summary: You're on strict bed rest after a mission gone wrong. And who decides to become your personal nurse? Your ex-boyfriend, Steve.
warnings: hospitals, stitches, scars, mentions of wounds, second chance trope, afab! reader, smut (+18), p i v unprotected (don't do this irl), fingering, oral (f), hair pulling, cum play.
words: 4.4 k masterlist
“She can meet one person, briefly.” the doctor says and the group falls into silence. Steve assumes it won’t be him. He doesn’t deserve first anymore, not after the breakup.
The group seems to think differently, maybe because Steve has been pacing in the hall, biting his nails nervously in the need to see you.
“Uh, it should be Steve.” Dustin clears his throat.
“What?” Steve’s head lifts, his voice comes out sharper than he means to.
“You look like you’re about to throw up.” Dustin simply says.
“What he means is that you’re the most involved.” Robin says.
Steve stops outside the door. The doctor’s voice echoes in his head from earlier: “She remembers everything except the final incident. Do not fill in those gaps. We need her brain to recover naturally. No stress, so no forcing memories.”
No telling you. Even if you ask.
He pushes the door open, the room is quiet besides for the beeping of the monitor. And then he sees you, you look smaller somehow, hair messy against the pillow, a faint bruise against your temple, your thigh bandaged beneath the blanket. And then your eyes, your eyes are opened. You turn to him at the sound of the door and for half a second, Steve forgets how to breathe.
“Hey.” your voice is raspy but still unmistakably yours.
He closes the door behind him gently, like loud noises might shatter the moment. “Hey,” he replies.
“You look awful.” you joke, chuckling.
A shaky laugh escapes him too. “Yeah, uh, I haven’t really slept.”
“Oh… sorry.” you wince slightly, feeling guilty.
“Hey, it’s okay. I’m so glad you’re okay.” he sighs.
“I don’t know if I would call this okay.” you say.
“Sure, you have some stitches, and mild concussion stuff, but you’re talking to me.” he says. His thumb brushes over your knuckles without realizing. You shift your fingers, brushing your thumb over his skin softly.
“Did I pass out?” you ask.
There it is. The gap. The doctor’s warning echoes in his head. Don’t fill in the missing pieces. He forces himself to not explain everything.
“Yeah,” he says gently. “And you hit your head. That’s the last part you remember?”
You frown slightly. “I remember the mission… and then I remember we saw a demodog behind us and then…” you try to think hard but it all becomes foggy after that, frustrating you. “What happened after that?”
Every instinct in him screams to tell you. To say he got there in time, he fought it off. Instead he has to swallow it.
“You’ll remember when you’re supposed to,” he says softly. “Doctor’s orders, no stress.”
“You stayed all night?”
“Of course I did.”
“Thank you.” you squeeze his hand tighter.
“I’m really glad you’re okay.” he repeats. “You should rest now.”
“Don’t go yet.” you murmur.
“Okay, I won’t.” he promises immediately.
And the next morning when your eyes open and you look around the room, you find him already standing.
“Morning.” he whispers gently.
Your lips curl up. “You’re still here.”
“Yeah.”
The nurses run a few basic checks. Flash a light in your eyes. Ask you the date, name, and the president. You answer easily.
“Any new memories?” the doctor asks.
You concentrate, but nothing comes to mind. “No, just up until the noise behind me.”
The doctor nods. “That’s okay. Sometimes the brain protects itself. We won’t force it.”
They run a cognitive test, simple recall exercises, word associations, short-term memory questions. Steve stays quiet in the corner. They even let him remain when the neurologist comes in later.
“We’d like to ask you about the people involved in the incident,” the doctor explains gently. “Just to confirm relational memory remains intact.”
You nod.
“Can you describe your relationship with this young man?”
You freeze. Steve swears his heart actually stops.
“Um, sure… we dated, for two years.” you start a little awkward. “Then we broke up about a year ago.”
“And now?” the doctor asks.
You glance at him. “We’re friends now.” you say quickly. Steve nods, staring at the floor. The doctor writes something down.
“Do you feel that description is accurate?” the doctor asks Steve.
He clears his throat. “Yeah.”
The doctor finishes the evaluation and leaves them alone. Silence settles.
“So… how did you sleep?” you ask quietly.
He doesn’t answer. He doesn’t really need to. The faint dark circles. The tired redness in his eyes.
“You didn’t sleep.” you realize.
“The chair sucks.” he lies. Actually, everytime he closes his eyes he sees you lying on the floor without moving and he relives the nightmare all over again.
“You should rest, Steve." you say, serious. “Stay.”
“I am staying.”
“No, I mean… with me.” you shake your head faintly. You hand pats the space beside you carefully.
His brain short-circuits. He calls your name carefully.
“I just mean… you might actually sleep, you look like you need it.”
He laughs under his breath. “I’m fine.”
“Steve.”
He hesitates only a second before moving slowly. Then, carefully, sits on the edge and shifts onto the bed beside you, mindful of the bandaged thigh. He wants to keep distance but you close that distance yourself. Your head finds his shoulder naturally, your hand slides over his chest lightly. His body finally relaxes. For the first time since the Upside Down, the noise in his head quiets.
“You’re warm.” you murmur sleepily.
“And you’re freezing.” he says and slowly pulls you in even more.
“Thank you for staying.”
“Always.” he whispers and closes his eyes.
And within minutes, you’re both deeply asleep.
—
By the third day Steve feels more at ease in the hospital rooms, your color is better, the bruise on your temple has darkened but settled, your stitches itch more than they hurt.
Dustin begs Steve to go home already, he doesn’t listen until you back Dustin up. “You do need to shower and sleep better.”
“You too?” he looks betrayed.
“I’ll survive one night without you hovering.” you joke.
“Fine, one night.” he sighs. “You sure you're okay?”
“Yes.” you nod.
“You feel dizzy? Headache worse? Nausea?”
“Steve.”
“Right. Sorry. You can tell any nurse to call me, or Robin, or Dustin. I’ll be here in ten minutes. Probably less.”
“Steve, I’m fine.” you laugh.
“Just in case.” he repeats.
“Hey, um… wait.” you tell him.
“What? You okay?”
“I- I think I’ve remembered something, but it might have just been a dream.” you say confused.
“Okay… tell me.”
“It was behind me… I heard it, and I turned but it was too close. I remember shooting and missing.” you explain. “I also remember thinking that… it was going to grab me.”
His hands curl into fists at his sides. You inhale shakily.
“And then you yelled… my name. And you threw one of the fireworks at it before it got to me. I think it scratched my leg when you pulled me back, and I fell, or… I remember falling. You were fighting it, you didn’t stop, even when it tried to go for you.”
“You remember that?” he asks.
You nod. “You were so angry, I’ve never seen you like that.” you murmur.
“You were out cold, you don’t know how scary that was.” he says remembering. Then he clears his throat. “Okay, okay, hang on.”
“What?”
“I need to get the doctor.”
“Wait, Steve! But I can’t tell that to the doctors!” you panic.
“Oh, right! Uh, we told the doctors that it was a bear instead of… well, a demogorgon.” he explains.
“And they bought it?” you frown.
“I don’t know- Dustin and Nancy took care of the convincing part.”
Ten minutes later, a neurologist is shining a light into her eyes again.“When did this memory return?” the doctor asks calmly.
“Just now.” you answer.
Steve stands by the wall, trying not to look like he’s about to explode with relief. They run a few more cognitive checks. Ask you to recount the sequence again, and you do.
The doctor nods, satisfied.
“This is very good,” he says. “Memory recovery without agitation is a strong sign.”
“So she’s okay?” Steve asks immediately.
“She’s recovering well. If tonight remains stable, she can be discharged tomorrow.”
“Really?” your eyes widen.
“Yes. Strict rest,” the doctor emphasizes. “No unnecessary movement, bathroom trips only, and assisted, no stairs if possible, and no stress. Stitches will need care. Concussion protocol for at least a week. If symptoms worsen, you come back immediately.”
Steve nods like he’s memorizing every syllable. “I’ll take care of her,” he says before thinking.
“We’ll provide written instructions,” the doctor says neutrally. When you’re alone again, you both smile.
“You’re going home.” Steve celebrates.
“Looks like it.” you laugh.
The day you’re discharged it’s like a ceremony. The girls took care of reorganizing your apartment like it’s a military operation, they already have a schedule of your ‘designated nurses’ for days and nights (Steve’s name is written in literally every single day of the week. He doesn’t think he needs to go back home now, he can shower and sleep at your place. It wouldn’t be the first time.) But the girls are on duty to help you with bathroom necessities, you’re thankful for that.
In the first days and nights, the apartment has settled into a rhythm. Pills, water, rest, conversations to kill the boredom, more rest. Steve has unofficially moved in. There’s always a different hoodie of his hanging over one of the chairs, his bag tucked in by the wall, his shampoo in your shower.
Just like old times.
One afternoon you’re bored out of your mind.
“I can’t just stare at the ceiling anymore.” you groan, falling against your pillows with your eyes closer for more dramatism.
“You want the TV?” Steve looks up from the couch they put beside your bed.
“No, I’m bored of it too.”
“Music?”
“Noo.”
“A book?”
“No, no, no.” you whine and you finally look up at him, you’re left speechless. Steve has his glasses on.
His cute nerdy glasses that just look ridiculously good on him, even more so with the messy hair he’s got as well.
God, you forgot about the glasses.
“What?” he asks, confused by the staring.
“You’re wearing your glasses.”
He adjusts them awkwardly. “Yeah, I was already getting a headache without wearing them.”
“They’re very helpful.”
And oh so hot on him. You think.
“And uncomfortable.” he sits on the edge of your bed, and like always, his hand finds yours first. He laces your fingers together. “You really don’t want me to read to you?”
“You’d read to me?”
“Do you want me to?” he smiles and you just nod.
He starts reading to you, his voice is low and slow. You don’t even care about the story, you’re watching him. The way the glasses slide slightly down his nose when he looks down. The way he pushes them back up with his knuckle. The way his brows furrow when he concentrates.
“You look really good with glasses.” you say softly.
He stops mid-sentence. “Uh- u- what?”
“You do.”
“You always said that.” he avoids your eyes.
“Because it’s true.”
“They’re not exactly cool or handsome.”
“They’re very handsome. Makes you look smarter.” you joke and he smiles a little, keeps reading to you, and you keep watching.
After a few chapters of the book, you both end up falling asleep. Cuddling.
—
The first day the schedule fails is because Robin got stuck at work, Nancy at home, Max fell asleep without an alarm. So the only one here is… well, Steve. Which is completely fine, except for some occasions.
You’re propped up against pillows again, wearing one of his old t-shirts that’s worn thin from years of washing. He tries not to notice you’re not wearing anything more than your underwear and just a sheet covering your thighs.
“Alright, we gotta clean the stitches.” he says holding the small medical kit Nancy left there.
“Do we really?”
“Yes.”
“Can’t they just… heal quietly on their own?”
“That’s not how wounds work.”
“Fine, but I’m not looking.”
“Alright,” he moves the sheets off of your legs. “I’m gonna lift the shirt a little.” he lets you know before doing it. Both your breaths catch the moment he moves your shirt up a little, enough to see you in your underwear again since… well, a long time.
The bandage area high on your thigh is also exposed. And there it is, the place where claws caught skin, he forces his focus there. On the wound and the medical instructions Nancy drilled into him. Not on how close his hands are to that part of your body he used to know intimately.
His jaw tightens and he peels the bandage away gently. He starts cleaning around the stitches carefully. He’s surprisingly gentle, gentler than you remember.
His fingers keep brushing your skin. It’s killing both of you. Your skin is even softer than he remembered, he has to fight the urge to not grip on your thighs like he always used to do. His pants get tighter just by remembering it.
He clears his throat quietly and finishes wrapping the gauze. “There,” he says softly. “All done.”
“Is it gross?” you ask him, still not daring to look directly at the wound and the scar forming.
“No.” he says.
“Be honest.”
“I am, it’s just healing.” he insists.
“Is it gonna leave a big scar?” you ask quietly, vulnerable.
“It might leave a mark, yeah.” he admits honestly.
You sigh, he reaches for your hand again.
“Look at me.” he asks. “If it leaves a scar it’s gonna look badass, first of all. It’s gonna be proof you survived something.” his thumb brushes across your knuckles. “And if anyone thinks that makes you less beautiful?”
“That’s not why I’m worried.” you lie, and he knows.
“Some might think it looks even… sexy. In your case, sexier.” he admits.
“Steve…” you whisper.
“You think I don’t remember every inch of you? I don’t care about a scar. And nothing about you could make you less sexy or beautiful.” His free hand stays on your thigh, you can feel the warmth of his touch again.
“You’re not just saying that?”
“No.” It's immediate and certain. “You think my scars are gross?”
“No, no! Not at all, you know that.” you say quickly. You were a huge part in his acceptance with his own scars.
“Well, there you go then. If anyone is lucky enough to see you naked and they get repulsed by a stupid scar, then… I don’t have enough insults that would fit for them.” he says slowly, he really means it.
Finally, he steps back. And you already miss him, your heart is racing from his touch and his words.
So much so that it’s now midnight and you’re still remembering that moment and… more intimate moments you two used to have. That’s enough to keep you wide awake.
The apartment is quiet, Steve's on a mattress on the floor beside your bed, he insisted, said it was easier in case you need something.
You’re on your back staring at the ceiling, shifting under the blankets. The movement makes the mattress creak softly.
“You okay?” Steve’s voice cuts through the quiet. Of course he’s awake.
“Yeah.”
“You’re not asleep.”
“Neither are you.”
“That’s fair.”
“Steve?”
“Yeah?”
“...Come up here.” There's a pause after you say that, then he calls your name. “Just come up here.” he knows that tone. Still, he stands, slides onto the bed carefully, staring at the ceiling, hands folded over his stomach.
“What’s wrong?”
You roll onto your side to face him. “Nothing. Steve… thank you. For saving me.”
“Y- you don’t-”
“Yes, I do. I remember now, you were so brave, you always are.” you whisper getting closer, his breath falters.
“I was terrified.” he says.
“I know, you still did it.” you take one of his hands. “I really owe you.”
“O-owe me? You don’t owe me anything.”
“I think I do.” you whisper in his ear.
He calls your name in a warning tone. “Don’t start.”
“Start what?” you say innocently.
“You know exactly what.”
“I’m just thanking you. I’m really getting used to being spoiled by such a big, strong guy like you.” That does it. You know him like the palm of your hand.
“Okay, you need to think about what you’re doing.” he says finally looking at you.
“I have.” you lean closer. “I can’t sleep because of it. All I can think about is you, how your hands used to feel.”
Your name is called again in that warning tone.
“On my waist,”
“Don’t.”
“On my back, on my thighs.”
“That’s not fair.”
“It’s all I can think about, your mouth, your hands. All of you.”
He looks like he’s holding himself back with both hands. “You’re recovering, you're emotional, you don’t-”
Your hand stroking his jaw made him stop talking.
“I remember how you felt. Your touch everywhere in my body, your kisses.”
“You’re killing me.” he finally says. “Last chance to think this though.”
“I have.” you don’t even hesitate. And then, you're kissing. His hands move, one on your waist and one on the back of your head pulling you closer. It’s slow and deep in a familiar way that makes your chest ache. You lean into him, he pulls back slightly.
“Tell me to stop.” he whispers against your lips. But you shake your head.
“Don’t.” So he kisses you again, no hesitation this time.
Steve's lips travel down your neck, leaving soft kisses in their wake. His hands move gently over your body, his touch both tender and possessive. "You should be resting, you know." He murmurs against your skin, his words a gentle admonishment.
"I am, I'm very relaxed.” you nod.
He chuckles slowly, his breath warm against your skin as he continues his trail of kisses across your collarbone. "That's not what I meant, and you know it." He nips playfully at the sensitive skin of your neck, his hands tracing lazy patterns over your thighs.
"I'm sure the doctor would understand." you joke.
“You're so damn tempting, even when you should be taking it easy and recovering." he murmurs.
"You can keep taking care of me like you have been for the past few days.” you say in a soft voice. Encouraging him to take control.
A smirk plays at the corner of his lips as he shifts above you, caging you in with one arm braced beside your head. "Alright, but if I'm taking control... we're going slow and easy, okay?"
You roll your eyes. “Steve, I’m fine-”
“No, you still have a healing wound, and I’m not about to mess that up by being too rough.” he interrupts you, gaze dropping to your thigh, his hand gently tracing over the gauze. “You have to promise you'll say something if it's too much."
“I promise I will.” you say.
Just a few minutes later you’re both with no clothes on, his hands gripping your hips as he drags you impossibly closer to his face. His tongue traces slow circles, teasing before finally tasting every inch of you. “You taste so fucking good.” he mutters between kisses.
“Oh, Steve!” you moan as he kisses your pussy just right, his eyes flickering up to yours.
"You like that, babe?" He murmurs, his lips moving against your clit. He kissed and licked and nipped, all while his eyes stayed firmly locked on yours, watching your every reaction.
“Yes, baby. Fuck.” you grab his hair and pull him closer to you.
He groans and grips your hips tighter, he lets you guide him closer, lets you pull him right where he wanted to be. His tongue flicking over that sweet spot in slow circles before finally pressing down hard.
“Fuck baby, I missed your mouth.”
“I missed you. Everything about you. Missed the way you taste, the way you move, missed all the little sounds you make.” he murmurs.
“Steve, your fingers, please.” you ask for more.
"Greedy little thing, aren't you?" He teases, his breath a hot huff against you. “You want my fingers, baby?”
“Need you inside.”
“Say please and I’ll give it to you.” His fingers move to brush gently over your aching, wet clit.
“Please, Stevie?”
He swore inside his head because of that soft pleading tone in your voice. He moves his fingers to press against your entrance, his eyes flashing up to yours for just a moment before he introduces two of them. “Gonna make sure you have everything you need. Anything, whenever you need it. Understand?”
“Yes, more!” you moan.
His fingers move, pressing deeper with no hesitation, curling just right to drag against that spot inside you. “Fuck, you feel so good. Can’t wait to be inside you again.” he rasped, his forehead dropping against your thigh like he needed to steady himself. “Want me to go fater, harder?” His free hand slip up to your clit and rubs it in circles.
“Steve! Steve!” is all you can manage to say.
“That’s it,” his fingers never slowing, if anything, they pick up speed. "Let me hear you. Wanna feel how bad I make you cum for me."
“Oh my god… gonna cum.” you grip the sheets and his head, just anything you can find really.
“Yeah? Yeah? Wanna keep touching you everywhere. Need you so bad.”
"I'm cuming, I'm- I'm mmm, god!" you ramble, making a mess on his fingers as you finish.
Steve didn't let up for a second. He watched, mesmerized on the way your body clenched and trembled under him once again. “Fuck, that’s it, atta girl. So goddamn perfect when you come for me."
A rough kiss to the inside of your thigh followed by a slow lick of his tongue cleaning up every last drop had him as feral as ever. Like just seeing and tasting how wrecked he'd made you was almost enough to make him cum without as much as a touch.
“Mmm, fuck. Come up here.” you tell him.
He crawls up your body, caging you beneath him as he presses his hips down against yours. “Demanding little thing,” he murmurs against your lips before claiming them in a deep kiss. "You sure you're not too sore?"
“No, I feel amazing.” you say as you pull him closer and lower his boxers to free his cock.
Steve almost groans, one hand coming up to grab a fistful of the hair at the back of your head and pull on it, making you face up. “You just gonna keep taking everything you want from me?”
“Want you inside of me.” you say in a moan.
He presses his forehead against yours, his hands slid under your hips, positioning himself to push in slowly, deliberately. “You feel so good,” he groans. “Gonna take my time though, make sure I don’t hurt you.”
You just hum, agreeing. Agreeing to this since you notice there’s no fighting him over this.
He started off slow to move above you, his forehead still pressed against your. “You tell me if I need to stop, okay?”
“I’m okay, baby. You make me feel so good, Stevie.”
Steve let out a moan at the nickname, his hips jerk forward involuntarily, hands tightening on your waist. “Fuck,” he mutters against your neck. “Don't say my name like that, baby.” A sharp thrust, still slow but deeper now.
“Mmh, fuck.” you moan, your hand comes down to rub your clit. His eyes go impossibly dark as he watches you touch yourself. You wet your fingers in your arousal and move them up to his mouth. His pupils blew wide, he didn’t even hesitate, caging them in his mouth to suck them clean with a rough groan. His thrusts get a little messier and still deeper. “Taste so fucking good.” A low growl rumbled in his chest as he sucked one finger into his mouth. “Mine.”
“Yours.” you nod.
Steve is so careful with your leg, keeping it up his shoulder and the other one around his waist. He’s very careful to not brush against the wound. He starts kissing up from your knee to your ankle.
Steve groans against your skin, his lips leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses. His hands tighten on either side of you. A sharp nip to the inside made sure you squirmed before he dragged his tongue over it in apology.
You moan and go back to rubbing your clit. He lets out a rough sound before catching your wrist and pinning it above your head.
“Nuh-uh,” he mutters. “You don’t get to do that when I’m right here.” A slow roll of his hips punctuates the words.
“You’re already doing all the work.”
“I’m taking care of you, pretty girl.” he grits between his teeth. His hand moves down to give you even more pleasure.
“I’m gonna give you such a good blow-job when you let me move.” you declare.
“You’re trying to kill me.” Steve groans at your words.
"Mmm Steve. Oh, it's so good, Steve!" You let out almost pornographic moans.
"That's it, just like that. Wanna hear every damn sound." his thrusts go faster.
"Oh- my g- god" his thrusts make your voice come out like that.
Steve was completely gone now. "Yeah, just like that, just like that."
“Shit, Steve, I’m-” you let out in a high voice as a wave crashes through you, so much pleasure that makes you finish around him.
When he felt your body tense around him he let go of any last bit of control he had. A sharp thrust had him bottoming out inside you.
After that, you stay like that cuddling. He’s still grabbing your leg carefully to not touch it too much. While you catch your breaths. His chest rose and fell rapidly against yours as he pressed lazy kisses along your shoulder.
"Fuck," he muttered breathlessly, "You okay? Hurt anywhere?"
You let out a giggle. “You are still so careful, you’re the cutest.”
"Gotta make sure you're not in pain, sweetheart. Don't want you to do anything to hurt that leg."
"Believe me, I felt amazing the whole time. Nothing close to pain."
“Good,” his thumb rubbed over your hipbone absently. “You're too damn tempting when you get all needy for me."
“Shut up!” you laugh. “I did miss you inside of me.” you confess.
"Missed you too, sweetheart," his teeth grazing gently over the sensitive skin under your ear. “So, so much.”
When you and Rafe had first gotten together it was kept a secret for a very long time,
that was until sarah snuck into tanny hill and saw you in rafes bed.
She had then obviously told the pouges and they tried immediately to make you break up with him
you didn’t listen though because it’s your life and your going to live it not them.
For awhile they lived with it, until you then moved into tannyhill with Rafe and became a full time Kook.
you’d never intended to become a kook but let’s be real
when you have that much money in your bank account at all times?
your a kook wether you like it or not.
So once again they tried to guilt trip you into breaking things off with him,
that’s when you decided enough was enough and gave them an ultimatum
which in hindsight wasnt the greatest thing to do
you told them they had to choose,
Accept your relationship with rafe or
you will walk away with rafe.
they never even replied to you,
so you grabbed the rest of your belongings from JJ’s house and never looked back
at first they all assumed you were making a big mistake and that you’d come crawling back once you realised you were just another one of Rafes flings,
except that never happened.
if anything you and Rafe kept proving to them everyday that you were living happily together
they may not have spoken to you in person or at all but that didn’t mean they weren’t stalking your socials all the time.
they still cared they just couldn’t seem to accept Rafe
so when you posted 5 months later on ig for the first time they were actually relieved that you were okay
although they might’ve been a little shocked at what it was you had posted…
y/ny/l/n
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guess you could say “i’m just living that life”
Rafecameron: wow no camera creds? i see how it is.
➥y/ny/l/n: i’m sorryyyyyy thankyou rafey for the pics 🥰🥰
➥Rafecameron: ok your forgiven. ♥︎liked by y/ny/l/n
Y/bsf: damn girl where can i find one of these?
➥ topthornton: right here 😎
➥y/bsf: i’m good thanks..@/ayitskelce you free tonight?
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topthornton:i’m not living or laughing or loving. ♥︎liked by y/ny/l/n
➥y/ny/l/n: it’s okay top you can come and give bear a hug?
➥topthornton: i’ll be there in 10.
kiaracarrera: prettyyyy
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you had decided to just ignore the pouges now,
they clearly weren’t ever going to accept the relationship and you were genuinely happy for the first time in your life,
yes ok rafe had a bad reputation with drugs and girls but people can change
you’d tried to explain this to them but they were dead set on “Rafe will never change” they even went as far as adding in “and you won’t be able to change him.”
well boy were they wrong,
since Rafe had had you in his life he’d completely stopped the drugs and alcohol
he deleted every side pieces number, he took being the CEO and running the family business seriously instead of hiring people to do his job for him.
most would say you and Rafe were running before you could walk
mainly because you had only been together for just over a year when you’d moved in
then it was just under a year and a half when you brought your first dog together
topper and kelce would always tease you both saying that you’d be married by the end of the year,
if you were being completely honest with yourself you genuinely believed that too
although you never let the thought sit in your brain because you didn’t want to get your hopes up
you knew Rafe had trust and commitment issues
so marriage? probably a big no in his books but you didn’t blame him
yes okay it was always your dream to get married with the perfect guy
Rafe was the perfect guy
but you would rather stay with Rafe forever without getting married than risk bringing the topic up and having him hide away like before when you were just situationships to each other and you had brought up the idea of maybe going out on an actual date and seeing where it led.
rafecameron
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y/n wanted me to post?
y/ny/l/n: yes rafey it’s ascetically pleasing to have an active ig account.
➥rafecameron: yes ma’am.
➥topperthornton: broooo your so pussy whipped 🤣
➥rafecameron: what like you were with my sister?.
➥y/ny/l/n: boys let’s not argue.
sofiavalgera: rafe why aren’t you answering my calls?
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y/bsf: i’m only here for the pic of y/n 😍
➥y/ny/l/n: come and replace rafe next to me 😉
➥rafecameron: that’s how u wanna play? we’ll see who’s joking in an hour.
➥ayitskelce: ok that’s everyone’s cue to leave the comment section.
3 MONTHS LATER…
you missed the pouges yes but you had to say you were a lot happier than you were before
now that’s not saying “they made me miserable”
you just realised maybe the kook life was a better fit for you
being a kook meant never having to worry if you had enough food to last you a week or worrying that you had no electricity.
you really were happy with how your life had now panned out.
All of Rafes friends had accepted you and loved you as if you’d been a kook for your whole life,
you’d made so many more new friends
even a bestfriend which you always thought was impossible
yes you had kie and sarah before but you always felt like an imposter when the three of you were together
but with your bestfriend now?
you always feel like your where your meant to be,
and now you couldn’t imagine your life without Rafe or without your new bestfriend.
y/ny/l/n
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he listened to beyoncé and put a ring on it ❤️
y/bsf: i’m gonna act like i didn’t know he was doing it ☺️ AHHHHH OMGOMGOMG YAYYY
toptthornton: congrats guys (i didn’t cry i promise)
➥rafecameron: it’s ok bro we know you did. ♥︎liked by y/ny/l/n
ayitskelce: is this a sign? @/y/bsf
➥y/bsf: yes it most definitely is.
➥y/ny/l/n: yes.
➥topthornton: when is it going to be my turn 😠
➥rafecameron: when you stop drooling over my sister?
JJmaybank: congrats ig
sarahcameronn: congratulations!!
sofiavalgera: oh
<3
When you and rafe did eventually get married you had invited the pouges because you weren’t going to be bitter you were going to put in an effort to show them that you did care
but they never turned up
never even gave you a message explaining why
because you already knew why,
you were marrying rafe cameron.
but the end of the day you were finally happy and that’s all that mattered to you.
you had rafe,
rafe had you,
that was all you needed.
<3
a/n: lil bonus instagram dump from the wedding just for you guys who read to the end ❤️
y/ncameron with rafecameron
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call me mrs. cameron now 😘
y/bsf: most gorgeous bride ever 🥹
➥y/ncameron: oh stop it
rafecameron: wifey.
➥y/ncameron: hubby.
topthornton: is it mine and ruthies turn yet?👀
➥itsruthiee: i don’t know top is it?
➥y/ncameron: yes it is isn’t it topper?
➥topthornton: yes mom jesus.
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<3
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Lando accidentally takes his anger out on you after a bad race result.
WORD COUNT: 857!!
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You aren’t actually too sure what the original argument was about all you can seem to remember is lando storming through the front door and slamming his helmet down on your brand new dining table,
you’d gently asked him not to do that because it’s new and you don’t want to ruin it as soon as you get it
oh boy was that the wrong thing to say,
he then blew into this tangent about how nothing was going right and all he wanted was to come home to an “understanding girlfriend” and a “clean apartment”
that was the moment it blew into something way out of proportion
you shouted, he shouted , you said things and so did he
and now?
your sat in your car at a random dark car park because you couldn’t stay in that apartment with him any longer,
his words cut way deeper than he’d realised and it broke your heart because yes you knew he didn’t mean it and he was just nit picking the little things to take his anger out on but still it doesn’t soften the blow of his words.
<3
it’s 2am, your tired, your cold and your just mentally exhausted but still your pride got in the way and you still sat in the parking lot just staring into nothingness
you could feel your phone vibrating beside you but still you made no move to pick it up and see who it was because you already knew who it was,
your boyfriend,lando. who seems to have calmed down now and wants you to come home
even though he’d said “god i wish i still lived alone so everything would be how i want it”
that hurt more than you’d like to admit,
you sit there replaying the argument in your head feeling pangs of regret and guilt for the things you had said too
eventually you hear an all too familiar sound of a GT3 RS
landos GT3 RS to be exact
you roll you eyes slightly turning your head towards where the noise is coming from and notice him driving towards you
he then parks right beside you and steps out of his car to walk round to the drivers side of yours,
lando knocks on the window to grab your attention but you ignore him keeping your gaze on a tree that seems to have become very interesting
“baby please open the door i’m sorry” his voice is muffled from outside the car but you can still make out everything he’s saying
“y/n/n please i’m so sorry baby i didn’t mean anything i said”
“whatever i said was just heat of the moment and i regret it so much”
he keeps saying all these nice things but to no avail,
the only acknowledgement he gets is a slight turn of your head
“y/n please open the door i’m sorry” he tries one more time
still you don’t answer wanting him to know how you felt during the argument with him not paying any mind to what you were saying.
you hear him let out a huff before he turns around and goes back to his car
lando gives you one last look through the windows of both cars before pulling away and driving off into the darkness
<3
it’d been about half an hour since lando had left and you’d thought he’d just given up completely and gone home
boy were you wrong
just as your about to start driving yourself home you hear the noise of his car again
your heart jumps a little bit inside knowing he came back for you,
this time you turn your head fully towards where he had parked
to say you were shocked by what you saw was an understatement
lando had somehow found an open florist and brought a dozen red roses along with a plush bear that has “i’m sorry” written on a bandanna.
as he walks up to the car once again and tries the door handle
this time it’s open
he crouches down to be eye to eye with you and says
“y/n i am so sorry, what i said was completely out of line…you are the best thing that’s happened these last couple of years and i couldn’t think of living with anyone better”
the speech brings small tears to your eyes
for a moment you don’t respond, just holding eye contact before you speak
“thankyou for the speech…though…you really hurt me lan…but i forgive you”
your voice feels so loud in the quietness that surrounds you both
lando smiles and hands you the gifts
“now can we please go home?” he asks
you respond with a smile
“i’ll race you there”
<3
THIS WAS VERY RUSHED IM SORRY IF ITS BAD!!
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It wasn’t new to you, the look of vecna was actually old news in your life
you’d watched stranger things since season 1 so you weren’t new to the idea of the demodogs or vecna costumes
you’d just never seen Jamie in person when he was dressed as Vecna.
<3
You had been with Jamie since 2016, met in a small coffee shop in london when he accidentally took your drink instead of his and you’ve both been inseparable since,
so when jamie got the call back from the Duffed Brothers saying he had the part of Peter/One/Vecna you were both overjoyed
unluckily though for the first 3 weeks of filming you couldn’t join him as you had to travel to new york for work
you and jamie didn’t let it phase you though as he’d facetime you every night before going to bed and always send you updates during the day
the one thing he never did though was send you a photo of what he looked like dressed as vecna
so when you had finally returned from your trip you were overjoyed to be able to finally join him on set
(you were also excited about meeting millie but that’s a story for another day)
<3
when you woke up you found that jamie was already up and ready to head off to set
“you didn’t wake me” you say groaning and rubbing your eyes
“it’s 6am and your plane landed 13 hours ago you need to rest my love” he responds looking up from his phone
you huff and roll out of bed to quickly get ready and hopefully not make jamie late.
“go back to sleep y/n you can always come with me tomorrow” jamie whispers as he comes into view in the bathroom mirror
you shake your head and turn to look at him
“im ready let’s go!”
he chuckles and shakes his head in response before picking up his car keys to begin the hour and a half drive to set.
<3
when you arrive you don’t really get time to get shown around as jamie’s whisked off immediately to start getting into the vecna costume,
luckily though you do bump into Joe who kindly gives you a tour of the set like where snacks and drinks are,where everyone’s dressing rooms are ect.
Joe then takes you to where the rest of the cast are just relaxing after getting their costume looks on,
you say hello to everybody and sit down with them
they immediately ask every question imaginable like how did you and jamie meet? when do you want kids? when are you getting married?
you answer them as honestly as you can trying not to look rude but also wanting to keep that part of the relationship private
they seem to get the gist eventually and drift off into another conversation,
after another hour you hear the cast start to greet jamie and you look around to see where he is and that’s when you spot him,
your boyfriend jamie in what can only be described as demon skin.
you actually let out a shocked gasp, he starts to walk over to you…
“see told you it was creepy” he says chuckling before leaning in to kiss you
“i- you cut yourself off “what are you meant to be?” you ask laughing and covering your mouth
“i’m vecna” he says flexing what would be his arm muscles if they weren’t covered in slimy red and purple vines
you roll your eyes before backing up a little bit
“you don’t wanna hug your sexy boyfriend?” he asks jokingly holding his arms out and slowly following you,
instead of responding you shake your head and start to speed up your backwards steps until your practically running from him
the cast seem to notice and start laughing and joining in on trying to catch you
eventually though your lungs get tired and you give up
Jamie catches up to you and says “i wasn’t gonna hug you love i’m covered in KY lube”
you just glare at him before finally speaking up
“your scary” you say with a pout
he just laughs but before he can reply a director calls him over to do his scene
you love coming to work with Jamie It allows you to see the genuinely happy side of him
and when he’s happy?
your happy.
<3
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You’d gotten nominated for “best UK Song of the year”
originally you were going to attend with your friend but she ended up falling sick so you’d planned on attending alone
that was until lando offered to come
<3
“are you sure lan?” you ask one more time as you put your sparkly earrings in,
“yes i’m sure..i’m not going to let my girlfriend attend an event on her own not when she should win an award” he replies from the bedroom of the hotel
“you ready?” he asks poking his head round the corner of the bathroom door
you nod in response quickly grabbing your bag from the bed and heading to the door
<3
the red carpet was a success,
it’s safe to say the crowds of reporters and fans lost it when they saw lando in attendance aswell as you.
now however you were sat at a table waiting for the awards to begin
Harry Styles had performed (you lost your shit)
and now everybody was just waiting for the awards to begin,
soon enough the presenter of the awards was introduced and that’s when the nerves really started
lando seemed to have noticed this and puts his hand on your leg to stop it from bouncing so much
<3
the moment you’d been dreading had arrived,
the award for “Best UK Song” had begun
you were up against raye,olivia dean and so many more amazing artists
“and winner for Best UK Song Of the Year goes to…..Y/N Y/L/N!!!”
you felt like you heart had stopped and your breathing had stopped
for a second you sat there stunned before you got brought back to the present earth by your manager and lando practically shouting over the loud music of your song telling you to go and collect your award,
the walk up to the stage felt like the longest walk of your life, in reality it was about 40 feet
your hands shook as you take the award,
“hi everyone….you start your speech then hear the crowd erupt in applause and cheers…i genuinely don’t know what to say uh-thankyou to my manager, thankyou to my parents for always believing in me, thankyou to my team for always being there and lastly thankyou to my amazing partner lando for continuing to push me to be the best version of myself i possibly can be….lastly thank you to my fans none of this would have been possible without you!!!” you say with a shaky voice then taking a slow shaky walk back to your table with your award
when you arrive at the table you barely have time to place the award down before lando picks you up and spins you around cheering that you did it,
“you did it baby!” he exclaims leaving small kisses all around your face
your heart feels like it’s going to leap out of your chest and you get this warm feeling settle deep down because you know that now?
you have it all.
you have the fans,
you have the management and team,
you have the award
and most importantly?
you have lando
that was enough for you, that’s all you needed to pass away peacefully now with no retests on what you should’ve done or what you shouldn’t have.
<3
later that night…
it was 12am and you guys were only just leaving the event after being pulled for a congratulatory talk by what felt like every human in that room
then being pulled by fans to sign things and take pictures (you never minded though, i mean your living dream there’s nothing to complain about)
although in the cab on the way back to the hotel your feet ached, your voice felt hoarse and most of all you felt drained but not from the award or the fans
no you felt drained because you constantly got anxiety over your music but now you’d realised something
it was never your opinion that mattered,
the only opinion that mattered in your eyes was your fans and landos.
you rest your head gently on landos shoulder still keeping an extremely tight grip on your award afraid that it was going to disappear and you’d wake up from a sick sick nightmare,
“you okay y/n/n?”lando asks so softly you nearly didn’t hear it
instead of responding verbally you just hum and give a very lazy nod
he chuckles in response
you? you just close you eyes and let yourself finally relax.
<3
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You and lando after he wins the drivers championship <3
Word count: 631 <3
no actual smut but definitely an inuendo towards it!!
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To say you were happy would be an understatement.
lando had finally won the 2025 Drivers championship after a very gruelling long year of winnings,DNF’S and upsetting race results.
so watching your boyfriend cross the line that marked him World Champion?
it’s safe to say you screamed and sobbed,
before you could bask in the overwhelming feeling the team had grabbed you and started to run towards where his car would eventually come to a stop as they knew very well by now you were the only one lando wanted to see when he got out of that car.
When lando had parked his car he made a straight b-line towards where you were stood
He picks you up screaming “We did it!” you lift his visor up to see his eyes and from what you can see in the dark lighting of abu dhabi he looks like he’s definitely not just cried but sobbed
“you did it baby!” you scream back over the loud noise of the fans trying to grab his attention
he briefly places you down to take his helmet off but then picks you up straight away
lando spins you both around before giving you a kiss that’s mainly all teeth and a little bit of tongue,
you both get interrupted by zak though who needs lando to do interviews and greet his team and parents
he places you down gently gives you a kiss on the cheek before whispering “meet me in my drivers room”
<3
you watched lan on the podium and celebrating with his team before quickly making your way to his drivers room,
it felt like an eternity before you finally hear the door open up and lando sneak in
he tries to drag you into a hug but you push him away
“uh-uh mr your covered in champagne and sticky, i personally don’t want to ruin my outfit or my hair” you say with a smile.
he pouts at you “hey i just won a championship i should be allowed to hug my very very sexy girlfriend if i want to” he replies with that shit eating grin
you sigh before allowing him to hug you
he pulls his head from your neck and begins leaving kisses on your collarbone and cheek slowly making his way to your lips,
just as you both start to get into it someone from the team bangs on the door telling lando to hurry up and change
you both groan in response,
“i’ll wait for you at the car” you whisper against his lips and pushing him towards his little shower
<3
after another hour lando had finally returned to the car that he had rented for the weekend you both were staying,
“i was beginning to think you weren’t going to show” you joke as lando enters the passenger side
you’d known you’d have to drive because let’s be real lando had had a significant amount of champagne and god knows what else,
he laughs and begins to connect his phone to the aux to play your playlist
and finally it was just you and lando.
“how you feeling champ?”
“i think im drunk” he giggles
“im really proud of you baby” you whisper and lean across the centre to give him a quick kiss.
“can we go back to the hotel now” he says giving you the eyes and that was you cue to start driving.
your lando had finally achieved hid childhood dream.
your boyfriend was world champion.
he leans his hand across and places it gently on your thigh whilst day dreaming out the car window watching the floods of people pass by,
in that moment you realised one thing
all you needed was lando
and all lando needed was you.
<3
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synopsis- lando and y/n split just before the beginning of the 2025 season due to lando being under intense pressure from mclaren to make sure he was world champion. seeing this he decides it’s better to end things with y/n after 5 years because he didn’t need any “distractions”.
he never thought he’d see y/n in person again after she packed her things up from their shared Monaco flat and walked out.
that is until mclaren host a party after lando wins the championship and book y/n to sing at the event for the team and introduce lando,oscar, andrea’s and zak to the stage.
THIS IS NOT PROOF READ!!!
authors note: sorry for the long backstory of lando + y/n 😭 i did lowk write this at 5am when i couldn’t sleep so there’s most definitely parts of this that don’t make sense but we’re gonna ignore it for my sanity 🤗
there are major time jumps in this!
this story does contain instagram posts! and implied smut but no actual smut.
THE ENDING IS RUSHED IM SORRY!! but i feel the ending is a perfect way to end these characters story!
February 10th, 2025
something was off with lando, you could tell because usually when he comes home from going to woking for work he’s all over you like a rash.
this time however he got off the plane and went to see carlos at his villa.
it wasn’t unusual for lando to go and visit carlos and that wasn’t what tripped something in your head that he wasn’t okay.
no, what made you think he wasn’t okay was when he finally did return to the monaco flat he barely acknowledged you, giving you a half assed side hug and a pat on the head.
no kiss. no “i missed you” nothing.
just a pat on the head and a half hug.
he didn’t even ask if you’d been in the studio the past week he’s been gone, which he usually does excited to hear your new music.
after giving you what was the most awkward greeting he went straight to his sim and sat on it till 11pm.
that was surprising as he’s usually very tired after flying no matter if it was short or long.
at first you’d brushed it off as maybe he was stressed and needed time to de stress before he went back to his normal self
but the distance between the two of you just kept growing and growing until it was like two strangers that shared a bed and a bathroom.
<3
February 18th, 2025
lando half returned to his normal self, for instance four days after the weird greeting he’d suggested you both watch a movie.
you’d agreed because you missed him terribly.
when you were scrolling through movies to watch you saw a movie titled “THE BREAKUP” starring Jennifer Anniston and Vince Vaughn.
“do you want to watch this one?” you ask genuinely intrigued by the sypnosis of the movie.
“yeah sure y/n whatever you wanna watch” he replies not even looking up from his phone too busy messaging zak back.
“okay..” you mutter quietly before pressing play on the movie.
throughout the entire movie he barely looked up from his phone once.
it did piss you off because he was the one that suggested a movie in the first place.
in the end you just got up and started to “clean” the kitchen that had already been cleaned 4 times in 2 days.
it took lando another 3 and a half hours to finally put his phone down but even then that was only to charge it and go for a run
when he found you in the spare room that you had converted into your book reading space he didn’t even come and sit with you like he usually does he just kissed your cheek and said he was going for a run.
that was the moment you decided to distance yourself from him just incase anything went sideways you wouldn’t be as attached.
February 27th, 2025
something felt off since the moment you opened your eyes, it was like an uneasy feeling had wormed its way into the pit of your stomach and started doing backflips.
you’d pushed through the day though trying your very hardest to ignore it and just get on with responding to your manager about studio sessions and the theme for your new album and tour.
lando was coming back home today from season testing in bahrain so you had something to look forward to
although the thought of lando actually walking through the front door filled you with nerves and you weren’t too sure why
maybe it’s your intuition telling you somethings wrong
maybe your just due your period and overthinking a simple feeling of anxiety seeing as you did suffer with it.
you were supposed to go with lando to bahrain but sadly work came first in this scenario, you were upset ofcourse because you love being there for lando and supporting him but when you told him he wasn’t even phased
instead he took his mum and dad with him
now you don’t wanna say it made you jealous that he wasn’t upset over it but he used to get really clingy before having to travel places for his work
and aswell you used to have goodbye sex with him and it made everything feel normal for however long he was gone for
this time when you attempted to initiate sex with him he told you he was “too tired” and rolled over away from you drifting into a deep sleep.
that was unlike lando.
the lando you used to know would’ve happily accepted your attempts even if he was half asleep because his words “i’ll always take care of my girl in any way no matter if im tired, hurt, angry it doesn’t matter…you come first y/n/n”
your deep in thought when all of a sudden you hear keys turning in the lock.
quickly you snap yourself out of the trance you were in and stand to greet him
however when you see his frame appear in the doorway you can tell something’s on his mind or he’s going to say something that’s going to upset you.
the second he sets his bag down on the floor near the living room entry way and puts his keys away in the bowl he starts talking…
“i need to talk to you about something” he starts
for a minute your quiet thinking of every other possible explanation other than “he’s gonna break up with me”
“okay…is it serious?” you ask but deep down you already know the answer for your own question.
he doesn’t answer straight away just stands leaning on the doorway looking at you
eventually after a stretched silence he joins you on the sofa putting his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands.
you both sit there not knowing how to start or where to start
lando is first to speak seeing as it’s him that wanted to have this conversation.
“i’ve been under a lot of stress lately…”he starts but trails off
“yeah i know” you mumble not sure wether to reach a hand out to put on his shoulder or not
“i was talking with zak and andrea’s a few weeks ago about it and they both told me maybe i should take a step back from our relationship” he mutters shaking his head before continuing
“i tried to forget the conversation, i tried to make myself believe that they didn’t know what they were talking about”
you start talking before he can even finish the sentence
“lan…are you breaking up with me?” you question with a lump in your throat.
he stays silent for a few seconds before turning his head to look at you
his eyes tell you all you needed to know.
“i think i am” he responds so quietly you would’ve missed it if you hadn’t been so focused on him.
at first you don’t reply, just stare straight ahead at where your-His TV was mounted on the wall.
“okay…i guess i should get packing then” you say whilst standing.
landos head shoots up hearing you say that
“no y/n you don-” he starts but you cut him off
“i do lan..i do.. i can’t stay in a place that will just remind me of what was when it isn’t any longer” you say with a weak smile and tears in your eyes that refuse to fall and blurr your vision.
he just nods his head
then he asks “where will you go?” there’s silence for a beat then he follows up with “i know it’s none of my business anymore but i just want to know your going somewhere safe”
you nod “i’m going home lan…my parents have been saying for awhile they miss me and i don’t visit enough so im going home to spend as much time as i can with them” you say before picking up your phone and dialling your mum as you walk out and towards what used to be your bedroom.
<3
by the time you’ve packed all your clothes and some other items it’s nearly 11pm
that’s when it hits you there’s no taxis available at this time of night to take you to the airport
you curse under your breath before resorting to the last option which is asking lando to drive you to the airport.
you find him sat on the sofa in the same position he was when you left 4 hours ago
he doesn’t even look up as you come into view just stays focusing on the shaggy rug that’s under his feet.
“um lando..?” you ask in a tone that’s almost a whisper
he lifts his head and you see he has bloodshot eyes and messed up hair as if he’s been pulling on it.
“yeah?” he replies with his voice a little croaky
“i hate to ask but um..could you give me a lift to the airport please?” you say wincing at how you’d worded it.
he pauses for a second before clearing his throat
“yeah ofcourse when do you need to go?” he asks sheepishly as if he’s hoping you’ll say tomorrow morning.
“now..”you respond twirling your thumbs
he doesn’t respond to you verbally just stands up runs his hands through his hair and grabs his keys.
when he sees you re appear from the bedroom with 3 suitcases and 2 carry on bags it’s as if his breath gets caught in his throat
“here let me help you” he says moving towards you and taking two cases and a bag
you don’t fight it, there’s no point it would’ve only made your arms ache.
“thankyou” you whisper making your way towards the front door
before you walk through the door though you turn around to take one last look at the flat you used to call home
then finally you turn and make your way towards the elevator.
<3
the car ride to the airport was tense, neither of you saying anything just the quiet hum of the engine and the faint noise of some random radio station
eventually you gather the courage to ask the one question that’s been playing on your mind since he broke up with you
“what did zak and andrea’s say?” you question quietly as if your afraid of the answer.
he clears his throat before answering
“that i was distracted last season and they thought it was because of our relationship and you” he replies keeping his eyes on the straight road ahead of you both.
you don’t answer verbally just give a hum and a nod of your head
when you both arrive at the airport it’s quiet, not like the normal busy traffic and people running around everywhere
you both exit the car and make your way towards the boot where your life’s worth of belongings were
once lando had kindly taken all your luggage out and placed them next to you that’s when it really hit you that you’d probably never visit monaco again or even see the love of your life again.
“so i guess this is it huh” you say with a weak laugh at the end looking down at your feet
“yeah i guess it is” he replies
“can i kiss you one last time?” lando asks now staring as his feet as you look at him
“okay” you say nodding your head and feeling your heart break just a little bit more than it already was.
he puts his hand on your cheek before leaning in..
the second your lips meet it’s like an electricity line goes through your body
you both stay there for atleast 5 minutes just holding each other and saying goodbye in the only way that doesn’t involve words.
you break apart from the kiss with tears streaming down your face and say “i need to go otherwise ill be late for my flight home..”
he nods and takes a step back.
“goodbye lando” you whisper locking eyes with him.
“goodbye y/n/n” he replies offering you a small smile.
and with that you grab your things and walk towards the entrance to the airport not daring to look back because you know if you do you’ll collapse
even though you didn’t look back you knew that lando didn’t leave until you had checked in and walked through security until you were out of his site
that’s when you heard his car engine roar to life and slowly disappear into the late monaco streets.
this is it.
you think as you walk towards boarding
i’m saying goodbye to my home.
<3
July 11th, 2025
it had been nearly 5 months since lando had ended things with you,
after boarding your flight you flew straight to your parents home in bristol
when you had arrived at their doorstep at 4am after getting an uber from the airport you found that they had stayed awake waiting to welcome you back home with open arms.
for the first few weeks all you really did was lay on your childhood bed or the sofa watching lando racing,
even though the two of you had split it didn’t mean you weren’t going to continue to support him and watch his races.
you were endlessly proud of him when he won Australia and god did he look happy
you were jealous that he looked so happy when you were so sad.
but still you understood that people can mask emotions and lando was definitely feeling what you were.
your mum kept telling you that laying in bed isn’t gonna make you feel better but still when your feeling heartbreak sometimes laying down makes it better for awhile.
when you watched the post race interviews it made you happy hearing his voice and hearing him so happy,
that was until one of the reporters asked about your relationship that’s when your heart sank
what was lando going to say? was he going to say you were still together? was he gonna say you’d broken up?
your mind swirled with a thousand thoughts a minute.
well that was certainly one way to put it.
you just wished lando missed you as much as you missed him.
and that was the moment you decided to get in the studio and pour your heart out into a mic for thousands of other people to relate to.
<3
November 24th, 2025
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My new Album “The Aftermath of you.” comes out december 1st!!
i’m so so happy and excited to be sharing this project with you all. here’s to new chapters and better choices!!
thankyou for all being so patient with me and my music whilst i work on some personal things but finally were finished!!
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after you’d posted the announcement of your new album you had been too scared to see the response of fans so you put your phone down and went on a walk with the dog you’d adopted 7 months after the breakup
you’d named him “snoopy” a name you and lando had picked when you both were thinking of adopting a dog a few years back.
truth be told you genuinely isn’t spoken to lando since you said goodbye at the airport doors 9 months ago.
yes there were many times you’d wanted to reach out but you never knew what to say,
plus the fight for Drivers championship was coming up and you didn’t want to “distract him”
even you were nervous about the championship race not because lando could be winning it.
nope.
because you and your team got invited to join ferrari in abu dhabi to watch.
obviously you couldn’t say no because that would look rude so you had no choice but to accept the offer and hope you didn’t run into lando whilst you were there.
December 7th, 2025
the second you stepped foot into the paddock you could feel eyes on you and hear murmurs coming from the crowds of people that wait by the entrance,
you tried your best to keep your head held high though not allowing them to know you could hear.
despite the feeling of 100+ cameras on you and thousands of eyes you surprisingly felt calm,
and that was what freaked you out the most.
the thing you disliked the most was having to walk past the Mclaren motorhome to get to ferraris
luckily though you made it without having an accidental bum in to lando.
now it’s not that you didn’t want to see him because you so desperately did,
it’s just you wouldn’t know what to say if you did
you’d probably cry, tell him how much he hurt you then cry abit more and after all that wish that a dark deep hole would open you up and swallow you.
when the race started you were on edge,
mainly because you could hear the cars and whilst watching the screen you knew exactly when landos car would be passing by
secretly you weren’t even watching the ferraris you were watching lando.
your manager who’d kindly come with you knew that though and tried to subtly whenever you had a reaction to what was happening landos end distract anyone that would be in earshot of hearing you,
and you couldn’t thank her enough for it because when he crossed that line, the one that would mark him Champion of the world for the next year.
you nearly screamed from joy
luckily though your manager managed to put a hand over your mouth subtly to warn you not to scream.
since you were with ferrari you couldn’t exactly run out to the podium to watch him collect his trophy so you secretly snuck off to a quiet corner somewhere outside in the paddock and watched from your phone.
god did you pray no one could see you or no one was recording you.
When the celebrations were over you noticed people spilling out from every direction so you took that as you que to blend in with the crowd and make your way to your hotel room.
unluckily for you Zak Brown somehow managed to notice you and pulled you aside for a talk.
“oh hi zak” you say after regaining your footing.
“y/n! what a surprise to see you, it’s been so long!” he exclaims pulling you in for what can only be described as a bear hug.
“yeah uhm…i haven’t been to a race since me and lando..” you trail off avoiding looking him in the eye.
he doesn’t respond immediately just scratches the back of his neck.
“he hasn’t been the same since y’know” zak states.
that immediately catches your attention back to him,
“zak im sorry to be so blunt but is there a reason you pulled me aside?” you ask trying not to come across as rude but still needing to know why.
“yes, Mclaren team is throwing a gala/party in celebration of Lando Winning the championship and i wanted to ask if you’d be interested in performing a couple of you new songs” he says like he’s trying to say “your invited and you don’t have a choice”
“zak i don’t think that’s a good idea…lando will be there and-” you get cut off mid sentence by zak saying
“that’s the whole point y/n, i need you both to work it out because lando isn’t lando anymore…he’s a shell of the person he used to be when you two were together” zak says with a slight hint of guilt in his voice.
you contemplate it for a few seconds before ultimately agreeing.
Not because of lando though,
your going to promote your music to new ears
atleast that’s what your trying to convince yourself of.
December 19th, 2025
it was the day of the gala and to say you were nervous was an understatement,
you’d barely slept the night before because you couldn’t stop thinking what was zak’s plan.
obviously you knew it included you and lando talking because apparently zak now feels guilty for ruining a relationship that was perfect.
in the end you decided to give up on sleep and start your day as you would any other.
you’d moved from your parents home into a gorgeous two bedroom home with floor to ceiling windows and an in home gym
it was just outside of bristol but it backed out onto 20 acres of pure greenery
your dad had helped you renovate it and kindly decorated it for you,
although as you watched him decorating you couldn’t help but picture what lando looked like when you had decided to paint the old apartment in monaco together on a quiet summer break.
just you and lando, no distractions, no discussions about races and schedules just two people so utterly in love decorating the home they’d brought together.
god you needed to stop thinking about him.
you probably wouldn’t even see him tonight.
that’s what your trying to convince yourself of anyways.
<3
you started your morning off with a run and then came home had breakfast ect.
you honestly just sat on your sofa watching a random video on youtube until it came time to start getting ready.
slowly as time went on and you got ready you really regretted your decision in saying yes to zak.
just as your finishing up your makeup you feel your phone buss from where it’s charging on the nightstand,
without thinking twice you pick it up because it’s only your manager right?
wrong.
your heart sinks to your feet when you see the contact name that you still hadn’t changed in all those 9 months,
lando.
you chuckle as you open the text thread seeing the silly spongebob wallpaper he had set when you guys had first gotten together,
when you read the message though a strange sense of calm washes over you
you don’t answer it straight away because you needed to think of the right way to respond without coming across as mean.
whilst you waited to think of a response you decided to get into the dress your manager had kindly brought for you to match the theme and take some photos for instagram
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user: y/n when will you and lando get back together?
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➥ user: y/n and lando broke up on good terms and seem to be happy on their own.
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after taking photos and posting you finally decided to message lando back,
after sending a response to lando you realise it’s now time to get in your car and make the 3 hour drive to an evernt hall near silverstone.
as you get in your car for a moment you think about going back inside and just curling up with your dog watching a sad movie and eating ice cream,
ultimately though you push those thoughts away and start the drive.
<3
after a gruelling drive in complete silence you finally made it to the party,
from the second you pulled in almost immediately you could feel the atmosphere and it was weird.
you could tell from the minute the valet took away your car that you were now stuck for the next 4 hours in a hall with your ex boyfriend and his whole team,
a team you once used to call family before everything fell apart
you spot zak as soon as you walk in and he’s stood just off to the side talking with oscar and andreas,
after spotting oscar you figure lando can’t be far but still you decide to be polite and say hello to everyone,
“hey y/n! you made it!” zak exclaims as he spots you walking up to them.
you smile in return giving him a side hug and kindly accepting a glass of champagne from the workers of the event,
“yeah, i had a three hour drive but i made it in one piece” you laugh as you respond shaking hands with andreas and giving oscar a warm smile.
“if your wondering he isn’t here yet” oscar leans in and says quickly whilst zak is distracted greeting someone else.
you nod in response “thank you”
just as you spot a new sleek black mclaren pulling up outside the doors an event worker runs over to you and pulls you aside to start getting ready for your performance,
“thankgod” you think as you walk away and through to the back
<3
to say you were filled with nerves was an understatement,
as you peeked out from the curtain by the stage that hid you from everyone’s view you subconsciously start looking for lando
when you finally lay eyes on him he’s sat in the first row of rounded tables with oscar, zak and andreas,
it doesn’t help that he looks jaw droppingly good
he’s wearing a black matching blazer as trousers with a white button down and the first few buttons undone
your grateful there’s no actual fans at this event although it doesn’t ease the nerves as your constantly reminded it’s being live streamed to thousands- no millions of fans worldwide
behind you, you can hear the backstage crew talking about how long you have till you go on stage but you don’t pay attention, your gaze just locked on lando
your deep in thought when a crew member comes over to you and says it’s time to go out and sing your music,
just as your about to walk out he stops you “also y/n, i’m not sure if you’ve been made aware of this but after your final song you will be introducing the drivers and andrea’s and zak to the stage” the words hit you like a ton of bricks
you don’t reply verbally you just stare at him,
he gives you a sympathetic look before nudging you towards the opening of the curtains
cheers erupt as you come into view of the 300 people that have made it to the event,
it stuns you momentarily before you regain composure and walk towards the mic stand
as you get to it you notice it’s conveniently been placed right in front of landos table.
“god save me now please” you think as you slap on a smile and wave out at the crowd.
“hello everyone! my names y/n and tonight i’ll be performing some songs from my new album!” you say looking out at everyone,
the first song starts playing “because i liked a boy” but you hear your manager come over the mic on your earpiece and says “explain the songs backstory before you sing them”
you clear your throat “okay.. you nervously chuckle locking eyes with lando …this song is about a relationship i was in and everyone had an opinion on me when they first know me so please enjoy this one’s called because i liked a boy!”
throughout practically the whole first song all you could notice was landos facial expressions switching from “no emotion” to guilt maybe?
after the first song the crowd erupted into cheers again and you started to loosen up getting more comfortable with being in the same room as your ex lover.
<3
by the time the final song came around you actually felt a mixture of relief and sadness because you enjoyed being on a stage and performing anywhere with anyone,
even surprisingly your ex boyfriend.
when the cords to the last song “Wedding dress” started playing you knew this was the moment you’d be fully singing every emotion straight to his face.
“this next song is one i wrote about an ex lover of mine, when we split i decided to make this song and it’s describing one of my fears about moving forward in life.
…
“My biggest fear ain’t Tigers, or spiders, or heights…or getting lost somewhere at sea”
“It’s one that i’ve been playing in my head, since you left and it shows up in my dreams”
you see landos face change almost instantly
“Best case i move on and i get better….worst case this drags on and on forever”
“what if the missing you don’t ever go away?”
“what if your burned into my brain?”
“what if my hearts already made up its mind”
“and what if i find somebody new and im about to say i do, then out of the blue i think of you hell what a mess….so let me miss him now but god don’t let me miss him in a wedding dress”
as the chorus starts playing you and lando lock eyes again and he mouths the words “i’m sorry”
that was all you needed to start tearing up,
still though you blinked the tears away and started the next verse.
“i don’t mind missing you, in a bar, late nights or in the car”
“on my birthday or when i meet someone with your last name”
“at the store on isle nine when i see the coffee that you like that’s fine…..just not when im wearing white”
you open your eyes to look out once again at the crowded room
that’s when you see zak leaning over to lando whispering something in his ear
you don’t let yourself dwell on that too much though
instead you just push through to the end of the song and hope your voice doesn’t waver when you have to introduce everyone.
as the song fades out you feel a pang of sadness knowing that this is the last time you’ll see your mclaren family and lando.
“thank you everybody for staying and listening to my heartbreak album!” you start,
“now is the moment you’ve all been waiting for!”
“please make a big warm welcome for our reigning world champion lando norris!!”
the people in the crowd start cheering,
“and a round of applause for oscar piastri, Zak brown and Team principal Andreas Stella!!”
as the boys walk up you start walking towards the edge of stage to greet them and to hopefully find a corner and hide in it,
you shake hands with zak, hug Andreas and oscar
when it gets to lando you go to handshake but he pulls you in for a hug and whispers “please stay until i’m done i need to talk to you” before pulling away and greeting the crowd to thank everybody for the championship win.
honestly you don’t know what to think on what lando said
half of you is happy and excited the other half of you is filled with nerves and feels like it could throw up.
luckily you do find a table tucked away in a small corner with no one sat there so you take your chances grab a glass (or two) of champagne and sit down wishing time would just pass on by quickly.
once again your pulled from your thoughts when you hear lando start talking about the championship,
“it’s been a really good season for us at mclaren, i’m so grateful for my team…i wanna thank zak for always pushing me to drive like i mean it…i want to thank oscar for being an amazing teammate and friend to me and lastly id like to thank my ex girlfriend y/n for believing in me even though we haven’t been together. thank you everybody!” he says with a warm smile waving at the crowd then turning his attention back to the others.
your stunned for a second because let’s all be real you weren’t expecting lando to mention you in his thankyou speech,
you decide you need air because it feels like all eyes are on you even though they aren’t so you down the rest of your drink and try to subtly sneak out to a small rounded balcony just off to the side of the stage
as your stood out there just enjoying the breeze and taking some deep breaths you hear one of the big doors open behind you
“i thought you’d left”
you don’t need to turn around you’d recognise that voice from anywhere
“are you okay? ” he asks coming up beside you and leaning on the balcony rails,
“honestly?….i don’t know” you respond huffing out a small chuckle
“what am i doing here?” the question you ask lingers in the air for a minute before lando finally speaks up
“your here because zak asked you to come and you felt rude saying no so you agreed, but now you’ve seen me and your wondering why you didn’t just say no and walk away” he responds honestly
“i saw you.. he paused for a second…in abu dhabi i mean..”
“oh”
“when i was on my way to the podium i saw you sneaking out of the ferrari garage…i didn’t come over to you though because i didn’t know if you’d want to talk to me” he finishes with a sigh
“i fucked up, i messed the best thing that’s ever happened to me up..all because my team principal told me to i mean how stupid is that” he says genuinely sounding sorry and guilty,
“you really hurt me lan..”you turn your head to look at him but he’s already looking at you
no words are really said after that, you both stand in a comfortable silence looking at each other.
“i’m really sorry y/n..my intentions were never to hurt you, i was stupid and i regretted it the second i did it” he says so quietly you genuinely believe his apologies
“you know it’s funny, when i got home to bristol i lived with my parents for abit and every weekend without fail i was sat watching you race” you say really just day dreaming out loud
“i was so happy when you won australia i nearly cried…not because i was upset but because i was proud” you pause briefly before continuing “i was happy that you were succeeding even if it meant hurting me in the process” when you finish talking you look back at lando to see tears rimming his eyes
“i’m so proud of you for winning the championship lando, you should be proud of yourself too”
that seems to be the line that breaks him completely.
“y/n i can’t cope without you in my life anymore, i’ve tried everything…going out with friends, clubbing, trying to throw myself into raving to hope that it would take my mind off of you for just a few hours…..it never worked though” lando blurts out
“lando-” you begin to say to tell him to stop being so negative but he cuts you off
“please let me finish because i don’t think ill ever get the nerve to say this again” he says
you just nod slowly in response letting him continue
“when i crossed that finish line in abu dhabi and i was told i was world champion, the first thing i thought of wasn’t that im champion it was your face” he paused to clear his throat “i thought of you everytime i crossed that finishing line, i thought of how you were reacting, i reminisced on when you would be first to greet me every single damn time i got out of that car….and in australia when i got out of that car and instead of you standing there it was zak? i honestly felt like my chest was caving in” you notice a stray tear making its way down his cheek.
you reach out and brush it away, as you do so you notice lando shivers having a physical reaction to feeling your touch again.
“i forgive you lan” you whisper
his head shoots up but before he can begin to speak you start,
“i forgive you, but that doesn’t mean i can be with you again” his shoulders sag, you notice this and immediately being speaking again,
“i’m willing to try though if you can prove to me that your serious and you aren’t going to break my heart again” you state.
immediately he brings speaking “y/n i promise i’ll do whatever it takes just please don’t walk away give me time please” it actually makes your heart break a little bit seeing lando practically begging in front of you,
“okay” you reply giving him a warm smile and pulling him in for a quick hug.
January 25th, 2026
lando seriously meant it when he said he’d do whatever it took to get you back,
it first started a couple of days after the conversation that you’d shared on the balcony,
he sent a dozen black roses to your front door (after begging your dad for your address)
he’d then sent your favourite bottle of wine from monaco.
it made your heart swell at the fact he’d remembered your favourite wine that you could only buy in monaco,
he spent christmas in bristol with his parents but made sure he came and visited you and snoopy on christmas day
lando was really trying and it made you feel bad that you were still reserved and didn’t trust him fully but you understood that even though your heart wanted to go back to him and how it used to be your brain kept reminding you of how hurt you were when he ended things before
<3
you were awoken to someone knocking on your door very impatiently and snoopy barking, you let out a groan and trudge downstairs and very angrily open your front door,
although the anger disappeared when you saw who was standing at your door,
lando.
with breakfast for both you and snoopy,
“rise and shine” he says with a laugh
you don’t answer verbally just furrow your brows and groan
“i brought breakfast?” he offers as you slowly open the door and begin walking towards your kitchen,
“it’s 10am y/n/n im surprised you were still asleep” lando says grabbing some plates from your cupboard.
“i went out last night and im paying the price for it this morning” you groan out before chugging some water and taking a pain killer,
“maybe that’s your sign to stop going out then” lando shrugs
you glare at him in response.
he just laughs and hands you your plate of breakfast,
“eat it’ll help with the hangover”
it was odd having lando in your space again but you couldn’t lie to yourself and say it didn’t feel good to see him moving around your kitchen like he’d lived there for years.
“so…. he starts as he sits next to you on your sofa…have i proved myself enough yet?” he asks as he bites into his food
you don’t reply immediately just let yourself bask in the comfort of having breakfast with him,
“hmm…let me see how good this breakfast is and then i’ll tell you”
lando chuckles and nods before going back to his food.
that was moment that you’d realise how much you’d missed him,
that was when you decided he’d proven himself more than enough by just showing up and being there when he was needed.
“lando?” you say
“yes y/n/n?” lando replies with a mouthful of eggs
“wanna spend the night here?” the way you ask it tells lando all he needs to know,
you’ve forgiven him.
your his again
and He’s yours again.
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summary: when you start to remember something you shouldn’t, your husband helps you forget.
henry creel x fem!reader
warnings: smut
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Dinner had gone exactly the way it always did.
The dining room was warm, the air heavy with the lingering smell of food and sugar, the long table crowded with children leaning back in their chairs, satisfied and restless.
You stood at the sideboard, smoothing your hands down the skirt of the dress you wore.
It was one of Henry’s favorites. It was a pale pink color with soft fabric that was fitted just enough at the waist before falling loose around your legs.
It was the one you wore most often without thinking, the one that always seemed to exist in this house, like it had been waiting for you before you ever put it on.
You turned back toward the counter and lifted the plates carefully.
You had baked a banana cream pie earlier that afternoon, slicing it neatly once it had set, the custard smooth, and the bananas layered just beneath the surface. The brownies sat on a separate plate beside it, still warm, the smell of chocolate lingering in the air.
The children watched eagerly as you stepped toward the table.
Henry sat at the head of the table with a content expression on his face, his blue eyes following you as if this scene was exactly the one he wanted to preserve.
You took another step.
Then suddenly a vision tore through you.
There was no warning, no time to brace yourself.
The dining room vanished in an instant, replaced by a rush of red and noise that pressed in from every direction. The walls warped and bowed inward, the air thickening as if the house itself were closing around you. Dark vines crept along the walls and ceiling, winding through cracks that hadn’t been there a second ago, pulsing like they were alive.
You heard screaming that didn’t sound like it was coming from the children at all, and beneath it, beneath everything, was Henry’s voice. Not the calm one you knew, but something deeper, distorted, monstrous, reverberating through your skull as if it didn’t belong to a man anymore.
Your chest started to heave, your eyes growing wide at the horror in front of you.
The air felt wrong, too thick to pull in properly, every breath shallow as the vision pressed tighter around you.
Your lungs burned as you tried to inhale, panic blooming fast and uncontrollable, your heart pounding hard enough that you could feel it in your throat. The screaming faded in and out, replaced by that deep, distorted sound of Henry’s voice reverberating through the red, the vines tightening their grip along the walls as if they were responding to him.
Then the dining room slammed back into place.
The chandelier was still overhead. The table was still there. The children were still sitting in their chairs, staring at you with puzzled expressions on their faces.
Then your knees buckled.
Your hands went slack and the plates slipped from your grip. The pie hit the floor first, porcelain shattering loudly as it broke apart, followed by the brownies a split second later, the dish cracking as chocolate scattered across the wood.
Cream splashed up against the table legs and across your shoes, banana slices sliding outward as chairs scraped back in alarm.
You fell with the sound.
Your palm struck the floor hard, straight into the broken glass. Blood spread across the mess beneath you. Your chest kept heaving, breath catching no matter how hard you tried to pull it back under control.
The room erupted with noise.
The children shouted and cried, half-standing, half-frozen, eyes locked on the blood spreading across the floor and soaking into the hem of your dress. Someone backed into a chair. Someone else covered their mouth.
You barely heard them.
Your vision swam as you stared at your hand, red slick against white shards and pale cream.
This wasn’t something that happened to you. You didn’t collapse. You didn’t lose control like this.
Henry was beside you almost immediately.
He knelt and took your wrist, steadying you as he lifted your injured hand to inspect it. Blood streaked his fingers as he turned your palm slightly, his touch firm in a way that made your stomach twist.
“Sweetheart,” he said calmly, his voice back to normal now, as if nothing had happened at all, “are you alright?”
Your chest still rose and fell too fast as you shook your head.
“I couldn’t breathe,” you said, the words coming out uneven.
“I saw something. I heard you.”
Henry’s blue eyes searched your face. “You panicked,” he said evenly. “That’s all.”
“No,” you said, shaking your head, trying again to pull your hand back. “It wasn’t like that. I heard you. I-”
His grip tightened just slightly.
Around you, the children shifted and murmured, voices overlapping in a confused, uneven way, none of them quite sure what they were supposed to do. Someone whispered your name like it might fix things. Another asked if you were hurt, the question small and uncertain. A few of them stood frozen in place, hands gripping chair backs or the edge of the table, eyes flicking between your bleeding hand and Henry’s face, searching for reassurance and not finding it.
Holly edged forward despite herself. She looked torn, like she knew she wasn’t supposed to move but couldn’t stop. “But Mrs. WhatsIt,” she said, her voice thin and insistent, “your hand-”
Henry looked up.
The shift was immediate.
The room didn’t go silent so much as it tightened, the noise thinning out as if it had been pulled back all at once. The children stilled where they were, shoulders drawn in, watching him carefully.
“That’s enough,” he said. He didn’t raise his voice, didn’t sound angry, just firm in a way that left no room to push back. “Everyone back to your rooms.”
No one moved at first.
They looked at you again, then at him, hesitation written all over their faces. One of them wiped at their eyes. Another took a half-step toward you and stopped.
“Now,” Henry added, the word heavier this time, settling into the room.
They moved then.
Slowly, carefully, like they were afraid of making things worse. They stepped around the broken plates and smeared cream, around the dark streaks of blood on the floor. A few of them kept looking back, expressions tight and uncertain, as if they were afraid something else might happen the moment they turned away.
Holly lingered longer than the others. She hovered near the doorway, twisting her hands together, her face drawn with worry.
“Holly,” Henry repeated, his piercing eyes still on you.
The young girl flinched at the sound of her name, then looked back at you one last time, eyes shining and uncertain, before finally turning and following the others down the hall.
When the last set of footsteps faded, the house felt different like it had closed in on itself.
Henry turned back to you.
Your breathing was still uneven, chest rising and falling too fast, the sting in your hand sharp where he held it.
Up close, you could see the change in him more clearly now.
His brows were drawn together, not in anger exactly, but in concentration, like he was working through something he hadn’t planned for. The calm was still there, settled into his posture, but it felt tighter, held in place by effort.
He looked down at your hand, at the blood slicking his fingers, and something flickered across his face too quickly to name. His grip adjusted slightly, not gentler, just more secure, as if he didn’t trust you not to slip away if he loosened it.
“You’re shaking,” he said quietly.
“I couldn’t breathe,” you repeated, the words coming out thin. “I thought I was going to pass out.”
Henry’s jaw tightened. He lifted his gaze back to your face, eyes searching, assessing, his expression closed off in a way that made your stomach drop.
“You didn’t see anything,” he said evenly. “You scared yourself.”
You shook your head, frustration bleeding into fear. “You keep saying that like I imagined it.”
His eyebrows drew together, the crease between them deepening as irritation finally broke through the calm he’d been holding onto. A dark curl slipped loose from where it had been neatly kept, falling forward against his forehead as he leaned closer.
“I won’t have you upsetting them,” he said, his voice tighter now, edged with something unmistakably irritated. “And I won’t have you doing this to yourself.”
“They were scared,” you said. “Holly was crying.”
“That will stop,” he replied immediately, too fast, his eyes flicking toward the hallway before snapping back to you. “This won’t, if you keep pulling at it.”
You swallowed. “I didn’t ask for this.”
Henry stepped closer, close enough that there was no space left to retreat into. The warmth of him was unavoidable now. His free hand came up, fingers closing around your arm, firmer than before, anchoring you where you stood.
“You don’t need to ask, love,” he said, low. “You just need to stop.”
Your chest tightened. “And if I can’t?”
His mouth pressed into a hard line, the muscle in his jaw jumping as his brows knit even tighter. That loose curl fell further, shadowing his eyes as something dark and impatient moved there.
For a moment, he said nothing.
His grip tightened as if he’d already made up his mind.
“I’ll make sure you do,” he said.
He didn’t give you time to react.
His grip shifted suddenly, releasing your arm only to catch you around the waist as he lifted you clean off the floor and swung you over his shoulder.
The abrupt movement knocked a sharp yelp out of you, your hands clutching at his shirt as the world tipped sideways.
“Henry-”
He ignored your protests as he turned away from the room, his grip shifting just enough to keep you steady against him as he started up the stairs.
You tried to speak again, but the words caught somewhere in your chest as he continued upward.
It felt like this was something he had already decided on as he carried you, like the question you’d asked downstairs had only confirmed it rather than caused it.
At the top of the stairs, he nudged the bedroom door open with his shoulder and stepped inside without slowing down.
He set you down on the bed a moment later, firmly enough that the mattress dipped beneath you and your breath hitched as you braced yourself on your hands.
Your chest was still rising too fast as you looked up at him, your palm throbbing where it pressed into the sheets.
Up close, you could see how tight his expression was now, his brows drawn together, his jaw set, as he looked down at you like he was holding something back rather than letting it go.
You shook your head, anger finally cutting through the fear.
“I don’t know what’s happening,” you spoke, your voice sharper now. “I was standing there one second and the next I couldn’t breathe, and everything went wrong, and you just keep telling me to stop like that explains anything.”
Henry’s jaw tightened at that.
He took a step closer, then another, until he was right there, close enough that you could feel the heat of him again. His eyes flicked briefly to your hand, the blood smeared across your palm and dried along your fingers, then back to your face.
“You’re spiraling,” he said, his voice tight now, irritation breaking through. “And you’re letting it turn into something it doesn’t need to be.”
“That’s not fair,” you shot back. “I didn’t imagine it. I saw something, and you won’t even let me talk about it.”
His brows knit harder, the crease between them deepening as that loose curl fell further across his forehead.
“Because talking about it makes it worse,” he stated calmly. “For you. For all of us.”
“You don’t get to decide that,” you sneered. “I’m the one who’s bleeding.”
The words hung between you.
Henry’s gaze dropped again to your hand, still red, still shaking slightly, then lifted back to your face.
Something dark moved through his expression, frustration mixing with something more volatile.
“You don’t stop,” he said, low. “Even when I’m trying to help you.”
“Then help me,” you pleaded. “Don’t just tell me to forget it.”
That did it.
He moved in close, one hand coming up to your jaw, fingers firm but not painful, forcing you to look at him. His breathing wasn’t as even anymore, his control slipping at the edges.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he said.
“Like what?” you replied, your breath still uneven.
“Like you don’t trust me.”
“Right now, I don’t,” you crossed your arms.
The silence that followed was heavy.
Then he crashed his lips against yours.
You let out a small moan in surprise, the sound slipping out before you could stop it, and despite yourself you melted into the kiss, your body giving in even as your thoughts lagged behind.
You felt the shift immediately, the way his mouth curved just slightly against yours, a brief grin pressed into the kiss like he’d been waiting for you to do exactly that.
“There,” he murmured against your lips, barely pulling back. “That’s better.”
You swallowed, your forehead brushing his as you breathed. “I’m still upset,” you muttered, even as you stayed right where you were.
“I know,” he replied, like it didn’t matter as much as it should have.
His hand slid from your jaw to your wrist then, slower now, his thumb brushing near the cut as if he’d only just remembered it. Your hand still throbbed where the glass had caught you, sticky and sore, and you hissed softly without meaning to.
His grip gentled slightly. “I’ll take care of it later,” he said, pressing a kiss on your hand. “You don’t need to worry about that right now.”
You looked at him, confusion still sitting heavy in your chest. “You’re just pretending nothing happened.”
“I’m trying to keep you from dwelling on it,” he smiled, his voice low again. “You don’t need to sit with things that only upset you, dear.”
The pet name made your breath hitch.
He leaned in again, kissing you once more, slower this time, like he was settling something rather than starting it. “I’ll make you forget about this,” he added quietly.
And the part that scared you most was how easily your body seemed willing to let him.
He didn’t give you much time to sit with that realization.
He kissed you again, more firmly this time, his hand steady at your wrist as he leaned into you.
The bed dipped beneath his weight as he shifted closer, the space between you disappearing as he pressed you back against the mattress.
You sucked in a breath against his mouth, fingers curling into the fabric at his shoulder as his weight settled over you. He was careful of your injured hand, guiding it aside as he adjusted, but the rest of him stayed close.
The closeness made your head feel light, the rest of the room fading out as his mouth stayed on yours. Your frustration blurred further with every second, replaced by a warmth that settled low and made it harder to think straight.
Henry shifted back just enough to look at you, his eyes dropping to where his hands had already found the fabric of your dress. He didn’t say anything as his fingers slid under the hem and began lifting it up.
The fabric skimmed up your legs, exposing more skin with every inch, and you felt shivers down your spine when the cool air met your bare skin.
You watched him as the dress was pulled over you, your chest rising a little faster as it came free and was tossed aside.
The hungry look in his eyes made your stomach twist, making you grow wet as you shifted beneath him, suddenly very aware of how exposed you were since you weren’t wearing anything underneath.
Henry straightened up and slipped out of his blazer, laying it neatly over the armchair beside the bed. He then took off his glasses next and set them carefully on top of the nightstand before pulling his shirt over his head and setting it aside just as neatly.
You watched him the entire time.
You never got used to how beautiful he was.
His hair was slightly mussed now, that loose curl still out of place, his brows drawn just enough to give him that focused look that always made your stomach flip. Without the glasses, his blue eyes looked sharper somehow, more intent as they settled on you again.
He moved closer, slow enough that you had time to notice it, time to feel the way the air shifted between you.
Then he leaned down, angling his head just enough that his mouth brushed past your ear, his breath warm as it fanned across your skin.
“You’re doing that thing,” he murmured, his voice low and close. “The way you look at me when you’re trying to decide whether to give in.”
Your breath stuttered at the sound of it, the words sinking in deeper than they should have.
You shifted beneath him without thinking, your thighs pressing together as a soft, broken sound slipped out of you before you could stop it.
Henry noticed immediately.
His mouth curved faintly, satisfied, as he stayed right there by your ear. “There it is,” he said quietly.
“You’re not as upset as you pretend to be.”
You whined under your breath, frustrated with yourself, with him, with how easily he got this reaction out of you.
Your body felt warm all over now, restless, your thoughts blurring the longer he stayed that close.
He slowly unbuttoned his slacks, releasing his already hard cock.
Your mouth went dry and you swallowed hard at the sight.
“That look,” his voice was low and satisfied as he stroked himself. “You’re not even trying to hide it, are you, darling?”
You rubbed your thighs together again, letting out a soft moan as you looked away for half a second before he caught your chin, tilting your face back toward him.
“Don’t,” he said quietly, tracing a featherlight touch along your jaw. “I want you right here, sweetheart,”
His hands then spread your legs so that your glistening pussy was on display for him.
His gaze lingered on you like he was taking his time committing the sight to memory. His mouth curved just slightly as he leaned closer again.
“You look perfect like this,” he said quietly, his voice steady. “You don’t have to think about what you saw right now.”
His hands slid to your hips as he lined himself with your wet entrance.
Your breath came out shaky.
“Just stay with me,” he murmured. “Let me take care of it.”
He finally pushed inside you, his cock stretching you, making you whine and dig your nails into his back, the pain from your bleeding hand still slightly there.
“That’s it,” he groaned quietly, voice right by your ear now. “I’ve got you.”
You whimpered again, caught between frustration and need, your hips instinctively seeking him as he stayed there, instead of rushing. His hands stayed firm at your sides, keeping you exactly where he wanted you.
“Breathe,” he murmured. “You’re okay. Just focus on me.”
His mouth brushed along your jaw, then your ear, his tone softening even as the tension stayed tight between you.
“You don’t need to think,” he added. “I’ll do that for you.”
Your pussy throbbed at his words and with that he started to move, maintaining a steady pace.
A faint sheen of sweat had already formed at his hairline, catching the light as he looked down at you, focused and intent. That loose curl clung to his forehead now, his jaw tight, his breathing heavier than before but still controlled.
“You’re doing so good,” he praised, as he withdrew half of his length, and shoved into you again.
You whined softly, overwhelmed and flushed, your body completely tuned into the rhythm he set.
He brought one of his hands down to your pussy and circled your clit with his thumb, putting more pressure each time he circled making your back arch.
Then he started to thrust into you at a faster pace making your mouth contort into an o shape.
“Have you forgotten already?” he said, his voice lower now. “Downstairs. The mess you made. The way you stared at me like I was a monster,”
The words cut deeper this time, slicing through the haze instead of skirting around it.
Your breath hitched, emotion surging up fast and hot as your chest tightened, tears burning behind your eyes from the pleasure.
His forearms caged your head in, as his hips slapped against yours with wet smacks.
“You don’t get to look at me like that,” he continued, his tone controlled but unmistakably cruel. “Not after everything I give you. Not after I calm you down.”
The sounds of your slickness and of your panting filled the air.
“Henry-” you practically screamed as his tip kept hitting your g-spot.
Your thoughts scattered, the room tilting as the pressure built, too much to hold onto at once. The vision flickered at the edges of your mind, already slipping, like it couldn’t survive under his voice.
“There,” he murmured, softer again, almost pleased as your focus wavered. “That’s better.”
Henry groaned with pleasure as he felt you flutter around him.
Your breathing turned ragged as everything blurred together. The vision downstairs cracked then, the sharp edges dulling, the images smearing until they didn’t quite make sense anymore.
Henry continued his fast thrusts as your climax hit, your cunt squelching around his cock, making you see stars.
“Sweetheart,” he breathed, the edge finally gone from his voice, replaced by something heavier and satisfied.
You clung to him, your breathing slowing as everything settled, your body warm and spent beneath him.
He stayed buried in you for a moment longer, his hand smoothing along your side like he was making sure you were still with him.
“That’s it,” he said quietly. “I’ve got you.”
By the time he finally pulled out of you, the room felt hazy in the aftermath.
Your thoughts were slow, softened around the edges, and when you tried to reach for what had happened earlier, it slipped away just out of grasp.
Henry pressed a kiss to your temple making you smile.
“Rest, my dear,” he gave you a smile. “I’ll clean you up.”
And as you closed your eyes, the memory of the dining room, the vision, the fear, all of it felt strangely muted, like something that had happened to someone else entirely.
Buy Me Presents ⟡˖ Boyfriends!Dad!Rafe x reader ⟡˖
𐙚 Your boyfriend sucks. But his dad? Well, he’s not so bad…𐙚
(Heavily inspired by the book “Birthday girl” by Penelope Douglas and the song “Buy Me Presents” by Sabrina Carpenter. It’s my lil bday gift to myself. Shout out my luv @cameronwillow for beta reading for me.)
Age gap(Rafe is early 40s Reader is mid 20s), Rafe is your Bf’s dad (duh! It’s the whole plot), Reader has a tramp stanp and nipple piercings, Male masterbation, Mutual pining(so so much pining), Thoughts of cheating, Actual cheating (not by Rafe or R), Jealousy/possessiveness Spanking, Pussy eating, Unprotected sex, Biting, Choking, Size kink, She’s a looong one, buckle up!! 18+MDNI!!
You love your boyfriend, you really do. And he isn’t a bad boyfriend. He just isn’t necessarily a good boyfriend either. The easiest way to put it is that he’s neglectful. In every sense of the word. It’s not out of character for him to forget to pick you up from your late night shifts at the bar you work at. He is constantly forgetting your plans, or just flat out ditching them in favor of hanging out with his friends. He never cleans up after himself unless you ask, and even then the chances are slim that he will actually do it. You’re pretty sure he doesn’t even know how to turn on the dryer. Why would he need to? He knows if he leaves the piles of dirty laundry long enough you’ll get sick of it and wash them yourself. And last but certainly not least, he is the least financially responsible person you’ve ever met. He misses work to the point where he gets fired from every job he’s ever had. He spends all his money on partying and eating out. And now? He’s screwed you out of your apartment that he hardly even pays for since he’s always late on bills.
He decided that having a fucking rager on a Tuesday night in your small apartment complex instead of picking you up from your double shift was a bright idea. You ended up having to get an uber home, which you absolutely couldn’t afford and by the time you made it home your place was trashed and your boyfriend was out front being hauled into a cop car. Apparently when your landlord asked him to shut the party down he got all agro and started screaming and arguing that it was his house and he can be as loud as he wants. And when your landlord didn’t agree? He punched him in the face. So he called the cops and they took him down to the station to cool off. This wasn’t the first time he was asked to break up a party like this, but it was the last. Your landlord evicted him and even though he hardly paid you still couldn’t afford it without even that small amount of help.
He ended up calling his dad from the police station to come bail him out and of course he did. He always does. That’s why Caleb Cameron can’t account for a single goddamn thing in his life, he always has daddy’s money to bail him out. That’s why you are where you are now, staying with his dad, for the foreseeable future. After Mr. Cameron bailed Caleb out, he offered you both a place to stay at his house. His nice house that he built. Which you of course tried to decline.
But after much convincing from both Cameron men, you agreed to move in while you save money to get another place on your own. His dad doesn’t need help with any of the bills but he asked that you and Caleb keep up on the chores and take turns making dinner every night. You’ve been here for a few weeks now and so far you’ve been doing everything. Caleb hasn’t even picked up a single sock off the ground.
Mr. Cameron or “Rafe” as he’s asked you to call him several times now, isn’t bad. He’s been very kind and generous to you since the moment you met him. Which wasn’t until the other day. Caleb never wanted to introduce you to him. You’ve seen him around and of course you know of Rafe Cameron, this island isn’t very big. But from what you can tell their relationship isn’t the best so you’ve never actually had a conversation with him up until now.
He’s been easy to coexist with though. He’s surprisingly low maintenance. Rafe spends most of his day working with the guys on his construction team and then he comes home and showers. If you aren’t working a late shift you always have dinner ready. He comes downstairs in fresh sweats and pops open a beer. Then you, him, and Caleb all eat together. At least you’re supposed to, Caleb was only here the first night you moved in, he’s spent every other night out. Leaving you and his dad to eat dinner together alone.
Tonight is one of those nights. Caleb went out to the bar with his friends, even after you told him you were making his favorite dinner for him. He left before it was even done. Rafe will be home anytime now though. You’ve noticed he’s usually home around five thirty so you have dinner ready and kept warm by five. You made chicken parmesan from scratch and it’s in the oven set to warm while you sit at the shiny marble kitchen island, doom scrolling on your phone. You hear a key in the lock and you hate that ears perk up. The door opens and you hear keys being dropped in a glass bowl before footsteps sound toward the kitchen. It takes him a few seconds to come into view because you also hear him unlacing his work boots, but when he does? You can’t stand that your stomach swoops at the sight of him.
Not only is Rafe generous, successful, cleans up after himself without being asked, he’s always on time and he always asks how your day is. He’s fucking gorgeous. His piercing blue eyes make your skin heat each time they’re on you. His messy mullet seems like he’s been cutting it for years, which there’s just something charming about. Like he could have someone do it for him but he’d rather just do it himself because it’s cheaper and easier. Not that he’s hurting for money. His dad might have cut him off and left him with nothing but once he found out he was having Caleb he refused to be like him. He built his own construction company from the ground up and worked odd jobs to get to that point so his son would never want for anything. His personality just makes him even more frustratingly sexy. It doesn’t help that his thick arms that always seem like they’re going to burst out of his t-shirts are covered in tattoos and his smile, god his smile, it gives you butterflies from your stomach down to your pussy. He always looks particularly edible when he gets off work though.
“Hey, Caleb here?” Rafe walks into the kitchen wearing dirty work jeans and a carhartt coat, his face has a few smudges on it and he really tests your strength when he pulls the jacket off. He’s only wearing a tight white tee that’s just as dirty as the rest of him, his broad chest and thick arms on display. You feel like you’re going to go insane when he reaches up to run his fingers through his hair and it causes his shirt to ride up and show a sliver of waist. You finally pull your eyes away from his body to meet his own and he has a brow raised in your direction. God, how long have you been ogling him? Hopefully he didn’t notice. Fuck.
“Oh, uh- no, he went out.” You let out a small sigh and shrug your shoulders trying to play it off like you don’t care. Like you didn’t make his favorite meal because you’ve hardly had any time together recently. Like you didn’t hope you could eat together then snuggle up and watch a movie together, maybe fuck. But apparently whatever party he went to tonight held priority over his own girlfriend.
“Mmm, he seems to go out a lot, huh?” Rafe chuckles and his lips quirk into a small smile but you can see the sadness in his eyes. Caleb is avoiding him and you both know that. But it’s not like him ditching you to go out is a new occurrence. “Well, I’m gonna go shower.”
“Kay, dinner is ready whenever you’re done. I waited to eat.” You don’t respond to his question about Caleb, you both know the answer, it doesn’t need to be said. His eyes linger on you for a moment and you don’t miss the way they flash to your thighs in your little sleep shorts momentarily before he turns and exits the room. You hate that just the smallest attention from him has your skin tingling. You’re just lonely, that’s all it is. He’s your boyfriend’s dad, you can’t have a crush on him. It’s just a fleeting attraction. You’re not blind, the man is walking sex. And it’s been almost two weeks since you’ve been fucked.
Around twenty minutes later Rafe comes downstairs and grabs his beer like he always does. Then he wanders into the dining room where you have the table set with dinner dished up. There’s an empty plate in front of the chair beside you in case Caleb decides to come home. But you know he won’t. Which makes it all the more hard to not drool over the way his dad is wearing grey sweatpants and a tight black tank top like it isn’t the sluttiest outfit a man could possibly wear.
Rafe could say the same about you though, sitting there in your little pajama shorts and a cropped tank top with a tiny zip up hoodie that you have unzipped halfway so it’s hanging off one of your shoulders. Smiling up at him from his dining room table that has never been set a day in its life up until you moved in with a warm meal prepared for him after a long day. It’s something he’s always wanted, someone to come home to, someone that cooks him meals that aren’t take-out or from the microwave. And he hates how sweet and full of life you are. He hates it because he loves it. You blast music and dance around while you clean. You bring the kind of noise to this house that was otherwise so quiet sometimes he felt like any sound he made bounced off the walls. And you’re so fucking pretty it almost hurts.
Especially because he can never have you. Not only is he old enough to be your father, you’re his son’s girlfriend for fucks sake. But that doesn’t mean he can’t enjoy your presence. Especially if Caleb isn’t going to. He loves his son with all his heart but just in the short time you’ve been here he’s noticed he isn’t very attentive with you. He wishes that didn’t disappoint him and also fill him with something that is tinged with jealousy that he pushes away immediately. He just doesn’t like to see his son taking a woman like you for granted. If he had someone like you? He’d worship at her feet and do anything he could to make her happy. He really needs to find a way to control these thoughts he’s been having about you because it seems like they intensify the more time he spends around you and he can’t let a small attraction that he can tuck away in the back of his mind become anything bigger than that. Not with you. He’s just getting older and more lonely every year and you’re beautiful, easy to talk to, and living in his house, wearing those little tank tops and tight yoga pants. It’s just some minor lust, that’s all.
“I made chicken parm and there’s uh - mashed potatoes and sauteed veggies.” You gesture to the food on his plate as he sits down in the chair across from you.
“Thanks, looks good.” Rafe clears his throat and cuts a piece of chicken from his plate, bringing it between his lips with a groan that has you clenching your thighs. “Damn, that’s delicious. This is Caleb’s favorite, right?”
“Oh, uh, yeah. I’m sorry he’s not here.” You sigh and look down at your plate, pushing some food around with your fork. Mentioning the lack of your boyfriend’s presence has another wave of disappointment washing over you. You’re starting to wonder why you even get your hopes up anymore.
“You don’t need to apologize for him, he’s a grown man.” Rafe’s expression hardens slightly, he can’t help it. You made Caleb his favorite dinner and he flaked on you? Not only is he disappointed as his father but he also can’t believe any man would take your sweet gestures for granted. He’d die to have someone be this attentive with him. “I’m sorry he isn’t here.”
“Ha! He’s a grown man, you don’t need to apologize for him.” You throw his words back at him with a smirk and it makes him chuckle, the tension in the air starting to dissipate.
“Well, you got me there.” Rafe runs his hand over his head turning sideways under the guise of having to stretch but really he’s hiding the little smile that you keep seeming to bring to his face. Rafe thinks it might be a little too giddy to be coming from your boyfriend’s dad.”For what it’s worth, this is really good, thank you. I appreciate you cooking.”
“Yeah, no problem, just paying my dues.” It’s your turn to pretend to stretch. The words he said were so simple, but to you, they held so much meaning. To be appreciated for something you do, isn’t something you get very often. “I’m - um- I’m glad you like it.”
“Yeah it’s really good.” He pokes the veggies on his plate with his fork and gives them a look of disdain that has you hiding a chuckle behind your hand. You’ve noticed he tends to eat around the healthy stuff you serve him. “But I could do without these veggies though.”
“I’ll make a healthy eater out of you, you’ll see.” You give him a playful glare that he returns with a smile he doesn’t bother to hide this time. “It’ll be good for your heart, old man.”
“Wow! I am not that old.” Rafe brings his hand to his chest in mock offense and it sends you both into a fit of laughter.
“Mhm, whatever you say old man. Let me know if you need help getting up the stairs after dinner!” You lean forward on your elbows and laugh and it takes every bit of willpower Rafe has to not linger on the way your tits bounce at your motions.
“You’re funny, I like talking to you.” You hate that the way he says that makes your body heat because you know he doesn’t mean it like that. And you shouldn’t want him to.
You really need to stop relying on Caleb for rides. This is the third time now that he’s forgotten to pick you up from your two AM shifts and you don’t really have many other options. Your coworkers already left you to lock up for the night, your sister isn’t answering her phone and you’ve never been able to rely on your dad for a single thing in your life. You wish you had friends to call. Or money to get your own car. You groan and throw your head back in frustration when your boyfriend’s phone goes to voicemail for the fifth time. You could call an uber but you’re really trying to save money to get out of Rafe’s hair sooner rather than later. Rafe, he would pick you up. But do you even want to call him? He’s definitely asleep, since he gets up at the crack of dawn everyday for work and do you really want to open that door?
The two of you have been getting along really well the last few weeks, settling into coexisting with one another. You honestly spend more time with him than you do your boyfriend at this point but he’s already done so much for you and you aren’t sure if you want to push it. You could sleep here, on the couch in the office and hopefully Caleb will get back to you by morning. But you really want to take a shower. And if you uber it’s really just setting you back on saving so in the long run it’s going to put Rafe out even more anyway. Fuck it. You click on his contact and it only rings twice before he answers.
“Hello?” Rafe’s sleepy voice says your name and you can’t help but wonder if that’s how he’d sound moaning in your ear while he pounds his - you’ve gotta stop. “Everything okay?”
“Hi, Rafe.” You take in a shaky breath, god you hate asking people for help. “Um, everything is okay, it’s just - is Caleb home?”
“Is he not with you? I thought he was picking you up tonight.” You hear rustling, like he’s getting up out of bed. “He’s not here. He hasn’t been home since this morning unless he came home when I was at work. Are you okay?”
“No, uh - he’s not with me.” You clear your throat and let out a dry, half hearted, chuckle. “He was supposed to pick me up, he must’ve just gotten caught up, maybe his phone died or something. I can’t get ahold of him could you -”
“I’m coming to get you. Stay inside, keep the doors locked.” You hear his belt clanking as he hurriedly gets dressed on the other side of the line. “I’ll be there in ten.”
Seven minutes later you hear Rafe’s pick-up idling outside and your phone is dinging with a text that he’s here. You aren’t sure how it's possible that he got here so fast, considering his house is in a nice suburb outside figure eight and the bar you work at is on the cut, but you don’t question it. You lock up the bar, walk over to the curb, and hop in Rafe’s truck.
“Hey, I’m so sorry. I didn’t have anyone else to call and -” Rafe chuckles but it’s not one of those charming ones you’ve come to know, he seems irritated and now you really wish you would’ve just slept in the bar.
“Don’t, be sorry.” Rafe shakes his head as he puts the truck into gear and pulls off toward his house. “I’m sorry that my son left you hanging like that.”
“Oh, it’s okay.” You wave your hand and try to brush it off with a smile, maybe ease some of the tension. But Rafe’s hands just tighten on the steering wheel causing his knuckles to whiten and he breathes out hard through his nose. Maybe you really fucked up by calling him.
“No. It’s not. It’s unacceptable.” Rafe grits out. He’s trying to not be unreasonably angry but the way he’s watched his son basically neglect you has been grinding his gears more and more everyday. And now he forgets you at one of the sketchiest bars in town in the middle of the night? You were alone, it seems like your coworkers already left. Anyone could have decided to try and break in, what would you have done if he didn’t come?
He hates that it makes him feel animosity toward Caleb, that jealous feeling that’s tinged with possession growing more and more the longer he’s around you. He would never forget you. If it was up to him you wouldn’t work in that bar at all and he’d take care of all your needs and desires. Rafe is old school, he wants a pretty woman to come home to, to cook for him and let him eat her pussy every night before bed. Someone who will keep him in check and make him laugh when it counts. The way the two of you have been living together kind of feels like that, excluding the sex parts. Lines are starting to blur for him and maybe he just really needs to get laid. It’s been over a year now.
“If you ever need a ride, call me. I’ll be there.” You don’t argue, there’s no point. This man is as stubborn as you and if you try and disagree you’ll just go back and forth till one of you caves. And you have a feeling it would be you. His voice holds a finality that just has you nodding in agreement before the two of you fall into comfortable silence for the rest of the drive.
Okay, Rafe seriously needs to get laid. He feels like he’s living in a never ending intro to a porno. He isn’t sure if he’s ever been more thankful or if he regrets ever putting that in the ground hot tub out back but he feels like he’s being tortured. It’s mid November so the pool is covered but the hot tub is free game and you’ve definitely been taking advantage of that. He should be glad, it’s the first time it’s getting real use since he built it but the fact that you go in it nearly every day means you’re in a bikini nearly everyday.
You have a few different ones but the one you’re wearing right now while you walk through the kitchen. You have a pink towel that you definitely brought with you from home thrown over your shoulder and the little platform slides you’re wearing are the only other thing on your body. The baby pink straps of the bikini hug your curves perfectly. The little triangles barely cover more than your nipples and he can see that they’re pierced through the thin material. The bottoms are practically a thong, showing off that little angel wing tramp stamp tattooed on your lower back. Hardly something you think that a girl would wear around her boyfriend’s dad, but he’s starting to think you’re doing it on purpose.
Things have been different between the two of you this last week. Caleb went on a ski trip with his friends and didn’t even bother to invite you. It’s not like they’re your friends, anyway. So it’s just been you and Rafe for the last five days. There was a night that the two of you ordered chinese food and you showed him what a “christmas horror movie” is. Which he really enjoyed. He’s not huge on movies but he can’t deny that he loves a good horror movie.
You laughed and joked together. Playfully teased each other over your food orders and ended up just ordering twice as much food. You both sat maybe just a little too close and your arms brushed every once in a while. It was almost like you both got more brave after that, letting glances linger a little longer than necessary. His hand on the small of your back when he passes the kitchen. Flirty banter. And your outfits somehow seem to be getting smaller and smaller by the day.
His cock pulses as he watches you bend over in your little swimsuit to grab a water bottle out of the fridge and he doesn’t advert his gaze fast enough because when you stand up straight and look over your shoulder at him there’s this mischievous little glint in your eyes and a smug smirk painted on your lips. You turn his way and rest your palms on the marble countertop he built himself and it almost makes your tits spill out of what little material is covering them. He’s going to lose it.
“You gonna get in with me yet, old man? Or are you still too boring?” You tilt your head to the side with a bright smile and your voice is so saccharine he feels like he’s gonna get a goddamn toothache. He can’t go in the hot tub with you though, his control is slipping more and more everyday and being that close to you, wet, in that bikini, seems like a recipe for disaster.
“Guess I’m still too boring, little girl.” Your little ongoing inside joke of teasing each other about your ages makes him chuckle because he’s not really old, he’s only forty two. And you’re certainly not a little girl, you’re a sexy young woman. Too sexy. And too sweet and thoughtful. And you’re fucking funny and quirky. And he hates how bad he wants you.
It’s getting harder to chalk it up to lust the more time he spends alone with you. But he still has hope that he’s just lonely and horny because he can’t like you, you’re his son’s girlfriend for god's sake. Even if Caleb doesn’t treat you like you’re even his girlfriend at all. He’s barely seen him the entire time you’ve lived here. He’ll hit up one of his old booty calls tomorrow, it’s saturday and every woman on this island is just dying for a chance with Rafe Cameron. The only problem is he doesn’t like any of them. He doesn’t have to like them as people to get this pent up energy out though.
“Suit yourself, have fun being old and boring.” You shrug and send him a wink. You let your eyes travel from his face down his body before turning on your heel toward the door. He holds in a groan at the sight of your hips swinging, your ass jiggling in that tiny material. He was already half hard but that sent him over the edge. He needs to take a cold fucking shower.
Rafe runs his hands through his hair, letting the cool water cascade down his back. He lets out an exasperated sigh because truly this isn’t doing shit. He’s fucking cold, still hard, and he can’t stop thinking about what would happen if he did go in the hot tub with you. Was it just a friendly invitation because he built it and you think he needs to relax more? You definitely think that, but the look you gave him said there was more to it than that. The look in your eyes always does. Like you’re saying something to him without saying it and he’s pretty sure he looks at you the same way. It can never be more than just teasing, more than walking that line. You’re off limits and he knows that. But that doesn’t stop him from wanting you and what nobody but him knows can’t hurt, right?
Rafe lets his mind wander. He imagines what it would be like if he took you up on your offer. He’d get in with you and sit as far away from you as you could. You’d probably talk because even though Rafe isn’t a big talker, it seems to come easy with you. He thinks about the way the water would make your tits float in that little top and how little tendrils of your hair would fall free from that clip you have in and stick to your skin. He can see that little cheshire smirk you always give him and that mischievous look in your eyes is just straight up naughty now as his mind has you inching closer to him by the second.
You’d press yourself against him, your beautiful tits that he knows are probably so soft pressed up against his arm as you look at him with pouty lips and tell him how bad you want him. He’d grab your hips and pull you into his lap to straddle him and wandering hands would turn into heated kisses while you grind down on his cock. He would finally take that top off and get to see your tits, grab them, suck them.
Rafe grabs his throbbing cock and squeezes the base before pumping it in his hand. He groans in his chest as his head falls and his fantasy continues. In his mind his hand travels between your legs and pushes your bikini bottoms to the side, rubbing your clit a few times before thrusting two fingers knuckle deep in your wet pussy. You’d let out the prettiest moans while he pushes you to the edge with his fingers. And then you’d beg for his cock and he’d fuckig give it to you. The pace of his hand on his cock picks up and his breaths grow shallow as he imagines his hand is you, sliding his dick into your wet heat while you moan his name. You start to ride him and Rafe feels his stomach tighten. The imaginary you’s tits bounce beautifully in his face and it has his cock throbbing in his hand as he spills cum down his wrist.
He pants, the you filled haze he was in starting to fade as he comes down from his high. He turns and washes himself while he tries to shake the regret setting in. He really needs to get you out of his system.
You sigh as you use a damp towel to wipe down the bar, going through the motions of your closing duties. Caleb got home from his ski trip today and you wish you were more excited. You haven’t seen him yet since he got back while you were at work but he’s supposed to pick you up tonight. You told your sister you might need a ride, just in case. You hate that you feel like you can’t rely on him anymore. It wasn’t always like this, he used to be attentive and loving toward you, you used to be best friends. As time went on though, he got comfortable and lazy until it got to this point. You used to get butterflies and count down the seconds until you saw your boyfriend again and right now your stomach just feels like it’s filled with a pit of snakes.
He left you for an entire week, without even so much as an invitation because “he figured you wouldn’t want to go”. He left you the entire week alone in the house with his dad and if you and Rafe didn’t get along so well that would’ve been incredibly awkward. God, Rafe. You hate that the snakes in your stomach start to morph into butterflies at the thought of him. But the instant guilt that washes over you has another round of snakes swallowing the fluttering bugs whole.
These thoughts and feelings you’ve been having toward Rafe have only increased more and more over the last week. You’ve had fun with him. He’s easy to be around and surprisingly funny. You’ve grown comfortable around him and adjusted easily to living in the same space as him. Maybe a little too comfortable. You made yourself cum to the thought of him twice in a row last night. It was the first time you gave in and let your mind wander there but you haven’t cum as hard as you did in a long time. He’s just so fucking sexy and there for you. You’re just lonely, that’s all. At least that’s what you keep trying to tell yourself.
Despite your lack of faith in him, Caleb did end up picking you up from work and he even stopped at your favorite dinner for late night fries and milkshakes like you used to. You laughed together and you remembered how hot he was. His wavy blonde hair, his soft green eyes and charming, boyish smile. It’s almost like you forgot what he looks like from how little you’ve been around him lately. Everything felt better than it has in a while. Not great, but good. You had hope that maybe you and him could get back to normal up until he had you on your back with your legs spread.
Caleb isn’t bad in bed, he’s not the best ever but he’s always satisfied you. He doesn’t go down on you as much as you’d like and no matter how much you ask he won’t be rough with you but the sex isn’t bad. Tonight though? No matter what you did you couldn’t get out of your head. You usually love the way Caleb shoves his face in your neck and moans in your ear but something about it just felt like he was trying to avoid looking at you and the weight of his body as he thrusted deep into you almost felt suffocating. You were wet, you wanted to cum, but your brain wouldn’t let you. That was until Rafe’s face flashed into your mind and no matter how hard you tried to push him out it was like he barricaded himself there. You imagined it was him on top of you instead and it’s embarrassing how fast you came after that. Caleb wasn’t far behind you, spilling into the condom before pulling out of you and rolling over on his back. That was another thing, you were on birth control and no matter how much you begged him to cum inside you he wouldn’t. He said “it wasn’t worth the risk.” He fell asleep shortly after that and even though it was almost four in the morning you couldn’t shut your mind off. So you get out of bed and wander downstairs to the kitchen for a midnight snack.
You nearly jump out of your skin when you round the kitchen corner to see Rafe sitting at the island. Your hands fly up to cover your chest on instinct because all you’re wearing is a tiny silk nightie. You didn’t expect him to be up. God, did he hear you?
“Rafe! Hi! You scared the shit out of me.” You let out a breathy laugh and try to act normal. Your hands find the hem of your nightgown and tug, willing it to cover more of your ass. But that only pulls it further down your tits and the way Rafe is looking at you right now is making you want to melt into the ground. He’s never looked at you so hungrily but he also looks kind of pissed off. “I didn’t expect you to be up, sorry!”
“Huh, well, I couldn’t sleep.” Any hope that he didn’t hear you diminishes in that moment. “If you’re going to get railed under my roof at three in the morning the least you can do is try and be quiet.”
“I-” Your entire body warms and your words get caught in your throat. He really just went right out with it, didn’t he? He couldn’t just pretend it didn’t happen like a normal person? “I’m sorry.”
“Yeah? Me too.” Rafe chuckles almost condescendingly. “I have to be up for work in an hour and I’ve spent the last forty five minutes listening to your fake moans until you finally came.”
“Mr. Cameron.” You gasp at the brashness of his words. Why does he sound like a jealous boyfriend and not someone who’s angry at a loss of sleep? “I don’t think that’s really appropriate… I’m sorry if we woke you up but-”
“No.” Rafe’s tone makes your body tingle with anxiety and something else you try not to dwell on as you watch him push himself up from his seat and round the kitchen island in a few strides. He stops only inches in front of you, his large frame looming over you. It’s only now you realize he’s in nothing but a pair of black, low to the hips sweatpants and it’s blindingly apparent that he isn’t wearing any underwear. “You know what’s inappropriate? Moaning so loud your boyfriend’s dad can hear you from down the hall… Or is that what you wanted?”
He drops his voice to a low whisper at the last part and you’re completely stunned by his words. Especially because he’s not wrong. A small part of you hoped he’d hear you. You didn’t expect this reaction though. Your words are caught in your throat for a minute too long and you know the way you’re looking up at him with your thighs clenched and your eyes blown wide gives you away. And when he smirks down at you, you know you’re caught.
“It is, isn’t it?” Rafe leans down further into your personal space, his plush lips just barely grazing the shell of your ear. “Naughty girl.”
Your heart feels like it’s going to beat out of your chest and you’re at a complete loss for words. You’re starting to think you fell asleep and you’re dreaming. Rafe pulls back, his eyes feel like they’re setting your skin on fire as he looks down at you like he wants to bend you over this counter right now. But, he doesn’t. His large hand grazes your shoulder as he reaches out to push your hair back and after giving you a final once over from head to toe he takes a few backwards steps before turning on his heel and going up the stairs. What the fuck just happened?
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You can’t believe Rafe is here and with Hollis Robinson, of all people. Her being here isn’t irregular, she comes in here every week to hang all over the different blue collar men. You guess she’s just trying to go for something the opposite of her last husband, midlife crisis and all that. But why does she have to be here with him. There’s no way he didn’t agree to come here just to piss you off. At first you weren’t sure if he just had a naturally flirty nature and maybe you were just thinking too much into it because like you’ve been beating into your own head you’re just lonely. But after last night in the kitchen? And now this? You’re starting to think there’s more to it.
Especially since you want to walk over there and claw Hollis’ eyes out of her skull for how she’s looking at him. And the way he keeps looking over at you over her shoulder with a smug fucking grin painted on his face says a lot. This is payback for last night and if he wants to play that game? You’ll bite. You pull your tiny black tank top even further down, revealing the top of your red bra and you pull up your low rise jeans up slightly more on your hips so they hug your ass. You make sure your tattoo is still on display though, you’ve noticed him looking at it.
“Can I get you guys a refill?” You lean down and rest your palms on the table with a wide smile on your face and you can’t help but press your elbows together to show off your tits even more. The charming smile Rafe was throwing Hollis’ way falls the minute he lays eyes on you. He came here in hopes of riling you up and gauging your reaction to see if this was all in his head but now he’s the one feeling like clawing someone’s eyes out.
He’s picked you up a few times but he’s never come inside the bar and he can’t believe that this is where you work. It’s not particularly dirty but it’s definitely a dive bar, the kind of place guys like him and bikers on the road stop for a beer. If he was the kind of guy that went to bars, that is. But what’s really getting to him is how every set of male eyes in the building follow you wherever you go. They’re like bees to honey to the way you walk around with that sweet smile, swinging your hips. He wants to wrap his coat around you and haul you out over his shoulder so no other man can see you. But you aren’t his, so he needs to play it cool.
“Sure, honey. Another martini, dry.” Hollis barely spares you a glance and wave of her fingers before going back to drooling over Rafe.
She’s sitting in the chair next to him but she has it pulled so close she might as well be in his fucking lap. Her heel clad foot swings back and forth, hitting his calf every few passes and you want to break it off. She rests her chin on her folded hands as she gazes over at him with the biggest fuck me eyes you think you’ve ever seen.
“And a Coors Light for you, right? In the can.” You let your eyes flash from Rafe’s to his lips for just a split moment before locking eyes with him again. You wet your bottom lip with your tongue and then pull it between your teeth and Rafe has to literally stop himself from groaning at the sight. Hollis hasn’t solicited a single reaction out of his body the entire night, but every time he looks at you his cock gets just a little bit harder. His plan is completely backfiring on him.
“Yeah, thanks, angel.” The nickname catches you both off guard. It makes his eyes blow wide as he takes in a deep breath through his nose. He’s been holding that back for some time now but it’s true, you are an angel. Your bright eyes, the way you care for him and that little tattoo. A naughty little angel with horns, that is. And even though your insides are melting, you paint on a smug smirk, not backing down from this fight.
“You got it, babe.” You throw him a wink, just catching the way his eyes widen slightly before flicking your hair over your shoulder and turning on your heel toward the bar. You make sure to swing your hips extra because you can feel Rafe’s eyes on you. You love knowing you’re getting to him, maybe not as much as he does to you. But you’re getting a reaction and that fills you with pride you shouldn’t feel.
You make Hollis’ martini without hardly even looking, most drinks have become second nature to you after working here for three years. You peak over at Rafe after grabbing his beer and you immediately see red. Hollis has her leg thrown over his lap while she presses her tits against his big arm that you want to latch onto with your teeth and never let go. Rafe looks half interested in what she’s saying, at least. Especially when he looks over at you and fucking smirks. Yeah, you’re gonna ruin his fucking night. What if he plans on bringing her home? You don’t think you can stand to hear him fucking her from down the hall. Even the thought makes you want to puke and you wonder if that’s how he felt the other night.
That might be wishful thinking though. You paint on your sweetest smile and walk back over to their table, placing their drinks on the table. You make sure to lean over Rafe close enough that your tits graze his other arm. A silent display of possession that nobody but Rafe notices.
“Here’s your drinks, enjoy!” You turn like you’re going to walk away before quickly turning back around. “Actually, I meant to ask, how long will you be here? I kind of need a ride home.”
“He’s busy, I’m sure you can find someone else to take you ho-” Hollis tries to shoo you away but Rafe cuts her off, pushing his chair back enough that her leg falls from his lap.
“When are you off?” Hollis scoffs and detaches herself from him, sitting back in her seat. Thank god. You can’t help the small smirk you send her way.
“In an hour, I’m not closing tonight.” Your eyes lock with Rafe’s crystal blue ones and you can tell he knows what you’re doing. Yet you don’t care. And he’s still letting you do it, so. “If you don’t mind hanging around until then.”
“Actually, I was thinking about heading out soon.” Hollis shoots you a look before resting her red manicured hand on Rafe’s bicep as she looks over at him almost desperately. Pathetic. “You wanna come to my place? Have a glass of wine, get cozy?”
“I would, but I think it’s best I make sure she gets home safe.” Rafe barely spares her a glance while he shuts her down and she visibly deflates. You would feel bad if you didn’t want to rip each one of her thickly mascara lined eyelashes out of her head.
“Aww, really?” Hollis pouts as she tips her head to the side to try and get Rafe to look at her but he doesn’t. His eyes stay on you. “I think we will have a good time, I’m sure she can find another ride, can’t you?” She looks at you like you’re going to be her wingman and take one for the team or something. Too bad you don’t feel like sharing. Even if he isn’t yours and probably never will be. He’s not going to rub it in your face at your place of work.
“Actually, my ride fell through.” You cross your arms to push your tits up and set your lips into a pout. Rafe feels like he’s going to fucking lose it any second. You never ask him for help, so he knows you're jealous and it’s making his cock uncomfortably hard. “I can probably swing an uber if you’re busy though.”
“No. I’m taking you home with me.” With him. You like the sound of that. “Go do your stuff. I’ll wait.”
“I know what you were doing in there, I’ve been around the block a few times, little girl.” Rafe grits at you as pulls out of the bar parking lot. He waited for you to get off. Hollis left before he did, not without asking him to go home with her again, of course.
“And I know what you were doing in there, old man. Just because I’m younger than you doesn’t mean I’m oblivious.” You roll your eyes and put your doc’s up on his dash. It makes him groan as he reaches over to knock them back down. “Umm, rude.”
“I’m rude? And ruining my date isn’t?” Rafe scoffs.
“Oh, don’t play dumb. You didn’t want to be on that date and we both fucking know it, Rafe.” You roll your eyes and shake your head and Rafe really wishes he wasn’t driving right now so he could finally spank that attitude out of you. He has half a mind to pull over but he has to keep reminding himself you’re not his. “You would have never gone there if I didn’t work there, don’t act like that wasn’t why. Don’t pretend you didn’t want to see my reaction.”
“She asked to go there, you’re just overthinking it.” Rafe shakes his head as he turns onto the main road toward his neighborhood.
“No. If I was overthinking it, you would’ve left with her and not me. Don’t try to make me feel like I’m making shit up in my head, you were blindingly obvious about it.” His big hands tighten on the steering wheel causing the veins to pop out. You want to slobber all over them and feel them inside you. “You were trying to make me jealous and it worked, so what now?”
“Now? Nothing.” Rafe chuckles dryly and you can see his jaw tense. “We go home, you go to bed and I’ll do the same. Nothing can happen and you know that.”
“But you aren’t saying you don’t want it to.” You press the issue, you aren’t letting it go that easily.
“God damn it.” Rafe breathes out through his nose and says your name sternly. “Stop. Just stop. This can’t be a thing. No more of this shit that happened tonight. We go back to coexisting the way we should and if I want to go on dates you’re just going to have to get over that because you are my son’s fucking girlfriend, jesus.”
“Yeah, whatever, tell yourself that all you want.” You lean back in your seat with your arms crossed, turning away from him to look out the window. “You know it’s more than that but go ahead and keep lying to yourself.”
“It’s what I have to do, okay?!” Rafe snaps and slams his hand on the steering wheel before regaining his control. He runs his hand through his hair as he takes a deep breath. He isn’t the guy that loses his temper at the drop of a hat anymore but you’re so god damn frustrating it makes him feel like he’s going insane. “Now please, just let it go.”
“Fine. But I know you feel this thing between us.” You laugh dryly, your throat feeling tight from rejection even if you know you’re right. “But I’ll drop it and let you live in your little land of denial.”
“Thank you.” Rafe sighs and you both fall silent for the remainder of the drive, only the sound of the local rock station playing quietly in the background.
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You curse under your breath as you toss your keys down on the table by the door and rip your coat from your body. All the other times Caleb has forgotten to pick you up were just mildly annoying in comparison to this. Considering it’s your fucking birthday. You don’t think he even remembers. He didn’t say anything to you this morning before you left for your day shift and he hasn’t texted you all day. He did say he would pick you when you managed to momentarily wake him up though. You hoped maybe he had a surprise planned for you when you got off but you aren’t even sure why you let the thought cross your mind. It feels like he doesn’t even care about you anymore.
As much as Rafe wants to deny that there’s something between you, he gives you more attention than your own boyfriend. Caleb was out all night, so, was he passed out hungover this morning. But when you went downstairs there were doughnuts and coffee from your favorite bakery sitting on the kitchen counter. There was a pink balloon tied to the coffee and a little note in front of it that read “Happy Birthday, angel. -R.C.”
Rafe was already gone for work when you woke up so you haven’t had a chance to thank him yet. You hate that you’re more excited for him to be home than you are to see Caleb. You know he’s here somewhere because his car is out front, you assume he’s upstairs gaming with his headset on and his phone on silent. Or he’s asleep. You sigh deeply as you walk over to the box of doughnuts still sitting on the counter and pull one from the box. You take a bite before looking out the kitchen window and when you do you nearly choke.
Caleb isn’t gaming, and he’s not asleep. But he is out back in the hot tub with his “friend” Jessica. Ass naked. Fucking her from behind with her top half bent over the ledge. You feel like you’re going to be sick as you watch her mouth fall open in pleasure. Caleb pulls her hair, yanking her head back before you watch him land a smack on her ass as he fucks her roughly from behind. He’s never fucked you like that. It was always so vanilla and lackluster. Watching him fuck her like you’ve asked him to fuck you a thousand times is like a knife to your heart. Tears prickle the rims of your eyes But you don’t want to cry because you’re sad, no, you’re fucking pissed. You slam your hand down on the counter in frustration, crushing the glazed treat you’re still holding against the marble. You take a deep breath, readying yourself, and then you walk out the back door.
“Well, isn’t this just fucking rich.” You chuckle dryly as you walk across the back patio to the hot tub and Caleb and Jessica’s eyes flash toward you, their movements halting. “You know, you’ve gotten me some pretty shit presents over the years, Caleb. But being so balls deep in some other bitch that you forget my birthday entirely really takes the fucking cake.”
“Babe!” Caleb backs away from Jessica with his eyes blown wide, pulling out of her and leaving her to stand there trying to cover herself. “It’s not -”
“It’s not what it looks like, really Caleb?” You scoff and you can’t even help but laugh. “You’re a fucking idiot. There’s no talking your way out of being a cheating fucking whore when I saw it with my own two eyes.”
“Hey! Listen, I’m really sorry I didn’t -” Jessica’s voice is strained and nervous as she pulls herself from the hot tub and reaches for her clothes that are discarded on the ground.
“Shut the fuck up, bitch. You know exactly what you did. Everyone in your little friend group knows me and Caleb are together. Don’t disrespect me by lying to my face.”
You take a few hurried steps towards her and she flinches, making a smirk spread across your lips. Good. She should be scared. She’s lucky Caleb isn’t worth an assault charge. You send your pathetic excuse for a boyfriend a glare. “How long?”
“Since the ski trip…” His head hangs low between his shoulders and you can’t believe he has the audacity to be pouting right now. But he’s always been selfish.
“Oh? So this has been going on for weeks? And I bet all your little friends knew, huh?” Caleb opens his mouth to answer but you cut him off. “Were you all just sitting around laughing, knowing I was oblivious? You disgust me.”
“Babe -”
“I’m not your fucking babe! Shut up! I’m tired of hearing your god damn voice, Caleb!” You shriek and stomp your foot in frustration.
“Whoa, what the hell is going on out here?” The sound of Rafe’s voice sends an icy hot chill all through your body. God, how much of that did he see?
“Dad, don’t worry about it. Just go inside, this is none of your business.” Rafe loves his son with all his heart and even if Caleb doesn’t realize it, everything he’s done in his life has been for him. But right now? He has never been more disappointed in his entire life.
Rafe didn’t see everything but he got home around the time you were calling Caleb a cheating whore. That combined with the fact that there was a random girl scrambling to put her clothes on while his son stands naked in the hot tub doesn’t make it hard to tell what is happening.
“There’s yelling going on in my house, I think that’s my business.” Rafe is almost at a loss for words. He feels frozen. He would never abandon Caleb but the fact that he did this to you fills him with rage. The fact that he took you for granted was one thing, but cheating on you? It makes his blood boil. If it were anyone else they’d be getting their ass beat right now.
“I think I’m just going to go.” All three of their heads whip towards you at your words. Rafe looks distressed, Jessica looks guilty as hell and Caleb has a mixture of both painted on his face.
“No, you stay. I’ll feel like shit knowing you’re sleeping on your sister's couch when you’ve been pulling my weight around here anyways.” Caleb pulls himself out of the hot tub and pulls his swim trunks on before walking toward you. It makes you take a step back.
“You can stay with me, if you need.” Jessica squeaks out and it makes you belly laugh. You really are such a fucking joke.
“You don’t have to leave, either of you. We can work something out.” Rafe looks over at his son, so fucking disappointed in him but he doesn’t love him any less and he doesn’t want him to leave. But he really doesn’t want you to leave either, he’s really come to love you. Well, he loves having you around. He doesn’t love you, he can’t. But god the longer he’s around you he wants to love you so badly. Especially right now, he can see you shaking from here. He can see the angry tears threatening to fall from your eyes and he hates it. He wants to grab you, pull you into his chest, and protect you from the world.
“I won’t force her to be around me after this, dad.” Caleb sighs as he pinches his nose before locking eyes with you. “Just stay here, okay? I want you to stay where you have space. You seem happier here. I’m going to go get some stuff to get me through a couple days and I’ll come back for the rest later on. Come on Jessica, we’re leaving.”
“Listen, I’m really sorry I never meant for you to find out like this.” Jessica sends you an apologetic look.
“Ha! I don’t give a fuck about your apology, bitch. Get out of my sight before I beat your ass.” You take a threatening step toward her and she hurriedly runs toward the back door with Caleb in tow. He sends you another sad glance before walking inside, leaving you alone with Rafe.
“God, what the fuck just happened!?” You let out an aggressive deep breath as you flop down on one of the patio chairs. You groan and throw your head back, pressing the heels of your hands into your eyes.
“Are you okay?” The sound of Rafe’s voice inches from you makes you jump as your eyes shoot toward him. He’s crouching in front of the chair with a concerned look on his face and god, you want to jump into his lap and have him hold you so badly. Even when Caleb literally cheats on you, you can’t get these thoughts of Rafe out of your head. If anything they’re just increasing by the second.
“Yeah, I’ll be fine. You should go check on Caleb, tell him he doesn’t have to go.” You clear your throat to stop the tears threatening to spill down your cheeks. “Once I calm down a bit I’ll go get my shit together and get out of your hair.”
“No.” Rafe’s voice is stern but not angry and your entire body heats when he rests his big hands on your knees so you’ll look at him. “I don’t want you to leave. I love my son so damn much but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t disappointed in him right now. I’ll never force him to leave but if he wants to go, I think maybe it’s for the best right now.”
“Yeah, but even if he leaves there’s no reason for me to be here if he and I aren’t together, Rafe.” You sniffle, wiping your nose and under your eyes with your hoodie sleeve. You refuse to let him see you cry.
“There is a reason, doll.” Rafe squeezes your knees slightly in a comforting manner as he looks up at you so sincerely you could almost melt. “I want you here. I like having you here. Not just because you help out around the house or because you make delicious food. I like you, I like your presence and being around you. I don’t like to talk much, I can’t stand small talk, but it comes easy with you.”
“That doesn’t make sense, Rafe. You have no obligation to me, I can’t just freeload off of you.” You sigh and Rafe can’t help it, he glances toward the house to see if Caleb is looking but the blinds are closed so he leans up on his knees and takes your face in his hands.
“I know I’m not fuckin’ obligated but I want to help you. I want you here, please?” Rafe’s voice breaks at the end and he hates that he sounds so desperate. But that desperation tells you all you need to know. He’s saying it without saying it. Rafe wants you. And now that Caleb gave you the ultimate fuck you, what’s really holding you back from having him aside from your own moral compass? He’s still Caleb’s dad. On the other hand though? Fuck Caleb and his feelings.
“Okay. I’ll stay.” Your voice is small and you swallow deeply as Rafe continues to hold your face in his big, calloused hands.
“That’s my girl.” Rafe grins at you and places a kiss on your forehead and for a second you forget who Caleb even is. He’s never touched you this much and now you never want him to stop. You want to feel his lips and hands on every inch of your body. “Sit tight, okay? I’m gonna go make sure Caleb is okay and see if he needs any help.”
You sigh and look up at the sky. The sun is setting, kissing the tops of the trees as the cold midwinter wind whips through your hair. You’d probably be freezing in your little work outfit if you weren’t so filled with adrenaline. Are you really gonna stay here with Caleb’s dad? Especially when you know how badly you want him? You know the answer is yes, against your better judgement. You’ve tried to push your feelings down, tell yourself they were based on loneliness and circumstance. But the fact that you just watched Caleb cheat on you and you were more sad about the fact that you’ll have to move away from Rafe is very telling.
You want Rafe. You want his kind gestures. You want the banter you have when you order take ou and watch cheesy horror movies on nights you were left alone. You want the way his lips look extra plush and the way his mullet looks all messy when he first wakes up. You want the possessiveness and the protectiveness. You want to jump his bones when he gets home in his work clothes all covered in mud. You want to eat dinner and shower together and fuck before bed. You want him to fuck you on every inch of this house actually. You want him so bad you can’t even deny it anymore. You want him so bad it almost hurts.
You let yourself sit with that information until you hear the front door shut and Caleb’s car pull out of the driveway. You’re finally starting to get cold so you take a deep breath and push yourself up from the chair to face the music.
As you approach the back door you realize the lights in the kitchen are off, which is odd for this time of day. Did Rafe go to bed to avoid having to interact with you? You wouldn’t blame him, part of you wants the same. You just want to sink in bed and sleep for a week. But when you open the door your hand flies to your mouth with a gasp.
The room is illuminated by candles that are lit on top of the prettiest cake. It’s shaped like a heart with pink and white frosting and your name is in the middle of it, written in pretty, frosted cursive. If that wasn’t enough there’s a little box with a bow sitting next to it and the greatest present of all is the man standing behind them. Rafe still has his navy work shirt with the logo for his company on and he has this lopsided, boyish smile painted on his face that makes your stomach erupt with butterflies. This man is a dream.
“Rafe, I- you did this for me?” Your words nearly get caught in your throat and tears prickle your eyes for an entirely different reason than they have all night. “No one has ever… No one’s ever done anything this nice for me before.”
“I know. That’s why I did it.” Rafe smiles at you sweetly as he scratches the side of his neck before running his hands through his hair. “Don’t go getting all teary eyed on me before you even open your gift, angel.”
“You didn’t have to get me anything…” Your voice is barely a whisper and you hardly trust it as you approach the counter and pick up the little box. At first glance you’d think it was jewelry but when you pull off the bow and open it up there’s a keyfob inside. “What is? Rafe, you did not buy me a car!”
“No, yeah, I did.” Rafe chuckles and comes around the other side of the counter to stand no more than a foot away from you. “You deserve it.”
“Rafe, I can’t accept this. You have to take it back.” You push the box toward him but he just stops your hand, pushing it back toward your chest.
“Well, I’m not taking it back. So if you don’t drive it, it’s just going to sit in the garage collecting dust.” He splays his hand across your chest, holding the key and your hand in his larger one as he looks down at you almost lovingly. It fills your heart with hope you’ve been refusing to let in. Rafe tucks your hair behind your ear and presses a kiss to your temple. “Let me do this for you.”
You can’t help it, you throw yourself into his arms with a squeal and he catches you easily with an arm around your waist. You’re tired of denying yourself his touch, it is your birthday, after all. Rafe chuckles and squeezes you to his chest before setting you on your feet in front of the cake.
“Make a wish, birthday girl.” He wraps his arms around your waist and tucks his chin against your shoulder like it’s the most natural thing in the world and you know exactly what you’re going to wish for. More of this. More of him. For as long as he will have you. You lean forward and blow out the candles before letting your body rest against Rafe’s with your head tilted back so you can look up at him. “What did you wish for?”
“Can’t tell you, it won’t come true.” You giggle and spin around in his arms and he takes your face in his hands. Rafe thinks you’re the most beautiful girl in the world and he can’t pretend he doesn’t anymore. He needs you. He wants to kiss you so bad and you surprise the hell out of him by throwing your arms around his shoulders and smashing your lips against his own.
The kiss starts off tender, almost nervous. But it quickly turns heated when his big hands grip onto your waist and pull you flush against him. He groans against your mouth and you use it as an opportunity to slip your tongue into his mouth and tangle it with his. You stand there making out, your hands wandering any part of each other they can reach. Rafe’s hands slip lower and slide just under the bottom hem of your skirt, grazing your ass. You
bite down on his bottom lip and Rafe pulls back to look down at you.
“Fuck, we really shouldn’t…” Rafe breathes out through his nose and bites his lip, his actions contradicting his words because his hands travel higher up your skirt and grip onto your ass possessively.
“Do you care?” You raise an eyebrow at him as you grind your stomach against his rock hard cock and scratch the back of his neck with your pointed nails.
“Fuck, not anymore.” Rafe loops his arms around your thighs and you jump up so he can carry you to the couch. He tosses you over the arm and gets on the couch behind you with his legs bracketing yours. He leans over your body so his lips are brushing the shell of your ear. “The first time I fuck you is gonna be in my bed but I’ve been waiting so long to spank that bratty ass and eat that sweet little pussy I need to do it right fucking here.”
Rafe leans back and pushes your little Jean mini skirt up over your ass to reveal the tiniest little pink thong he’s ever seen. He lands a harsh smack on your ass and it causes you to yelp and jolt forward. He gives the other the cheek the same treatment before bringing his hands down on both at once.
“So fucking perfect. Knew you would be, baby.” Rafe runs his fingers over your slit through the lace of your panties, feeling your sticky wetness. “And so fucking wet.”
He gathers some on his fingers before pulling away and marveling at the way it glistens in the low light. He hooks his arm around your neck and holds his fingers to your lips. “Suck.”
You take them into your mouth and swirl your tongue around them, tasting yourself mixed with Rafe’s salty sweat. It shouldn’t taste as good as it does but it makes you hum around his fingers as your eyes roll back.
“Been thinkin’ bout this all day, everyday, since you moved into this house, angel. You’ve been thinking about it too, haven’t you?” Rafe shoves his fingers down your throat causing you to gag as drool pools into your mouth before he pulls them out and spanks your ass with his wet hand, causing it to sting extra.
“Yes, daddy. Everyday. Want you so bad.” You arch your back and wiggle your ass and Rafe feels like he’s going to bust in his pants like a thirteen year old boy.
“Oh, baby, I don’t think you know what you just did.” Rafe chuckles as he grabs onto your thong and pulls it down to your knees, locking them in place. “You want me to be your daddy? Alright. But that means I get to beat this little ass red for the way you’ve been teasing me.”
“Yeah?” You glance over your shoulder at him with that mischievous look you always flash him in your eyes and a naughty little smirk painted on your lips. “Do you fucking worst, daddy.”
Rafe gives you that lopsided grin that makes your stomach do flips before spanking your ass hard. The skin immediately turns red and you don’t have time to process before he spanks you in the same exact spot even harder. He gives the other cheek the same treatment and then rotates back.
“That’s my good little girl.” Rafe rubs your reddened ass and then spanks you again and again. “Not such a brat now, huh? Just needed that attitude beat out of you?”
“I don’t know, I think you might have to fuck it out of me.” You giggle and wiggle your sore ass which only earns you another round of spankings, leaving you a moaning mess. He leans down and bites down hard on your asscheek as two fingers slide through your dripping folds.
“Don’t worry, doll. I’m gonna give you the best dick of your fucking life. But first, I’ve gotta taste this god damn pussy.” Rafe admires the growing bruises and the bite mark on your plump ass before grabbing your cheeks and spreading you open so he can run his tongue along your slit to your pulsing clit.
He swirls his tongue around it a few times before sliding it back down and thrusting it into your hole. Rafe flicks his tongue inside you and hooks his arm around your thigh so you can’t wiggle away.
“Oh, fuck! God, yes, daddy.” You whine and grind back into his face and when his thumb finds your clit you’re embarrassingly close. Your body subconsciously tries to run away from the mind blowing pleasure but Rafe only brings his free hand to the small of your back and uses it to pin your upper half down.
“Quit wiggling and let me devour this pussy, brat. Be a good girl and stay still for daddy, yeah?” Rafe mumbles against your pussy, the vibrations sending your eyes to the back of your skull. “Need you to cum for me, baby.”
Rafe unhooks his arm from your leg so he can thrust two fingers knuckle deep in your pussy while his lips latch onto your clit. He curls his fingers against your sweet spot and rolls his lips around your aching bud and that’s all it takes to have you seeing stars. Pleasure wracks your entire body as you shake beneath him. He sucks and fingers you through your orgasm until you’re over sensitive and your top half is limp with your arms dangling off the arm of the couch.
Rafe leans back to admire you and his cock feels like it’s going to burst. Your hair is cascading over your face as you lay limp across the couch with your ass arched in the air. Your crop top is pushed up showing off the curve of your back. Your butt is red and covered in his hand prints and the bite mark is already starting to bruise. Your little skirt is framing your hips perfectly and your pussy is all puffy and dripping creamy, white.
“I know I said I’d take you to the bed, baby girl, but this pussy just looks so god damn irresistible I’ve gotta have her right now.” You hear the metal of his belt clanking and the sound of his zipper before you feel the fat head of his cock slapping against your ass. He grips his shaft as he runs his tip through your dripping folds and then he uses your wetness to lube his cock. Rafe pumps himself a few times before lining up with your entrance and pushing inside you in one, unforgiving thrust. You both moan in unison as he bottoms out, his balls grazing your clit.
“Oh my god, I’m so full.” You whine as your walls clench around him and Rafe pulls his hips back until only his tip remains before slamming his cock back into you and starting up at a brutal pace. He grips onto your hips and fucks you like a man possessed. He’s entranced by the sight of your ass bouncing back against him while your creamy pussy coats his cock as it swallows him whole over and over again.
“You’re so fuckin’ tight, baby. This pussy is so perfect, fuck, even better than I ever could’ve imagined.” One of Rafe’s hands grips onto your throat and pulls you up so your back is flush against his front and the new angle pushes him even deeper inside you, making your pussy flutter around his cock. He grabs your hand with his free one and presses it against our belly where you can feel his cock bulging from inside you. “Feel that? You’re so fuckin’ full of me.”
“Yes, daddy, you’re so fucking big.” You gasp when he slams his hips up into yours so hard the sound echos off the walls and then he pulls almost all the way out and does it again and again, fucking you rough and deep. Rafe squeezes your neck as he pushes up your crop top so he can grope your tits and pinch your pierced nipples.
“Oh, Angel, I’ve just been dying to see these. The way you prance around in those little bikinis has been driving me insane. Let daddy see those pretty tits.” He pulls out of you and you whine at the loss. He grips onto your hips and flips you over so you’re straddling him.
Rafe leans back on the couch and runs his hands down your body before tracing up your stomach so he can graze his fingertips over your pert nipples. He circles the little bars that have hearts in the middle with a groan.
“Oh, fuckin’ look at you. Never seen anything more god damn perfect in my life.” Rafe leans forward to take a nipple in his mouth and it makes you cry out.
“In all your years, right, old man?” You giggle when he pulls back with a glare and grips onto your hip so he can lift you onto his cock, the feeling of him filling you again makes you nearly go cross eyed. “You getting tired yet?”
“I thought I fucked that little attitude out of you, huh?” Rafe plants his feet flat on the ground so he can thrust up into you while using his grip on your ass to bounce you on his cock. The sight of your tits in his face has him twitching inside you.
“I think it’s gonna take more than once, actually?” You smirk up at him and Rafe is fucking gone. He’s obsessed with you. “Can your old man knees keep up?”
“Baby, it’s so cute that you think I can’t keep up with you.” Rafe flips you onto your back and grips onto the back of your thighs as he kneels on the couch in front of you so he can pound into you harder and deeper than ever. “Rub your pussy for me.”
“Fuck, daddy, I’m so close.” You moan loudly as you bring your finger to your slick clit and rub circles on it. Rafe grips onto your throat and pins you to the couch cushion as he continues to plow into you. “Want you to fill me up, please?”
“Yeah? I’ll give you my cum as soon as you give me one more. Cum for daddy, sugar.” Rafe squeezes your throat as his dick hits your g-spot and your fingers rub your clit just right and it has euphoria washing over your body. Your pussy is like a vice grip around him and the pretty little moans you’re letting out as you come undone for him has Rafe spilling inside you. He doesn’t know if he’s ever cum this much in his life as his cock continues to pulse inside you and fill you with ropes of his cum. You lay pliant beneath him as you look up at him like he hung the stars and it fills him with pride, “Yeah, that’s my good little girl.”
“I’m fucking obsessed with you.” You breathe out and saying it outloud feels like the biggest weight off your shoulders. “I’ve wanted you so fucking badly, Rafe.”
“God, baby.” Rafe grabs your face in his hands and runs his thumbs along the apples of your cheeks. “I’m so god damn I’m obsessed with you too. Now that I’ve had you, I never wanna let you go. I’m addicted.”
“Yeah? Well you never have to. I’m pretty sure I’m going to have an attitude and tease you about your old man knees until the end of time.” You giggle when he throws you a playful glare and it makes a wide smile break out onto his face. “But who knows? Maybe I can be tamed one day, looks like you’ll just have to keep fucking me to find out…”
“I think I can manage that, angel, starting now.” Rafe leans down and kisses you sweetly before gripping onto your hips and standing up to throw you over his shoulder. “I’m gonna fuck you on every inch of this house, starting with my bed.”
In that moment you think to yourself that maybe sometimes birthday wishes really do come true. You both know shit is complicated, but right now you don’t care. You finally have him, and you’ll figure it out together.
If you made it this far, thanks for sticking around for all 13k words!! I put my blood, sweat, tears, pussy, heart, soul into this. I hope you enjoy ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆
summary: your a famous singer in the obx and one day your at tannyhill and the group asks to hear your new song not realising its about rafe and sofia.
a/n: this is in a world where there is no kook vs pouges so everyone is friends ♥︎ this is also based after wards death and rose and wheezie live in guatemala still.シ
face claim:sabrina carpenter𖧷
Y/ns pov.
Its a nice day in the obx so everyone is at the camerons home chilling outside.
You have me,sarah,kie,mickayla(kelces girlfriend) and sofia at the sun loungers getting a tan or reading.
And then you have the boys either messing around in the pool,annoying their girlfriends or helping topper at the grill.
“hey y/n?” i hear kelce call my name out from the pool.
“yes kelcey?” i respond using the nickname ive used ever since we were kids.
“do you have any new music coming out soon?” he asks getting literally everyone’s attention.
“i’m working on an album now but only one of the songs are completely mastered and finished” i respond not opening my eyes from behind my dior sunglasses.
“ooo show it to us!!” i then hear jj and john b say at the same time.
“nope not happening” i state.
“pleaseeee??” sarah then says from beside me.
“okay okay fine!…it’s called taste.” i say connecting my phone to toppers speaker and finding the file for it.
i look up to find everyone’s eyes on me as i click the song file and it starts playing.
“okay right who’s it about tho before we actually get into the good parts!” kie asks.
“well that i can’t share or ill get a load of screaming” i respond internally screaming at myself for even opening my mouth in the first place.
“oh come on it can’t be that bad!” rafe says getting out of the water and sitting on the side of the pool and wrapping his arms around sofia.
“ok fine it’s about you and sofia happy?” i reply and press play again.
i can feel the intensity of everyone’s gaze set directly on me.
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