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Hi! Love your writing! If you’re up to a rage fic -
I would love an angst trade where he calls reader clingy and she distances herself!
are you busy?
SUMMARY . . rafe gets exactly what he asks for when he calls you clingy in front of everyone and discovers that silence is a lot harder to live with than he expected.
AUTHOR’S NOTE . . 2144 words ( before edit ) ; i did use she/her pronouns for this ; did a little obsession spin on this because i feel like he’d actually become the version he saw you as before his little outburst, so a bit of irony. if anyone wats me to fulfill any more requests let me know !!
MAIN MASTERLIST | PART TWO REQUEST
the party stretches across the cameron property, spilling from the back patio and out toward the water where expensive boats rock gently against their slips. music drifts through air while people move in clusters.
you’ve spent the better part of the evening weaving through those groups looking for rafe, catching glimpses of him only long enough for somebody else to pull him away again before you can get more than a few words out of him.
when you finally spot him near the edge of the deck, talking to topper and a handful of other people, relief settles in your chest before you can stop it.
maybe it’s pathetic. maybe it isn’t. all you know is that finding him feels like finally being able to exhale after spending the last hour searching.
you make your way over without thinking twice, squeezing between a couple of people until you’re standing beside him, your shoulder brushing lightly against his arm as you tilt your head up toward him with a smile.
“there you are,” you say. “i’ve been looking for you.”
for a moment, he doesn’t answer. his jaw flexes instead while he stares out toward the water. you've seen him stressed at things that had absolutely nothing to do with you before. because of that, it takes a second to realize the look he finally turns on you isn’t aimed through you or past you. it’s aimed directly at you.
“can you relax?” he asks sharply.
the smile fades from your face. “what?”
silver fox
jack x reader || authors note: tiktok inspired me cuz today i saw that this girl was dating some forty two year old and he called her purse a pocketbook lol
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there were little tiny moments, you know, the kind that made her stop and really think..
oh, he’s fifty.
like the time when they had just finished eating dinner at their favorite sushi restaurant.
as she stood, he said, "baby, don’t forget your pocketbook."
she blinked at that.
"my what?" she gawked.
"your pocketbook." he said nonchalantly. pushing his chair in
"you mean, my purse?"
he had the audacity to look at her like she was the strange one. "same thing." he scoffed.
she stared at him for a second before laughing.
"jack." she gasped.
"what?" he threw up his hands dramatically.
"who still says pocketbook?" she said, grabbing her purse before he grabbed her hand to pull her away from the table.
he gave her that look.
“no seriously!” she laughed.
"i don’t know, baby.” he playfully groaned. “people with manners?” he tried to defend as she moved her hands to wrap around his toned arm as they walked.
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then, like clockwork he always refused to let her carry anything heavy— not because he thought she couldn't.
because, "i've got it."
"jack, it's literally two grocery bags.” she said as he took the bags out of her hands from where they stood next to car.
"and?" he called to her as he walked towards the front door.
“i can hold my own.” she pouted.
"c’mon baby, i like to do this f’you don’t be upset."
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and don’t even get me started about how every single time they got in the car he’d rest his hand on the back of her seat while he reversed.
she bit her lip and smiled the first time she noticed it happen.
"you know your car has a backup camera." she chuckled.
"i know." he smiled, giving her the perfect view of his jawline as he glanced behind them.
"then why do you still do that?" she wanted to know.
he shrugged as he turned back towards the steering wheel.
she watched as he turned the volume up to the music as he said, "just a habit."
"it's kinda hot." she breathed, her eyelashes fluttering as she blinked up at him from where she sat.
"yeah?" he smirked.
“yeah.”
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of course he still printed boarding passes.
"jack..."
she in disbelief. she watched him fish out his backpack again to make sure they were in there.
“you know they're on your phone."
"i know." he said, zipping up the backpack and stringing it over his shoulder as they continued walking towards the terminal
"okay.. so why did you print them?"
"what if my phone dies?" he questioned, interlacing his fingers with hers.
"baby, we have a portable charger.”
"still."
she just smiled, stopping him to give him a small peck.
he hummed happily but was confused as to why she thought it was so cute.
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and out of habit, he'd send her articles. and nope.. not tiktok’s or reels. he sent her actual news articles.
he honestly thought she’d find them interesting.
so, she would open them almost immediately whenever she’d get the text.
jack: Check this out.
finally, one day as she sat on the couch she just needed to know
"babe..”
"hm?" he looked up from his phone, pushing up his glasses that were resting on the bridge of his nose.
"it's twelve paragraphs."
"uh, yeah." he nodded before looking down at the phone. reading the same article that he had just sent to her.
"there isn't even a video."
"why would there be?" he said in confusion, shaking his head.
pov. rafe shutting his mouth because he’s dealing with a woman who tells him to shut the fuck up, swats him away when he’s getting attitude, hangs up on him when he’s being rude, demands him to change his tone or she won’t be listening or staying there with him.
notes. this is really lazy and short but i hope you like it regardless! nothing but smut below
to say you were mean to rafe was a understatement, people started to feel bad that he was dating you. anytime his mouth got sideways, a rude awakening gets delivered to him.
shut the fuck up, rafe.
and as extreme as the man was, (and can be) he actually did. he closed his mouth, sighing out his nostrils, and leaning back into the couch he was sat on.
ever since the man came across you, he knew you wouldn’t take his shit. you popped off at any little joke he and his friends made that you didn’t like, at parties you’d slap people if they got disrespectful toward you, your mouth was like a machine gun with insults if someone came at you.
for the first time in his life, he had to walk on glass around someone, he took time to think to himself of what not to say and of what he could actually say to you.
it didn’t always used to be this way, in fact, he didn’t even try to listen to you at first because who would’ve thought that the hot headed man who has a violent history would be so pussy whipped?
it wasn’t the way you talked to him that made him so whipped but it was the way you fucked him.
you straddle rafe’s hips, his cock buried deep inside you as you sink down slowly, taking every inch with a smug little smirk. his hands grip your thighs hard, fingers digging in like he’s trying to steady himself, but you don’t let him.
you grab a fistful of his messy blond hair and yank his head back sharply, forcing his blue eyes to meet yours.
“look at you,” you taunt, rolling your hips in a slow, torturous grind. “big bad rafe cameron, all desperate under me. pathetic.” you roll your eyes.
he hisses through his teeth, jaw clenched, but his cock twitches inside you. “fuck… you’re such a bitch,” he growls, voice rough, but there’s no real heat behind it, only that needy edge that makes you laugh softly.
you tug his hair harder, nails scraping his scalp as you start bouncing on him properly, faster now, your pussy clenching around him on every downstroke. the wet sounds fill the room, obscene and loud.
“am i?” you lean down, lips brushing his ear. “bet you’d cum in seconds if i let you. but you don’t get to yet. not until i say.” you taunt. rafe groans, hips bucking up to meet you, chasing more friction.
“shit—baby, c’mon… you’re killing me here.” his voice cracks a little, hands sliding up to your waist, trying to control the pace, but you slap one away and pin his wrist to the mattress above his head.
“keep your hands to yourself or i’ll stop,” you warn, squeezing around him deliberately as you ride him harder. you pull his hair again, tilting his face so you can watch every expression, his parted lips, the way his eyes flutter when you hit that perfect angle. “say it. tell me who’s in charge.” you say.
“you… fuck, you are,” he pants, breath hot against your skin, a broken moan slipping out as you grind down deep and stay there, circling your hips. “don’t stop—please.” he pleads. you laugh low, mean, and bite his bottom lip hard enough to make him whimper. “good boy. now shut up and take it.”
what was even cuter than him struggling while you’re riding him was how he chased you when you got mad.
your legs crossed over one another while sitting on the couch, your hands holding up your phone as he’s arguing with the presence of you.
“it’s just topper.” he starts. “is that hard to get through your head?” he adds, which got your attention, your eyes lifted slowly from your phone. “who the fuck are you talking to like that?” you ask, brows in a scowl.
his jaw flexed. “i’m just saying—” he stared again. “no.” you cut him off as you locked your phone. “try again.” you told him, waiting patiently for him to speak to you
rafe stared at you and you stared right back.
“i just wanna go hang out with topper,” he repeated, this time his tone was monotoned. “and i said okay.” you shrug. “then why are we still having this conversation?” he questioned. you blinked. “you tell me.” you replied and his eyes squeezed shut.
“oh my god.” he muttered, rubbing his face. “shut the fuck up, rafe.” you said, rolling your eyes as you start getting your purse.
when you find your purse, he opened his mouth again, and you pressed your finger against his lips. “actually, no. don’t. because whatever you’re about to say is probably stupid.” you say, flashing a fake smile at him and getting up.
you get up, heels thudding against the hardwood floor. you flick your hair over your shoulders, and he follows. “you can’t just walk away from me.” he states, and you scoff. “watch me.” you reply, the front door swung open, warm night air immediately hit your skin.
your heels tapped against the concrete outside as you headed down the walkway, behind you came the familiar sound of footsteps.
of course he was still following.
“i’m talking to you.” he said but you kept walking. “and i’m not listening.” you sigh out, walking to his truck. “can you stop for two seconds?” he questions, brows in a tight scowl. “can you stop talking for two seconds?” you shot back, reaching the passenger door and turning to him.
“i’m being serious.” he said, looking down at you. you laughed. “that’s the problem.”
his brow lifts. “what does that even mean?” he asked, staring at you intensely. you roll your eyes and start walking again, walking past his truck now.
“hello? what the fuck does that mean?” he asked. finally, you stopped, turning around sharply enough that he almost walked straight into you.
“it means every time you don’t get the answer you want, you keep talking like eventually i’m gonna get tired and give it to you.” you state.
rafe opened his mouth and you pointed a finger at him. “don’t.” you demand and his mouth snaps shut. he stayed quiet, and you nodded once. “that’s what i thought.”
though as obedient as he was when you walked away it wasn’t as easy as it was when he got an attitude.
he has been barking out commands, complaints, and other shit you didn’t care about. he was all up in your face, not calming down because you haven been swatting him away.
it was just you two. your arms crossed while sat on his bed, whilst he was yelling at you. “are you done?” you interrupted him, sighing. he scoffed, looking you up and down. “no i’m not f—“
as soon as he uttered no, you swatted him away and got up, waking past him.
“oh really?” he said, watching you walk away. you look back and nod. “yeah.” you say. “oh really” you told him, walking out the room.
pov. rafe is a piece of shit orrrr…. that’s what your friends say at least. but you can’t get enough of him! so when he calls you all drunk n needy you couldn’t help but let him come over.
notes. this fanfic inspired by a jessie pinkman plot i made up and once again… i think it fits him so well. by the way, thank you guys *so* much for 200+ followers! i feel so special, thank you guys for reacting, reading, and reposting my work.
content warnings. ⸝⸝ fem reader, they almost get caught, shower sex, quiet sex, teasing, drunk rafe, no proof read, needy rafe, rafe finishing inside u,
when dating rafe there was one thing after another, sarah running away and him blowing up at you, restrictions on hanging out with people, constantly having to be around him, him punching holes into your walls, you and him being on off repeatedly.
he’s so suffocating but you can’t get enough of him, so you make up excuses for him…and plus the dick is worth staying for after all the arguments you both go through.
you were playing a board game with your roommates, until you get a call from him, his fake contact lighting up your phone screen. one of your friends catch light of it and smile, thinking it’s a new guy. “ooo, who’s chris?”
“nobody!” you laugh, teasing her right back as you get up and walk down the hallway to your bedroom. “hello?” you say first into the phone. there’s a couple of seconds of silence on the other end, then a sudden laugh. it wasn’t his normal one, either. it was rough and slow.
“baby.” he said, his voice raspy. your stomach immediately drops because rafe sounded drunk, really drunk. you close your bedroom door behind you and lean against it. “rafe?” you say, not actually questioning if it was him despite the tone.
“yeah,” he mumbles. you hear shuffling, the sound of wind rushing through the phone. “yeah, it’s me.” he adds. you pinch the bridge of your nose. “where are you?” you question. “doesn’t matter.” he responded back quickly. “rafe.” you cut him off and he sighs dramatically.
“outside.” he replied. “outside where?” you continue to question him and he paused over the phone. “your place.” he stated and your eyes widen. “what?” you whisper loudly into the phone. “been here like…” he trails off. “i dunno. awhile.” he murmurs.
you hurry toward your bedroom window, pulling the curtain aside, and sure enough, down near the curb was his truck, and leaning against it was rafe. his head was tipped back, and his phone was pressed to his ear. you immediately shut the curtain again.
“are you serious right now?” you reply, but you knew the answer. “very.” he laughs. “you can’t just show up.” you tell him, putting a hand over your face. “why not?” he asked, you could hear the pout in his voice. “because my roommates are here.” you state, staring at the curtain now.
“so?” he replied, all sassy. you let out an exasperated laugh. “so they think we’re broken up, rafe.” you tell him, and he doesn’t say anything. “yeah, well.” his voice goes quieter and smaller. “i hate that.” he says. that catches you off guard, normally he’d argue, normally he’d get annoyed, instead he just sounded tired and hurt.
you hear him swallow. “i haven’t seen you in three days.” he complained. “rafe—” you start. “three days.” his words overlap yours. “that’s a long time.” he complained once more. you listen while you sit down on the edge of your bed. “you saw me monday.” you state, rolling your eyes.
“exactly.” he replied, his voice sounding fragile. you count to yourself the days, had it really been that long had you seen him? “that was three days ago.” you say, confirming it in your head. “yeah.” he adds. “that’s what i said.” he said into the phone.
there was another rack of silence between you two.
“i miss you.” he groans into the phone, like he’s physically trying to lift the weight of the thought of you to make him relax. your expression softens despite the risky situation. through the phone, you hear him kicking at something on the sidewalk. “i know.” you reply. “no, i really miss you.” he said shortly after you, his voice drops lower.
“everything sucks when you’re not around.” he complains, while you stare at the floor. the worst part was that he sounded sincere, really sincere. “have you been drinking all night?” you ask. “maybe.” he blows you off. “rafe.” you say, catching his attention once more. “yes.” he answers.
you press your lips into a flat line. “how much?” you asked and he groans. “don’t do math with me right now.” he replied and you can’t help laughing. immediately, he perks up at the sound. “i like that.” he said with no hesitation. “what?” you ask, confused on what he’s talking about.
“that laugh.” he clarifies. he sounds almost relieved. “been trying to hear that all day.” he said sweetly into the phone and your chest couldn’t help but tighten.
outside, you hear a car pass. inside the apartment, your roommates are still laughing over the board game, and meanwhile your boyfriend is sitting drunk outside your building just because he wanted to see you.
“baby,” he says quietly. you close your eyes, brows furrowing. “what?” you say as softly as you could. “can you come outside for five minutes?” he asked. you hesitate. “please.” he begged, the words come out immediately without his usual attitude, without sarcasm, just need.
“i just wanna see you.” he defended, you let another pause sit between you. “that’s all.” he said. you hear him exhale shakily. “promise.” he said, his tone was so sweet and desperate.
you bite your lip, glancing toward your closed bedroom door. god. the possibilities. the risk. they’ve been dropping hints all week about how much better you seem without him. how toxic it was. how you deserve someone steadier.
but rafe is outside sounding like that, soft and cracked open, and your chest aches. “okay,” you whisper into the phone. “stay right there. i’m coming down.” you tell him.
he lets out this relieved little breath that makes your stomach flip. “thank you, baby.”
you hang up, slip on a hoodie, and creep out of your room. the living room is lit up, your friends not even glancing your way as you head for the front door. you open it as quietly as you can, the cool night air hitting you.
rafe is already at the bottom of the steps, unsteady but moving toward you fast. his eyes are glassy, hair messy, and the second he sees you he reaches out like he can’t help it.
“hi,” he breathes, voice all low and rough the way it gets when he’s drunk. he folds you into his arms right there on the porch, burying his face in your neck. “fuck, i missed you. missed you so much.” he rambles into your skin.
you hug him back for a second, heart hammering. “rafe, shh. come on—inside. quietly.”
he nods against your skin but doesn’t let go right away, hands clutching at your waist like you might disappear. you have to gently tug him through the door, closing it behind you with a soft click.
the hallway light is off, thank god. you take his hand and lead him straight toward the bathroom at the end of the hall, the one farthest from the living room.
your roommates’ laughter spikes again. someone yells something about dice. rafe’s fingers tighten around yours.
once you’re both inside the small bathroom you lock the door and flip on the light. it’s too bright. you switch it off immediately, leaving just the faint glow from the nightlight plugged into the wall.
rafe doesn’t waste a second. he backs you against the sink counter and wraps his arms around you fully, chest pressed to yours, chin tucked on your shoulder. his breath is warm and tinged with whiskey.
“they still think we’re done?” he whispers, voice so soft it’s almost just air.
you nod, running your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. “yeah. they don’t want us together. you know that.”
he makes a quiet, unhappy sound and holds you tighter, one big hand splayed across your back, the other cupping the back of your head like he’s afraid you’ll pull away. his body is heavy against yours, needy in that drunk, clingy way he only gets with you.
“don’t like it,” he mumbles right against your ear, lips brushing your skin. “hate pretending. hate being away from you. three whole days, baby…”
“i know,” you whisper back, keeping your voice as low as possible. your hands slide down to rub his back in slow circles. “but you can’t just show up like this. if they hear you—”
“won’t make a sound.” his voice cracks a little, still so soft. he nuzzles closer, nose pressed to your cheek. “just needed to feel you. that’s all. promise i’ll be good.”
you turn your head slightly and he follows the movement instantly, forehead resting against yours. his eyes are half lidded, vulnerable in the dim light. he’s holding onto you like a lifeline, arms locked around your middle, thumbs stroking small circles against your sides under your hoodie.
“you’re really drunk,” you murmur, smiling despite yourself. “yeah,” he admits, no shame in it. “but i’m yours.” he says. your fingers trace his jaw. he leans into the touch, eyes fluttering shut.
“stay quiet, okay?” you whisper. “just for a little bit. then we’ll figure out how to get you back out.” you tell him, a soft smile on your lips.
rafe nods, but instead of loosening his grip he pulls you even closer, chest rising and falling against yours. “don’t wanna let go yet,” he breathes, the words barely audible. “feels too good. you feel too good.”
you stay like that, wrapped up together in the tiny bathroom, his needy hands roaming gently over your back while your roommates laugh obliviously down the hall. his voice stays soft the whole time, every whisper laced with that raw, drunk tenderness he saves only for you.
he pulls back just enough to look at you in the dim nightlight, eyes glassy and soft. his voice comes out in the quietest whisper, almost shy. “baby…” he swallows. “can we… can we shower together? just for a little bit?” he asks. your eyes widen a fraction. “rafe—”
“i’ll be good,” he says immediately, forehead pressing back to yours. his hands slide up to cradle your face, thumbs gentle. “promise. i just… i need to feel you closer. i miss you so much it hurts. please? i won’t do anything, i swear. just wanna hold you under the water.” i
he sounds so needy, so soft and desperate, voice barely there. his fingers tremble a little against your cheeks.
you bite your lip, listening to the muffled laughter from the living room. this is risky. really risky. but the way he’s looking at you—like you’re the only thing keeping him steady right now—makes your chest ache.
“okay,” you whisper back. “but we have to be really quiet. like, dead silent.”
rafe’s whole face lights up with relief. “yeah. yeah, i can do that. thank you, baby.”
he doesn’t let go of you as you reach over and turn the shower on, letting the water heat up while keeping the light off. the sound of the spray covers most of the noise. you both strip down quickly, clothes left in a quiet pile on the floor. rafe keeps touching you the whole time—hand on your waist, fingers brushing your arm, like he’s scared you’ll vanish.
once the water’s warm you step in first. he follows right behind, sliding the curtain closed as softly as possible. the second there’s space he’s on you again, arms wrapping around your middle from behind, chest pressed flush to your back. the hot water rains down over both of you and he lets out this shaky, relieved sigh against your neck.
“fuck… there you are,” he whispers, voice low and rough-soft. his hands spread wide over your stomach, holding you tight but careful. “feels so good. you feel so good.”
you turn in his arms so you’re facing him, water sliding down both your faces. he immediately tucks his face into the crook of your neck again, holding onto you like you’re his anchor. his body is warm and solid, needy in every line of contact, but true to his word he keeps it soft—no wandering hands, just desperate closeness.
“missed this,” he murmurs right against your skin, lips brushing with every word. “missed you. three days is too long, baby. way too long.”
you run your fingers through his wet hair, holding him just as tightly. “shh. i know. just stay quiet, okay?”
he nods, pressing a slow, gentle kiss to your shoulder, then another to your collarbone. his arms stay locked around you under the warm spray, bodies tangled together in the small space, hearts beating against each other while your roommates keep laughing down the hall, completely unaware.
you’re still wrapped up in each other under the warm spray when a sharp knock echoes through the bathroom door.
“hey, you in there showering?” your roommate’s voice, bright and curious.
rafe tenses against you, but you’re already moving. you press a finger to his lips, eyes wide. he nods quickly.
“lay down,” you whisper, barely audible. “in the tub. now.”
he doesn’t argue. with a soft, reluctant sound he sinks down, folding his tall frame into the bottom of the tub, water still raining over him. even like this he reaches for you, big hands wrapping gently around your ankle, sliding up your calf, thumb stroking slow circles against your wet skin. needy even when hiding.
you clear your throat, keeping your voice steady. “yeah, i’m showering. what’s up?”
the door cracks open. your roommate pokes her head in, the steam swirling around her. you keep your body angled so she can’t see down into the tub.
“sorry, just wanted to check. we heard the water and i thought you were already in bed.” she pauses, then lowers her voice like she’s sharing gossip. “also… there’s a truck outside that looks exactly like rafe’s. parked right by the curb.” she says.
your stomach drops. rafe’s hand tightens around your calf, fingers pressing in gently, still stroking like he needs the contact to stay calm.
“really?” you say, forcing a little laugh. “that’s weird. but it’s not him. he wouldn’t show up here. we’re broken up, remember? plus i heard he’s been with that girl from the party last weekend. he’s definitely not thinking about me.” you mention.
rafe’s fingers pause for a second, then resume their soft, soothing touches, tracing up to your knee and back down. you can feel the tension in his grip, but he stays perfectly quiet, breathing slow against the side of the tub.
your roommate laughs. “yeah, true. god, i’m glad you’re done with that mess. he was such a headache. okay, i’ll leave you to it. don’t use all the hot water!”
“won’t,” you promise, smiling until the door clicks shut behind her.
the second she’s gone you let out a shaky breath. rafe sits up slowly in the tub, water streaming down his chest, and wraps his arms around your legs, pressing his face to your thigh.
rafe is still down in the tub, water cascading over his chest and shoulders, looking up at you with those glassy, needy eyes. “baby,” he whispers, voice hoarse and soft, hands sliding slowly up your legs. “come here. please. come down here with me. i need you closer. just for a minute. please?” he begs.
he tugs gently at your calf, eyes pleading. “i’ve been so good. i miss you so fucking much. sit on my lap. let me hold you right.” he slurs as he speaks.
you hesitate, but the way he’s looking at you, wet hair plastered to his forehead, lips parted, all soft and desperate makes your resolve crumble. you carefully lower yourself, straddling his lap as he lays back in the tub. the warm water pours over both of you as you settle onto him, knees on either side of his hips.
the second you’re there rafe lets out a shaky breath and his hands are everywhere; roaming slowly up your thighs, over your hips, sliding up your waist and back down again. big palms gliding over your wet skin, possessive but gentle, thumbs brushing the underside of your breasts before drifting lower to squeeze your ass softly.
you can’t help it. your own hands start moving too, tracing the lines of his chest, fingers sliding through the water over his shoulders and neck. heat pools low in your belly fast. you shift a little on his lap and feel him, hard and warm beneath you, and it makes you throb with sudden want.
“rafe, baby, we can’t,” you whisper, voice shaky against his ear, even as your hips twitch once. his hands keep exploring, slow and needy, one cupping your breast while the other grips your thigh, pulling you tighter against him.
“we have to be quiet,” you breathe, forehead pressed to his, trying to stay in control even as arousal builds hot and fast. rafe nods quickly, lips brushing yours as he whispers back, voice low and rough soft, full of that drunk tenderness.
“swear we’ll be quiet. i promise, baby. i’ll be so good for you. just need to feel you like this. please don’t stop touching me.” he rambles while his hands roam again, slower this time, worshipful, holding you close while the water keeps falling around your tangled bodies, the risk making everything feel even more intense.
“okay.” you reply and he shifts, flipping you both with surprising strength for how wasted he is. your back presses against the cold porcelain of the tub, a shiver running through you as he settles between your legs, his weight pinning you down. water sloshes around you both. his face hovers inches from yours, eyes glassy and dark with want.
“you’re so beautiful,” he whispers, voice thick and rough. “fuck… i love you so much. missed you… missed this.” his hips grind slowly against you, hard and insistent. “tell me if it’s too much, okay? i love you… i love you.” he says to you.
he reaches down, lining himself up, and slides into you in one deep push. your mouth falls open in a moan but he quickly plants his palm over it, muffling the sound as he starts fucking into you. deep, needy thrusts that make the water ripple around you.
“shhh… quiet, baby,” he slurs, breath hot and whiskey laced against your cheek. his words are slow and heavy. “gotta be quiet for me… fuck, you feel so good.”
you moan again into his hand, body arching under him, and he presses harder, hips snapping deeper. “quiet… that’s it… love you… so much.” his rhythm stays steady but messy, drunk and desperate, every thrust punctuated by another slurred whisper in your ear.
you moan into his palm as he thrusts deeper, the cold tub biting into your back while his warm, heavy body presses you down. rafe’s drunk, whiskey scented breath ghosts hot over your ear, his voice slurred and rough.
“shhh… quiet, baby. gotta stay quiet for me,” he mumbles, lips dragging along your jaw. one of his big hands slides up your side, gripping your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple as he squeezes. his other arm braces beside your head, thick bicep flexing hard against your shoulder.
his chest is solid and warm, smooth muscle slick from the water, pressing flush against your tits with every roll of his hips. you can feel every ridge of his abs contracting against your stomach as he fucks into you, deep and messy, his cock stretching you open.
“rafe… fuck— it’s too big,” you whimper against his hand, voice shaky and breathless. “i can’t… it’s too much, baby.” you continue, whimpering still.
he groans low in his throat, the sound vibrating through his chest into yours. “yeah? you struggling?” his words slur together, hot and needy. he pulls his hand away from your mouth just enough to hear you better, then slides it down to grip your thigh, spreading you wider. “tell me… tell me how it feels.” he orders.
you gasp as he sinks in even deeper, his hips snapping forward. “you’re too big… i’m so full— rafe, please…” your fingers dig into his back, nails scraping over the hard planes of muscle rippling under his skin.
he buries his face in your neck, kissing and biting softly as his hand roams again, palming your ass, pulling you up into each thrust. his biceps bulge as he holds himself over you, chest heaving and slick against your breasts. every powerful stroke makes his abs flex tight on your belly, his whole body heavy and desperate on top of you.
“fuck, i love you,” he whispers, drunk and broken. “love how tight you are… missed this pussy so bad. you taking me so good, baby… just a little more.” he says softly against you.
his hand returns to cover your mouth as you moan louder, muffling the sound while he drives in harder, water splashing around you.
“quiet… be quiet for me. i got you… i love you so fucking much.” he rambles. his free hand keeps exploring, squeezing your hip, sliding up to pinch your nipple, then back down to rub your clit in sloppy circles, all while his muscular body pins you to the cold tub, fucking you deep and needy.
you whimper against his palm as rafe slows his thrusts, dragging his thick cock in and out of you in deep, lazy strokes that make your walls flutter around him. the water laps gently around your bodies with each roll of his hips, no longer splashing wildly.
“rafe… it’s too big,” you breathe out shakily when he lifts his hand just enough for you to speak, your voice trembling. “i’m so full… can barely take it, baby. fuck—”
he groans low and sloppy against your skin, his movements unhurried now, savoring every inch as he pushes back inside you.
his lips drag wet and slow up your neck, then down across your collarbone, leaving open mouthed kisses that are messy with whiskey and need. he sucks lightly at your pulse point before dragging his mouth lower, lips brushing over the swell of your breast, tongue flicking lazily against your nipple.
“shhh… i know, princess,” he slurs, voice thick and heavy, breath hot and boozy against your damp skin. “too big for you… but you’re taking me so good. missed you so fucking much.” he rambled on and on.
his heavy chest presses flush against yours, warm slick muscle shifting with every slow grind.
you feel the hard ridges of his abs contracting lazily against your stomach, his biceps bulging as one arm braces beside your head and the other hand roams, squeezing your waist, sliding up to palm your breast, thumb circling your nipple while his lips keep dragging sloppily up and down your throat and chest.
he kisses and nips wherever he can reach, leaving wet trails that cool instantly in the air.
you moan softly, fingers digging into his broad back, nails scraping over the flexing muscles there. “rafe… slow like this— it’s so deep… i can’t—”
he cuts you off with another messy kiss to your neck, lips sucking gently as he rolls his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt and staying there for a moment, grinding slow and filthy. his cock throbs inside you, stretching you open so perfectly it makes your eyes flutter.
“love you… love you so much,” he whispers right against your ear, words slurred and broken. his free hand grips your thigh, pulling it higher around his waist so he can sink even deeper. “tell me if it’s too much, baby. i’ll be gentle… but fuck, you feel too good.” he whispers to you.
he keeps the pace torturously slow, lips never leaving your skin; dragging, kissing, licking sloppily down your neck again, then back up to capture your jaw.
his muscular body stays heavy on top of you, pinning you to the cold tub while he fucks you deep and needy, every lazy thrust punctuated by another whispered “i love you” and another wet, drunk kiss.
you moan into his neck as rafe keeps rocking into you with those slow, deep thrusts, his thick cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside you. his lips stay sloppy on your skin, kissing and sucking messily down your throat while his heavy, muscled chest presses you harder into the cold tub.
“rafe… fuck— i’m so close,” you whimper, legs tightening around his waist. “you’re too big, baby… it’s too much, i can’t” you whine to him.
“cum for me, princess,” he slurs hot against your ear, whiskey breath thick, hips grinding deeper. “love you… need to feel you cum on my cock.” he said.
his hand slips between you, thumb rubbing messy circles on your clit while his abs flex tight against your belly with every lazy thrust. you cry out softly, clenching hard around him as your orgasm hits, body shaking, nails digging into his back as you pulse and soak his cock.
rafe groans low and broken, burying his face in your neck. “fuck— that’s it… good girl.” his thrusts stutter, slower but harder, muscles tensing all over as he follows right after. he spills deep inside you with a slurred moan, hips jerking lazily through it, filling you up while whispering “i love you… love you so much” against your damp skin.
both of you stay tangled and panting, his heavy body still pinning you to the tub, lips dragging soft and drunk along your collarbone.
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How i be reading smut wth a straight face in bed
killah (jjk) [9]
pairing: managing partner/lawyer!jungkook x spoiled brat!reader ft. namjoon
genre: strangers/lowkey one sided enemies to ?? idk bec you irk him, angst, smut, like slight fluff, infidelity au (jungkook has a girlfriend aand it's not you yet?)
wc: 7.2k
warnings: this is a series! so please visit the killlah (jjk) [series masterlist] for a tiny summary and some extra info !! sooo, in this chapter, you can expect: multiple (continuous) mentions and descriptions of throwing up, so if you're queasy,,, i'm sorry, it's like i couldn't stop once i started, much like our girl, so just power through this once for the plot. oc is a bit of a mean girl as usual, and dramatic.... entitled, a little jungkook-crazy obvi. its gonna get angsty as usualll,,,
!!extra disclaimer!! this is partially edited. the ending MIGHT seem a bit womp womp writing wise but trustttt i'll fix it soon
Bed chem request: jk/oc teasing each other a little too hard that one gets upset and the other is grovelling 🤭
Or another of the many instances of the friend group sending oc to check up on jk although idk how often this happens now that they are together <‘33
ok i dont have time to write out the full scenario but LETS TAAAALKKK
habits of a clandestine nature | jjk
pairing: collegejk x female oc (angst, smut)
warnings: college!jk, rich!jk, he's a college nepo baby!!!, waitress!oc, flashbacks to summer, (mild) enemies to lovers, oc lives with tae (they're besties), jk is besties with jimin, mentions of parents infidelity, mentions of oc's virginity (lost prior to the story starting), a little angsty, jk is nawt a fuckboi, but he is stewpid, unprotected sex, bathroom escapades, multiple positions, oral (f), mentions of blowjobs, house parties, jackson wang!!!!!!!, yoongi has no lines but is also one of my fave characters lmao
wordcount: 16k
note from holly: this was written as a commission over on ko-fi!! it went through soooo many changes and edits - at one point it was over 24k lmao. i have so much lore and backstory for this couple, but I'll save it for a rainy day!! one of the main prompts was the 2004 classic a cinderella story, and there are little nods to it throughout the story, including the diner name!! a commenter on wattpad said the pairing reminded them of danny and sandy from grease and like... i see it lmao. anywaysss enjoy!! <33
minors dni // cross posted to wattpad
You’ve Got Mail: Jungkook One Shot
Request: Hi! I really love your writings! If your requests are still open, can you pls write a Jungkook story? Ex-lovers in high school where he broke up with her because he got bored or something like that. Then they met again in university and wants her back again. (Angst but happy ending pls). Thank you!
Description: After a messy breakup with high school heartthrob Jeon Jungkook, you swore off dating once you got into college. Even though it left you lonely, it was easier than being hurt. But one fateful blind date changes everything for you, and you realize that maybe isolation isn’t the answer either.
Word Count: 12.9k
Pairing: Jungkook x (gender neutral) Reader
Tags: Barista!Reader, Graphic Design Student!Jungkook, Non-Idol!Au, Ex-Lovers to Enemies to Lovers (? I guess? Haha)
Genre: Whole lotta angst, fluffy ending
Warnings: None!
A/N: It’s been two weeks since I’ve posted wtf!! But I’m back and less than a week away from the Rose Bowl concert, holy cow. This ask has been in my inbox for MONTHS, so I need to say thank you to the anon who sent it for waiting so long! I really enjoyed this request, so I hope you guys like it too!
Also, if you want to follow me on Twitter please do so! My handle is @/plzpunchmebts. I would post a link, but rumor has it Tumblr killed links and I’m not taking any chances. I’ll be posting concert videos and pics there, so please give it a follow if you’d like to see that!
- Mercury
You were never too keen on blind dates. Everything about them felt…artificial. It wasn’t that you were a romantic, not especially, but you had to admit that being forced on a date by meddlesome friends took some of the magic out of dating. When Sua had mentioned a cute new boy in her class who was too busy studying to date, you had to admit the red flags began waving in your mind. Of course, you could relate. College was taxing and it was difficult to find time to even eat three meals, let alone date. Perhaps if things had cropped up organically, you’d have been more excited. But the forced union was a little cumbersome.
The nerves and the insecurity and the fear, none of it was especially fun. But Sua had been adamant that the two of you would hit it off, and with her eyes round and expectant, her brows raised, and her lips pouted, you really didn’t have any room to deny her. You figured one night of discomfort was better than months of guilt, and even though you figured things wouldn’t work out with this mystery man, you’d humor your friend. After all, making friends in college wasn’t easy.
Making friends in general wasn’t easy.
Afficher davantage
the habits of a broken heart.
☾ genre : soulmates au, unrequited love, art student!JK, english student!Y/N, angst, fluff, subtle enemies to lovers
☾ pairing : jeon jungkook x reader
☾ summary : jungkook and you are soulmates. so says the matching crescent moons on both your wrists. however, things are never as easy as they seem, and you are quick to learn that falling in love with someone who does not believe in love is a one-way ticket to heartbreak.
alternatively,
“You still are, you know. Worth it.” You release a shaky breath. “But I was stupid to think that I am too.”
☾ word count: 26.3k (my biggest one yet!)
☾ author’s note: this took forever oh my gosh! i really hope you like it! it’s my first time writing such a big single piece, and trying a different style. thank you so much for your support, always! please let me know what you think ♡
Afficher davantage
this genuinely just made me tweak out right now FUCK
jack abbot doing that thing where he’s shushing you even he’s the reason you’re making all that noise. like he’s got you pinned to the bed on your side, curling his body over you to keep reaching that spot. asking “what’s all the fuss about, hm?” and holding your face with fake concern while railing you to literal pleased tears.
you’re grabbing onto whatever part of him you can, tugging the freckled skin as the thick of him splits you open with rough strokes. unraveling you thrust by thrust.
“j…jack,” is all your voice can bunch out of your damp-with-sweat, bouncing figure. the rest of what you say just spills into loud, melty, fucked-out noises.
“that’s my name, don’t wear it out,” he mumbles, lips against your ear. they peck a quick kiss along the shell before he grins at your loud pants—which is exactly how he wants them… wants you. loud and crying (good tears, of course) and stuffed full of him. you cry out his name again, and he just bucks into you harder. feeling a little light headed himself. “shh, baby, i know. we’ll getcha there.”
Kiss It Better (Stan Rosado X Reader)
DESCRIPTION: After getting dragged to a party to get over your stupid ex, you meet Stan Rosado. It goes well... until said ex suddenly shows up. WORD COUNT: 3k WARNINGS: College!AU. Drinking. Partying. Meet cute! First kiss. Slight fake dating. Super cute fluff. NOTES: Idk if anyone will read this, but PLEASE GANG. LOCK IN ON THE FACULTY. HE'S SO GOOD IN THAT MOVIE. READ ON AO3! - MASTERLIST
A Statement of Pride" by Nigerian artist and photographer Favour Jonathan
LITTLE GREEN MONSTER - JACK ABBOT X READER
☆ WORD COUNT: 1.3K
☆ SUMMARY: A slip up. That was all it was– a moment of weakness at the beginning of your residency, in which you had formed a crush on Robby, your boyfriend's best friend. You didn't think too much of it when laughing about it with a friend, though an eavesdropping Jack doesn't find it quite as funny as you do.
☆ CONTAINS: established relationship, fem!reader (can be read as GN I think) Brief mentions of daddy issues, and that’s about it.
☆AUTHORS NOTE: Based on this request! Fahhh, jealous jack is my weakness, imagine him all hot and bothered over a crush you had ages ago. Dude’s usually so confident in himself, but one mention of you giving an inkling of attention to anyone else, and he’s acting like a clingy mess. HOT.
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“You’re kidding me, right?”
Jack’s voice carries over the hustle and bustle of the department, just enough to have some nosy colleagues turn their heads and try to tune into the drama.
♡ as in angelfish ♡
♡ pairing: jack abbot x fem!reader
♡ synopsis: when dr. park is called down to the ed for a consult, jack's jealousy is riled when he gets a little too familiar with you, & you're then made to spend the rest of the evening reassuring him that you belong to one man only.
♡ content: park gets flirty, jack is jelly, pining!robby, medical inaccuracies, p in v sex, fluff, reader gets some hickeys
♡ a/n: based on these requests, ty!
"What're we lookin' at, angel?" utters Dr. Park when he enters the trauma bay you and a small team of others are currently assigned to. Though, you imagine for not much longer once Brendon has the patient escorted upstairs when he takes over the case.
You make to explain, until Santos, who's just at the end of her shift, but still wanted to see gnarly, exposed bone before she took off, interrupts. "Angel?" she asks suspiciously.
Brendon levels her with his famous, phlegmatic tone. "As in angelfish," he sneers.
She nods with pursed lips and raised brows, as if to silently say Alrighty then.