Summary: As soon as you meet Edward, you're both drawn to each other with an intensity you never expected
Words: 2.2k
Warnings: None
Y/N’s POV
I step into the Cullen house, my heart racing in my chest, and my mind filled with a mixture of fear and fascination. Bella has brought me here, introducing me to the family of her new boyfriend - Jasper Hale - and I can hardly believe where I find myself. I know their secret, the one they’ve been hiding from the world, the fact they’re vampires. And I know Edward can read minds which makes the whole situation even more daunting. But, as Bella races off to find Jasper, I’m left alone I the living room, taking in the stunning surroundings.
The Cullens’ house is unlike any place I’ve ever seen. The air is heavy with an unspoken history, and everything within is both timeless and modern. A grand piano rests against one wall, a dark mahogany masterpiece, and the soft notes of a melody linger in the air, a testament to the musical talents of the family. On the opposite wall, a massive bookshelf houses an impressive collection of novels and ancient texts. Their spines form a spectrum of human knowledge, artfully arranged.
My gaze drifts to the floor-to-ceiling windows that frame the room, offering a breathtaking view of the dense, ancient forest that surrounds the house. The trees stand tall and proud, their branches intertwined like guardians, protecting the Cullens from prying eyes. The afternoon sun filters through the leaves, casting dappled shadows that dance across the polished wooden floors.
As my eyes linger on the tranquil forest, my imagination takes flight. I envision myself running through the woods, feeling the cool, damp earth beneath my feet. The leaves would crunch softly with each step, and the intoxicating scent of pine and damp earth would fill my senses. My heart would race, and a rush of adrenaline would surge through me as I lose myself in the untamed beauty of the wilderness. But, what captivates me the most is the idea of running through the forest in the rain. The thought of raindrops falling like liquid diamonds from the heavens, pelting the leaves and creating a gentle, rhythmic melody, sends a shiver of delight down my spine. In my daydream, I am drenched, my clothes clinging to my skin as I twirl and leap through the woods, liberated and carefree.
The rain washes away all my worries and fears, leaving only the exhilaration of the moment. It's as if the world, with all its complexities and complications, has melted away, leaving only the simplicity and purity of the rain-soaked forest. It's a feeling of utter peace, a sense of being one with nature and the world, a sensation I've longed to experience again.
Lost in the serenity of my daydream, I sense a subtle presence to my right. The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, and a strange but not unwelcome shiver runs down my spine. Slowly, I turn my head to see one of the Cullen brothers standing there, a striking figure with sharp, chiseled features. He exudes an air of quiet strength and confidence, and I can't help but admire his physical appearance.
As I take in his feature, I quickly realise that this isn’t Jasper, as Bella would undoubtedly be with him if he were here. Besides, Jasper is known for his blond hair, which contrasts with the dark brunette locks of the Cullen brother beside me. His eyes, however, remain a shimmering gold, and their intensity is captivating.
Going over Bella’s description, I recall that she mentioned Emmett to be big and buff. Emmett is tall and muscular. He has dark curly hair and dimpled cheeks. Despite his intimidating appearance, he is light-hearted and carefree. This man in front of me is almost quite the opposite with perfect and angular high cheekbones, strong jawline, a straight nose, and full lips causing my heart to quicken with a sudden realisation. In a hushed voice, I tentatively ask, “Edward?”
The name hangs in the air between us, my uncertainty evident in the way I speak his name. The Cullen brother gives a small nod, his eyes holding a hint of amusement and there’s a small smile on his pretty lips as he says, “Hello.” His voice is a velvet whisper that sends a shiver down my spine. My cheeks heat up in response, and I can’t help but feel flustered by his presence. Turning my face away from him, I gaze out at the enchanting forest, using the breathtaking view to regain my composure.
But just as I start to calm my racing heart, I sense his movement. Edward is moving closer, somewhat hesitantly as if he’s scared to do so but he moves so close I can feel the coolness of his chest against my back. The physical proximity is both thrilling and nerve-wracking, and I can’t help but wonder what his intention are as I continue to look out at the tranquil forest.
The peaceful silence in the room is broken by Edward’s soft voice, barely above a whisper, “I like your mind,” he admits, his words sending a rush of warmth through me, “It’s quiet.”
His words wash over me like a gentle caress, and I can’t deny the intrigue of his interest in my mind. It’s a compliment I could never have anticipated, coming from a vampire who can hear the thoughts of others. The intimacy of this moment is palpable, and I can sense the internal struggle within him, as if he’s torn between his desire to touch me and the realisation that we’ve only just met.
Despite my rational thoughts screaming at me to maintain my distance, I surrender to the magnetic pull of Edward Cullen. My back leans into his cool, sculpted chest, and the sensation of his icy hands on my hips sends a shiver of anticipation coursing through me. It's as if the enchantment of the Cullen house, the breathtaking view of the forest, and Edward's irresistible presence have combined to create a spell that I am unable, and unwilling, to break.
Closing my eyes, I allow myself to become completely enveloped in everything Edward. I’m hyperaware of how he feels behind me, the firmness of his chest pressed against my back, the subtle rise and fall of his breath against my neck as if it’s a force of habit for him despite vampires lack of need to breathe. His scent, a delicate blend of lilac, honey and sunshine, fills my senses and intoxicates me, wrapping me in a warm, inviting embrace.
The moment feels intensely romantic, the air electric with the unspoken connection between us. I know that Edward can read my thoughts and perceive my view of him, and in this vulnerable instant, I choose not to resist. I grant him access tot he unfiltered depths of my desire, allowing him to see and feel the passion that simmers beneath the surface.
The tension in the room crackles, the rain outside intensifying as if mirroring the fervour building within us. It's a clandestine dance of two souls drawn together by an unexplainable force. In this silent, electrifying embrace, I become an open book for Edward, my thoughts and desires laid bare, and I can only wonder what he'll make of the desires that race through my mind like wildfire
With a slow and deliberate movement, Edward turns me to face him, his eyes open and unguarded. They flicker with a hint of vulnerability, as if he, too, is uncertain of the depth of this connection. His gaze drops to my lips, and I can feel the warmth of his breath on my skin as he hovers close. His fingers twirl my hair around them, an intimate gesture that feels like an attempt to memorise every part of me that he can reach. The air crackles with anticipation as I hold my breath, my heart pounding in my chest, The world outside seems to fade away, leaving only the two of us in this electrifying moment.
Edward’s gaze remains locked on mine, a silent promise of the depths of emotions and desire that lie beneath the surface. In the hushed room, our shared anticipation and vulnerability create an electric tension that’s impossible to ignore. His lips are tantalisingly close, and I can feel the coolness of his breath as he hovers near. It’s as if he’s about to kiss me, his intentions clear in the smouldering depths of his golden eyes. But he hesitates, his voice barely a whisper as he mumbles something about not being able to stop once he starts, a confession laden with both longing and restraint.
Unable to resist any longer, I tangle my fingers in his tousled hair, an intimate gesture that communicates my desire and intent. With a gentle, yet urgent push, I guide his face the rest of the way down until his lips finally meet mine.
As our lips meet in a hesitant and guarded kiss, a complex swirl of emotions and desires floods the space between us. Edward, despite his initial restraint, can’t help but respond to the fiery connection we share. His lips, cool and soft, brush against mine with a caution born of a lifetime of self-control. The kiss begins with a tentative exploration, as if he’s testing the boundaries of this newfound intimacy.
The initial hesitancy slowly gives way to a growing intensity, and I can sense his need for more. His grip on me tightens ever so slightly, fingers digging into my hips, a delicate balance between desire and restraint. His response is careful, as if he’s constantly aware of his vampire strength, wary of causing any harm to me. The kiss deepens, his passion building, and the chemistry between us becomes an irresistible force that pushes us further into uncharted territory.
With a slow and deliberate movement, he begins to walk me backwards, his lips never leaving mine, until my back makes contact with the cool glass of the windows, drawing a gasp from me. It has Edward smiling softly, golden eyes a little glazed as if in a trance of disbelief this is happening before his cold nose bumps my neck, making my pulse jump. I should be scared by how close he is to my jugular but I don’t feel any fear or anything, especially when Edward places a soft kiss on my jugular, a silent acknowledgement of the temptation that throbs beneath my skin. His lips are cold, but their touch is gentle, sending shivers of desire coursing through me.
My hands tangle back in his soft locks, guiding his lips back to mine, their coldness a stark contrast to the burning passion that courses between us. In that moment, I am both vulnerable and empowered, willingly allowing myself to be drawn further into this intoxicating dance of desire.
Each kiss makes me feel more alive, more connected to a world I never knew existed. The world outside may be drenched in rain, but in this electrifying embrace, a different kind of storm rages, a tempest of emotions and desires that we can’t control. His lips, cool and velvety soft, meet mine over and over again in a symphony of fire and ice, a fusion of elements that ignite a burning desire deep within me.
His body presses against mine, a solid and unyielding presence that leaves me feeling both vulnerable and empowered. The contrast between his cool skin and the heat of my own sets my senses ablaze. As we deepen our connection, the room seems to spin around us, and I lose myself in the feeling of everything Edward.
The room is charged with our passion, and I can feel it deep in my core. Every kiss is like a secret, a stolen moment in a world that is entirely our own. We lose track of time and space, our lips locked in an intimate dance that only intensifies the fever that has drawn us together in the first place.
But then, like a bolt of lightning in our own private storm, I hear Bella’s joyful squeal. Edward pulling away from me, and I let my face fall into the warmth of his chest, overwhelmed by embarrassment. As I hide from the world, I can feel the soft rumble of amused laughter in Edward’s chest, a sound that both soothes and electrifies me in equal measure.
“Fuck yeah!” Bells shrieks with joy and I flip her off over Edward’s shoulder as he wraps his arms around me, stifling a laugh as he can probably hear all of my silent insults and embarrassed thoughts thrown Bella’s way.
“It’s okay.” He murmurs, fingers carding through my hair and I just hum, letting my eyes flutter closed in contentment. I don’t care how quick this is happening, all I know is I need Edward and no-one else so I’ll live with the embarrassment if it means I can have Edward.
you were heading off to the island club to have brunch with your friends. rafe was outside on the patio, on the phone with barry. you step into his view—perfectly pink painted toes shown off by your wedged sandals, tight little body barely covered by the scraps of fabric you call clothes, your hair styled in pristine condition. you looked beautiful.
“rafe,” you whisper, trying not to be rude while interrupting his conversation. you messed with the hello kitty keychain on your shoulder bag. “I’m leaving now.”
rafe loses all his concentration on his conversation as he turns to stare at you. he tilts his head up, giving you that smug smile that you love so much. you giggle, stepping forward and gathering his face in your hands. you two engage in a sloppy, dirty kiss that would make the nuns at church gasp. he pulled you onto his lap, holding his phone an arm length away.
“rafe, I have to go!” you whined as he began kissing on your neck.
he sighed, rolling his eyes playfully. he nudges you off of him but still kept your hand in his. “alrigh’ get outta here,” he teased.
“yo! country club!” barry’s voice boomed through the phone. “‘r you listening to me?”
he always promised to take you on more dates when he got out of jail, and jj was a man of his word.
a gross, seedy dive bar on the outskirts of town wasn’t exactly what you had in mind — but jj was all over it. he was said to have been locked up with a couple of the guys that work there now, and would be able to score the two of you a couple of free drinks, and that was enough to convince you. plus, you didn’t really care where you went with jj — you were just happy to be able to spend time with him again.
“look, if my probation officer has no problem with me bein’ here, it’s clearly safe. you got nothin’ to worry about — i know these guys.” jj grins reassuringly, noticing your unsure expression as he opens the door to his truck for you. “now would i bring you somewhere if i wasn’t one thousand percent sure you’d be alright? no. that would be like, neglecting my duty of care for my girlfriend. just wasn’t raised that way, mama.” you raise an eyebrow as he loops an arm around your waist, walking you towards the door — internally questioning what he meant considering he practically wasn’t raised by anyone.
there’s a chorus of his name when he walks in and you shy to his side, clinging to his arm. he meets and greets, before the attention is turned to you, smiling bashfully through the ‘and this must be the famous girlfriend. you know we thought maybank was lyin’ about you.’ along with all the usual banter.
the real fun doesn’t start for a few hours. the place has cleared out a little, and you’re a couple of drinks in, feeling a lot more loose and comfortable. your boyfriend nurses the same beer he’s had for a while now, making a conscious effort not to go over the legal driving limit because he could not afford to get sent back into the slammer over something so dumb. for entertainment, the two of you are stationed at a pool table in some dimly lit corner, feeling your body get hotter just at the blonde explaining the rules of the game.
“you wanna hit this ball with this ball, n’get it into this hole. i already know you’re gonna be a pro at this, okay — i have full faith in you.” he chuckles, because you both know it’s likely not to be true. he passes you the cue stick, giving your ass a little pat in gesture to position yourself. “bend over the table a lil’ f’me.” he instructs, eyeing the table before smirking at his own double entendre. “i know y’know how to do that, atleast.”
you bite your lip, containing your growing excitement — but can’t help yourself from making a real show of it, lining up your stick with the ball and really laying your body on the table to have your ass practically stuck in the air. whilst you’ve been tugging your mini skirt down all night, you finally just let it ride up to the bottom crescent of your ass cheeks. the cherry on top was the way you glance over your shoulder, pouting your glossy lips.
“like this, jayj?”
he’s glancing around the room for any watchers before cementing his vision to the sight of your panties peeking from beneath your skirt. “yeah, yeah just like that actually.” he’s distracted, and shakes himself out of it to lean over you and adjust your hand placement on the stick. “there y’go, atta girl. like i said, total pro.” he praises and to retaliate, you press your ass into his crotch making him clear his throat. “dont start sumn’ you can’t finish, lil girl.” he chides teasingly, as he backs up a little, eyeing you — but you can tell he’s getting wound up.
“not doin’ anything.” you smile impishly, practically waving your lace panties at him as your skirt rides up even more. he steps closer protectively, looking around as he scratches beneath his nose — making sure no one else can get a peek.
“nah? well in that case, don’t mind if i do…” his eyes are flitting round still cautiously as a hand slips between you, skilfully forcing your panties aside and sliding his fingers through your glossy folds. he smirks, brows jumping up and his tongue poking out to fiddle with the corner of his mouth. “oh? wha’s got you so excited mama? i dunno you must really like playin’ pool. you’re soaked.” he teases, licking his lips and leaning down to speak to you a little quieter. you pretend to continue lining up your shot, but your hands get shaky and you can’t keep the cue stick still.
“just happy to have my man back.” you admit sweetly which is the final straw for him. he pulls your skirt back down and steps away, making a real show of licking the residue of his fingers.
“right, right — y’know i hear the bathrooms here are like, super spacious. we should pro’lly go check it out, right? see what all the hype’s about.” he nods casually, helping you stand up straight.
“but jj, what about our game of pool?” you pout theatrically knowing you don’t really care. he turns to you, cornering you against the table.
“well i mean, i’m suggesting the bathroom out of respect. trust me, i got no issue gettin’ all in those guts right here on the table infront’a everyone. s’your call, babydoll.” he thumbs at your chin and your lashes flutter as an immediate response, feeling your mind go to mush.
“uhm… bathroom.” you agree shyly and he nods with a simple smile, patting your cheek.
“tha’s the spirit cupcake. that pool table ain’t goin’ anywhere.” jj commends, leading you by the lower back to the glowing bathroom sign on the wall.
you curled your legs into your chest and laid on your side, wishing nothing more but for the ground to open up and swallow you whole.
your period decided to grace its presence a week early this morning, red staining your new comforter and sharp pains carving your insides into shreds.
your phone pinged from beside you, followed by another.
groaning, you reached for the device before unlocking it.
message from: rafe
'want 2 cum over?'
you cringed at his wording that, any other day, would have made you laugh and make your way over. but all you wanted to do was, well, vomit.
message from: rafe
'u alive?'
how charming.
you tossed your phone across your bed and smushed your face into the pillow, screaming into the plush material as your stomach doubled into knots.
"yo."
your eyes fluttered open to the sound of a man's voice, rafe's voice.
there he was. standing in your room.
"r-rafe?" you mumbled, forcing yourself to sit up as you wiped the sleep from your eyes.
"how the hell did you get in here?"
"the window," he said in a 'matter of fact tone.'
rafe had snuck through your window multiple times in order to avoid your parents, but what he didn't know was that they were out of town for a couple days.
"why weren't you responding to my texts?" he asked, breaking the silence as you noticed him staring at your phone discarded to the side.
"rafe, i'm really not in the mood for your dick in me right now- so if you could so kindly leave-"
"since when did you not want to fuck?" he laughed, eyes squinting in disbelief as you groaned loudly, another cramp hitting your stomach like a truck.
"since blood decided to gush out of my lady parts this morning," you snapped.
rafe was always an ass, but you were not in the mood for bantering.
his eyes widened for a second before dropping, his pupils softening at now realizing your uncomfortable state.
"at least you aren't pregnant," he chuckled, nose scrunching as he shrugged his shoulders.
oh you could sock him right in the face.
"fuck off, rafe," you spat, throwing your pillow at his body but unfortunately he dogged it.
you gave him the finger before rolling over and yanking the covers over your body.
you heard him mumble something under his breath before leaving your room, this time through the door.
you would have cried from his reaction, hormones speaking, but your body was exhausted.
"wake up."
was that rafe, again?
"rafe, what did i say?" you groaned, rolling over dramatically and pulling the blanket down, "i don't want to have sex-"
now wasn't that a sight.
rafe cameron standing in your room with a grocery bag and heating pad.
"calm down, i come in peace," he says, placing the bag next to you before kicking off his shoes and moving to sit in front of you.
"is that chocolate?" you asked, taking out a bar before grabbing another. and another.
"i didn't know which one, so i got options," he raised his hands in defense, "didn't need you ripping my head off."
you couldn't help but laugh quietly, a smile forming on your lips as you mumbled a thank you.
"rom-com?" you asked, eyebrows raised as you inspected the DVD case you pulled from the bag.
he cleared his throat before scratching the back of his neck.
"you're the weirdo who enjoys them."
"hey!" you gasped, smacking him with the case before tossing it to the side.
"well this weirdo is about to watch this movie, so don't think you need to stay here hostage," you said, watching his eyes soften as he bit the inside of his mouth.
"i'll go heat up the heating pad."
you don’t know how you got into this situation.
cuddling with your fuck buddy—his arm wrapped around your waist and legs tangled together, your hands in a bowl of popcorn mixed with m&ms.
the corny rom-con played across the tv, rafe not paying much attention as he kept stealing glances at you.
“feeling better?” he asked, voice soft as he squeezed your waist.
you turned to look at him, a small smile on his face as he raised an eyebrow.
“not really,” you sighed, giving him a teasing smile as he hummed.
“really?” he asked, face only inches away from yours as his minty breath fanned over your lips.
before you could answer, rafe closed the gap to connect his soft lips with yours.
you’ve kissed rafe multiple times, granted it’s been during more intimate moments—but this time felt different.
he was slow, and caring. he was gentle with you.
his hand caressing the side of your face as if you were made of glass, the complete opposite of how he would in bed.
he pulled away for a second, blue eyes locking with yours—the only noise being the movie in the background.
“what about now?”
you bit your bottom lip, eyes closing for a second as you hummed…thinking.
authors note i would be so down to party with rafe (besides the coke) writing fics about parties is fun because i can put in sfuff i’ve either seen or experienced at the parties i’ve gone too. this is really long so be prepared. feedback is always appreciated <3
summary topper is throwing a party at his house one weekend invites you and your two best friends. you see someone staring at you from a distance which happens to be rafe cameron. the two of you have history together and hadn’t seen each other for two months. what happens when you finally see each other.
warnings drinking, smoking, kissing, swear words, implied smut at the end
Considering it's the weekend, there will be a party tonight. Tonight will be Topper Thorton's party. Everyone comes to his parties; once word gets out, you can bet they'll be full. His parents are on the main island for the weekend, so he's taking advantage.
Every weekend, there are parties on the Outer Banks. Taking advantage of being plastered and having the party shut down by the cops because the neighbors complained about the noise.
You were walking out the door to your car when you felt your phone buzz in your purse. Topper texted you about his party and wanted you to come if you didn’t have anything later. Of course you said you would come and get drunk.
When you got into work, you went in the back to put your personal stuff in your locker, then clocked in. You work at the local shoe store in town that’s very popular. Your two best friends, Sophie and Aubrey work with you too.
You met Aubrey and Sophie in English freshman year of high school. Sat in the same row the whole year and everyday you three joked and talked about the craziest things. Your friendship grew and grew.
The three of you were in the back organizing the shoe boxes before the store opened. They told you about the party before you could tell them.
“I was gonna tell you guys but you beat me to it” you laughed, putting the shoe’s in the box.
“You know how fast word spreads here, Y/N.” Aubrey states, leaning over you on the stool, putting a shoe box in the open space.
“Yeah, you got a point there” you place both hands on your hip, backing up.
“Plus we get to have fun tonight” Sophie states.
You three laugh in agreement and get back to work.
Eight hours later, the three of you were getting ready at your house. The party doesn't start until ten thirty, giving you plenty of time to prepare for the long night ahead. Aubrey and Sophie only came to your place because you live five houses down from Topper.
While you three did your makeup in the bathroom, your outfits were put out on the bed. Tonight, you're wearing a black crop top tee with gray loose cargo pants that show off your beautiful curls, which you've curled with gold jewelry to make your outfit pop.
Sophie brought buzz balls from the local liquor store to prepare. Usually, one of you will buy drinks before the party and then drink more at the party. You jugged the buzz balls together after changing into your outfits.
“Alright, let’s get fucked up tonight” you exclaimed with a smile.
When you walked up the street to Toppers, loud music from the inside of the house could be heard from outside. There was a large group of girls pulling up at the same time– you girls have never seen them before. It sounded like water splashing from the pool in the backyard.
Your nose was immediately filled with the smell of weed. Music filled the entire place, and you had to talk-yell to be heard. People passing around bottles and then pouring them into their mouths.
The girls nodded and followed closely behind you as you said, "Let's find drinks in the kitchen."
A broad range of drinks were available in the kitchen's fridge and on the counter. With Aubrey and Sophie joining you in getting your second drink of the night, you three were prepared to get shitfaced.
The sound of drunk Topper's voice saying, "Well well, look who finally arrived at the party" comes from behind you. He is shirtless, his arms are open, and he is holding a drink in his left hand.
It doesn't surprise you that Topper is already drunk at his own party because it has happened frequently before.
“Drunk already?” While hugging him, you laughed.
He nods slowly, "yeah, I am, but I'll be fine by the end of the night, trust me," he smiles with his teeth, aware that he is lying to himself but plays it off.
"Whatever you say, Topper," Aubrey replies as she walks by him, touching his shoulder and pointing to the dance floor.
"We'll see you around, Topper," you remark as you walk out of the kitchen.
When you walk by the back door that leads to the balcony, you can sense someone looking at you. Your gut wants you to double-check before it's too late. You can't tell who it is because of all the people surrounding you.
“Who are you looking at?" Aubrey asked, puzzled, while glancing in the same direction as you.
"I think that's Rafe staring at you," she says bluntly.
"This can't be happening to me," you mutter as you brush your fingers through your hair.
Rafe Cameron and you have a history together. Last summer, you met at a Halloween party and that was the first time you met officially. You guys hung out with friends a couple times after hooking up here and there. You last spoke with him two months ago, following an altercation he sparked about this guy flirting and touching you at this party.
You were obviously upset with Rafe for what he did to the poor guy, he meant no harm. You decided to end hooking up with Rafe because you didn’t want this fighting guys continuing. There’s times where you think of him or see his posts on social media, he looks really good.
"Hey, don't think about him. "We came here to have some fun and possibly not remember this night in the morning," Sophie said, assuring you.
"You're right, let's go party," you move your body to shake off the negativity.
It's been an hour and all you can think about is how much fun you're having. To the beat of the music, bodies dance up on each other. With the weed and alcohol in your system, your body feels like it's on cloud nine.
One of your friends brought his weed to the party and asked if you three wanted to have a little smoke sesh. Of course you all said yes.
You looked over your shoulder and saw Aubrey and Sophie dancing on these guys; they seemed to be having a good time. On the other hand, you were having fun in your own world.
When the song changed, you could feel your hips swaying to the beat of the music. Aubrey and Sophie, who were still with the boys, encouraged you and made you grin.
Everyone in the room appeared to be enjoying themselves. You were amazed that the cops hadn't yet arrived at the house. When parties are thrown, it is common for neighbors to call the cops, but as the parties kept coming back they gave up.
"I'm going to get another drink; I'll be right back," you say to the girls. They tell you to be careful.
You pushed your way past the mob to the balcony, where there were cold drinks. Humming to the sound of music playing from inside. When you stroll past a couple girls you remember from school, they smile and wave.
You rummaged through the Truly's, Mike's, and Smirnoff's in the cooler in hopes to find one that would catch your eye. You made the decision to choose Smirnoff.
When Kelce notices you looking in the cooler, he calls you over to the group who are already seated. Kelce stands up from his chair to hug you.
"Y/N, how are you doing?" He asks. You haven't seen Kelce in a while, but he always treats you well when you talk with him.
"I've been busy with work and apartment search. How about you? You respond openly before taking a sip of your drink.
“How's it going? And juggling work and school," he chuckles, shaking his head.
You shrug your shoulders and say, "Honestly not that easy, but I think I found a place I'm thinking of applying at."
The conversation went on for another ten minutes and you excused yourself from the group and went back inside. The whole time you were wondering where Rafe was because he’s usually outside with Kelce or Topper.
You walk through the crowded area as you enter the loud house. You ran into a strong chest by accident, and they smelled great. It turned out to be Rafe Cameron, who is already staring down at you as your eyes wander up.
Your jaw dropped in your drunken state.
He looked so good in his gray pants with a plain black t-shirt with his gold chain that fits perfectly around his neck. He changed his hair, it looks really good.
"Long time no see, Y/N," he says bluntly, grinning as he slowly places his hands on your waist, pulling your body closer to him. You can smell the mixture of cologne, weed and alcohol on him too.
"Hi Rafe," is all you could say as you looked down at his hands on your hips, slightly blushing at his hand placement but attempting to cover up your redness.
He chuckles.
“You look beautiful,” he compliments.
“Thank you, you don't look bad yourself, Cameron” you remark.
For a few moments, you two have a small conversation. As he opens his mouth, you take a long sip of your drink, knowing in your gut that he's going to say something interesting.
“I’m sorry about what happened. I should’ve never acted the way I did” Rafe says with an apologetic look.
You bite your bottom lip, nodding your head, trying to process what he said in your drunk state. You accept that he is apologizing but he could be talking out of his ass as you two speak honestly. Won't forget what he did though. You felt too drunk to be talking to him about this right now too.
"I appreciate your apology, but as you can see, I'm drunk, like really drunk, so talk to me in a few days about this," you pat his chest with your right palm, trying to walk away from him because you really didn’t feel like dealing with him tonight.
Rafe nods, "Wanna dance though?" He leans down and whispers into your ear.
Chills run down your spine by the way he whispers. You make eye contact with him, nodding in approval.
You hate that he still has that effect on you no matter what he does or says.
He leads you into the dance floor, turning your body so your back is against his front and running his hands down your sides towards your hips. You lean back into his chest, your hips swaying to the beat of the music.
When Sophia and Aubrey hear a few guys chanting Rafe's name on the dance floor, they quickly turn their heads, assuming you're with him.
The tension between Rafe and you grows quickly. As you continue dancing, you can’t help but grin at the fact you two have each other wrapped around both your fingers. His firm grip on your hips don’t leave your body, his lips attached themselves to your neck, leaving soft kisses.
You know you shouldn't be doing this but in your drunken state, you want to do this.
“Let’s go somewhere else, yeah?” Rafe whispers.
You stop your movements, turning around facing him, confused but curious at the request.
He sighs, “up there” pointing up at the ceiling, indicating a room.
Rolling your eyes, agreeing.
You look over your shoulder, scanning the room for Sohpie and Aubrey who are nowhere to be found. You start to worry, you go to the group chat but they text you saying they’ll wait for you and be with the guys they met.
You walk in front of Rafe till you find the guest room.
The room was dark.
You sat on the edge of the bed, hands on your lap, as Rafe turned on the lamp on the nightstand next to the bed.
Rafe leans in front of you, his hands on your now-partially separated thighs. You glance up with doe eyes, anticipating his next move. He can't help but notice your plumped lips and then your eyes as he realizes what game you're about to play with him.
The game is simple: you tease him by giving him doe eyes, tilting your head to the side, and saying things that make him wonder if you're serious about what's going to happen. You like to add sarcastic comments here and there. Usually, he fails and you win.
"You look so fuckin' hot right now," he exhales, "you know you're killing me, Y/N."
"You think I'm hot?" "Am I on fire or what?" You make a sarcastic remark.
"You think this is funny now, huh?" He hates it when you make sarcastic remarks to him.
You don't give a damn. So you keep going.
"I know, I know, I'm quite the jokester," you say, smirking and biting your lower lip.
Rafe doesn't want you to win, but he knows you will regardless. He knew there was something about you that had him hooked the moment he laid eyes on you. He realizes what he did was wrong, and the two months of not communicating or seeing you destroyed him.
“You wanna keep it up with the sarcastic jokes and laugh?” His voice is stern, almost as if he was ready to pin your hands over your head and take you there.
"And what if I want to keep it going?" You can feel his body tense up as you drag your hand below his t-shirt and play with his lower stomach.
"Oh, I think you know what's about to happen," he says before he smashes your lips together, catching you off guard.
Before you know it, clothes taken off, touching, heavy breathing and moans filled the guest room.
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Summary: Rafe and you have been best friends since you were young. However, now that he got his new girlfriend you suddenly realized that you could possibly like him more than simply as a friend.
Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader
Warnings: anxiety, mentions of drinking
A/N: Its been a while yall, but i’m back!! I hope y’all enjoy :)! ( i hateee this but i hope y’all love)
angst to soft!
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Summer went away,
You’ve been best friends with Rafe since as long as you can remember, but last summer was the summer where everything changed.
The summer before your first year of college.
School was back up and you were also starting to look at Rafe with a different eye. He was taller, tanner, smarter, he’s growing up.
Still the yearning stays.
Everytime you’d pass Rafe in the hallway hed give you a short smile but never really acknowledge you.
You missed last summer when you guys would hang out everyday, tell eachothers every little secret, and have the best deep conversations at 2am.
You knew at this moment that things might never be the same again.
I play it cool with the best of them.
For the first time in months Rafe contacted you, he invited you to go to a party with a lot of people from your school.
When you arrived, that’s when you seen him with her.
He had his arm around her neck and her long blonde hair rested on his lower arm.
I wait patiently, he’s gonna notice me.
“It’s ok, It’s ok” You whisper quietly while gaining the courage to go up and talk to Rafe.
As you walk up to him he gives you a half-hug due to the blonde on his right.
“Hey Y/N i haven’t seen you in a while.” He grins.
“Yeahhh, I guess i’ve been busy yknow with all the test and s-” Immediately you get cut off by a high pitched voice.
“Rafeyyy cmon let’s go play some games this is boring.” She says with a pout.
“Mkay babe. Bye Y/n” The boy said walking away without a glance at you.
It’s ok we’re the best of friends, anyways…
About a week after the party Rafe finally calls to check up on you.
“Hey y/n.” He drowsily says .
“Rafe? It’s 1:00am what are you calling me for?” You voice concerningly
“I just miss my bestie that’s all” He laughs.
I hear it in your voice,
You're smoking with your boys.
I touch my phone as if it's your face.
“Rafe are you high right now?” You almost shout.
“Yes, Maybe, No.” He giggles.
“Rafe do you need me to come get you?”
You rush to grab your keys and your wallet to go pick Rafe up.
“No i’m here with my girlfriend.” He says.
You stop in your tracks, immediately getting a sick feeling in your stomach as soon as those words come out from his mouth.
“Oh Okay, we’ll I’ll talk to you some other time okay?” You suggest.
And with that he hangs up the phone without a goodbye.
I didn't choose this town,
I dream of getting out.
There's just one who could make me stay,
All my days.
As a kid you and Rafe would always talk about how when you guys were 25 you’d move to London together, and to this day that’s still your biggest dream.
You hate this place, it’s full of people who will be rude to you just based off of how you grew up.
Surprisingly Rafe is now dating one of those girls, Lily.
From sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes
I waited ages to see you there
I search the party of better bodies
Just to learn that you never cared
You promised yourself after last time you would never go to another college party, but here you find yourself at one that Rafe invited you to.
You would be lying if you said you’re here because you wanted to party, you’re waiting to see him.
You see Lily off in the crowd dancing, She’s perfect. You understand why Rafe would pick her. Her hair flows perfectly in the wind, her makeup is never less than flawless, and even though you want to tell yourself that she’s ugly, she’s one of the prettiest girls you’ve ever seen.
As you study Lily you see Rafe come up from behind her and hug her.
You're on your own, kid
You always have been
The whole night Rafe didn’t even bat a single eye at you, so you left.
I see the great escape
So long, Daisy May
I picked the petals, he loves me not
Something different bloomed
Writing in my room
I play my songs in the parking lot
I'll run away
You tried to distance yourself ever since the party, finally realizing this crush is starting to form into something you don’t need right now.
It’s been exactly 2 weeks since you’ve gone no contact with Rafe and if there were 20 stages of grief, you’ve been through 30.
All you want to do is call him, text him, or tell yourself that maybe he’s just using Lily as a distraction because he really likes you.
“Why is it never me.”
From sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes
I called a taxi to take me there
I search the party of better bodies
Just to learn that my dreams aren't rare
It’s a cycle.
Another party, Another slap in the face.
You can see the other girls also looking at Lily wishing they could be with Rafe.
The realization kills you to know that it’ll probably never be you in that spot with all these options he has.
You're on your own, kid,
You always have been.
It’s a drunken night, and you’ll definitely regret this.
“Rafeyyy babyyy” you slur.
“Y/N? Why are you calling me in the middle of the night?” You can tell he is worried in his tone.
“I don’t like her. She’s rude, you deserve better.”
There is a long pause and then you hear someone speak, “He’s never liked you babe. You’re nothing compared to me, and you know that.”
The phone hung up.
From sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes
I gave my blood, sweat, and tears for this
I hosted parties and starved my body
Like I'd be saved by a perfect kiss
It’s been hard to do anything since the altercation.
Eating, Getting up, Going to class, Socializing, and pretty much everything feels like a chore.
You’ve tried so hard to get his attention yet he never seemed to care.
And of course as a mean girl, Lily decided to tell everyone about what you said to Rafe. Of course he apologized for what she said, and for what happened but that didn’t stop the whole school for coming at you for a whole week.
The jokes weren't funny, I took the money
My friends from home don't know what to say
I looked around in a blood-soaked gown
And I saw something they can't take away
You received a text message late at night, usual for Rafe.
Rafe: Hey, i’m so sorry for what Lily caused. You’re my best friend and I realized nothing is worth loosing that, me and her are over now after a long talk.. Can we please hang out? I miss you.
Fuck. This is what you’ve been longing for all these months and it finally is here.
You: Yeah sure, Sleepover? my place tmmrw? ;)
Rafe: Ofc. I miss you. Cya.
Cause there were pages turned with the bridges burned
Everything you lose is a step you take
So make the friendship bracelets
Take the moment and taste it
You've got no reason to be afraid
The anxiety levels are high waiting for Rafe to come over, it’s been so long since you’ve had a real conversation through all this time of him being with Lily.
You start to wonder if he still likes Starwars, or if his favorite dancing song is 22 by Taylor Swift.
You then hear a knock on the door.
You're on your own, kid
“Hey!! Can I come in” he says.
“Of course.”
Then the catching up, the apology’s, and the stories start up.
It’s just like last summer.
Yeah, you can face this
While Rafe is telling one of his stories, you start to feel a pit of anxiety in your stomach because you know what you have to do.
You’ve gotten ready for this moment, practiced it in the mirror about 50 times to make sure your facial expressions, or your tone doesn’t sound too weird.
You're on your own, kid
“Rafe.” You stop him mid conversation.
“Yes?” he says with a quirk of his eyebrows.
“All these months i’ve been so distant but really all I wanted was to be near you, since last summer you’ve been the only thing on my mind and maybe you don’t feel the same way but-“
He cuts you off with a kiss to your lips.
“I’ve been waiting since the 8th grade for you to say that” He says as he pulls away.
“So all that practicing in the mirror was for nothing?” you giggle.
warnings: panic attacks, anxiety, reckless driving, mentions a car wreck, fear, angst
You are on your way home from Drew’s baseball game, a bad baseball game, when it happens. He wouldn’t mutter a word to you, only grabbing your hand and leading you to his car. The drive is even more silent, tension filling the empty space. You know he’s upset, but you’ve never seen him like this before. Granted you have only been together for 9 months. His hands have a deadly grip on the steering wheel, knuckles turning white and his veins bulging. You start to notice the way his chest starts rapidly moving up and down. His breathing is speeding up, becoming erratic.
“Drew, what’s wrong?” You ask softly, your hand attempting to card through his hair, but he jerks away from you causing you to flinch in return.
You have to force your hands to not reach out again. You didn’t want to make him even more upset.
His driving speeds up, your body becoming tense with nerves and maybe fear. Your eyes take turns looking at the road ahead of you and the boy beside you.
“Drew, slow down,” you say warily, gripping onto your seatbelt while your legs start to tense up.
He doesn’t hear you, just continuing to push on the gas.
You scream his name in shock, trying to not cause anymore distress but also trying to not get in a wreck.
“Drew, please!” You plead, tears gathering in your eyes and your voice getting scratchy.
He turns to look at you and when he sees the fear swimming in your eyes, he speeds off to a stop on the side of the road. You grasp onto the dashboard, willing yourself to calm down. Drew exits the truck with haste. He’s pacing in front of you, hands pulling at his hair.
You get out of the vehicle, not knowing what to do, or how to calm him down. You situate yourself to lean against the hood of the truck. You’ve never witnessed him like this before. If you are being honest, it is really scary.
“I’m sorry,” he finally breaks the awful silence, tears falling from his eyes.
You open and close your mouth, not knowing what to say. Your eyes plead with him to stop pacing and to take a deep breath. His panic makes your panic worse.
“What happened?” You ask.
“I- I can’t do this. The pressure is too much. They all want everything to be perfect, but I’m not perfect, y/n!” He rants, hands further expressing his words.
“The game was absolutely shit. I was shit. I tried my hardest and I was still shit,” he screams out, making you flinch again.
You refrain from looking at him, knowing that if you looked at his broken down state, you’d just start bawling your eyes out. You see the tops of his shoes come into vision. You feel him hover over you. It’s not intimidating, but begging for your touch. You look up, witnessing the storm in his perfect, blue eyes. He’s gasping for air. It’s enough for you to wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him into the comfort of your body. His face finds home in your neck, hands placed on the center of your back, keeping you pressed to him.
“It’s okay, baby. I promise everything is going to be okay. I know this game was tough, but like you said, you tried your best. You have to drown out all the unnecessary noise. Please don’t let it get to you,” you soothe him, softly whispering in his ear.
“I know,” he sniffles.
“You really scared me in the car. Maybe you should try seeing a therapist to sift through all the anxiety,” you say, trying not to come off as pushy or judgmental.
He just breaks. All the pressure breaking him into a shell of himself. The harsh sobs rack through his body. He trembles in your arms, saying sorry as if it were a mantra. He really didn’t mean to scare you, he just couldn’t find his way out of all the negative thoughts.
“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. Please. Please,” he cries, tears wetting the skin of your neck. His hands are gripping the material of your hoodie that belongs to him.
“Please? Please what?” You ask, confusion replacing the fear in your body.
“Please don’t leave me. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. You shouldn’t even be with me; I just put you in danger. I’m a terrible boyfriend,” he blurts, separating himself from you. It’s almost as if your touch burned him, and that hurt you.
You attempt to walk towards him, but he quickly backs away, holding out his hand to stop you from continuing. He shakes his head, tears welling up in his eyes again. You see the way his body is starting to cave on himself, he is hurting and he isn’t letting you help. You rush to him, wrapping your arms around his waist even though his arms stay frozen at his sides. You rub his back before grabbing onto his cheeks, dragging his face down to meet yours.
“Listen to me, yes, you scared me, but I’m fine. You just had a panic attack. I’m not scared of you, and I’m not in danger anymore. I love you so much, you know that,” you whisper into his ear.
“Let me drive us back to yours. You need to shower and rest, cowboy,” you say, feeling his body go lax in your hold.
The drive home is silent, but free of panic.
Arriving at Drew’s dorm room, you lay in his bed, waiting for him to come out the shower. When he does, he quickly climbs into bed next to you.
He’s staring at the ceiling, on his back and you’re facing him while on your side. Once he connects his eyes with yours they starting watering again. You notice the way his chest is starting to heave again. You scoot closer to him, grabbing his hand and placing it over your heart. The consistent thumps calm him down. You let your hands massage his scalp, putting him to sleep. You rub your nose against his, telling him how much you love him and how you’ll always be there for him.
a/n: A little on the heavier side, but I just wanted to show how strong their relationship has been since the beginning. Hope you all enjoy!
Summary: You’ve grown up not being able to show much affection because of your family, but JJ knows just how to heal your wounds.
Pairing: JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Mention of abuse, a lil suggestive content
A/N: hope y’all enjoy! request r open!
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You've always been rather cautious about accepting hugs from people. Even as a young child, you might have hesitantly accepted a hug or just stood there not really knowing what to do. Likewise, expressing your love has always been difficult for you because it’s not something you would do very often inside your house hold.
Your parents never really said the words ‘I love you’. Sure, they’d sometimes give words of affirmation once in every blue moon, or they might hug you on special occasions but you never really got the feeling of true family love.
As a kid you would always watch family movies, or look at your friends parents and wonder ‘why are they so nice?’ or ‘how come they rarely argue?’
That is when you started realizing this behavior is not normal.
But once you and JJ started dating, things started to change; your displays of affection began to get stronger and more obvious.
He showed you how to love.
Your dreams, your kisses, your hearts, and your love for each other were all shared by the two of you.
You and JJ both know every last detail about one another. You were able to wipe away every tear that came from JJ's memories with kisses since you were aware of JJ's father and his early years. This may be why you two matched so well.
However, your family? You preferred not to bring it up. Naturally, your partner was aware of the awful ways in which your parents treated you, but you would never go into detail because doing so would trigger unpleasant memories.
That is until one sleepless night you couldn’t hold it in anymore.
“Jay” you whispered through your tears trying to wake him up out of his sleep.
“Baby?” He rubbed his eyes and seen the tears pouring down your face “Baby no, come here.” He said with a pout and pulled you in.
“JJ I had a dream about my parents and it brought back everything, and my mom was telling me about how I didn’t deserve you and-”
JJ then placed a soft kiss on your lips to calm you down.
“Calm down baby, i’m right here for you. I’ll be here all night. It was just a dream, i’m forever yours I promise.” He says in a soothing voice while rubbing your back hoping it’ll calm you even a little bit.
Since your mother called you on the phone two days earlier, he was aware that something was wrong. You’ve have been so silent since that phone call, he was skeptical about what was said, but he decided to not push it unless you were ready to tell him.
After a few minutes of crying and back rubs you’ve finally chilled out enough to tell him what was going on.
“When my mother called me two days ago, I thought it would be good and we could just catch up. I thought she'd be happy of me for where I've gone in life, but all she did was yell and tell me how she wishes I were different. I've been having dreams ever since, and I can't handle it any more.” At the end of your sentence, your voice begins to tremble, indicating another sob.
JJ immediately notices this and pulls you in tighter.
“Baby, please don’t ever believe those words. I fell in love with you for who you are, your the most beautiful girl I have ever met. Everything about you is perfect to me, the way you giggle, the way you snore, and even when you upset me I can’t find a single flaw about you.” He says with his hands on both sides of your cheeks.
“I don’t deserve to be loved by someone like you.” you whisper
“Don’t even say that.” JJ says in a serious tone with tears starting to form in his eyes. “I wouldn’t even be able to think without you, much less live without you.”
The look in his eyes was very serious. You were his oxygen, he never wanted to hear something like that from you. Without you, he wouldn't be able to breathe.
JJ finally broke the built up tension and pressed your lips together. Minutes upon minutes of the need to be closer to eachother.
You depended the kiss and pushed JJ back so you were on top of him.
“Jay” you said staring into his eyes while unbuttoning his pants.
He softly pushed you off and buttoned his pants back up. “Not tonight baby, I want to show you my love in a different way.” he breathed out
“Okay.” you said while he laid down and pushed you against him.
That night all you guys did was share little pecks, talk about stupid things, and hold onto eachother tight.
This was it, this is what you’ve been searching for since you were 7. This is what your parents swore would never happen to you, This is true unconditional love.
Summary: You’ve grown up not being able to show much affection because of your family, but JJ knows just how to heal your wounds.
Pairing: JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Mention of abuse, a lil suggestive content
A/N: hope y’all enjoy! request r open!
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You've always been rather cautious about accepting hugs from people. Even as a young child, you might have hesitantly accepted a hug or just stood there not really knowing what to do. Likewise, expressing your love has always been difficult for you because it’s not something you would do very often inside your house hold.
Your parents never really said the words ‘I love you’. Sure, they’d sometimes give words of affirmation once in every blue moon, or they might hug you on special occasions but you never really got the feeling of true family love.
As a kid you would always watch family movies, or look at your friends parents and wonder ‘why are they so nice?’ or ‘how come they rarely argue?’
That is when you started realizing this behavior is not normal.
But once you and JJ started dating, things started to change; your displays of affection began to get stronger and more obvious.
He showed you how to love.
Your dreams, your kisses, your hearts, and your love for each other were all shared by the two of you.
You and JJ both know every last detail about one another. You were able to wipe away every tear that came from JJ's memories with kisses since you were aware of JJ's father and his early years. This may be why you two matched so well.
However, your family? You preferred not to bring it up. Naturally, your partner was aware of the awful ways in which your parents treated you, but you would never go into detail because doing so would trigger unpleasant memories.
That is until one sleepless night you couldn’t hold it in anymore.
“Jay” you whispered through your tears trying to wake him up out of his sleep.
“Baby?” He rubbed his eyes and seen the tears pouring down your face “Baby no, come here.” He said with a pout and pulled you in.
“JJ I had a dream about my parents and it brought back everything, and my mom was telling me about how I didn’t deserve you and-”
JJ then placed a soft kiss on your lips to calm you down.
“Calm down baby, i’m right here for you. I’ll be here all night. It was just a dream, i’m forever yours I promise.” He says in a soothing voice while rubbing your back hoping it’ll calm you even a little bit.
Since your mother called you on the phone two days earlier, he was aware that something was wrong. You’ve have been so silent since that phone call, he was skeptical about what was said, but he decided to not push it unless you were ready to tell him.
After a few minutes of crying and back rubs you’ve finally chilled out enough to tell him what was going on.
“When my mother called me two days ago, I thought it would be good and we could just catch up. I thought she'd be happy of me for where I've gone in life, but all she did was yell and tell me how she wishes I were different. I've been having dreams ever since, and I can't handle it any more.” At the end of your sentence, your voice begins to tremble, indicating another sob.
JJ immediately notices this and pulls you in tighter.
“Baby, please don’t ever believe those words. I fell in love with you for who you are, your the most beautiful girl I have ever met. Everything about you is perfect to me, the way you giggle, the way you snore, and even when you upset me I can’t find a single flaw about you.” He says with his hands on both sides of your cheeks.
“I don’t deserve to be loved by someone like you.” you whisper
“Don’t even say that.” JJ says in a serious tone with tears starting to form in his eyes. “I wouldn’t even be able to think without you, much less live without you.”
The look in his eyes was very serious. You were his oxygen, he never wanted to hear something like that from you. Without you, he wouldn't be able to breathe.
JJ finally broke the built up tension and pressed your lips together. Minutes upon minutes of the need to be closer to eachother.
You depended the kiss and pushed JJ back so you were on top of him.
“Jay” you said staring into his eyes while unbuttoning his pants.
He softly pushed you off and buttoned his pants back up. “Not tonight baby, I want to show you my love in a different way.” he breathed out
“Okay.” you said while he laid down and pushed you against him.
That night all you guys did was share little pecks, talk about stupid things, and hold onto eachother tight.
This was it, this is what you’ve been searching for since you were 7. This is what your parents swore would never happen to you, This is true unconditional love.
Like they meet at the Hard Deck and she's flirting with him all night not giving two shits he is a decade older than her.
A few drinks later they are fucking in the bathroom. Rooster has ber bent over the counter and says "how old did you say you were again?"
She responds "I'm 24 daddy"
And Rooster is just like "Fuck yeah, you fucking feel like it baby girl"
Rooster, Bradley, was hot. No scratch that, he was sexy as hell. And while you’d seen him here before, definitely eye fucked him before, you hadn’t talked to him until tonight. You were sure glad you did. Pulling him into the bathroom you’re quick to lock to door before he’s smashing his lips back to yours. He’s handsy and you absolutely love that, something about an older man always did it for you. He has you bent over the bathroom counter in no time, pussy dripping for him as he pushes into you. He lets out the prettiest moan you’ve ever heard.
“Fucking hell baby. So damn tight.” He grunts, his grip tightening on your hip as he fucks into you. You look at him through the mirror, a smirk paints his lips as you make eye contact through the mirror. You smile at him proudly.
“How old did you say you were again?” He asks, eyebrow raised. You let out a gasp as he nudges against your sweet spot slowly. He smirks at you. Two can play at that game.
“Tw-twenty four…” you stutter as he continues to hit it just right. “Daddy.” You add. Bradley’s eyes roll to the back of his head as he fucks you harder.
“Fuck yeah honey, you fuckin’ feel twenty four. Tight fucking pussy. Squeezin’ me so good.” He coos, he gathers your hair in his hand, pulling you back just enough so that your back is to his chest. His free hand snakes around to the front of you grabbing your jaw and holding your head straight. You let out a throaty moan at the sight in the mirror, Bradley fucking you into pure bliss. You look absolutely wrecked.
“That’s it beautiful, watch Daddy make you fall apart, yeah? Gonna be a good girl and cum for me?” He asks, nipping at your neck. It’s a rhetorical question, you’re already clenching around him and tipping your high, body shaking but you still answer him. Nodding feverishly.
“Yes, fuck yes, oh Bradley! Daddy, fuck me…” you whine. He pulls out, fisting his cock as you get down on your knees taking him into your mouth.
“Good girl, fuck, baby…” He groans. It doesn’t take long before he’s spilling his seed into your mouth, watching in amazement as you swallow his cum. He’s quick to help you up, kissing you roughly as soon as your standing.
“Can I take you out tomorrow night?” He asks, voice hoarse from the intensity of his orgasm. You grin, wiping some spit from your lips with the back of your hand.
“Thought you’d never ask.” You grin. Bradley stares down at you, eyes and smile wide as he takes in the sight of his future wife.
Summary: Your ‘Friends’ are fake jealous bitches, but Rafe will always be there for you when you need it most.
Pairing: Soft Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader
Warnings: bullying, mentions of weight, cheating.
A/N: Requests are open! Also kindve hate this but wtv
angst to soft!
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Rafe wraps his arms around you from behind as he observes you finish applying your makeup for the girls' night out you and your friends had planned. First you guys were going to go shopping, and then to the bar.
“Promise me you’ll be safe” Rafe says as he leans his head on your shoulder and breathes your scent in.
“Rafe, why do you always do this everytime I try to hang out with them?” you asked with a roll of your eyes.
“Baby you know I don’t like them, they constantly are always saying snarky things and trying to make you look bad” He states while squeezing you tighter in his arms.
You think for a second and then say, “I think you’re reading too much into it, these girls have been my friends for over a year it’s nothing like that.”
“Just be safe okay?” he whispers.
“Yes Rafey, i’ll be home around 11:30.” You say back after wiggling out of his arms, and putting on your shoes.
You slightly laugh as you remember Rafes ridiculous comments. These have been your best-friends since last year, yeah sometimes they make jokes but it’s never serious.
“Hey girl!” Your friend Kenzie says as you hop in the passenger seat.
“Heyy!” you say with smile
The rest of the 3 girls in the back seem to ignore your presence but you just assume they aren’t in a talking mood.
Later, you all wind up at the fitting rooms after arriving at the mall and are all trying on various items that you all like. You try on this pretty blue summer dress and walk out to show all your friends, “What do ya guys think!” you say with a bright smile
“It makes you look fat” one of them says.
“Yeah it’s just not suiting for your … body yknow what I mean?” another goes on while they all laugh.
You start to look down, not trying to risk trying showing your true feelings while one of them says, “Don’t be such a baby, it’s just a joke”.
And with that you look up, and pretend to laugh.
Afterwards, when you guys are done trying things on, (you never tried anything else on after what happened) You guys went to get smoothies from Tropical smoothie.
“I might break up with my boyfriend I think he’s cheating on me” one of the girls says breaking the silence.
“Girl don’t even act like you don’t be cheating on him too” another said back to her as they both laughed.
“Imagine I broke up with Rafe, I wouldn’t know what to do” You laugh while trying to be included in their conversation.
“We would stop being friends with you, we are only friends with you because he is the most popular boy on the island” Kenzie says as the rest of them laugh.
They see you get quiet and Kenzie says, “Its just a joke are you going to cry the whole time here?” with a roll of her eyes.
“No it’s cool.” you whisper.
After a few more hours at the mall you guys arrive at the bar together, you immediately walk-in and down atleast 3 cups of alcohol to get the prior events out of your head. When the alcohol starts to hit you begin to dance around not giving a care in the world.
You danced for what felt like days, and finally you felt like you were ready to go home. You searched for Kenzie and the girls but you couldn’t find them.
“Excuse me?” You said to a random man that you believed Kenzie was talking to earlier, “Have you seen Kenz?”
“Yea, her and a bunch of girls left about an hour ago, they’re not here no more” he said with a puzzled look.
Fuck. You felt like your whole world was spinning around, they ditched you. You reached for your purse ready to call your boyfriend to pick you up but then you remembered you gave it to Kenzie to hold onto.
Those bitches ditched you and took your phone and purse.
“Can I please use your phone to call someone?” You requested with a puppy dog look.
“Yea.. Sure” The man said as he handed you his phone.
You shakily typed in Rafes phone number and put the phone up to your ear as it rang.
“Hello?” you hear a man say on the other side of the screen.
“Rafey. Please come pick me up. You were right, they left me here and took my phone!” you voice, holding back tears.
“I’ll be right there okay? wait for me.” He utters as you can hear the sound of keys move and a door shut.
And with that, you hang up, give the phone back the kind man and sit on the porch waiting for your boyfriend.
You should’ve listened, Rafe is always right about these kinds of things. Those girls have never done anything but make you feel bad about yourself. Anytime Rafe would be with you while you’re hanging out with them they always made you look dumb in front of him. All the puzzle pieces are finally coming together.
While being lost in your mind you feel a tap on your shoulder. “It’s okay baby, i’m here let’s go home” you hear him say.
“Rafe!” you almost scream, bursting out in tears.
“Shhhh. It’s okay, let’s go” he speaks as he picks you up and carries you into the passenger seat.
The whole car ride was silent, the air filled with your tiny sobs and his hand on your thigh soothing you.
When you arrived home, Rafe carried you in and gently sat you on the bed.
“We don’t have to talk about it today, okay? Whenever you feel ready we can.” He says while taking off your shoes and finding a shirt for you to change into.
“Okay. Don’t want to, just want to sleep.”
“That’s fine, i’ll be by your side the whole night.” He helps you take off your dress and puts his shirt over you to sleep in.
“I love you Rafe Cameron. I hope never loose you.” you say, half asleep.
Rafe lays down and pulls you into him with his head on your shoulder.
“You never ever will. I love you too.”
You fell asleep after that, but all Rafe was thinking about how he was going to get revenge for you, and he knew just who to call.
Summary: You’re the new girl and everyone wants you, but no one stands a chance when Rafe lays his eyes on you.
Pairing: Rafe cameron x Fem!Reader
A/N: This is my first story on here so I hope y’all enjoy!
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“Don’t worry! You look fine.” Sarah says to you as you fix up your makeup.
“Sar, Be for real! it’s my first day here at the island I need to make a good impression” You sigh rolling your eyes at the blonde girl.
“We’ve been friends for over 4 years, would I lie to you? I mean i’ve lived here all my life and i’m telling you now all the guys will come running after you!” Sarah shouts giggling.
You stare at the blonde when you turn around. You recently relocated to the outer banks after spending virtually your whole life in Seattle. Since your family spent a lot of time on vacation at the Outer Banks throughout the years, you and Sarah have known each other for a while, but you haven't seen her in a minute.
“What?” Sarah says as she stares back.
“Nothin… just nervous” you retort.
“What’d I just tell you! You look hot, now come on it’s getting late.” And with that Sarah grabbed your hand and you guys started walking to the party that was only down the street.
As soon as you guys arrive you see people playing beer pong, some sucking faces on the couches, and others walking up the stairs together.
‘How did i get myself into this situation’ you think.
“Hey! I’m going to get some drinks i’ll be right back ok?” Sarah wipes you out of your thoughts.
“Yeah that’s fine!!” You say unsurely, and with that Sarah walks away.
You don’t really know anybody else here so you walk around a little bit and it starts to feel like all eyes are on you.
Just as you’re about to sit down, “Hey!” you hear from a tall man standing above you.
“My name is Topper, I seen you and Sarah walk in together but I haven’t seen you around here, are you new?” He says with a slight grin
“Yeah I just moved here yesterday, Sarah has been helping me get settled in.” You say back with a smile as he starts combing his fingers through your hair.
“Hmm.. hope to see you around sweets.” he replies and walks away with a wink.
Just as you begin replaying the interaction in your mind, Sarah comes back with your drinks and takes you inside of the party.
“Anything happen yet?” She says while she throws her arm around you.
“Nope.. Not yet.” You lie as the events begin replaying in your head once again.
When you start to feel as though everyone is staring at you again as you did earlier, you start to look around and spot a hot blonde standing next to a girl with curly hair winking at you. God, it was going to be a long night.
As the night went on, more and more guys came up to you asking you a series of questions that usually went along the lines of “Are you new here?” and “Can I take you out later?” each ending in the same answer of “Im sorry, but no.”
That’s when the tall guy named Topper from earlier came back up to you, but this time drunker than he was before.
“Hey sweets, how have you been all night?” says Topper as he throws his hand around your waist.
“It’s been good” you say as you fake smile at him feeling a little uncomfortable.
As soon as Topper opens his mouth to say another word, another man comes up to you guys.
“Get the fuck off of her.” he shouts.
“What are you talking about dude don’t be a weirdo.” Topper says to the tall man in front of him.
“You heard me, I said she was mine earlier and to not mess with her, i’ve been dealing with guys all night tryna talk to her, and i don’t think you want to be one of them.” The man says as he gets all up in Toppers face looking like he’s ready to swing.
Topper puts his hands up in a ‘Chill dude’ type of way and walks away with a roll of his eyes.
“Sorry about that, my name is Rafe.” he says as he puts his hand out for you to shake
You smile and shake his hand back
“Hey Rafe, thanks for saving me.”
He laughs, “No problem, what’s mine is mine and nobody else gets to touch it.”
Your cheeks start to flush as a result of the man's recent comments. However, you are already familiar with this man; he is Sarah's brother. Everyone constantly says he's a player and not to trust him, but with a face like that, it doesn't seem like you’re about to obey the rules.
“Do you say this to all the girls you meet?” you say with a roll of your eyes.
“Only when they’re as pretty as you.” he says back with a smirk and he brings his hand to the tip of your chin
“Yknow it’s not going to be that easy to get to me like everyone else.” You say matter-of-factly as your faces are getting closer and closer, thinking less and less about how you just met him two minutes ago.
“Hmm..that’ll be up to me to find out.” we’re the last words he breathed out as your faces connected.
You pull away slowly looking up to his eyes.
“What’d i tell you, I always get what i want.” he grins.
Jesus, you just met him and he was already going to be the death of you.
Note: This is the first thing I'm going to post, I'm nervous, the first thing I want to say is that I apologize for spelling mistakes since English is not my first language. The second thing is that I accept orders, the only thing I need is with whom obviously and the face claim (or if you want I choose it) just that. I love you so much and I would appreciate if you will support me <3🫀🧿🌿.
