babes hi how are you?! we havent heard from u in ages!!
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Hi! i am good hru! sigh i’m so sorryyy ive just been so busy recently, and finals are coming up so it’s adding more to my plate! i’m slowly working on the next chapter bit by bit :((
IN WHICH ✶ Rafe Cameron is the last person Y/n should ever be acquainted with—her friend’s older brother, a cocky Kook, and the guy her and her friends despise most. He doesn’t want to get caught with a Pogue, and she doesn’t want to be caught with a Kook—especially him. But no matter how wrong it is, she’s still his dirty secret… and he’s hers.
warnings! nsfw (MDNI) 18+
“That’s a big fuckin’ wave, Jayj.” You turn your head to look at him, giving him a teasing smile. “You sure you can surf that?” A small chuckle leaving your lips as you ask.
“I don’t know…I’ll die trying.” He shrugs his shoulders, “You only live once.” He grins as she begins to move towards the wave.
You shake your head as you watch JJ paddle out, “He’s insane.” You mutter under your breath, looking out towards Kie, John B, and Sarah—who weren’t too far away on their boards.
“I’m just mad he beat me to it!” John B shouted loud enough for you to hear, his laugh loud. You slowly paddled towards the group, your eyes all on JJ as he quickly moved against the wave, planting his feet up in one fluid motion on the board as he rode the swell. His smile was big as he let the wave guide him.
“WOOHOO! Let’s fucking go!” You cheered, cupping your hands around your mouth to make your voice sound louder.
“Yeah, JJ!” Kie shouts from behind you as you all watch JJ paddle back towards the group.
“My boy.” John B grinned, patting JJ’s shoulder, looking impressed.
“I want this one.” You say out loud, paddling towards the wave.
“You got that, Y/N.” Kie nodded her head, eyes on you until her attention switched to the sound of engines on the sand. “Seriously?” She groaned, which caught the attention of the others, who had turned their heads back as well. “They couldn’t have parked anywhere else?” Kie muttered, her attention turning back to you.
Your hands quickly pushed up against the board, bringing you to your feet, balancing yourself as you rode the wave, hips guiding your direction as you curved. “Woohoo!” You cheered, your smile huge as you neared the end— until your balance faltered at the sight of Rafe Cameron stepping out of his black Range Rover.
The water swallowed you whole, but you quickly surfaced, brushing your wet hair out of your face. You paddled back to your friends, praying to the Gods they didn’t catch onto the fact you lost balance because of a certain someone.
Rafe popped his trunk open, slipping his Ray-Bans on before grabbing the cooler full with—probably just liquor. He slings his towel over his shoulder, grabbing his folded beach chair with his free hand and walking along the hot sand that kept slipping into his Birkenstocks.
He set the cooler down, then unfolded his chair next to it, throwing the towel over the back. Once he settled in his chair he opened the cooler, digging around for a Corona. “Rafe, get me a Seagram’s.” Rafe’s head looks up at Indi’s voice.
“What kind?” He asks, grabbing his Corona first.
“Uh…the pineapple one.” Indi says, sitting down in her own beach chair snapping open her tanning oil.
“Here.” Rafe hands her the ‘cooler’, “I don’t know how you drink that fruity shit.” He makes a face of slight disgust, his nose scrunching.
Indi grabs it from his hand. “And I don’t know how you drink all that beer, but you don’t hear me complaining.” She shrugs her shoulders with a knowing look before clamping the bottle cap between her teeth, popping it open.
“I don’t know how you do that.” Rafe shook his head, passing his beer to Indi, silently asking her to open his.
“Strong teeth.” Indi grins, clacking her teeth together in a wide smile before popping the cap off for Rafe.
“Thanks.” Rafe mutters, taking a long sip as he lets his gaze drift over at the water. Noticing the pogues—you specifically. He’s never actually seen you surfing before, but you’ve talked about it numerous times though.
“If they pick a fight over some dumb waves I'm ending it all.” Rafe says flatly—looking over at Topper and Kelce jogging towards the water with their boards under their arms. Knowing how those two get when it comes to surfing? A fight was almost always guaranteed.
“Those pogues should’ve just stayed on their side of the island.” Ruthie comments—and Rafe almost rolls his eyes at her annoying voice, looking over at Indi to catch her reaction.
Indi stayed silent, watching as Ruthie sat beside her friend—who was equally as annoying.
“Pogues always ruin everything…” Ruthie’s friend—Ellie says. She was a complete airhead. “Do you think pogues thrift for fun…or for…like life?” She asks, sidetracking the conversation.
Indi slowly turns her head to Rafe, making a face of confusion. “Is she dumb?” She mouths. Rafe shrugs his shoulders, shaking his head in disbelief.
Rafe slightly leans forward in his chair, forearms resting on his knees, his beer hanging loosely between his fingers as his focus was on you. He watched as you sat on your board now, watching and cheering for your friends as you waited for a wave you liked.
“You’re staring.” Indi chimes in, interrupting Rafe’s thoughts.
“Huh—what? No.” Rafe straightens slightly, turning his head, quickly dismissing the girl’s accusations. “I’m just watching Top and Kelce.” Rafe shook his head, making up an excuse.
“Hm, sure.” Indi hummed, letting out a quiet laugh, rubbing her tanning oil over her arms.
Rafe leans back into his chair, slowly taking a sip of his beer. He subtly side eye’s Indi before shifting his attention back onto you, starting to doubt the dark tint of his sunglasses.
He watches as you paddle towards a wave, quickly planting your feet and riding the swell as you easily stay balanced. The smile on your face was impossible to miss, and before he could catch himself, Rafe's own expression changed into a small smile. He slightly shook his head in amusement, slowly taking another sip of his beer.
It wasn’t long until a problem started.
“This one’s mine.” Topper called out, and all of you turned at the sound of his voice.
“Yeah?” JJ tilted his head, glancing at the incoming wave.
“Yeah.” Topper started to paddle towards it without another word.
“You got that, Top.” Kelce encouraged his friend.
JJ looks at John B for a reaction before saying, “Hope you don’t mind if I join.” He grins, paddling towards the same wave.
“Yo—hey!” Topper exclaims, whipping his head over in time to see JJ cutting in on the same wave, caught off guard by the situation—Topper falls off his board. You couldn’t help but laugh along with your friends—it was kinda funny.
“Hey! blatant poach, man!” Rafe yells from the sand, his voice making your head turn.
“What the hell was that!” Ruthie shouts after Rafe.
You held eye contact with Rafe for a second, a small grin on your face before turning your head back to the scene in front of you.
“Classic pogue shit, man.” Topper huffs, swinging his leg over to straddle his board.
“It’s not that deep, bro.” Kie replied simply, watching Topper and Kelce complain.
The sun was starting to set, causing the sky to turn a pretty mix of orange and pink. The waves had calmed down, and the wind was starting to carry a breeze that was cold.
“Did someone grab my towel?” You ask, shaking off the sand in your slides, one hand up against the Twinkie to steady yourself and the other shaking your shoe.
“Yeah, I grabbed everyone’s. It’s in a pile in the back.” John B jerked his head toward the small mountain of towels.
“Look,” Kie muttered under her breath, you all turned your head to where she was looking. Ruthie and her friend heading your way.
You exchanged a look with Kie and rolled your eyes, “She can never quit it, can she?” You say slipping your slides back on.
“Need something, Ruthie?” You ask in irritation, hands coming up to rest on your hips.
Ruthie stopped a few feet ahead of you guys, crossing her arms over her chest like she owned the place. “You pogues ever get tired?”
“Of?” You raised your eyebrow.
“Stepping on our side of the island?” Ruthie tilted her head, trying to antagonize you.
“It’s the beach, Ruthie.” You scoff, throwing a hand up in frustration. “Does your daddy own the sand?” You look her up and down.
“Stay on your side of the island.” She gets close to you.
“Or what?” You ask, pushing the limits.
“You’ll finally realize you’re not nearly as untouchable as you believe you are.” Ruthie laughs bitterly. “You act all big and bold, like screwing a couple kooks suddenly puts us on the same level.”
“Oh—fuck you, Ruthie.” You laugh right in her face, already turning to walk away, ending the conversation but—Ruthie has other plans.
“What did you say?” She pushes you hard the second your back is towards her.
You whip around at the force, “I said fuck you.” You repeated yourself, not hesitating to push her back just as hard.
Ruthie steps forward quickly, throwing the first punch. Her fist hits your nose hard. You barely even register the blood starting to leak—you’re already throwing a punch back.
The other kooks start rushing over to watch the fight like it’s some show. “Yo—Rafe, Rafe, Rafe.” Indi repeatedly smacks Rafe's chest in excitement.
“What.” Rafe snaps in irritation, annoyed that his peace just got interrupted.
“Ruthie and Y/N are fighting.” Indi’s already on her feet, ignoring the hot sand on her feet as she jogged towards the fight.
Rafe glances back, “Oh, shit.” He chuckles, getting up from his beach chair and walking over there without any urgency.
“Yeah—fuck her up!” Kiara shouts, letting you handle it yourself—she didn’t plan on intervening until it got ugly.
John B and JJ were laughing at how fuckin’ ridiculous Ruthie looked. Her punches are messy and her hair is all over her face. “Man, pope and cleo are gonna be pissed they’re missing this.” JJ comments, big grin on his face.
“We should go break it up now—.” Sarah mutters, already feeling uneasy, she’s never liked fights that much.
Kie is about to respond but sees Ruthie’s friend cut in—starting to throw punches at you. “Bro—hey!” Kie rushes in, trying to pull her away. Ellie spins around to grab a handful of Kie’s hair. “Bitch—are you serious?” Kie pushes her away, fixing her hair before swinging a punch of her own.
“Alright—shit, that’s enough!” Topper shouts, wrapping his arms around Ruthie’s waist, who was still swinging blindly, hoping to land something.
Sarah tries to intervene, pushing Kie and Ellie away from each other. “Okay—bitch, back up!” Sarah snaps at Ellie, pulling Kie away.
You and Ruthie are still rushing towards each other, Toppers struggling to hold Ruthie back—you manage to land one more good punch before you feel hands around your waist, pulling you back. “Hey—!” You shout, ready to yell at who was holding you back, but you freeze when you see Rafe.
He was holding you back.
“All this shit over some stupid waves.” He huffs, setting you down and letting you go. His expression is hard to read, but you can tell he’s annoyed. “You good?” You nod your head, wiping the blood from under your nose with the back of your hand.
“Alright.” Rafe looks at Ruthie. “Are you good?”
“Sure, whatever.” Ruthie huffs out of breath, glaring at you from over Topper's shoulder.
“Problem solved.” Rafe mutters, turning away like nothing happened. “Let’s get outta here.”
You stand there for a second, watching all the kooks walk away, trying to catch your breath. “That bitch is literally insane.” You mutter, getting into the back of the Twinkie.
“Yeah, and who’s that random ass fuckin’ girl.” Kie asks, sitting down next to you.
“I think her name’s Ellie.” Sarah says, sliding into the seat across from you guys. “I don’t know—she’s kind of…irrelevant on figure eight.” Sarah shakes her head and shrugs her shoulders.
“You guys good?” John B asks, looking over from the driver's seat to check in on all of you. “Here.” He throws you a clean rag. “For your nose.”
“Thanks.” You catch it and press it gently to your nostril.
Rafe sneaks downstairs without a problem, knowing how deep Rose and Wheezie sleep, so a little creak here and there won’t hurt.
He unlocks the front door for you, opening it enough for you to slide in, “Hey.” He says under his breath, you walk in, watching as he quietly shuts the door behind you.
“Hi.” You mutter softly, Rafe grabs your hand without another word and leads you upstairs to his room.
The second you two step foot into his room he locks the door with a quiet click. You slip your shoes off by his dresser before walking over to sit at the edge of his bed. Rafe follows, the bed sinking at the combined body weight.
“Lemme look at your face.” Rafe says simply, voice low and hoarse. His hand comes up to gently lift your jaw, turning your face to examine it.
“Jesus.” He sighs, thumb running over the faint bruises. He turns your face the other way, looking at your nose. “She got you good.”
“I know.” You huff in annoyance. “She caught me off guard, I didn’t think she would swing.” Rafe’s hand drops from your jaw, his eyes flickering down at your hand before reaching for it. “She shoved me when my back was towards her.”
“Pussy move.” Rafe comments, rubbing slow circles over your knuckles with his thumb.
“Well—yeah, Ruthie’s a pussy.” You let out a dry laugh, shaking your head.
“She got your lip too.” Rafe’s thumb lifts up to gently rub over the cut on your lip.
“Who won? Be honest.” You ask, a small grin forming on your face.
“I think you won,” Rafe nods his head. “It wasn’t a bad fight, you both got good hits. You were smart with your swings, Ruthie was just being messy.”
“Yeah…but…I bled…” You mumble under your breath, a bit embarrassed. “I don’t think she did.”
“C’mon—the bitch bled all over my fuckin’ car the whole ride back.” Rafe shook his head with a light laugh.
“She did?” Your eyes slightly widen at that.
“Yeah.” He grinned, nodding his head. “Nose wouldn’t stop bleeding, she was bitchin’ the whole time too. Complaining about her face, about you, about everything.”
“When does she not bitch out, though?” You quietly laugh, a small giggle following.
“I seriously don’t know why Topper’s with her.” Rafe’s nose scrunched up in distaste. “Ruthie runs him around like a dog.”
“Topper’s always loved to get bossed around though, no?” You laugh, asking him.
“Yeah—you’re not wrong.” Rafe shakes his head with a laugh. “Look—Top’s my man, but…” He tilts his head, trying to figure out how to word this. “He seriously needs to get with better girls.”
It goes silent for a couple seconds, it wasn’t uncomfortable nor unbearable. It was easy. “Who fixed you up, hm?” Rafe asks, tone light and a bit teasing.
“Sarah.” You respond simply.
Rafe nods, “Figured.” He sighs, “She freak out?”
“A little.” You shrug, “You know how she is about fights.” You add, “Told me I should’ve just walked away.”
“Sounds like her.” He nods his head in amusement.
Rafe’s eyes linger on yours, then flickering to your lips, then back up to your eyes. “You looked hot, by the way.” He grinned.
“Shut up.” You lightly shove his shoulder, fighting your smile.
“No, I'm serious.” Rafe insists. “You looked hot—knowing you can fight…it’s hot.” He shrugs.
“How in the world is that hot?” You shake your head, not believing him.
“Because you can handle your own.” Rafe nods his head in a dramatic manner, “I’m being for real, Y/N.” A soft laugh escapes his lips.
You scoff, shaking your head. “Whatever.”
“Yeah, whatever.” Rafe mockingly repeats after you. His hand lifts up to cup your cheek, “Tell me if this hurts.” He whispers before leaning in to kiss you.
Rafe was gentle, being careful with your cut lip. It stung at first, but you didn’t mind it. You brush your hand up to hold onto his bicep. “Hmm…” You hum, enjoying the sensation. Rafe pulled away, a small string of saliva connecting you two.
“It hurt?” He asks.
“No, not really.” You shake your head.
“Good.” He leans in again, this time the kiss was almost…desperate. Without breaking it, his hand moved to hold onto your side, scooting himself back up against his headboard. The movement pulls you with him until you’re straddling his lap.
You slowly grind down on his growing boner, “You’re so fuckin’ hot.” Rafe groans, pulling away to start peppering kisses down your neck. Your eyes close in pleasure.
Rafe couldn’t help himself, his mouth found a soft spot of your neck, and he sucked down a little too hard. “Sorry—.” Rafe mumbles against your skin, before going back in to suck the same spot.
“Hm..” You hum at the sharp sting, “Rafe…” You sigh, like you were warning him.
“I know…I know…” He goes back to peppering light—soft kisses before reluctantly pulling away to talk. “I’ll let you give me one…” He leans in for a quick peck, leaning back to tug his shirt over his head, throwing it somewhere on his bed.
You follow suit, taking off your hoodie. “Wow, no bra. You’re freaky.” Rafe teases, gawking down at your boobs.
“Shut up.” You laugh lightly.
Rafe’s hands are low on your waist, one of his palms sliding down to cup your ass as you slowly grind against him. The same hand soon comes up behind your neck, tugging you down towards his neck, like he was desperate for a fuckin’ hickey.
You pull back to look at him. “You sure?” You ask, searching his face for confirmation. “Thought you didn’t do hickies?” A teasing grin spreads across your face.
“S’only fair.” Rafe lazily nods.
“Okay..” You say quietly, leaning in to press a soft kiss just below his jaw. You take your time, teasing—licking—biting. Your teeth grazes his skin, just enough to make him tense, your tongue tracing the spot afterwards.
“Quit teasin’.” Rafe whispers, voice rough and low.
A quiet giggle slips from your lips before finally finding a good spot. You peck the skin, then open your mouth to suck, holding it for a few seconds so the bruise could form. You could hear his breath stutter from the sensation.
You couldn’t help but like it, the idea of Rafe letting you mark him up like he was yours.
“Shit…” Rafe exhales sharply, his eyes on your every movement as you pull away. You don’t stop for long, going back to press slow kisses down his chest, stopping a moment here and there to suck another hickey. Your body shifting lower against his. “Y/N…”
“This okay?” You mumble as you sit up. Your fingers trace the waistband of his sweats, just barely dipping beneath the fabric.
“More than okay.” Rafe nods his head, lifting his hips up enough for you to tug his sweatpants down. Your thumbs hook into the fabric of the waistband, once you’ve pulled it down far enough—he takes over, using his legs to kick the sweats off. Just leaving him in his boxers.
You reach into his boxers, pulling his hard cock out. You let out a small giggle at Rafe twitching, desperate for your touch. You lean over his tip, letting your spit slowly drip down. You took your time, looking up at Rafe who was looking down at you, giving him that teasing look in your eyes before you licked a long stripe up his shaft.
“You’re a fuckin’ tease, baby.” Rafe lets out a low laugh, his hand coming up to grab a fistful of your hair. “Quit actin’ up.” He warns you.
You smile, wrapping your hand around the base of his cock, your tongue licking his sensitive tip before fully wrapping your mouth around him.
“Fuck—yeah.” Rafe groans, slightly thrusting up into your mouth, all while pushing your head down. You suck on his head, pulling off to spit all your saliva onto it. “You’re so pretty…” Rafe’s breath stutters as he watches you kiss his tip.
You hollow out your cheeks when you go down on him, gagging from his tip hitting your reflex. Embarrassingly so—Rafe almost cums just at the look of your face. “Get up.” He gently yanks you up, hurriedly switching positions so you’re laying on your back.
He pulls your sweatpants and underwear down in a hurry—like he was feenin’ for you. He wraps his arms around your thighs, holding you up against his skin. He slaps his tip against your clit, rubbing it—and dragging it along your folds, teasing you, before he aligns his cock—slowly slipping in.
You softly gasp at the burning pleasure, his cock going in deeper and deeper until he bottomed out. “Rafe…” You quietly hum.
“Feels s’good.” Rafe murmured. Thrusting in and out of you, starting at a slow-easy pace. “Like it when you say m’name.” He mumbles lazily, his focus entirely on you.
His pace starts to quicken with a need. “Fuck..” He starts pounding, thrusts becoming lazy, feeling the pleasure build up second by second. He pulls out, you exhale a breath as the sudden loss. “Turn around.” Rafe’s hands find your waist, helping you turn to lay on your stomach, “Yeah—yeah, ass up.” You arch your back into the position, knees coming up. He slips it in, not wasting a second.
“Fuck—you feel so good.” Rafe moans. His hands have a tight grip on your hips, pounding harder with each thrust, his cock hitting another angle with this position.
His gaze was locked on the way your ass recoiled every time he pounded into you, the sight addicting to Rafe. The sound of your skin clapping together…he was losing it.
“Rafe…faster…” Your words come out all mumblely, barely audible from the way your face was hidden in your arms.
“Say that again, baby.” Rafe asks through huffed breaths.
“Faster..” You turn your head to the side, looking over your shoulder.
“Yeah—okay, baby…” Rafe nods his head, picking up the pace. He was twitching like a man on drugs, the pleasure becoming too much—driving him insane.
“..I—ugh, fuck.” He stuttered, choking on his words. “I’m close…” He mutters under his breath, but instead of going faster—or going harder—he pulls out again. Quickly rolling you over onto your back again, the sudden switch in position makes you quietly gasp.
Rafe’s hands massage your thighs, “S’good for me.” He moves down your body, pressing light teasing kisses to your inner thighs. He presses a gentle kiss to your clit before his tongue traces your wet slit.
“Shit—.” You try—and fail to moan quietly. Your hands go up to grab Rafe's head, pulling on his hair.
“Shh, baby. Quiet.” He whispers, his tongue fucking into you. His hand hooks under your thigh, the other softly massaging your clit with his thumb—stimulating you in the best way. Rafe was so good at making you—feel good. It was unexplainable. The way his tongue was fucking you—God, it was like all your troubles were lifted.
You whimper, legs trying to close shut from the pleasure, but Rafe holds them down firmly. “Keep ‘em open.” He mumbles.
You bite your lip, trying to keep all your noises at bay. “Fuck….” You squirm, grinding your face against Rafe's tongue. He licks his tongue up to your clit, sucking on the sensitive bud, making you whimper.
Rafe sits back up, wrapping your legs around his waist before slipping his cock back in. His pacing starts out fast, needy and desperate. He's leaning over you, hands planted by the sides of your face so he could pound into you easier.
Rafe looked at you—like he was really looking at you. He watched as your teeth latched onto your bottom lip, the way your face twisted every time he hit the spot, the way your eyes fluttered shut every now and then.
His fingers wrapped around your throat—rough in a way that felt good. “So fuckin’ sexy.” Rafe's voice was low and rough—a clear need in its tone. His pounding becomes relentless—yet messy. You could feel the way his fingers would just—ever so slightly tighten up around your neck.
“I’m close, Rafe…” Your voice is so soft—and fucking whiny.
Rafe loves it.
“Come for me, baby.” Rafe’s breaths come out heavy, his hand around your throat ungripping to move down to your clit, rubbing it in circles as he continues to thrust into you. “Wan’ you coming on my cock.” His words come out all rough and desperate.
You grab the back of his neck, pulling him down to you, “I’m coming—.” You muttered before leaning in for a kiss. It wasn’t clean and practiced. It was messy and emotional, like Rafe was losing his mind.
When Rafe pulls away, it feels like time has frozen. You and Rafe stare each other down. Rafe’s face is easy to read, he looks hesitant and scared, like he’s experiencing something new. He’s lost in your eyes, the way you look at him like a person, like he was worth the world.
“Remember to pull out.” Your voice brings him back to reality.
“Y-yeah.” He nods his head, choking on his words.
A moment later he pulls out, hand wrapped around his cock as he cums on your stomach. His breathing is heavy and uneven.
“You’re buying my plan b.” You lightly laugh, breaking the slight tension between you two.
“Yeah—yeah. I’ll get it before I drop you off.” He shakes his head, softly chuckling. Rafe reaches over into his night table and pulls out some tissues, cleaning your stomach up with the paper towel, then moving to clean up around your thighs.
“Thank you,” You softly mumble, moving to sit up, but Rafe stops you.
“Let’s just lay down for a bit…I'll drive you home after.” Rafe suggests, laying down beside you, pulling the covers over your bodies.
“Oh…okay.” You nod your head, turning to face Rafe in bed, he pulls your head close to his chest. You can hear how fast his heart is beating.
You and Rafe are crossing a line that the both of you knew you shouldn’t be crossing.
But deep down, you didn’t mind.
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note; i hope the surfing scene was decently described! i had to watch so many videos of ppl surfing lol
hiii, do u have any specific dni's? i love ur writing btw :))
hi anon! i don’t have really specific dni (obviously the basic dni criteria). some of my works will contain nsfw so minors please do not interact with those!
hey! when are you planning on releasing the next chap of dirty little secret ?? its such a great series :)
hii anon! i don’t have a scheduled release, i update when i can since my life can be a bit busy! I’ve started a little bit of chapter five but not too sure when i’ll be finished! thank you for enjoying!
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