A Little Sugar 🍰 | Predatory!Rafe x Bimbo!Reader. ♡ FEM READER
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Warnings: Airhead reader, squirting, degradation, missionary, cowgirl & face slapping.
Note: I don't have anything particularly special to say, but this job took me a while.
You were in the kitchen, humming some pop song while mixing the batter for a chocolate cake. The ruffled pink apron was perfectly tied around your waist, and the smell of cocoa was already beginning to make the room sweet. To you, there was nothing more important in the world at that moment than that dessert. The problem was when you reached for the glass jar on the shelf and realized, with a small pout of frustration, that it was empty. There was no sugar. And a cake without sugar was... well, you couldn't even process something so horrible.
Since it was late and you didn't want to drive to the market, the solution flashed in your mind with the simplicity of a child: ask the neighbor. And the closest neighbor, conveniently, was Rafe Cameron.
Your friends always said that Rafe was unstable, dangerous, or "kind of crazy," but you never understood why. To you, he was always so helpful, always opening the door or giving that lopsided smile that made your cheeks burn. He was a sweetie, you thought, completely ignoring any red flags.
You abandoned the apron on the counter, fixed your hair in the reflection of the refrigerator, and left the house. Your high heels clicked against the pavement of the Camerons' porch, a rhythmic and loud sound that announced your arrival even before you rang the doorbell.
Inside, Rafe was sprawled on the living room sofa, enjoying the rare silence of the empty house. When the insistent knocking echoed, he let out a low growl.
"What a pain," he muttered, standing up with heavy steps. He had no patience for any of Sarah's drama or his father's lectures, but upon opening the door, his predatory and irritated expression crumbled instantly.
There you were, with that naive look and a bright smile that seemed out of place at that hour of the night.
"What are you doing here, sweetie?" Rafe asked, his voice softening but still heavy with intense curiosity. He leaned his body against the doorframe, his blue eyes sweeping you from top to bottom, probably thinking you were looking for his sister.
You put your hands behind your back, rocking your body back and forth on your heels, overflowing with that innocence that always left him disarmed.
"I came to ask for a little sugar," you said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world to knock on a rich man's door at ten at night to ask for ingredients.
Rafe let out a nasal breath, a mixture of incredulous laughter and fascination. "Sugar..." he repeated, the word sounding almost like a joke in his mouth. "Sure. Come in, I can get it for you."
He stepped aside, making room with exaggerated courtesy, but the look he fixed on your back as you passed him was not "nice" at all. Rafe closed the door with a dull click, locking the world outside. To him, that jar of sugar was the most delicious pretext fate had ever dropped in his lap to finally have you alone, exactly where he wanted you.
You followed him down the hallway, watching the movement of his shoulders, having no idea that sugar was the last thing Rafe Cameron intended to give you that night.
Rafe walked to the kitchen with a casualness that hid the fact that he barely knew where the water filter in that house was. His daily life was a succession of alcohol-fueled parties and lines of powder in nightclub bathrooms; the Cameron kitchen was foreign territory to him. He opened the upper cabinet doors with a certain impatience, looking for any glass jar that contained the white powder you wanted so much, although, in his mind, the term "white powder" usually had a very different meaning.
"So, what do you need so much sugar for, anyway?" Rafe tossed the subject into the air, his voice dragging as he dodged a set of Rose’s porcelain.
"I was making a cake," you replied with that simplicity of yours that always left him disarmed.
Rafe let out a short laugh, a raspy sound of someone who found your existence a fascinating anomaly. "Yeah, that’s just like you."
You just tilted your head, not catching his affectionate tone of mockery, and waited. He finally found a heavy jar and placed it on the marble counter with a dry snap. "Well, there it is."
He crossed his arms over his chest, watching you approach to take the jar. A gentle and genuine smile lit up your face as you thanked him. "Thanks, Rafe. I’ll return it full tomorrow, I promise."
He just shook his head, his hands now sliding into his pants pockets. Sugar was the last thing that mattered to him, but seeing you there, in his kitchen, under the soft light of the recessed lamps, was a visual feast he wasn't ready to end.
"Wait a second... why not leave that cake for later? It’s not going to run away," he said, stepping out from behind the counter and shortening the distance between you with slow, predatory steps. "You know, company in the middle of the night is good. I’ve been feeling a bit... bored."
His voice came out in a serene tone, almost sweet, faking an ingenuity that matched yours, but his blue eyes shone with an intention you couldn't read. He seemed like just a lonely neighbor wanting to talk.
You stared at him for a moment, processing the invitation with that mind of yours that never saw malice in anything. "Oh, alright. I can stay for a bit. The cake can wait in the turned-off oven."
Rafe gave a lopsided smile, satisfied with the ease with which you yielded. He reached out, lightly touching your shoulder to guide you back to the living room, feeling the heat of your skin and already planning how to turn that "bit" into an entire night from which you would leave much more than just sweet.
Rafe settled into the expensive upholstery, throwing his body back with a dangerous ease, his legs spread wide, occupying almost half the space. He gave two slow taps on the seat right next to him, a silent invitation that you accepted without hesitation, sinking into the softness of the sofa.
You crossed your legs slowly, starting that rhythmic rocking with your feet that always caught his attention. Rafe couldn't help his gaze dropping to your heels; they were cute, delicate, and seemed totally improper for an "emergency mission" for sugar, which only made everything funnier and more exciting in his head.
The TV in front displayed the pause screen of some shooting game, the vibrant colors reflecting in the lenses of his eyes. With a quick flick of the controller, he turned the device off, leaving the room plunged only in the soft light of the lamps and the sound of your breathing.
"So, sweetie..." he began, turning his face to you and resting his arm on the back of the sofa, surrounding your space in a way that you, in your naivety, thought was just attentive. "Tell me more about this cake. Do you always cook, or only when you decide to show up at my door late at night?"
He gave a lopsided smile, his voice heavy with a malice he was struggling to keep under control, while his fingers drummed lightly on the leather of the sofa, dangerously close to your shoulder. Rafe loved how you seemed to be in a rose-colored world, while he was there, counting the seconds to see how far your "kindness" would let him go.
"No, it's nothing like that!" You laughed, shaking your head in a cute way. "Actually, I'm a disaster in the kitchen. I just felt like eating something sweet and thought a cake would be easy. But then the sugar vanished and... well, now I'm here."
Rafe let out a nasal laugh, the sound vibrating low in his chest as he watched you with that intensity that seemed to pierce through you. He leaned his body toward you, closing the space on the sofa until his knee brushed against your thigh, in a way that seemed too natural to be by chance.
"There are more interesting things you could be doing, you know?" He said in a voice that dropped to a heavy whisper.
Rafe rested his arm on the back of the sofa, surrounding you, while his blue eyes slowly descended to your mouth before returning to yours. There was a heavy malice there, a second intention he no longer bothered to hide, but which in your head seemed like just a very deep curiosity of his.
"You know, sweetie... there are much tastier things I can show you." He continued, his fingers now lightly brushing your nape, a warm touch that made your skin crawl instantly.
He gave that crooked smile, watching your reaction with predatory patience, waiting to see if you were going to understand the silent invitation or if he would have to be even more explicit with that little head of yours that only thought about sweets. For Rafe, the game was just beginning, and he was loving how vulnerable you looked sitting there, so close to him.
You tilted your head, blinking your long lashes with an expression of pure confusion, and let out a nasal giggle. "What, Rafe? What things?"
For a second, he wondered if you were playing with him or if you were really as stupid as you seemed; in the end, he decided it didn't matter, because he loved the emptiness of that expression of yours. Rafe slid his hand down your thigh, his thumb rubbing the fabric in slow, circular motions, while a cynical and predatory smile played at the corner of his lips.
"Let's play a game," he said bluntly, his voice getting raspier with every word.
"What game?" You looked at him expectantly, your eyes shining as if he were about to suggest a board game or something innocent.
"It's one that will make me very, very happy," he murmured, bringing his face close to yours until you could feel his breath on your cheek. "I can show you, but only if you promise to stay very quiet and do everything I tell you."
Rafe felt an almost animalistic impulse run through his body; your docility was the perfect fuel for his madness. Your doe eyes shone with the idea of a shared secret, and you didn't hesitate.
"Show me..." you asked, your voice sweet and eager. You uncrossed your legs slowly and snuggled even further into his space, giving small hops of excitement on the sofa that made his entire body tense.
Rafe let out a low laugh, almost a growl of satisfaction, while his hand moved from your thigh to your waist, squeezing the flesh there with a strength that was no longer that of a nice neighbor. He was loving how you surrendered without question, ready to be his new favorite toy.
Rafe wasted no time. The facade of the helpful neighbor crumbled in a second, giving way to the pervert he had always been. He leaned in even further, his warm breath now hitting directly against your ear, while the hand on your waist squeezed the fabric with a possessive urgency.
"Ever held a cock before, sweetie?"
The question was a dry, direct blow, as if he wanted to shatter whatever remained of your good-girl aura. Rafe didn't want to beat around the bush; he wanted to see your reaction, wanted to see the shock and desire fighting on that doll face of yours.
You remained silent for a few seconds, processing the word he used with such naturalness. The weight of the question made you bite your lower lip, a shy and hesitant gesture that made Rafe gasp audibly, his eyes fixed on the pressure of your teeth against the pink flesh of your mouth.
"Only once..." you whispered, your voice coming out almost like a breath of confession.
That was music to his ears. A slow, predatory smile spread across Rafe's face, his blue eyes shining with a sickly satisfaction. Only once? Almost pure. The idea that you barely knew what you were doing, that only one guy had gotten close to you, was the fuel his obsession was missing.
"Interesting..." he murmured, his voice vibrating in a way you felt in your stomach. "So you're almost a beginner, aren't you? A waste."
He slid his hand from your waist to your hand, interlocking his fingers with yours and slowly guiding them toward the rigid bulge that now deformed his pants.
"Let Rafe teach you how it's really done, sweetie..."
You made a dramatic pout, your shaped eyebrows rising in an expression of pure existential doubt, as if you were trying to solve a very difficult division problem. Rafe was so handsome, his jaw was so defined, and he smelled so good... you simply couldn't say no to him.
"Oh, Rafe... I don't remember the last time I did this," you murmured with a whiny voice, almost in a whisper, as you slowly blinked your long lashes. "Just be patient, okay?"
You brought your free hand to your hair, twirling a strand around your finger with genuine distraction, while the other hand, guided by him, felt the absurd heat emanating from under his jeans.
Rafe let out a low growl, his patience hanging by a thread, but the way you looked at him as if he were the master of the world and you just a doll wanting to play drove him completely frantic. He loved how futile you were, how your only concern seemed to be not smudging your gloss while admitting you didn't know what to do with him.
"Patient?" He repeated, his voice raspy and dangerous, as he pressed your palm against the rigidity of his pants. "I can try, sweetie. But if you forget what I teach you today... I'll have to punish you later, understand?"
You gave a silly giggle, finding the idea of a "punishment" fun, not noticing the obsessive gleam in his eyes. "Punishment? Like making me go without painting my nails for a week?" you asked, tilting your head and letting a bit of saliva glisten on your lower lip, making Rafe completely lose the rest of his remaining sanity.
He was now sitting on the edge of the bed, his back straight and his jaw locked while you rode him. Rafe grabbed your ass with brute force, his nails digging into the soft flesh of your buttocks without any delicacy. He pulled you down violently, forcing every inch of that throbbing thickness inside you, stretching your walls to the limit of what was bearable.
"You're... too big..." You gasped, your voice coming out in a sharp whimper, your cheeks burning a sinful red as you felt his cock collide against your cervix with every downward stroke.
"Take it all, you little bitch," Rafe growled against your neck, his voice so raspy it sounded like thunder. "Swallow every inch of this cock and don't stop. I want to feel you tearing this pussy."
He didn't let you dictate the pace. His hands were like iron clamps on your hips, pounding you against him with a sickly urgency. The sound of flesh hitting hard was the only thing filling the room, a wet and visceral slap that accompanied your tearful moans. You squeezed his shoulders, your nails digging into his sweaty skin, trying to find some balance while your pussy pulsed and squeezed his member in desperate spasms.
You felt tiny under his control, a doll being used to the limit. The pain stung, but the pleasure was an electric shock that fried the little reasoning you had left.
"That's it... bounce on my cock like the whore you are," he hissed, his blue eyes glazed at the way your breasts bounced and how your mouth hung open, drooling with pleasure.
Rafe gave an upward thrust and you let out a muffled scream, feeling his cock fill every vacuum of your body.
Rafe had no patience for delicacies. With an animal growl, he shoved his hand under your hip and grabbed the thin fabric of your pink panties. The sound of the spandex snapping was dry and violent; the fabric that covered your intimacy was now nothing more than useless rags tossed aside.
He didn't wait for you to process the shock. Rafe began to fuck you from the bottom up, his hips powering every thrust with a brute force that made your spine arch. He went deeper and deeper, seeking the bottom of your womb with every blow, wanting to mark his territory inside you in the most visceral way possible.
Your eyes rolled back, your pupils disappearing under heavy lids while that "butterflies in the stomach" feeling turned into a hurricane of pure electricity. You moaned like a sweet little girl, a high-pitched and needy sound that contrasted with the rawness of his movements.
"That's it... cry for me, sweetie," Rafe hissed through gritted teeth, his voice breaking from the effort as he buried you against the mattress with every upward thrust. "Feel the size of this? Feel how I'm finishing you off?"
He hit deep, with no rhythm for romance, just dry and wet thrusts that made a slap echo through the room. His hand moved up to your neck, squeezing lightly to keep you fixed while the thick cock continued the work of opening you in half. You were completely surrendered, feeling every inch of that rigid invasion transform your mind into a sweaty blur, where the only thing that mattered was the weight of his cock.
You tried to tilt your hips, seeking that whiny grind you thought you knew how to do, but Rafe didn't give you the slightest chance. His body was a wall of tense muscle and he kept you pinned, his hands like shackles of flesh on your hips, dictating a rhythm that had nothing to do with dancing and everything to do with dominance. He pounded you from the bottom up with a force that made your vision blur, each brute thrust tossing you upward only for him to pull you back to the axis of his thick cock.
Rafe let out a raspy groan, a sound heavy with excited irritation when he felt your attempt at control. "I told you to stay quiet," he hissed between his teeth, his voice vibrating with a dark authority.
Before you could process the command, his hand moved like lightning. The crack of the slap on your face echoed through the room, dry and humiliating. Your head snapped to the side and the heat of the mark of his fingers began to sting instantly on your fair skin, leaving a bright red trail on your doll cheek.
You let out a tearful murmur, a sound of pain and surprise that died in your throat as you felt the next thrust come even deeper, as if he wanted to punish your insolence through your pussy.
"That's it... focus on the pain, sweetie," he growled, his warm breath now against your stinging cheek. "Forget how to move and focus on how I'm opening you in half. You're mine now, understand?"
He continued to fuck you with visceral rawness, ignoring your tears of pleasure and pain, delighting in the way you trembled and cringed at every blow. For Rafe, there was nothing more addictive than seeing that red mark on your face while you were being filled.
Your voice came out in a thin thread, a high-pitched lament that got lost between the sound of flesh colliding with force. Tears of pleasure and pain began to overflow, tracing warm paths down your cheeks, one of them still pulsing with the heat of the slap he had just given you. You felt tiny, helpless under his dominance, your hands squeezing Rafe's broad shoulders in a silent plea for a truce.
"Rafe... slow... please..." you begged, your voice failing as you felt his thick cock hit the bottom of your womb with cruel precision.
Rafe let out a dark laugh, a sound that vibrated directly against your sweaty skin. Instead of answering your plea, he dug his hands even harder into your hips, his fingers leaving instant purple marks on your fair skin. He pulled you down with a jolt, making you swallow the rest of your request with a muffled scream.
"Slow?" he repeated, his voice heavy with excited scorn. "You come to my house late at night, with this smell of candy and this face like you don't know anything, and now you want me to go slow?"
He gave another thrust, this one so deep you felt your stomach turn in a wave of electric shock. Rafe tilted his head, his blue eyes flashing with a possessive madness as he watched your expression of agony and ecstasy.
"I'm going to stretch you out completely until you forget how to speak," he hissed, his warm breath now against your parted lips. "Forget 'slow'. You're going to take every inch of this cock until I decide you've had enough."
He accelerated the pace, transforming the thrusts into rhythmic and brutal blows that made your head bounce. You could no longer form words, just disconnected and whiny moans that fed his sickly ego. To Rafe, seeing you crying and trembling while being filled by him was the only sugar he needed to feel alive.
Rafe didn't give you time to breathe. In a sudden and possessive movement, he flipped you over to face the mattress, the weight of his body crushing you against the expensive sheets without the cock leaving you for a single second. The friction of that turn made you let out a sharp yelp, feeling his thickness scrape your internal walls in a way that made you see stars.
He pinned your wrists above your head with a single hand, acting like a gag of flesh and bone as he settled between your legs. In the missionary position, the contact was total; his sweaty chest pressed against yours, and Rafe's blue eyes were fixed on yours, burning with a maniacal intensity.
"Look at me, sweetie," he growled, his voice vibrating directly against your sternum as he withdrew almost the entire length to thrust into you with a force that made the bed hit the wall.
Your legs, acting on a purely animal and needy instinct, wrapped around his hips automatically, trapping him against you. You closed your eyes tight, your head sinking into the pillow as you felt every inch of that rhythmic and deep invasion. Rafe wasn't just fucking you; he was claiming you, every thrust was a dry blow that echoed in the silence of the room, turning your moans into whiny and disconnected whimpers.
"That's it... squeeze Rafey with that little sugar pussy," he hissed through gritted teeth, sweat dripping from his face onto your neck.
He accelerated, the blows getting shorter and more visceral, focused only on pushing you to the limit. You felt your stomach turn with the pressure, the butterflies from before were now electric discharges that made your toes curl inside the heels you were still wearing. Rafe roared low, burying his face in your neck and biting the skin there while pounding you with urgency, determined to come so deep you'd never be able to get the taste of him out of you.
Rafe let out a raspy, dark laugh when he felt your well-manicured nails tear the skin of his back. The sting of the cuts only served to further fuel the madness shining in those blue eyes. He loved the contrast: you, the perfect little girl, now had a red face, messy hair against the pillow, and a dirty mouth.
"Fuck, Rafe!" you screamed, your voice failing from the effort, the curses coming out between moans that echoed throughout the room.
"Look at that, she curses..." he hissed, finding it the funniest thing in the world to see you totally out of your mind.
"Where are your manners, huh? Where did all that sweetness go?"
He didn't slow down; on the contrary, the thrusts got even deeper and more heartless. Rafe pinned you against the mattress with his body weight, delighting in the sound of your screams. You no longer cared if Sarah or Ward could hear from across the hall; pleasure was a fire that had consumed any trace of your "shyness."
"Scream real loud so I can be sure you won't forget who's fucking you like this."
He gave a jolt, his hips hitting yours with a dry and wet slap, feeling your pussy squeeze his cock in waves of pure desperation. Rafe was loving every second of seeing you transformed.
Pleasure reached a peak your brain could no longer process. You locked your entire body, your toes curling inside your heels, and let out a sharp scream that died in a gasp of pure ecstasy. Rafe felt the crushing pressure of your pussy against his cock, a rhythmic and desperate squeeze that made him growl with satisfaction.
He stopped for a second, savoring the way you trembled under him, and then pulled his cock out slowly, a wet suction sound echoing in the room. The moment the head of his cock left your entrance, the recoil was inevitable: you squirted hard, a warm, clear jet that soaked his abdomen and drenched the expensive Cameron mattress beneath you.
Rafe let out a nasal, dirty laugh, his blue eyes shining at the sight of the dark stain spreading across the sheet. "Look at what you did, sweetie... what a delicious mess."
He didn't give you time to catch your breath. Without any warning, he pushed his cock back in, sliding in with absurd ease now that you were overflowing. With every brute thrust he gave, more liquid ran between your legs, wetting his thighs and making a splashing sound that left the room with a heavy smell of sex and lust.
"The more I fuck you, the more you melt, don't you?" Rafe hissed, his voice heavy with visceral malice as he pounded you with a force that made the liquid jump out. "Damn, you're coming so good."
He accelerated again, his hips slamming violently against yours, ignoring the fact that the mattress was soaked. To Rafe, seeing you slumped, eyes rolling, and gushing honey with every blow of his, was the final proof that he had broken you in the best way possible.
Rafe locked his jaw, the tendons in his neck bulging as he saw the mess you were making on his sheet. The vision of you squirting, completely surrendered and in thermal shock of pleasure, was the final trigger. He let out a low growl, almost a whimper of pain from being so excited, feeling his own pulse hammer in the head of his cock.
"Fuck, you're going to make me... now!" he hissed, his voice breaking as he felt the walls of your pussy signal the final squeeze, sucking him as if it wanted to tear his soul out through his cock.
He tilted his body even further forward, crushing your breasts against his sweaty chest, eliminating every millimeter of air that still remained between you. Rafe dove into short, fast, and desperate thrusts, ignoring the loud splashing sound the liquid made between your thighs. He was drenching you and you were giving it back double, a warm moisture that lubricated the friction and made everything even more visceral.
His blue eyes were fixed on yours, dilated in a maniacal way, as he felt the pressure rise. He grabbed your arms with brute force, keeping you fixed in place for the final impact.
"I'm going to come in this pussy!"
With a roar that echoed off the bedroom walls, Rafe gave one last thrust, burying himself so deep he seemed to want to go through your body. He locked inside, his body having violent spasms as he poured jets and more jets of a warm, thick come deep inside your womb, mixing his honey with your mess, in an explosion that left you both trembling and breathless on the soaked mattress.
rafe taking care of drunk!reader after a long girls nights out
rafe was not supposed to be involved tonight.
it was a girls’ night. very clearly stated. very firmly emphasized. and yet his phone lights up at 1:17 a.m.
you calling.
he frowns immediately, already sitting up in bed. he answers on the first ring. “hey—?”
“raaaafe,” you slur, and he’s on his feet instantly.
“…okay,” he says, running a hand through his hair, already grabbing his keys. “where are you?”
you giggle. giggle. “outside… the place… with the lights. and the music. and—oh! there’s fries.”
he closes his eyes briefly.
“yeah, that narrows it down real nice, baby.”
in the background, he hears your friends talking over each other.
“wait—give me the phone—no, i got it—”
then one of them comes through clearer. “hi, um—she’s okay! just… very drunk. we’re outside the bar on—”
rafe’s already moving. “i’m on my way.”
ten minutes later, he pulls up, and it takes him exactly two seconds to spot you.
you’re sitting on the curb, heels kicked off somewhere, head tilted back, laughing at absolutely nothing.
his chest does a weird mix of relief and oh my god. he steps out of the car, locking it quickly. “hey.”
your head snaps toward him. “RAFE!”
you light up like he just hung the moon.
and then you’re scrambling u p— very unsteadily like a baby deer — and stumbling straight into him. he catches you immediately. “whoa—hey, easy,” he murmurs, hands firm on your waist as you basically collapse into his chest.
“you came,” you mumble into his shirt, arms wrapping around him like you’re afraid he might disappear.
his expression softens instantly.
“yeah,” he says quietly. “course i did.”
your friends hover nearby, watching with very knowing looks. one of them snorts softly. “she’s been talking about you for, like… two hours.”
you groan. “no i haven’t —”
“you have,” another cuts in. “it’s been rafe this, rafe that—”
“okay,” rafe interrupts, but he’s smiling a little, ducking his head as he looks down at you. “that so?”
you hide your face in his chest. “they’re lying.”
“mm,” he hums. “sure.”
he thanks your friends quickly, promises he’s got you, and then it’s just him and you. well, mostly him holding you up.“c’mon,” he says gently. “let’s get you in the car.”
“don’t wanna walk,” you mumble.
“yeah, i figured.”
before you can protest, he scoops you up. ull-on. one arm under your knees, the other around your back. you squeak, then immediately cling to him.
“rafe!”
“relax,” he mutters, but there’s no heat in it. “i’ve got you.”
you bury your face in his neck, giggling again. “you’re strong.”
“yeah?” he glances down at you. “you just noticing that now?”
“mmhm.”
he shakes his head, smiling despite himself as he sets you carefully into the passenger seat, buckling you in because you’re definitely not doing it yourself.
you watch him the whole time. like he’s fascinating. like he’s everything. he is.
the drive is… an experience.
you ramble. about your friends, about the music, about how the bathroom attendant “felt like a fairy,” about how much you love fries.
and then— “i love you.”
it just slips out. rafe’s hands tighten slightly on the steering wheel. he glances at you. “you’re drunk,” he says quietly.
“i know,” you nod, very seriously. “…okay? but i still love you.”
his jaw ticks. he looks back at the road. doesn’t answer right away. “we’ll talk about it tomorrow, yeah?”
you pout, but a second later you’re distracted again by something outside the window.
he exhales slowly.
back at his place, getting you inside is…a process.
“shoes,” he says, crouching in front of you.
“no.”
“yes.”
“noooo.”
he raises a brow. “you wanna sleep in them?”
you think about it. “no.”
“yeah,” he mutters. “that’s what i thought.”
he gently slips them off, setting them aside, then stands and takes your face in his hands for a second. “stay,” he says.
“kay.”
you do not stay. you wobble after him immediately. he catches you (again). “you are not making this easy,” he says, but his hands are steady, careful, guiding you.
“you love me,” you sing.
he pauses. just for a second. then softer, almost under his breath “yeah.”
you don’t even register it. he gets you changed into one of his t-shirts, turns his head respectfully when needed but still helping when you get tangled and confused. he hands you water. you take one sip.
“more,” he insists.
“no.”
“yes.”
you glare at him. he stares back and so you take another sip.
“good,” he murmurs.
he wipes smudged makeup from under your eyes with a damp cloth, movements surprisingly gentle for someone like him.
“hold still,” he says quietly.
you do his time because it’s him. eventually, he gets you into bed. you flop down dramatically.
“rafeee.”
“yeah?”
you reach for him with grabby hands. “cuddle.”
he huffs out a soft laugh. “yeah, alright.”
he climbs in beside you, and you immediately latch onto him, arms wrapping around his middle, leg thrown over his. he freezes for half a second then relaxes. his arm comes around you, pulling you in properly, hand resting on your back. you sigh, content.
“feel weird,” you mumble.
“i know,” he says softly, thumb tracing slow circles against you. “it’ll pass. just sleep.”
you nuzzle into his chest. “don’t leave.”
his grip tightens just slightly. “not going anywhere.”
you hum, already drifting off. “love you,” you whisper again, sleepier this time.
he looks down at you. really looks. his hand comes up to brush your hair away from your face. “yeah,” he murmurs. then, quieter: “i know.”
he presses a soft kiss to your forehead, holding you a little closer as your breathing evens out. and he stays exactly like that, awake a while longer, just making sure you’re okay, before finally letting himself drift off too, still wrapped around you like you might disappear if he lets go.
c/w .ᐟ.ᐟ language, pet names, reader was in a situationship with jj, toxic frat!jj, rafe’s a d1 yearner, choking, shower oral (m. receiving), first-time protected p in v, jealousy, possessiveness, praise + exhibitionism
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You catch yourself smiling at your phone and immediately roll over, pressing your face into your pillow like that is going to erase it. Your cheeks are warm, and you hate it.
You did not want to do this. You wanted a minute to be by yourself and reset, not get pulled into something else the second things ended.
The worst part is that it’s working. He’s charming you without even trying, and you can feel it happening in real time, which only makes you more annoyed with yourself.
You pause for a second, reading his message again, because he is not even trying to hide it. He’s being direct about what he wants, and somehow that feels more comforting than anything else.
You’ve always had a thing for Rafe Cameron, even when you tried to ignore it. JJ never treated this like it was something real, and now you know why. He was hooking up with one of your sorority sisters the entire time and still acting like you were supposed to be okay with it.
It is nice to finally feel wanted, especially by Rafe.
The knock barely lands before you’re flinging the door open, breathless and excited. Your pulse jumps the second you see him—the man flushed and grinning, his hand still lifted mid-knock.
You don’t even say hello. Grabbing the front of his shirt instead, you drag him to your lips. Rafe’s big arms wrap around you in one smooth motion as he lifts you clean off your feet. Your legs hook around his waist as his mouth crashes into yours, stealing your breath as you kiss him for the very first time—riding high off the feeling that you’ve been waiting for this exact moment longer than you ever let yourself admit.
The kiss is messy and deep, all tongue and heat, breathless laughter whispering in the spaces between as he carries you inside, kicking the door shut behind him with his heel.
“Fuck,” he murmurs as he breaks the kiss, reaching for breath, his voice low and thick.
He turns and presses your back against the wall, his body settling against yours with a heavy weight that makes your breath catch as your spine meets it. His mouth drags along your jaw before finding your lips again, teasing you with a kiss before drawing back ever so slightly, leaving you chasing his lips.
“You sure?” He whispers.
“I need it,” you breathe back, the words coming out soft and breathless against his mouth. “I need you.”
He takes his turn smiling into the kiss, sending chills down your spine, cocky and stunned all at once. He dips in again, kissing you slower this time, deep enough to make your head spin and everything else fall away.
“Need it, huh?” He mumbles. “Need what?”
“You,” you breathe. He lets out a low laugh against your skin before he sets you to your feet, your body still pinned against the wall, his rough hand cupping your cheek as the other holds you close, kissing you again.
“Still need that shower?” He murmurs into the kiss.
“Mhmm,” you answer softly. “Do you?”
“You kiddin’ me?” He says as his hand wraps around your waist, the other gripping your ass, pulling you off the floor, into his arms again.
Your head swims as you kiss your way to the bathroom; your body melting into him, legs wrapping around his waist. Light spills in from the bedroom, leaving the bathroom half-lit.
He sets you down on the edge of the countertop, the cool top sending shivers up your spine as your upper thighs press on top of it. Rafe presses in closer, widening your thighs, looking down at the slight space between you—the soft fabric of your shorts shifting just enough to give him a teasing glimpse underneath.
He shakes off his jacket, his clothes falling with a thud to the floor. Your hands skate around his waist while your tongue sweeps along his, your fingers curling into the hem of his shirt as you pull him closer.
He tugs the shirt over his head in one smooth motion, already leaning back toward you, chain swinging between you. You hum a satisfied sound against your kiss; your fingers tracing down every dip and line of his cut abs, sliding lower, teasing the skin just under his waistband, leaving him yanking at his belt for more.
His pants drop to the floor, the belt clattering as your hands reach for him. Your fingers rake up into his hair, pulling him back into another kiss, deeper this time, and the two of you move toward the shower.
Rafe pushes open the glass shower door, twisting the knob, sending water hissing out of the head, pattering onto the floor. His cock presses heavy against his briefs, long and thick, his tip weeping against the thin fabric.
His hands move over your body, dragging up your thighs, bunching the material in his fists, before drifting up your back. He smiles as he brushes the satin straps off your shoulders.
He exhales as your set falls off your body, leaving you in next to nothing—lace hugging the swells of your breasts, his thumbs quickly hooking and snapping your panties teasingly against your hips.
“Look at you, huh?” He murmurs, smiling when your arms wrap around his neck. He tilts down, kissing you as the steam starts to rise around you, the heavy heat and moisture clinging to your skin and his.
He tugs at your panties—caught on the discarded clothes on the floor, his greedy hands pinching the clasp of your bra, undoing that as well.
There’s a split second where he just looks at you like he can’t believe you’re actually standing there letting him this close. “You fuckin’ kidding me?” He mutters hungrily under his breath, helping you hastily as you reach for the band of his boxers, pulling them down his strong thighs.
You look down, the two of you watching as your fingers curl around his long, thick dick. The ridges of his abs cut more as you stroke, letting his messy tip brush against your warm skin, dangerously close to your clit—close enough that he could scoop you up and take what he wants, but you can tell he’s holding back.
“Stop teasin’ me,” he mumbles, through the thick air between you, the corners of his lips curving into a smile, contrasting his dark words.
His hand wraps around the back of your neck, pulling you toward the shower and into his lips as you stumble past the glass. You gasp when the water hits your skin, whimper into his mouth when he backs you into the tile.
“You gotta stop me,” he mutters, his voice rough and deep.
His breath catches the moment your hand moves between you again; fingers closing around him as you smile.
“Goddamn,” he moans, the sound echoing around you before his forehead drops, resting against yours.
“Let me make you feel good, Rafe,” you whisper, unable to see his lips for how close you are but you can hear how his breathing quickens, the hold on your body tightening.
“Anything—Do anything you want to me,” he breathes as your lips kiss down his neck, brushing over his collarbone, his chain cool against your lips as your hands follow the water down his body.
It hits you all at once, somewhere between your hands on him and the heat of the water—how easy this feels, how right, like you skipped all the parts that were supposed to be complicated and landed exactly where you wanted to be.
You follow the line of his stomach, your tongue tracing lightly over his skin as you sink to your knees in front of him. Water wicks off your lashes when you look up at him.
“Fuck…” He murmurs; head tipping back against the tile as the water runs through his hair and down over his broad shoulders.
You look up at him through the rising steam, watching as his jaw tightens the moment your hands settle on his thighs, nails tracing over his skin, his body going tense when your mouth hovers close enough for him to feel your breath.
You press a slow kiss to one hip and then the other, his hands flexing uselessly at his sides while he watches you. And you just know if you were his, he’d be putting you right where he needs you—just a fantasy for another night.
“You’re really gonna do this?” He asks needily, words trailing off when you press a kiss on his tip, swirling your tongue around the fat head of his cock. His hips twitch forward before he can stop them, one of his hands coming to rest at the back of your head, holding you there, urging you forward as his eyes roll back.
You hum softly around him as your hand moves over him, the sounds of his pleasure running straight through you, and you haven't even taken more than the tip. His head lolls back against the bathroom wall while his hips push forward at a steady pace, getting deeper and deeper as your tongue toys with him.
“Oh my God,” he breathes, dragging a hand over his face like he’s trying to pull himself together. “Fuck, baby, I…”
You let out a quiet laugh against him as the words die on his tongue the moment you start to suck, the warmth of your mouth making him shudder as your hand keeps stroking.
“You feel unreal,” he says quietly, his voice rough around the edges. “So good—so fucking good.”
The muscles in his thick thighs tremble as you gag on him, water sliding down your back, the tears that had started to pool on your waterline and roll down your cheeks, catching the off warm water as it bounces off his tan skin.
“Shit,” he rasps as his mouth falls open in pleasure, water dripping off his bottom lip, one hand holding your head, the other gripping the shower bar for support. “What are you doing to me, baby…”
“Tell me to stop,” you tease softly. “I will.”
“Stop?” He breathes as your lips wrap around him again, sucking and sliding along his thick dick. “Fuck, don’t—don’t fucking stop.” His jaw tightens; eyes hooded as he looks down at you, a slow, dangerous smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth.
He starts to move his hips, slow and shallow at first, his rhythm growing steadier with each stroke, watching your mouth take him in. You moan around him, and the sound all but tipping him over the edge.
“Ohhh fuck, there it is,” he groans, letting his hips shift again, this time with a little more force as your hands drift back. Your fingers claw into his thighs, urging him to use you. “You like that?” He asks, his voice dropping low. “You like when I use you like this, huh?”
His movements stay fluid as the steam thickens around you, his chain swaying with each measured rock of his hips.
“Look at me,” he mutters.
Your nails dig into the back of his legs as they tremble, his cock swelling on your tongue.
“Jesus, baby…” He moans as his head thumps back against the tile and his jaw tightens. “I—I’m gonna cum.” His voice breaks, bouncing off the shower walls. “Wh-What… Fuck. What do you want me to do with it?”
Your eyes never leave him as you take him deep, your tongue tracing the underside of his cock, and that is all it takes. A strangled moan tears out of him as his hands fly to your head, holding you in place.
His muscles pull tight as he spills into your mouth, his abs contracting; thighs shaking, head dropping forward.
He looks down at you through half-lidded eyes, watching you take everything he gives you, lip tucking between his teeth when you suck just a little longer, overstimulation leaving his fingers curling in your wet hair.
The breathless laugh that leaves his throat is everything; satisfied, smug, and thankful all in the same breath, like he’s just waiting to wake up.
His hold loosens, cock sliding out of your spit-slicked lips. You shiver as his hands slide over your ribs, drawing you closer. Hot water pours down your body and his—his breathing still heavy as his eyes search yours.
“Thank you,” he mumbles against your mouth as his muscles tremble around you, that same hung-smile painted on his lips.
“Of course,” you whisper, kissing him tenderly. You can feel his lips twitch against yours, like he wants to ask you something, he just doesn't know how far he can take this. “Rafe…”
“Yes, Ma’am,” he hums, his words buzzing against your lips as his hand comes up to cradle your cheek.
“How far?”
“How far what, sweetheart?” He asks, and you laugh like he wasn’t hoping to guide you right where you ended as your fingers trace down his spine.
“How far did you want to take this?” You ask.
“As far as you let me,” he answers easily. “Told you, you were gonna have to stop me—”
“I don't wanna stop,” you breathe into your kiss.
“That’s not really an answer, pretty,” he mumbles, grabbing a fistful of hair, using his hold to guide you to his lips. “You won’t hurt my feelings. Hell, I got good hands.” His rough fingers slide between your thighs, pressing against your pussy, making you gasp against his lips. “M’really good at eating pussy,” he mumbles, swallowing the little sounds that slip your lips as he starts to circle his fingers on top, the words low and shameless. “Swear to God.”
“Rafe…” You breathe as you pull away, just enough. “Fuck me.”
“Holy shit,” he mutters against your mouth, the words thick with satisfaction and a smugness he does not bother hiding. “That’s what you want, huh?”
“You gonna make me wait?” You whisper against his lips.
“Fuck me… No. No—hell no.” He stumbles over his words as you question him, ragged and eager. “You’re not waiting for shit from me—you sure?” The rush of water stops in an instant, Rafe quickly taking you back in his arms before he can get another word out.
Your arms wrap around his neck, and your legs around his waist as he steps out with you; your fingers scratching up into his damp hair as he licks his lips, his eyes locked on yours through the sliver of space in between.
“Condom?” He asks.
“By the sink,” you whisper.
You kiss all the way to the sink, messy and impatient, his feet slapping wet against the floor as he walks. One hand braces under your thighs while the other taps blindly across the counter for a condom, fingers finally finding the foil packet; letting out a quiet groan of relief against your mouth.
You giggle against his lips and he smiles against yours, slowing his pace just enough to walk into the bedroom, the two of you still soaking wet. Too desperate to think about drying off, just desperate for what comes next. “Fuck,” he groans softly. “I cannot wait to fuck you—” Knock. Knock.
Your head snaps toward the door, stomach sinking as everything suddenly goes quiet.
“Probably just one of the girls,” you whisper, even though your better judgment tells you it’s not true.
Knock. Knock. Knock. A fist pounds against the wood on the other side of the door as Rafe’s lips meet your neck, licking and sucking down on your pulse point like your word was good as gold.
“Rafe—”
“S’fine,” he stops you, kissing up to your ear. “Just one of the girls—”
“Open… the goddamn door,” you hear JJ’s voice on the other side making chills fall down your spine, the water on your hot skin suddenly feeling cold.
“You gotta be kidding me,” Rafe mutters as your heart starts to race again for a completely different reason entirely.
“Shh,” you plead, searching for his eyes, making a silent plea for his temper not to get the better of him—for him to tell Maybank to ‘fuck off’ and stir the pot like you know he loves to do. The utterance leaves your lips as you slide down from his arms, moving toward the door on unsteady legs, water dripping off your naked body onto the floor.
Rafe follows close behind you without thinking about it, his palm resting on your hip possessively. You hold your breath nervously as you near the door, a wave of nerves crashing over you the second you hear him mumbling.
“Rafe…” You whisper, looking back over your shoulder, finding him with not one care in the world—his entire focus lost in you. He knows it’s JJ. He knew it the second the first knock landed but he also knows there's nothing his frat brother can do about it.
The backs of your legs brush his as he steps in close behind you, his stiff cock brushing snug between your thighs; the condom bit between his teeth, as his eyes trace from your ass, following the sway of your back, up to your lips.
He lets out this quiet, almost disbelieving breath, like this has been playing out in his head for so long he’s still catching up to the fact that it’s actually happening.
His fingers tighten as he guides you back, arching your spine, pressing your ass into him more. Knock. Knock. JJ’s fist lands against the threshold again, making you gasp. “—Hey, baby?” JJ calls from the other side and your eyes widen on Rafe’s.
“Baby? Who the fuck’s callin’ you baby, huh?” Rafe asks through the corner of his mouth, warm and casual, reaching up to pinch the edge of the condom wrapper before he tears it nice and slow.
“Open the fucking door,” JJ mutters as Rafe spits the wrapper to the floor, shaking his head.
“You want me to stop?” Rafe asks as he draws back his hips and lowers the condom. “Tell me to stop and I will—”
“I’m not gonna ask again, alright? Open the fucking door,” JJ snarls but you're already turning around, your back pressed against it, taking the condom off Rafe’s hands.
“Don’t stop,” you whisper, making Rafe suck in a sharp breath as you press it against the tip of his cock, rolling it on with your eyes locked on his. He grabs your hips, turning you fast, your hands landing against the door with a thud.
“Sweetheart?” JJ voice breaks at the sound.
“Go—” That’s all you manage before Rafe pushes into you in one slow, steady stroke. A strangled sound catches in your throat and your hand flies back, grabbing his wrist where it locks tight around your hip while your other hand clamps over your mouth.
“Go?” He snaps from the hallway. “One fucking word. That’s all I get?”
“—Yeah, that's all he fuckin’ gets,” Rafe murmurs softly against your skin as he steps in, his lips finding your ear, cock buried inside you, his voice low and satisfied. “Pussy’s so damn good. Fuck me.”
Your head falls back against him at the way he stretches you wide, his big hand locks around your neck, drifting higher, making your hands fall away, turning your face so your lips find his.
“Just—Just leave,” your words breathe out against Rafe’s lips. He rocks back, making you whimper, his lips pressing against yours to swallow your sounds as he pushes back in again.
“I know he’s in there,” JJ seethes. “Cleo saw him walkin’ inside. He thinks he’s slick.” His fist bangs against the door again, making it rattle on the frame. “Open the fucking door, Cameron.”
“Want me to say somethin’ or do you want to keep going?” Rafe asks again, smiling against your lips as you breathe out, “keep going,” hearing just how wet he has you, the sounds of your pleasure filling your room.
“I’m not leaving until he comes out.”
You gasp when Rafe pulls away without warning, your whole body tightening at the sudden loss, until he turns you around in one easy motion and lifts you. He steps twice, pressing your back against the wood door. His tongue runs along his bottom lip with his eyes locked on yours.
“You know how good it would feel to pound you into this door right now?” He whispers as he adjusts, lifting you just enough to find your entrance, your eyes softening on him when he lets gravity do the work, your body sinking down on his cock with you held in his arms taking all of it. “So pretty taking my dick,” he whispers, burying himself in your neck, being careful as he thrusts up into you but you know it has to be making some sound on the other side.
“You’re being irrational—” Bang.
You cut off JJ’s words, letting your fist slam against the door this time, making both men stop for a moment. “You can leave or listen, JJ. Honestly I don’t give a shit—”
“Listen? Listen are you fucking kidding me?” JJ spits as Rafe chuckles just under his breath at your words and JJ’s reaction, unable to keep it in any longer. “You do anything with Cameron and we’re done!”
“Well shit… Who’s gonna tell him?” Rafe mutters, just loud enough for you to hear—just loud enough that it might carry through the wood like he hopes it does. And it does.
“Leave, Maybank,” Rafe hums, like it’s an afterthought—like he’s knee deep in better things to do. “You’re embarrassing yourself.”
“Talkin’ shit behind a locked door like a fucking pussy… very Rafe of you, Rafe.”
“Maybe it would be good for him to hear, hmm?” Rafe asks, throwing his hips up hard and final, leaving your fingers clawing into his skin and his name whimpering past your lips. “Shh…” Rafe teases you as he dives in for a kiss, harder this time, drawing you off the wall and toward the bed.
He lays you back on the mattress, his broad hands spreading your thighs as his mouth drags over your chest. Rafe only laughs, low and rough, not the least bit concerned as JJ continues his tantrum and threats outside.
Rafe leans over you, fists curling around the backs of your thighs as he presses them up toward your chest. “Be good and hold ‘em,” he breathes before his cock slides through your folds, slick and warm, teasing you as his eyes drink you in.
“Rafe,” you whine, pleading sweetly for more.
He shakes his head and smiles, lost somewhere on cloud nine. “Sure this is okay?” He asks like you weren't just begging for him, smacking his tip against your clit making your hips lift off the mattress.
“Yes, fuck.” Your breath catches, lips parting as he traces your slit, falling open completely as a soft sound slips past your lips as he pushes in, stretching you wide and full, your shaky hands resting gently on his hips when you take him all.
He lowers your legs gently and tilts in to kiss you, deep and unhurried, his rough hands sliding around your hips to draw you closer before he draws back, thrusting into you again.
Your hands lift to cradle his face mewling into his mouth when he thrust deeper, finding that place inside you that makes your mind shut off.
He groans into your kiss as your pussy tightens around him, his forehead comes to rest against yours—his breath warm and uneven against your lips.
And then, it's just you. The heat between your bodies, the pressure between your thighs, the pleasure climbing with your heartbeat, higher by the second.
Rafe’s hand slides down your thighs as he shifts his weight, and before you can quite catch your breath he rolls, turning the two of you in one smooth motion, guiding you over until you are straddling him.
You let out a soft laugh of surprise as you settle on top, your hands landing instinctively against the solid plane of his chest. His hair’s damp and pushed back from his forehead, his chest rising and falling in slow, steady pulls of air as his chain glitters around his throat.
“Jesus,” he murmurs, his voice rough with awe. “Look so good on top of me, you know that?”
You shift your weight and he groans low in his throat, his hands tightening on your hips as you circle them.
“That’s it,” he breathes, his hands guiding you gently. “Easy, baby. Just like that.”
Your nails dig into his chest as you begin to move, slow and steady at first, your body finding its rhythm while his muscles tense beneath your palms, his mouth falling open.
“Fuck,” he exhales. “You move like you were made for me.”
Your hands drift a little higher, thumb resting the hollow of his throat with your hands wrapping and squeezing just enough to make his eyes roll back in his skull.
“Holy—Holy shit. Tight… Tighter,” he moans as you ride him, your hips finding a deeper rhythm, and his eyes fluttering open just enough to find yours, fighting to stay open like he doesn’t want to miss a second of it.
“Rafe, I—” You start but he can already feel the way your body squeezes around him and your thighs tremble, grabbing for you, switching positions before sinking into you again.
Your fingers twist into the sheets as he grips you by your hips, drilling into you again and again until your back arches, and your pussy gushes, cumming around his while he does everything he can do to keep his pace, but it feels too fucking good.
Your body softens slightly as his dick throbs inside you, filling the condom with his head thrown back and his muscles cut tight to keep himself as deep as he can go.
“Holy shit,” he says softly, a quiet kind of disbelief in his voice breaking with pleasure. “You got no idea how—” His words drift away as he draws in a deep, needed breath, blowing it out with a satisfied smile. “You got no idea how long I wanted that.”
“Yeah?” You giggle, feeling your entire body warm when he looks at you like he means every word—like he’d say more if he could get it out.
He leans down and presses a slow kiss to your mouth, tender and deep as his rough thumb traces your cheek. “How was that?” He asks, quiet now, a smile pulling against your lips.
“Amazing.” Your voice is small but honest when your lips brush against his. “I’ve never cum like that before.”
He pulls away just enough to make sure he heard what he thought he heard, exhaling a short, breathy laugh and drops his head to your neck.
“Baby,” he murmurs. “Why the fuck would you tell me that?” His head turns, lips finding your neck, pressing his mouth to your skin as your fingers drift into his hair. “It’s gonna kill me not to bring that shit up.”
“Don’t.”
He groans again, pained and dramatic as ever. “How the fuck am I supposed to keep that to myself?”
“Please tell me you didn’t actually plan to bring that up.”
“I mean…” He mumbles, already picturing it. You pull him out of the fantasy, tugging playfully at his hair. “Please tell me you faked it with him.”
You hesitate for half a second before glancing away, lips twitching. “Rafe, c’mon,” you sigh, unable to answer—too bitter to lie.
“You’re shittin’ me?”
He pulls back to look at you and your features sharpen, threatening him with a look. “That stays between us.”
“Us?” He asks as he closes the space between your lips, kissing you softly.
“Us,” you whisper. “I’m not rushing into anything, Rafe.”
“Nah. No,” he breathes into your kiss as it gets a little deeper, his hand coming up to cradle your head. “I’m not—I mean… I wouldn’t want to pressure you into being mine or anything—”
“You’re so convincing,” you giggle against his lips and he sighs. “Haven’t even taken me on our date yet—”
“Shit’s planned though. Tomorrow. Tomorrow night, you and me?”
“I swore off frat guys though,” you mumble.
“Mmm,” he hums. “How’s that workin’ out for you, sweetheart?”
“Fuck you,” you giggle, smacking him playfully before he squeezes you tight.
“Fuck me, huh?” He teases, the warmth of his words ghosting against your jaw. “At least let me pull out first, yeah?”
“You’re so annoying,” you laugh.
“Yeah?” He grins. “You told me to come over… good luck getting rid of me now.”
“I did,” you whisper. “But, yeah… tomorrow.”
The corner of his lips curl into a smile as he hears exactly what he wanted to hear. “You won’t regret it. I promise.”
Everything in the room starts to settle, the party at the frat house next door still raging, the steady bass of the music thumping. But, Rafe’s still here, he hasn’t left, completely content with you in his arms.
He pulls out slowly, stepping out of the room, coming back in with a warm, wet towel and no plans to leave, and you can’t help but smile. He looks down at you, waiting for an invitation to step back in, breathing out a sigh of relief when you draw back the covers.
The towel moves between your legs, running up the inside of your thighs. His lips twitch at the corner again, like it’s killing him not to say everything he’s ever wanted to say to you.
“Rafe?” You giggle under your breath, watching a rosy blush bloom on his cheeks.
“Yeah, pretty,” he mumbles under his breath.
“Just say it,” you sigh.
“I, uh—I probably shouldn’t walk out there right now.”
You roll your eyes and snort out a laugh, snuggling into your bed a little more as he lays his head down on the pillow next to you, his big hand resting on your thigh. “Why not?”
“Well,” he says, like he is thinking it through moving a little closer, “JJ’s out there somewhere, isn’t he?”
Your eyebrow arches as another laugh bubbles past your lips, Rafe no stranger to a fight or two, or five. “Rafe—“
“Guy sounded pretty pissed.”
“Thought you didn’t give a shit,” you remind him.
He looks back at you, eyes warm and amused before his big arm tightens around you just a little, drawing you closer against his chest.
“But staying,” he adds quietly, his mouth brushing your forehead, “seems like the safer option.”
“Mhmm,” you murmur.
“Don’t make me leave,” he pleads softly, joking but not entirely. His finger draws under your chin, tilting your lips toward his, waiting for an answer he can feel before it even leaves your lips.
warnings ૮․ ․ ྀིა : language , mild nsfw ( face slapping , p in v )
rafe cameron liked eye contact.
like the two of you only began dating after you confronted rafe for staring you down at a party. in your defense, his gaze was burning into you like he was staking a claim.
stomping over and confronting him with a sharp "what do you want?" eyebrows furrowing when he only chuckles and smirks.
"can't look at a pretty girl anymore," you grimace at his corny attempt at a compliment.
if you're arguing, rafe's gently grabbing your forearm and pulling you towards him.
"m'talkin to you, don't walk away from me."
"well i don't wanna hear it," you spit angrily, looking anywhere else but him.
a big hand takes your jaw, tilting it to look him in the eye. "you look at me when i talk to you, alright," and you'd fold every time.
and during sex, eye contact was a given.
you close your a few moments? turn your head away? not happening.
'cause rafe's lightly slapping your cheek, instantly grabbing your attention.
"w—what was that for?" you sputter, gasping at the small sting.
"look at me when i fuck you,"he grits out, hips slamming harder into yours, forcing thick cock deeper into your pulsing heat.
and when you do, you don't take your eyes off him for the rest of the night because eye contact was key to your relationship.
A series of one-shorts recounting the progression of your relationship with Daily Planet's resident rizz master, Jimmy Olsen, based on (some) songs from Sabrina Carpenter's Man's Best Friend.
COMPLETED by Nov 22, 2025
each chapter has their own warning but this series will contain: achingly slow, slow burn. canon typical violence, alcohol consumption, drug use (marijuana), swearing, and fade to black smut. reader has no physical description except for outfits (skirts, dresses, heels).
manchild - fluff, unrequited pining, angst if you squint
jimmy is pining and he is pining hard. what happens when jimmy finds a phone number written by some incompetent barista on your cup?
don't worry I'll make you worry - fluff, unrequited pining, angst if you squint
jimmy volunteers to spend a day on an assignment with you. he's convinced you're fucking with his head (and his feelings).
when did you get hot? - fluff, unrequited pining (or is it??)
you find Jimmy hot. you are spiraling.
go go juice - fluff, smidge of angst, smidge of smut
rip your ego. thank god jimmy is there to help.
my man on willpower - fluff, angst
you kissed and you don't talk about it. surely this will go well?
sugar talking - angst, fluff
eve reads him like a book, you play him like a fiddle
Rafe’s room always had that scent of expensive cologne and sea breeze, but that afternoon the air felt denser, heavy with an obsession he made no effort to hide. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his blue eyes fixed on you with an intensity that bordered on desperation. He had been pestering you for hours with that idea a fantasy that had been stuck in his mind since that day at the beach house, when he caught a glimpse of your breasts for a brief second while clumsily trying to help you with your bra clasp.
You were close friends, the kind of friendship that always walked the razor's edge of sexual tension, but his request came as a shock. You hadn't even gone all the way yet just hot kisses and touching over clothes and there he was, asking for something so specific and visual. Rafe was always the type to get what he wanted, and the concept of "friends with benefits" seemed like the perfect excuse he engineered to finally get his hands on you.
"Come on! We're friends, friends do favors for each other," he let out, his voice coming out in a husky, convincing tone that vibrated in your stomach.
He wasn't asking; he was selling an idea as if it were the solution to all his problems. Rafe was visibly losing it just imagining the contrast of his skin against yours, the idea of coming between your tits gleaming in his eyes like a trophy. You always knew he had a kinkier side, but now you had absolute confirmation.
You bit the corner of your lower lip, feeling your heart race against your ribs, and swallowed hard before admitting in a whisper:
"I’ve never tried doing this before."
The admission came out soft, almost shy, and Rafe found it the most adorable and arousing thing in the world. A smirk, arrogant and satisfied, spread across his face as he slowly stood up, closing the distance between you.
"It’s real simple, princess. Just stay still and I’ll fuck your tits. Simple," he explained with a jarring naturalness, as if he were describing how to drive a car or open a beer bottle.
He stopped right in front of you, his large, warm hand reaching up to touch the collar of your shirt, fingers brushing your collarbone. Rafe wasn't going to take no for an answer, and you could see by his dilated pupils that his cock was already impatient inside his pants, just waiting for your first move to take control of everything.
Rafe had finally gotten what he wanted, and the satisfaction on his face was almost visceral. He stood in front of you, legs slightly apart, while you, on your knees, used your hands to press your own breasts together, creating a tight, soft track for him.
His cock was buried there, sliding forcefully between your skin, rising almost to touch your chin with every rhythmic thrust. Rafe dictated the pace, holding the back of your neck with one hand to ensure you didn't look away for a single second. He wanted you to see exactly what you were doing to him.
"I’m gonna want to fuck these tits more often... fuck, yes!" he growled, his voice breaking as he shoved his hips against you with blind but controlled urgency.
Your head was tilted up, eyes fixed on his features which contorted between pleasure and that typical aggression he carried. Seeing the sweat break out on Rafe’s forehead and hearing the low groans escaping his throat gave you a strange sense of power and accomplishment. You were always the friend who took care of him, who understood his outbursts, and there, in that purely carnal moment, keeping him satisfied felt like the natural extension of liking him.
You squeezed your breasts harder, feeling his body heat and the wet friction starting to form. He kept a steady rhythm, slow and deep, savoring the sensation of being squeezed by your skin. Rafe leaned his body a bit further forward, blue eyes locked onto yours, watching how you reacted to his every move. He seemed to want to engrave that image into his mind, enjoying every second of that "help" he had begged for so much.
The trail of pre-cum he left behind began to act as a natural lubricant, making the slide of skin against his cock much more fluid and audible. The heat emanating from there was stifling, but Rafe seemed to be in a trance, blue eyes fixed on the image of his own erection vanishing and reappearing between the squeeze of your breasts.
"That’s it... keep squeezing your tits," he ordered, his voice failing, his hot breath hitting your face as he moved his hips with a mesmerizing cadence.
He didn't seem satisfied with just the visual; he needed total control. With a blunt movement, Rafe let go of your neck and split your hair in two, grabbing the strands tightly, one in each hand, as if they were reins. He pulled your head back slightly, forcing you to arch your body and offer an even better angle for him.
Now, with his hands occupied holding your hair in two improvised pigtails, he began to use only the strength of his own hips to dictate the pace. The thrusts grew deeper, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the silence of the room. He leaned over you, arms stretched and firm as he kept you pinned in that position, watching your every reaction with a possessiveness that made you tremble inside.
"You have no idea how much I’ve dreamed about this," he hissed through gritted teeth, his eyes darkening as he felt the tightness of your skin against him. "Look at me. Look at what you’re doing to me."
Rafe continued the back-and-forth motion, firm and constant, enjoying every millimeter of the friction. He wasn't in a hurry; he wanted to feel the heat of your breasts as much as he could, keeping you there, kneeling and submissive to the desire he had cultivated for weeks.
The sensation of being there, at that angle, was something you never imagined would be so addictive. The sight of Rafe dominating the space, his blue eyes fixed on you and his proprietary hands tangled in your hair, made your head spin. The slight sting of the pull at your roots mixed with the liquid pleasure you felt between your legs; your panties were soaked, heavy against your skin, reacting to that display of raw control he insisted on maintaining.
You let out a long groan, a sound that started in your throat and died against his abdomen as he continued to thrust between your breasts with pitiless cadence.
"You like this, don't you?" he hissed, noticing how your body trembled under his hands. "You like knowing that I'm going crazy because of you."
Rafe gave a firmer tug on your hair, forcing your face up so you wouldn't miss a single second of what was happening. The wet trail of pre-cum now made every movement easier, causing his cock to slide with a dirty, muffled sound against your hot skin. He didn't take his eyes off your breasts being crushed by the pressure of your own hands, fascinated by the way you obeyed his every silent command.
The room seemed to have grown hotter, the air thinner. With every back-and-forth motion, he seemed to sink deeper into you, his breathing becoming loud and erratic in your ear. He was savoring your submission, delighting in the fact that the "perfect friend" was, in fact, the only person capable of leaving him in that state of carnal trance.
"Keep looking," he ordered, his voice breaking in a commanding tone that allowed no argument, while he slightly increased the pressure of his hips, testing the limits of your endurance and his own self-control.
Your eyes were fixed on his face, heavy and focused, as you saw yourself reflected in that raw image: kneeling, breasts squeezed together, serving as a toy for the Cameron heir. You looked like one of those porn stars Rafe surely watched in the lonely early hours in that room, but with the difference that the heat was real and the scent was yours.
"Am I doing okay?" you asked quietly, your voice coming out in a thin thread of sound that almost got lost between the smacks of skin clashing.
Rafe didn't answer with words. He only nodded his head in blunt agreement, teeth clenched and an expression like someone who was being ruined from the inside out. He couldn't articulate a single sentence; his concentration was entirely focused on the wet friction and the sight of your nipples brushing against his torso with every thrust.
He tightened the pigtails in each hand even more, wrapping the strands around his fingers for a firmer grip, and began to dictate a more aggressive rhythm. The sound was dirty, muffled by the pre-cum that now covered the entire valley between your breasts, glistening under the dim light of the room. Rafe seemed to want to merge with you, pushing his hips with a force that made your body sway back and forth, following his urgency.
He let out a low, deep growl that vibrated in his chest and echoed against your face. The pleasure was making Rafe mute, turning the cocky "friend" into a man dominated by instinct, focused only on the sensation of being squeezed by you while the world outside ceased to exist.
Rafe's voice came out like a whip-crack, loaded with an authority that left no room for doubt. He wanted everything from you in that moment: your sight, your body, and now, your total submission stamped on your face.
"Open your mouth," he ordered, his voice breaking in a husky, dirty tone, fingers digging further into your hair to tilt your head at the exact angle he wanted.
You obeyed, sticking your tongue out while continuing to crush your own breasts against his cock. The sight was obscene. The trail of pre-cum glistened on your skin and now threatened to drip, while Rafe accelerated his hips, the sound of flesh hitting flesh getting louder and wetter in the silence of the room.
"That's it... look at you, fuck," he hissed, his blue eyes flashing with a sick lust. "You look like a little bitch begging for me to cum on that saintly face of yours."
He no longer had any filter. The mask had fallen away, revealing the possessive pervert he had always hidden under designer clothes. Rafe began to thrust with raw force, making his cock slide between your breasts and rise until it brushed the tip of your tongue, staining your lips with the hot fluid he exuded.
"You like being used like this, don't you? Knowing that I'm going to cum while you stay right there on your knees, hm?" he growled, his face contorted in a grimace of pure carnal pleasure.
His breathing was erratic, hitting your face like hot coals. He pulled your hair with a force that made you let out a muffled groan, his eyes fixed on your open mouth and your breasts covered in his trail. Rafe was losing control, his free hand descending for a second to squeeze your cheek hard, forcing you to maintain the pose while he lost himself in the frantic rhythm he dictated.
Rafe let go of your hair with a blunt urgency, but it wasn't to give you freedom. Before you could process the relief, he shoved two fingers deep into your mouth, forcing your jaw open even wider while he continued to fuck the gap between your breasts with animal strength.
"Suck," he growled, his voice breaking in a dirty, authoritative tone. "Suck these fingers like they're my cock while I finish off these spoiled brat tits of yours."
The sound in the room was purely obscene: the wet smack of his cock hitting your skin covered in pre-cum mixed with the sound of your suction around his fingers. Rafe used the hand inside your mouth to control your head's movement, pulling and pushing as his hips dictated the frantic pace.
His blue eyes were bloodshot, fixed on the image of you kneeling, mouth occupied and breasts being crushed by your own hand under his command. He seemed possessed by a need to mark you, to leave you drenched with everything he had saved up for weeks.
"Look at the state you've left me in, fuck," he hissed, teeth clenched as he felt the pressure of your skin against him increase with every thrust. "You're just as perverted as I am, aren't you? I can see it in your eyes... you love being used by your best friend."
He accelerated even more, breath coming in short, hot gasps against your face, while his fingers explored your tongue and his cock slid firmer and deeper between your curves, turning that afternoon in the Cameron bedroom into a scene of complete ruin for any morality you both still pretended to have.
The muffled sounds escaping your throat as you sucked his fingers seemed to fuel Rafe's possessive fury. He was out of his mind, his whole body tense as he fucked the valley between your breasts with a force that made your shoulders shake. The trail of pre-cum had already left everything slippery, a dirty sheen covering your skin under the room's light.
When the tip of his cock slammed hard against your chin, a shock of electricity ran down your spine. You tilted your head a little lower, yielding to instinct, wanting to feel the heat of that head brushing against your lips, silently begging for him to go a little further.
Rafe noticed the movement. He let out a low, almost animal growl, and his blue eyes darkened until they looked black.
"You want it here, don't you?" he hissed, his voice failing in a way that showed how close he was to the edge. "Want to feel how hard I am for you in your mouth while I finish off these tits?"
He didn't wait for an answer. Rafe used the two fingers already in your mouth to pull your lower lip down, exposing even more of your tongue, while increasing the range of his hip movement. Now, with every deep thrust between your breasts, the head of his cock rose and deliberately struck your open mouth, staining your lips with his hot fluid.
"Suck it, princess. Show your friend how much of a little slut you are for him," he ordered, his breath hitting your face heavy and erratic. "Look at me while I ruin you."
The sound in the room was purely obscene, the wet slap of flesh against flesh and your groans muffled by his fingers. Rafe was completely hypnotized by the sight of you kneeling, offering yourself, turning that friendship into something so dirty and addictive that neither of them would ever be able to forget. He quickened the pace, his hips striking with pitiless force, bringing the tension to a breaking point.
The sight of his cock, pulsing and a vivid shade of pink, was intimidating up close. Even without much to compare it to, you felt the weight and volume there; it was clear that Rafe was carrying something well above average, and the way he filled the space between your breasts left no doubt. Every time he thrust his hips, the head of his cock brushed hard against your lips, and you ran the tip of your tongue over it, feeling the heat and the metallic taste of the pre-cum that was already making you dizzy.
Rafe seemed to have lost any connection to reality other than the friction of your skin. He locked his jaw, the tendons in his neck popping as he reached the peak of tension. He couldn't articulate a single dirty word; the air simply fled his lungs in a muffled roar.
With one final, violent thrust, he came with everything.
You felt the hot, thick jet hit your breasts first, a wave of heat that spread instantly. Rafe continued to cum with the built-up force of weeks, white and heavy jets staining your skin, running down the valley of your chest and dripping into your lap. The fluid was thick, contrasting with your skin as he marked you completely, turning your "friendship" into something irredeemably dirty and carnal.
He slowly let go of your hair, his hands shaking slightly, as he watched the mess he had made. Your breasts were covered, glistening under the room's light with the proof of how much he needed that release. Rafe let out a heavy sigh, his breathing still erratic, looking at you kneeling and all smeared with cum as if you were the most valuable and perverted thing he had ever possessed in his life.
"Oh fuck..." he finally managed to whisper, his voice completely wrecked, as he ran his thumb over the corner of your mouth to wipe away a trail of his cum that had splashed there. "I told you you’d be perfect at this."
currently obsessed with outerbanks... might go somewhere with that. rafe fic perchance? who knows. probably will never happen but maybe if the wind blows me in the right direction...
summary- you and kai don't get along. but then why can't you take your eyes off of each other? all it takes is just one little halloween party and a meddling twin sister to get the two of you to admit your real feelings
tags- highschool au so it's set in the 90's but never mentioned, only characters from the show mentioned are jo and kai everyone else is made up, underage drinking, enemies (?) to lovers, no mention of witches or gemini coven, little bit of angst, no use of y/n, 2nd person pov
word count- 3729
a/n- this has been in my drafts since november, and i don't even like it that much, but i wanna finally get it out there rather than keep it to myself because maybe at least one person will like it anyway enjoy :p
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you hated malachai parker. at least, that's what you told yourself every time you interacted with him, which just so happened to be every day. he was the twin brother of your best friend, josette, which meant you'd see him whether you liked it or not (you did). he really knew how to get under your skin and push your buttons, like today he was just standing there, doing nothing.
so maybe you had a thing for him.
not like you'd ever tell him or jo, for that matter, wouldn't want to inflate his ego too much. you slammed your locker closed and rolled your eyes as you watched him attempt to act nonchalant, standing around with his group of outcast friends. you just couldn't get him out of your head even if you tried.
after the school day ended, you walked with him and jo back to their house. well, you walked with jo, and kai strolled off in front, kicking rocks under his pair of wrecked converse.
"this is totally going to be the party of the year! and we're definitely going to have the best costumes there," jo grinned, nudging your shoulder lightly with her own.
"oh, yeah, the totally original angel and devil costumes the two of you chose are really gonna wow all the guys," kai commented under his breath, pretty much the first thing he had said since they left the school.
"and what are you going as, yourself? that's super scary," you teased him, to which he rolled his eyes.
"i'm not going," he responded.
"you're such a liar! you always go to those parties just to mope in the corner. you feel majorly left out if you aren't at least there," jo said, and he just ignored her. she gave you a look that said 'he'll be there'.
you eventually reached their house, and kai rushed to his room. you and jo headed to her own and collapsed onto her bed, knowing you still had some time before you had to get ready for the party. you and jo giggled as you read a magazine, looking at all the celebs on the pages. she then randomly gasped and snapped it closed.
“you know, jackson is gonna be at the party. he’s definitely the hottest guy at school,” jo announced.
“yeah, i guess,” you replied, trying not to seem too uninterested, but jo caught on immediately.
“what’s with you? i thought you liked him?” she wondered, poking you in the cheek.
“no, i do. i just don’t think he’d be interested in me anyway,” you lied through your teeth.
“girl, he’s totally gonna think you’re hot tonight. i bet he’ll make a move. oh my god, kai is gonna be so mad when he sees him flirting with you-“ she cut herself off with a gasp, her eyes widening as she looks away from you.
“why… why would kai be mad about that?” she refused to respond, simply shaking her head. you grabbed her shoulders and shook her lightly, “josette parker, what are you not telling me?”
“you have to promise not to tell anyone,” she said and you held out your pinky, to which she grasped with her own. she looked over at her door to make sure it was closed and you had no one snooping, before leaning in closely, “kai has a massive crush on you.”
“jo, i thought you were gonna tell me something serious. i pinky swore on that,” you rolled your eyes, pulling your pinky away.
“i’m not kidding. he only acts like an asshole around you because he doesn’t know how to show his true feelings,” she explained, and you narrowed your eyes as you sat up.
“right. did he actually tell you this or are you making it up?” you asked, and she tilted her head from side to side.
“you could say i’m taking some creative liberties. but i’ve seen the way he looks at you when he thinks nobody’s looking. he is so into you,” she told you, grin wide on her face.
“i just find it hard to believe,” you respond, trying to fight the way your heart was beating much faster at the prospect of the guy you’ve secretly been crushing on potentially liking you back.
“just listen to me for once. he only goes to these parties with us to make sure no guy touches you. he watches you the entire time, it’s almost cute… but mostly creepy. that one time when troy grabbed your ass, i literally had to hold him back. i swear, he was gonna kill him,” she told you and grabbed your hands. the smile on her face never left as she tried to gauge what your reaction was.
“you really think he likes me?” you wonder skeptically, but you’re starting to believe her.
“okay, i wasn’t gonna say anything, but lizzie has been hooking up with one of kai’s friends and apparently you’re all he talks about. like, ‘ugh, she’s so perfect. i hate her’ when really what he means is he can’t take his eyes off of the way those jeans fit around your ass,” jo said and you pushed her, almost off the bed.
“shut up,” you laughed.
“okay, believe me or don’t. now i’m wondering… what do you think of kai?” she asked you, looking at you like she was trying to decipher something.
“what do you mean? i hate him, remember?” you attempt a nonchalant chuckle, but it just comes out nervous. her whole face lights up.
“i knew it. you have a crush on my idiot brother!” she squealed and you put your hand over her mouth to quiet her down.
“you do realize he lives in this house with you?” you shushed her and removed your hand.
“i know, i’m just so excited. oh my god, we’re gonna be sisters in law,” she jumped up and down on the bed excitedly.
"we are not," you denied, holding her by her shoulders to stop her from jumping. she looked at you disappointedly.
"you mean you aren't gonna tell him you like him?" she frowned.
"no way. if he wants me, he's gonna have to tell me, because there's no way i'm embarrassing myself like that in front of malachai parker when there's still a chance he might not even like me back," you responded, throwing yourself back down onto the bed to stare at the ceiling. you closed your eyes for a moment, and once you opened them you could see jo above you with an evil grin on her face.
"you're gonna make him jealous tonight and he's gonna confess his feelings to you like-"
"like some cheesy romance movie? it's not gonna work, jo, not with him," you sighed. of course jo would make everything all the more complicated when you planned on keeping your secret a secret for the rest of your life.
"come on, please? don't you wanna know for sure that he likes you?" she egged you on. when you weighed the pros and cons, you realized that maybe you should just do it. if all else fails, you can make out with jackson or something.
"fine," you gave in, to which she responded with yet another squeal. she jumped up and dragged you with her.
"we are making you look capital h hot tonight- not that you aren't already, just a little extra to make kai lose his mind," she grinned as she pulled you towards her vanity chair.
cue makeover montage
once you were done, you looked like a whole new person. the way jo had curled your hair and done your makeup, she swore you looked like a model. the red mini dress you wore was sure to turn some heads, especially kai's. you, of course, wore devil horns as that was the main part of your costume. jo wore the same outfit with angel wings and a halo instead. as you were adding some finishing touches, there was a knock on her door, and when it was opened it revealed it was kai.
"are you guys ready to go yet?" he asked, sounding irritated, but his gaze wandered over to you. his jaw almost went slack, if it weren't for the fact that he had practiced hiding his attraction to you for a long time. jo noticed his gaze and smirked.
"what's the matter, bro? something wrong?" she asked, seeing if he would actually say anything. he clenched his jaw and shook his head.
"nothing's wrong, just you two are taking your sweet time, as always," he responded and you stood up from the vanity chair.
"we're ready to leave now," you told him, trying to ignore the way his gaze subtly trailed over your body. his eyes were like fire, and you could feel the heat on you.
"what are we waiting for, then?" he grumbled, tearing his gaze away from you so he could walk down the stairs.
"told you he'd be going tonight," jo whispered.
the second you got to the party, you and jo rushed to the kitchen to grab some drinks. you didn't know what you were drinking, but you did know that you would need some liquid courage tonight. your eyes scanned the party, searching for someone to flirt with to make kai jealous. you still thought this was a stupid idea. jo grabbed your shoulders and pointed at someone.
"jackson is right there! flirting with him of all people is really gonna make kai go crazy," she told you, lightly pushing you in his direction. you walked over to him slowly, looking back at jo, who just winked, and then into the corner where kai was standing. he was looking at you with an indiscernible look on his face.
"hey, jackson," you greeted him. when he turned to face you, he had a wide grin on his face.
"hey! damn, you look so hot, i was just telling zach how good you and josette look right now," he told you and you nodded, pretending to be interested.
"wow, thanks, you look... you look great, too," you replied, giving him a once over and realizing you couldn't even tell what his costume was supposed to even be. if it even was a costume. you looked back over at kai, who was practically chugging his drink as he watched you.
"oh, i know," jackson flexed his bicep, "do you wanna, like, make out or something?"
"what? oh, um, sure," you responded, snapping your eyes back to him, but you couldn't keep them on him for long before they trailed back to the glare kai was sending your way. jackson followed your gaze.
"you're only talking to me to make that loser jealous," he scoffed.
"no? why would you, um... what makes you say that?" you asked, coming back to reality.
"whatever, he can have you. i'm gonna go find a real babe," he declared and walked away, leaving you alone in the crowd. you grabbed another drink before slumping down onto the couch, sitting right next to a couple that was making out.
you felt the couch dip on the other side from them, and you assumed it was jo coming to tell you to try again, but you could see jo chatting with lizzie in the kitchen.
"that was really depressing to watch," kai chuckled from beside you and you turned your head slowly to glare at him.
"so don't watch next time," you shot back.
"and miss seeing you get rejected? that was the highlight of my night," he told you.
"of course it was, you just love seeing me fail. i don't know what his problem was, like am i not pretty enough or something?" you pretended to act sad to see if he would take the bait. you could tell that it worked because of the way his smirk faltered a little.
"no, i didn't say that- look, you're obviously attractive enough that i've never seen you get rejected before is all I meant," he responded before shutting himself up with a sip of his drink. but he couldn't help himself. "i don't know why you even waste your time with guys like that, they don't even deserve the time of day from you."
"oh, so who does? you?" you asked, seeing the small bit of jealousy coming from him and taking the leap. he clenched his jaw at your question and looked away from you.
"why don't you just go and dance with one of those assholes like i know you want to rather than wasting your time talking to me?" he grumbled, ignoring your question.
"well, you sat next to me and started the conversation with me, so..." you trailed off.
"whatever," he replied, still looking into the crowd of people.
"look, i'm trying to have a civil conversation with you because i like you, okay?" you confess and that's when he finally looks back at you. he narrows his eyes at you, staring you down with a disgusted glare.
"that's not funny. did jo put you up to this or something?" he mutters out, clearly not believing what you had said.
"what? no, kai. why would she?" you asked, putting your hand on his arm, which he immediately retracted from. he quickly stood up from the couch.
"forget i said anything, okay? enjoy your party," he spat, speeding off to the front door.
now you were humiliated.
you locked eyes with jo, who gave you a confused look, but you couldn't stop your feet from racing you to the nearest bathroom and locking yourself inside. you were too tipsy to deal with a rejection like this. you felt tears start to fall before you could stop them and immediately started to wipe at your face to stop them from ruining the makeup jo had worked so hard on. you then heard a knock on the door.
"can i come in, babe?" jo asked softly through the door.
"no," you croaked out.
"come on, it's just me," she told you and you unlocked it. she's seen you in worse states. she stepped through the door and locked it behind her. she quickly wrapped her arms around you. "what did he do?"
"i told him i liked him and he didn't believe me. he thought i was making fun of him. you should've seen the way he looked at me jo, like i was some sort of fucking monster," you whispered.
"hey, it's okay. he clearly likes you if he reacted like that," she tried to reassure you.
"he literally pulled himself away from me when i touched him. he doesn't like me, he thinks i'm disgusting," you muttered into her shoulder.
"i promise you he doesn't. he's just nervous. let me go talk some sense into him," she suggested, pulling back from the hug and looking at your tear stained face. the makeup had held up surprisingly well, which she was proud of. "you just wait here and calm yourself down and i'll get him to come and apologize."
"no, jo, i don't wanna see him," you groaned and she let go of you completely.
"yes, you do," she said before leaving you in the bathroom alone with your thoughts.
jo found kai in the front yard, so at least he hadn't left completely. he was sitting down on the steps to the front porch of the house, looking up at the night sky.
"what the hell is wrong with you?" jo confronted him, and he turned to her with his usual glare.
"what? nothing," he responded.
"clearly there is, if you're rejecting her," jo practically yelled at him.
"oh, i knew you were in on it. i rejected her because she doesn't actually like me... and i don't like her either for that matter," kai told her, standing up from the stairs to face her.
"you're such a liar," jo pointed a finger at him.
"i'm not-" jo didn't even allow him to finish his sentence before she was speaking again.
"she likes you, you goddamn idiot! she's hiding in the bathroom right now because you embarrassed her and you have the audacity to be sitting out here like a heartbroken character from some tragic romance novel?" she then jabbed her finger into his chest.
kai crossed his arms and looked back at his twin's serious gaze. the way her nostrils were flaring angrily, he could tell she meant business.
"she really likes me?" he sighed in defeat.
"yes, apparently for a lot longer than i even knew about," jo answered and kai hung his head.
"i am an idiot, aren't i?" he chuckled weakly.
"you are. and an asshole to her. i don't know what she sees in you, but she likes you anyway. you'd better not screw this up any more than you already have," jo almost threatened him. "now you're gonna march your stupid self back inside and talk to her. right now."
"fine," he snaps, turning to stride back into the house. "happy now?"
jo beams, looking way too pleased with herself as she watches him storm off. she called after him, "ecstatic! don't screw it up this time!"
kai flipped her off without turning back around before deciding to feign nonchalance as he walked back into the party, placing his hands in his front pockets. he shoved himself down the hall to the downstairs bathroom, passing groups of people playing drinking games, and mentally cursed himself before knocking on the door.
"it's uh, it's me. i'm sorry. can i come in?" kai said quietly, expecting you to say no. but instead you just unlocked the door wordlessly. he walked into the bathroom and saw you sitting down on the edge of the bathtub. he locked the door for privacy and sat down next to you. for a moment, neither of you spoke.
"you made me feel like an idiot, kai. i'm dressed up like this pretty much just for you and you didn't even say anything about it, i just told you i like you and now i'm crying in the damn bathroom," you rambled and you noticed a look of regret flashing on his face.
"no, you don't understand, you're not the idiot here, i am. you were right there in front of me, looking perfect and telling me you like me, and i was too insecure to even believe it. i should've been over the damn moon!" he exclaimed, running a hand through his hair. "damn it, i don't know how to say things like this."
"just say what you want to say, kai, it's easiest that way," you tell him.
"god, i like you. how could i not? even when i act like you're just my sister's idiot friend. it's just that you're this beautiful, popular girl who could literally have anyone she wanted, so i never expected you'd choose me," he responded with a disbelieving chuckle, "seriously, you're way too good for me."
"you get under my skin in a way that no one else ever has, and i was half convinced i hated you for years, but... i want you. not jackson or anyone else, you, malachai parker," you admitted.
"jesus, you always have to pull out the malachai card. you know i hate being called that," he replied in embarrassment.
"that's why i love to say it," you tell him, a smile coming onto your face as your earlier sadness and worry disappeared.
"you're a menace, you know that? always pushing my buttons," he told you.
"it's part of my charm," you shrug nonchalantly.
"yeah, your charm," he rolled his eyes, "and for the record? you don't have to get all dressed up for my attention. i like you when you're just you."
"oh, you're getting soft on me now? who even are you?" you ask him with a laugh, and you notice that his eyes are trained on your lips.
"i'm the guy who's about to kiss you in the bathroom at some random ass party," he told you in a low tone before leaning in. you started to lean in, too, and he cradled your face with one of his hands, the cold metal of his rings cooling your cheek. once your lips finally met, it was like all of your pent up feelings were being released.
damn, you thought, he's a really good kisser.
you didn't know if it was bullshit when people said they felt fireworks when they kissed someone for the first time, but you were pretty sure you did. as well as someone outside maybe setting some off in the backyard.
you soon pulled apart for air, and when you opened your eyes and saw kai there, it was like your body went into momentary shock, like you never in a million years expected this. maybe you had drank more than you thought.
"now do you believe i actually like you?" you asked him and he grinned.
"oh, a hundred percent. i'm never doubting you ever again," he replied before giving you another peck on the lips, "you wanna get out of this bathroom?"
"hell yeah. we're missing all the fun," you said as you stood up, followed by kai, who wrapped a protective arm around your waist. you were a little surprised about the pda, but you weren't gonna complain. once you opened the bathroom door, jo practically fell through, making it clear she had been eavesdropping.
"oh, hey, guys, i was just waiting for the bathroom," she shrugged, acting nonchalant.
"yeah, right," kai rolled his eyes and jo barked out a laugh as the two of you walked by, making kai snap, "what?"
"you've got a little lipgloss there, hotshot," she told him, pointing at his lips, which he quickly swiped off.
"shut up," he muttered, his cheeks flushing in embarrassment.
"didn't think either of you had it in you, i'm proud," she gave the two of you a little clap before grabbing your wrist, "now, i'm stealing my best friend back."
you give kai a little shrug as you let her pull you back towards the living room, where everyone else was dancing, and for the rest of the night, you felt kai's possessive eyes on you, as if finally noticing that he had been there all along.
✿ you'd definitely be someone he picked up in hopes of turning you into dinner if you catch my drift
✿ but i think you'd intrigue him so much that he just couldn't kill you
✿ he probably wouldn't bring you around his family
✿ probably lowkey stalks you before and after you start dating
✿ he definitely just takes you out to bars and calls that a date
✿ don't think he'd do anything really romantic like taking you out to dinner
✿ if he did, he'd probably make you pay
✿ he would give you gifts that he stole from his victims, like jewellery and clothes
✿ extremely possessive, duh
✿ any man that looks in your direction will be found dead in his own home
✿ once the two of you became more serious, he'd introduce you to his family
✿ carefully, of course, he didn't want to scare you away
✿ you'd probably meet cook first, as he's the most relatively normal one
✿ you'd meet him when you went to visit johnny at work at the gas station
✿ johnny would get more comfortable and invite you around to his house and the family house
✿ he knew if you got too freaked out and wanted to leave him, he'd always have the upper hand, no matter how hard it would be to kill you it was family first
✿ if you reacted well to meeting his family, let's just say you'd better plan to stick around forever
✿ i imagine bubba would love you the most out of all of the sawyers, if you're kind to him he'd melt like an ice cream
✿ hitchhiker and sissy would probably like you, too, although you found them a little eccentric
✿ cook would like you if you helped around the house
✿ now, nancy would probably be conflicted about you. she wouldn't like that you distract her johnny from his work and his family, but she wouldn't do anything against you because she could tell how happy you made johnny
✿ just don't stay alone with her too long
✿ johnny would bring you to his shack, but you'd have to clean up after him
✿ how on earth does he live with all of those beer bottles on the floor???
✿ i'm sure you'd have to tell him that you love him first as he isn't one to share his feelings
✿ and he probably wouldn't even say it back that first time
✿ he's not the type of guy for marriage, and he doesn't have the money for it anyway
✿ if you really wanted it, he'd steal you a ring and just call you his wife
✿ overall, he's toxic, but he does love you. he's just a product of his environment, and if he'd grown up with any other family he'd be the best boyfriend ever
summary- you and robin are newfound friends, but you wish you were something more. little did you know, so did she. you were both too afraid of admitting your own feelings
tags- song fic 'red wine supernova' by chappell roan, fluff, kind of angst, 'one-sided' pining, sex references, mention of drinking, the joys of a first homoerotic friendship
lowercase intended
this is lowkey trash and all over the place, but i had the idea and thought it was cute. hope you enjoy my first fic <3
i'm in the hallway waiting for ya, mini skirt and my go-go boots
"we're gonna be late!" you exclaimed, standing outside of robin's bedroom.
you had recently befriended robin buckley, one of the band geeks of hawkins high, and somehow convinced her to go to a party thrown by tommy h. not only is she your new friend, she is also your longtime crush, but that was a secret between you and your diary.
that led you to this moment, where you were standing in the hallway outside of robin's bedroom waiting for her to get ready and contemplating your life actions. robin did say that you could stay in her room while she changed, yet you knew yourself better than that. even if you were turned around and forcing your attention on the most mundane object in her room, you were sure to die of embarrassment, thinking about her bare body standing mere feet away from you.
"would you chill out? i'm getting ready for a party i didn't even want to go to, nor was i invited to for that matter," she reminded you and you leaned your head on the wall behind you.
"half the people at those parties weren't invited, he's not gonna point out you in particular," you told her and you saw her head pop out of the door.
"i look like a fucking idiot and i can't zip up this dress. let's just not go," robin decided. your body was on autopilot when you turned the corner into her room and grabbed her arm. the touch of her soft skin against your own was almost enough to make you forget what you were even doing, as she stared at you waiting for you to say something.
"let me zip it for you." your voice came out in almost a whisper as you were still kind of stunned from the previous interaction. and don't get me wrong, the two of you have touched each other before, even held hands, but you weren't sure if you would ever get over this phase.
"fine. but don't break it. maybe i can return it after tonight," robin thought aloud, which made you frown.
i just want you to make a move, so slow down, sit down, it's new
"robin, you look... i mean, this dress... it's so nice."
you mentally facepalmed at yourself. obviously she looked beautiful. this was not the first time you chickened out on complimenting her and it surely wouldn't be the last. you were honestly just saving yourself from the inevitable embarrassment. you couldn't handle the 'i only see you as a friend' from robin, that would just be the point where you would genuinely hope the ground would swallow you whole. or that you'd get hit by a car. or that the world would end.
"thanks, you can have it if you want it. it would probably look better on you anyway," robin commented, and you could feel the all too familiar feeling of warmth rising to your face.
"no..." you shook your head. you wanted to tell her that the dress looked like it was made personally for her. it showed off all her curves in a way that wasn't too revealing, but it was just enough to catch your eye as you glanced over her body in a manner that was not as discreet as you hoped.
in an attempt to change the subject, you yet again grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her out of the room.
"let's go before all the attendees get too bored and start having sex in every room," you suggested. her lack of resistance was a shock as she willingly let you drag her out of the house.
"now, how are we even getting there? if you plan on drunk driving me home then you're even worse of an influence than i thought," robin wondered, leaning back on the hood of your car.
"i was just thinking we could walk. it's not too far from here." robin groaned at your suggestion before standing up straight.
"fine, but you can carry me on the way back," robin agreed.
i just wanna get to know ya, guess i didn't quite think it through
once the two of you made it to the party, you began drinking whatever anyone would hand you in a red solo cup. you guys were stuck inside of your own bubble, accidentally ignoring everyone around you to just speak to each other. you each spoke about your families and your deepest fears, but there was always that one thing on the tip of your tongue that you couldn't force out.
not here, you'd tell yourself, someone might hear and then everyone will know.
as if she could read your mind, robin narrowed her eyes and asked, "what's on your mind?"
"oh, it's nothing," you promised her, not realizing your dilemma was so evident on your face. or maybe she could just read you that well already.
"right... well i just told you about how i literally peed my pants a year ago, so i think we can talk about anything." her blue eyes pierced into your soul, and you so badly wanted to tell her what you were thinking about. another day.
"i was just thinking about how embarrassing it is to pee your pants," you lied and she giggled, that giggle that would've had you weak in the knees had you been standing.
"okay, you jerk, i'm sure you've done embarrassing things too." she pushed your shoulder lightly.
"not yet," you told her. she shook her head, wondering why you were such an enigma, and why it always felt like there was something you weren't telling her. for a moment you snapped out of your bubble to notice everyone around you was either making out or passed out, just as you had predicted. "maybe we should take this as our cue to leave."
this caused robin to notice her surroundings for the first time and jokingly gag, which caught the attention of one of the girls who was kissing some guy. she just glared back at her, and robin jumped up.
"yeah, let's go before this girl beats the shit out of me," robin, wide eyed, agreed. the two of you clumsily rushed out of the front door, passing more and more couples until you finally made it out into the night.
there was a breeze in the air, but it wasn't too cold. you hoped that robin wasn't cold, because you didn't bring a jacket to offer her. she hoped the same about you.
fell in love with the thought of you, now i'm choked up, face down, burnt out
now, you were laying next to her in her bed. wearing her spare pjs, literally surrounded by her scent. you couldn't sleep, because you were thinking about the girl beside you, as you often did in the middle of the night. usually in your own bed, though, so being near her was making it much worse. you had half a mind to just leave, but you didn't know if you'd ever have the opportunity to sleep in her bed ever again. you certainly wouldn't once she found out what you were, or so you thought.
you felt her shuffle closer to you, and you tensed up. she had been jerking about the bed the whole time, but you didn't expect her to unconsciously move closer to you.
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