a/n: after reading a million imagines on here i decided to write one myself. i’m extremely rusty on my writing and have admittedly never really written much fanfiction/imagines before so go easy on my but also give me feedback please!!
word count: 2.5k
warnings: cussing, underage drinking, sexual innuendos, implied smut
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As you stared at your reflection in the mirror and slid your hands over your dress for what felt like the millionth time, all your mind could think of was what his reaction would be. Your thoughts were completely and utterly consumed with him.
Summary: rafe lost you, ward kicked him out, now he doesn’t know where to go.
AN: i hate the ending 😂 but the OBX season 2 trailer inspired me. (also, can’t remember who i got this gif from but credit to its owner)
You always thought that you and Rafe would always stick together, through thick and thin. There’s was a time when you thought your relationship could actually make it past the drama of the Outer Banks.
But there was something that held more importance over you and that was his very rapid addiction to some hard drugs. You were friends with JJ Maybank, you being one of the few Kooks he could actually stand, and he told you that he was spotted on the Cut at Barry’s.
You knew you had to confront him about what was going on with him. He was angry, impulsive, reckless, his behavior was unpredictable and you no longer felt safe with him.
Of course hearing you say you felt unsafe was like a knife to the heart for him. Rafe’s worst fear was the moment you no longer saw him as your safe place. His anger got the best of him and though he wasn’t angry with you, his words made it seem as such.
You were trying to keep the situation from escalating but when Rafe was high that was the only outcome. He began yelling at you, throwing things and only seeing the look on your face did he stop.
He could see the look of fear and unfamiliarity all over your face and it was his fault. You didn’t even recognize the person you had been with for two years. You grabbed your things and left, not saying a word to him on the way out.
That was over a week ago. You hadn’t spoken to Rafe since nor did you want to. You frequented your other friends and avoided any of his hot spots.
Since you were doing such a great job of not coming into contact with him, you didn’t know how much turmoil he was going through at home.
“God, Rafe, I ask you to do one thing and you can’t even do that right.” Ward scolded him. “Dad, I didn’t-“ Rafe started. “No, I don’t want to hear another excuse from you. All you have are excuses and you never change.” Ward continued. “I forgot to pick up Wheezie on time it’s not like I left her there.” Rafe sassed back.
“Again, one simple task. You just keep screwing up.” Ward said. “What do you want me to do, dad? All I do is try to please you and even that’s not enough. Sorry we all can’t be like Sarah.” Rafe said. “I want you out of this house.” Ward told him.
Rafe’s blood ran cold not thinking his father would actually kick him out. “What? You can’t be serious.” He said. “Oh I am. Pack your belongings and get out.” His father told him before leaving the room.
What was he supposed to do now? Where was he supposed to go? He didn’t know where he would stay. Topper and Kelce weren’t his true friends, would they let him crash?
He was finally out of options. Rafe packed his things, grabbing everything he thought he would need and walked out of his house. He felt his truck keys in his pocket and realized that his father never said to leave the car.
If worse comes to worse, he could sleep in the truck. Rafe drove around for hours, trying to figure out where to go. He didn’t even realize he was crying until he felt a tear hit the hand that was holding up his head.
All he could think about was you. How all he wanted to do to make himself feel better was be with you. You always knew the right things to say when his father went a little too far. But he was the reason you left. Rafe was just like his dad and took it too far.
You were just trying to get him to see that he was going down a dangerous path and he didn’t want to hear it. He threw the life he wanted with you down the drain the second he made you feel unsafe.
Without even realizing it, Rafe was parked in front of your house. But he couldn’t get the courage to get out of the truck and knock on the door. You didn’t want to see him, you made it perfectly clear every time you crossed the street when you saw him walking in your direction.
Rafe looked up at your window and saw your light on. Then he saw the curtain shift and ducked behind the steering wheel, hoping you didn’t see him.
But you did. You heard the sound of the truck the second it parked in your driveway. You just didn’t know how you could face Rafe. A part of you was still scared of him and his erratic behavior. What if he was high right now and another screaming match would start?
Then you heard the doorbell ring. You froze in your spot, placing the book you were reading face down on your bed. Again, the doorbell rang. You crept down the stairs quietly, hoping that maybe if you didn’t answer, he’d just give up and you wouldn’t have to have the conversation you were avoiding for days.
“Y/N, please. I-I know you hate me and you have every right too, I just don’t know where else to go.” Rafe spoke. You could hear it in his voice that something was wrong.
He didn’t deserve your compassion but with the sound of his voice being so broken, you couldn’t help it.
You opened the front door and saw Rafe with disheveled hair and red, watery eyes. “R-Rafe, what happened?” You questioned meekly. “My dad, he uh, he kicked me out. And for some reason I ended up here.” He answered.
“I just, you are the one person who has always made me feel better and I screwed it up. I’m so sorry, Y/N. You didn’t deserve any of the things I said or did. I told you that you’d always be safe with me and now you’re scared of me.” He continued.
“Rafe, I’m not-“ You started. “No, Y/N, you are. I can see it on your face. And it’s my fault.” Rafe interjected.
You grabbed his hand gently and tried to bring him inside your house. “Y/N,” Rafe started, trying to pull his hand away. “Stop. Just because you screwed up doesn’t mean I don’t still care about you. Rafe.” You said. “I don’t deserve you.” He whispered.
“The addict version of you doesn’t. But the Rafe I fell in love with does.” You said. “I-I can get better. I’ve been trying to get clean since you left but I need you, Y/N. Is there any way you can forgive me for what I did?” He asked.
“In time, yeah. We just need to go slow. Until I know for sure you’re serious about getting clean.” You answered. “We can take all the time you need. I just need you.” He said.
You nodded your head before stepping outside and walking towards his truck. “What are you doing?” He asked. “I’m getting your stuff. You can stay here.” You answered. “Are you sure your parents will be okay with it?” He questioned. “No offense, but my parents hate your dad. They’ll let you stay.” You said.
“I love you, you know that right?” Rafe said. “I love you too.” You replied. “Now come on. I’ll show you the guest room.” You added.
That night you were Rafe’s saving grace. He didn’t know what would’ve happened if you turned him away. You knew deep down that the Rafe was still the person you’ve known for so long. He lost his way and though it was going to be a long road to recovery, you were going to stick by him.
AN: Part 2 to Don’t Do It! tbh i was always going to do a part 2 i just wanted to see if there was a want/need for it and there was so enjoy!
Part 1
Today was the day. The day you were going to get married and spend the rest of your life with Max. And the more times you repeated those words in your head, the more the thought made you sick to your stomach.
Before, you were ecstatic to get married to Max but after Rafe came back you started second guessing everything.
Your mother could see it on your face every time she asked you about where to put the flower arrangements or if you and Max were going to do a private first look.
All she wanted was for you to be happy and she was starting to see that maybe you were marrying to wrong person.
You were standing in your own room at the venue, white dress and all. You just stared at your reflection and it was like some sick joke. You were standing in a wedding dress and you didn’t know if you wanted to be with the man standing at the other end of the altar.
“Honey, are you okay?” Your mom asked. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” You lied. “Y/N,” She started. You were shaking out your hands and the ring on your finger felt like it weighed a thousand pounds.
“Y/N, you know you don’t have to do this if you’re having second thoughts.” Your mom said. “I-I’m not having second thoughts. I’m going to marry Max.” You said, mainly saying it to talk yourself into it.
“Then why do you look like you’re going to throw up?” She asked. “Because Rafe isn’t the one I’m going to end up with.” You blurted out.
Your eyes widened as you covered your mouth with your hand. “I-I don’t think I can do this mom.” You whispered, tears in your eyes.
“Is it because of Rafe?” She asked. “He asked me to leave with him the other night. He still wants to be with me after all this time.” You answered. “Well, do you still love him?” You mother questioned.
You were silent for a moment, really thinking about your feelings for Rafe before you answered or did anything rash.
“Yeah. Yes, I still love him. But it’s too late.” You answered. “It’s never too late. Wait here, I’ll be right back.” She said.
You watched with furrowed brows as she left the room. You began pacing the room, giving yourself a hushed pep talk so you could actually make it down the aisle.
The door opened and you thought it would be your mother but there stood Max instead.
“What are you doing? It’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding.” You joked lightly. “Are you sure there’s going to be a wedding?” He asked gently.
You looked at him as tears welled in your eyes. “My mom told you, didn’t she?” You asked. “Yeah.” He said. “Max, I’m so sorry. I thought I was over him, I thought I had moved on but then he just comes back and it’s like i’m 19 years old again.” You explained.
“Don’t be sorry. He’s your first real love, no one can stand in the way of that. We kind of rushed into this anyways.” Max said. “But you don’t deserve to be left at your wedding.” You spoke.
“Y/N, I love you and if loving you means I have to let you be with the person you truly love, then that’s what I’m going to do.” He said.
You felt terrible for Max. He wanted to marry you, he loved you and get you couldn’t really give him the same feelings back. Not entirely because most of your heart belonged to someone else.
After Max left the room, your engagement ring in his pocket, he returned to where all the guests were seated and looked for Rafe Cameron in the crowd.
The man knew that he was who wanted in the end and he felt you needed to tell him.
“Hey, uh, Rafe can you come with me for a sec?” Max whispered to him. “Uh, sure?” Rafe replied. He followed Max into the back hallway of the venue when he stopped in front of a door.
“What is this?” Rafe asked. “I know we don’t know each other very well but we both love Y/N. But she only chose one of us.” Max answered.
Rafe furrowed his eyebrows as Max walked away. He turned to the door and stepped inside to find you pacing in a white silk robe.
“Y/N? Are you okay?” He asked. “I couldn’t do it. I can’t marry Max because it’s not fair to be with him when all I want to do is be with you.” You said.
“I thought I was fine without you. I thought I moved on from you but when I saw you again it’s like all of that didn’t matter. Even though I should hate you and despise you for what you did but I can’t. Trust me I’ve tried.” You added.
“So, what are you saying?” Rafe asked. “Let’s leave together. If you still want me.” You said.
The room fell into an eerie silence as Rafe was trying to make sure he heard you correctly. “You’re serious?” He questioned. “Yes, I’m serious.” You answered.
Rafe let out a breathy laugh as he walked towards you quickly l. He cupped your face in his hands and kissed you deeply. It was a surreal feeling that the both of you missed.
Everything finally seemed to go right in the world.
“Where do you want to go? We’ll go anywhere. I don’t care as long as I’m with you.” Rafe said when the two of you parted. “I don’t care either. Let’s just drive and never look back.” You said.
Rafe smiled down at you, a part of him thinking this was all too perfect to be true.
“I love you, Y/N.” He said. “I love you too. Now please get me out of here.” You laughed. Rafe didn’t need to be told twice and he grabbed your hand and led you out of the room.
Hours after you fled the scene of your wedding that didn’t happen, you were sitting in the front seat of Rafe’s truck watching as the scenery of the North Carolina flashed by you.
“Wanna get married?” Rafe asked. You looked at him before laughing out loud. “I don’t think I can go through that circus again.” You laughed. “Then let’s just go to the court house. We don’t need a fancy party or hundreds of guests. We just need each other.” He said. “We don’t have rings.” You commented.
“We’ll figure that out but just say you’ll do it.” Rafe said. You continued to look at him as he intertwined his fingers with your’s. “Okay, let’s go do this.” You said.
Rafe smiled at you before pressing a kiss to the top of your hand.
It wasn’t the most conventional way to end up with someone but with Rafe, most things were rather unconventional. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.
Summary: it had been three years since the Cameron’s left the Outer Banks without telling a soul. Now Rafe is back and he’s looking for you. But people change a lot in three years.
AN: no murderer rafe in this one but the plot of the season 2 finale is still basically the same. i just didn’t want him to be a murderer lol
part 2?? yes? no?
Part 2
It was early September in the Outer Banks, the Summer heat and humidity was fading away and the leaves were changing colors.
In the crisp wind, you stood in front of Tannyhill, watching as the large oak trees swayed back and forth. Your favorite memory with your ex boyfriend was lying under the trees as the red and orange leaves fell around you.
But any possibility of doing that again was thrown completely out the window when the Cameron’s left town. They left without a word to anyone, even Wheezie didn’t tell a soul.
You thought you meant more to Rafe Cameron but apparently you were wrong. He was your boyfriend of three years and he didn’t even have the courtesy to tell you he was leaving.
It hurt more than you thought it would, standing in front of the large house but it was an inescapable eye sore. Always there to remind you that there was something more important to your boyfriend than you.
After Rafe left and the Pogues disappeared, you had to find a way to move on. You became closer friends with Topper when he came to UNC at Chapel Hill for school. You had been going there for a year when he started going to school there.
He was the one who introduced you to Max. The two were in the same fraternity and at your weekly lunch with Topper, he brought Max along.
You and him hit it off and you soon took the leap of faith and agreed to a date with him. That was two years ago and now you were back in the Outer Banks, because you were getting married.
Max proposed six months prior and you were not interested in having a big fancy wedding, much to your mother’s dismay. It was just family and a few close friends in the OBX. That was really all you needed.
You took one last fleeting look at the house before walking back in the direction of the country club. You were meeting Max there for lunch to get away from all the wedding planning.
When you arrived, you spotted your fiancé and made your way towards him.
“I was wondering if you were going to stand me up.” He joked, standing to place a kiss on your cheek. “No, no, just taking a stroll down memory lane.” You answered. “I can’t believe you grew up here. I would have loved to live in a place like this.” Max commented.
“Well, that’s why it’s called paradise on Earth.” You replied. You smiled at Max as he took your hand from across the table.
He saw you before you saw him. He knew the second you entered the restaurant. He always had a sense for when you entered a room or when you left one. He knew you like the back of his hand and seeing you again after so long made him feel a different kind of nervous.
Rafe Cameron had returned silently to the Outer Banks, alone and on his own. He didn’t tell anyone he was coming back, not even Topper. But then again he never told him he was leaving either.
The first thing he did was go get a drink at the country club, his old stomping grounds, to help him build the courage to speak to you after so long.
His plan was knocked off the rails when he saw you walk in and make your way to a table with another man.
It was safe to say that Rafe was jealous. Who was this other guy? Why was he kissing your cheek and holding your hand? Did you not wait for him?
Of course you didn’t wait for him. He didn’t expect you to but a small part of him was hoping you had.
Just go say hi, make a conversation. Rafe thought trying to hype himself up. He knew you wouldn’t cause a scene in the middle of a restaurant.
He downed the rest of his drink before approaching the table.
“Uh, hi Y/N. ” He greeted you. You froze at the sound of his voice and you almost thought you were dreaming. “R-Rafe?” You questioned. “It’s been a while.” He said.
You glared at him and he knew those probably weren’t the best words to use. The former lovers kept a steady gaze on one another, you still not believing he was standing in front of you.
“Y/N,” Max started. “Oh, uh, Max this is an old friend of mine, Rafe. Rafe this is Max, my fiancé.” You said.
A wave is nausea instantly washed over Rafe upon hearing the word ‘fiancé.’ You were engaged and it was all his fault because he left.
His eyes shifted downward to the very large diamond ring on your finger. Lie. Lie and make something up.
“I heard. Rose told me and I just wanted to say congratulations.” He lied. You knew he wasn’t telling the truth. Rose didn’t tell him, this was the first he was hearing of your engagement. You could see it in his eyes.
A part of you felt guilty after seeing the hurt wash over Rafe’s face but that was quickly replaced with anger. He had no right to be hurt when he hurt you first. You moved on with your life because he left you.
“Anyways, I’ll let you guys get on with your day. I just wanted to say hi.” He said before walking away.
Your eyes followed him as he retreated out of the restaurant. It was like you were a lovesick 19 year old all over again and he had you wrapped around his finger.
“Y/N, you okay?” Max asked. You returned your attention back to your fiancé and gave him a wide smile. “Yeah, yeah I’m okay. So, what were you thinking of getting for lunch?” You asked, quickly changing the subject.
The last thing you wanted or needed was to talk about Rafe. You wanted zero questions, zero comments, zero anything having to do with your ex. You needed to move on for good.
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It had been a week since you last saw Rafe. Your wedding was approaching quickly but you couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right.
Everyone asking you about the details, how you were feeling, if you were excited and it all became too much. And all you could think about was Rafe.
You couldn’t take it anymore and you just wanted to leave. Obviously you didn’t up and leave Max but you needed air.
You ended up at the beach, sitting on the sand and watching waves crash on to the shore. “Thought I’d find you here.” Rafe’s voice spoke.
Looking up you saw the man walking towards you before sitting down next to you. “You okay?” He asked. “I haven’t been okay in years, I’m just good at faking it.” You answered. “Why are you marrying him?” Rafe questioned.
You looked over at him, giving him an incredulous look at the fact he’d even have to ask that question. “Because you left. You left for three years and didn’t even tell me. I had to find out from Topper that the person I was in love with just up and left. Without having the decency to even tell me.” You spoke.
“Y/N, I’m sorry,” He started. “You’re too late, Rafe. I tried waiting for you, I really did but you didn’t come back. Apologies won’t fix it this time.” You said.
“I forgave you for a lot of shit when I shouldn’t have but this time I can’t accept a half ass apology.” You added. “I wanted to tell you I was leaving. I was going to come over and tell you and even ask you to come with me. But Rose and my dad, they wouldn’t let me. No one was supposed to know. But I-I wrote you a note. Left it at the house but I’m not surprised you didn’t find it. Rose probably trashed it.” Rafe said.
You looked down at your hands in your lap, not knowing what to say to him. “I was so in love with you, I never wanted to leave you behind. I still love you and I know it’s not my place to say this after what I put you through but don’t do it. Don’t marry Max. I can tell you don’t really want to. Leave with me. We can leave right now and go wherever you want. Just, please don’t do it.” He pleaded.
You wished it was as easy as just running away with him but you knew what that would do to Max, your family, his family. It would crush them and you didn’t want to do that to them.
“I-I’m sorry, Rafe. I can’t. I’ve loved you since I was 16 but I can’t do that to Max. He’s a good man and for some reason he wants to marry me. I’m sorry.” You finally said.
You stood up quickly and began walking away from him. “I’ll be there. We were friends once and I’ll be there to support you.” He called. You closed your eyes momentarily as you stopped walking, trying to collect yourself.
Rafe watched you hesitate before continuing to walk away from him. He didn’t want to give up hope that you’d be his but it seemed that he was too late.
warnings: swearing, drinking, injuries and blood (no detailed description)
summary: While confronting Rafe about Midsummers, he opens up to you about his problem with Ward, and you find a way to help him. The kook vs. pogue feud gets worse when partying at the Boneyard.
a/n: hello there, been a while :) i promised a bigger part this time so hope you’ll enjoy it 💛
...Your phone woke you up 10 minutes later. You reached for the phone that was lying on the bedside table only to see the name ‘Rafe’ on your screen. You hung up.
While he was calling you for the second and third times, you were putting his calls on silent and checking your social media when one disturbing text from Pope popped up, Rafe's one followed right away.
Pope: kooks beat up jj tonight
rafe: stop ignoring my calls, I’m literally outside your house
You haven’t even looked at Rafe's text, swiping it from your screen in a hurry to call Pope. He picked up almost immediately and you heard several voices speaking over each other on the line.
“Pope? What happened?”
“I thought you might know something?”
“I had no idea.”
Pope signed loudly. “He doesn’t say anything, but it’s bad. I just got home with dad, we agreed to meet up with JJ and he stood me up. I came to his house to check if he was okay, he answered the door. That’s when I see his face, Y/n, it’s really bad,” he explained.
You should’ve known better to not let him leave without you, you thought. Or you should’ve at least escort him out. “Where are you right now? Is he with you?”
“We are at the Cheateau. We figured that leaving him like this for his father to see is not the best idea.”
Although JJ didn’t open up to you about his father, you figured that something was wrong by the way he talked about him, the way his mood changed when he was near his house.
You prayed that it was just your imagination, that you were trying to read too much into people. But one time, your worse fears were confirmed. You were heartbroken for him, promising that he could count on you if there was ever to be another incident.
“Oh, God. Is it okay if I come too? He talked about meeting after anyway. I mean, it’s better if we’re all there to distract him. Support him.”
“Sure. Sarah is here too. Kie is coming too,” you heard their voices in the background again.
“Good. Tell JJ that I’m coming for whoever did this. And I’ll be there in 15.”
You had a feeling something was going to go wrong, but you couldn’t even imagine the extent. After you quickly got dressed again, you went downstairs and explained where you are going to your mom.
Where were you going, exactly? Oh, Sarah’s house. Midsummers girls-only afterparty. Your parents trusted you, and you sleeping over at Sarah’s was always a believable scenario. Nine times out of ten, that was the case anyway. However, in desperate situations like this one, it was a perfect cover-up.
“One more question,” you turned to your mom. “Is dad and Mr. Cameron are seriously fighting?”
“They are,” your mom replied. “But it’s nothing to be worried of, and it’s obviously not the first time they pull something of that sort.”
“I have to ask… is this going to affect us?”
“I’m doing everything in my power it doesn’t,” your mom hugged you.
You kissed your mom goodnight, took the keys to the car, and went outside. Motion lights turned on right when you walked out, which was now the only source of light in the street. Right behind your car, you noticed another one.
“Not right now,” you said, annoyed, as Rafe was getting out of his car.
“What do you mean, not right now? Why are you outside then?” He asked, referring to his text. “I want to apologize,” Rafe said, slamming the car door.
“Apologize to the wall, Rafe,” you kept walking towards your car.
“What is your problem? I’m trying to say I’m sorry,” he said again, in the same calm manner.
“What is your problem, you didn’t beat up JJ when you were alone because you wanted it to be the usual 5 on 1?” You snapped at Rafe.
Rafe threw his hands, biting his bottom lip. “What are you talking about? I left when we stopped talking,” he spoke.
“And I’m supposed to believe you?” you asked, opening the door of your car. “It’s not a game, Rafe. Why are you always out there looking for trouble?”
“I didn’t do shit to him. Where are you going so late?” he muttered, looking at you up and down as you fidgeted by your car.
“Sarah’s.” You lied to him. Partially because you thought your mom could still hear you, partially because you didn’t think before speaking, that one answer being the default. You hoped you didn’t have to regret it later.
In theory, you wouldn’t. Sarah told you that Rafe hadn’t been home in three days so it was safe to assume he wouldn’t be there tonight either, especially with all the afterparties on Figure 8. “Hope I don’t run into you there on accident,” you added.
“You don’t have to worry about it, princess. Ward kicked me out. You can go as far as taking my bedroom,” Rafe said, leaning on the car hood.
You stopped, narrowing your eyes, and closed the door of your car shut. “Wait… what?” You couldn’t believe Sarah wasn’t aware of what’s going on in her family. “When?”
“A couple of days ago,” he creased his eyebrows, “he’s not exactly father of the year. That’s why I wore that stupid suit tonight. I couldn’t go home to pick any other outfit, and the one that Rose ordered was still at the tailor’s. Paid for, but not picked up,” he let out a small, sad smile.
“Makes sense you avoided him tonight,” you concluded.
“Quite the opposite. I showed up so he had no choice but to talk to me. Before walking in, I literally stood right in front of him and it was like he saw through me. Allowed me to make an entrance with him, didn’t say a word to me.”
“Unbelievable. Rafe, where do you stay?” You came closer to him, rubbing your hand together as it was a pretty cold night.
“Places,” he shrugged his shoulders, “he didn’t notice this car gone, for now, I can sleep there too,” Rafe paused. “Now that you’re listening to me, I am sorry for talking crap today for no reason. None of that was your fault. And I’m sorry for not thinking about you when blackmailing Carter,” he did think of you when blackmailing Carter.
You listened to his words carefully, letting your guards down. “Is he at least on the island, Rafe? What is it that you have on him that he’s so scared of?”
“I can’t say that,” he smiled. “He kept his end of the bargain. So… did you forgive me, or..?”
“Do you know who beat JJ?” You asked just to be sure.
“Y/n, if there is one thing I did for Maybank today, I saved his ass by threatening Carter into not going. I can’t stand JJ, but Carter’s hatred for him is on another level. I swear I have no idea, but the list of people who’d hurt him is a long one,” Rafe answered.
“Okay. I believe you. You’re still an asshole for what you’ve said to me,” you signed, looking up at him again and he nodded enthusiastically, “but if you need money or a place to stay, I will help.”
“Good to know. You know I can give you a lift, I am super free these days,” Rafe pointed to his car.
“Thank you, Rafe, but I’ll drive myself. Do you have a place to stay tonight?”
“Yeah,” he lied.
“Then I’ll text you sometime soon to know if you’re okay. Or you could call me,” you suggested and he nodded at you. “Good night, Rafe,” you said, and there was a moment of silence between you, crickets chirping quietly as you stared at each other.
“Good night then, Y/n,” he said and got into his car.
As you got into yours, more concerns as to what Rafe can be up to right now popped into your mind. You thought of ideas to help him too.
You got a text from Sarah asking you where you were at, and you enabled sharing your location with her, starting the engine. You looked around to see if Rafe was still in sight, and when you realised he wasn’t, you drove in the direction opposite to Sarah’s house.
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The next morning you woke up in John B’s bedroom, right next to Sarah. The boys were still sleeping in the living room, and Kie must have already got up, judging by the smell of something delicious coming from the kitchen.
JJ, for some reason, still didn’t want to share the details of the fight. You tried talking to him discreetly, saying that you might know these kooks’ secrets to sabotage them.
And it wasn’t just a catch: you knew things about the silver spoon kids that could potentially get them in trouble, it was a mutual agreement of kooks that you keep controversial information about each other a secret from the parents. JJ Maybank had better believed you weren’t afraid to push the buttons. And yet, you had no luck.
As you were still thinking about the last night, you noticed Sarah’s open eyes.
“Good morning,” she said, smiling at you.
“Hi-i-i,” you said as you yawned, thinking about telling Sarah about Rafe right away. “While we’re alone, I need to talk to you about something.”
“Okay.”
“Do you know why Rafe hasn’t been home lately?”
“I...” she pondered, putting her face back on the pillow, “Not really. I think it’s nothing unusual. It’s Rafe, remember him being absent for two weeks after dad found out he quit college?”
“I don’t like being the one to tell you this,” you admitted, “but Ward kicked Rafe out.”
“What?” She raised her voice. “What do you mean, kicked out?” She was confused by the news, stuttering.
“Rafe told me yesterday. You might want to talk to your dad about it,” you suggested quietly and Sarah shook her head.
“I try to stay away from their fights, we all do. It’s not like they would even listen to me. But kicking Rafe out is so out of pocket,” she took her phone to check the notifications. “How come he didn’t even let me know,” she threw it carefully on the bed.
“Speaking of coming clean... Midsummers is over. When are you meeting Topper to tell him you’re done?”
“Tomorrow. I’ll text him a bit later, I haven’t talked to him one-on-one in a week,” she said. You told Sarah about his drunk ass loudly looking for her during Midsummers, which was not something Ward wanted and you both hoped he didn’t witness it. Topper hoped the same too. “About Rafe… I’ll talk to dad right when I get home.”
Your conversation was paused by a knock at the door, and you yelled to the person behind it to come in.
“Good morning, ladies,” JJ flew into the room, “today the Cut is bouncing back from yesterday’s serving the exploiters and evil manic teenagers. Boneyard party is a much more important event of the year!”
“More like, the week,” you corrected.
“Figure 8 can make one event of high quality a year, we’re pulling it off every day. Pogue life,” he exclaimed, giving Pope a high five as he walked into the room. JJ’s hyperactivity after being in a bad situation was something every single one of you looked out for.
“Is the life of the party recovered enough though?” Pope asked JJ.
“I am a picture of health, man,” he said as he posed to himself in the mirror.
You spent another hour with the company, then drove home, promising everyone to be on time for the party. As much as you loved sleeping over, coming home to your own space, bed and bath was blissful. Your parents were already at work, so you had the whole house to yourself.
And that was something you were waiting to take advantage of.
After you threw your things in the living room, you made your way into your parents’ shared office and opened your mom’s desk drawers, hoping to find that one thing that you’ve been thinking about from the moment Rafe left your place yesterday. After five minutes of searching, you succeeded.
You tried putting everything back so everything seemed untouched and left the room, went downstairs for your phone, and opened the tab of recent calls. You pressed Rafe’s contact, colored red from ignoring his calls yesterday.
“Hello?”
“Hi, Rafe,” you smiled after hearing him.
“Hey, Y/n, what’s up?”
“Heard you needed a place to stay?” You teased.
“Uuhh... Was it a reliable source?”
“Meh, I’d pick Scarlet to trust over him.”
“My heart now hurts,” he laughed. “Seriously though, what’s on your mind?”
“I have an apartment. An empty one. You can stay there,” you told him, twisting the key to your uncle’s apartment that you just found. He moved out a while ago, choosing to live on the mainland instead.
“Wait, are you serious?”
“Cameron,” you sighed as you opened your fridge to get some leftover food, “having no roof over your little head is not a laughing matter.”
“Learned from experience,” he replied.
“You can come right now to get the keys. But you have to get the copy so I can put it back.”
“You’re a life savior, Y/n, I’ll be there in 10.”
You could hear the excitement in his voice. And you were glad to help. Having Rafe around all your life, you had a bound. And seeing his life in its current state felt awful.
The last year took a toll on Rafe's relationships with pretty much everyone in his life; when it came to his father though, Ward made his son walk on eggshells a long time before that. Never in a million years, however, would you think that he was capable of kicking his own child out of the house.
You heard Rafe pull up to the front of your house, you waited to stand up to open the door only after he knocked. He was all smiles when you saw him and you let him in.
“Someone’s a little too happy to enter the house,” you commented.
“I won’t even deny it, Ward is a bi-i-i-tch,” he replied and you rolled your eyes as he walked in.
You handed him the key and the paper with an address written on it, “That attitude of yours made you homeless, didn’t it?”
“I’ll reflect on it in my new apartment,” he cheered, taking the keys, and pulled you in his arms. “You have no idea how much of a blessing you are.”
Your heart skipped a bit as you felt his warmth on your body, and you placed your head on his chest as a grin spread across Rafe’s face and his eyes lit up.
“So I’ve heard. But don’t get your hopes too high, it’s not your habitual living conditions,” you said, still in his arms. Truly, the apartment was right between the Cut and Figure 8, and it served as a reminder to your uncle where he came from.
“Fine, let’s head out,” he suggested.
“Where?” You asked, breaking the hug.
“The apartment?”
“With you?” You clarified, pointing at Rafe.
“Right on, landlord,” he confirmed. “What if I have any complaints? Questions? Which way do I turn the tap?”
You did have a lot of time before the party. Truthfully, you didn’t even want to leave Rafe’s side. The moment between you at the party a while ago was still on your mind and you missed his company overall.
“Today is your lucky day,” after hesitating for a bit, you finally answered.
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“Further,” you said, looking around the neighborhood from the passenger’s seat in Rafe’s car.
You entered the neutral zone of the town: not quite for the poor, but Tanneyhill babies would still pull a face at the living conditions. Not quite for the rich, but people from the Cut would still thrive to move here.
“No, no fucking way,” he complained, “or do you want me to be eaten by the Cut enemies?
“Anything to make you stop talking,” you rolled your eyes as he smirked at your comment. You drove another half a minute. “It’s this one. Second floor, here are the windows,” you pointed outside and he parked the car.
You both got out of the car and looked around the place. The street was well-groomed and clean, but quite busy too, since it was a neighborhood with a lot of apartments. In other words, not something a child of Ward Cameron was used to: much less privacy and much more people around that aren’t there to work for you.
Rafe sighed and pulled out a bag of his clothes from the trunk, and you got up right to the apartment. It took you a minute to navigate, you haven’t been there for years. He opened the door and let you in first.
“Just like I remembered it,” you said as you walked into the apartment, looking around.
He entered too and put his stuff on the floor, looking around. “What a place. Is there a no-party rule?”
“Yes,” you quickly cut him off, giving him the angry look.
“I was kidding. It’s nice of you to let me live here, I appreciate it. So much so, I’m not even gonna interrogate you about why you didn’t drove to my place to Sarah yesterday,” he said casually and looked at you, and you looked away.
“That is nice of you,” you decided to stay as calm as possible, “stalker.”
“No, I’m not.. I was just driving around out of boredom and noticed that there wasn’t your car near my house.”
“Oh your house? What's this place for, then?” You pointed to the living space.
“Come on, now. Were you on the Cut?” He asked calmly.
“How would it make a difference?”
“And Sarah was with you?”
“Why are you interrogating me?” You asked, getting tired of endless questions.
“Just wanted to know what’s Sarah is up to,” he sat on the couch, bouncing his leg.
“Radical idea: talk to your sister!”
“Fine,” he huffed. “Topper was just wondering where she’s been all night. Right after I drove around, I went to his house. Dr. Thornton wasn’t happy about it at all though. You know, I would sleep in my car today if it weren’t for you.”
You hummed with understanding, still a bit annoyed at his prying into your personal life, and went to see if the balcony door can be opened. Everything inside was covered dust, but the apartment was still liveable if you’d only put an effort into cleaning.
As you looked around and spent some time explaining different things around the place to Rafe, you realised that it was finally time to go home, and then go to the party with the pogues, as you promised.
“And remember, there are no construction workers or maids around the apartment, so if you see anyone here, call the police,” you said as you put on your shoes.
“You know I can give you a ride back home,” he suggested.
“You better give yourself a ride to the nearest store to get all the cleaning supplies. I’ll call the cab.”
“Thank you. I mean it, thank you,” he said firmly.
“I know you do, Rafe,” you stood up and gave him a hug.
“Oh, and one more thing. My dad shouldn’t know you’re here. For some reason, he now despises Ward.”
Rafe put his hand on his chest. “That makes two of us!”
Once you said goodbye, you went outside and called the cab right to your house. You looked back at the windows of the apartment.
Once you got home, you spent a bit of time preparing for the night, mostly taking a nap and having a nice meal so you wouldn’t be all tipsy after one red cup of any alcohol. You got dressed in top and jeans shorts and wanted for Sarah to pull up. And while driving, you told her about Rafe and the apartment.
“He called me today,” she replied to you. “And he told me about his new location, too. Y/n, that is so nice of you. At least now we can all sleep in peace knowing that Rafe isn’t out and about, God knows where.”
“Right,” you answered, quietly. “Did you text Topper?”
“I did. I’ll see him tomorrow at the golf course. I can’t do this any longer, plus dad has already got what he wanted,” you squinted at Sarah’s words, “kind of.” You both laughed. Ward totally saw the shitshow Topper threw at the Midsummers.
You and Sarah drove up right to the beach, leaving the car incorrectly parked as there would probably be no vehicles but yours today. Seeing a bunch of people, mostly teenagers, heading to one part of the beach could only mean one thing. The crowd was getting bigger, the music was getting louder, the sun was just setting down. It was time for the infamous party at the Boneyard.
When you and Sarah finally came to the destination, you spotted your friends right away. JJ and Pope waved their hands at you as you’ve come closer to them, saving places for you to sit by the fire.
“John B, I can see you smiling at Sarah from space,” you said as you hugged everyone.
“Well, here we have something that might send us all into space,” he patted on the keg and kissed his girlfriend-to-be (?) on the cheek.
“We’re not keeping the signal clear tonight, all of us,” Pope said, meaning that he was finally free from the stress that was a scholarship interview.
“Oh my God! Pope, I just know you killed it! Tell me all about it, please,” you exclaimed, sitting right next to him by the fire.
As the crowd of drunk pogues and tourons were screaming and dancing by different light sources and water, you tried to hear Pope’s impression of his interview. Sarah and John B, expectedly, were lost to sight, but JJ Maybank was sticking to your and Pope’s company, not minding hearing his interview story for, arguably, the fifth time today.
“Okay, you might just be right. I did kill it,” Pope admitted, drinking beer from his cup. “If you look really closely, you can see Sarah and John B right here,” he pointed to a remote location on the beach.
“Oh, to be young and in love,” JJ teased, wrapping his arms around Pope and you.
“Oh, please,” you lightly patted on his cheek, still not removing his hands.
It has been some time since your hookup happened and you both agreed: you’re friends. It was a genuine conclusion you made, no omissions. And it felt good closing that chapter of gossip around you too.
“They’re coming to us,” you watched their figures.
“We’re not taking them back,” JJ said. “We’re having too good of time over here,” he yelled so that they could hear.
“We’re not salty they’re never around!” Pope picked up the joke.
Sarah and John B were already close enough where you could see them clearly. At one point, you noticed them stopping abruptly. Before you questioned why, you heard another voice yelling.
“Of course that’s where I find you, Sarah!” Topper fumed, throwing sand around as he walked to John B and her.
You turned around and saw Rafe and Kelce following right behind him. The whole death squad started walking faster, keeping pace with Topper, who was undeniably enraged.
“There she is, little miss I don’t hang out on the Cut,” Rafe referred to you.
“What the fuck,” you told quietly to JJ and Pope, knowing shit was about to go down.
“Topper,” Sarah started, not being able to finish talking.
“I knew you were a slut, Sarah!”
You got up, and so did JJ and Pope, just in case you needed to break up a fight (or initiate one). There was still a distance between you and them, but you heard them loud and clear as they were yelling at each other.
“Make your mind up, a slut or a prude?” She answered. “We’re done, Topper. I wanted to tell you this tomorrow.”
“The fuck we’re not, Sarah,” he yelled, causing more people at the party to take interest in the argument.
“Get him out of here, he is wasted!” You turned to Rafe and Kelce, who were only laughing at your words. “Nevermind, so are you.”
“And what do you have in mind, my guy?” John B asked.
“You don’t want to know,” Topper replied.
“Oh am I high?” Rafe asked Kelce.
“Yeah, bro, like six feet two,” they laughed.
“Well aren’t you a helping hand right now,” you looked at Rafe. “Was this your idea to bring him here in such condition?” You pointed to Topper still arguing with John B and Sarah.
“Um, pretty much,” Rafe tucked his hair back and raised his chin at you, “get my best ideas when I got a hand on my brain,” he and Kelce laughed again, ignoring what happens ten feet away from them.
“Come one, doesn’t Topper deserve to know he’s been played all along? By who? Sarah fucking Cameron?” Kelce said to you.
Before the three of you even noticed, Topper threw the first punch at John B, JJ gladly threw himself into a fight to protect his best friend. Kiara pulled Sarah out of the mess that the whole scene was.
“It was none of your business, he would’ve talked to her normally the next day!”
“We did your job better,” Rafe answered.
“Why the fuck are you like this?”
You signed, looking in his bloodshot eyes and pursing your lips. Sadly for him, you saw nothing in his blank stare.
The crowd couldn’t be more entertained by what was happening, no one volunteered to mediate the fight. After Pope joined the fight, it was clear that Topper was about to get his ass beat.
“Stay the fuck away from the Cut!” JJ shouted after him, now holding a gun in his hand.
“JJ, put the gun down!” Kie yelled at him and pushed him.
As Topper walked further, Pope managed to convince JJ to hand him the gun, John B and Sarah standing near him to calm him down. You, standing a bit further with Kelce and Rafe, saw Topper approaching you. He bled from his head and hands, his shirt torn up and his face all bruised.
“Fuck, Topper, not good,” you looked at him as he swore at everyone.
“Gotta drive you to the emergency room, man,” Kelce said.
“Who the fuck will is driving, Kelce, you?” you asked angrily, reminding them of their condition.
“Well we got here, somehow,” Rafe disagreed with you.
You looked at your friends, Sarah looking back at you confused. “I’ll drive,” you went right in the direction of leaving the beach, as the three boys followed you silently, kicking the sand on their way. “What a joke.”
When you got to the car, Rafe took the driver’s seat. “I’m not playing, Rafe. Move,” you opened the driver's side door.
“Come on, mom, we got this. You can go back to your…whoever,” Kelce said. “Is this a way to cope with a life crisis?”
“You’re getting to the hospital, now. And I’m the soberest out of all of you…not a hundred percent, though,” you admitted, it was a party with a kegger after all.
“That is our girl,” Rafe said, moving to the passenger seat. “Kook habits.”
You started the engine and looked back at Topper. As your eyes met, you felt guilty for keeping this secret for such a long time. And he could read this on your face too. But so could you feel his anger at you.
Half an hour later, you were waiting for Topper at the emergency room’s parking lot. There wasn’t anyone else that late at night, so they admitted him right away. Silence in the car was loud; although Kelce couldn’t understand the tension, you and Rafe fully did, so you didn’t even make eye contact.
“Our boy is coming,” Kelce broke the silence as Topper exited the building with band-aids on his head and left hand, holding an ice pack. He sat in the car and let out a loud sigh. Truly, what a night.
“Next time, we fucking get those pogues. Less high, no guns,” Rafe said.
You looked at Topper’s reflection in the rear-view mirror as he threw the ice pack on the seat.
“Could’ve been a concussion,” he said and reciprocated the eye contact. “One question,” Topper furrowed his eyebrows, “Y/n, did you know?”
“Put the ice on your head,” you said softly, tapping your finger on the steering wheel, “and yes. I did know, Topper. I am sorry.”
“How come you didn’t tell me?”
“It is Sarah we’re talking about,” Rafe rolled his eyes at your words. “And she couldn’t do this before Midsummers anyway because Ward told her not to,” at these words, Rafe tensed a bit. “You would’ve done the same for your best friend too.”
Topper signed. “Unbelievable, Y/n. Don’t project,” he answered.
“Okay.”
Topper looked at himself. “I am not going home like this tonight. Rafe?”
Rafe glanced at you. “We could stay in the apartment, right?” He hesitated.
“Right,” you said right away as it was the least you could you for damage control.
“You’re coming with us?” Topper chuckled. “Read the room, Y/n.”
“Actually,” Rafe interrupted, “it was Y/n who let me live there,” he shared a detail he didn’t mention before. “And it’s not like she can walk from there to her house, too, so…”
Topper took a deep breath, fidgeting with the little towel they gave him in the emergency room. “What will your pogue friends think of you leaving them like that for us?”
“That’s not important right now,” actually, it was something you were wondering too. “I’ll see if I stay. So... can we just go?”
“For the hell of it, I’m going with you guys,” Kelce added. “The night isn’t over yet.”
“Okay. Then we’re going to the apartment,” you looked at Rafe once again only to find him already staring at you.
Him being the only one who knew you had connections to pogues and setting this situation up felt almost like betrayal. And you knew he understood what he did, but still couldn’t see the regret on his face…but that was the talk for another day. You were thinking about how your friends will react at you leaving them for kooks; Sarah would get it, would anyone else though?
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pairing(s): rafe cameron x fem!reader
warning(s): cockwarming (obviously) and unedited work
a/n: this is a headcanon of cockwarming with soft Rafe and mean Rafe so please tell me what you think and feel free to request
rafe is secretly a sweet boy deep in is broken little heart and sometimes he's a meanie but other times he's a sweetheart so cockwarming with rafe varies
soft baby rafe genuinely just wants to feel close to you. you two are cuddling after he had a long day, he's too nervous to ask so he's just kissing your neck softly whispering about how beautiful you are.
you know he wants something you're just not sure what it is. you don't want to assume knowing he probably isn't in the mood for what you're thinking.
so an embarrassed tired rafe finally blurted asking if he could just be inside you. you're shocked at first but ultimately said yes.
"of course rafey" you kissed his nose and he carefully slid your pajama shorts off your beautiful legs.
you had your back against his chest and he pulled your panties to the side and carefully slid into before he nuzzled his face into your back and you would fall asleep to the feeling of him kissing your spine.
but cockwarming with mean rafe honey-
you probably did something that pissed him of majorly for him to be this angry. he tells you to get naked fixing his hat.
"But Rafey-"
"Don't you fucking Rafey me"
and that shuts you up real quick because that was your go to and it usually worked but clearly this time it wasn't so you quickly undress yourself before standing before him and he pulled you onto him.
You were straddling him holding his shoulders and he's quickly unbuttoning his shorts and pulling out his hard cock and he shoves into you.
You throw your head back with a moan at his roughness and tried to grind on him but his hands gripped your hips stopping you.
Ypu opened your mouth to question him "You shouldn't have been a brat, now you're going to sit here until I'm ready to fuck you so be a good girl and keep me warm"
a/n: omg this was wild but please tell me what you think and PLEASE REQUEST REQUESTS ARE OPENNN
request: ‘may I please request a rafe Cameron smut? super dirty where the girl he has always loved finally get together and she loves him too.. super kinky at a party?’
a/n: i may have gotten a lil carried away with this one… disclaimer! this doesn’t take place during the show so none of the events that took place during outer banks happen in this. rafe is still a dick <3
word count: 3.1k+
pairing(s): rafe x kook girl who he’s liked for a really long time!reader
warning(s): underage drinking, mentions of slow burn, mention of cocaine use, smut, choking, rafe saying i love you (bc that needs a warning in itself)
you and rafe were not new. everyone on figure eight knew how you felt as did everyone on the cut—it was incredible how naive you both acted towards the other. the attraction between you two was undeniable, except when it came to confessing your feelings. you and rafe were friends. you didn’t really remember when you developed feelings for the boy but you were sure they had always been there. he was the king of the kooks, the prettiest boy any girl had ever laid eyes on and the charming personality he radiated only furthered his beauty. you were infatuated with the boy, had been since before you could remember, but you would deny it until the day you died.
“why don’t you just own up to it?” you were at a party with your friends, occupying the living room of kelce’s house up in figure eight. bottles of liquor littered the surfaces as the sweet but musty stench of weed clogged the air. the party atmosphere was one to get used to and thankfully, with your experience, you’d adjusted.
“own up to what?” you were playing dumb, as you always did when it came to rafe. it was ironic, you pretending to dislike the boy even when your eyes had stayed glued to him the entire night, like they were now.
“being in love with rafe cameron.” to be completely honest, you were in love with rafe cameron. you’d known him forever, grown up with the boy and shared many classes with him over your grade school career. you graduated with him, shared a couple inside jokes and hell, the two of you even had a streak on snapchat of over a thousand days. you were home for the summer, visiting from college that you attended on the mainland, and were currently out partying like you did in your high school years. it was strange, seeing him for the first time in almost ten months, but you were thankful that he hadn’t changed too much. he was still rafe, the golden boy of the obx who drank a little too much and cared not enough.
“i’m not in love with him.” you took another sip of your drink, peeling your eyes off the boy of the hour and placing them on your friends. “but i am gonna get a refill. i don’t think i can stand here any longer without being drunk.”
you headed into the kitchen where you threw out your empty cooler and grabbed a new one from the fridge. the voice that you heard from behind you had you nearly dropping your canned beverage to the ground as your heart plummeted to your stomach.
“still downing coolers left and right? you haven’t changed one bit, y/n y/l/n.”
you spun around, laying eyes on the dirty blonde haired boy as he stood in the doorway of the kitchen, a smirk on his lips while his arms folded over his chest. rafe watched as you struggled to find words, closing the fridge slowly before you finally spoke.
“nice to see you again, rafe.”
“you too. how’s college treatin’ ya?” rafe brought his beer to his lips, tilting his head back to let the liquid fall down his throat as you responded.
“good. got the first year over and done with, made it out alive.” you offered him a small smile as you cracked open the cooler you held in your shaky hands. it was strange how rafe made you feel—it was a cross between overly confident and overly nervous. like you were about to make a complete fool of yourself, but wanted to make sure rafe still thought of you highly. oftentimes you found yourself showing off around him, acting much cooler than you really were. it was quite sickening how hard you tried when you were around him. you just wanted to be good enough for him, even though you knew you were fine the way you were.
“so you’re going back in the fall?” rafe asked, and you nodded as you brought your drink to your lips. he hummed, checking his watch before flicking his eyes back up at you. “you know, kelce’s parties are usually a lot better than this. it doesn’t really liven up until about midnight, so didn’t think it’s totally lame compared to your mainland college parties.”
you snickered, drinking your beverage before speaking again. “parties in the obx are a completely different specimen.” rafe seconded that was a tilt of his beer, and you smiled. “so what do you usually do when you’re waiting for the party to, quote unquote, liven up?”
“well honestly,” rafe started, “a lot of coke.” you giggled, remembering the wild times you had with the substance back during your senior year. you hadn’t had a line in a while, not one for hard drugs but also not really afraid of them either, after having lived in this lifestyle your whole life. it was just something fun for kooks to do, experiment with drugs and have a little bit too much fun. “but i’m holding back for tonight. sticking to beer.”
“hmm, interesting choice.” the smile on rafe’s lips mirrored on yours as you both stood in the kitchen, mutually enjoying the company. you could tell that something was on rafe’s mind, but he wasn’t ready to speak out about it.
the two of you talked a while before the sudden switch in music piked your interest. rafe raised an eyebrow, noticing your posture straighten as the song changed to one you rather enjoyed. grinning, you looked back at rafe and grabbed his hand, definitely feeling the multiple coolers in you as you dragged him towards the living room, where most people were. the party hadn’t livened yet, according to rafe, but it was still packed with your peers.
“i don’t dance, y/n,” rafe said with a laugh as you pulled him through the crowd of people, downing your drink on the way. he watched as you turned around, your back to his chest with his hand on your waist while you began dancing, grinding your ass into his crotch. “but maybe i can start.”
you giggled, looking back at him over your shoulder as you moved your hips to the music. you and rafe danced like that for a while, feeling the bass of the song in your hearts that were already pounding rapidly from the close proximity you two shared.
at one point, rafe ran his hands up your sides, his hands slipping a bit farther than you expected around your front and taking your breasts in both of his hands underneath your shirt. you leaned your head back onto his shoulder, your hands finding his, his lips finding your neck. the hotness of the room plus the sexual tension floating between you and rafe had your heart beating rapidly in your chest—you weren’t sure how long you could wait before you needed him.
luckily, rafe had the same idea.
“you know,” the boy was mumbling in your ear, his low growl causing a knot to build in your stomach. “i got it in with kelce so i think i might have vip access to a room upstairs.”
“just you, or is there room for me, too?”
“always room for you, princess,” his breath was hot on your ear as he nipped at the skin, whispering lowly. you smirked, moving your hand to interlock your fingers with his, and that was enough for rafe to drag you towards the staircase leading upstairs. rafe had pushed you into a random bedroom in the hallway, pinning you against the door in no time as it shut behind you. your head was tilted back, your breathing heavy as you watched rafe lift the shirt off his back, giving you a look before helping yours off as well. then his lips were on yours and he was picking you up by the backs of your thighs.
with his lips meshed with yours, rafe mumbled, “jump” and you obliged easily, wrapping your legs around his torso and letting the boy carry you across the room before throwing you down onto the bed in the middle of the room. his lips were on yours in an instant as you moaned into his mouth, feeling his fingers rub over your clothed heat.
rafe stood up, unbuckling his belt and you took the opportunity to slide your jeans off, discarding them somewhere before rafe crawled over you again and let his lips find home on your neck. everything had happened in a blur, from the moment you stepped in the room to the moment rafe was burying himself deep inside you. his moans were angelic to your ears, his teeth nipping softly at your shoulder while he found a steady pace to keep his thrusts at. rafe’s hands sunk into the mattress at both sides of your head before he brought one up, wrapping it around your throat loosely. just the mere action had you moaning, your eyes rolling back as he fell deeper and deeper inside you.
“holy shit,” he groaned, tilting his head back as he rocked his hips forward. you could see the dark bruises on his neck, littering his throat, as a result of the kisses you’d given him only minutes before, and you were sure you had some of your own, too. it was strange, seeing rafe in this light. you’d only ever seen rafe as a boy that you went to school with, and of course you knew he was a little more intense than the next guy, but feeling him bury himself between your legs with his hand wrapped around your throat, his cold metal rings pressing into your skin. it was a bit of a reality check for you.
you were fucking rafe cameron.
“fuck, you’re so tight.” rafe’s words left his lips in a sinful manner, but really nothing about this situation wasn’t. you’d been with a few guys but they were nothing compared him. the way rafe’s hips rolled down on you to deepen himself, or his moans synchronizing with yours, it was amazing you were still intact. rafe was a god of a man and how you hadn’t come to that conclusion before, you weren’t sure.
rafe had made a mental promise to make you finish first, and he was more than happy to help you over the edge when the time came. you’d switched positions so you were riding him now, legs on either sides of him as rafe held your waits with a harsh grip, his fingers digging into your skin and making sure to leave a mark as a reminder for you tomorrow—not that you would ever be able to forget.
“you gonna cum, baby?” rafe spoke to you in such a degrading yet somehow sweet tone as you bounced up and down on his dick, his hand still wrapped around your throat while he pressed you to his chest. you moaned, your head falling back as you dug your nails into his biceps. “come on princess, tell me how good i make you feel.”
“rafe, please.” you let out a loud moan as you could feel yourself release around him, and almost instantly he shot inside you, groans eliciting from his lips. the two of you slowed your pace, rafe’s head resting on your shoulder as you let your chin fall to the top of his head, your arms moving to wrap around his neck as his did your torso.
“why didn’t i do that sooner,” rafe mumbled, more or less to himself as his voice was hushed. he began leaving sloppy kisses down your shoulder, your collarbone and dipping between the valley of your breasts, his lips hot against your flush skin as you tangled your fingers in his hair.
“do what, baby?”
“sleep with you.” his voice was full of breath, as yours was too, but you could tell he truly meant it. as much of a boyish thing that was to say, you couldn’t help but feel your heart speed up at the semi-compliment.
“am i supposed to say thank you?” you questioned, feeling rafe sit up against as he tilted his head back to look at you. the glimmer of satisfaction in rafe’s tired blue irises made your stomach flip.
“it’d be appreciated.”
“then thank you,” you said, and rafe let out a light laugh before placing both of his hands on the side of your neck and tugging you down to his level. your lips met and you instantly parted yours to deepen the kiss. he fell back, allowing you to hang over his body, letting your lips linger against his before you began kissing down his jaw, and then his neck, making sure to suck sweetly and leave more marks. you felt rafe reach a hand down, stroking his length a few times before he slid his tip through your folds, about to push himself inside you again but before the two of you could go any further, a loud, frightening knock on the door sounded. you flinched as rafe grabbed his shirt from beside him and covered you, flipping the two of you over so he was blocking you. the door opened, and in stumbled topper with some girl that you didn’t recognize, both of them drunk off their asses.
“oh shit, sorry–hey, it’s rafe! my boy!” the intoxicated boy slurred, waving as he rocked back and forth on his heels slightly, his other arm wrapped around the drunk chick under him. “yo, you finally got with y/n? good on you, man! you’ve been talking about fucking her since she left! hey y/n, how’s it going?”
“get out, top,” rafe growled, more annoyed than anything. the blonde boy complied, waving goodbye before he shut the door behind him, and you and rafe were left alone again. you turned to rafe, raising your eyebrows but rafe stopped you before you could start. “don’t even.”
“hey, it’s not my fault topper can’t keep his mouth shut,” you teased, and rafe only rolled his eyes before climbing off the bed and putting his boxers back on. he picked up your shirt from the ground, throwing it your way.
“get dressed so i can go beat top’s ass.”
“why do you need me there?” you asked, slinging your bra over your shoulders as rafe slipped his legs into his jeans, buttoning them before looking back at you. you were slipping your head through the neck of your blouse, looking down while your fingers worked nimbly on the buttons of your shirt. rafe admired you for a moment, taking advantage of your obliviousness, before clearing his throat and answering.
“i just thought it’d be rude to leave you up here.”
at his response, you glanced up, a faint smile toying at your lips as your fingers did up the rest of the buttons blindly. “are you crushing on me, rafe cameron?”
the boy laughed, a little too loud and a little too defensively, as he crossed his arms over his bare chest. “absolutely not.” he moved to grab his shirt from where it lay on the bed, but you snatched it away before he could. rafe only stared at you tiredly. “y/n,” he drawled, and you smirked, holding the shirt to your chest as you looked up at him innocently.
“for the record, i think you’re cute too, rafe.” you threw his shirt back at him, giggling as rafe flipped you off. the two of you got dressed in silence, letting the tension do the talking before you exited the room and made your way downstairs, where the size of the party had increased significantly.
you descended the stairs, rafe’s hand finding home on the small of your back before he led you down the hallway and into the foyer, stopping you by grabbing you by the waist and spinning you around so your hands immediately found home on his chest. you glanced up at him, eyes darting between his as he stared down at you with a pointed look.
you frowned. “what?”
“i wanna kiss you again,” he stated. if it weren’t for the circumstances beforehand, your heart would’ve been on the floor.
“then do it,” you said, raising your eyebrows at him as your lips curled up slightly. you weren’t quite sure where this sudden burst of confidence came from, but you didn’t mind because rafe’s lips were on yours a moment later and you didn’t have time to second guess yourself. except he pulled away a little too soon for your liking, and the look in his eyes didn’t do much but further your doubt. you furrowed your eyebrows at him, earning a look of confusion from the boy. “you can’t just kiss a girl and then look at her like that.”
“like what?”
“like you regretted it.” it was in that moment that rafe realized how you actually felt. what happened upstairs wasn’t driven by alcohol–he knew it wasn’t because he’d been watching you all night and had only seen you down three coolers. what happened upstairs wasn’t an act of impulse, or some mistake. you had wanted it as much as he did–you wanted him as much as he wanted you.
“i don’t regret it,” rafe spoke lowly, his tone suddenly turning serious. your eyebrows lowered, knitting together out of confusion. “i don’t regret sleeping with you, either.”
you laughed nervously. “well that’s good.”
“i’ve wanted you since fucking preschool, y/n.” his words came as a shock to you, despite his slight confession only minutes prior. “before i knew what sex was, before my mind was driven by hormones. i’ve wanted you since i knew what love was, y/n.”
“love is a strong word, rafe,” you laughed nervously again. god, it was either black or white with rafe. you either felt nothing or you felt the most when it came to him. you went almost ten months without thinking about him, and then you came home and your mind was destroyed as your thoughts of him invaded. now he was standing in front of you with fucked out hair and a strangely heartfelt yet utterly confused look in his eyes. he felt the same way; he didn’t know what to feel.
“fuck whatever topper said,” rafe finally said. “and fuck whatever anyone says. and fuck what you say. i love you.”
this was not where you expected your saturday night to be going.
“you love me?” you tried your best for those words not to come out bitchy, but there was no nice way to ask someone to repeat themselves when they were confessing their love for you. especially when it was rafe cameron.
“obviously you don’t have to say it back but i feel like i needed to tell you because this is the first time i’m seeing you after six months, and after going eighteen years seeing you almost everyday and then suddenly going nearly three hundred days without seeing you made me realize you’re the only girl i’ve ever actually felt something with.” rafe was rambling, spewing sentence after sentence, and if you didn’t stop him now, you weren’t sure if you would be able to.
“rafe, stop.” the boy shut himself up almost immediately after your words. you lifted your hands to the collar of his polo shirt, flattening it out before lifting your eyes to lock with his. “i love you too.”
“what?”
“i’ve been in love with you since we were kids,” you said slowly, feeling your confidence disintegrate little by little. thankfully, the look in rafe’s eyes had you feeling a bit better and you continued your admittance. “i mean, everyone loves you, rafe. it’s not hard to believe.”
“it is when it’s you.”
“well believe it,” you told him, a wide and innocent smile growing on your lips. the laugh your words elicited from rafe had your stomach twisting as you watched him smile, looking down at his hands that found residence on your hips. then he looked back at you, meeting your eyes and you could’ve sworn you were in a movie. “i love you.”
a collection of moments with rafe inspired by the poem in the movie ten things i hate about you
author’s note: i am very insecure about this but i am posting it anyways because i love this concept and the movie is one of my absolute favorites...so enjoy??? 😌✌🏻
word count: 2.6k
I hate the way you talk to me and the way you cut your hair.
“Y/N!”
Rafe’s voice forced you to stop in your tracks and turn around. You had to remind yourself to be patient when dealing with Rafe Cameron.
“You comin’ to the party tonight?” No matter how many times you had turned him down, Rafe wouldn’t let it go. His teasing personality is why Sarah was hesitant to introduce you to him, but before she could do it, Rafe introduced himself and rolling your eyes at his sentences had become second nature to you. When you first met him, you claimed you hated everything about him, but you secretly enjoyed how differently he treated you from everyone else.
“I might, yeah” You shrugged, your eyes fixed on his. He nodded, pursuing his lips. He didn’t say anything, he stood in front of you with his hands in pockets, a small girn on his face. “What do you want, Rafe?” You sighed.
“You’re a little tense, I see” He whispered, trying to get a reaction out of you. Your only response was an eyeroll followed by sticking your middle finger up, a forced smile on your face.
“See you tonight” He winked at you before taking a step back, still facing you.
“You’re convincing me not to go” You said, making him frown.
“God, are you allergic to fun?” Rafe almost yelled, and you took a deep breath in before answering.
“If by fun you mean getting wasted every night, yes, I am. Might be allergic to you actually” You paused. “Believe it or not, my idea of fun is far from yours. Don’t worry, you’ll find someone else to hook up with tonight. They won’t even recognize you with that haircut” You rambled as Rafe’s smile got wider.
“Has anyone ever told you that you talk too much?”
I hate the way you drive my car.
“Rafe slow down!” You yelled as he went twenty miles over the speed limit. He turned his head slightly to look at you, your eyes wide. A giggle escaped his lips when he noticed how nervous you looked.
“Baby, I know how to drive”
You shook your head frantically. “Doesn’t look like it”
He placed a hand on your bare thigh, squeezing it lightly. “You’re gonna regret saying that, you know?” He said with a devilish grin.
You felt your face heat up at the thought, your expression matching his. “Oh, yeah?” You bit your lip as you made eye contact with your boyfriend, and he did the same, looking at you up and down as he rubbed your leg with his thumb.
“Eyes on the road, Cameron”
I hate it when you stare.
You were laying your head on Sarah’s shoulder before you brought your cup to your lips to drink the last drops of beer in it. You gently squeezed Rafe’s arm to fully get his attention. “We’re getting drinks, do you want anything?” You said, looking up at him. Your eyes were beaming in the light, and you used your free hand to smooth out your pants. Rafe intently looked at you with a smirk plastered on his face.
“I am sorry, I was too busy undressing you in my head” He whispered softly against your ear, and you could easily tell he was grinning. “What’d you say?”
You rolled your eyes at him, unable to hide the smile tugging at the corner of your lips. “You’re creepy”
“Oh, c’mon. You love it” Rafe said as he lifted your chin up, taking a better look at you before pressing his lips on yours.
I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind.
“Don’t step on my shoes with those things” You muttered as you tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You got used to dressing up even for dates when you started dating Rafe considering how many times you’ve been invited to events that were way out of your league. Rafe, on the other hand, thought you fit perfectly with his family.
He looked down down at his new shiny shoes before glancing up at you. “You don’t like them, do you?”
You couldn’t hide it even if you tried. You thought no one would’ve been able to read your expression and immediately understand you, but Rafe proved you wrong.
“Absolutely hate them”
I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme.
“Will you shut up?” You said as you sat on the corner of the sofa, far from your boyfriend. Rafe knew how it was when you two argued over something stupid. There’s nothing he could say or do to annoy you any less, but he knew that you wouldn’t even remember it the following morning.
Rafe gave you a coy look. “Make me”
He got scooted closer to you and draped an arm over your shoulders, which you playfully shoved off of you a second later. “You need to stop doing...that” You squinted your eyes.
“It won’t make me less mad”
He threw up his arms in despair as you got up and walked towards the kitchen. “God, you’re so difficult” He whispered, almost hoping you wouldn’t hear it.
“Making it worse!” You yelled from the other side of the room, unable to hide your amusement as you grinned from ear to ear.
I hate the way you're always right.
You couldn’t stand the way he was looking at you. You couldn’t stand aside and watch your boyfriend get hurt by Barry, what did he expect you to do? Rafe kneeled down in front of you, taking your bloody hand in his.
“I told you he’d hurt you” He whispered, taking a better look at the bruises on your arms.
You didn’t have enough energy to explain yourself. “I know”
“You should’ve listened to me”
You nodded slowly. “I know”
He took a wet warm cloth and he started pressing it on your hand, making you wince. “Promise me you’ll stay inside next time” You wanted to roll your eyes, but you could tell he was genuinely worried because of you, so you nodded again, looking down at your feet. Rafe’s eyes softened. “I won’t let him touch you ever again. He won’t even come near you, okay?”
I hate it when you lie.
“I trusted you!” You were seething. You knew about Rafe’s issues even before you met him. It took you a while to understand why he did what he did, but that’s what got you closer to him in the first place. You could relate to his family problems and to how worthless he could feel. You knew he sometimes needed a break from his father constantly treating him like his biggest regret, and from his overall perfect looking family that was far from being perfect. What you didn’t know was how far he was willing to go to have a few seconds of peace, and before he found someone to hold on to, he drowned his sorrows in alcohol and drugs. You made it your purpose, helping him with his addiction, but it took a big toll on both of your mental health. He promised you he’d change so many times, and what you hated the most was that you fell for his lies every single one.
“You said you’d stop and I trusted you. God, I am so stupid!” You threw your hands in the hair before crossing your arms.
He looked at you with bloodshot eyes and he took a step closer to you. “D-Don’t say that” He tried placing his hands on your waist, but you shoved them off of you.
“What am I supposed to say?” You asked. “You’ve lost your fucking mind Rafe! What are you getting out of this? I can’t believe—“
He scoffed, running a hand through his hair nonchalantly.
“It was a one time thing!” He stated. His unbothered attitude made you roll your eyes, your jaw clenched.
“A one time thing my ass!” You said through gritted teeth. You turned your head away from him, taking a few seconds to breathe. When you faced him again, your voice was barely a whisper. “You always say that”
Rafe stood in place, taken aback by how mad you got. You expected him to answer, but you spoke up when he didn’t.
“I can’t be with you if you keep doing this” That made Rafe’s eyes widen, afraid that you were being serious.
“I am—Fuck! I promised you I’d change and I will. I am trying...for you. I am doing my fucking best” Deep down he knew he wouldn’t be able to change as quickly as you wanted him too, and keeping you in his life would cause you more harm than anything.
“If this is the best it’s not enough” You whispered as you shook your head.
I hate when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry.
“Good morning sunshine!” Your boyfriend yelled as he open your window, the light hitting your face in a way that took Rafe’s breath away. You layed in bed, rubbing your tired eyes with the hand that wasn’t under your pillow. Before you could say another word Rafe was heading to the kitchen. “Close your eyes!” You heard him shout from the kitchen. That was the first time spending your birthday with him as a couple, so you really didn’t know what to expect. You heard his footsteps getting closer and you peeked one eye open.
“You can open them” Rafe said softly, and you were met with his tall figure holding a bed tray table that he placed over your legs. The smell of pancakes invaded your nostrils as you took in the sight in front of you. “Your favourites” He said smiling at you as he placed a little black box next to them. “Also, this is for you”
You stared at your boyfriend in awe with your mouth agape. No one had ever done that for you, and you clearly wasn’t expecting him to. “What the hell? Rafe!” You yelled, his smile widening.
“Happy birthday baby” He whispered as he leaned in to give you a quick peck.
“This can’t be real life” You mumbled, trying to convince yourself that you’re not still dreaming. At the thought of your last birthdays spent without him your eyes started welling up with tears. You couldn’t believe how much a small thing like that could make you happy.
“No, no, no, please don’t cry” Rafe said as he rushed to grab your hand, worried he’d done too much.
“I feel like I’ll never be able to give you as much as you give me and—“ He quickly shut you up by placing a chaste kiss on your neck.
“I don’t need anything but you”
I hate it that you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call.
“Y/N c’mon. You can’t mope around someone who didn’t even bother to call” Your best friend’s voice echoed through your room.
You covered your head with your cover, letting out a groan. “Just leave me alone” You tried to stop the tears from falling, but you couldn’t help it. You kept checking your phone, hoping his name would pop on the screen, but it didn’t. Three days had passed and you didn’t even know where he was. And you hated how much you worried about him, even after he hurt you.
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.
“Leave me alone Rafe!” You yelled.
“Y/N” Rafe called after you, following your quick steps. When he reached you he grabbed your arm, making you turn around. “Listen to me for a second” He said, his eyes fixed on yours.
“I am done with your shit” You said through gritted teeth. You couldn’t let him get away with it, not that time. He promised you he’d come to you when everything was becoming too much. You knew he was used to leaving people wondering where he went when he felt overwhelmed, and you thought you’d be able to be a safe haven for him. That time you were wrong. Before he could open his mouth again, you continued.
“You disappeared for three days, three whole days, do you know how scared I was?” You take in a shaky breath, your voice raw.
“I’m sorry baby” He admitted, his eyes glossing over. Hearing him call you that after everything that happened made your stomach drop. You looked away from him, and he instantly felt the urge to cry. He swallowed the big lump forming in his throat. He was never good with feelings, especially with showing them. “Hey. I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t think—” You cut him off by putting your hand up in front of him.
“Sorry doesn’t cut it” Rafe’s heart drops at the sound of your broken voice. He had one good thing in his life and he was ruining that too.
“I told you you shouldn’t have gotten involved with me” He muttered, avoiding your gaze. You felt your heart rate increasing, your fists clenched.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me” You tugged at your hair, pacing around the room. “You are blaming me now? Excuse me if I care about you, you asshole” Your sudden outburst made Rafe’s eyes fill up with tears that he’d been trying to keep from falling.
“Don’t you think I knew what I was getting into? I wouldn’t want you any other way Rafe and I hate to admit it, trust me” Oh, how you wished you didn’t care about him so much. Things would’ve been so much easier. But if dealing with that meant having him in his life, the boy that thaught you what love is, it wasn’t a big price to pay. No matter how many times you’d told him you were done, you would always go back to him. The thing is, he believed you each time.
He gathered up the courage to express his feelings, fearing that he wouldn’t have another chance. “I c-can’t get out of it. I never will, I feel like I am trapped and I needed some time to think, that’s it” And he went on saying why he thought you were better of without him, how scared he was of his feelings for you and how useless he felt when he couldn’t help you because of his own demons.
“I would never try to hurt you” He released a big breath.
“If you need help, that’s what I am here for. I won’t ever complain if you ask me for help but please, don’t lie to me” You said, bringing your hand to cup his tear staind cheek. You gently rubbed it with your thumb, feeling him relax into your touch. His hand began to slide from around your back to the curve of your waist, his fingers digging in a bit through the fabric of your shirt.
“Has anyone ever told you that you talk too much?” His face tilted forward and he pressed his lips against yours, softly at first. You sucked in a breath through your nose as you anchored an arm around his neck and parted your lips in unison with his.
“We’re gonna be okay” You murmured in a brief separation between your mouths. Saying it out loud made you believe it, and weirdly enough, he believed it too.
Rafe Cameron might seem to have no feelings, but he loved you more than he knew what do with.
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Drew Starkey x Reader, slight Rudy Pankow x Reader
Summary; You’re not exactly best friends with Drew and finally get into a heated argument that has some unexpected consequences
Warnings; a lot of cursing and shouting, reader is a smoker or at least smokes when stressed, not really smut but it’s getting there (so part 2?) Part II
A/N; i don’t know where this came from and i got carried away but i really enjoyed writing this. gif from google (is it yours?)
“Can we please watch it again?”, you pleaded.
“No, Y/N, we already did, like, four times?”, Rudy chuckled at your pouting face.
“I know, but I need it to prepare myself for the second season so I’m really immersed when I finally get to filming”, you explained, hoping he wouldn’t realize your real reason to watch Outer Banks again.
You just wanted to watch the boys being shirtless.
And yes, you were in fact the newest addition to the cast and had arrived to Chase and Rudy’s apartment, currently spending time with Rudy, waiting to go pick up Chase from the airport.
There was no denying that Rudy, or JJ, was your favorite and actually sitting next to him on a couch was surreal, but you handled it like a pro, on the outside.
On the inside, you had been freaking out since the moment you had met everyone, which was about a month ago.
All of the cast had been extremely welcoming and nice, except for one. Drew.
You don’t know what had happened, at first, you seemed to get along really well, but something started to change slowly and lately, he just seemed annoyed whenever you were around, and it sucked, because his character had been another favorite of yours on the show.
Maybe not the best thing to do, but ever since he started acting out, you might have fueled the fire a little, calling him Rafe a few times, knowing it got to him, but to be honest, you never thought he would be like his character in real life, he seemed so funny and sweet, but his cold attitude towards you had started to slightly change your mind—minus the psychotic murderer traits, of course.
Being slightly disappointed that you weren’t on good terms with Drew, you were a little bitter that your relationship with him wasn’t what you had expected since you had taken an interest in him upon first meeting, but considering the current situation, you couldn’t exactly pursue what you had hoped for.
Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard the front door open, making you and Rudy turn your attention towards it.
And in walked Drew.
“Hey, man”, Rudy greeted his friend as you watched Drew walk and take a seat across the couch from you and Rudy.
“Hey, what’s up?”, he smiled at Rudy, ignoring you sitting next to him.
“Hi Drew”, you smiled at him, not in a sarcastic way, but a genuine one, trying to ease the tension between you.
He didn’t say a word, or even make eye contact, he simply rolled his eyes.
You raised your eyebrows at him, still not understanding why he was acting the way he was, but got nothing in return.
“We’re just watching OBX, again, so Y/N can get into character for the new season”, Rudy joked with a mocking voice, earning a slight push to his side from you, making you both chuckle.
Drew didn’t really reply, he just took a better position on his couch as all of you turned your heads towards the tv.
A few episodes in, you were giggling childishly at Rudy, him messing around with you the whole time, tickling you, trying to scare you and whatnot.
You had ended up with him laying on his back, his head in your lap as you were sitting cross legged, playing with his hair, occasionally giving light tugs when he tried tickling you again.
“I know you like to be pulled by your hair, but I don’t”, he told you quietly, giving you a wink as you looked down at his smirking face, feeling your own face heat up.
“Shut up”, you tried to chuckle at the sexual tension that was building up between you two when you heard Drew’s voice.
“Can you stop?”, he said loudly, not really to either of you before his eyes landed on you.
You and Rudy immediately stopped what you were doing, both confused at Drew’s outburst, Rudy getting up from your lap into a sitting position.
“What do you mean?”, Rudy questioned with a frown.
“I just asked, can you two stop?”, he repeated, looking frustrated.
“Stop what?”, you tried, keeping eye contact with him.
“You trying to get into Rudy’s pants, it’s pathetic, he’s not into you, trust me, he’s just playing you”, Drew clarified without his face even changing.
“Wait, what? That’s not true, why the fuck would you say that?”, Rudy immediately shot back, frowning at his friend.
You were too stunned by his words, just sitting there with your mouth slightly open, listening to the two now just talking back and forth.
“Oh really? So you are interested in her?”, Drew chuckled dryly when Rudy stayed silent for a second.
“That’s what I thought”, he smirked, seeming like he was proud of himself.
“No, Drew. That’s not cool. What the hell has gotten into you?”, Rudy tried, not believing how his friend was suddenly acting.
“Nothing. I’m just stating the facts”, Drew explained, nonchalantly.
“Fuck, man. Those are not facts, you’re just being a dick for no reason”, Rudy got up, trying to leave the now escalated situation.
“Yeah, well-“, Drew started, but you shot up quickly.
“Okay, enough. Drew, what the fuck is your problem?”, you were now getting angry with him not letting the subject go.
“You. You’re my fucking problem, Y/N”, he told you, his voice firm.
“Why? What the hell have I ever done to you?”, you exclaimed, throwing your hands up in frustration.
“You’re fucking annoying, acting like a bitch and trying to fuck all my friends, it’s fucking annoying”, he explained, emphasizing the last words as he was now standing up also.
Was that it? Was that the reason you two didn’t get along? It couldn’t be, it wasn’t even true.
“You know what? I don’t need this”, you said, trying to control your feelings to not lash out at him, so you turned around to walk to the balcony for a smoke, hearing Rudy answer his phone, but not paying any attention to it.
After calming down with a cigarette and the cool night air, you walked back inside the apartment, to see neither of the boys.
Just as you were about to call out for them, Drew walked around the corner.
“Rudy went to pick up Chase from the airport”, he answered the question you were thinking about.
“Right”, you simply said, trying to walk past him to the kitchen, but bumped shoulders with him, which was clearly intentional on his part.
“Seriously?”, you scoffed at him.
“What?”, he asked like he did nothing wrong.
“Why do you do that? Always agitate me without a reason and you never tell me why?”, you blurted out, tired of keeping it in.
“I already told you, you’re annoying”, Drew smirked down at you.
“Oh c’mon Drew, that’s a lame ass excuse”, now it was your turn to roll your eyes at him.
“Why do I need a reason?”, he folded his arms over his chest, raising an eyebrow at you.
“Really? You’re gonna act that childish? Fine”, you sighed, trying to walk into the kitchen to forget you ever had the conversation, but a hand on your bicep stopped you.
“Don’t fucking walk away from me”, he growled at you.
“Why not? I don’t need a reason”, you spat out at him before you pulled yourself from his grip.
“You’re really getting on my nerves, Y/N”, he breathed out, licking his lips.
“Oh am I now? Well too bad, I don’t care”, you stated as a matter of factly , faking a smile at him before turning around again to walk away.
“God, Y/N, just—wait for a goddamn second, okay?”, Drew raised his voice, stepping in front of you to block your way.
“Why? Why should I wait for you to shout at me again? To tell me what a bitch and a slut I am? Huh? Does that get you off—putting me down and making me feel bad, is that what this is about?”, you laugh dryly at him, finally letting your emotions run free.
You could see a flash of guilt on Drew’s face, before you continued talking and that flash was gone in an instant.
“I’m not gonna stand here and let you talk down at me like you’re a better person than me, even if I was a slut and wanted to have sex with all your friends, who by the way— are also my friends now, I still wouldn’t take this shit from you so it’s end now. It’s like—like you turned into this cocky asshole all of a sudden, like, you’re becoming Rafe”, you finished your monologue, keeping your eyes on Drew’s the entire time, seeing how every word seemed to anger him more, the final one being the last straw.
He took two big steps towards you, but you were faster and did the same, walking backwards.
“Watch your fucking mouth”, he warned you, pointing a finger while he gritted his teeth.
There was a moment of silence between you, both of you just staring each other down, seeing who would break first.
“Why can’t you just let go of the bad blood and just ignore me whenever we’re in the same place?”, you tried.
“That’s exactly what I’m doing, but it doesn’t seem to work, does it?”, he shook his head, referring to what had literally just happened.
“Then try and get over whatever your stupid problem is with me”, you raised your voice a little, the conversation making you really frustrated.
“I can’t, because you keep annoying me!”, he shouted, but you didn’t even flinch at his loud voice.
“Okay, that’s getting really fucking old”, you told him, not wanting to hear how ‘annoying’ you were for what seemed like the 100th time.
“I don’t give a fuck!”, he exclaimed, the frustration now evident on his face too.
“God, it’s like, you’re a fucking teenager that gets angry when he doesn’t get what he wants!”, you match his tone before realization hits you.
“Oh my god”, you whisper out, a smile starting to tug at the corners of your mouth.
“What?”, Drew asks, seemingly uninterested.
“That’s it, isn’t it?”, you chuckle.
“What?”, he repeats, now impatiently.
“You’re mad because—because I’m not acting like a slut, you’re mad because—I’m not acting like a slut for you”, you smirk at him and see his face fall.
“What? That’s not—“, he tried, but you interrupted.
“Don’t try to deny it, I literally just saw the answer on your face and that’s enough, but, do you know what the sad thing is?”, you tilted your head, still wearing the smirk.
“I was actually interested in you, not Rudy, not Chase, you. And you had to fuck it up by acting like a bitch”, you explained, keeping the smirk on your face, trying not to let the emotion of disappointment show.
“Shut up”, was all he said, refusing to meeting your eyes.
“No, I don’t think I will before you tell me why”, you told him, wanting to know why he didn’t even try with you.
“Well, you and Rudy seemed to get along just fine and you instantly forgot all about me”, he quickly explained through gritted teeth, making you raise your brows.
“Really? Just because I’m not begging for your attention and talking with someone else means you have to hate me?”, you laughed dryly.
“I didn’t say that”, Drew sighs while pinching the bridge of his nose, his anger bubbling again with you making your own assumptions, that weren’t really wrong.
“And if you’re not interested in me anymore, why do you keep sabotaging me and Rudy? God, that’s such a Rafe thing to do—‘if I can’t have her, no one can’?”, you laughed again, taunting him, not noticing how much you were really getting on his nerves.
“Shut up”, he was seething with anger, but you weren’t paying attention to his fists clenching and unclenching by his sides.
“Oh, are you mad that this little bitch found out your little secret, Rafe?”, you kept laughing, but it ended abruptly and a gasp fell from your lips when you felt a hand around your throat, feeling your feet almost lift off the floor before you were pushed against a wall.
You had definitely not expected anything like it, unprepared to the sudden sexual tension now in the air. You weren’t scared, no, more like, turned on.
Drew was panting, your breath coming out with pauses as his head was leaning down, his hot breath hitting against your shoulder and his other hand snaking it’s way on your waist, below the fabric of your shirt.
“Call me Rafe one more time and I’ll show you what he does to little bitches like you”, he growled lowly into your ear, sending shivers down your spine with the suggestive comment.
You tried to remember how to breathe and gather yourself for a moment before opening your mouth.
“Guess I was wrong”, you managed to mutter out.
“Wrong about what?”, he almost whispered, his voice raspy from the shouting.
“Maybe you are still into me”, you smiled, closing your eyes as you enjoyed the feeling of his rough hands on your skin.
“Now, now, Y/N, don’t get cocky”, he let out a sinister chuckle, making you press your legs together.
And he of course, noticed it.
“Open your legs”, he commanded and you did it without hesitation.
He placed his knee between your legs, lifting it up slightly until his thigh came in contact with your heated core.
“Drew...”, you whined, now in need of more.
“What is it, Y/N?”, he purred your name and you were starting to get desperate for his actual touch.
“Please”, you whined again, knowing he knew what you wanted.
“After all the shit you said tonight, you’re gonna have to beg for it, baby”.
can you possibly write one about the secret fwb troupe between y/n and rafe and at midsummers y/n gets lowkey jealous and goes up to rafe all sultry and like no one can make you feel like me and tries (read fails to) take control and rafe is all like nice try sweetie but you know whose in charge and then like full on kinky as fuck smut and he’s also lowkey mad cause she was talking to jj so he’s also like only i can make you feel this way ...
Warnings: smut, this is just smut and pure chaos.
ONE WEEK PRIOR
When she agreed to being friends with benefits with Rafe Cameron, Y/N had no idea in the situation she was getting herself into nor did she planned to actually catch feelings for the problematic boy of Outer Banks. It was supposed to be a good time and just that, pure sex nothing more, “a good fuck” in Rafe’s own words but all the flirting with other girls was getting under her skin too much for her liking.
Even though Y/N lived at Figure Eight in a nice house and she was a kook by blood, she was far from actually being and acting like one. She was rebel and confident, everyone knew her. She wasn’t afraid to take manners with her bare hands if necessary plus she pretty much hated capitalism so her life envolved in enraging her parents and pissing off every conservative old lady.
At the moment she was downing her third tequila shot when she spotted Rafe sniffing a line of coke next to a fake blondie who looked to comfortable next to him, with one hand near his crotch, that alone made Y/N’s blood boil, she cursed that girl in her mind, placing down the shot cup full of anger which ended up in it breaking into pieces, cutting her skin.
“Are you okay?” Topper asked touching her shoulder.
“Don’t talk to me now!” She said angrily not even looking at him.
Y/N walked towards Rafe and the random girl, making sure to strut her way to him leaving all eyes glued on her and her hips.
“You must think you are extremely funny pulling all this stuff, but you wanna know something.” Y/N said catching their attention. “Fuck you Rafe Cameron!” The girl whispered in his ear after pushing his colar next to her. “And fuck you too bottle ass blonde.” She pointed at the girl who didn’t understood a single thing.
“I just want coke!” She stated getting up, leaving them. “You have my number, call me when you’re done.” She winked at Rafe.
“Do you want to fucking die bitch? Leave!” Y/N pointed towards the door. “Now.” She said through gritted teeths.
Rafe tried to sit Y/N down but she abruptly got off his grip, almost slapping him across the face.
“Fuck you this isn’t funny Rafe.” She said.
“Come on baby, don’t act like a crazy ass jealous bitch, it’s not your thing.” Rafe sat down, legs spread and head back into the couch.
“You wanna see me act like a crazy ass bitch? Say no more baby boy.” Y/N spoke, voice full of venom before she pushed his board with lines of coke and dollar bills rolled in cylindric forms off the table.
“What the fuck Y/N!” Rafe screamed getting all the attention of the room on them.
“You said I was acting like a crazy bitch so I gave you a reason to say it” She shrug her shoulders like it wasn’t a big deal. “Bye bye lover boy, have fun. I think you have a bottle blond waiting to suck your dick in your room.” She smirked while waiving him goodbye, giving him a nice view of her backside.
CURRENT TIME
Y/N made sure to avoid and ignore all calls and texts from Rafe all week, if he wanted to play a dirty game with her so could she and deep down Rafe knew better not to mess with Y/N for she was careless and fearless, thats what drove him insane, having someone defying him all the time was exhausting but also left him horny as fuck, desperate to ruin her.
Midsummers was approaching and with that came Y/N retaliation, a sick vengeance. She made sure to wear his favorite color on a rather sensual dress who showed off her body with a high slit on her left leg and a tight cleavage. Her hair straighted fell down Y/N’s back like a free cascade of water, one off Rafe’s weakness after her in black.
That night Y/N was unstoppable, also craving his touch but mainly she wanted to tease him as well. All night Rafe tried to get her attention by brushing against her on purpose or holding her hips in a strong gaze when he wanted to pass through, all things she ignored until he decided to play dirty again, giving all his attention to other girl, keeping the eye contact on Y/N and all her moves. She smiled at him before blowing him a kiss, turning on her heels to find JJ who looked hot in a suit, gathering cups left behind at the beach.
“Hey there!” She said. “That shit looks amazing on you JJ.” Y/N made sure to complement JJ loud enough for Rafe to hear.
“Thank you Y/N, you look divine as always.” JJ winked at her in a flirty way.
“You’re the sweetest.” Y/N said kissing his cheek while looking at Rafe who was fuming.
She was quick to left JJ alone to get another drink, being sober at the moment killed her fun and the night was just starting, so the girl in the black dress made her way to the indoor bar who surprisingly was pretty much empty, letting herself in and at home she served herself with the alcohol of the Cameron’s household.
Rafe followed shortly after, entering the room without her noticing his presence until he made himself known, he leaned into the wall watching her drink from the bottle, back arched and head back downing the bottle of licor, that sight made his cock twitch inside his pants.
“Such pretty lips for such a brat.” He made himself known, Y/N looked at Rafe cleaning her mouth with one finger, in a suggestive way. “Could be wrapped around other thing...” Rafe said walking closer to the girl he desired.
“Go find someone else to suck your cock.” Y/N smiled at him, still mad. “Oh wait!” She mocked him with one finger on her chin in a thoughtful way. “No one can make you feel like I can... What a shame...” Y/N added with both hands on top of the balcony, giving Rafe a clear view of her breasts.
Rafe obviously done with the stunts she pulled all week walking fast to her, closing the space between their bodies abruptly. With one hand on her jaw he made her look into his eyes, both of them full of lust and desire.
“Nice try sweetie but we both know who’s in charge.” Rafe pressed himself against her.
“You have zero power over me Cameron.” Y/N lied, which made Rafe laugh.
“You know I have no problems in fucking you here and now for everyone to see right?” Rafe pushed her hair to one side, whispering into her ear before leaving open mouthed kissed all over the sensitive skin of her neck. “You always put on such a pretty show for me, I think it’s a shame for others not to see it as well.” Rafe moved his hand along her naked leg, not wrapped around his hip. “What you think baby, will you finally be a good little slut for me?” He asked without shame, squeezing her ass.
Y/N didn’t answer, instead she moaned into his mouth once their lips collided into a angry kiss.
“All I had to do was give you some attention, look at you already a mess and I haven’t even touched you properly baby.” Rafe teased her.
“Do it then.” She sassed. “Touch me properly Rafe Cameron.” Y/N bit her lip walking backwards into the direction of the stairway which lead to the rooms upstairs.
Rafe followed right behind Y/N, unable to keep his hands to himself along the way, once they got to the next floor the sound of the music from the party outside was muffled due to the thick walls.
Y/N was pushed into the nearest wall by Rafe, who wasted no time in attaching his lips to her neck, bitting and sucking on the skin leaving purple marks hard to cover. One of his hands left her hips to play with her covered right breast, playing with her flesh in his hands, her nipples hardened with his touch right away which made him roll and twist them with his fingers, she unable to hold her moans anymore freed them rather loudly with her head back pressed into the wall, the wet spot in her panties becoming more and more noticeable.
Rafe brought his hand to her mouth, making her look into his bright eyes, pupils blown with desire.
“Don’t make a sound.” He order descending his hand from her mouth to her throat, squeezing it hardly.
“Or what?” She asked teasing him, enjoying the sensation.
“Shouldn’t have asked that my love.” Rafe tapped her face slightly, pretending to slap her.
He was quick to pick her up, Y/N’s legs automatically surround his hips, they are face to face now and their breaths meet erotically making her dizzy from all the desire.
Rafe entered his room, placing her down after switching his light on, a red shade illuminated the room creating a sensual atmosphere.
“Been planning this?” Y/N asked sassy, twirling her hair in her finger.
“Stop being a brat already.” He pushed her against him, by the back of his neck.
In a mess of limbs they managed to find their way to Rafe’s bed, who held immense memories of previous nights.
“Strip.” He ordered from the bed, laying down with both arms flexed behind his head. Y/N followed his command, stripping sensually off her dress, giving him a show of her body. “Fucking hot.” He moaned, palming himself through his pants.
Y/N crawled her way back to his lap, sitting in the middle of Rafe’s thighs, replacing his hand with hers palming his already rock hard cock through his pants in an agonizing slow motion.
“Don’t tease me.” Rafe was quick to spit it out, grabbing her by the back of her neck, almost dragging her close to him.
“Admit it.” She whispered sultry. “Admit no other bitch can make you feel like I do.” She said continuing her movements, watching him fall apart beneath her.
Rafe grabbed her hand ceasing her movements as he pinned her down to his bed, his body hovering her while with one knee he parted her thighs.
“C’mon pretty girl, we both know I’m the one who makes you cum like no other.” He said kissing down her stomach, running his hands down sides.
Not like there was another. She thought to herself.
“Fuck you Rafe Cameron.” Y/N tried her best not to moan loudly as the boy she was sleeping around began to tease her sensitive clit through her panties.
“Barely touched you and you’re already a mess sweetie.” He teased her getting rid of her underwear. “Always so wet for me.” He whispered, more to himself, as he ran a finger down her folds spreading even more her wetness before he started to slowly and painfully eating her out, taking his time making sure to make her head spin.
Involuntary Y/N began to let out a few muffled moans through her mouth who she quickly cover with her hand, biting the back of it as Rafe inserted one finger inside her.
“Do you think JJ could make you feel like this?” Rafe bluntly questioned her with a piercing gaze that almost made her come undone at the sight of it.
“Maybe I-I should f-find out m-myself.” Y/N teased supporting herself into her forearms.
“Is that so?” He arched one brow, moving his finger faster inside her. “I don’t think so.” Rafe laughed cocky adding one more finger inside her which lead into Y/N crying out duo the stinging pain she felt as he stretched her open.
“R-Rafe.” The girl moaned, squirming under Rafe’s touch. “Please.” She begged.
“Please what baby?” He asked coming up to her face, his chin glistening with her arouse.
“Make me cum.” She whined moving her hips trying to get some relief which Rafe quickly put an end to, grabbing her hip down.
“Manners pretty girl.” He joked, biting her bottom lip.
“Please make me cum.” She begged nicely watching Rafe his eyes back. “Please daddy.” She teased him, playing innocently with her dirty words.
“You want daddy to make you cum huh?” Rafe continuously kept moving his thumb over her clit in circular motions. “Why don’t you ask JJ?” He teased her biting her ear lobe.
Y/N smirked slyly at him hoping to caught him off guard to push him on his back, getting on top again. Rafe secretly loving the sudden dominance yet missing already being the one in control.
She started to slowly unbutton his white shirt, dragging her nails across his toned chest in the process, Rafe quickly got rid of it.
“Look at you, so desperate for me to touch you Rafey.” She mocked him brushing her hand over his crotch making Rafe buck his hips up. “I don’t think JJ would cum in his pants.” She winked at him, undoing his belt, slowly pulling his pants down, leaving him in just his black boxers.
“I love when you act like a little slut but we both down you are just a bratty bottom.” Rafe stated as she straddle his lap moaning loudly once she felt his cock against her core.
“A bratty bottom hun?” She looked at his eyes. “But I’m still the one who leaves you on your knees.” Y/N grinded her hips making his breath hitch. “Begging for more.” She lowered herself down, kissing his lips aggressively.
Rafe’s hands moved to her ass, grabbing the skin roughly and slapping it red. “Why don’t you show me what you got then?” He order licking her lips.
Y/N got down on her knees, taking of his boxers taking a good look at his hard cock, finally free. The precum leaking making it painfully hard and needy for more which made her mouth water. Carefully she took it into her hand, pumping it a few times before she licked the head of his cock slowly and throughout with small strokes of her tongue.
“Stop. Fucking. Teasing. Me.” Rafe moaned while he grabbed her hair in his fist, forcing her head down.
Y/N opened her mouth widely to take him, she took his cock into her mouth wrapping her lips around his thick shaft as she sucked on it hollowing her cheeks during the process. She felt it hit the back of her throat making her moan and her eyes tear. He quickly pulled her up as he felt his cock twitch in her mouth, grabbing her by the back of the neck seeing her with tears in her eyes and swollen lips. She never looked more beautiful than when she was fucked out.
Their lips met in a passionate kiss, hands unable to stay in one place as they seemed to grab every bit of skin they could. Y/N clawed Rafe’s back when he pinned her down again, feeling his cock close to her entrance.
“Beg for it.” He demanded placing his cock at her entrance. “Like a good girl.” He added, purring in her ear.
“Please Rafe, fuck me till I forget my own name. I need it so bad. I miss your cock so much.” Y/N looked deep into his eyes. “Ruin me, make me yours.” Desperately to feel him she bucked her hips.
“So good for me.” He cooed kissing the hot skin of her neck as he buried himself deep inside Y/N, automatically feeling her velvety walls clench tightly around him as Y/N cried out feeling his cock where she needed it the most. “Always so fucking tight around my cock, taking me so well.” He moaned letting her get used to it, observing her facial expression. “You love it when I fuck you don’t you? Always so eager for me, always begging like a whore.”
“Fuck Rafe, harder.” She almost screamed not caring anymore of anyone heard, which she doubted because the music as load enough to cover it.
“As you wish princess.” Rafe supported half of his weight in his forearms, both around her head, as he thrusted his hips harshly against hers.
Y/N felt his cock hit the right spot inside her, making her see colors as he kept brushing against it. He slowed his movements, grinding slowly against her, moving one hand down her body to rub her clit.
“I’m so close.” She confessed pressing her thighs against his hips.
“Cum for me.” He said softly. “I want you to cum around my cock baby.” Rafe stated looking down at her. He loved watching her fall apart underneath him, the sight of her face making him cum almost instantly.
She threw her head back pressing herself against him while she came undone, feeling the familiar not in her stomach and the wave of pleasure travel around her body strongly. He placed one hand over her throat squeezing his grip on her skin.
“Cum inside me.” She begged curling her legs around him the moment she felt he was about to pull out. “Please daddy, cum inside me.” Her mouth fell open while Rafe’s thrusts got sloppy and his grip on her throat became a slight touch.
“Oh god.” The words left their mouths like a enchanted melody while they came undone, she felt the hot sprunges of cum inside her as his hips twitch.
Rafe pressed his body against her, pulling out slowly earning a discomfort noise from Y/N duo to the overstimulation in the area downstairs, her pussy aching. Both out of breath Rafe moved her hair out of her face.
“Let me clean you up.” He offered get up to grab a damp towel from his bathroom leaving her in his bed, turning off the lights in the process leaving the room just with the lights from outside.
He ran the fabric through her body, carefully cleaning her, wiping off the mess they made previously Y/N whimper feeling the rough fabric.
“I know, I’m sorry.” He said once he was done, laying beside her.
“We should get dress and get back.” Y/N said even though she was tired and sleepy, Rafe laughed and shoke his head pulling the white sheets over them.
“Fuck the midsummers party.” He whispered pulling her close to his body.
request: Req: going on a vacation trip with Drew and the rest of the cast but you and Drew sneak away from the group to go have sex and they come looking for you and Drew keeps thrusting slowly, trying to get you to make a noise cuz the idea of getting caught turns him on
description: you and drew escape your friends for a few moments of thrill but when they come looking for you, drew doesn't want to stop.
warnings: drew starkey x reader, SMUT, outdoor sex, unprotected sex, mentions of madelyn, madison, deione, austin, rudy, chase, swearing.
a/n: i feel like i completely butchered the request but i kinda like this :))
you looked around the fancy hotel room that you shared with drew, awe shown clearly on your face.
the entire cast of obx had decided to go on a vacation trip to Barcelona as a celebration for the show being so popular.
drew stared at you as your fingertips gently pressed against the fabric of the couch in the corner of the room, gasping in amazement at how soft it felt.
drew walked closer to you, his footsteps as light as a feather, and wrapped his long arms around your waist.
"wanna see if the bed works, princess?" he smirked against the skin of your neck, peppering soft kisses onto it. you just giggled at him and entangled your fingers with his, resting your head back on his shoulder.
his lips sucked slightly, trying to mark your sensitive skin, letting purple hues become visible.
it was cut short when a loud, short knock landed on the hotel room.
"housekeeping!" rudy laughed boisterously, quoting the character 'jj maybank' that he plays in the show.
you rolled your eyes at his idiotic behaviour.
"come in." drew groaned, knowing he was going to end up with blue balls by the end of the week long trip.
"we're going out to the woods for a little picnic thing so meet us down in the lobby in five minutes." rudy grinned, waving at the two of you before leaving you alone again.
"can't we just stay here?" drew whispered in your ear, wrapping himself around you again, blowing hot air against your earlobe, causing your cheeks to flush crimson. quickly, you swatted his wandering hands away from your body and chucked at his sullen, disappointed face. he looked like a child who had just been declined of ice cream or chocolate.
"babe, when we get back you can do whatever you want with me." you winked at him, before strutting out of the hotel room, not without hearing your boyfriend let a deep moan escape his groggy throat.
oOo
the stars glistened in the jet black sky, the moon shining a vibrant light down on the chattering group.
they had stayed hidden within the tall trees for longer than expected, enjoying the calm and tranquil aura the environment gave them.
drew kept his hands away from you the entire day surprisingly, opting to sit with Austin and JD rather than you. at first you were hurt, thinking you made him upset or angry, but one glance at the still rising tent in his trousers made you connect the dots.
"so, how is your room?" madelyn asks you, playing with chases fingers as she sat in his lap, "ours has an amazing view of the pool!"
you just shrugged, realising that you never even got a chance to look out your window due to drew's insane sex drive.
"i like the couch." you giggled, the couch being the one thing you actually took note of.
eventually, you managed to pull yourself out of the conversation once Madison joined in, choosing to just peacefully take in your surroudings.
the group were laughing and eating the leftover snacks when you felt a slight pull on your sweater, making you tilt your head up to the towering giant stood above you.
he didn't say anything, just kept a grip on your sleeve while pulling you away from his cast members.
"where are we goi-" drew's hand slapped against your mouth, silencing your speech.
"be quiet would you? don't want them realising we're gone."
you both reached a thick tree trunk, taller than all the other trees and surrounded by a mess of shrub and weeds. you started to open your mouth to speak but drews mouth connected to yours.
he pushed you against the tree trunk, hidden to anybody who walked past. you pressed your body impossibly close to his, your breasts skimming against his broad pecks causing him to groan.
drew held your wrists above your head, leisurely grinding against your heated body, your knees trembling from the thrill of outdoor sex while your friends were sat barely 100 metres away. His hot mouth sucked on your neck, no doubt leaving hickeys all up your throat and jaw.
his hand pulled your sweater off, leaving you in just your black bra. drews mouth pratically drooled as you pulled the fabric down, letting your breasts spill from the raunchy clothing item.
his hot lips closed around your nipple, solid from the cool breeze hitting against it. you let out a quiet whine from his tongue swirling around the sensitive area, your thighs clenching because of the dripping sensation of your wetness pooling in your panties.
his calloused hands roughly groped the mounds on your heaving chest, tweaking your hardened nipples. His lips moved away from your sore neck and steadily trailed down to your bare, prominant collarbones, leaving more scarlet hickeys against your now bruised flesh.
"drew, please." you whimpered, the aching in between your legs becoming impossible to ignore. you felt your teasing boyfriend grin against your chest, loving his affect on your body.
abruptly, he stopped his attack on your bruised breasts and let his fingertips drop from your chest to your soaked thighs, tenderly pulling them open, revealing your damp panties, coated in your own juices. the black lace was soaked with your arousal, making a low growl release from drew's throat. Immediately, his slender, impatient fingers made their way to the soiled fabric, moving it aside as they slid carelessly across your wet folds.
Not being able to keep his mouth to himself, drew gripped the hem of your panties and aggressively yanked them down, dropping to his knees on the grass and wasting no more time before pressing his hot mouth against your throbbing heat. His nose glided past your responsive clit, mildly brushing against it, sending shocks of euphoria down your trembling spine. You tugged on a few strands of his messy, blonde hair, causing him whisper onto your burning core. a loud scream broke out of your mouth, surprising the pair of you.
"shut up. do you want the others to find us, princess?" you quickly shook your head, finding dominant drew incredibly attractive and hot.
Drew snickered mockingly, his azure eyes darkening as they connected with yours, dropping an eyelid down at you, sending you into overdrive. His body rose back up to stand face to face with you, taking away all the pleasure he was giving to your pussy. The dull ache rushed back to you as your body implored for pleasure.
He quickly kicked off his tight, black boxer briefs, leaving him naked in front of you. One of his veiny, large hands wrapped around your marked up neck, keeping a light pressure to the sides of your skin. His other hand gripped your thigh roughly, pulling it over his forearm, no doubt leaving bruises for you to find tomorrow. the new position was bound to feel like ecstasy. His length neared your whimpering hole as his eyes stared into your y/e/c ones, ogling you as you pull your swollen, red bottom lip into your mouth by your pearl teeth seductively. He shook his head, tired of your teasing games.
"don't make a sound."
His hips thrust into yours with no warning, causing a scream to erupt, completely ignoring drews demands to keep the others unaware of your rendezvous . ignoring your ignorant, loud noises, drew kept his hips at a consistent speed but after a few minutes, he managed to pick up the pace, leaving you in a mess of uncontrollable whimpers and whines. drew let your reactions feed into his already outstanding ego, his cocky expression beaming as he knew he was the only one that could make you so vocal and reactive during sex.
"y/n? drew?" a voice called from a couple metres away, causing you both to drop silent, drew pausing his hip movements.
"where do you think they are?" chase asked the other voice, who you recognised to be deione.
while your body shook with anticipation, terrified of being caught, the pleasure from before suddenly started again. drews thrusts stayed slow and steady, making sure not to let any grunts leave his gaping lips, keeping one hand gripped against your face, knowing how loud you usually were. he grew harder at the thought of possibly being caught.
unfortunately for you both, your friends decided the rock that was hiding the two of you, would be a good place to stand and talk about your whereabouts.
Drews grip on your mouth tightened as he felt your tight walls squeeze around his girthy dick, making a wave of nirvana sweep over his now tranquil figure, his slack jaw dropped open and his head fell back, cutting the eye contact you were holding. You gawked at the beautiful sight above you, amazed at how such a simple, ordinary thing could be turned so hot by your gorgeous, god-crafted boyfriend. you almost forgot about the crowd of people stood right in front of you, unknowing they were next to two people having sex in the middle of the woods.
their chatter and worry continues as you began to feel the knot in your stomach become unbearably tight and impossible to hold as your hands moved to grip drews muscular, tan biceps.
he understood what that meant as he felt your thighs shake out of control, your fingers squeezing his arms painfully hard, nails pushing into his bruised skin.
he moved his head up to your ear, his hot breath blowing onto the soft skin,
"let go." at his almost inaudible words, you released the orgasm you were desperately holding, and just moments later he followed, splurging his heavy load inside you.
He stayed inside of you, not wanting to pull out and accidently cause too much commotion, unnaturally aware of the crinkly leaves below your exhausted feet, tired smiles spread across your sweaty, elated faces. The excitement and thrill of doing it in meters away from your best friends causing the experience to be the best sex either of you had ever experienced.
now all you had to figure out was how to go back to the picnic area unnoticed...
jj was one who always loved to please his girl, loved listening to her moan and watching as he made her orgasm. he was never the type of guy who expected a girl to go down on him, but he never expected to find a girl who wanted to please him and try new things.
you and jj laid in bed, the blanket barely covering your naked bodies. it was something out of a movie, the windows open, the waves crashing, you felt happy. jj brushed hair out your face, tracing his finger down your nose.
your arms crossed across his stomach, cheek resting on your arm. your finger traced his chest, drawing patterns and words. "you are so beautiful" jj mumbled and held your cheek, rubbing his thumb over your lips and you open your mouth. jj hesitated, but pressed his thumb against your tongue. you smile and wrap your lips around his thumb, jj biting his lip. "so sexy.."
you pull away and straddle jj's waist, your naked torso on display and jj couldn't help but kiss your chest. "jj.. are you up for experimenting?"
"what do you have in mind?" jj loved experimenting with you, you taught him new things he enjoyed and other things he wasn't a big fan of. you took the blanket off you two, your finger tracing the tip of his cock. jj shivered and you smile, kissing his stomach.
"it's something i've seen in porn once or twice. it's where the guy fucks the girl's mouth. it's really hot. this one time he was gripping her hair and thrusting into her mouth. kinda like he was fucking her, but it was her mouth"
jj sat and stared at you as you spoke, gulping. you felt nervous, like you went too far and spoke too much. jj could tell what you were thinking, grabbing your neck and pulling you down to kiss him. your hand pumped his cock slowly, jj humming into your mouth.
"are.. are you sure you want to do it?" he asked, and you smiled, nodding. jj moved and sat on the edge of his bed, you on your knees on the floor. "are you sure?"
"yes, jj. now you're the one in control. you move my head the speed you want, and if you feel me hit your thigh, please let go, hm?" jj nodded. "just go slow, get used to it" jj licked his lips and held your hair softly, pulling you down to wrap your lips around his cock, jj bobbing your head slowly.
jj closed his eyes, your hands on his knees as he moved your head faster. you felt yourself growing wetter at his moans, and the fact that he was now taking control. soon his hips started to move, thrusting into your mouth and holding your head.
spit and saliva formed at the side of your mouth, falling down your chin and down your chest. jj looked down at you and moaned at the sight, holding your hair back and tying it up quickly. "you look so pretty with my cock in your mouth, mm, fucking hell" jj hissed and your nails dug into his thigh, his fist gripping your ponytail and pushing you down.
you gag and tap his thigh, jj letting go and you pulled your head away. you took deep breaths, jj panting and wiping his thumb over your chin and pushing the spit back in your mouth.
you moan at this new found confidence in jj, your eyes still on his as you went down and took his cock in your mouth again. jj slightly slid off the bed, holding the back of your head as he thrusts into your mouth.
you closed your eyes for a brief moment, jj holding your chin. "i want you to watch me fuck your mouth, open those pretty eyes" you did and jj let out a moan, throwing his head back as his thrusts got sloppy. you held the back of his thighs and more spit fell onto your chest, your nose pressing against his pubes and fingernails digging into the back of his thigh as he pressed your head down, taking all of him into your mouth as he came.
strings of cum painted the walls of your throat and you scratch down jj's stomach, pulling away and drinking every last drop. jj huffed and fell back against the bed, his hands on his chest as he caught his breath. you stood up and headed to the bathroom, cleaning yourself off and getting dressed.
as you headed back to his room, jj rushed over to you and picked you up, spinning you around. "jj!" you giggle and hold his shoulders, jj falling on the bed and showering you in kisses all over your face. you held his shoulders and he stops, looking at you. "what?"
"you're... fucking amazing. i've never met someone like you before, and i mean that in a good way" you smile and brush your hand over his hair, admiring him. "that was.. phenomenal. i'm so glad we tried that. can we try that another time?"
"we can try whatever you want, baby" you smile, kissing him softly and playing with the strings on his sweatpants. "you wanna go skinny dipping on your hot tub?"
"now you're speaking my language!" he exclaimed with a smile and you laughed, following him outside and watching him strip, getting in the hot tub. you leaned over the edge and kissed him slowly, jj pulling off your shirt. "come on in, the water is perfect, just like you!"
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