."

You laugh and whack him on the chest, but you're sure he's right. If it feels half as good as what he had just done to you, you'll count yourself lucky.

You feel pressure and a bit of pain as he enters you, but are relieved when Rafe lets out a very loud, satisfied groan.

"Holy fuck," he swears.

You whimper, but keep yourself relaxed, knowing it will help it hurt less. He looks down at you and kisses you, moving extremely slow inside of you so as to not hurt you. He moves his head down into the crook of your neck, mumbling out more curse words.

"You okay?" he asks you after another minute.

"I'm okay," you confirm, the pain finally starting to subside.

"Just tell me when it starts to feel better, I'll go faster."

You nod but don't speak, just try to adjust to this new feeling. After another minute or so of him moving very slow, you tell him he can go faster. He obeys immediately, groaning and cursing even louder now.

"Jesus, baby, you feel so good," he tells you, making you smile.

Every fear you ever had about Rafe not wanting you goes away as you listen to the sounds he makes. After a few minutes, it starts to feel like heaven for you too, and Rafe feels relieved once you start moaning and telling him to move. The second you say his name, he spills everything he has into the condom.

When he pulls himself out of you, he's almost thankful that it was your first time, because he's embarrassed he didn't last long. You just felt so damn good around him.

"Oh, my God," he pants as he collapses beside you on the bed.

"I know," you agree.

He turns his head to look at you, watching your chest rise and fall with your breaths. You look so beautiful, and it's still so unreal to him that you chose to trust him with such an intimate moment of your life.

He reaches over and pulls your body into his, wrapping both of his arms around you and kissing your shoulder. You feel extremely lucky, like you definitely made the right choice on waiting for a guy like Rafe to come along.

"Thank you for trusting me," he whispers in your ear, then brings his lips down and kisses your neck over and over.

"Thank you for being so sweet and understanding," you smile, stroking your hand up and down his arm.

You turn around in his arms after a few minutes and stare at his face, taking in every single little detail you can find. His kind eyes, his sharp jawline, the way his hair gets in his eyes when he doesn't gel it back.

"You're beautiful," he whispers, smiling softly at you.

You know he's full of shit, but the comment makes your stomach turn. In a good way.

"Thank you," you reply.

"Do you regret it?" he asks you after a minute, afraid of your answer.

"Hell no," you smile at him, which makes him smile in return.

"Good," he laughs, "Because, just for the record, I plan on being your one and only. Never to be touched by another man as long as I shall live."

You set your head on his chest and giggle, feeling his arms pull you into him.

"Is that a marriage proposal?" you scoff.

He laughs, then looks down at you with a cheeky look in his eye.

"Maybe after round two," he said, then moves quickly out from under you to on top of you.

You laugh loudly, yelling out as he lands on you. Rafe Cameron can't remember the last time he was this happy. So yeah, he's pretty sure it'll turn into a marriage proposal. Married after dating for a month? Crazier things have happened in OBX.

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dreamypeaches · 4 years

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good to love | jj maybank x reader x pope heyward

summary: you and jj decided to show pope what he’s been missing

warnings: SMUT, literal pure filth, cursing

word count: 3.8k (and it’s pretty much all dirty)

a/n: this might be one of my favorite and filthiest things i’ve ever written. jj x reader x pope is my new fave and it’s all i want to write for the rest of my life.

To say your relationship with Pope and JJ had changed would be a lie. Not much had changed at all really. You were still the best of friends, there was just a lot more kissing involved. Like, a lot more kissing. And it was fantastic. Despite both you and JJ being pretty experienced sexually, it never went beyond heavy making out. Neither of you wanted to rush Pope into anything since he was completely inexperienced, and you also didn’t want to leave him out. So most nights together, after a heavy make-out session where some clothes might be shed, the three of you ended up cuddled up on the bed, none of you meeting your release.

You and JJ discussed the potential in the bedroom as you waited for Pope to finish up a delivery. His hand rested on your thigh, rubbing smooth circles into the bare skin as he spoke.

“I mean, it’s gonna be fucking hot,” JJ comments, smirking at the idea of having you and Pope at the same time. You roll your eyes.

“Of course it’s going to be hot, J, but I don’t want to rush him. You know how he gets when he’s overwhelmed.”

“Well then we’ll help calm him down,” He says, a childish grin on his face as he holds up his newly rolled joint. You slap his chest, sending him a glare. He puts on an innocent face, giving the back of your hand a kiss in apology.

“Sunshine, I think you’re the one getting overwhelmed. It’s Pope, let’s just talk to him about it.”

“Talk to me about what?”

You and JJ’s heads snap up. Pope’s voice floated down from where he stood above you on the dock.

“Um…um, you know, we were talking about-” You start to stutter, only for JJ to save you.

“We were talking about sex. With you. We want to have sex with you but we don’t want to make you feel like you have to if you're not ready.”

Dropping your hands into your lap, you sigh, nodding in agreement while refusing to meet Pope’s eyes. There were times where you were thankful for JJ’s blunt nature. When Rafe Cameron tried flirting with you at a kegger and JJ told him to fuck off. When Pope was freaking out about not being smart enough to get into college and JJ told him how much of an idiot he was being. These were all great times for JJ’s bluntness. Now was not one of those times.

The silence cut through you like a knife, neither of the boys speaking up and your voice seemed to be stuck in your throat. You weren’t sure why exactly this was so difficult for you. The three of you could always talk about anything. You’d even told them about the first time you got your period back in middle school. But you loved Pope with all of your heart, and so did JJ, and you just wanted everything to be perfect.

“Okay.”

You’re heart suddenly lifts, along with your head as you gaze into Pope’s beautiful eyes.

“What?” You mumble, looking back at JJ who wore his signature smirk, excitement glowing in his eyes.

“I want to have sex. With you. I want to have sex with both of you and I am ready,” Pope says with a sly smile as he echos JJ’s words. He hops down into the boat, flopping down beside you and JJ. Scratching his neck, his nervous smile makes your stomach flutter.

“I’ve thought about it a lot, and I know you two are a lot more experienced than me, but I don’t care. I love you both and I want to be with you and I trust you to…to take care of me. God that sounds weird,” Pope chuckles and you take his hand. Pressing your lips to his, you can feel him smile against your own smiling lips. JJ pulls you away, moving in to take your place, giving Pope a deep kiss, pressing a hand to the back of his head. Kissing JJ’s cheek, and force the two boys apart, giving them a fake stern look.

“Save it for tonight, boys.”

The rest of the day was filled with an air of anticipation. Teasing touches, hungry kisses, there were a few moments where you thought everything would happen right then and there. Luckily, you spent the day just the three of you, Kie and John B off working, so they didn’t have to suffer through your disgusting PDA. By the time you got back to your apartment (that Pope and JJ practically lived at), you were ready to rip their clothes off. Judging by the way they grabbed you the moment the door was closed, the boys were ready to explode just as much as you were.

JJ’s lips are on your neck while yours caress Pope’s, feeling his blood pound through his veins as you do. One hand moves down his front, dipping below the waistband to palm his half-hard cock through his underwear. The moan that leaves his mouth is heavenly.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” Pope groans. JJ nips at your next one last time before pulling away, resting his chin on your shoulder, eyeing Pope with a smirk.

“Well believe it, baby. You’re getting your dick wet tonight.” He says, forcing a giggle to spill from you. You move away from the door, pulling both of the boys with you down the hall and into the bedroom as you begin to shed your clothes. By the time you fall onto the bed, you’re down to your underwear, bra halfway off, while both boys are stripped down to their boxers. Pope hovers over you, helping you remove the offensive piece of clothing. The groan that leaves his mouth when he sees you bare for the first time makes you blush.

“So beautiful,” Pope exhales, a single finger dragging up your sternum and circling around your breasts. His breathing starts to pick up, movements hesitant as his hands hover over your nipples.

“Don’t be nervous, bubba, just do what feels right,” JJ says. He’s lying on his side next to you, eyes dark as he watches Pope slowly lower his hand down to squeeze your boob. He starts to gently massage it, making you moan at the soft touch.

“That’s it, now touch her nipple. Watch me.” JJ pinches your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, twisting it lightly. You moan at the feeling, the sound becoming louder as Pope copies the action on your other breast.

“Fuck…” he muttered, eyes focused on his actions, trying to get that sound to leave your pretty mouth again, and succeeding. JJ continues to work your nipple, encouraging Pope to copy his movements, leaving you a needy mess beneath them. As much as you loved what they were doing, you were ready for much, much more.

“Pope…JJ…please, I need more.” Pope groans at your neediness, not used to having a girl begging for his touch. The way you whispered his name like a prayer made his already hard member stiffen even more, almost painful against the fabric of his boxers. JJ leans down, nipping at your perky nipple, smirking at the yelp that you make. He shoves Pope lightly, mouth leaving your nipple with a pop.

“You gonna give her what she needs?” JJ says. Pope’s eyes suddenly widen, glancing between JJ’s smirking face and your hooded, needy eyes. Noticing his panicked look, JJ patted his shoulder.

“Don’t worry, bubs, I’ll tell you what to do. Come here, sunshine.” The second part is directed at you, situating himself on the bed so his back is against the headboard as he pulls your back against him. Pushing on your thighs, JJ spreads your legs for Pope, revealing your soaked panties covering your pussy.

“Look how wet she is for us. Doesn’t she look fucking delicious?”

“Fuuuck, yeah she does,” The low tone of Pope’s voice sends a shiver down your spine, eyes meeting his hungry ones. The thought of him absolutely devouring you makes your heart pound. The hunger in his eyes goes right down your core. JJ’s finger trailed down there too. Pushing the cloth to the side, he slides his fingertip through your folds, gathering your wetness before holding his finger out towards Pope.

“Taste her,” JJ demands. Pope follows through, lips wrapping around his wet digit, eyes never leaving yours as he licks your wetness from JJ’s fingers. You can hear JJ’s breathing quicken, the air hitting the back of your ear. His pardon is pressing against your rear as he holds you against his chest, lips exploring your neck.

Pope’s lips meet yours and you taste yourself against his tongue. Your moan vibrates across his lips, making him moan.

“You taste so good,” He mutters against your mouth. You smirk, squirming against JJ’s arm, trying to get closer to Pope.

“Why don’t you taste some more,” You whisper back seductively. In response, Pope’s lips trail down your jaw, moving down the other side of your neck that wasn’t been marked by JJ. He reaches your breasts, taking a nipple in your mouth, giving it some tender care with his tongue before moving to the next one and doing the same. He continues to trail down your body until he reaches the waistband of your underwear. Pope’s fingers hook under it, pulling the clothing down your legs, throwing them somewhere in the room. Leaning down on his stomach, he gazes at your dripping center in awe. JJ’s lips detach from your neck, cheek resting against you as he looks down at Pope.

“Start slow, lick up her cunt a few times. Tease her a little bit.”

Pope does as he says, tongue sticking out to taste you. He moves up and down slowly, a long, breathy moan leaving your lips as he does. You bucked against his face, wanting more, only for JJ to press harder against your waist, biting against your shoulder as he squeezes your throat tighter for a moment.

“We don’t want to rush him do we?” JJ growls. You start to shake your head, Pope’s tongue delving between your folds making you interrupt with a moan. JJ’s hand grasps your neck, squeezing lightly as his mouth presses close to your ear. “Use your words, sunshine.”

“No, we don’t,” you mutter. Pope pulls away from you, peppering kisses to your inner thigh.

“I want to take my time with you. Been waiting for this for too damn long,”

“That’s right, bubba, take your time. This is all for you, she’ll get to cum when we let her. Now, work her clit. Just barely flick against it. I wanna feel her squirm.”

This little lesson continues on for what feels like hours. You do exactly as JJ wanted, squirming against his grip as he instructs Pope on all the best ways to explore your pussy. He purposely makes Pope avoid your clit, only allowing him to touch your sensitive bud every few minutes, just enough to keep you wanting and desperate against him.

You scream out as JJ orders Pope to move to your clit again. JJ chuckles darkly beside you, the vibrations of his laugh moving against your back.

“Please, please, I need to cum! Let me cum against your lips, Pope!” You whimper out.

Pope groans against your cunt, pulling away to look up at JJ, almost asking permission with his eyes.

“What do you think, Pope? Should we give her what she wants?”

“I don’t know, I’m having a lot of fun. But I wanna feel her cum.”

“I bet she looks so beautiful when she cum. I want her to scream your name. You hear that, sunshine, you’re gonna scream his name when he makes you cum. Then it’s my turn with you.” JJ bites at your ear lobe before instructing Pope to start using his fingers. He teases your entrance with the tip of one before slowly pushing it in, an elongated moan falling from your lips as he does. He pumps slowly, reveling in the feeling of your warm walls against him. He starts to pick up the pace as JJ tells him to, adding another finger and curling them against your special spot, your moans growing in volume as he does.

“Fuck, yes, Pope, right there!” you exclaim, head falling back against JJ’s shoulder as one of his hands grasps your breasts, rolling your nipple between his fingers.

“Suck on her clit,” JJ demands, the other hand moving to copy his actions on the other breast. You shout out as Pope does as he’s told, the combination of JJ’s hands on your breasts, Pope’s fingers pumping into you, and his mouth working your clit makes you see stars, fireworks going off in your body as you orgasm.

“Fuck, Pope!” You scream in pleasure. He removes his fingers, lapping up your juices like you were an oasis in the desert he was on the verge of dying from dehydration. Pope sits back on his heels, hand moving up to wipe his shining chin before JJ stops him. Gripping his wrist, JJ pulls Pope towards him, crashing his lips onto his in a heated kiss. He moans as he tastes you on Pope’s tongue, pulling away and gripping your jaw, turning your face to him, and attacking your mouth with his own. He shoves your face away, pushing you onto your stomach and sitting up on his knees.

He grips your hips, pulling your ass back against his bulging member before gripping your jaw again, pulling your back against him. Squishing your cheeks between his finger and thumb, he smiles over at Pope.

“Are you ready for your first blow job, Pope? I bet her pretty lips will feel so good around your cock.”

Pope nods enthusiastically, pulling off his boxers and tossing them to the side. His large dick springs free, the size of it makes both you and JJ’s jaw’s drop.

“Fuck, Pope,” You groan out. Pope’s cheeks heat up as JJ chuckles.

“You’re going to take his cock so well, sunshine.” He pushes you down on your hands and knees, pulling his own boxers down and slapping his dick against your ass. “Mine may not be as big, but I know exactly how to use it. Now open your mouth and take that dick.”

You do as you’re told, opening wide and sliding forward, slowly impaling yourself on Pope’s member. Pope groans at the foreign feeling, accidentally jutting forward, his tip hitting the back of your throat and making you gag. Pope pulls back quickly, palm caressing your cheek as worry overcomes him.

“I’m so sorry, are you okay?” He asks. You just giggle, nodding your head.

“It’s all good, Popey. Just relax, okay? I’m gonna make you feel good.” You move your mouth back onto his dick, taking it a few centimeters at a time. Swirling your tongue around his shaft, you moan as JJ slides the tip of his dick through your folds, running it open and down your wetness. Pope grips your hair harshly, eyes squeezing shut as he is washed in a brand new form of pleasure. JJ groans at the sight before him, your head bobbing on Pope’s dick as the other man’s head falls back in pleasure. JJ sinks into you, cursing as your warm walls surround his dick. JJ starts to thrust into you, rocking you against Pope’s cock as he does.

“How does that feel, bubs?” JJ asks.

“Like heaven,” Pope sighs, fingers gripping your hair harder as you take more of him down your throat. “Fuck I’m not gonna last very long.”

At Pope’s words, JJ suddenly pulls out of you, making you whine at the sudden emptiness. He pulls you off Pope’s cock

“You wanna feel heaven, man? Just wait till your balls deep in her pussy,” JJ promises. He instructs Pope to lay on his back, manhandling you onto his lap. You press your hands against Pope’s chest, leaning down to capture his lips with your own. Kissing up his jaw, you stop at his ear, smiling as you speak.

“I can’t wait to feel your cock inside me, Pope. You’re gonna fill me up so good. Want you to cum in me. Can you do that, Pope?”

He can only nod as you lean back, biting your lip as you meet his eyes. Unexpectedly, you yelp out in both pain and pleasure as JJ slaps your ass, rubbing the stinging skin. His fingers move over to circle your tight hole and you gasp in shock.

“Such a dirty mouth. You’re a dirty fucking girl, aren’t you, sunshine? Are you a little slut for us?” JJ growls. Your moan as he slaps you again, forehead falling against Pope’s.

“Yes, I’m your little slut.”

“Think you can take both of us like the slut you are?” His finger dances at the entrance of your asshole, lifting a pornographic moan from your throat.

“Fuck yes. I want you both.” The grin on JJ’s face is devilish as he smacks your ass again.

“We’ll let Pope have some time with you first. It’s his first time, after all, we want him to feel special.” With that, JJ grips Pope’s dick, giving it a few strokes before lining it up with your entrance and pushing you down onto him.

Curses leave Pope as you sink down onto his incredible length, chest heaving as you almost cry out from the unimaginable pleasure. JJ kisses down your neck as he moves off the bed.

“Ride him good, sunshine,” He says before slapping your ass again, forcing you to move while he goes to rummage through a door. Bouncing slowly on his cock, your palms press against his abs as you grind your hips. Pope’s hands grip your own hips assisting you in your languid movements. You start to rock faster, moans filling the room as you angle your hips so his dick hits your g-spot.

JJ stands beside the bed, stroking his dick lazily as he watched the pornographic scene. He grips something in his other hand, putting it down for a moment to lean down and kiss Pope deeply. He does the same to you, gripping your jaw in his hand as he does.

He suddenly pushes you down so your chest is pressed against Pope’s, ass presented to JJ. He picks up the bottle and you shiver as something cold hits your asshole. JJ’s fingers return to the entrance, gathering some lube before slowly pushing two digits into your tight hole. You hiss out at the new feeling, almost collapsing completely against Pope, who is now thrusting up into your core.

JJ’s fingers pump in and out of you, helping you adjust as he kisses your lower back. He adds another finger, starting to pump again before Pope groans out.

“I’m getting close. Fuck she feels so good!”

JJ pulls his fingers out and replaces them with his tip.

“Slow down, bubba. I want to be inside her with you.” JJ inches himself into your asshole, giving shallow thrusts as he does. You muffle your screams into Pope’s neck, the new sensation of JJ up your ass while also having two dicks at once overpowering you. You feel nothing else except for the pleasure each boy is giving you. You feel more connected to your boys than you ever had before. They develop a steady rhythm, moving together as one just like in everything else they do. Curses fall from your mouthing quick succession as you feel pressure build up in your gut. JJ’s fingers sweep around to your clit, rubbing harsh circles as he can tell you are getting close.

“Cum on his dick, sunshine,” JJ commands.

Pope grips your hair, pulling you up for a wild kiss as his hips start to stutter.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful. You feel so good, I love you so fucking much,” Pope mutters against your mouth right before he comes, shouting your name into the air. You scream out as well, JJ putting extra pressure on your clit and forcing you over the edge. He slows down as you and Pope ride out your orgasms before pulling out of you and practically ripping you off Pop, pinning you onto your back. JJ stares down at your and Pope’s combined juices leaking out of you and lets out an animalistic groan. Gripping your throat, he slams into your pussy and you scream out. His pace is immediately brutal, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room.

“God, you take dick so well, sunshine. You did so well for Pope, made him feel good. Can you do the same for me? I want to fill you up with my cum. I want you to be filled to the brim with me and Pope.” JJ’s downright sinful words make your eyes roll into the back of your head.

Pope is suddenly laying beside you, his lips falling against your like a breath. The kiss is gentle and sweet, a stark contrast to JJ’s rough grip on your neck and hip as he slams into you. Pope’s fingers slide down your front until they meet your clit, rubbing soft circles onto it. He catches your moans and shouts as you approach your third orgasm. JJ’s thrusts are becoming sloppier, groans and curses sounding through the room.

It doesn’t take much longer for you to plummet into bliss, shouting incoherently against Pope’s mouth as you do. JJ isn’t far behind you, giving you a few more brutal, deep thrusts.

“I love you,” He proclaims right before he cums in you, filling you up just like he wanted. Giving you a few more shallow thrusts, he falls off to the side onto his back. The two of you are breathing heavily, Pope leaning over you to capture JJ’s lips, giving him a sweet kiss just as he gave you. He falls onto his back, taking your hand in his own. You take JJ’s and you swear you can feel the energy coursing through the three of you. It’s like a bond created by the universe, a string of fate connecting your hearts to each other that will be forever unbroken.

“So, how was it, Pope?” JJ questions. Pope just sighs before meeting JJ’s eyes across your body.

“Can we do it again?”

Both boys grin, but you just groan and laugh.

“I’m gonna need a break, boys. At least 3-7 business days to recover,” You say, arm falling over your eyes as exhaustion washes over you.

“Who said we needed you?” JJ says before rolling over you, bumping you to the side so he can hover over Pope, meeting him for a passionate kiss. The familiar feeling of arousal creeps into you as you watch the loves of your life share their love with each other. Fingers trailing down your torso, you start to play with your clit before a hand smacks it away. Pope’s eyes meet yours as he continues to make up with JJ, his fingers replacing your own, rubbing circles into the sensitive nub. Sighing in content, you throw your head back, preparing your mind and body for a long night.

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Ivy, Chapter 1 ~ Inhale, In Hell There’s Heaven

Words: 2219

Series Warnings: Underage drinking / Smoking weed / violence / abusive relationships / toxic friendships and relationships

Pt Warnings: drinking / smoking weed / a fight

Series Summary: She’s been faking her whole life, and he makes her realise she doesn’t have to

Pt Summary: A party leads to a reunion

Pairings: Pope Heyward x reader, Rafe Cameron x reader

A/N: okay sorry for dipping but im returning with the first chapter from my new series (yes ik the gif is from euphoria but i love it)

prologue in masterlist

“masterlist”

She meets Sarah at eight, outside the gas station in Figure 8. She is leaning against the cool glass, wearing a bikini and booty shorts and smoking a blunt with a half empty bottle of Smirnoff in her free hand. She is met by Sarah’s disapproving gaze, and sulkily puts the sweet scented blunt out, mumbling about needing some kind of pregame to make it through the party. They link arms, walking in silence through the unlit suburbs, houses too big for their own good.

They hear the party before they see it.

From around a corner, they can hear the deep bass and the loud chatter of drunk teenagers. Sarah, innocent and apprehensive, lets her friend walk ahead, watching as the girl high fives and fist bumps almost everyone, calling out greetings to those she can’t reach, and answering random quick fire questions as she wanders down the front lawn. If Sarah was popular, Y/N was famous. On an island where everyone knew everyone, Y/N was the centre of everyone’s attention - the combination of being an experienced partier and high achiever found the respect of adults and classmates alike. She was the queen of the island, with a hold over the youth that couldn’t be rivalled.

The front door, open already, allows them into a thicker atmosphere, the reception hall opening up, on one side, the living room acts as a dance floor, thriving and jumbling with dancers. On the other side, the kitchen acts as a buffet of expensive spirits and party food. Past the stairs, the dining room is full of more dancers, but also more smokers, more drugs, the air at the back of the house thick with smoke. The large French doors of the dining room open into a huge garden, teenagers in the pool, around the pool, away from the pool.

Y/N leads the way to the kitchen, grabbing two solo cups from one of the red towers, and mixing herself a drink with concerning dexterity. For the first time since they entered the house, she turns to Sarah. Through the hum of the bass and loud shouts, Sarah understands that her friend is asking what she would like to drink. “Surprise me!” She shouts, and the girl in front of her shrugs, a small laugh playing at her features as she grabs a few bottles, some of them alcoholic, some of them not, and concocts a drink. Her hair flashes with the lights, neon pink eyeliner and glitter shining as she moves around, picking up bottles and stirring. After a minute, maybe two, the girl passes a drink back, an excited smile in her cerulean eyes as she bites her lip and gages her friend's reaction. Sarah takes a sip from the red cup, swirling the drink around in her mouth. She can taste the sweet citrus of orange and mango, and the masked tang of the spirits. Her friend shouts a warning, saying she’ll drink it like it’s juice, not vodka, so will definitely be wasted by the night’s denouement.

Sarah feels a sweaty palm grab hers, tanned hands connecting, and then the pair are off again, wriggling their way through the throng of bodies, moving to the beat. Sarah is hardly aware of their path - always ready to follow the girl blindly - until she finds herself outside, in the warm air of the late spring evening, bodies spreading out. Beyond the pool, teenagers stand in groups, some passing bottles or spliffs, some empty handed. Greetings are called out, most aimed for her counterpart, but a few called to her. Eventually, she is pulled to a halt. Kelce and Topper stand before her. Her boyfriend kisses her, and she smiles at the familiarity of the touch, tuning into the conversation, the clear night air allowing the ability to hear.

The talking is about parents - complaining, probably. Kelce is laughing at something Fallon is saying, and Topper is chuckling too. The conversation flows for a few minutes, each person taking intermittent sips from their respective cup. Sarah is talking to Topper, and when she looks up again, her friend is gone.

Y/N shimmies her way through the crowd, her cup dangling delicately from her blue-painted fingertips above her head as she works her way towards one of the dance floors - whichever one has a better atmosphere - she hasn’t decided yet.

She passes on the first, finding herself dancing in the suffocatingly crowded living room. After a while, when her drink is finished and her cup has been knocked away, her thirst gets the better of her, and once again she struggles against the tides of people, trying to get to the drinks. She works her cocktail magic, only drawing her attention away from her contriving at the sound of shouting. The kitchen thins out, and she sees the shapes of two men struggling against each other outside, hazardously close to the pool.

Curious, she joins the flow of people, working her way to the front of the forming circle, winking to Sarah, on the other side. She is surrounded by phone screens, each fixated on the brawl before them, following each punch, each kick.

The two offenders, one of them being the Cameron boy, the other blond and scruffy, seem dead set on causing damage. Before it gets exciting though, two more bodies join the violent fiasco, one of them being Kelce, the other a Pogue - recognisable as John B Routledge.

The crunch and smack of each punch is painful to listen to, let alone tiresome. It’s the same shit every party - someone crashes, and everyone’s mad about it. Rolling her eyes, she sips her drink. She realises that she does know the blondie - he mows her lawn every Tuesday. She almost laughs at the thought, but withholds her self-inflicted humour.

The fight fizzles out, the audience bored and the performers tired. One of the Kooks - he best friend's brother - is surfacing from the pool. She turns to leave, the entertainment of the night having ended quickly, but is stopped by the clammy hand of her friend.

“Does that happen at all parties?” Sarah asks.

For someone known for being an extrovert, she’s extremely inexperienced when it comes to parties. “Sure.” Fallon shrugs, already bored with the prospect of a fight. “Come dance with me.”

After another hour of dancing and drinking, she checks her phone. Her eyes scan over threatening texts from her parents, and countless missed calls.

Fuck them. The epiphany arises, and as if it’s genius, she agrees to her undisclosed plan. Wanting to take action quickly, she leaves whatever boring conversation she’s been dragged into and swipes a bottle of overly expensive whiskey and stumbles upstairs, opening each door cautiously, and slurring an apology at each yell until she finds the bathroom. She locks the door and sits down in the bath, drinking straight from the bottle as she ponders her own life.

She swings her legs up, worn nikes resting on the tiled wall as she drops her back, lying down so that she is nestled into the bath, her falling over her face in the cramped space. She discards the emptied bottle carelessly, enjoying the clunk that sounds as the glass hits the bathmat.

She doesn’t know how long she lies there, turning every detail of her life so far over in her head, but when she wrestles her way out of the bath, the music is still in full flow. She fumbles to unlock the door, opening it into the face of a boy she hasn’t seen in years. “Pope?” She laughs, and he shakes his head despairingly, “Popey!”

“Oh my God, Y/N.” He frowns, not returning your drunken sentiment, “How much have you had?”

She groans, mumbling about his buzzkill tendencies as she almost falls down the stairs, rejoining the lively crowd of teenagers. She stumbles to the door, falling out into the fresh air as she checks her phone again, seeing that it’s almost half past one. She tries to gather her bearings, to work out which way leads home, but her inebriated state fights against it. Mumbling incoherent strings of words - barely able to be described as sentences - she realises that she only lives three streets over. In which direction, she is still uncertain.

“Need help?” The voice sounds behind her, and she spins clumsily, a pair of hands steadying her as she blinks dumbly at the offending face. The same face as earlier - Pope Heyward’s. Oh, so he thinks he’s so cool. Recognition dawns on her.

“Nope!” she hiccups. “Your friend fought Rafe.”

“Yeah.” he chuckles, letting go of her slowly, making sure she won’t fall. She blinks again, gazing at his face with utmost curiosity.

“He deserved it.” she decides, “He gets cocky.”

“That he does.” she tilts backwards again, and grabs her hands, pulling her back up gently, a familiar amused smirk forming as he glances down.

“I don’t think he’s a bad person though.”

The boy in front of her raises his eyebrows, doubt adorning his features. “Debatable. Need help getting home?”

She ponders on it for a second, “As long as you don’t kidnap me.” she shrugs, “But he’s not.”

“Isn’t he?” the boy challenges, letting her walk ahead, swerving around with her arms out as she’s a child playing airplanes.

“Nope.” she bubbles, “None of these people are. I mean sure,” she spins around, sparing a look at the large house either side of her, “they’re backstabbing, fake, plastic assholes, but they’re not inherently bad.” He laughs, and she drapes a tanned arm over his shoulder. “Why’re you doing this?”

“You were wasted, I want to make sure you get home safely.” he explains, and she stumbles forwards, her arm sliding from its place on his shoulders.

“Popey, Popey, Popey.” she giggles, the thought of your childhood friend making you smile, forgetting for a moment that his shoulder was the one brushing against hers. “You used to be so carefree.” Pope nods slowly, your proclamation making sense in his head as he remembered the days before college applications and 4.0 GPAs. “So did I.” she murmurs.

“You seem pretty carefree now.” he scoffs, and she cackles.

“My darling,” she turns abruptly, forcing him to stop as you stroke his cheek mockingly, the sweet smell of alcohol and weed filling his lungs at the close proximity. “I’m a good actor.”

He scoffs again, “You’ve got everything, Princess.”

“In material terms, maybe.” she shrugs, rubbing her eyes so that colourful phosphenes imprint themselves in her vision. “But I’m trapped.”

She stops again on the street corner, and he faces her, unimpressed with her sentiment. “A caged linnet bird, are we?”

She rolls her eyes. “I’m perfect.” she shrugs, and this time he rolls his eyes. “No seriously, I’ve got a 3.9 GPA, I study in the week, but look at me, a party girl. I’m a good friend, I’m dutiful and classy and I laugh at the right times and make the right jokes. I pull off being a preppy good girl and a party girl. But I’m so fucking bored. I want to feel free. I want to feel like I’m invincible, like my parent’s expectations and college plans and shitty friends can go fuck themselves because I’ll be free.”

There’s a glint of confusion in his eyes as he stares at her, watching the light in her eyes renew itself, even the idea of being rid of those metaphorical constraints giving the girl a happier aura. “What about all those times you ran away from home?” she turns to him, a smile on her lips as she cups his cheeks, drunkenly condescending.

She sighs. “I spent a few days high off my ass - it was hardly an escape. I wanna find a way to feel like all the pressures of this island are gone without actually having to leave.” He nods slowly, knowing the feeling, and she smiles, the embarrassment of the outburst plaguing her mind, retrospect sobering her up slightly. The girl steps away from him, “Shit,” she mutters, “I said nothing.”

She turns away, rushing towards the front door, now in sight. “Y/N, wait!”

Pausing, her shoulders drop as she faces the boy again. “Hang out with me, at least once - take a break.”

A frown pulls at her brows, mockery filling her eyes, “You?”

“Yeah, just trust me, okay? I’ll pick you up tomorrow.”

She bites her lip, skepticism adorning her features as she turns the offer over in her head. “10 o’clock - don’t be late.”

She steps backwards, out of reach, and for a second she finds herself wondering what would have happened if she hadn’t pushed the boy away. There’s a moment of silence, and even in her inebriated state she can tell that he’s noticed that she’s changed since their last conversation. In a weird, untimely realisation, she realises that she is not herself, and she hasn’t been for years now.

Confronted with her thoughts, and this boy, she steps away again, turning away and walking towards her house not daring to look back until her door is unlocked. She knows what she’ll see, it will be just like last time. Still, she has to prepare herself for the observation.

He’s gone.

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