Shayleigh “Shay” O’Riley

Fan fiction is therapy

[vampiriito]

Pillow talk and the fifth amendment (1)

(JJ Maybank x pogue! reader x Rafe Cameron ) ..in which you found yourself torn between two worlds when your best friend, JJ Maybank, who you've been in love with since forever starts dating Kiara. In a jealousy haze you start hooking up with Rafe Cameron, the infamous kook prince. Do you manage to keep everything casual and under control? No, is it fun? Also kind of no, given you hate yourself each time you managed to orgasm. And especially since Rafe's favorite activity is to pick on you and your friends outside the bedroom..

"Plead the Fifth"

variants or less commonly plead the Fifth Amendment or plead the fifth

chiefly US

"For someone facing criminal charges, pleading the Fifth means exercising their right to remain silent and not incriminate themselves. If you worry about answering questions out of fear that you may be guilty of a crime, you have the legal right to plead the Fifth."

Childhood best friends, the best set-up for a perfect romance. The nights spent at each other's houses, doing things for the first time together, seeing each other in your most vulnerable state and still wanting to hang out with one another. These were all the perks of having a childhood best friend. What was not ideal though, is falling in love with said best friend and having him not reciprocate those feelings. Then it turned into the most messy situation you could ever think about without wanting to throw up.

You never condoned cheating. At least you thought your morals were strong enough not to. But watching JJ kiss and go on dates with Kie instead of you, bent the rules in your moral code just a little. A little kiss. Just one was enough for you. Like a proper, respectable kiss of course. No prudish shit. You though you deserved it, given you'd been in love with JJ for years. It was annoying at this point. But, as surprising as it sounded JJ seemed to be loyal enough to Kie. The town's infamous flirt, the bed slayer. The guy who would never commit, committing to Kiara Carrera and being loyal to her. What a fucking joke.

However, you couldn't help but watch him as he walked through the house. He was currently laughing with John B and Pope, obviously very drunk, but also very happy. He was talking and laughing with such ease, he seemed completely in his element. His messy, blonde hair looking so good on him.. he looked so handsome, you thought. But you also couldn't help but feel slightly pissed off. How could he be doing all this with Kiara, instead of you? Why her, and not you?

It was barely afternoon, and pregaming for the upcoming party turned into a bit more at the Chateau, everybody clearly tipsy already. Except for you. It was hard to do anything while watching Kie and JJ snuggle up each other or admire JJ from afar like a pining schoolgirl. You sunk into the couch even further eyeing the cheap vodka bottle on the coffee table, meant for pregame shots for the party tonight. Fuck my life, you grumbled internally adjusting your glasses.

JJ had noticed you had been avoiding him quite a lot recently. And this hadn't gone by him without him noticing. He knew very well what you were thinking. You were a shitty actor, never able to hide how you felt about people and things. Even after all these years.

He looked in your direction. You were watching him like a damn puppy. He couldn't tell if you were angry or jealous, but either way the look on your face made him feel a little guilty. He excused himself from the boys and started walking over towards the couch you were sitting on.

He took a seat next to you, the couch dipping when he sat down. He glanced at you for a moment, trying to read your expression. He knew something was off about you.

"You alright over here, all on your own?" He asked finally, a cheeky undertone in his voice.

Just as he sat down you reached for the bottle, unscrewed the cap and glanced at JJ a bit startled by his presence. "Yep. No need to check up on me.." you popped the p in the first word nodding and smiling tightly at him..

JJ raised an eyebrow at you, a slight smirk on his lips as he watched you reach for the bottle. He leaned back against the couch, crossing his arms behind his head in a casual manner. His eyes flicked over you, noticing the slight tension in your smile.

He chuckled softly, a hint of amusement in his tone. "Oh really? Cause you look pretty damn lonely in here all by yourself."

"Kie and Sarah left the couch like 10 minutes ago.. i wasn't alone or anything.." you spoke casually, leaning back and bringing the bottle to your lips, taking a pretty big gulp of cheap vodka. The liquid burned your throat as it slid down, and it was a pleasant feeling given you felt lightheaded and there was knot in your chest just from speaking to JJ.

JJ's eyes followed your movements as you took a gulp from the bottle, his smirk widening into a full-blown smile. He chuckled when you mentioned Sarah and Kie leaving the couch, almost like he knew something you didn't.

He leaned a tad bit closer to you, his voice a bit lower than before.

"You sure, sugar? Cause to me, it looks like you're hiding away from us all. Like you're avoiding somebody.."

"Why would i be avoiding anybody?" You turned your face to the side as he leaned closer, causing you to come face to face with his smug expression, your breath catching in your chest just a little as you lowered the bottle. You still raised your brow in a questioning look, a small amused smile on your face.

JJ's smirk widened even further as he noticed the way your breath hitched when he leaned in closer. He was getting a kick out of teasing you like this, and he could tell that you weren't completely indifferent to his presence either, no matter how much you tried to hide it.

He shrugged his shoulders casually, his eyes never leaving your face. "Oh, I don't know.. Maybe because you've been giving me a death glare all day. Or maybe you just don't like me. That could be it too."

You kicked his shin gently with your sneaker as if to tell him 'don't be ridiculous' before rolling your eyes, "i wasn't glaring at you, but you're right. I don't like you." the last part was sardonic, of course and he knew it too. It was still fun to be sarcastic to JJ, he knew how to match it better than anyone from your friends.

JJ winced slightly as you kicked his shin with your sneakers, not because it hurt him, but because he knew you did it intentionally. He chuckled at your sarcastic response, knowing damn well that you didn't mean any of it. He leaned even closer to you, his arm now brushing against yours.

He shot you a cocky grin, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh yeah? That's a shame because I absolutely adore you."

"Yeah, yeah.. thanks for the heads-up. I'll consider changing my behavior towards you, then." you chuckled amused, although it was more because you were suddenly nervous. Pathetic. This was the guy you've known since you were 7. You saw him pick his nose and throw up after smoking weed together in the skatepark at 13 together. You shouldn't be attracted or flustered by anything he did or said, especially now that he was off limits as Kiara's boyfriend. So to cancel all that out you raised the bottle to your lips once again, taking a long gulp from it.

JJ chuckled at your sarcastic response, loving the way your banter went back and forth between the two of you. He could tell that you were still affected by his closer presence, but you tried to cover it with your witty comebacks. He watched as you lifted the bottle to your lips, his eyes lingering on your slightly pursed lips as you took a long gulp.

He let out a low whistle, the corner of his mouth curling up into a Cheshire cat grin. "You trying to drown yourself in that bottle, sugar?"

"There's this thing called pre gaming..." you mumbled sarcastically, scoffing at his jab and placing the bottle back on the coffee table and adjusting your glasses.

JJ chuckled at your sarcastic response, a familiar smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. He leaned back a bit, his hand now casually resting on the back of the couch.

"Oh, I know what pre-gaming is." He shot back, his eyes now fixed on your face. "Just making sure you know your limits, considering you're such a lightweight."

"I'm planning on getting smashed when we get to the party.. in both senses of the word.." you spoke determined nodding faintly, the last part being mumbled more to yourself than for him.

JJ's eyebrows shot up at your response, his eyes widening slightly. He chuckled, amused by your confidence in your plans for the night. He leaned forward again, coming slightly closer to you.

"Both senses of the word, huh? And what exactly do you mean by that, sugar?"

"What do you think it means?" you asked, giggling slightly at his feigned ignorance.

JJ's smirk widened even more at your giggling, his eyes sparkling with amusement. He leaned in even closer to you, almost too close. His gaze held a hint of something else, something more intense.

"Well, I think it means you're planning on getting absolutely shitfaced at the party.." he said, his voice slightly lower than before. "And maybe something else.. Am I right?"

"Bingo!" you flashed him a thumbs up grinning a little and whisper shouting the fake praise, "nothing out of the ordinary anyway.."

JJ chuckled, his eyes never wavering from your face. He tilted his head to the side as he responded with an amused smile.

"Oh nothing out of the ordinary? You planning on finding some random guy at the party later or what?"

Unbeknownst to JJ, you already knew who you were gonna find. And you should feel guilty about it. You usually did, after the orgasms fizzled out and the self loathing settled in. But you little secret was your way of getting back JJ, despite not wanting the pogues to find out about it. You were getting fucked into the mattress and the JJ out of you and the person got.. well, sex?

You shrugged leaning back against the couch. Before you had the chance to speak though, Kiara's voice greeted her boyfriend warmly and wrapped her arms around his neck from behind the couch, cutting the conversation short before you said something dumb.

Kiara's voice interrupted the conversation, her voice cheerful and affectionate as she greeted JJ and wrapped her arms around his neck from behind the couch. JJ chuckled, turning his head to face her, his expression softening as he looked at her.

"Hey Kie.." he said, his voice soft and sweet. He placed his hands on her forearms, gently squeezing them.

The joy in his tone was incomparable to anything he’d directed at anybody else. Nothing could draw out such happiness from the blonde. You hated that about her.

In an attempt at self-defense, your brain shut itself off. Shielding you from processing the scene in beside you, your emotions ran cold like cement pouring down and across your neurons. It was the only way you could survive such a beating to your heart. You mumbled a small 'hey dude' towards Kiara, the greeting half hearted as you settled on scrolling on your phone, ending up in your messages app.

JJ didn't notice the change in your demeanor, his focus entirely on Kiara. He leaned into her touch, his hand tracing small circles on her forearms. He glanced towards you for a moment, but quickly turned his attention back to Kiara.

Kiara smiled warmly at you, completely oblivious to the inner turmoil going on inside your head.

"Hey Y/n.. you good?" she asked, her voice kind and caring.

"Mhm.. where did you and Sarah go?" you asked, your attention on the phone as you pulled up someone's chat and typed a text, a small smirk settling on your lips as you sent the message and waited for a response. 'Party at ur place tn? im almost offended u didnt invite me personally.'

Kiara shrugged, her arms still wrapped around JJ's neck.

"We were in JB's room, changing for the party later on.." she answered, her eyes flicking over to your phone for a moment before looking back at you. "Whatcha doing on your phone? Texting someone?"

Just as Kiara finished her question your phone lit up with a notification, the mysterious person replying to your text. You tucked the phone in your back pocket without checking it, your eyes fitting between JJ and Kiara. You didn't wanna deal with that today so you stood up casually, taking one final swig of the vodka, "y'know what guys..? i remembered i have to help my mom at something before the party.. I'll see you all later." you shouted, so the rest of the group could hear you along with JJ and Kiara, grabbing your skateboard from the floor next to the couch.

Kiara's eyes followed you as you stood up and finished the vodka, a bit surprised by the sudden exit. But she just smiled and waved at you, "Oh okay.. well, see you later then!"

JJ's eyebrows furrowed as he watched you grab your skateboard, his eyes narrowing as he listened to your excuse. "Wait, you're leaving already? But the party starts in an hour. Roughly.."

"I just said i need to help my mom with something.." you smiled as genuinely as you could, the weight on your chest getting heavier with each second you spent looking at JJ who had Kie's arms still wrapped around his shoulder loosely from behind. You were sure you died 3 months ago when they got together and this was hell. It sure felt like it. Maybe this was the ninth circle of hell..

"Right, your mom.." JJ said, his expression slowly turning into a frown. He knew you too well to trust that excuse. It was obvious that you were coming up with an excuse to leave and avoid the party.

Kiara glanced at JJ's expression before looking back at you. "Everything okay, Y/n? You're not ditching the party.. right?" she asked, her eyes slightly wide with worry.

Your eyes were fixed on JJ and his frown as Kiara spoke and you couldn't bring your self to tear them from him as you spoke, "Nah.. i would never ditch a Cameron's party, I know how Sarah gets with these things.."

JJ held your gaze for a moment, his frown still evident on his face. He could tell that you weren't entirely honest.

Kiara let out a small laugh, shaking her head. "You're right about that. She goes all out for her parties, and then ends up freaking out when people start making a mess."

She smiled warmly at you, her eyes sparkling with understanding. "Okay.. well, text one of us if you can make it later tonight, alright?" she said, gesturing to JJ

JJ nodded silently at her words, his eyes still fixed on you, his expression still troubled and confused.

"I'm good. I'll text Pope later so you guys can pick me up, yeah?" you grimaced slightly at the thought of texting JJ or Kiara, mainly because you knew they were always together and more than not ignoring the texts or calls so they could makeout or... whatever they did. You turned to John B and Pope and nodded in greeting, "Pope lemme catch you not answering my texts and I'll break this board over your head..!" you shouted teasingly at Pope, who was playing beer pong with John b across the room.

Pope and John B laughed and shouted back at you in unison.

"Ay, we'll pick you up, don't worry!" Pope said, shooting you a playful wink before focusing on the beer pong game again. Kiara chuckled at your teasing threat, shaking her head slightly.

JJ was still staring at you, his frown deepening as he saw Pope's wink and your interaction with them. He looked like he was still troubled by your sudden and suspicious departure, and was contemplating following you outside.

"Well, I better get going.." you said, hoisting your skateboard under your arm.

Kiara nodded in understanding, and John B and Pope shouted a quick goodbye as they continued their game.

JJ's frown deepened as he watched you prepare to leave, the tension in his shoulders evident. He mumbled something under his breath that sounded like 'whatever..', he was about to say something but Kiara cut him off.

"See you later!" Kiara called out, a wide smile on her face as she waved at you. John B and Pope echoed her goodbye with shouts and waves of their own.

The music was blaring loudly outside the dark bedroom you were locked in. You were hot, sweaty and barely naked for the convenience of the quickie. It was easier to straighten yourself up instead of dressing yourself back up from scratch while drunk. You were panting and moaning, trying to keep the sounds to a minimum as your hands rested on Rafe's chest, rocking your hips as you chased your last bits of pleasure before you finished. "Fuuuuck.." you drawled out lowly in ecstasy, your head thrown back, eyes closed shut.

Rafe's breathing was labored, his chest moving rapidly with each harsh breath he took. His hands were gripping your hips tightly, guiding your movements against his, his fingers digging into your skin.

"Shiiiittt... You feel sooo good..." he groaned out, his voice husky and rough. He watched you as you rocked your hips, your head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut as you chased your orgasm. The sight and sound of you had him groaning even louder, his grip on your hips tightening as he pushed himself deeper inside you. "You close, baby...?" he panted just as quietly as you.

Your eyes opened to gaze down at the older boy underneath you, nodding wordlessly, your lips parted in pleasure. Your hands slid up from his chest into his hair, carding your fingers through is light brown hair, your second orgasm in that night washing over you after a few more thrusts, causing you to whimper quietly and your body to shake softly.

Rafe watched you intently as your eyes met his, your nod sending a wave of excitement through him. He felt your hands moving up, your fingers tangling and pulling gently on his hair, his eyes closing briefly from the pleasure it gave him.

"Yeah, that's it.. come for me, baby.." he cooed, his breaths coming in quick harsh gasps as his body tensed beneath you. He could feel your body shaking and quivering against him, and it sent him over the edge. A low growl escaped from his throat as he came, holding on to your hips tightly.

He sat up quickly, grabbing your jaw and pulling your lips down onto his in an urgent kiss, his tongue pushing past your lips and delving deep into your mouth. His hands moved over your body, tracing every contour and curve taking fistfuls of your skirt and crop top, before finally his arms wrapped round you and he pulled you down on top of him, settling you on his chest as he tried to even out his breathing again.

You kissed him back sloppily before pulling away and swiping the back of your hand over your damp forehead, covered in a sheer layer of sweat and adjusting your glasses. You let him slip out of you, making sure to safely climb off from his lap given you were shitfaced drunk, opting to lay beside him on the bed to catch your breath.

Rafe let out a breathless laugh as you flopped down beside him on the bed. He was also sweaty and out of breath, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to regain his breathing. He looked over at you, taking in your disheveled and flushed appearance, his eyes lingering over your body for a moment before he spoke.

"You're somethin' else, you know that?..." he said, his voice low and rough.

"You don't have to talk to me after we do this you know that right?.." you mumbled, grimacing to your self as you stared up at the ceiling in a slight daze, your words slurred. Just like usual you were starting to feel the guilt and self hatred fill you as you regained your breath. It was had not to, given Rafe was a psychopathic rich asshole, who's favorite past time was to pick on you and your friends. That was when he wasn't fucking the living shit out of you at parties or whenever you decided you wanted to call him up for a quickie."Talkin' is optional.." you mumbled breathlessly.

Rafe rolled his eyes at your words, his patience growing thin as you started to spiral. He glanced over at you, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"Jesus, here we go again... I thought the sex always shut you up.."

You raised a shaky hand to flip him off without sparing him a glance, your drunk brain focused more on the song playing outside the bedroom, where the party was still in full swing.

Rafe let out a huff of annoyance, rolling his eyes at your rude gesture. He sat up, grabbing his discarded shorts from the floor.

"Oh yeah, real mature..." he grumbled, pulling his shorts on and standing up from the bed.

You stood up too, you legs slightly shaky as you adjusted your underwear and denim skirt along with your bunched up crop top. "You're the one who's hooking up with a 17 year old. What do you expect, Cameron?"

Rafe shot you a glare, his expression turning cold as he pulled his shirt back on. "Don't start with that age bullshit. You're the one who keeps coming back for more. And you're not a kid so drop the innocent act."

"Wow you are so good at pillow talk Rafe.." you mumbled as you sat down on the bed to clumsily put your vans back on.

Rafe let out a scoff, shaking his head in disbelief. "Oh, please. I don't hear you complaining about it when I have you under me.."

"Good point, this point's yours, 1-0." you mumbled in amusement, shaking your head at him.

Rafe smirked as he watched you tie your shoes, his eyes roaming over your body again, lingering over the way your skirt was slightly hitched up, revealing more of your thighs.

"I'm always winning.. 2-0" he said matter of factly.

"Don't get cocky with me Cameron.." you raised one brow, standing up from the bed and walking over to the door stopping before you exited the bedroom, "I'll text you if i wanna go another round, in case JJ breaks my heart by being the boyfriend of another girl..." you looked over your shoulder pouting slightly.

Rafe rolled his eyes again, his arms crossing over his chest.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. I'll wait by the phone.." he said sarcastically, his gaze roaming over you again. He couldn't help but admit that the thought of making you forget about JJ was a bit satisfying. If not a bit pathetic.

One thing that you liked about the whole situation with Rafe was that he never complained about being used, in a way. He got sex and you got your distraction for the moment from your feelings for JJ; which will never be reciprocated. Rafe didn't want love and neither did you and it kept him away from the pogues, so it was a win-win situation. Except for the fact that if they found out, they'd hate you. But that was a problem for future you. Just like the hangover looming over your head, dangling like an anvil waiting to drop and crush you.

You rolled your eyes at Rafe before exiting his bedroom and making your way down the hall and downstairs through the throngs of people still partying. You were blinded by the sudden change in light and the blaring music, but you pushed through to the drinks table, one of your hands trying to tame down your messy and sex mussed hair.

The room was crowded with people dancing, laughing, and drinks flowing left and right. As you made your way downstairs, trying to fix your hair, some people looked up and eyed you. Some greeted you with smiles and small nods, while others looked at you more curiously, perhaps noticing your disheveled state. But everyone seemed too drunk or distracted to pay too much attention. You eventually reached the drinks table, where a wide selection of alcohol and mixers were laid out.

As you surveyed the selection, someone suddenly sidled up to you, their voice cutting through the thumping music.

"Well, don't you look like you had fun upstairs.." a male voice said, clearly amused. You turned your head to see Topper standing beside you.

"I don't have any spare change, strange homeless man.." you spoke sarcastically, not sparing a glance in Topper's direction, too overstimulated and drunk to care.

Topper let out a chuckle, shaking his head at your sarcastic remark. "Still as charming as ever, eh?" he teased, his gaze roaming over you, taking in your messy appearance. It was evident that he noticed your mussed hair and flushed cheeks.

"Rafe's upstairs Topper.. please stop bothering me before anyone thinks we're friends.." you rolled your eyes, still scanning the drink options.

Topper chuckled and held up his hands in surrender, feigning innocence.

“Hey, I’m not bothering you.. I'm just making small talk, no need to get your panties in a twist.”

He leaned in, lowering his voice, his smirk growing into a sly grin. "And don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone about your little.. activities upstairs.."

"You better... your best friend enjoys the activities as much as i do.." you settled on mixing some sprite with vodka in a cup to sip on for the rest of the night.

Topper chuckled again, shaking his head in amusement at your words. "Oh, trust me, I know all about it. And I have no intention of spreading any rumors or gossip. You and I both know that wouldn't end well for either of us."

He paused, taking a sip of his own drink before continuing, a cocky smile on his face. "But, you know, I have to admit.. I'm a little jealous."

"And here i though you were still obsessing over our little Sarah.." you took a sip to test the drink before glancing in his direction while raising your brow.

Topper shrugged casually, a small, sly smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. At the mention of Sarah, he seemed to almost grimace, as if thinking of her brought back less than positive thoughts. "Sarah? That chapter is closed... For now at least.."

He turned to fully face you, studying your messy hair and disheveled state, a hint of amused curiosity in his gaze. "But you on the other hand... You're becoming quite the little party princess these days.."

"Well go hit on someone else Topper I'm not even interested in your best friend, Rafe— and he already made me finish multiple times.." you mumbled, shrugging in mock disappointment.

Topper chuckled, raising his hands in a placating gesture. A small hint of annoyance flared in his eyes, but he quickly masked it with his usual cocky attitude. "Easy princess.. I wasn't trying to hit on you. And I already knew you and Rafe weren't an item. I was simply making conversation.."

He paused, a grin spreading on his face. "Not my fault you're a little sensitive about it.."

"I ain't sensitive... I'm just not feeling it tonight, yeah? and you're still here bugging me.." you groaned, leaning against the drink table scanning the room for any signs of your friends.

Topper huffed in slight annoyance, his cocky smirk faltering just slightly. It was clear he wasn't used to being brushed off. "Fine, fine... I get it, I'll leave you alone.. But don't expect me to always be so polite and understanding, Y/l/n."

He downed the rest of his drink and set the empty cup on the table, before looking at you once more. "You know, you've really changed lately.."

"You don't even know me Topper.. Just leave already." you grimaced and tore your eyes from the crowd to shoot him a dirty look.

Topper raised his hands in mock surrender again, taking a step back. It was evident that the conversation was not going the way he wanted. His cocky demeanor started to slip, replaced by slight annoyance and resentment. "Alright, alright. I'm going.. No need to get so pissy with me."

He shot you a final dark glance before turning and disappearing into the crowd of party-goers, leaving you by yourself at the drink table.

You breathed a sigh of relief as Topper left, glad to be free from his unwanted company. Taking a moment to collect yourself, you sipped on your drink as you glanced around the room, trying to spot any familiar faces in the sea of party-goers.

As you took a moment to collect yourself and scan the crowd, a familiar presence suddenly appeared beside you. JJ stood silently beside you for a moment, his intense blue eyes taking note of your disheveled hair and slightly flushed cheeks, silently deducing what had happened previously.

He raised one eyebrow slightly but didn't say anything at first, just leaned back against the table and looked out at the crowd, watching the people dancing and laughing. After a moment, he spoke up.

"You look like you've been through the wringer." There was a hint of amusement in his voice, but also a slight note of concern

"How come you're alone?.. where's Kiara?" you spoke rather bitterly, the alcohol not stopping you from being grumpy as you stared at the people around you dancing and drinking.

JJ chuckled softly at your bitter tone, knowing that the alcohol was getting the better of you. He shook his head slightly, amused by your display of grumpiness. "Kiara's around somewhere, chatting it up with some of the other girls.."

He glanced over at you curiously, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "And don't change the subject. You look like you've had a raucous night thus far."

"You're just letting your girlfriend walk around alone..?" you mumbled, scrunching up your face in confusion and taking a sip of your drink, still not glancing at JJ.

JJ chuckled again, clearly finding your confusion and prodding amusing. "Yeah, I am. Why? You worried about her or something? Trust me, she's more than capable of handling herself."

He paused for a moment, studying your face as you avoided his gaze, sipping on your drink. "You're deflecting again, by the way.."

"Dunno.. just thought you'd be all over each other right now.." you chuckled wryly, "and i just hooked up with some dude.. that's why i look like a racoon.." you turned to side glance at him, a small proud smile tugging at your lips.

JJ raised his eyebrows in mild surprise, a mixture of amusement and disbelief on his face. He chuckled softly as you mentioned hooking up with some guy, but also couldn't help but notice the proud grin you had.

"Really now? And who's the lucky guy?" He leaned in slightly, his tone becoming a little more teasing as he spoke.

"..Secret." you narrowed your eyes, still smirking up at him as you turned to face him fully, your head tilted to the side as he leaned in slightly.

JJ chuckled again, clearly enjoying your coyness and slightly teasing demeanor. He leaned against the table, mirroring your position as he studied your face, an amused smile playing at the corner of his mouth. "Oh, a secret, huh? I see how it is."

He paused, a hint of mischief in his tone as he continued, leaning a little closer with a raised eyebrow. "Come on, don't keep me in suspense."

"I'm not spilling J.." you chuckled in disbelief, your brows furrowing at his insistence, your eyes roaming over his face. His cheeks were slightly flushed and his lips were a bit swollen, probably from kissing Kiara. His blonde hair was messy and he just looked so handsome to drunk you.

JJ chuckled along with you, enjoying your banter. He noticed your eyes roaming over his face, clearly taking in his flushed cheeks and slightly swollen lips, a result of his time with Kiara.

He couldn’t help but notice the way you were looking at him, your eyes lingering on his face, your own cheeks slightly blushed from the alcohol (and your hookup). He smirked faintly, enjoying the attention. "Come on, you can't keep me in the dark forever. I won't snitch, I promise."

"Nah.. not spilling." you tskd at him shaking your head and finally breaking the eye contact by turning your face away a little and taking a sip from your drink.

JJ chuckled, the smirk on his face growing wider as you stubbornly refused to give up the mystery guy's name.

He leaned even closer, leaning himself against the table to get more in your face. "Oh, you're such a tease.. Come on, just tell me his name. I'm really curious about this guy who has you looking so disheveled and satisfied.."

The way he leaned closer, the way he smirked, the way he looked at you.. It sent a strange little spark of excitement through you, even in your slightly drunken state. It was almost like a game, how he was trying to tease the mystery man's identity out of you, and how you were refusing to give in.

You took another sip of your drink, trying to hold back the fluttery, light feeling that was starting to bubble up inside.

"Not a chance, JJ. You'll have to pry it out of me with a crowbar.”

JJ chuckled softly at your stubborn refusal, enjoying the playful back-and-forth between the two of you. Your stubbornness was both admirable and frustrating all at once, but it only served to make him more intrigued and amused.

He took a step closer to you, invading your personal space, and lowered his voice to a huskier tone, challenging you with a smirk. "Is that right? Is that what it'll take, huh? A damn crowbar..”

"Watch the personal space, blondie.. you have a girlfriend now, don't forget." you chuckled, raising one brow as he continued to crowd you from the side, causing you to grimace in amusement.

JJ chuckled again, enjoying the way you were trying to push him away, all the while still not giving up the secret of the mystery man you hooked up with.

He didn't move away though, he continued to crowd your space, his eyes gleaming mischievously as he teased you. "And what's that supposed to mean, huh? Just because I have a girlfriend doesn't mean I'm not allowed to get up close and personal with my friends.."

He leaned in closer, his breath hot on your cheek as he spoke, his voice low and teasing. "Besides, Kiara's fine with me having my own personal space.. and if I wanna invade yours, she won't mind either.."

"What an understanding girlfriend Kiara is.." you mumbled, letting out a small soft laugh, almost brushing your nose against his when you turned your head to the side to glance at him.

JJ laughed softly along with you, reveling in the proximity of your faces, your nose almost brushing against his.

"Yeah, she's cool like that.."

He paused, his gaze lingering on your face, his features slightly more serious as he spoke in a lower tone. "Besides, she knows she's the only one that has me wrapped around her finger.."

Great wow, lady boner gone, you thought sarcastically at the last part of his statement. What a way to bring you back to earth after almost suffocating you with the tension. "I don't doubt that..." you mumbled, turning to gaze forward again, your eyes scanning the crowd again, adjusting your glasses and taking another sip from your drink in hopes to squish the feeling down.

JJ chuckled again, noticing the way your demeanor shifted after he mentioned Kiara having him wrapped around her finger. He could sense the tension and excitement between the two of you just moments before, but now it seemed to have dissipated a little.

He watched as you averted your gaze and took another sip of your drink, a small frown tugging at the corners of his mouth.

He knew he had to say something to bring back the banter and tension from before, so he leaned in again, his voice softer this time. "Hey, don't get all sulky on me now..”

"Why would i be sulky.. I'm happy for you." you spoke, shrugging after casting another sideway glance.

JJ raised his eyebrows, a touch of skepticism in his expression as he observed your reaction. He knew you well enough to sense something was off, but he wasn't sure what.

He studied your features for a moment, searching for any hints of jealousy or discontent, but your face remained neutral.

"You sure that's all it is? Just being happy for me and Kiara?"

His gaze lingered on your face, trying to read your expression, hoping to get a glimpse into what you were really feeling. He knew you well enough to know that sometimes you put up a front, masking your true emotions behind a neutral facade. Which was both admirable and annoying because if JJ liked to do anything, he liked to pry.

He leaned a little closer, his voice quieter, as if sharing a secret. "You can be honest, you know... if something is bothering you.."

"And why would i be bothered?" you asked, turning to face him again, your faces close again, "seems to me like you want me to be bothered or somethin'.." you added, your brows raised teasingly, feeling a little bolder given you were shitfaced.

JJ chuckled softly, his eyes locked on yours, a mix of amusement and something else, something more, in his gaze. He loved it when you got bolder with alcohol coursing through your veins.

"You think so, huh..?” he said, a hint of playfulness in his tone.

He leaned in even closer, his breath mingling with yours, his voice dropping to a low whisper. "Maybe I do.. Maybe I want you to be bothered, to be jealous.."

You scoffed, shaking your head calmly although on the inside you were freaking out. Your faces were so close and you could just close the distance between you and kiss him once, just like you had been dreaming. But you didn't of course, no amount of vodka could make you cut your own head like that. "..and why is that?" you settled on asking, tilting your head to the side a little.

JJ held your gaze, the smirk on his face only growing as he watched the subtle shift in your demeanor. He knew it was driving you crazy, having him so close like this, but he relished the effect he had on you. Was it a bit asshole ish of him? Probably. But when did he care about being an asshole. "Maybe I like when you’re bothered and jealous.. Maybe it makes you feisty, more fun to tease.."

He leaned in even closer, mere inches apart, his voice dropping to a whisper once again. "Maybe I like seeing you all worked up, just for me.."

You knew he was just teasing you. Obviously. You knew you had to pull back slightly and back away a little, tell him it wasn't funny and such. But you found yourself wanting to push back, ricochet this tension, "trust me you'll know if i was jealous.." you smirked, dropping your gaze to his lips deliberately and then back into those blue eyes you knew so well.

JJ's smirk only widened as he watched your gaze drop to his lips and then dart back up to his eyes. He was enjoying this little push and pull, this back and forth of tension and flirtation between you two.

He leaned in even closer, his breath warm on your cheek as he spoke in a low, huskier tone than before.

"Oh yeah? And how would I know if you were jealous, huh? You gonna spell it out for me, or are you gonna show me?"

"There's no need. I'm very happy for you as your best friend.." you whispered, your words sounding almost sarcastic, the statements almost getting lost in the sound of the blaring music of the party around you both.

JJ chuckled softly at the sarcastic note in your voice, seeing right through your feigned happiness for him and Kiara. He knew there was more to it, there was always more to it when it came to you and him.

He leaned in even closer, almost so that his lips were brushing against your ear, his whisper hot and tickling against your skin. "Oh yeah? You sure about that, huh? You sure you're not just saying that to cover up how you really feel?"

Your eyes almost fluttered closed as he whispered in your ear but you managed to keep them open and yourself up on your feet. Surprisingly, given you were also drunk like a sailor. Your fingers reached up to adjust your glasses chuckling, "oh come on, I'm being honest here... Scout's honor J.." you mumbled breathlessly still smirking.

JJ chuckled at your attempt to keep yourself balanced and upright, his eyes roaming over your face, taking in your flushed cheeks and slightly glassy eyes. He knew you were drunk, and he knew he should pull back, but damn it if that didn't make you even more attractive to him.

He smirked back, his arm instinctively moving to help steady you on your feet, his voice dropping to a dangerously low tone. "Alright, alright. I'll give you the benefit of the doubt.. for now... scout's honor, huh?

"Whatever.." you mumbled waving a dismissive hand in his direction, your face turned away again as you sipped from your drink. If he wasn't gonna pull back you would have seriously did something you would have regretted in the morning. You forgot what you were talking about anyway, the whole tension and the fact that he smelled like weed and cologne always made your brain short circuit. You really were cursed.

JJ let you wave off the conversation and take a swig of your drink, watching as you sipped on it while turning your face away. He could still feel the tension between the two of you, thick and palpable like smoke. It was like the air was charged with electricity whenever you were this close together. It didn't change when he got with Kie. Although he desperately hoped it would.

He studied your face for a moment, noticing how the alcohol was clearly affecting you, making your mind hazy and your movements looser. He had an uncontrollable urge to touch you, to take your hand in his or brush his fingertips along your jawline, but he held himself back.

The party was in full swing around you now, the music blaring and the lights growing even more blinding, but it all felt distant and irrelevant to JJ in this moment. All he could focus on was you, standing there with your flushed cheeks and swaying slightly on your feet, looking so damn endearing and tempting at the same time. He leaned in a little closer, his voice lowered to a soft murmur. "You're really feeling the drinks, huh..?"

"Yeah.." you responded weakly, chuckling breathlessly as you studied the crowd dancing and drinking, your vision blurry and your head fuzzy.

JJ watched as you chuckled weakly, your gaze trained on the partygoers around you, all lost in their own world of dancing and drinking. The alcohol was clearly taking its toll on you, and seeing you like this, slightly woozy and disoriented, stirred something in him.

He leaned in a bit closer not able to contain himself from doing so, his lips close to your ear again, his voice gentle yet with a hint of concern. "Maybe you should sit down for a while.. You don’t look so good, you’re not gonna pass out on me now, are you?"

"Nah i won't pass out." you shook your head, locking eyes with him when he pulled back slightly, "but maybe you should go find your girlfriend, don't you think? wouldn't want people to think we're up to something standing so close.."

JJ's gaze held yours for a long moment as you locked eyes with him, a flicker of something passing between you two before you mentioned Kiara. He knew you had a point, they were technically together, and it probably looked a little suspicious seeing him so close to you instead. But a small part of him didn't want to leave you. He didn't want to go find Kiara, he wanted to stay right where he was, close to you.

He chuckled lowly under his breath before speaking. "Yeah... Yeah, I probably should..."

"Yeah you should find Kiara.. your dear girlfriend.." you mumbled, turning to lean your back against the table, your hands gripping the edge of it for balance, tipping your head back and groaning to yourself. You were feeling lightheaded and it felt like the room was spinning around you, mouth watering slightly.

JJ watched as you turned away and leaned against the table, your grasp on the edge of it and the sound of your groan sending a pang of guilt through his chest. He knew he should go find Kiara, he was her boyfriend after all, but seeing you like that, a small voice in his head whispered to stay. Or maybe the devil on his shoulder did, he was too tipsy to tell which.

He shifted on his feet, glancing around the room aimlessly for a moment before looking back at you, his tone softer as he spoke. "Yeah... I really should go find her..."

But he didn't move. He stood there for a moment, torn between his duty to Kiara and the inexplicable pull he felt towards you. He watched you leaning against the table, your head thrown back and your eyes closed, and he couldn't help but think how delicate and beautiful you looked in that moment. He had seen you like this before, drunk and swaying, but there was something different about this time, something that made his heart ache a little.

He let out a sigh, his conflicting thoughts weighing heavily on him. He knew he was being selfish, that he should go find Kiara and do the right thing. He had a girlfriend, and he couldn't just stand here mooning over you. But he couldn't seem to make himself move.

He stepped closer to you, his voice a low murmur, almost too low to hear over the music. "You really look out of it, you sure you'll be okay if I leave you here?"

"I dunno... maybe. Maybe not.." you mumbled almost mischievously, grinning drunkenly, your eyes still closed and your head thrown back.

JJ rolled his eyes at your drunkenly mumbled response, a mixture of annoyance and affection in his expression. He knew you were too drunk to care about how you looked or sounded at this point, which was both endearing and frustrating.

He leaned in a little more to study you closely, his gaze on your face, taking in your closed eyes and the lazy grin on your lips. "You're such a pain in my ass, you know that?"

He let out a soft huff, his heart skipping a beat at how effortlessly cute you looked in this state, all disheveled and tipsy. But he also knew you were in no condition to be left alone, especially with all the drunk guys at the party who would probably try to take advantage of your vulnerable state.

He leaned against the table next to you, his shoulder bumping against yours as he spoke. "I can't just leave you here like this, you're probably gonna pass out or something if I let you be.."

"What bout' Kie?.." you slurred, swaying a little and fake pouted to yourself, throwing your head back a little more.

JJ raised an eyebrow at your slurring voice, rolling his eyes as you swayed drunkenly and pouted like a little kid. He knew you were just being a nuisance right now, but there was also a part of him that found your drunken antics amusing.

He let out another huff, his tone slightly annoyed but affectionate all the same. "Of course we have to think about Kie... But also, you're my friend, I can't just leave you here all by yourself when you're like this.."

You let out another loud groan. You always hated when he friend-zoned you in the middle of the conversations, and you were happy you were too drunk to say anything at the moment resorting to just groaning. "Thanks.. what would i do?.. without a best friend like you.." you chuckled wryly, head still thrown back and eyes closed.

JJ smirked at your groan and the mock appreciation in your voice. He knew you hated being friendzoned, but that was because you both knew it wasn't just that. There was always something more between the two of you, something neither of you could fully ignore or deny.

He leaned a little closer, his voice a low murmur as he spoke, a hint of teasing in his tone. "You'd be lost, that's what you'd be. Drowning in your own misery and despair without me.."

JJ chuckled dryly as he spoke, his eyes on your face, watching the way your eyelashes fanned across your cheeks in the dim light. He knew you were far too wasted to notice his slight flirting, which made it all the more fun for him. He was treading a fine line between just friends and something more, and it was a line he had been dancing around with you for a long time now.

He leaned even closer, his lips practically against your ear as he spoke, his voice soft and rough. "But let's be honest here, you'd be lost without me.."

Your eyes fluttered open, letting out a sound between a scoff and a snort, your fingers reaching up to adjust your glasses "think it's the other way around but.. 'kay." you mumbled, rolling your eyes at his statement steadying your self on your feet.

JJ grinned at your response, enjoying the way you tried to sass him even in your drunken state. He always loved your stubborn attitude, it was one of the things that attracted him to you in the first place.

He chuckled softly, watching you adjust your glasses and trying to steady yourself on your feet, a small part of him finding your clumsy efforts adorable. "Oh really now? You think I'd be the one lost without you, huh?"

"Well.. not entirely sure given you have Kie babysitting you now.." you nodded side glancing at him and bumping your shoulder against his at an attempt on casualness.

JJ rolled his eyes at your side glance and the bump of your shoulder, a small smirk playing on his lips. "Oh please, Kiara's not babysitting me, she's my girlfriend. There's a difference."

He studied your face for a moment, his gaze flickering over your features. "Besides, I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself, you know .."

"And here i thought you didn't even have the word 'girlfriend' in your vocabulary.." you mumbled teasingly, your eyes still scanning the crowd of drunk teenagers dancing around you both, the music blaring loudly throughout the Cameron house. Mainly to distract you from the tension growing between you and JJ.

JJ huffed a small laugh at your teasing remark, rolling his eyes at the implication that he was a ladies man who couldn't possibly commit to a relationship.

"Hilarious."

He shot you a dry look, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "Real funny, I'm not as much of a manwhore as you make me out to be, you know.."

"Hey.. I'm just sayin'.. didn't know you could be loyal." you chuckled, looking up at him, leaning against the drinks table to your side.

JJ rolled his eyes again at your comment about loyalty, but he couldn't help but smile a little. "Well, surprise surprise. I do have a heart capable of being loyal. I know, shocking, right?"

He smirked at you, his eyes locking with yours as you leaned against the drink table, his voice a little more teasing than usual. "You always have such high opinions of me, don't you."

"I've known you my whole life unfortunately.. these opinions are facts." you shrugged feigning disappointment.

JJ chuckled softly, shaking his head at your feigned disappointment and your "factual" opinions about him. He knew you were mostly teasing, although there was a hint of truth in your words. You had known him practically his whole life, you probably knew him better than anyone, and that thought both exhilarated and slightly irritated him. "Aw, you're breaking my heart here, you know that. I thought you had some faith in me."

"I mean hey.." you turned to face him, smirking and narrowing your eyes up at him, "you wanna tell me you actually had been loyal to Kie these 3 whole months..?" your smirk widened into a small grin, whispering.

JJ's mouth opened and closed, his mind racing for a moment as he tried to come up with a witty response to your question. He knew he couldn't truthfully say that he had been %100 loyal to Kiara these past three months. No, that would be a straight up lie.

He leaned in slightly, his voice a low murmur, a hint of guilt in his eyes. "You... you don't play fair, do you..?"

Your hand shot up to cover your mouth, a small snort of laughter escaping you. You wouldn't admit it but the thought that he wasn't completely loyal to Kie, excited you a little. Maybe that was the alcohol talking. "I knew it." you mumbled, eyes wide and teasing after laughing for a couple of seconds.

JJ's eyes widened as you let out a snort of laughter, his heart skipping a beat at how adorably amused you seemed by his lack of loyalty to Kiara.

He tried to play it off with a small smirk, but there was a hint of guilt in his voice. "Yeah yeah, you're a regular Sherlock Holmes. Congratulations for figuring me out."

"What are we talking about here.. making out? hand stuff..?" you asked lowly, stepping a little closer "or like the real deal?" you grinned, unable to hold your giggles.

JJ's cheeks flushed a light pink at the bluntness of your questions, his mind immediately going to the things he had done that weren't exactly loyal to Kiara. Some things he hadn't even told anyone yet.

He glanced around, making sure no one else was listening before he leaned closer to you, his voice a low murmur, his eyes a little wary. "Wouldn't you like to know weather boy.."

JJ mentally cursed himself for that response, he should've just made the joke and moved on, now you'd keep pushing for more information, you always did. But then again, he knew you didn't know the whole extent of his lack of loyalty, so what harm could a bit of honesty do?

He took a deep breath before he spoke again, his voice barely above a whisper. "It wasn't the real deal if that's what you're asking..."

"So we're talking 'bj from a stranger'? or..." you narrowed your eyes still smirking, your gaze fitting over his face.

JJ's cheeks burn a brighter red at the boldness of your question, at your unwavering gaze that seemed to see right through him. He was surprised you weren't more shocked, but then again you had always been fairly blunt and direct. He glanced around again, still ensuring no one was near enough to hear the details of his indiscretions.

He leaned in even closer, his voice was almost hoarse as he spoke, his heart beating faster. "More like a few make outs ... a few handjobs …"

You opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out. You were a little taken aback but more than anything amused. Way too amused. And your mind was now filled with the image of how JJ looked when he got a hand job or made out with someone. Also very not fit for the situation. "Damn.. that's all?" you found yourself asking, studying his face intently.

JJ raised a eyebrow at your reaction, expecting a bit more shock, but you just seemed incredibly amused by it all. Which surprised him.

He chuckled a little wryly at your question, a smirk playing on his lips. Your intense gaze on his face was making it hard for him to think straight. "Yeah, that's all."

He smirked a bit more, raising an eyebrow as he looked back and forth between your eyes. "Did you want me to say more?"

"I'm just.. that's not that bad.." you shrugged, pressing your lips together in amusement. God you were enjoying this. You felt a weird sense of satisfaction flood your hazy and drunk mind as you looked to the side, breaking the eye contact with him, scoffing in slight disbelief.

There was some part of JJ that was surprised at your nonchalant reaction, at how okay you seemed to be with the lack of loyalty he had towards Kiara. You were usually pretty judgmental when it came to that sort of stuff, but you just seemed amused by it now. Almost satisfied, even. Which puzzled him, and aroused him at the same time. He leaned a little closer to you, trying to catch your eyes with his again.

"Yeah? 'Not that bad' huh?" He teased with a sly smile.

JJ paused for a moment, studying your face as you seemed to be deep in thought, your eyes avoiding his gaze. There was a sense of satisfaction in your demeanor that he could not miss, and it made him curious, intrigued. Did you actually like the idea of him being a bit disobedient? His mind started to race as he studied your face, his lips parted slightly.

He leaned even closer, his voice a low murmur "Why do you seem so... satisfied with this?"

"I.. i don't-.. I'm not satisfied.. i just find it amusing." you stammered, letting out a small nervous chuckle, glancing back up at him, "maybe cause I'm wasted.." you shrugged, still trying to suppress a small smile.

JJ raised an eyebrow at your stammered response, a small smirk forming on his face at your nervous chuckle. He knew you well enough to know when you were hiding something, and the way you were trying to suppress your smile was a dead giveaway.

He leaned against the drink table you were standing at, his eyes locking with yours, a hint of challenge in his gaze. "Yeah? Amused or.... excited..?"

"Now why would i be excited, you're an unfaithful asshole?" you asked lowly, raising your brows as you stepped closer to him, a small teasing smirk playing on your lips.

JJ chuckled at your blunt words, his eyes darkened as you stepped closer to him. The tension between you was growing, and he liked it.

He leaned back against the drink table a bit more, his eyes flickering over your face, a devilish smirk on his lips. "I don't know, you tell me. You're the one who's been grinning this whole time, like you're getting some sort of kick out of this conversation..."

"Hey.. that's because i knew it. You confirmed my suspicions and I'm happy about being right." you shrugged, returning his gaze heads on, still grinning like you didn't actually mean the words. Because they were only half true. If you were gonna admit it fully to yourself, you felt like you found the biggest loophole in history, one you could easily slip through. But you discarded that for now. It wasn't like what you were thinking was morally correct. That shit was messy and you wouldn't mind just being right. You couldn't do that to Kie, as much as you wanted to.

JJ chuckled at your response, his eyes glittering as he studied your face. Your grin was playful, almost cocky, like you were holding something back. "Your suspicions? You knew I wasn't being loyal to Kie, huh?"

He crossed his arms over his chest, his smirk widening. He loved when you were like this, cocky and confident, it was hot.

JJ's heart was racing as he stood a breath away from you. The proximity to you combined with the adrenaline rushing through his veins was making him feel a little dizzy, but in the best possible way. He could see a hint of something in your eyes, and it fueled him on.*

He leaned a little closer, his hot breath caressing your ear, as he spoke in a low, sultry voice. "You have no idea what you're doing to me right now.."

Your brows raised, your eyes widening slightly at his unexpected words. You could feel the small flush creep up your neck and you let out a low laugh. "Are you trying to bait me..?" you asked, a small smirk playing on your lips.

JJ chuckled, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of mischief and desire as he saw your reaction to his words. Your flushed face only fueled him further.

He reached out and gently caressed your flushed skin with the back of his hand, a sly smile on his face. "Bait you? Me? I'm just sayin' what's on my mind, sugar."

JJ felt a rush of confidence and boldness, fueled by the alcohol and the heat of the moment. He moved a little closer, his hand still tracing along your jawline as he spoke, his voice lowering even more.

"And I can tell you, you've got my mind going to some very interesting places.."

"I can't figure out if you're being serious or this is just some weird experiment to see if i bite the bait.." you narrowed your eyes, your eyes tracing over every detail of his face. You were freaking out internally of course, his words and touch and the way he called you sugar were all sending your mind in a drunken frenzy. Especially with the southern drawl his low words carried.

JJ smirked, his smirk widening at your narrowing gaze. He could see you trying to decipher his intentions, and he was enjoying the effect he was having on you. The way your eyes were tracing over his face, the way you responded to his touch and words... It was exactly what he was aiming for, and more. And he could feel the tension building between you.

He leaned even closer to you, his hand still gently resting on your jawline. He looked right into your eyes, his voice sultry. "Oh, I assure you, doll, I'm very serious.."

JJ leaned closer, so close that his body was now pressed against yours. He could feel your breath on his skin, smell the alcohol on your breath, and it was driving him crazy. He ran his hand down your neck, leaving a trail of heat behind as he spoke, his voice a low murmur, full of desire and tension. "You have no idea how much self-control it's taking me right now not to do some very bad things to you.."

"So it's that easy, yeah?" you asked, your expression smug and intense "you're biting my bait too y'know..?"

JJ paused for a moment, taken a little off guard by your words. He hadn't expected you to fire back so quick, and with such attitude. But he liked it, he found it sexy and intriguing. And he knew you were right, he was definitely biting your bait, hook, line, and sinker.

He smirked again, his eyes darkening with desire as he looked at you. He leaned in even closer, his lips almost brushing your ear as he responded in a low, dangerous voice that sent a shiver down your spine. "Yeah, doll, I guess I am..."

"I kinda like the tension though.." you nodded vaguely, "it's not wrong to have tension with your best friend... what is wrong though.. is what you're trying to bait me into..."

JJ chuckled, his hand slowly tracing along the side of your neck, sending chills down your spine. "Oh, the tension is definitely worth it. You have no idea how much."

He paused for a moment, his eyes locked on yours, his gaze intense and sultry. "You're right, sugar. We are best friends. And sometimes... best friends do very wrong things to each other.."

"You're talking to me like you're talking to a child.." you chuckled softly, your gaze glued onto his face, "still doesn't make it any less... treacherous and wrong." you shrugged grinning.

JJ's smirk widened as you chucked, enjoying the way you were responding to him. He felt a thrill of excitement coursing through his veins, feeding off your energy. "Nah, I know you're not a child. You're a grown woman, capable of making your own decisions. Just like I'm a grown man.. with very few limits.. very few morals.."

He paused for a moment, his head slightly tilting as he looked deeply into your eyes. "Sometimes wrong things feel so goddamn right.."

"Very few limits and morals, huh? and what if i have a strong moral code and i like doing the right things..?" you prodded, narrowing your eyes again, pressing your lips together in a questioning look.

JJ's smirk turned into a sly grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief. He knew you were playing a game, just as he was, and he was enjoying it immensely. "You're funny as hell, doll."

He chuckled softly, his hand moving down to rest on your hip, holding you against the drink table. "We both know you don't have a strong moral code. You like breaking the rules just as much as I do. We're both just very good at hiding it."

"This isn't about my rules. I don't have rules here.. i can hook up with as many guys as i want at this party.." you chuckled, crossing your arms over your chest, "including you. You're the one who's supposed to be loyal to one person." you mumbled mischievously, smirking up at him.

JJ's eyes darkened at your words, a dangerous glint appearing in them as he smirked back at you. He took a step closer, his body pressing closer against yours, his hand slowly sliding down your hip, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. "Yeah, maybe I am. But you don't seem real broken up by that fact, sugar... In fact, you seem to be enjoying it quite a lot.."

He lowered his head to your ear, his voice a low, sultry murmur "Admit it.."

"I'm tempted to.. but you know what they say in court.. anything you say can be held against you or something.." you chuckled once again at your own words, still fixing with your gaze, your eyes glinting with curiosity behind your glasses.

JJ smirked again, enjoying your quick-witted response. He knew you were playing with him, trying to get a rise out of him. But he was enjoying this little game of cat and mouse the two of you were playing. He took another step forward, his body now fully pressed against yours, his hand slowly sliding around your waist, pulling you against his chest.

"Hmm.. yeah, that's true. You can always plead the fifth, sugar." He leaned in closer, his lips just a breath away from your ear, his voice low and sultry.

"Plead the fifth..?" you snorted softly in amusement at his quick rebuttal to your smartass response. You always liked that about JJ. He could always take what you dished out no matter the context. Perks of being childhood best friends, i guess.

JJ chuckled at your snort, his smirk widening into a cocky, confident smile. He knew you could give as good as you got, and he loved it. There was something so sexy and exciting about your quick-witted banter.

"Yes ma'am. The ol' fifth amendment. The right to shut your damn mouth and keep your secrets to yourself." He gently grabbed your chin, tilting your head up so that your eyes met his once more, his voice dropping down to a sultry whisper.

"You're such a smartass.." you shook your head raising your brows. "Maybe i wanna speak my mind and not plead the fifth amendment. I'm a law abiding citizen after all.." your grin widened, continuing to challenge him, pushing the limit.

JJ chuckled at your words, enjoying your playful defiance. The more you pushed him, the more his desire and excitement grew. He loved it when you played this game with him. "A law-abiding citizen, huh? Sure, doll. Whatever you say."

He smirked, leaning in closer, his lips almost brushing against your ear again. "We both know your mind is filled with all kinds of not-so-innocent thoughts right now. Confess, sugar.."

"Can't confess anything.. i plead the fifth." you shifted the weight from one foot to the other, turning your face a little to the side, your noses brushing against each other as he leaned in to whisper in your ear.

JJ chuckled gruffly at your playful stubbornness, enjoying the way you leaned into him and the way your faces were now so close together. It was taking all his self-control not to just push you up against the wall at this point and kiss you senseless. But he wanted to play your game, and he wasn't about to give up yet. "Damn.. You're driving me crazy just by talking about not talking.."

He paused, his voice lowering to a sultry whisper, his breath hot against your ear. "I wish I could just kiss you right now, sugar.."

You weren't sure how you were still standing right now. Especially since you were already really drunk. That was one sentence you hoped to hear from JJ since you started liking him. But it wasn't the right setting, given Kiara was in the same house and she could always decide to come looking for her boyfriend. The same boyfriend clinging to you and practically begging you to hook up with him. As bad as it sounded, it felt like a win for you, even though it shouldn't.

"Oh yeah..?" you asked lowly, still smiling up at him, those 2 words being the only ones you could manage in that moment.

JJ's smirk widened as he watched you struggle to formulate a response. He knew he had you right where he wanted you. And he was enjoying it. His hand was still resting on your hip, his fingers gently tracing circles on the skin underneath your shirt. He relished in the way you leaned into him, the way your breath hitched, the way your eyes darkened with desire.

"Yeah.."

His voice was low and husky with a hint of pleading, his breath hot against your ear as he leaned in closer his lips mere inches away from your skin. "I wanna kiss you so bad right now.."

"I heard you the first time.." you teased, turning your face to the side again, your nose brushing against his cheek once again.

JJ chuckled, his smirk widening in amusement as he felt your nose brush against his cheek. He couldn't resist the urge to move even closer to you, his body now fully pressed against yours, trapping you between him and the table. "Oh, I know you heard me. But I just like hearing myself say it. I like the way it makes you squirm.."

He leaned in even closer, his breath hot against your ear as he continued to speak, his voice dropping down to a low murmur. "And I know you feel it too, sugar. I can see it in your eyes, I can hear it in your breathing. You wanna kiss me just as much as I wanna kiss you. Admit it.."

"Maybe... but just as a little experiment y'know?" you whispered back, your gaze fixed intently on the side of his face, "i mean we've been best friends for so long.. can't blame me for wondering, yeah?"

JJ chuckled again, his smirk widening into a cocky smile. "A little experiment, huh? I like the sound of that.."

His hand traveled from your hip to your waist, his fingers tracing the curves of your body. "Yeah, totally. I guess I can't blame you at all for wondering how different it'd feel.. being with your childhood best friend and all.. that must've popped into your head at some point, right sugar?"

"Did it pop into your head..?" you turned the question around, mirroring his smirk.

"Oh, it definitely popped into my head.." JJ's smirk widened as he spoke, his eyes scanning your face for a moment, taking in every detail. He loved the way you matched his smirk with your own, the way you were playing the same game as he was.

"More times than I can count, if i'm being honest..." He nodded, his body now completely pressed against yours, his breath warm against your ear.

"You have no idea how many times I've imagined what it'd be like to kiss you.. to touch you.. to make you moan my name as I-" He cut himself off, a low chuckle escaping his lips as he pulled back slightly, his gaze fixed intently on your face.

You met his gaze heads on again, knowing that he was imagining the same thing as you. It was like your own moans were echoing in your mind as you imagined being on top of JJ, despite the blaring music around you both. You pressed your lips together to suppress a nervous smile, adjusting your glasses and holding his gaze silently, not backing away but not saying anything either.

JJ seemed to pick up on your nervous smile as he held your gaze. He couldn't help but smile too, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of mischief and desire. He knew you were thinking the same things he was, and it was driving him wild, in the best possible way.

"You're good at this game, doll.."

He mumbled, his grip on your hip tightening just a little as his eyes flicked down to your lips for a moment, taking in their soft shape and fullness. He wanted to kiss you so badly, it was taking all his self-control to hold back.

"I am.. feels like we've playing for years, right?" you spoke, chuckling softly, the sound almost lost in the party sounds around.

JJ chuckled in agreement, nodding slightly. "Yeah, it definitely feels like it..."

He paused for a moment, his gaze still fixed on your lips, his eyes tracing their shape, his mind wandering to all sorts of dirty imaginings that he was desperately trying to push away. But standing this close to you, seeing you looking up at him with those eyes and that smirk, it made it very difficult for him to stay focused and not lean in and kiss you right there and then.

"Y'know.. your lips are a lot pinker and fuller than I've always imagined.." He mumbled, his thumb gently tracing the outline of your bottom lip, feeling the softness against his skin. His eyes darkened as he looked down at you, the heat and desire behind them almost palpable.

"What about about my lips?" you asked, raising a brow at the word 'imagined', swallowing down a small lump that was forming in your throat.

JJ's gaze was still fixed on your lips, tracing the shape of them lazily with his thumb, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"You have no idea how many times I've thought about what it would feel like to kiss your lips.. to have them on mine.." His voice was low and rough, his mind obviously consumed by his own thoughts of you and the two of you together.

"Oh my god, i thought you were gonna end that sentence in another way.." you snorted a small nervous laugh, stepping back a little to laugh gently and nervously, placing your hands on your knees.

JJ couldn't help but chuckle as you stepped back and laughed nervously. He could see that you were feeling a little flustered and he couldn't blame you, he was feeling the same way.

"What? Did you think I was gonna say something dirty, sugar?" He asked, raising an eyebrow, his smirk widening.

"Yeah.. i mean when guys talk about my lips, they're always like: 'you have dick-sucking lips..'" you giggled again, locking eyes with him and shrugging.

JJ chuckled again, unable to keep the smile off his face at your words. Yeah, definitely flustered. He took a step closer to you again, leaning against the table next to you, his arm now brushing against yours.

"Yeah, guys these days can be pretty crude, huh?" He looked at you, his gaze locking with yours for a moment, his thoughts betraying him as he imagined what it'd look like to see your lips wrapped around him, your eyes looking up at him like now..

He had to stop himself from groaning aloud, his mind replaying the imaginative scene in front of him over and over, sending a wave of heat through his body. You on your knees, your lips around him, you hand following suit.. He took a slow, deep breath, trying to control his mind and his body's reactions, before speaking again.

"They've got no tact or class.. it's all just crude one-liners and vulgar comments.."

"I know right..?" you mumbled in amusement, watching every micro-expression on his face, letting out a small knowing chuckle.

JJ shot you a quick sideways glance, his eyebrow twitching as he noticed your knowing chuckle, realizing that you were paying attention to every small movement he made. He could tell you were picking up on the way he was reacting to you, and he knew he had to be careful with his words and reactions.

"Yeah.. it's annoying, honestly.."

He tried to play it cool, leaning against the table and crossing one leg over the other, hoping you didn't pick up on exactly what he was thinking.

"Well... you were telling me just a few moments ago how you... wanna hear me moan your name. So you weren't very far from crude one liners or vulgar comments." you adjusted your glasses, mirroring his smile.

JJ's smile widened at your words, his chest swelling with pride that you remembered his words from not even 5 minutes ago. He felt your mirrored smile, noticing the confidence behind it and knowing that you loved how easy you could make him flustered.

"Hey now.. I'm just being honest. I don't have to be crude about it." He chuckled, running a hand through his hair, trying to appear calm and casual.

You giggled, watching him intensely for a few moments. Before you were going to speak up though, Kie cut you off, greeting JJ and standing in front of both of you with Sarah. The greeting caused you to break the eye contact with JJ, grinning at the girls, who unknowingly walked into something. His girlfriend walked up to him slinging her arms around his neck, smiling at him lovingly.

JJ barely had time to react before Kie was in front of him, her arms wrapped around his neck, her body pressed against his. He had to resist the urge to wince at the interruption, his gaze flicking from her to you before he put on his usual cocky grin.

"Heyyy, Kie."

He greeted her, wrapping his arms around her waist, all the while silently wishing she would disappear or at least go somewhere else, so he could go back to flirting with you. Which he felt bad for thinking.

Kie leaned against him, burying her head in the crook of his neck, her arms still wrapped around his neck. She was completely oblivious to the tension between him and you, blissfully unaware of the fact that he was completely captivated by you just moments ago. She pulled back from him enough to look up at his face, her expression fond and affectionate. "I missed you."

She said softly, her voice sweet and loving. He couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt at the affectionate look in her eyes. But he pushed those feelings away, his eyes flickering back to you for a moment.

JJ forced himself to smile down at her, to look at her like a man who was smitten would, but it was hard. All he could think about was you. You and your soft, full lips, and your sharp, quick wit, and the way your eyes sparkled when you spoke to him. His arms around her waist felt tight, almost stiff, like he was holding her against him for the sake of keeping up appearances.

"Yeah, I missed you too, baby." He replied, managing to keep his voice even. His eyes flicked back to you again.

You could feel yourself grow annoyed again. Just like you would when seeing Kiara with JJ. You looked away from the scene and smiled at Sarah again, leaning back against the table casually, "Hey y'all.." you greeted both of them, adjusting your glasses. You were desperately trying to push down the conversation you just had with JJ, how he was practically begging you with his eyes to hook up with him. Or how you were practically undressing him with yours.

Kie turned to you and smiled at your greeting. She had no idea that what was going on just before she had arrived had any significance. She was oblivious to the fact that JJ's mind was consumed with thoughts of you.

"Hey! How are you? Did you just get here?" She asked, genuinely wondering without realizing that JJ's eyes hadn't left you since she'd showed up.

You shook your head and tskd at her question, a small smirk on your lips, "Nah.. i was upstairs.. doing something." you mumbled, your gaze fitting to the side as you remembered your small hookup with Rafe barely an hour ago.

Kie raised her eyebrows at your response, her expression curious and interested. She knew you well enough to know that 'doing something' could mean a variety of things, none of them boring or uninteresting. "Oh really? And what were you doing?"

She asked, her tone playful, like she was trying to coax the information out of you.

"Too bad i plead the fifth.. you guys will never know." you smirked teasingly, glancing between Sarah and Kie before shooting JJ an amused look knowing you talked about 'pleading the fifth' to one another.

Kie groaned, pouting at your response, knowing that it was unlikely she would get any information out of you. She was always curious, and your mysterious demeanor only served to heighten her interest. She opened her mouth to say something, but was cut off as she noticed the look between you and JJ.

JJ's heart skipped a beat as you shot him a look, the connection between the two of you palpable for a brief moment. He had to restrain himself from breaking into a smirk, remembering your previous conversation.

His mind went back to moments before Kie had interrupted, the way he'd been fixated on your lips, the way he'd wanted to taste them. He tore his gaze away from you, forcing himself to look at Kie instead, his arms still around her waist. But his eyes kept flickering back to you, unable to stay away for long. He was torn between the two of you, feeling guilty for the thoughts he was having and the feelings you were stirring up in him.

Kie noticed JJ's distracted gaze, the way his eyes kept darting towards you, even as he held her in his arms. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy and insecurity, wondering what was going on between the two of you.

"What are you thinking about, babe?" She asked, her tone slightly sharper than before.

JJ's heart skipped a beat again at Kie's question, realizing that he had been caught looking at you. But he quickly shook it off, plastering on a charming smile and looked down at Kie.

"Nothing, baby. Just... zoning out, I guess." He lied, his gaze flickering back to you for a moment before returning to Kie.

You on the other hand were looking down at your phone, pulling up the chat with Rafe to text him quickly. 'U owe me 50$ prick i told u i wasnt delusional jj was just begging me to hook up with him.' You texted the Cameron boy, chuckling to yourself at the memory of the bet you made with Rafe about JJ never liking you back that way, after you guys hooked up one random day.

A few moments later, your phone vibrated with a reply from Rafe. 'Yeah yeah. I'll give you your 50 bucks when I see you.' He would never forget about something that he owed, especially if it was a bet that he lost.

JJ's mind was still on you, despite trying to focus on what Kie was saying. He couldn't stop thinking about your conversation before she had interrupted, the way you had looked at him with that sly, seductive smile on your lips.

'Might be sooner than u think his girl just interrupted the whole thing. They're snugglin in front of me rn' you typed out the response quickly, following it with a over the top chain of broken heart emojis, chuckling as you did so, before tucking the phone back in the back pocket of your denim skirt.

'Damn. Wish I could see that.' He replied, adding a few of his own laughing emojis.

JJ and Kie had migrated over to some sort of couch and were sitting down next to each other, Kie practically on top of him, her head resting on his shoulder. Despite the close contact, JJ couldn't help but glance over at you, his eyes drawn to your figure, his mind still swirling with your words from not even 10 minutes ago.

'Where r u?' you typed, looking around you as if expecting to see Rafe in the crowd of drunk teenagers, still wearing that amused smile on your face. You noticed that JJ and Kie were now sitting down on the couch, Sarah next to you preparing herself a small drink at the drink table you were leaning against.

'Just around... why?' he responded, adding a few winking emojis.

Kie had cuddled up against JJ, her arm linked with his, her body pressed close to him. He tried to act natural, but his attention kept getting pulled back to you. The way you were casually leaning against the table, your legs crossed, the smirk playing on your lips. He desperately tried to keep his eyes from drifting down your legs again but was failing miserably.

'How vague.. u sound like a murderer' you rolled your eyes adding a 🔪 emoji at the end before pressing send and tucking your phone back into your pocket facing Sarah. "What you drinking?" you asked curiously. trying desperately not to look at the couple on the couch just a few feet away.

The phone vibrated again with a new message from Rafe, his response containing a laughing/crying emoji, followed by 'Not really in the murdering mood today lol'. Sarah looked up from the drink she was making, a smirk on her face.

"Just a shot mix. You want some?" She gestured to the different bottles of alcohol on the table, some half empty and others barely touched.

'Is that cs u have a party at ur house rn or what?' you replied to Rafe instantly, your shoulders shaking a little with suppressed laughter, "Nah.. I'd have a vodka orange if you wanna make that for me.." you shouted slightly at Sarah over the music, casting a small glance in JJ's direction and catching his eyes, given he was already looking at you.

'Oh yeah that too lol'

He texted back, his reply making you chuckle again. Sarah nodded at your request, grabbing a bottle of vodka and orange juice from the table, beginning to pour the drinks.

Meanwhile, JJ was caught staring at you again, his gaze fixated on you, like he couldn't tear his eyes away. You glanced in his direction, catching his eyes. He felt a jolt go through him at the eye contact, his heart beating a little faster. He hastily looked away, trying to maintain a nonchalant attitude.

'Stop puttin lol after every text rafe u look like my mom who js discovered lolling' you texted back amused. You broke the eye contact with JJ when you had to text Rafe back, your expression melting into one of amusement and awkwardness.

'Sorry lol' he responded, chuckling to himself at the thought of looking like a mom who just discovered texting shorthand.

JJ watched as your expression changed suddenly, noticing the mix of amusement and awkwardness on your face. He couldn't help but wonder what you were texting, who you were texting, and if it was about him. He took a deep breath, trying to remain calm and composed, all the while wanting to get up and tear your phone out of your hands to see who you were texting.

'Ur so dumb' you texted Rafe back before adding 'but seriouslt where r u' you added quickly, misspelling a word, evidence you were clearly more drunk than last time you saw each other. You looked back at Sarah, smiling as she handed you the drink, chatting with her while laughing and gesturing while talking for a few minutes.

Rafe laughed to himself at your misspelled word, finding the occasional tipsy text message amusing. 'I'm coming' he replied, adding a few eye roll emojis.

JJ tried his best to keep himself together, still glancing up every now and then to look at you. Every time you laughed, he felt a pang in his gut. He wanted to be the one making you laugh, to be the reason you were showing your bright smile. Sarah noticed JJ's repeated glances towards you, an amused smirk on her face.

'Where r u comin? im downstairs wirh ur sister and JJ dont make it weird' you texted, stopping your conversation with Sarah midway to text Rafe back, a small sense of anxiety washing over you at his text. You caught JJ's eyes again, a small knowing sparkle in them before looking away and at Sarah "what?" you asked her, grimacing in amusement and confusion.

'Oh you'll find out later' Rafe responded, adding a few eye emojis.

JJ watched as you read the text message, noticing the mix of emotions that flickered across your face, the sparkle in your eyes that he knew all too well.

Sarah chuckled at your grimace, taking another sip of her drink. "Nothing. Just observing is all."

'Haha real funny Rafe, later when tho?' you replied sarcastically, suppressing an excited smirk at Rafe's text to not weird out your friends. "What do you mean? what are you observing?" you asked Sarah, looking up from your phone in confused amusement and obliviousness.

Rafe chuckled to himself, enjoying getting you all worked up with his mysterious text messages. 'Whenever I want.' He responded, purposely keeping you in suspense.

Sarah chuckled again, casting a small glance towards JJ before turning back to you. "Oh, nothing. Just your little staring contest with JJ." She teased, her voice filled with amusement.

'Don't forgt ur the one hooking up wit me whenever i want' you replied to Rafe, not bothering to fix the typos, "I'm not starin' at JJ.." you mumbled, raising one brow in Sarah's direction and taking a slow, awkward sip of your drink.

Rafe chuckled at your text message, feeling a mix of desire and excitement at the thought of you. 'Is that a threat or a promise baby?' he responded, adding a few eggplants and fire emojis.

Sarah snorted into her drink, clearly amused by your response. She leaned in towards you, speaking in a low voice. "Oh really? So why does he keep looking over here every couple of minutes then?"

"Hold on.." you shushed Sarah, grimacing at your phone, 'rafe pls delete the eggplant and fire emojis or else im never sleeping with u ever agan,' you warned Rafe shaking your head at the screen of your phone before switching it off, "Dunno.. but I'm not staring, he is.." you shrugged, glancing at JJ once again, the grimace from Rafe's text still on your face.

Rafe chuckled to himself at your reply to his text, feeling a mix of amusement and annoyance at your threat. 'Damn, alright I'll remove them.' he responded, quickly deleting the emojis and sending a sheepish face.

Sarah raised an eyebrow, watching your interaction with your phone with amusement. She then followed your gaze over to JJ, who was indeed looking at you. "Uh huh.. and why do you think he's staring at you then?"

"I'm not sure..." you mumbled, humming. 'Wanna makeout?' you asked Rafe after glancing at Kie being all over JJ and feeling the jealousy spike up inside you.

Rafe smirked when he read your text. 'Always. Where you at?'

On the couch, JJ was still letting Kie snuggle into his side, but he couldn’t tear his attention away from you. Even as he listened to what Kie was saying, his mind wandered back to you. He watched as you seemed to be texting someone, a frown growing on his face.

'Downstairs having a drink with ur sister.' you answered quickly and looking up from your phone at Sarah, smiling awkwardly, "I gotta do something real quick.. is it ok if I'm gone for like... 10 minutes tops." you mumbled downing the remnants of your drink and fidgeting slightly.

Rafe quickly typed a response. 'Be there in 5.'

Sarah seemed surprised by your sudden need to leave, but she tried to stay casual. She raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "Uh, sure I guess. What for?"

'Where? we're not makingout downstairs with my freinds around' you texted hastily before looking up at Sarah, "Just.. party things y'know?" you answered vaguely, shrugging.

Rafe's response came back quickly, filled with a slight hint of annoyance. 'The pool house. Hurry up'

Sarah shot you a quick skeptical look, sensing that you were being coy with your answer. But she decided not to pry any further. "Party things huh? Sounds important." She replied sarcastically.

'The pool house? how romantic r u there already?' you asked him, raising one brow at your phone before looking back up at Sarah, clearly distracted, "It is.. Do you guys have a pool house?" you asked Sarah, already looking at the glass doors leading to the pool in the backyard.

Rafe's response was quick. 'Yep. Just waiting for you.'

Sarah nodded, gesturing towards the glass doors. "Yeah we do, it's right over there. But it's usually just a place for people to chill and make out."

'Omg u were so making out with someone else there be4 i asked.' you texted back sighing outloud, "Yeah.. thanks.. I'll be right back yeah?" you smiled awkwardly sparing one last glance at Kie and JJ, your eyes falling onto the couple making out sloppily. Gross.

Rafe's reply was filled with sarcastic agreement. 'Obviously. Hurry.'

Sarah chuckled at your response, a knowing smirk on her face. "Yep, sure." JJ noticed your glance towards him and Kie, and for a split second, his eyes flickered up at you. He saw the slight frown on your face before his attention got called back to Kie.

You walked over to the glass doors, pushing them lightly to open them. You could see the pool house just a few feet away, the warm glow of lights behind it lighting up the night. You stepped outside, the cool night air hitting your skin, sending a small shiver down your spine. There were people scattered around the pool but the crowd was mostly inside. You didn't know if you were glad or not at the fact.

You stepped inside, shutting the door behind you with a soft click, locking it for good measurement. Your eyes fell on Rafe standing by the couch with a smug look on his face, as if he knew you were gonna end up here, with him again.

"Don't give me that look.. you owe me 50 bucks by the way.." you scolded teasingly before reminding him that you won the bet.

Rafe's smirk grew wider, his eyes flickering up and down your figure. "Yeah yeah, whatever. I'll give you the money later."

He stepped closer towards you, his arms wrapping around your waist. His scent was potent, a mixture of alcohol, expensive cologne, and smoke.

"I thought you were never gonna come." He drawled in a low voice, pulling you closer to him.

"Uh, well.. blondie was making out with his girl and doing boyfriend things and i got bitter.." you shrugged, placing your hands on his shoulders lazily "so i was like: i can also makeout with Rafe.." you continued, chuckling dryly.

Rafe chuckled too, his hands slowly rubbing up and down your hips. He leaned in, his lips gently tracing along your neck, leaving a trail of light kisses before making his way up to your ear.

"I don't mind you being bitter. It's kinda hot.." he whispered in a husky voice, nipping your earlobe before continuing his journey down to your shoulder.

"The thing is I'm not bitter over you.. why do you find it hot that I'm basically using you to get another guy out of my system..?" you asked furrowing your brows as you let him kiss your neck freely, already used to the ministrations.

Rafe paused his assault on your neck, his lips hovering just above your skin. He hummed lowly before straightening up, looking at you with a lopsided smile. "Maybe cause I like being used..?” he admitted, a hint of playfulness in his tone. His hands continued to rove up and down your body, seemingly not able to stop touching you.

"That's kinda kinky.. you seriously need a therapist, i think.." you chuckled, narrowing your eyes at him teasingly.

Rafe smirked at your comment, his hands sliding down to your hips, his grasp firm and possessive. He chuckled heartily, amused by your retort. "Yeah well you're the one who came chasing after me cause you're jealous of another guy's girl. So who's really the crazy one now hmm?" He pulled you closer, your body flush against his now.

"Whatever.. i just want easy sex and you're giving it everytime.." you teased leaning in to ghost your lips over his lazily.

Rafe hummed in agreement, his eyes flickering down towards your lips. He leaned in, his lips connecting with yours for a brief second, before pulling back slightly.

"And you're always ready and willing. That make us even right?" he teased back, his hands roaming down to rest on your backside, giving you a firm squeeze.

The pool house was dark and secluded, the only source of light from the single window in the back. Rafe backed you up against the wall, his body pressing flush against yours as he trailed his lips along your jaw and down your neck. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you close as he muttered against your skin.

"And you look so damn good in this skirt. You were just begging for attention out there weren't you?”

You scoffed, slight annoyance flickering in your eyes as he spoke but still gripping his shoulders tightly, "no... I'm just effortlessly hot.." you mumbled pulling him for another brief kiss.

Rafe chuckled against your lips, his tongue quickly sliding out to graze your bottom lip before pulling away again with a smirk. His hands slid down from your hips to the hem of your skirt, gently rolling it up so that his fingers skimmed along your bare thighs.

"Effortlessly huh? I think you're just begging to be taken right now." he drawled, his voice huskier than before.

"Don't think i have time for that.. beside we already fucked 2 times tonight.." you furrowed your brows again, mulling over his words as if it was a tough decision.

Rafe chuckled at your response, clearly amused by your mock indecision. He leaned in again, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered. "That's even better. You're probably pretty sensitive after two times... I don't think you'd even take that long for a third."

He nipped at your earlobe, his hands continuing to caress your thighs, before he pulled back slightly to look at you. His eyes were darkened with lust, lips curving up into a smirk. "We don't even have to take our clothes off this time. I can just make you lose it with my fingers.. and maybe my tongue too if you're good for me."

His tone was teasing, but there was a hint of a challenge in it.

You smirked, raising one brow at him curiously "you're suggesting something that doesn't give you pleasure?"

Rafe's smirk widened, clearly enjoying the back and forth banter between you. His hands moved higher up your thighs, but he didn't move any further, wanting to wait for your response. "Oh no, trust me, I'll get plenty of pleasure. There's nothing more I like than watching you squirm and moan around my fingers."

He leaned in closer, his lips hovering just above your neck. "But we both know you just want to forget about that guy back there.. and I'm here to help."

"How selfless of you.." you mumbled teasingly, shaking your head as he leaned in closer.

"Yeah, i'm a real saint." he smirked, his hands moving further up your thighs and under your skirt, fingers brushing along the lace edge of your underwear.

He leaned in to kiss along your neck again, alternating between nips and gentle kisses, before he pulled back slightly and lifted his head from your skin. "Now, are you gonna put that sarcastic mouth to better use or not?" he purred in a low voice

"Nah.. I'm too drunk for that.. if you got a condom we can make this quick.." you mumbled shrugging.

Rafe chuckled in response, clearly amused by your bluntness. He shook his head, his hands moving up to grip your hips firmly before spinning you around so that you were facing away from him, your front pressed up against the wall.

"You always know what to say, don't you? No need to be drunk to be naughty." he whispered in your ear, his fingers working the button of his shorts open.

He pulled down his shorts just enough, his boxers still on, but already showing the bulge that pressed against your backside. He pushed you back gently, his hand on your back so that you were leaning against the wall more, before he leaned in, his mouth trailing along your neck and shoulder again.

"You gonna be a good girl and stay quiet for me, or do I need to shut that sassy mouth of yours myself?"

"I don't think i need to be quiet.. we're at a party asshole.." you sighed, your hands working to hitch your denim skirt up even more.

Rafe chuckled at your response, his hands sliding up your thighs to help you pull up the skirt. He leaned in, his body pressed flush against yours, his breath hot on your neck.

"Yeah, but I don't need everyone to hear what a pretty little moans you make every time I touch you. I wanna keep that to myself.." he drawled

He leaned down further, his lips and tongue trailing down your neck, nipping the skin every now and then when he found a certain sensitive spot. He slid one hand to the front of your thighs, his fingertips gently skimming along your lace underwear for a moment before slipping under the fabric.

He nipped at your ear, his fingers teasing along your slick folds as he whispered to you. "You're already so wet for me. You're just desperate to forget about him, aren't you?"

You tskd softly, your mind flashing back to JJ and the conversation you had with him before being interrupted by his girlfriend "if things went differently maybe i'd be hooking up with him right now, instead of you.." you mumbled, sighing softly as his fingers moved in small circles over your clit lazily.

Rafe's fingers stilled for a moment, his hand pausing as he heard your words. He let out a low, sharp huff of annoyance, clearly not pleased by your comment.

"Why don't you just shut up then and pretend it's him." he muttered, his voice slightly harsher than before.

"Sorry..." you mumbled meekly realizing how rude that sounded, glancing at him over your shoulder.

Rafe stared down at you for a moment, his eyes locked with yours. Despite your apology, there was still an edge to his gaze. He huffed irritably, his fingers moving again against your clit. "Don't apologize. Just pretend its him doing this and keep your mouth shut unless you're moaning." he ordered, his tone firm.

He bent down slightly, his mouth trailing down your neck and shoulder again, leaving a trail of gentle kisses before nipping at your skin. His free hand gripped your hip, holding you in place, his fingers digging into your soft flesh.

"Is this what he'd do? Would he be this gentle?" he whispered, his voice rough

Your breathing quickened as he spoke, small soft gasps coming out as you tilted your head back a little against his shoulder, your eyes fluttering closed, "I dunno.. I'd like to believe he would be.." you mumbled before letting out a small moan.

Rafe's tongue dragged along the skin of your neck, sucking on one spot for a moment before he pulled back. His hands moved back to the lace of your underwear, slowly pulling them down your legs.

"Well you should stop thinking about him right now." he purred in your ear, "You're all mine right now and you should be moaning my name."

He pushed you a little harder against the wall, his body pressing up against you, his free hand going up under your shirt, slowly gliding up over your stomach and upwards. He leaned down and kissed you between your shoulders, his touch firm. He moved back up to your ear, voice low

"Who's making you feel so good hm?" he teased

"You.. " you answered weakly, your palms sprawled out onto the wall for some support as his fingers quickened their pace, your head still tilted back against his shoulder.

He took one of your hands off the wall and brought it behind your back, his hand gently pinning it against the small of your back, keeping you pressed against the wall. His other hand continued to dance across your stomach, his fingers slowly inching down over your hip. "Good girl. It's only me." he purred, nipping at your ear again.

He took his hand from your stomach and brought it to the back of your head, gently grabbing onto a fist full of hair, tilting your head back to give him access to your neck again. He kissed and nipped at the sensitive skin, before he gently tugged your hair, pulling it back so that your back arched towards him.

He smirked, enjoying the way your body reacted to his touches. He leaned in and continued to kiss along your neck, his tongue trailing along the sensitive skin, before gently biting down on it.

"You like that, hm?" he purred "You like how I'm manhandling you, making you arch your back against me like this?"

You hummed, your body already pliable in his hands. Despite being madly in love with JJ since you were a kid you could never deny that sex with Rafe was always enjoyable, far more than you'd admit. And that was until you came anyway, after that you were filled with guilt and self hatred at the whole thing, knowing it was so wrong on so many levels. You still did it anyway. It was a secret and Rafe was the perfect blend between kinky rough and gentle and soft.

Rafe continued to kiss, bite, and lick along your neck and shoulder, enjoying the reactions you gave him as he slipped two fingers inside you easily. He loved hearing your soft moans and gasps, the way your body pressed and arched against his. But he also knew you felt guilty and conflicted and he took full advantage of that. He nipped at your shoulder again, his voice rough as he spoke against your skin.

"This is what you need, isn't it? You need me to manhandle you, to take control." He chuckled softly, hearing your breathing quicken.

"You like it messy, messy enough to make you forget." he whispered in your ear, his hot breath against your skin.

You nodded mindlessly, trying to steady your breath by inhaling sharply, writhing against his back gently. Your legs were trembling slightly as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, rather roughly, your moans getting a bit louder.

He shifted his body, his arms wrapped around you now, turning you away from the wall and moving you over to a nearby sofa. He pushed you onto the cushions, keeping a grip on your hair and his hand on the small of your back, pushing you down so that your chest was pressed onto the sofa cushions.

"Like this, hm? You like being pushed down like this, hm?" He leaned down, his body pressing against yours, his breath hot on your bare shoulder.

His mouth followed, his tongue and lips working their way across your skin, before he nipped gently at the back of your neck, his body pressing further into yours.

"Are you still thinking of another man now?"

Your forearms rested under your head as your body arched up, raising his body as he stood behind you, your knees pressing into the sofa to support your self, "no.." you breathed out, your voice a little muffled now, raising your head to take your glasses off to prevent them from breaking.

He chuckled, his hands roaming over your sides and hips, fingers tracing the curves of your body. He bent down, his mouth near your ear again, his voice low and gruff.

"Good girl."

His hands moved up to the bottom of your shirt, slowly pushing the fabric up over your back, his palms caressing your bare skin as it was exposed.

He continued to push the shirt up, until it reached your shoulders. He stopped there, pressing a kiss against the back of your neck, before gently pushing you back down onto the sofa. "Stay like that for me, will you?" he whispered, a hint of a command in his tone.

He moved away from you for a moment, taking in the sight in front of him. His eyes roaming over your body, laid out on the sofa in front of him, bent forwards with your head turned to the side, facing him.

His eyes darkened, a hint of a smile on his lips, before he slowly moved back towards you, stopping in behind you. His undone belt brushed against the soft flesh of your ass, causing you to let out a quiet sigh.

"You look so pretty, all bent over for me." he murmured, his hands moving to your hips, grabbing on tight as he pulled you towards him, closer to the edge of the sofa. He smirked as he watched you, your body obeying his every command, without question.

"Can we just.. make this quick Rafe.. please?" you asked furrowing your brows, your back arching up a little more into his hands, your back side grazing against his crotch.

He paused for a moment, his smile widening as you pleaded for him to make it quick. He knew you wanted this just as much as he did, even if it was a secret. He moved your hair out of the way, gently tugging your head back, so he could look into your eyes. "Why, are you in a rush or something?"

"Yeah.. if my friends come looking for me I'm screwed." you let out a breathless scoff, locking eyes with him.

He let out a huff of annoyance, clearly not pleased to hear that your friends were looking for you, and would probably put a stop to this. He continued to glare down at you for a moment, before giving in.

"You owe me." he muttered, one hand still tangled in your hair, holding you in place.

He moved to tug him self out of his boxers, pushing his shorts even lower down his hips. He didn't even bother taking them off all the way, he just left them on his thighs.

"You better not let me get caught either. Then we're both screwed." he said, his voice low as he positioned himself behind you.

"Mhm.. I'm more screwed given they all hate you.." you hummed, still looking at him over your shoulder in anticipation, fingers reaching to push your underwear tot the side once again.

He huffed again, clearly disliking the fact that your group didn't like him. He grabbed one of your hips, holding you in place as he slowly pushed his hips forward, pressing up against you. He brushed the tip of his cock over your folds teasingly, his voice taking a condescending tone.

"If only they knew what we were doing right now, instead of whatever they're doing.."

He leaned down, his chest now flush against your back, his other hand moving to the back of your hair, grabbing a tight fist full once again, pulling your head back to look at him.

"They'd hate me even more I think."

"Yeah and I'd be shunned from them completely, given I'm.. fucking the guy who's constantly picking on them.." you furrowed your brows, trying to speak through the clouding lust in your brain along with the ridiculous amount of alcohol in your system. You suppressed a moan when you felt him slip inside of you.

He chuckled at your words, his grip still on your hair, holding you in place as he slowly rocked his hips against you. "Mm, yeah, you're just a little traitor, aren't you? Doing this with me, the 'bad guy'."

"Are you even inside?" you mumbled, knowing the question got under his skin even though you could definitely feel him.

He huffed out an amused breath, clearly taking the bait of your question, even though he knew exactly what you were doing.

"Tch, you're a goddamn brat, you know that?" He pulled your hair a little harder, forcing your head back so he could look you in the eyes, a slight frown on his face. "And you better watch that damn mouth of yours, or else you'll get more than you bargained for."

He shifted his hips, slowly pressing further into you, and watching as you reacted to the fullness of his cock. "And yes, I'm in, you impatient little thing. Always so needy for me, aren't you? Even with your little Pogues around, you can't keep my name out of your mind and my dick outside of you.."

You let out a choked breath, your eyes fluttering closed as the small breath melted into a moan, tilting your head back a little and arching your body up.

He smirked at the sound of your moan, his hand slowly unraveling from your hair, but his grip on your hip tightens as he pulled you further back to meet his ruthless thrusts. "You're so cute, trying to hold in your little noises. Like they'll be able to hear us all the way out there over the music."

He moved his free hand around front to your throat, his fingers running over your skin before wrapping loosely around it, just enough to feel the vibrations of your moans against his hand.

"But I know there's a lot you're gonna have to repress for the rest of the night, hm? You're gonna have to look them all in the eye when you go find them and act like nothing happened between us."

"I already did that... we fucked 2 times like an hour ago remember?" you mumbled, your words mixed with your soft moans, digging your knees into the edge of the sofa as you arched up further, almost to the point of it being painful, enjoying the feeling of his hand around your throat.

He smirked, clearly enjoying the desperate way you were arching against him, chasing any friction you could get. He gave a gentle squeeze to your throat, watching to see how you'd react.

"Yeah, I do remember. But these little friends of yours seem pretty clueless. I bet they have no idea what's happening in here, hm?"

He chuckled, knowing that your friends were almost definitely too stupid to piece together what had happened, or what was about to happen.

"They probably think you're just in the bathroom or something, fixing that raccoon look you've got going on, huh?" he teased, his hand at your throat raising you so you were pressed flush against him, your back to his chest.

"You don't have to be an asshole you know?" you grumbled, soft gasps escaping your lips in strings, your head tilting to rest on his shoulder as he pressed you flush against his chest, still thrusting inside of you.

He chuckled, amused at your attitude, even in this position. He leaned his head down, nipping at your neck, his breath hot on your skin.

"Tch, I'm just messing with you. I think you know that by now." He murmured, his hand on your hip running across your stomach. "Besides, I always knew you kinda liked it when I'm an ass."

He continued to kiss and nip at your neck, leaving marks that would probably be hard to cover, but he didn't care. He wanted to make sure your friends saw. He wanted them to know.

"But I doubt they'll notice anything. They'll all be too distracted to pay attention to any of that." He paused, his hand wandering across your skin, before it started to move lower. "Except maybe for that one of yours. What's his name again?"

He didn't give you time to answer, knowing you would probably refuse to anyway. The hand that was at your stomach continued to move lower, his fingertips tracing over your skin, before they finally reached their destination. His fingers zeroed on your clit, circling it at a pace to meet his thrusts.

"Who are you talking about?" you asked, your mind fuzzy from the alcohol and all the sensations being inflicted on your body right now, arching against his chest as your face scrunched up in pleasure and confusion.

He huffed out a chuckle at your confusion, his words a growl in your ear.

"Ugh, the dark-haired one." He started to move his fingers, slowly and gently tracing over you, feeling you squirm and shudder against him. "The one who always looks like he's about to punch me?"

He chuckled at your response, a little impressed that you were even still remembering the names of your friends, and that you were still talking through all of it.

"Tch, yeah Pope, that's the one. I've seen him looking at you, in his little puppy dog way. You think he's gonna notice how distracted you are?"

"Stop speaking.. you're ruining the mood and you're not even right." you gasped out, unable to keep your eyes open "he's smitten with Kiara.. if anything he's in the same situation as me.."

He rolled his eyes at your response, a smirk still on his lips.

"Mm, if you say so." He said in a mocking tone, although he had to admit, you looked and sounded adorable right now, all pressed up against him, desperate for him in the middle of a party full of your friends. "But you are still mine, aren't you, baby?"

"Eh, are you going soft on me now.. taking about being yours and shit..?" you teased, smirking even though he couldn't exactly see it, "thought this was casual.."

He raised his eyebrows, a bit of annoyance at your teasing, but also liking how you could make fun of him even when you were like this.

"Shut up." He said, his hand wrapping around your neck again, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"It is casual, don't get ahead of yourself. I was just thinking I'm the only one who gets to do this to you, is all."

"Yeah.. guess so.." you replied, your voice strained as your pleasure continued to build. You felt his thumb slip past your bottom lip gently after his hand slid up from your neck to gripping your jaw.

He grinned at how your voice sounded when you answered him, your breath hitching from the way he was touching you. He couldn't help but admire how you felt in this moment, all desperate and wanting only him. He slowly pushed his thumb into your mouth, resting on your tongue, watching as your lips closed around it, without him even having to tell you to.

He gave a small gasp as you took his thumb into your mouth, feeling the heat of your tongue. He pressed you further into him, his chest to your back, his hand still tight on your hip as he rocked his hips into you.

"You're such a good girl, aren't you? Taking my fingers into your mouth like that, without me even having to tell you." He murmured, his voice low and his breath hot by your ear.

You hummed mindlessly, arching and writhing against his chest, your lips closing around his thumb and swirling your tongue around it, your moans muffled by it.

He groaned, enjoying the feeling of your mouth around his thumb, feeling you writhe against his body. "Damnit, you're making me struggle to focus, you know that?" He breathed out, slowly pulling his thumb out of your mouth, replacing it with two of his fingers instead.

He started to push his fingers into your mouth, in and out, getting them nice and wet. He could tell your eyes were still closed, your brain too clouded with desire and alcohol to do anything but follow what he wanted you to do.

"There you go, baby. Just like that. Look at you, all needy for me. You know that's a dangerous thing to do at a party like this, right? Letting me get you so worked up while everyone else is just a few rooms away?"

Your breathing was harsh and ragged, your mouth working around his fingers too lost in the pleasure. Your head was fuzzy, too fuzzy. The alcohol and the arousal making you lightheaded and helping you forget why you were here with Rafe in the first place. The thought of JJ with Kiara or anything else melting away as you chased your orgasm, your eyes fluttered shut now.

His smile widened as he watched you, seeing how desperate you were for him, hearing the sounds you were making as you worked around his fingers. He knew he had you completely at his mercy right now, completely consumed with the pleasure he was giving to you.

"Mm, you going dizzy on me, baby? You know how I get when you get all drunk and needy like this." He huffed into your ear, his breath warm and his voice low.

He loved how you were just letting go, letting him take control of you. He could feel your body shaking and shuddering against him, desperate and needy.

"I bet you're pretty close, aren't you? I can feel how hard you're shaking. You gonna be a good girl and come for me?" He purred into your ear, his teeth gently nipping at your neck.

You wanted to hold on just a little bit more. But it was impossible with him buried so deep inside, his fingers working into your mouth. You were sensitive anyway, having hooked up with him an hour ago too. So in a few moments your body shook gently, your jaw going slack a little, lips parting from his fingers and letting out a final breathless moan.

He felt you trembling against him as you came, a small feeling of pride washing over him that he was the one who made you feel like this, in a house full of people, where anyone could walk in on the two of you. He gave you a moment to catch your breath, his arms holding you up against him, before he leaned down to your ear again, his voice low.

"See, was that so hard, baby? Now, you gonna be able to walk out of here after this, or you think I'm gonna have to carry you?"

You stood there silently panting for a few moments, your head resting against his shoulder before speaking, him still buried inside you "'M good.. did you come?" you asked casually, your eyes still screwed shut.

He chuckled softly at your blunt and casual question. You were always straight to the point, even when you were drunk off your ass and had just came from him.

"Mm, not yet." He responded, his hands running over your body, enjoying the feeling of having you pressed against him.

"Too bad.. I'll owe you one, i gotta go unfortunately..." you mumbled, chuckling dryly.

His expression darkened slightly at that, a wave of annoyance passing over him. He was not a fan of being put out or having to wait for things he wanted, especially when he had just made you cum.

"Tch, really? After that little scene you gave me, you're gonna just get up and leave me like this?" He said, annoyance lacing his tone.

"Oh my god.." you mumbled in annoyance, "if my phone rings and my friends are looking for me I'm leaving, yeah?" you turned to face him, pulling him down so he was sitting on the sofa, straddling him and letting him slip back into you.

He was not expecting you to suddenly straddle him, and he couldn't stop the groan that escaped his lips when he was suddenly inside you again. He looked up at you, his eyes darkened with desire and annoyance.

"God damn it, you're so impatient. Just wait a few more minutes, I'm sure you can make your friends wait a bit longer before you go back out there—" He paused, a thought slowly forming in his mind.

His hands found purchase on your hips, his fingers digging into your skin to keep you in place.

"Actually.. I think I have a better idea.." He said, a sly smile slowly coming onto face.

You raised one brow, your hips moving instinctively in a slow lazy pace, "which is..?"

He chuckled at the way you moved your hips, a smirk still on his face. He leaned in a little closer, his hands gripping your hips a little harder to keep you from moving any further.

"How about you keep riding me, but I'll answer the phone for you when one of your friends calls you. I'm sure they won't know whose voice is on the other end.."

"Rafe.. don't be stupid, they'll know it's you. I'll make you finish and then I'm leaving.. i was supposed to be gone for 10 minutes.." you spoke quietly, your head tilting back a little as you continued to rock your hips gently, your body still sensitive from your previous orgasm.

He huffed slightly, a bit annoyed that you were shutting him down but he knew you well enough to know that you weren't going to listen. In the end, JJ's ego always came first after all.

He wrapped his hands around your body, his hands pulling you closer again.

"Damn it, you're going to be the death of me one day, you know that.." He murmured into your neck as he moved his mouth to your skin.

He continued biting and sucking at your skin, his teeth and lips leaving little marks along your neck, his hands starting to lead your movements with his touch.

"You're.. gonna.. owe me twice.. tonight.." He said, his voice sounding a little strained now, clearly trying to hold himself back from just speeding up and taking you like he wanted to now.

"Whatever.. just speed up I'll be fine.. i feel like a dick if I'm the only one finishing." you grumbled, your hands digging into his shoulders, your head still thrown back.

He chuckled at your words, amused at your annoyance and eagerness as you tried to urge him to go faster.

"You always say you'll be fine.. But I know how sensitive you can be after I make you cum, and I'm pretty sure you're sensitive as hell right now. You sure you can handle it?"

He said, a hint of teasing in his tone. His hands on your hips started to speed up now, pushing you down to drive himself deeper inside of you with a greedy sound.

"Damn it, you're so tight right now.. it's like your body is just clinging to me, trying to keep me inside you." He let out another huff, clearly struggling to keep himself from going further, his grip on you getting harder and tighter as he chased his release.

You chuckled at his amusing yet arousing words, your voice coming out in choked gasps and moans. You met his movements, raising and sinking yourself onto him as his hands guided you, picking up the pace.

He groaned in pleasure as you met his movements, the way you were bouncing on his lap just making him struggle more to keep control of himself. He was struggling to be careful with you, but he knew you wanted more and so he stopped holding back.

"Mm, you're getting sloppy. Just like me. I know you want it harder, don't you?" He growled into your ear, nipping at your neck again, before sucking on the sensitive spot where your neck and shoulder met.

He started picking up the pace a bit, no longer trying to be gentle with you. He could tell you didn't want him to be careful and he knew he wanted more of you, especially now since you weren't sticking around for long, so he felt like he had to take as much from you as he could.

"God baby, you're taking me so good.. So good.." He said, his mouth still on your neck as he continued to guide you with his hands on your hips.

Another small sound between a chuckle and a whimper escaped your lips, your head leaning forward while your hands slid up from his shoulder to wrap around his throat gently as your hips slammed down onto him more harder and sloppier.

He was a little taken aback when you wrapped your hands around his neck, not expecting it but he quickly enjoyed the feeling of having your slender fingers around his neck as you continued to ride him, your hips picking up the pace as he guided you more and more with his hands on your hips.

"Fuuuuck, you like it like this, don't you? You like being in control, don't you.." He growled in your ear, his voice becoming more feral as his body reacted to your touch more and more.

He could feel himself getting closer now, your body just taking all of him in, your movements becoming harder and more desperate as you rode him. He let out another moan, his hands gripping your hips so hard he was sure there would be bruises on your skin come morning. "Yeah.. yeah, I know you do.." He panted,

"You want me to spit in your mouth..?" you asked, letting your eyes flutter open and narrowing down at him as you grinned. You weren't expecting him, Rafe Cameron, to actually agree to your proposal. But you were drunk, and you just wanted to see his reaction. Your hips were still moving fast and sloppy, not losing the pace.

He was actually a little bit taken off guard by your question, blinking up at you with a look of surprise for a moment. But as he looked up at your smirk, he couldn't help but smirk right back, clearly intrigued by the sudden request - and slightly amused by it.

Without even a moment of hesitation, he gave a nod, licking his lips as he spoke. "Yes. Give it to me."

"Seriously?" you asked, raising your brows while a disbelieving grin spread over your lips still riding him clumsily and eagerly, already chasing your second orgams in the last 10 minutes.

He gave another nod, his eyes darkening further as he looked up at you, his smirk still on his face. He was clearly enjoying this, enjoying the way you were riding him and enjoying where this was going.

"Yeah, I'm serious. Unless you're just all talk and no action." He said, a challenge laced in his tone, clearly baiting you now.

"Nah.." you shook your head licking your lips as your hand cupped his jaw, tilting his head back and letting his mouth fall open. You leaned in, staring at his open mouth and smirked before spitting into his mouth. You leaned back, still smirking as your hips picked up their frenzied pace, grinning down at him.

He gasped softly in surprise as you leaned in and actually spat into his mouth, but he quickly recovered, swallowing the liquid and looking up at you with an intense, dark look in his eyes. He licked his lips, his tongue running over his bottom lip as he looked at you with a hungry expression, completely and utterly turned on right now.

"Fuuuck.. that was hot." He groaned, his voice becoming hoarse as he spoke, unable to keep himself together anymore as you picked up the pace on his lap.

He couldn't control himself anymore, his hands grabbing your hips to hold you down on his lap as he began thrusting up into you, his head dropping back in pleasure as he let out a guttural moan.

"You.. you can be so filthy sometimes... I like it.. I like it a lot.." He panted between moans, his eyes squeezed shut as he just let himself thrust up into you mindlessly.

"Says the one who just let me spit into his mouth.. dunno who's filthier." you mumbled between moans, your hands grasping at his jaw and throat as you sank and rose on his cock, your head tipping back in pleasure again.

He let out a low, gravelly laugh at your comment, his smirk returning to his face as he looked back up at you, his eyes dark and hungry as he watched you riding him.

"You've got a point there..." He said, his voice still a little strained as he spoke. "But I'd say we're pretty equal on the filthiness meter right now.. you just spat in my mouth."

"And you let me.." you repeated, your voice also strained, "and I'm pretty sure you liked it..."

He chuckled again, his voice still low and huskier than normal as he spoke again. "Yeah, I did. It was hot. And I liked it. I like all the filthy things you do and say."

His hands moved up to your waist and he lifted you up for just a moment before pulling you back down onto his cock, groaning loudly as he did. "Fuuuck.. don't know what possessed you to do that, but it was one of the most sexiest things I've ever seen."

His head dropped back again, he closed his eyes for a moment and let out a loud moan, his grip on your waist getting harder as his hips began to thrust upwards into you as you moved on top of him.

"You're driving me crazy.. you know that, right?" He panted, his voice a low whisper, clearly struggling to stay in control right now as he continued to move his hips against yours.

"You clearly liked it cause you're a filthy bastard, Rafe.." you mumbled almost inaudibly, your mouth parting a little open in pleasure.

He opened his eyes and looked up at you, a smirk on his face again, though it was more of a wicked, cocky smile than anything else.

"Yeah I do.. I'm a filthy bastard who loves when you do dirty things.. and say dirty things." He hissed, clearly enjoying himself right now, and obviously not bothered by your comment, instead it just seemed to turn him on even more.

He leaned forward and nuzzled into your neck, his lips gently sucking on the sensitive spot where your neck and shoulder met, his tongue moving against your skin as he spoke, his voice a low, gruff against your ear. "Tell me what else you want me to do, baby."

"Finish preferably.. we're in a time crunch here.." you mumbled, chuckling hoarsely, your hands carding through his hair.

He chuckled against your skin, his lips still on your neck, sucking on the sensitive spot, leaving a few love bites before continuing to kiss his way up to your ear. His voice was still that same growl as he spoke into your ear.

"Good thing I'm close then.. I don't think I could hold back for much longer anyway."

He lifted his head from your neck and looked up at you, his eyes dark and hungry again, his hands still gripping your hips tightly, his body clearly eager.

"Tell me how you want me to finish, baby. Do you want me to pull out or am I gonna have to find somewhere else to finish?" He panted, clearly struggling to keep himself together right now, his voice still low and his grip on your hips still firm.

"Dunno.. I'm giving you the privilege of choosing where to finish.. Just not inside.." you nodded vaguely, your head burying into his neck and grazing your nose against his cheek and jawline.

He groaned at your words, clearly struggling to hold himself back for a moment longer, his hands gripping your hips so tightly it was almost bruising. But he managed to nod in agreement, leaning forward to kiss gently at your neck again, his tongue licking against your skin as he spoke.

"Mmm... in that case.." He said, his voice low and shaky "I think I know just where to finish.."

He grabbed your hips and moved you off his lap, his lips moving from your neck to your ear, his voice a low, gravelly growl in your ear as he spoke again.

"Get on your knees." He said, his tone low but demanding.

He sat back a bit, watching intently as you got off his lap and onto your knees in front of him, still sat on the couch. He settled for standing over you, his eyes dark and hungry as he watched you now on your knees on the couch in front of him.

"I knew there was a reason I like hanging out with you." He said, his voice still low and a hint of a smirk on his face. "Now be a good girl for me and open your mouth, baby."

"Oh, you owe me a hundred bucks if i let you do that.." you mumbled incredulously, raising one brow before opening your mouth and looking up at him intently.

He chuckled as he looked down at you, clearly amused by your words. He gently reached down and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, his hand resting on your cheek, his thumb gently rubbing against your skin, before he spoke again.

"A hundred bucks, huh? For this? I don't know.. I feel like I'm getting the better end of the deal here." His smirk widened as he spoke.

"You're such a lucky guy.." you mumbled sarcastically, rolling your eyes up at him. "Hurry up before i change my mind.." you scolded him, glancing down at his length in his other hand, getting ready to finish the job.

He chuckled at your sarcastic remark, his voice still low and huskier than usual as he spoke again.

"Oh I know I am, don't worry about that." He said, his smirk growing a little bigger as he watched you look down at his length in his hand.

"Yeah, I think I need to stop underestimating how filthy you are.." He said, his voice a little more shaky than normal, his hand still rubbing your cheek almost lovingly as he spoke.

He moved his hand from your cheek to the back of your head, gently grabbing a handful of your hair as he spoke again.

"Don't get sassy with me now, princess.. you've already got your mouth open for me and everything.. just be a good little girl for me and let me use that sweet mouth of yours just for a minute, okay?"

He ran his thumb over your bottom lip as he spoke, his eyes still dark and intensely watching you, his gaze dropping to your mouth, his voice becoming a rough, demanding growl.

"Now stick that tongue out for me, baby."

Your annoyed expression melted away a little as you stuck your tongue out, watching him and then his hand intently, your eyes full of anticipation.

He groaned when you stuck your tongue out, his eyes locked onto your tongue, watching it with almost primal need as he began gently rubbing the tip against your tongue, his breaths coming out in low, shaky moans as he did.

"Fuuuck.. you have no idea how hot you look right now.. with your mouth open like that, on your knees like that.."

He ran his free hand through your hair as he spoke, his voice still a low, huskier than usual and clearly struggling to hold himself together at this point. "I'm never going to look at you the same way after this, you know that right?"

"I don't care Rafe.. we don't even see each other outside sex.." you snorted in amusement before going back to sticking your tongue out, letting it brush against the tip of his cock again.

He chuckled softly at your blunt comment, his hand still gently running through your hair as he spoke again, his voice still low and strained.

"That's what makes it so dirty, though.. you're going to be my little secret.. just mine and no one's else's.. that sound good, baby?"

He gently ran his hand through your hair, his grip getting a little bit tighter as he spoke again, his voice a little more impatient now.

"Now be a good girl and open your mouth a little more for me.. I need to be able to put a bit more of myself in that pretty mouth of yours.."

He paused for a moment, watching your mouth as you opened it a bit more, his hand still holding on to your hair, his breaths coming out in a low, gravelly moan.

"Fuuuck.. yeah, princess.. that's it.." He spoke, his voice still a rough whisper, his eyes still watching your mouth intently, his hand guiding himself closer to your mouth.

Your eyes were fixed intently on his face, dropping down to his hand that was guiding himself closer to your mouth. You weren't exactly sure how you managed to get here, with Rafe Cameron standing over you, about to finish in your mouth. It was the kind of situation that would've made you sick with self hatred if you were sober. But you weren't. And all these things were done purely from the heartbreak of being in love with JJ, who was with someone else instead of you. So here you were, in the pool house of the Cameron's house, after hooking up with Sarah's meaner older brother at a party at her house. With your friends somewhere in the house. Insane.

He didn't seem to notice your thoughts swirling through your head, his own mind a blurry mess in the heat of the moment. He'd noticed earlier that you weren't your normal snarky, sarcastic self, but he hadn't thought about the reasons too deep. He never did

He was a fair bit preoccupied with the sight of you on your knees in front of him, your mouth open, ready to do exactly what he wanted you to do. He wasn't thinking about much else other than that. The sounds of people inside the main house were just a background noise to him and the only thing that was focused on was getting himself off.

He didn't notice the small sounds of people around the pool house either. Didn't notice the other drunk teenagers all around them, just having fun, ignorant to what was happening. Not that it would've bothered him if they knew. After all, he was Rafe. The bad part of the Cameron legacy.

All he could think about was the sight in front of him. You, on your knees in front of him, your mouth open and tongue out, looking up at him with those eyes of yours. It was just so incredibly hot, and the fact that you would normally never do something like this just made it even hotter for him.

He gently grabbed your hair in one hand, holding you in place with a little more force, not too much though. Just enough to remind you who was in control here. His other hand was still wrapped around the base of his now almost painfully hard length, which was now just an inch or two away from your mouth. He could feel himself getting more and more impatient, and he didn't think he could last much longer. He needed to finish and he needed you to let him do it in your mouth.

Suddenly, the sound of voices and commotion came from inside the house. He could still faintly hear music being blasted inside, but he could also hear the sound of people and talking. It was a bit too faint for him to identify what people were saying, but he knew enough that there were people in the house and they were getting closer to the pool house.

He paused for a moment, his mind becoming a bit clearer as he realized that the voices were becoming louder, clearly approaching closer and closer. "Fuck.. there's people coming..."

Your brows raised, closing your mouth and glancing back a the door of the pool house behind you, "So..? didn't you lock the door?"

"Yeah, its locked but-"

He was cut off as the sound of voices got louder outside the door, it seemed as though whoever had come in was now outside the pool house. Suddenly a voice rang out from the other side of the door. "Rafe? You in there bro?"

Rafe's body tensed up, his hand still holding onto you firmly, not wanting anyone who was outside to know that you were here and currently on your knees for him, his cock still in your mouth.

"Yeah, I'm in here." He called back, voice a bit harsh, trying to sound cool and unbothered, and not at all like someone who was in the middle of getting a handjob/blowjob by someone.

Being drunk and restless to get this over with you started moving your mouth over him gently, knowing he was close already, your hand accompanied by it. You could hear Topper, Rafe's best friend outside of the door, still speaking but you didn't care, in fact it made it even more exciting.

Rafe's mind was suddenly torn in 10 different directions at once, it was almost impossible to think clearly with you still moving your mouth over him and now the sound of Topper's voice outside of the door. He could hear Topper talking, asking some questions about something, but he couldn't hear exactly what.

He tried to respond to his friend, his voice sounding a bit strained and breathless, trying to keep up the pretense that he was doing something other than this. "Yeah, I'm just hanging out bro."

Topper's voice responded from the other side of the door. "Oh alright then, mind if we all come in and hang then?"

Rafe's mind raced, trying to think of an excuse to turn them all away, but he couldn't think quickly enough in his current position to come up with a reason that would make sense and keep them away.

He didn't respond for a few seconds, brain racing, but then he finally spoke up, his voice sounding more strained and urgent. "Uh, I'm a bit.. busy right now bro. How about you guys hang somewhere else, yeah?"

There was a pause from the other side of the door, and then Topper spoke up again, sounding confused and a bit amused. "Busy? With what? You're literally in the pool house all by yourself."

Your eyes were fixed on Rafe's face as you worked him, his hand raking through your hair almost affectionately, a silent praise for what you were doing and also helping you to guide your head.

His eyes widened as he heard Topper's response, realizing that there was nothing he could say. His mind was racing again, trying to come up with some reasonable excuse to keep them from coming into the pool house, knowing that if they came in at any moment and found him like this it would be a complete disaster. "Nah, but I'm just in the middle of something, man.... I'll come find you guys later, okay?"

His voice was still strained and sounded breathless, not at all like his usual confident and casual tone.

There was another pause from outside the door, before Topper finally responded, still sounding amused but with a hint of annoyance in his tone. "Nah, come on bro, we wanna hang out in here. Quit being a dick and open the door."

An amused look flickered in your eyes as you gazed up at him and you knew he was close as you sped up, you were surprised he was still able to talk as your hand and mouth worked on him so eagerly.

He took in a shaky breath as you sped up, his mind starting to go blank again thanks to how good you felt. He couldn't think straight, and when he tried to focus enough to speak to Topper and keep them away, he struggled to find the right words to say. Luckily his friend was still patiently waiting on the other side of the door. "Seriously, I... really can't right now, bro. I'm doing something."

Topper's voice came back impatiently a few seconds later. "Doing what? What could you possibly be doing that's so important? What are you, taking a massive crap or something?"

There was a small round of snickering from the other boys outside the door, everyone was starting to get impatient waiting for Rafe's response.

You were surprised at how dense Topper was. But it was exciting, your hand and mouth working together over him and watching his face contort in silent pleasure and his hand in your hair tightening ever so slightly. His hips would buck forward once in a while and you could tell he was impossibly close now.

With every passing minute the situation was growing more and more dire, Topper and the other boys were getting more and more fed up with his excuses as to why he couldn't let them in. Rafe's mind was racing to try and find some way out of this, but he was too focused on what you were doing to him to think straight. "Look, I'm not taking a crap okay? I'm doing... something else."

There was another pause from the other side of the door, before Topper spoke up again, sounding a bit smug now, as if he had just figured out what Rafe was doing.

"What's that? Are you having a private meeting with the five-finger-death-squad or something?" A few more laughs and chuckles echoed from the outside, everybody now certain that Rafe was having some kind of private meeting with his hand in the pool house.

Guys are so dumb, you thought when you heard Topper's answer. You would've snickered at his stupid joke which in retrospect wasn't even funny but your mouth and hands were a bit full at the moment, watching Rafe's face intently, trying to lock eyes with him.

If he wasn't on the edge of cumming he would've thought that Topper's joke was a lot funnier than it was, but at the moment all his mind was focused on was your mouth currently wrapped around his length and what it was doing. He looked down at you, eyes locking with yours, and tried to communicate silently that he was close, not really having the breath to vocalize it since he was too busy trying to stay quiet for the sake of his friends on the outside of the door. Meanwhile the boys were starting to get more and more eager and impatient, and Topper spoke up again, no longer able to keep a straight face with his next words.

"You don't need us to come in there to help out with that, we wouldn't mind waiting outside, bro."

There were a few more laughs and chuckles from outside in the crowd, the boys finding the whole situation quite funny and amusing, but also slightly annoying that they weren't being let in. Meanwhile Rafe's mind was struggling to come up with some witty comeback, something to say that would make them all go away, but at the same time he was losing his focus fast.

Your eyes were locked on his, your pace picking up knowing he was just about to finish, scooting closer to the edge of the couch you were knelt nest to and closer to him to take more of him in your mouth, bobbing your head a little faster.

He could see the expression on your face change as you scooted closer, feeling your body move closer to his. There was something in your eyes and expression that told him what you were about to do, he knew how much you liked to tease him and push him to his limits, and it was clear you were going to do just that here with the way you started to speed up even more. "I-I really can't right now- oh for fu-"

He cut himself off, biting down on his tongue to keep himself from moaning loudly. The last thing he needed was for his friends to hear him moan.

The other boys on the outside were listening intently, eager to catch whatever sounded like it might be a moan coming from inside the pool house. Topper was the one to speak up, his tone filled with both annoyance and intrigue as he tried to figure out what Rafe had just said. "What was that? Did you just moan, bro?"

Rafe's eyes widened at Topper's words, knowing if he made another noise like that they would know for sure what was really going on. He tried to respond, and for a few moments he actually seemed like he was going to pull it off.

"What? No I didn't moan, I just- oh fuu-" He started to speak, managing to string together a sentence, but then halfway through a slight moan escaped his lips.

This was definitely the funniest and hottest situation you were in. And the fact that this was Rafe Cameron out of all people was somehow even better. You wished you could laugh out loud, instead you sped up the process by swirling your tongue around the tip of his cock while bobbing your head, and it was obvious he was gonna finish any second now.

He was right on the edge and he knew it, and he was sure you knew it too which made it hotter for some reason. It was like you were trying to get him over the edge by any means necessary as quickly and as quietly as possible, and he was close. He glanced back at the door, his mind still half focused on his friends outside and whether or not they'd heard that last moan, but it was hard to keep his mind off what you were doing to him. As soon as he looked back down at you, he could see you were starting to pick up your pace and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold out any longer at that rate.

Meanwhile outside, Topper and the others were listening intently, trying to catch any sound that might give away the secret of what Rafe was actually doing in there. Topper's voice was the first to break the silence, clearly picking up on the last small moan Rafe had let out. "Dude I think he was actually moaning, that's funny as hell bro."

All the other boys were snickering and giggling at Topper's observation, realizing that Rafe was indeed doing some private meeting with his hand just like Topper had been guessing earlier. Another boy's voice piped up from the outside, some guy named Chase. "You think he's watching something raunchy in there or something?"

Topper and the others laughed at the suggestion from Chase, one of the other boys speaking up as well.

"Maybe he's watching porn or something." The thought of Rafe in there watching porn seemed to make everybody chuckle again, and it continued for a few more moments before the room quieted down again as they waited for any more sounds.

You were listening to the conversation outside and it was hilarious. You let Rafe slip out of your mouth and worked him with your hand, your tongue sticking out slightly to get him to finish there, as fast as possible before his friends somehow found a way to come in. You were still watching his face intently, amusement sparkling in your eyes.

As soon as you pulled your mouth away he felt the urge to moan much more easily, but he forced himself to be quiet for the sake of his friends on the other side of the door. He looked down at you, seeing the amusement in your eyes and knowing you were enjoying yourself immensely, and it was at that moment that he realized he was officially screwed, it was only a matter of time until his friends found out what was really going on. "Oh god - shiiiit-"

Another string of giggles and laughs came from outside as they listened to the sound of Rafe struggling not to moan and curse. Topper's voice piped up again, sounding more and more amused as the situation continued to progress. "Bro, it's like he's fighting off a demon in there or something, Jesus."

A few more strokes of your hand and you felt him finish all over your tongue. It was insanely hot and amusing at the same time, given his friends were outside the door and here he was, doing this.

The feeling of you stroking him to completion almost sent him into a complete spiral of pleasure as he had to bite his tongue even more tightly in order to keep himself from moaning loudly. Once he calmed down enough to regain control of himself, he looked down at you, his expression a mixture of both amusement and disbelief. He couldn't believe you had just made him do that and his friends were right outside the damn door. He whispered down to you, trying to keep it quiet enough that the others wouldn't hear. "I can't believe you just did that in front of my bros..."

You hesitantly closed your mouth and swallowed, flipping him off silently. He definitely owed you for this one.

He chuckled lowly, shaking his head as he watched you swallowing before flipping him off. Part of him couldn't believe what had just happened, but at the same time he was also extremely amused by the whole situation, especially his friends listening on the outside.

He looked down at you with a smirk, "I'll make it up to you for this."

"Yeah, right.. you owe big time Cameron.." you whispered, standing up from the floor and straightening your skirt and crop top from the previous activity along with your underwear, grabbing your glasses from the couch and putting them back on, "Do i have to face your friends..? Isn't there another exit out of this pool house?" you asked quietly as you watched him zip up his jeans and straighten his belt.

He chuckled, shaking his head as he fixed his pants and belt. He knew that after what had just happened in here he definitely owed you now more than ever.

"You don't need to worry about my friends, they'll get over it," He replied, shaking his head at your question. "And no, there is no secret way out of here, sadly. You're gonna have to walk out the front door like a normal person. But don't worry I'll handle anything my friends say."

With that said, he walked over to the door and opened it up, stepping back to make way for you to go out first. His friends were all still standing there waiting as the door opened, but they all froze for a moment as they saw you stand up inside, looking a little disheveled with your glasses on. The room was silent for a few moments as nobody said anything, until Topper decided to speak up, his voice filled with disbelief. "Seriously, bro? She was in here the whole time?"

"Hi guys.." you stopped awkwardly in the doorway, glancing at the group of kook guys outside the pool house, "How's the party?" you asked, snorting in amusement.

His friends burst out laughing as you said hi, still surprised and amused by your presence. They couldn't believe that you had been in the pool house all along, especially not with Rafe. Topper was the first to respond, shaking his head with a grin.

"The party is... definitely a lot more interesting now that we know you were in here the whole time."

"Just.. keep it to yourself yeah? and stop cockblocking your friend.." you sighed in mock annoyance, your eyes fitting onto every single guy sitting outside the pool house and then onto the drunk teenagers scattered around the pool behind the group of kooks.

His friends burst out laughing again at your comment, some of them nearly falling over as they pictured what you and Rafe had been up to in there. One of the other guys spoke up, eyeing you up for a moment before speaking. "Oh we'll definitely keep our mouths shut, don't worry about that."

You nodded slowly and awkwardly, adjusting your glasses and shooting them a thumbs up, "Right.. well, fuck you Cameron. You owe me big time, aside from the 50$ from the bet so.." you turned to Rafe flipping him off again before turning around, "I'm just gonna make this less awkward than it already is..." you spoke without turning around, walking slowly along the edge of the pool to make your way back into the house.

A/N: The drafts for this one are messy, but what do the Rafe girlies think? Surprised I'm a Rafe girl too? Idk what to think ab the smut.. Part 2?

Tag-list*:･ﾟ✧ @cali-888, @bee-43, @jjscoquette, @melsbels-zip, @stanseventeen

[vampiriito]

𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ (𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂)

↳ who do i write for? ༉‧₊˚✧ jj maybank, rafe cameron, and stiles stilinksi (if requested!) ₊˚ෆ my fics are 18+, reader is fem, requests are open for any ideas you might have!

Summer was my first love (18+) | pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5 pt.6 pt.7

JJ x Shy! kook! reader, mostly fluff and the parts can be read as stand alones if that's what you prefer. Reader has social anxiety! –„IN WHICH JJ Maybank ends up getting locked into a closet with a kook girl which he develops a soft spot for. JJ finds himself trying to spark up conversation with the timid and quiet kook girl. What he doesn't know is that she's been crushing on him since forever, and hasn't had the courage to spark up conversation with the blond, resorting to following him around and using him as photography inspiration.

Here comes the sun (18+) | pt.1 pt.2

JJ x Kook! reader, fic is inspired by the weeknd's song with the same name. This fic contains cheating, the portrayal of a toxic relationship, unprotected sex all that. This is mostly angst and smut and I'm honestly surprised at how good i am at writing angst. –„IN WHICH you and JJ blur the line between friendship and something more on a whim, and with the intent to keep things casual. But somewhere along the way things get messy in a way that JJ isn't so sure he is fond of anymore. Especially when he finds himself as the other man.

Pillow talk and pleading the fifth amendment (18+) | pt. 1 pt. 2 r.c flashback. pt.3 r.c flashback r.c and reader texts r.c flashback r.c flashback part two r.c flashback r.c flashback pt.4 pt.5 pt.6 pt.7 pt.8

Pogue! reader, love triangle between you, Rafe and JJ. Although my initial plan was getting the reader to end up with JJ there will be 2 alternative endings to this fic! –„IN WHICH you’ve been in love with JJ Maybank for as long as you can remember—until he chooses Kiara. In the wreckage of your heartbreak, you find yourself in Rafe Cameron’s bed, again and again. It’s a mistake you keep making, like picking at a wound that won’t heal. He's cruel where JJ was kind, calculated where JJ was free, and yet, somehow, you keep crawling back. It isn’t love. It isn’t even comfort. It’s control lost in the dark—his hands on your hips, his mouth on your throat, and that smirk he wears when he ruins you. You tell yourself you can stop. That you’re not one of them. But every time he touches you, it gets harder to remember who you were before this.

Lucky charm | pt. 1 pt. 2 pt.3 pt. 4 pt.5 pt.6 pt.7

JJ x Mermaid! reader, although there's a lot of sea nymph culture in this fic, this was requested when i started this blog so i held it close to my heart since it was my first request! –„IN WHICH JJ decides to go out surfing on a hurricane and gets saved from almost drowning by a figure which he didn't get the chance to look at. Or even confirm it was a person. His friends humor JJ and call him insane, but will they finally believe him when he shows them the person he found in the beach cave?

Cherry bomb | prologue. pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5

Drummer! Frat boy! Rafe x bitchy reader who hates his band –„IN WHICH your roommate starts dating the bassist of a rising college band, dragging you into a world of parties, late-night gigs, and too many eyes. One pair in particular: Rafe Cameron’s. He’s the drummer, the golden boy with a temper, and he acts like he can’t stand you—but you’ve caught him staring more times than you can count. When a rumor spins out of control, you're forced into a fake relationship to save face, and suddenly you’re spending too much time with someone who’s been quietly watching you for months. It’s supposed to be pretend—until the tension boils over, and the line between obsession and affection gets dangerously thin. He says you’re his muse. You’re starting to believe he means it.

Glass eyed creatures (18+) | prologue. head-cannons! pt.1 pt.2

Step bro! Rafe x shy! bambi! reader –„IN WHICH your mother marries into the Cameron family, and you're forced to move into a house that doesn’t feel like yours. Rafe—your new stepbrother—barely acknowledges you at first. He’s older, sharper, beautiful in a cruel way. But something shifts. The silence between you becomes pointed. His glances too long. His comments too cutting. There’s a tension in the house, in the air, in the way he always seems to be near when you’re most vulnerable. You try to ignore it, pretend it’s in your head—but Rafe doesn’t hide it well. Not the fixation. Not the control. And not the way he watches you like you were made to be his. You’re the quiet girl in the wrong house. He’s the golden boy with too many secrets. And when the line between teasing and torment begins to blur, you realize you’re not sure if you want to run—or if you’ve already started crawling toward him.

Just the tip | (18+)

Step bro! Rafe x bratty! stepsister! reader –„IN WHICH a quiet night on the couch turns explicit when you catch your stepbrother scrolling through his porn history on the living room TV. He teases you with it—filthy tags, shameless searches, too close for comfort—and before you know it, he’s got you pinned beneath him on the couch, panties pushed to the side. What starts as a taunt becomes an unrelenting fuck—rough, degrading, and dripping with tension. He makes you take every inch, calls you names you swore you hated, and fucks you until you’re crying, twitching, and soaked through.

Room service| (18+)

Step bro! Rafe x bratty! stepsister! reader –„IN WHICH after the first time (“just the tip”—a lie that neither of you believed), you and Rafe managed to keep your secret. Barely. There were a few close calls, lingering looks over dinner, your mom’s suspicious questions about why your laundry smelled like his cologne.. but no one caught you. Now your family’s on vacation, crammed into a suite with paper-thin walls and one shared bathroom. You’ve been teasing him all day—short skirts, bending over just a little too far—and by the time the lights go out, he’s done pretending to behave. You barely make it to the bathroom before he’s following you in, locking the door, and shoving you against the counter, forcing you to watch yourself take every inch.

T.A stands for tits and ass | (18+)

Professor! Older! Rafe x student! reader –„IN WHICH you confront professor Cameron about his grading, what starts as a sharp-tongued argument twists into something else entirely. One challenge turns into another, until you’re on his desk with his tie in your fist and his glasses crooked from the way you push them up mid-fuck. Between mocking quips and filthy corrections, he proves there are some lessons you’ll only learn with your skirt hitched up and his body pressing you into the wood.

The last hit

Best friend! Rafe x reader –„IN WHICH you share the last hit of the joint with your best friend, only to realize that shot gunning him from now on might involve more or less making out.

Personal headcannons of rafe that i think are pretty canon! | (18+) pt.1 pt.2

More to come as i write! (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

[sunkissz]

[rafesdaydream]

𝙋𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚!𝙍𝙖𝙛𝙚 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨 

Warnings: Mentions of violence, kissing.

˚⟡˖ ࣪Rafe gets extremely jealous if you even look at another guy. His jaw clenches, his grip on you tightens instantly and if he can he'll pull you into his lap. Then he'll proceed to stare the other guy down until gets scared and he backs off or looks away. When you bring up the fact that "he was just being friendly", Rafe says something like: "I don't care. You're mine. He shouldn't be looking at you." You roll your eyes but eventually get used to it.

˚⟡˖ ࣪Rafe loves marking you up on purpose. It doesn't matter where. Lips, neck, hips, thighs. He'll always leave a mark, sometimes without you noticing. When you finally find out the next day after someone stares a little too long or points it out, Rafe just smirks, loving watching you get all flustered. If you confront him about it he'll say something like: "They should all know what I do to you", making you look away, flushed. Deep down some part of you likes Rafe leaving marks but will never admit it to him. Rafe already knows.

˚⟡˖ ࣪Rafe doesn't really like any of your kook friends. He thinks that they're too performative and flashy. He only tolerates them because you asked him to and he knows they make you happy. If any one of them go behind your back or make you cry, Rafe will take your side, no hesitation and ask if you want him to fix it. But he will, under no circumstances, let you be friends with the pogues or even near them. You don't hate them and think they're alright but Rafe doesn't trust them at all.

˚⟡˖ ࣪If any guy flirts with you, Rafe won't react instantly. He'll stand there looking perfectly composed, but you can feel him get physically tense beside you while you try to politely and quickly shut down the other guy. In his mind, Rafe is already planning how to get rid of him in the slowest, most painful way possible. You never see those guys again because they never get the opportunity to flirt twice. They just quietly leave town or mysteriously disappear. Part of you knows Rafe's behind it, but neither of you bring it up.

˚⟡˖ ࣪Rafe tries not to get into fights. He really does. But if someone says anything bad about you, a suggestive comment, a crude joke, or even talks about you in general, Rafe's already throwing a punch before they can finish their sentence. It's always violent and messy with his friends trying and failing to pull him off. And it always ends when you manage to get close enough to calm him down with your voice. He'll stand up, not caring about the unconscious guy or the fact that he's bleeding, make sure you're okay then pick you up and carry you out of the place.

˚⟡˖ ࣪Rafe loves when you wear his clothes. His hoodie, his shirt, his sweater. Seeing you in his clothes does something to him. To him, it's a form of ownership, another way of showing that you are his. He'll stare, his gaze focused on you solely, taking in how his shirt always fits loose on you, how you love gripping the edges of his hoodie sleeves and snuggle into his sweater. When you ask him why he's staring, he'll say something like: "It looks better on you than me. Don't take it off." You try to hide the fact that you're blushing but Rafe always knows and he loves it.

˚⟡˖ ࣪When Rafe is feeling unsteady or on edge, he'll back you into a wall or pull you into his lap and make you say "I love you" and "I'm yours". He doesn't know why but it calms him down and he feels like he can breathe again. You don't really mind it but sometimes it catches you off guard. Then Rafe will see that and proceed to kiss down your jaw and neck and collarbone, as if it's his way of apologising. He'll mumble against your neck: "Didn't mean to scare you. It's just that I love you so much... you know that... right baby?" When you nod and tell him you do know, he'll just kiss you harder.

˚⟡˖ ࣪You find it kind of cute sometimes how possessive Rafe gets but deep down you know it's because Rafe's scared you'll find someone better one day and leave, no matter how many times you reassure him you won't. You're the only comfort and softness he's ever had and the thought of losing that makes him act insane and do crazy things. Before you go to bed every night he always says the same thing: "Tell me you're mine. That you won't leave." And you always reply with the same: "I'm not going anywhere, Rafe. I'm all yours."

thought i'd go darker for this one. hope you guys like it! also feel free to suggest any other rafe headcanons you want to see ⋆˚₊

dividers: @cursed-carmine @chrisssiren

♡ masterlist ♡

[sunkissz]

rafe cameron in blue

[rudsbloom]

I have not recovered and will never recover from these pics. My dignity has left the chat like can he just choke me please?

[anakin-skywalker]

[jjbanks]

me:

[amerie-wadia]

Outer Banks (1.05) Midsummers

[amerie-wadia]

the first boat to make the run to bermuda in under 16 hours, kie. forty years old! forty.

[romancedawg]

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[anon-188]

(not) better than revenge - r. cameron

(pics are just for aesthetic purposes!)

pairing: rafe cameron x f!reader | genre: smut | wc: ~3.8k

summary: you could’ve taken the high road, but you took rafe cameron instead—on camera, in your ex’s bed, and without a single ounce of regret.

warnings: explicit sexual content (18+), fuckboy!rafe, smut with plot, revenge sex, filming/recording, alcohol consumption (not drunk), petty behavior, humiliation (aimed at your ex), strong language, unprotected sex, p in v sex, dirty talk, mild praise, reader called “pretty”

a/n: i had so much fun writing this omg 😩 i hope you guys enjoy!! <3

✦ kinktober ‘25 | kinktober masterlist | obsession collection

The house was already shaking by the time you pulled up. Music thumping through the walls, lights bleeding through the windows, laughter spilling out the front door in waves.

Typical.

Kooks always threw the same kind of party.

Big house. Loud music. Too much money. Not enough sense.

And him—your ex.

Poster boy for it all.

If you’d had any sense, you would’ve waited until morning to grab your stuff. But he’d texted you earlier, something smug about “tonight’s fine,” and you weren’t in the mood to drag it out. 

You just wanted your things back. 

Heads turned the second you stepped inside, bag slung over your shoulder. The air was thick—sweat, perfume, bass vibrating through the floor. Eyes followed you, some with pity, most with that hungry curiosity Kooks always had for drama that wasn’t theirs.

And then there he was.

Leaning against the counter, beer in hand, that same smirk already in place like he’d been practicing it just for you.

“Well, look who finally decided to show up,” your ex called out, voice loud enough for everyone to hear.

You forced a thin smile. “Just here for my stuff.”

He pushed off the counter, strolling closer until he was right in front of you, confidence dripping from every step.

“Come on. We both know why you’re really here,” he said, tone dipping low—what he probably thought sounded smooth. The smell of alcohol didn’t help his case. 

You frowned, face scrunching up in disgust.

“Yeah. To get my shit and leave.” You said flatly, before turning toward the stairs.

But he moved faster, cutting you off.

“Still pretending you don’t miss me?”

You scoffed, arms crossing tight. “What’s to miss? The love triangle between you, me, and your ego?”

That one hit. You saw it in the flicker of his jaw before he recovered.

“Don’t act like that, baby,” he drawled, still trying, still not reading the fucking room.

You rolled your eyes so far back you might’ve slipped into another dimension.

“I’m not your baby. And I’m not acting. Move.” You shoved past him. Hard enough that his drink sloshed in his hand, nearly spilling down his shirt. 

He was still running his mouth as you headed for the stairs—every word confirming exactly why you’d left in the first place.

By the time you hit the second floor, the music had dulled to a low, distant thud beneath your feet.

His room looked the same as it always had. The same tangled sheets. The same clothes on the floor. That same heavy mix of overpriced cologne and cheap arrogance still clinging to the air, sharp and overdone, like he thought it could cover everything else.

The feeling tugged at you—strained, bitter—but you pushed it down. You dropped your bag on the edge of the bed and crossed to the dresser, pulling drawers open one by one. You grabbed what was left: a few shirts, your perfume, things you didn’t even remember leaving behind.

In the bathroom, you scooped up the rest with one arm. Skincare, hair ties, half-used bottles that had been sitting there too long. You didn’t stop to check what was worth keeping. Just kept moving, focused on leaving as fast as you could.

All that was left was the nightstand, cluttered with smaller things. An extra charger. Lip balm. A book. Little reminders that once, you’d actually lived here.

You stepped out of the bathroom, quietly cursing under your breath about how ridiculous this all was. About how ridiculous he was.

The zipper on your bag rasped faintly as you tucked the last few bottles inside, the quiet sound almost lost beneath the bass thudding from downstairs. You straightened, brushing your hands against your thighs, already turning toward the nightstand—

Then the bedroom door flew open.

Quick. Sharp.

It slammed shut just as fast, the echo cutting through the music below.

You froze mid-step, pulse skipping as your eyes locked on the figure now standing in front of the door, his back to you.

Broad. Solid. Familiar.

A silhouette you recognized maybe a little too quickly.

Rafe. 

His shoulders were tight, like he was bracing for something. Or maybe trying to outrun it.

Your eyes lingered longer than they should have, tracing the tension in his back, the slow rise and fall of his frame. You tilted your head slightly, curiosity slipping into something quieter, something sharper. Because Rafe Cameron didn’t run from anything.

Not people. Not consequences.

He moved through spaces like the world would part for him eventually. Like time itself would slow down just to fall at his feet. And it usually did.

So what the hell had him slipping into rooms, shutting doors like he needed to hide?

The corner of your mouth lifted.

“What are you doing?” you asked. Your voice wasn’t sharp, just amused. 

Intrigued, even.

He turned, slow but unbothered, like he’d only just now realized he wasn’t alone. A red solo cup hung from his hand, paired with that same unreadable ease he alway had stamped across his face.

Then his eyes met yours.

His lips twitched up—just barely. It was something crooked, but subtle.

“Hi,” he said. Voice low. Lazy. Like he had no intention of explaining himself.

And knowing him, he probably didn’t.

“Hi,” you echoed, tone matching his, but you didn’t let him steer the conversation. Your smile tugged wider as you took a slow step closer, eyes narrowing just enough to make it playful.

“What are you doing in here?”

A soft chuckle slipped out of him, deep and smooth. His lips parted, maybe to give one of those half-answers he was famous for.

Then you heard it.

A voice from the hallway.

High. Loud. Whiny.

“Rafe?”

It dragged out like a complaint. Followed by another, more desperate call.

“Rafeee—come on.”

He didn’t flinch, but something in his jaw tightened. Just for a second. Like even hearing her voice scraped against something in him.

You glanced toward the door, then back at him.

“I see,” you said, laughing under your breath.

He smirked faintly, lifting his cup for another drink, but his eyes stayed on you, steady and unblinking.

And you felt it—the weight of his stare sinking low in your stomach, warm and heavy.

It had always been like that.

That quiet pull that existed long before you ever admitted it to yourself. The kind that lived in glances that lasted too long and silences that said too much. It was always there, thick in the air, but never acted on.

Your ex made sure of that.

Rafe was “bad news,” “not your type,” “off-limits.”

The one time you’d slipped—bumped into Rafe at a party and muttered a quick apology—it had been enough to start one of those “boundaries” arguments your ex liked to rehash. Over and over. Like saying sorry was a betrayal.

And maybe it was. Not because of you, but because of the way Rafe had looked at you that night—the same way he was looking at you now. Like the room had narrowed to just the two of you, and he didn’t mind letting you know it.

From the hallway, the girl’s voice rose again. Louder this time. Dragging out his name in that grating tone that made it sound like a plea.

Rafe sighed under his breath, muttering something you almost missed. “Shouldn’t have even come. Don’t even like the guy.”

He followed it with a roll of his eyes and a slow shake of his head, like the whole night was one long mistake he was trying to blink out of existence. That familiar mix of irritation and indifference—his signature—settled across his face as he glanced away for a second, then right back to you.

You knew they weren’t real friends, Rafe and your ex. They were more like mutually tolerated acquaintances—something about deals, favors, image. That kind of friendship didn’t last without alcohol or an audience.

Still, you teased. 

“If you don’t like him,” you asked, eyes skimming the rim of his cup before meeting his stare again, “then why are you here?”

Rafe’s gaze dragged over you like he was weighing his words, deciding if silence said it better.

When he finally opened his mouth, he flipped it cleanly.

“Why are you?”

You caught it immediately—the shift, the way he dodged without ever breaking eye contact. Typical. But this time, you didn’t press. You let him have the out.

A soft sigh slipped past your lips as you turned toward the bed, the reminder of why you even came here cutting clean through the haze.

“Just grabbing my stuff.” You said, voice taut and measured.

It wasn’t defensive. Just honest. You didn’t owe him more than that.

He nodded slightly, still watching you.

“Yeah, I heard you guys broke up. Shame.”

Your eyes snapped back to him, fast and sharp. “I don’t think so.”

Rafe smirked—not wide, just enough to crease the corner of his mouth. Like he’d been waiting for that.

Then—

“I wasn’t saying it for you.”

His words came smooth and low, carrying a rough edge that landed exactly where they shouldn’t have. Right in that place you pretended didn’t exist—the one you’d denied a hundred times.

You shook your head, trying to clear it, and stepped toward the nightstand for the last of your things.

Rafe didn’t say a word.

He just leaned against the doorframe like he belonged there, one hand wrapped around the solo cup, the other tucked loose into his pocket. His eyes tracked you, slow and steady, dragging over every shift of your body with a focus that pressed heat into your spine.

The silence stretched, but not in a way that begged to be filled. It hung thick in the room, weighted and electric. It curled around your body, crept up your legs, settled just beneath your skin.

You swung your bag over your shoulder and turned toward the door, ready to walk out like you hadn’t noticed. Like your pulse wasn’t racing.

But he was there.

In front of the door again. Still. Calm. Blocking nothing and everything all at once.

Your breath caught before you could stop it. He didn’t move, didn’t speak, just stood there with the same unreadable expression. The kind that made it hard to tell if he was daring you to leave or waiting for you not to.

Standing that close, the pull hit again. Harder this time.

You could smell the liquor on his breath—sweet and sharp. Feel the warmth radiating off his skin. It filled the space between you, made the distance feel smaller than it was.

You swallowed once, tightening your grip on the strap over your shoulder.

“Have a good night,” you said, voice quiet but steady.

He matched it, tone easy. “You too.”

Your eyes lingered on his face, slow enough to give you away. The sharp angle of his jaw, the line of his nose, the way his lips parted slightly when your gaze dropped to them. A subtle twitch curved the corner of his mouth, like he knew exactly where your thoughts were heading.

Heat curled low in your stomach, thick and undeniable. The air between you thinned. Every inch of space suddenly felt too loud, too charged, too full of the tension you’d spent months pretending wasn’t there.

You felt it in the silence. In the way both of you held still. In the way you waited for the other to break first.

And then—

Fuck it.

You dropped your bag without a second thought, barely hearing it hit the floor. Your hands were already reaching for him, fingers hooking around the back of his neck as you pulled him in fast. 

Your mouth crashed into his like you were mad at him for how good it felt. Like the silence, the glances, the weight of his stare had finally worn you down to this.

Rafe moved just as quick.

The red cup left his hand in an instant, beer splashing out as it hit the floor somewhere behind you. He didn’t look to see where it landed. Didn’t care. His hands were already on you, urgent and greedy, dragging down your back, gripping your waist.

Your fingers twisted in his shirt, mouth parting wider as his tongue slid against yours, deep and rough. His grip on you was bruising, palms locked at your hips like he’d been waiting too long to touch you and wasn’t about to be gentle about it.

The kiss turned desperate—messy, breathless, all tongue and teeth and the sound of shallow breathing between half-formed moans. Every step he took pushed you backward until the back of your legs hit the edge of the bed. His weight pressed you into the mattress, the sheets twisting beneath you until—

You felt it.

Something hard, wedged beneath your back.

You broke the kiss just enough to reach down, fingers brushing over the fabric before closing around it. Your chest tightened the moment you brought it into view.

A phone.

His phone.

Your ex’s.

You hadn’t even noticed it earlier in the mess of the unmade bed.

For a second, neither of you moved. The silence stretched thick between your bodies, the weight of it pressing into your ribs. Then your gaze found his again, a flicker of amusement cutting through the heat. 

Something passed between you. Unspoken. Instant.

Rafe’s eyes dropped to the phone, then back to you, slow and wicked, before a laugh slipped out. 

Then came the smirk. Heavy. Knowing. Like he’d just been handed a gift he wasn’t about to waste.

The air in the room shifted.

Sharper. Dirtier. Meaner in all the right ways.

Without missing a beat, you tilted your head toward the nightstand, voice low.

“There. Prop it against the lamp.”

Rafe didn't ask questions. Didn't hesitate.

He walked over, flipped the phone in his palm, then swiped to the left. The screen lit up instantly, camera open from the lock screen. With one tap, he flipped it to video then pressed record, setting it in place with a casualness that made your skin prickle.

From that angle, your face barely even showed in the frame. But Rafe's? Clear as day. And he didn’t care. If anything, he seemed proud of it.

He turned back to you just as you opened the nightstand drawer.

Your hand reached in, grabbed one of the condoms your ex always kept stashed there. You held it up between two fingers, brows raised in silent question.

Rafe glanced down at it, then up—his eyes dragging over you in one slow pass before a rough, amused laugh slipped out.

“That’s not gonna work,” he said, grin cutting wide. “Too small.”

The jab landed exactly where it was meant to, and you couldn’t help the way your mouth curled. A breathless sound escaped as you tossed the condom across the room without another thought.

Rafe was already leaning in, his mouth catching yours before you could say anything, one hand sliding behind your neck while the other gripped your thigh, pulling you closer.

The kiss turned fast. Messy. His teeth scraped your bottom lip as his tongue pushed deeper. He moved with you, climbing back onto the bed, knees sinking into the mattress as he adjusted his hold. 

You shifted with him, bodies tangling, lips never separating as you both pushed further into the sheets. His hands roamed without pause, sliding up under your shirt, over your stomach, each touch making your breath catch against his mouth.

Your shirt was gone a moment later, pulled over your head and flung somewhere near the pillows. His hands were already moving lower, fingers hooking into the waistband of your shorts and yanking them down, leaving only the thin stretch of your panties behind.

You reached for him next, tugging at the fabric clinging to his chest until he leaned back just enough for you to strip it off. The cotton slid away, revealing muscle and the sharp lines that cut down his stomach. Your fingers trailed over his skin, slow at first, then lower, finding his belt.

Rafe watched you the whole time, smug and silent, while you worked him out of every layer. The buckle clinked under your touch, his pants dragging down his legs before hitting the floor with a thud. His boxers followed, and then he was bare in front of you.

When your gaze dropped, the air caught in your throat.

He was hard already, thick and full, the flushed head slick against his stomach. It sat heavy between you, impossible to ignore, and even harder to forget. You didn’t need to say it—one look and it was obvious.

That condom wouldn’t have stood a chance.

You glanced back up at him, jaw tight with the effort not to react, not to give him the satisfaction. But it was too late. He was already smirking, that same cocky tilt to his mouth that said it all.

Told you so.

His voice came next, low and rough—

“Turn around.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. 

You moved fast, quicker than you ever had in your ex’s bed. Your knees sank into the mattress as you turned to face the headboard, hands bracing against the cool sheets. You arched your back just enough, offering more, and behind you, you heard him exhale through his teeth. The sound was sharp, guttural, and it only made your stomach coil tighter.

Your eyes flicked to the nightstand, to the phone propped perfectly in place. The screen reflected the shape of your body, the silhouette of Rafe moving behind you. His hand slid along your waist, steadying you as the other slipped lower, hooking your panties to the side before he lined himself up.

The head of his cock pressed against your entrance—just barely—before he pushed in hard, burying himself to the hilt.

The stretch of him ripped a broken moan from your throat, your arms buckling under the weight of it. He didn’t give you time to adjust, didn’t pull out slow—just gripped your waist tighter and fucked into you like he meant it.

“Shit,” he groaned, voice roughening against the sound of skin on skin. “I knew you’d be this good. Knew it every damn time you looked at me and didn’t say a word.”

You whimpered into the air, thighs trembling under him, the friction almost too much and the praise making it worse. Your hands scrambled for traction, clutching the sheets, but he held you steady, rhythm merciless.

“You’re taking it so well,” he gritted out, hips pounding into yours. “So fuckin’ good.”

You moaned louder, head dropping forward. Each thrust pulsed through every nerve, your breath stuttering as your body hovered between pain and pleasure, desperate to keep up with him.

“Fuck,” he said, voice sharp now, pitched just enough to carry. His grip on your waist tightened, pulling you back into every stroke. “No wonder you’re so pissed all the time.”

You thought he was talking to you at first—until his next one hit.

“Pussy like this, and you still couldn’t keep her?”

Your brows pulled together. Confused. Caught halfway between breathless and blank. Then your eyes slid sideways—back to the camera.

And there he was.

Rafe.

Looking dead into the lens.

You gasped, the realization crawling up your spine faster than his rhythm. Dizzying. Raw.

He wasn’t talking to you.

He was talking to your ex. No shame. No hesitation.

“I’d be mad too,” Rafe said, voice thick. His eyes stayed locked on the lens, mouth curling into something dark. “Had all this and fucked it up.”

His hips never slowed. Never faltered.

He kept driving into you, hard and wet and ruthless, every thrust hitting deep, every snap of his hips landing like a full-stop.

Like he meant every single word.

Rafe leaned forward, his chest brushing your back, breath hot against your ear.

“Bet he never fucked you like this, huh?”

The words scraped down your spine, low and ragged, grinding straight into the center of you.

A soft, broken sound slipped from your throat as your eyes fluttered shut, jaw going slack. His voice, the snap of his hips against your ass, the wet drag of friction between your thighs—it all filled the room in a way you couldn’t escape.

“All that time he spent whining about me…” Rafe grunted, driving into you harder. “And he couldn’t even make you come right.”

Your moan cracked open at the end, wrecked and raw. “Rafe—fuck.”

“That’s right,” he said, voice rough with grit. “Tell him, pretty. Tell him who’s making you feel this good.”

“Rafe,” you gasped again. “Rafe—please.”

He grinned, dark and full of bite.

“Louder. So he can hear what it sounds like when you’re actually enjoying yourself.”

And you did.

You gave him everything. A cry so loud it tore from your throat, echoing off the walls, wild and broken. The kind of sound no one could mistake for anything else.

The kind of sound anyone standing outside that door would’ve heard.

Rafe’s laugh followed, deep and cocky, dragging straight through your already-raw nerves.

He straightened up behind you, hands slipping down to your hips. Then he pushed you down into the mattress, arching your ass higher. A new angle. A deeper stretch.

And when he drove back in, it hit everything, sending you over the edge.

Your legs shook. Your mouth dropped open. You came with a shudder, the orgasm tearing through you in one long, overwhelming wave.

Rafe fucked you through it, hips pressing into you as your body clenched around him, helpless to the pace. 

He didn’t stop—not really—but the rhythm eventually shifted, slowing just enough to drag every motion out, grinding deeper until your breath hitched. 

His voice came next, thick with control.

“That feel good?”

You moaned, voice wrecked. “Yes.”

He leaned in, chest grazing your back again, his words brushing against your ear.

“Better than him?”

You lifted your head, voice cutting through the noise loud enough for the camera to catch it. The sound that left you was half a moan, half a laugh—mocking and undone all at once.

“So much better.”

Rafe looked straight into the lens, a slow smirk crawling across his lips. No guilt. No apology. Just a man who knew exactly what he was doing, and who he was doing it to.

He didn’t break eye contact with the camera as he buried himself in you over and over, your body jolting with every deep thrust. His fingers dug in harder, holding you in place, forcing you to take every inch. You tried to breathe, to pause, but he didn't let you—not yet.

Because a real fuck didn’t stop at one orgasm.

And your ex?

He was about to learn that the hard way.

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pairing: Husband!Rafe Cameron x Wife!Reader

blurb: a little glimpse into the domestic mornings of you and Rafe as husband and wife.

warnings: fluff, kissing

wc: 1.5k

The house is still dark when Rafe wakes up. Quiet. Still. The pale morning light filters through the linen curtains, casting faint shadows on the hardwood floor. He can faintly hear the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. 

Rafe tilts his head slightly, his eyes landing on you, curled against his side beneath expensive white sheets. Still asleep with a content look on your face, your hands are lightly fisting his shirt like they always do. Your hair is spread across the pillow, the wedding ring on your finger catching the first traces of sunlight.

His chest does that stupid thing it always does when he looks at you, even years later. Beats faster as his eyes trace over you, memorising every little detail. Rafe reaches over and brushes a strand of hair away from your face carefully, trying not to wake you.

You make a little sleepy sound, moving deeper into him. Something between a mumble and a whine. Immediately, his expression softens. "Shh, go back to sleep, baby."

Your eyes don't even open. You just hum and burrow deeper into the blankets, chasing the warmth. Rafe smiles despite himself. He can’t help it when you look this adorable. 

Then, eventually, he forces himself out of bed, stretching slightly as he stands. Because he has to get up. Unfortunately, the company won't run itself, even though Rafe wishes it would.

The master bathroom is already prepared. Ready from the previous night. Just like always. His watch sits perfectly beside the sink. His cufflinks lay out neatly. Everything exactly where it should be. Because somehow, you always remember. Especially the little things. It’s one of the things that makes Rafe love you more every day.

After showering, Rafe walks into the dressing room, a towel snug around his waist. Some steam from the bathroom floats in. And there it is. His suit, pressed perfectly, laying just right across the back of the chair. Just like always. His tie is placed on top, chosen by you.

It’s a small thing, one that happens every day, but it makes him smile anyway. Because that's just how you are. Hiding quiet acts of love inside ordinary moments.

By the time he heads down the stairs, the house is awake. Soft sunlight spills through enormous kitchen windows, framed by white lace curtains, tied up with a perfect little bow.  You’d always dreamed of having them, and of course, Rafe couldn’t resist any of your wishes. He always made sure you had everything you could ever dream of. 

Fresh pink tulips sit in a vase near the island, the petals starting to open. Rafe had gotten them for you a few days ago, without any reason, because he never needed a reason to get you flowers and shower you with gifts. Just you being you was reason enough for him.

Finally, his eyes fall on you. You’re standing at the counter in one of his oversized button-down shirts, which grazes your thighs with every movement. You hum softly to yourself, hair loosely pinned back with strands falling around your shoulders.

Rafe pauses in the doorway. Just you watches for a second. Takes in the moment. You haven't noticed him yet, busy packing his lunch like you always do every morning. Container after container lined up neatly. Neatly sliced fruit. Two wrapped chicken sandwiches with extra cheese to his preference. A protein bar that you tease him about, but add on the side anyway. 

Rafe notices a small handwritten note tucked into the corner of his lunch bag. You like to slip them in for him. Something to remind him of you while he’s at the office. Like he could ever forget about you. His chest tightens. Because no matter how many years pass, he never gets used to this. Never gets used to somebody loving him this gently.

Then you finally look up, seeing him. Immediately, your face brightens. "Morning."

"Morning, baby." Rafe hums, stepping closer.

You smile softly. "Breakfast is almost ready."

Rafe crosses the kitchen and wraps both arms around your waist from behind, pulling you back against his chest. 

You laugh quietly. "Rafe."

He presses his face into your shoulder, breathing you in. "Mhm." You smell like coconut shampoo, along with the faint scent of cedarwood cologne still on his shirt that you’re wearing. 

"Rafey, the eggs,” you whine slightly, trying to turn your attention back to the pan.

His grip doesn’t loosen. If anything, it tightens. "They'll survive."

You roll your eyes fondly, leaning back willingly again. "The meeting?"

Rafe groans, not even wanting to think about the day ahead. Think about anything except how you’re pressed up against him right now, one of your hands brushing over his knuckles. "Unfortunately, won't.”

That earns another soft laugh from you. Something bright that could light up the whole room. His favorite sound.

Eventually, he lets you go. Reluctantly. You finish plating breakfast while he sits across from you at the island. Toast with marmalade with scrambled eggs on the side. Black coffee made just for him. It’s comforting in a way.

Rafe eats while you finish packing his lunch. You don’t really have an appetite this early in the morning, often eating your breakfast after he’s gone, your latest binge-worthy show on the TV. Every so often, Rafe looks up just to watch you move around the kitchen. Sometimes he pulls you close by your waist to feed you a bite. You giggle but don’t resist, used to his shenanigans. “Tastes amazing, baby,” he murmurs in your ear as you chew on a piece of toast. 

“Thank you,” you whisper, before slipping out of his grasp to zip up his lunchbag.

"You don't gotta do all this, you know," Rafe adds, seemingly out of nowhere. 

You glance over. A little surprised. "I know."

A pause.

"Then why do you?"

You smile softly. Like, the answer is obvious. Because to you it is. It always has been.

"’Cause I like taking care of you."

Rafe immediately looks down at his plate. Not because he doesn't like hearing it. Because he does. Too much. And every time you say things like that, it affects him more than he'd ever admit. You could never understand the things you did to him.

Once breakfast is finished, you hand him the lunch bag. "Here."

Rafe takes it. Then he looks at you. Really looks at you. With the morning sunlight acting as a backlight, you look like an angel straight from his dreams. This is something out of his dreams. The life you've built together. Everything he never thought he'd have that he found because of you.

Rafe reaches for your face gently, calloused fingers carefully brushing back a strand of your hair. “I love you,” he whispers before leaning in. His lips meet yours in a kiss. Gentle at first. Soft. Something familiar that comes from years of being together. Of knowing every part of one another. 

“I love you too,” you smile, pulling back slightly. You barely get the words out before Rafe is kissing you again. Harder this time. 

"You're gonna be late, Rafe," you giggle against his lips. 

Rafe groans dramatically. "Don't remind me."

You laugh again. And God, he'd stay here forever if he could. But he has to go to work, so he grabs the keys to his Mercedes. Picks up his leather briefcase and lunch bag before heading towards the front door.

Halfway there, though, he stops. Turns around and walks back, his stride quick. He cups your face and kisses you again. Just because he can. Because you’re his wife and you mean more to him than any stupid meeting at work.

"Rafe." You whine slightly, secretly enjoying it, although you’d never tell him that. But Rafe already knows.

"What?" he asks, faking innocence.

"You literally just kissed me," you whisper, your arms slipping around his neck like second nature.

"So?" He’s smirking now, leaning close enough that he can smell your vanilla body lotion. “You’re my wife. I’ll kiss you as many times as I want.” He emphasises his point by peppering little kisses all over your face and neck.

“Rafe!” you squeal in his arms. 

And then finally, after a few more moments, he pulls away. Still reluctant.  The front door closes softly behind him. The house grows quiet again. You’re already missing him, waiting for him to be back home that evening.

On the passenger seat of his car, tucked inside his lunch bag, is a small note written in your handwriting. Waiting for him.

Don't work too hard. I love you. 

When Rafe opens his lunch after a morning of meetings, he finds himself smiling, counting down the seconds until you’re back in his arms again.

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seven minutes of heaven - r. cameron

pairing: rafe cameron x f!reader | genre: smut | wc: ~4.2k | cupid’s corner ✦ 2026

summary: victoria's secret fashion show, a backroom, and one very impatient rafe cameron.

warnings: explicit sexual content (18+), vs angel!reader, possessive!rafe, porn with plot, established relationship, dirty talk, quickie, backstage, unprotected sex (p in v), overstimulation, creampie, rafe calls reader called "baby"

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The backstage area buzzed in waves of organized chaos, laughter spilling from one corner while someone nearby muttered about a missing lash. Heels clicked in hurried patterns against the polished floor as curling irons hissed and cameras snapped. Everywhere you looked, assistants moved between racks of wings and silk with effortless precision, weaving through it all like they were navigating a world only they understood.

Everything smelled like hairspray and vanilla body oil, sweet and sharp all at once. Underneath it lingered that familiar charge of nerves—the kind that never quite disappeared, no matter how many times you’d walked a runway, no matter how many spotlights had already found your name.

You sat tall in the styling chair without thinking about it, posture instinctual, legs crossed neatly. A stylist moved around you, fingertips light as she dusted shimmer along your collarbones, the powder catching in the hollow of your throat. Your hair fell in soft waves, pinned temporarily off your shoulders while final touches were perfected.

Every detail had been calibrated with care, including tonight’s set, which fit like a promise.

A white balconette bra lifted and framed you perfectly, lace edging delicate but deliberate. The matching panties hugged your hips, cut high enough to elongate, soft enough to feel like second skin. A sheer ruffle overskirt floated around your thighs, airy and teasing, fluttering every time you shifted even slightly.

It was sensual without trying. Poised without effort. Flawless by design.

Someone behind you adjusted the last curl, fingers careful not to disturb the shimmer layered across your shoulders. You smoothed another coat of gloss over your lips, slow and precise, pressing them together before lifting your gaze to the mirror.

That was when your phone buzzed against the vanity.

You glanced down without thinking.

It was a text from Rafe.

A smile tugged at your mouth before you could stop it. You figured it was just him checking in, the usual good-luck text he sent before every show.

You wiped your gloss-stained fingertip on a tissue before leaning closer to the mirror. Tilting your head slightly, you reached for your phone to read the message beneath the glare of the lights.

Emergency. Come meet me.

That was it.

No emoji. No teasing tone.

Your heart kicked hard against your ribs.

You typed back instantly, thumbs moving faster than your thoughts.

Are you okay? What’s wrong?

Three dots appeared. Disappeared. Appeared again.

The seconds stretched.

Then—

Just come. 

Please.

And that last message, that single word, did more to rattle you than the rest of it combined.

You stared at the message. The words sat sharp and unfamiliar in the middle of your screen. Not the urgency—Rafe lived in that—but the please. He didn’t say it unless it mattered. Unless something in him cracked open just enough to let it slip.

A restless flicker stirred at the base of your neck and drifted down your spine.

You fired off a quick reply.

Where are you?

Your thumb hovered. Your heart skipped, tightened, then fluttered all over again when the message bubble appeared.

Service corridor. West end. You’ll see me. 

You glanced up from your phone, the noise of the backstage floodlights and frantic prep roaring back into your ears all at once. Stylists passed with garment bags slung over their shoulders. Another angel was being rushed into her outfit five feet away. 

But none of it touched you now.

“I’ll be right back,” you told the makeup artist, offering the softest, most convincing smile you could manage. “Just a second.”

Your coordinator opened her mouth to object, already checking the time, but you were moving before she could finish.

The satin robe slid over your shoulders as you rose from the chair, whispering against your skin while the hem stirred just enough to reveal glimpses of white lace and the delicate ruffle grazing your thighs. Shimmer glinted across your skin with every step, your heels clicking against the concrete floor as you moved through the maze of sequined lingerie and backup wings.

The buzz of prep faded the deeper you moved backstage. The music dulled. The laughter blurred. The hum of hair dryers and shouted instructions dissolved into a distant echo.

You exhaled, shaky and sharp, trying to steady your breathing. Trying to pull your heartbeat back into something that didn’t feel like a runway of its own.

Finally, you found him.

Tucked into a dimly lit area, barely marked, half-shielded by a swath of black velvet curtain, Rafe leaned against the wall like he’d been there forever. 

One ankle crossed casually over the other. Jacket half open. Collar loose. The top buttons of his shirt undone just enough to expose the lean line of his chest beneath. 

His eyes moved the second you appeared—trailing slow from your heels to your calves, to the lace peeking through the edges of your robe. His gaze lingered at your thighs, where the light caught the glow on your skin, then climbed higher—tracing the rise of your chest beneath the white balconette.

By the time his eyes reached your face, his mouth had already curved into something too satisfied—like he’d found exactly what he was waiting for.

“Emergency, huh?” you said, arms crossing over your chest, though the way your lips pulled at the corners betrayed you. You stopped in front of him, trying to glare. Failing.

Rafe’s smirk deepened, his voice dropping into that quiet rasp that always made your stomach flip. “Yeah. It was. I had to see you.”

You hummed, unimpressed, chin tilting as your smile crept through anyway. “Mm-hmm.”

He mocked the sound softly under his breath, mouth twitching like he’d won something you hadn’t agreed to give.

And then he leaned in.

No hesitation. No warning.

His mouth found yours in a kiss that started slow. Controlled. Almost civilized.

Until his hands were on you.

His palms moved up your sides, fingers spreading as they followed the curve of your waist beneath the robe. The fabric shifted between you as he pulled you closer, so close your heels had nowhere to step before the space disappeared entirely.

He smiled into the kiss, that crooked, knowing curve staying on his mouth as he trailed downward. His lips traced your jaw in a slow pull of heat, then brushed the soft spot beneath your ear. The soft drag of his teeth there drew a breath from you, sharper than you meant, almost a gasp.

Your hands fisted in the front of his shirt, tugging the thin cotton tighter as you felt the warmth of his chest beneath your fingers, the steady rhythm of his breathing grounding and electric all at once.

You already knew exactly where this was going.

“Rafe,” you managed, the word catching as his hands slid lower. “I have to walk in like fifteen minutes.”

“I know,” he said easily, like it was a detail that barely mattered.

His mouth moved lower, slow and hungry, nose nudging the edge of your robe aside just enough to expose the shimmer-dusted skin beneath. He kissed the top of your collarbone, then the curve just below it, lips lingering where the lace of your bra began. His fingers tightened slightly at your sides as he held you there.

“You look so fuckin’ beautiful.”

You could hear the edge in his tone—half admiration, half possession. Proud in the way only Rafe Cameron could be. The kind of man who got off on watching the world want what he already called his.

His hands slid down, settling firmly on your ass, fingers flexing over the sheer fabric of the overskirt. He held you with the kind of hunger that never seemed to fade, the kind that implied he’d never get enough of you. His thumbs traced the line where lace met bare skin before he pulled back slightly—just enough to look at you.

And that’s when you saw it.

That look. 

The one he always got before he lost every bit of restraint he had left.

“Rafe,” you said again, more warning this time.

“Come on, baby,” he murmured, voice low and thick as his gaze dipped down your body again. “You have any idea just how good you look right now?”

And you did.

The mirror backstage had already told you everything you needed to know—every curl in place, every shimmer glittering the light. But with the way he was looking at you, like he wanted to ruin and worship you in the same breath, you weren’t sure you’d make it back to the runway the same way. 

Or at all.

His hand drifted lower, unhurried, fingertips dipping just under the place where the shimmer on your thighs gave way to white lace.

The contact made your stomach tighten.

“Rafe.” Your voice came out softer than you intended. Not nearly as firm as it should have been. “That’s a terrible idea.”

Even as you said it, your hips shifted forward on instinct, chasing the warmth of his hand. The movement was subtle, almost innocent, but he felt it.

His mouth twitched, dark and slow, like he’d just caught you in a lie.

“I don’t think you believe that,” he said quietly.

Logically, you did. You knew this was insane. You knew assistants were checking boards and counting heads. You knew your wings were probably waiting on a rack with your name clipped neatly to them.

You knew the clock was ticking.

But physically?

Yeah, you were losing that argument.

His fingers slid between your thighs before you could think better of it, pressing firmly over the thin lace at the center of your panties. Heat soaked through the fabric as he rubbed—slow at first, testing—then more deliberate. The friction landed exactly where he knew it would, your breath catching in a sharp gasp as your hands flew to his shoulders for balance.

“Shit,” you breathed, though it sounded more like a plea than a protest.

Rafe grinned, leaning in close enough for his breath to brush your lips. “I’ll be quick.”

You moaned under your breath, quiet but broken, hips rolling once into his hand before you could stop yourself. The lace was too thin, offering no real barrier, and he took advantage of that. His fingers pressed with confident precision, dragging in tight circles that made your knees weaken in your heels.

Your lips parted on a soft exhale. Already sinking. Already slipping under.

“Ten minutes,” you managed, the words barely holding together.

Rafe let out a low, rough laugh, his hand never slowing, never faltering.

“I’ll be done in seven.”

His mouth found yours again, the kiss messy and open, all teeth and breath and impatience. It left you both dragging air between the seconds you broke apart. His other hand was already at his belt, the metallic click buried under the sounds spilling from your throat.

He moved fast. He always did when wanting you tipped into something he couldn’t hold back.

You hardly processed the shift of his clothes before his hands were on your waist again. He spun you with ease, your body turning with his until your back hit the wall with a muted thud. Your robe slipped open instantly, silk falling uselessly around your arms as he caught your leg and hauled it around his hip. 

Cold air hit your skin for a second—just long enough to make you shiver—before his body closed in and erased every trace of it.

He shoved your panties to the side with one rough tug, the lace pulled tight across your thigh while he lined himself up. The head of his cock pushed through your slick in a single glide, hot and precise. He passed through you again, faster this time, the friction greedy and intentional.

“Fuck,” Rafe bit out, voice breaking against your ear. Before you could take in the word, he drove into you, one sharp thrust that sent your body up the wall.

The stretch punched through you, knocking the breath clean out of your chest. Your lips parted on instinct, but the air caught, stuck somewhere high in your throat while your body scrambled to absorb the shock of him inside you.

There was no time to adjust. He didn’t even give you the chance.

Rafe’s hips slammed into you right away, hard enough to finally shove a cry out of your mouth, fast enough that you couldn’t breathe between thrusts. He fucked you fast, brutal, sloppy, the kind of rhythm that made your body slap against the wall with each impact. Your nails tore at his shoulders as you tried to stay upright, your footing barely holding.

The faint scrape of your heel melted into the pounding bass from the runway, the opening number surging into full force. Just beyond the curtain, the whole world was shifting into motion—lights, cameras, thousands of eyes waiting just yards away—while Rafe moved like none of it existed.

He caught your mouth again, the kiss rough enough that your gloss smeared across both your lips in fast, sticky strokes. His tongue tangled with yours with the same reckless urgency as his hips, each kiss messier than the last, each one leaving you gasping against him because he wouldn’t let you breathe any other way.

His hold on you deepened, fingers slipping slightly from sweat and rhythm before tightening again, leaving glitter streaked across your thighs in messy, shimmering arcs. Each shift of his hands dragged more of it across your waist, catching in the heat between you, sticking to your skin where he braced himself. 

His touch wasn’t careful or steady. It was quick and frantic, clumsy in the way someone gets when they are fucking you too hard to think.

“You feel so fucking good,” he rasped. His forehead tipped against yours, breath shaking. “Goddamn, baby.”

Every word landed low in your stomach.

He didn’t ease up. If anything, the way you clenched around him made his thrusts rougher and faster, each one drawing a sound from you. His breath brushed against your cheek as he kept talking.

“You know what you’re about to do to them?” he said, voice thick with pride and hunger. “How good you’re gonna look out there? They have no idea what they’re about to see. No fucking clue.”

The noise that ripped from your throat was anything but pretty. Your head knocked back against the wall, your leg tightening around him so he could hit even deeper. The angle yanked another gasp out of you, high and shaking, your body jerking with every fast, relentless thrust.

He didn’t slow. Not for a breath. Not even when your legs trembled.

Your fingers clutched at his shoulders, nails digging through his jacket, while your breath came in broken little bursts, every inch of your skin tingling. Your stomach was already tightening, pleasure winding fast.

He kept talking, filth spilling out of him now, the kind he couldn’t hold back because fucking you had his mouth as wrecked as his hips.

“They’re all gonna be watching you,” he groaned, his pace snapping sharper. “Those cameras. That crowd.”

You whimpered at the thought, shoulders hitting the wall as he rocked into you. The bass from the show pounded through the space, a vibration that met his rhythm and made everything feel deeper.

“They’ll look at you and see perfection,” Rafe rasped, the words coming rough against your skin, his mouth right at your throat. “Wings and lace and that perfect little smile.”

He drove into you harder, each word demanding to be felt.

“But they won’t know what’s inside you.”

His hand tightened on your thigh, fingers flexing as he held you open. His other arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you in tight, your body pressed flush to him, like he needed you closer than skin would allow.

“You’re gonna walk down that runway with my cum still dripping inside you,” he growled. The filth of it hit you so hard your vision blurred. “Glowing for them. Full for me.”

Your moan ripped free in one raw, broken moan before you could swallow it down. It wasn’t just loud—it was desperate. A shattered sound that tasted like heat and need and something dangerously close to surrender.

He heard it—and a sharp spark lit in his eyes, making his next thrust land even harder.

“Yeah,” he breathed, his voice cracking around the word. His thrusts stayed quick, messy, like he couldn’t slow down even if he tried. “You’re gonna love it, aren’t you? Having me still inside you while you walk.”

Your breath stuttered, torn between the rhythm of his hips and the images he kept forcing into your head. You could barely think, let alone stop the way your hips tipped into his.

His mouth brushed your jaw, then your throat, his voice dropping rough.

“You’re already thinking about it. How good it’s gonna feel. How deep it’s gonna sit in you. How full you’re gonna be.” 

Your body coiled tight, every nerve on fire, every muscle drawn to the edge. His thrusts were sharp, but his words were sharper, hitting exactly where you were weakest.

“Rafe—”

He felt everything, the stumble in your breathing and the sudden, greedy squeeze that clamped around him. His hand dropped to your clit and pressed hard, grinding into you.

“Come for me,” he gritted, voice strained but certain.

He pressed his fingers tighter against your clit, circling the spot that always undid you. The touch lit you up instantly, heat shooting down your thighs and curling tight in your stomach. You felt the orgasm gather fast, too fast, your breath breaking apart as your hips bucked into his hand.

Then it hit.

A high, shattered cry ripped from your throat as heat flooded through you. Your body gripped him in ragged, desperate pulses, each one shaking your legs and shooting up your spine until you had nothing left to hold onto but him.

Rafe didn’t stop.

He held you right where you were, thrusting through every tremor, driving into you with the kind of force that made your knees threaten to give out. His breath came out in low, rough sounds, voice cracking between words.

“That’s it,” he said, his lips brushing your cheek, then your jaw, then the side of your throat. “Just like that, baby. Let me feel it. That’s my girl. So fucking good for me.”

You were still shaking when he came, still fluttering around him when he drove in deep and held there. A rough groan tore out of him as his hips pushed tight to yours, grinding just enough to empty every thick pulse inside you. He kissed you through it—messy and breathless—his mouth chasing yours even as the release shook through him.

But before it fully ended, before the last pulse of him even settled, he was already moving.

He slipped out with a low curse, the warmth he left inside you shifting faintly as he tucked himself back into his pants, breath still uneven. The air clung hot around you while your back stayed pressed to the wall, your heartbeat punching at your ribs like it needed more space than your body could give it.

Under the low backstage lights, your skin shimmered faintly, the glow in your cheeks matched only by the smear of gloss at the corner of your mouth.

Rafe reached for it without a word.

His fingers were unexpectedly gentle as he swept the smudge away with his thumb. Then he moved down your shoulder, hooking a finger under the fallen silk strap and guiding it back into place. His hand lingered for a second, warm on your skin, before he adjusted the delicate ruffle skirt around your hips, smoothing the fabric with a slow drag of his palm.

He finished with your bra, a firm tug to straighten the lace. A small correction, but the way he did it made heat coil low in your stomach again. Like he was putting you back together just enough to make sure the rest of the world still didn’t get the full show. Only him.

Your lips parted, ready to say something, but he beat you to it.

He leaned in and kissed you once more, slower now, deep and unhurried, a contrast to all the heat that came before it. His mouth moved against yours like he wanted this part to last.

Then he stepped back.

His eyes dragged over you again, slow and claiming, as if he needed to lock the image away before letting you walk out there. 

That smirk of his returned when he met your gaze. Smug. Warm. Completely unapologetic for everything he’d just done.

Then—

“I’ll see you out there,” he said, turning it into something private, something that sat low between your ribs.

And just like that, he was gone—leaving you slumped against the wall, legs weak, lips swollen, your skin still glinting with a sheen that had nothing to do with body oil.

From somewhere ahead, the music thickened, bass vibrating through the floor beneath your heels. A stage manager called out a name sharp and urgent. The distant roar of the crowd bled faintly through concrete and curtain, a living thing waiting to devour the next angel in line.

You pushed off the wall, smoothing your robe and checking the lace at your hips one last time before heading back. The satin whispered around your legs as you walked, your fingers grazing over shimmered skin, making sure everything sat exactly as it should.

Somehow, you made it with minutes to spare, and instantly the chaos reclaimed you.

Stylists darted past calling out last-minute changes. Someone adjusted a rhinestone strap with frantic precision. Glitter floated in the air while the hum of blow dryers, shouted cues, and nervous laughter blurred into one steady rush.

Before you could fully reorient, your coordinator was at your side, clipboard pressed to her chest.

“Where were you?” she asked sharply.

You opened your mouth to answer—

But your name rang out instead, sparing you the explanation.

You turned just in time for an assistant to slip the robe from your shoulders in one smooth motion. Cool air kissed your skin. The white lace and shimmer caught the light fully now, luminous and precise.

The wings came next.

They were lifted carefully and settled onto your shoulders, the harness tightened until it hugged your ribs, secure and grounding. The feathers brushed against your arms, soft and powerful all at once. Another set of hands adjusted the base, aligning them so they framed you perfectly.

“You’re all set, Angel,” the assistant said, stepping back to check the silhouette one last time.

You nodded, offering a smile that felt steady even if your pulse was anything but.

Suddenly, it was happening. 

The lights shifted overhead, brightening, sharpening. A stagehand brushed a final sweep of gloss across your lips. Another hand dusted shimmer along your collarbone. The bass deepened, rolling through the floor and up your spine, syncing with your heartbeat.

Your cue came, subtle but electric.

You rolled your shoulders back beneath the wings and stepped forward, crossing into the light as the runway opened beneath your heels.

The roar hit you first, a wave of sound that swallowed everything else. Around the room, cameras flashed in rapid bursts while the music thundered through the speakers, and all at once you were every inch of what they expected—

Grace.

Beauty.

Perfection.

No one looking at you would ever know what had happened minutes before. No one would guess that your body still trembled faintly beneath the wings and lace. You walked like nothing touched you, like your world existed only in this stretch of light and adoration.

The moment your eyes flicked toward the crowd, you saw him. Front row, exactly where you knew he’d be.

He wasn’t subtle—he never had been. Rafe leaned forward, pressed two fingers to his mouth, and let out a piercing whistle that sliced through the roar of the room. A slow grin tugged at his lips as his gaze dragged over you without shame, lingering where lace met skin, where the light kissed every inch he’d already touched.

You held his stare for a heartbeat longer than necessary, your lips curving into something just for him before turning back to the runway, hips swaying with purpose.

That earned you another sound from him, louder this time, rising above the music and applause just long enough for you to feel it.

To the world, this was just another runway. Another walk under the lights. Another angel gliding down the stage with effortless grace.

But for you, it was the aftermath of him.

Every shimmer on your skin, every swing of your hips, every step down that stage still carried his touch. You could still feel him inside you, the warmth of him settling deep with every careful stride.

And he was right.

You loved every second of it.

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