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Brittana Fic Masterpost

Alright here are most of the lists I have made in one neat (read: barely organized) masterpost. I hope that makes finding whatever fic you are in the mood for a bit easier :). 

classic tropes (more or less):

friends with benefits best friends to lovers soulmate au slowburn rivals Britt hates San at the start popular!Santana / unpopular!Britt popular!Brittany / unpopular!San fake dating roommates NYC loft dynamic living together in NYC meeting in college meeting on a plane meeting years after break up G!P Brittany G!P Santana badass Brittany badass but whipped Santana affair with each other one of them thinks the other is cheating age difference famous (but just one of them) rich/poor

my favorites:

my top 20 another top 20 favorite one shots favorite shortish fics favorite humor/comedy fics fics that make me laugh fics that make me cry favorite family fics favorite happy/fluffy fics ao3 recs

family Brittana:

Brittana with kids Brittana as parents biological kids teen mom single mom to family Brittana with their siblings Brittany’s mom pov / bonding with Santana

canon compliant/specific

season 4 while broken up missing scene / canon compliant season 3 compliant angst about Santana getting outed

everything else:

christmas / thanksgiving divorce drugs evil superhero vampire werewolf demon / witch / ghost mafia prison firefighter / cop / cop 2 military chefs doctor!Santana lawyer!Santana teacher teacher/student relationship motocross wild west honeymoon surfer/beach mma / boxing first time / experimenting couple-y infront of Glee club jealousy fight pet centric country historic fics world war 2 long series switched personalities / bodies suddenly nice Santana guy!Santana 

deaf or blind mental illness Brittany severe (mental) illness Santana self-destructive / depressed Santana eating disorder suicidal (no actual suicide) Santana’s boob job Santana disowned after coming out

Harry Potter Buffy Game of Thrones

lap dance  smut / PWP bdsm

heya heya part two

Tina friendship focus Britt jealous of Dani Britt finds out about Quintana Unholy Trinity threesome side Faberry Quitt

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STRANGER THINGS 2.02 -> 5.08

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Together Forever

Wicked x Female! Reader

Summary: Friends should be together forever, right? So why are you trying so hard to get away from them the moment everything is falling apart?

Characters: Elphaba, Galinda/Glinda, Fiyero, Nessa, Boq and [Your name]

Warning: Yandere themes - Obsessive, possessive, sexual?, english is not my first language so there might be some incorrect grammar and spelling.

Author's note: I haven't written anything in a while so I'm definitely rusty, there is a possibility that a second part might happen but I'm currently back in the Avatar fandom right now lol.

"Knock knock," The familiar voice of your friend, Fiyero says in that annoying tone of amusement he uses when it was time to annoy you.

You rolled your eyes but didn't move from your position on your very own workshop or rather the classroom that you begged Madame Morrible to have specifically for you and all your stuff, i.e sewing machine, fabrics and etc.

Your fingers worked efficiently as you sewed two fabrics together using your handy threads and needle.

"I told you to knock on the door, Fiyero." You merely said, squinting your eyes as you worked.

The prince lets out a feign groan of annoyance, "working again? really? it's time to take a break, pretty girl." He moved closer to you, hands moving to grip your waist and chin placed on your shoulder as he watched you concentrate or rather... try to concentrate with his movements and all. "C'mon, let us spend time together... just us two." He whispers in your ear, tightening his grip on your waist.

His touch, his words and the close proximity was making you shiver in which he didn't fail to notice considering the growing smirk on his face. "It's been so long since we've been together without Galinda and the others." His breath fanned your neck as he moved even closer, brushing hips lips against your skin. "Makes me miss our time at Winkie Country together where it's just the two of us."

Before you could utter a word, the door burst open and another familiar voice came in. It was your blonde friend, barging inside your work room similar to how she barged inside your life even with the amount of times you pushed them away.

You can hear Fiyero let out an annoyed sigh at the sight of Galinda and your other group of friends as he pulled back, "just great." he mutters, taking his hand off of your waist.

"Oh dear Oz, did we interrupt?" Galinda tilts her head to the side, smiling 'innocently' at the two of you. Elphaba gave you an apologetic smile as Boq and Nessa immediately moved to stare at your designs in awe.

"Ye-"

"No," You immediately said, cutting off Fiyero as you place your needles on the table. Might as well stop with all the company coming in. "You didn't interrupt anything," You added as the Winkie prince lets out a small huff, crossing his arms which the others didn't seem to notice as they kept their attention onto you.

Elphaba steps closer, "We're planning on going to the Tulip fields at Munchkinland, do you want to come with us?" She asked.

Your fellow Munchkin friend nods, giving you a shy smile. "Y-yeah, seeing as you've never been to Munchkinland before... I mean- you and Fiyero.." He stammers out, cheeks heating up in embarrassment at the gaze you and the rest gave him, and mostly flustered due to your gaze specifically. "wa-wanted you t- you and Fiyero! you b-both to.."

Your green skinned friend cleared her throat, interrupting his ramblings as Fiyero rolled his eyes, Galinda trying to hide her laughter and Nessa letting out a sigh. "Do you want to come?" she asked, secretly hoping you'd agree, looking at you. "You don't have to though," she adds even though she clearly wants you to come.

And that's where you find yourself in the said field, blanket placed on top of the grass as you and your friends sat down. Feeling the wind blowing your hair, your eyes closed momentarily at the feeling of peace.

You were oblivious to the looks they were giving you, how much they wanted to savour the moment forever... of you being with them, no matter how much they wanted it to be just you and them specifically without the others.

The tulips and the sun just accentuated your beautiful form even more.

Galinda smiled, dimples showing as a genuine feeling of happiness surrounded her entire being. 'I am so happy!' she thought, wishing this feeling would never end as she stared at you.

Everyone thought this.

Everyone thought how badly they want this to never end and even though you always seemed annoyed by their presence, they and you knew deep down that you felt happy.

"It's beautiful," Nessa said softly as her gaze turned away from you to look at the flowers.

Your eyes opened, "It is... I never thought Munchkinland was this beautiful." You said as you turn to Boq who immediately looked away, cheeks heating up once more.

Fiyero hums, moving closer to your form. Hand moving to your head so that you were leaning on his shoulder, "You're a much better view than some land." He whispers, voice husky as his lips brushed against the skin of your forehead.

You rolled your eyes, ever the flirt. He lets out a yelp before laughing when he felt the harsh jab you gave him on the side with your elbow. The others only snickered at the sight with Elphaba smiling, a happy and genuine lift of her lips as she watches your reaction.

If only this moment would stay like this forever.

[alrawabi-imagines]

Pink goes well with green

~~SMUT~~ @shynightwerewolf

You had been dating both  for months,you were the it throuple of the school. You loved your girlfriends,they gave you everything you could've possibly wanted and more. You had always wanted to do something special,special for them and had just thought of the perfect idea. They were both in your shared room,it was a bit later when you returned to your room. 

"There you are,I missed you" Glinda hugged you,picking you up and twirling you around.

"Glinda,put her down. You're gonna make her dizzy." Elphaba stopped her and Glinda put you down. "And she's been gone for a couple of hours," Elphaba added.

"Yes,but I did miss both of you"

"We missed you too,honey," Glinda said as she and Elphaba sandwiched you in between them. 

"Why were you gone for so long? We've been worried." Elphaba questioned.

"I was just taking care of something" you put your arm around Glinda and turned your head to look at Elphaba who was behind you. 

"What were you taking care of?" Elphaba asked with an eyebrow raised,she was being a little suspicious and was worried it might be something bad.Glinda leaned into your touch,she loved your cuddles and attention. Her head immediately resting in between your boobs,using you as a pillow.Glinda just looked so adorable,nuzzling her head into your chest,her hair was messy and her face was red with blush. Elphaba stood there with a smirk. 

"You know I'll want cuddles too,right?" Elphaba pointed out.

"Of course,but first I need a kiss" you moved to press your back against her chest. Elphaba wrapped her arms around you,resting her head on your shoulder. 

"How can I say no to that?" Elphaba smiled,kissing your neck softly. Slowly making her way up to your lips. Elphaba smiled against your skin before moving her head and slowly moving up the side of your neck to your lips,pressing her plump green lips against yours. You kissed her,still holding Glinda against your body. As you kissed Elphaba you licked her bottom lip,asking to be let in. Elphaba opened her mouth,letting you slip your tongue in. She let out a soft moan,pulling you closer to her. You wondered how long it would take for her to feel your tongue piercing,that you specifically got for her. Elphaba froze for a moment as your tongue passed by hers,before her eyes went wide as she felt the metal of your piercing. After a moment,Elphaba resumed kissing you,now more desperate than before. Glinda looked up at you and Elphaba,jealous that she wasn't the one being kissed like that. She tugged on your shirt to get your attention,wanting to be kissed too. But Elphaba didn't let you pull away from her. Elphaba's grip on you stayed firm,if anything she pulled you more into her,not wanting to break the kiss. Glinda tugged on your shirt again,more desperate this time. You let your hands roam her body to try and calm her. Hoping to buy some time until Elphaba let go. Glinda's eyes closed as she enjoyed your touch,her body relaxing under your hands while Elphaba's grip stayed tight. Elphaba refused to let you go,her tongue explored your mouth with every moment the kiss went on. Glinda tugged on your shirt again,her face pouting at the fact that you weren't giving her any attention. 

"Hey,don't leave me out." Glinda whined,looking up at you with puppy dog eyes. Elphaba broke the kiss,separating your lips from hers before smirking at Glinda. 

"Jealous, Glinda?" Elphaba teased,knowing that Glinda wanted your attention too.

"Hmph,yes I am. You're hogging her all to yourself." Glinda pouted,crossing her arms and turning her head away. Elphaba chuckled at how adorable Glinda was being. Elphaba smirked knowing that now Glinda would be surprised with your new piercing. Glinda glanced at Elphaba before she turned to look at you,she was still a little angry for not being given any attention,but her expression softened when her eyes met yours. She gently took your face in her hands and pulled you down to her level,planting her lips firmly on yours. You kissed her back,sliding your tongue into her mouth. She jumped away from you at the unfamiliar feeling. Glinda's eyes quickly widened,feeling the cold metal of your tongue ring. She separated herself from you,her face bright red at the realization. Elphaba just chuckled at her reaction,finding it funny and adorable. You chuckled softly too. Glinda pouted once again,not believing that you'd go and surprise her like that. 

"You're mean, you didn't even say anything about you getting your tongue pierced!" Glinda said,lightly hitting your shoulder as Elphaba laughed even harder.

"It was meant to be a surprise" you explained

"Well it was a surprise, a very unpleasant one." Glinda complained,crossing her arms and looking away. Elphaba wrapped her arms around your waist,holding your back against her chest.

"I figured" you chuckled. "That's why I got this for Elphaba. I figured you would prefer these anyway" you unzipped your top,taking off your bra which was both pink and green,their colors. They'd often argue about whose color you'd wear so you compromised by wearing both. A took everything off to show off the two new piercings on your chest.One pink and one green. Both of their eyes widened,taking in the sight of your naked chest. Both of them stared at the green and pink piercings,the surprise silencing their bickering. Elphaba just stared,mouth agape while Glinda's face was as pink as her cheeks. Glinda swallowed,unable to find words to speak as she continued to stare at your chest. Elphaba took a moment to recollect herself before she managed to regain her composure. A smirk appeared on her face as her eyes darted over your body,her possessive nature coming out. They both ogled you,admiring the jewelry and your body. It wasn't long before they were both on either side of you,hands moving and touching every part of you that they could. You were once again sandwiched between the two women.They were everywhere, hands roaming your body as they both pressed against you. Glinda's lips were on your neck,leaving hickies on your skin while Elphaba placed kisses down your shoulders. Glinda's hands cupped your boobs,touching her favorite part of you. Elphaba's hands went across your stomach,moving with a much more firm touch than Glinda's. Elphaba's fingers moved lower,tracing the edge of your pants.

Glinda gently squeezed your chest, enjoying the feeling of your skin under her hands. She planted a trail of kisses along your collarbone,leaving a plethora of faint hickies. You threw your head back on Elphaba's shoulder,as her hands went further down making you moan. She gently bit the skin of your neck,leaving an even darker mark than the ones Glinda left. Her hand drifted even further down,her touch making you shiver with pleasure. Elphaba smiled as she heard a moan leave your mouth,taking pleasure in the sounds caused by her touch.You moaned louder. Glinda bit down on your skin, adding another small love bite to the plethora of marks that now decorated your neck. Elphaba's hand continued to move lower, now just under the waistband of your pants. Both of the girls were pleased with your noises, enjoying the sight of your body shuddering from their touch.

"Just take them off" you managed to string together in between moans and kisses. Elphaba and Glinda heard your breathless words and quickly got to work,both of them eagerly taking your pants down along with your underwear, throwing them somewhere on the floor. Glinda planted kisses up your inner thighs, taking extra time on the skin near your core. Elphaba attacked your neck and chest, her tongue swirling around the cool metal of your piercings. They both paused, taking a moment to admire your body before moving on. They both began trailing kisses along every part of your body possible. Glinda moved closer and closer to you,one of your legs over Glinda's shoulder. Elphaba was behind you,her lips on your neck,leaving more of her own marks. She held you tight against her body, pressing her chest against your back. Glinda had her head between your thighs, planting hickeys on your skin. She held your hips against her,not allowing you to squirm away. You put your hand on Glinda's head. She let out a small hum, signaling to you that she wanted more, she wanted you to hold her still when she found the right spot. Glinda loved when you put your hand on her head, it always gave her a sense of purpose while also reassuring her that she was doing a good job. Slowly your hand moved down the back of her head,pushing her until her nose touched your skin. She ran her tongue against your core, wanting to taste you. Her nose pressed against you when she made direct contact with where you wanted her. Glinda let out a soft moan when your hand pushed down,her breath fanning across your skin. She knew what you wanted and wanted to give it to you. The feeling of her tongue on you made you arch your back, a loud moan leaving your mouth. Elphaba was behind you,holding you still as Glinda worked, pressing small kisses to your neck as she saw your reaction. You quickly came undone by her tongue. She let you ride out your high before stopping to let you catch your breath. Elphaba chuckled as she saw how breathless you were, knowing that Glinda's talents had done her work. Glinda pulled her head away once you had reached your high, her eyes staring up and looking at you with pride. Elphaba still had you held tight against her,letting you rest against her chest as you tried to recuperate. Elphaba also smiled, enjoying the sight of you tired and still trying to catch your breath. They loved it when you were breathless like this, knowing that they were the reason for your exhaustion. Glinda made her way up your body until her face was even with yours. She was pleased with herself, smiling with pride at the state she left you in.

"Don't you think it's unfair that I'm the only one undressed right now?" You asked,smirking.

"You're right," Elphaba admitted, her face turning a slight hue of green. "We both should take them off to make it fair." Glinda and Elphaba both blushed at the realization that you were right, they were still fully clothed. They both looked away, embarrassed with the fact that you had to point it out. In a swift flurry they undressed and were tangled up with you on Glinda's bed,which was big enough to fit all of you and then some. All three of you were pressed against each other, skin touching as you all relished in the feeling. Everyone was completely bare as you all were tangled up in a pile on the bed. It was warm and comfortable, but not cramped. The bed was more than large enough to fit the three of you, although Glinda had insisted on the size. Their hands and eyes roamed your body. Every part of you was touched, caressed, and ogled over by them. Glinda and Elphaba’s hands roamed and squeezed as they took time to appreciate your body. Their eyes moved across your body, taking in the sight of you in your entirety. Elphaba and Glinda both took turns kissing and marking your skin, leaving no spot untouched by their lips. They made it their duty to caress and admire every inch of you, wanting to commit every detail to memory.

"So like the piercings?" You asked both of them.

"Very, very much..." Elphaba voiced her agreement, her eyes raking over your chest once more.

"Yeah, we like them," Glinda said in a tone that was almost sultry. They both hummed as they took in the sight, nodding their heads in approval. Glinda and Elphaba both took a moment to look down at your chest, their eyes roaming over the jewelry in your skin. Glinda's hand made their way up to your chest, her fingers gently tracing the metal as she let out a hum of appreciation. Elphaba's eyes followed Glinda's hands, her gaze lingering on your chest as she admired the view. They couldn't keep their eyes away from your chest, their glances constantly moving over to the new piercings. Each piercing colored after each one of them. Glinda couldn't keep her eyes off the pink one, appreciating the color. Elphaba was more focused on the green piercing, her gaze constantly going back to look at it. They both liked how the jewelry was to represent them, it was like you were wearing a permanent token of love from both of them. Both of them loved how you looked with their colors decorating your skin, marking you as theirs. Glinda's hand moved up to gently touch the pink jewelry, her fingers running across the surface as she looked at it. Elphaba's gaze was fixated on the green piercing, her eyes glued to the piece of jewelry. They loved the idea that you had gone and gotten something special done just to symbolize them. You watched Glinda trace the metal. Elphaba, who was next to you, watched Glinda as well. Her eyes never left the blonde's hands as she watched her touch you. Her eyes were focused on the pink jewelry, as she had a look of appreciation and awe in her eyes. You watched as Glinda's touch moved across the jewelry, her movements soft and gentle as she ran her fingers over the metal.

"So,should we go for round 2?"  Glinda, not willing to let Elphaba be the first to comment, quickly chimed in with her own answer. 

"I don't think either of us would object to that idea..." Glinda replied, her eyes scanning over your body as she thought about it. Elphaba also agreed, 

"Absolutely, it's still not morning yet, we have plenty of time."

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5: Unspoken Divide

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ʀᴇᴡᴀʀᴅɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏʀ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ɢɪʀʟ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴀɴ ᴀ++ ᴏɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴇꜱꜱᴀʏ (ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇꜱꜱᴀʏ)

*ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴅᴏᴍ.* “ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛ ᴍᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ? ɪʟʟ ᴘᴜʟʟ ᴏᴜᴛ, ɪ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪꜱᴇ.”

ʜɪꜱ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴇᴍᴏ ɢɪʀʟ

“ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ᴛᴜᴛᴏʀɪɴɢ ꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ.”

ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʀɪᴅᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʀᴀᴛ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ ᴄᴏᴜᴄʜ 2

ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴜᴄᴋ ʜɪꜱ ᴄᴏᴄᴋ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʜᴇ’ꜱ ᴏɴ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏꜱ

“ᴅᴀᴍɴ, ᴅɪᴅɴᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴀ ɴᴇʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴇᴛ.”

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ꜱᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴛᴏ ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴏᴏᴛʙᴀʟʟ ɢᴄ

ʜᴇ ᴛᴇxᴛꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱ

ᴡʜᴀᴛᴇ ʜᴇ ꜱᴇɴᴅꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱ

ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ᴛᴇʟʟɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴜᴛᴏʀɪɴɢ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɢᴜʏꜱ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ—ʙᴀᴅ ɪᴅᴇᴀ…

ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴠɪʀɢɪɴɪᴛʏ

ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴅᴏᴍ ᴏꜰꜰ

ᴘᴜɴɪꜱʜɪɴɢ ʜɪꜱ ɴᴇʀᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ꜰʟɪʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɢᴜʏ ᴀᴛ ʜɪꜱ ꜰʀᴀᴛ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ

ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴꜰʀᴏɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ꜰʀᴀᴛ ʙᴏʏꜱ

ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ꜱᴜᴘᴘᴏꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ɪɴ ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱ ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇꜱ ᴀɢᴏ

ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴏᴏᴏᴏᴏᴠᴇꜱ ᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴘᴜꜱꜱʏ

“ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴊᴇʀᴋ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴛᴏᴏ, ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʙᴀʙʏ.”

ʜᴇʏ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ!

ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ ꜱᴏ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ꜱʟᴀᴄᴋ, ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ꜰʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ꜱᴛᴜꜰꜰ!

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𐙚 𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮

𐙚 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞

𐙚 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐮𝐦 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤

𐙚 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐭

𐙚 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 <𝟑

𐙚 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤

𐙚 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞, 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮

𐙚 𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞.

𐙚 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐩𝐭. 𝐢𝐢

𐙚 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐞𝐜𝐨-𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

𐙚 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐯𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𐙚 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬.

𐙚 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐩 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬

𐙚 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮

𐙚 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞

𐙚 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤

𐙚 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞

𐙚 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐭 :(

𐙚 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐩𝐭. 𝐢𝐢 :(

𐙚 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫

𐙚 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦

𐙚 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬

𐙚 "𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲"

divider creds: @cursed-carmine @cafekitsune

[rafesbbdoll]

self help . drew starkey

warnings: smut warning, squirting, cream pie, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, masturbation (fem receiving), soft dom!drew, NOT PROOFREAD

wc . 1.4k

you knew that drew was a busy man; being an actor, going to interviews, going to fashions shows, and so much more. but there were times when you missed him all too much, and today was no exception. today he was out of your shared apartment, attending the SAG awards. you had seen countless photos of him online, and god you were fighting the urge. the way the suit looked on him, his haircut, the piercing, just him.

it was around 7 when he had finally returned home from the awards, walking into the familiar scent of your shared home. however, when he did enter, you were no where to be found. he did though, hear a faint noise coming from the bedroom, whimpers and moans sounded as he got closer. creaking the door open a little, he found you laying so prettily on the bed, your legs spread as your fingers moved in and out of your soaking cunt. your free hand was pinching your nipple, attempted to add to your stimulation. tears were rolling down your cheeks, upset that your fingers couldn’t reach like drew’s did. when you opened your eyes, you found drew standing at the door with a small smirk on his face. “you okay, baby?”

you shook your head, a small pout forming on your lips. you didn’t even care that you were naked in front of him, too desperate for his touch. “saw your photos at the award show, and just got desperate,” you frowned. he walked closer to the bed, now standing over you, where you sat on the edge. your sticky fingers reached for his hand, pulling it down to your wet heat, allowing him to feel. drew groaned, his fingers running over your slit gently before bringing his fingers back up to his mouth and giving it a taste. “all this for me? my needy girl,” he said bringing his lips to meet yours.

you immediately kissed him back, desperately as your hands found their place on his shoulders. his arms wrapped around your waist, laying you down gently on the bed. his lips trailed down to your jaw, sucking marks gently. "missed me, baby? just couldn't keep your hands to yourself," he murmured into your neck. you whined in response, your hips jumping up a little for any friction. he tutted, pinching the skin on your bare hips, "patience, baby."

he laid you down on the bed properly, you looking up at him with wide eyes, already drunk off of him. he took your legs, spreading them to make sure he fit in between, before taking a small lick on your clit. your thighs trembled slightly at that, your hand reaching down to hold his. his free hand found yours, intertwining the two before he sucked on your clit. your back arched as he continued his ministrations on you, he hand squeezing yours every time you whined out his name.

"you just needed daddy, isn't that right? so wet and it's all fa' me?", he said into you, moving his free hand to your opening. you shivered as you felt one finger pushing in, his hand that was holding yours moved to your hips to keep you still. you nodded at his words. "needed y-you so bad," you cried out, looking down at him as he added a second finger. his fingers knew all the ways to make you tremble beneath him, your thighs threatening to close as you got close.

his fingers found your g-spot with every thrust, making you cry out in pleasure. "i'm gonna cum," you whimpered, your eyes meeting his as his other hand moved to rub your clit. "come on, let go for me. you got it, princess," he responded.

he watched in awe as your body shook from your orgasm, squirting on his fingers as his pace didn't slow, making you whine. once your hand moved down to hold his wrist, he knew you were spent. he sat up, leaning over you to look at your fucked out expression. your eyes were glazed over, hair a mess, sweaty, but you still looked up at him with the sweetest gaze ever. "how you doing?", he asked gently, moving one of your hairs behind your ear. you nodded at him, one of your hands resting on his bicep. "good. still want more", you mumbled, tugging at his navy blazer. he nodded, kissing your cheek before sitting up fully.

he removed his blazer and dress shirt, revealing his toned body, making you blush every time. even though you and drew have had sex multiple times, he still makes you nervous. he removed his pants and boxers, revealing his painfully hard cock, bobbing as it was released.

he crawled back over you, removing your shirt that still lingered on your frame, kissing your neck once it was gone. "prettiest girl ever," he murmured into your skin. you sighed, your fingers moving to his shoulders. he sat up on on elbow, his free hand moving your leg to get the position right. moving from your leg, his hand moved to his cock, pushing it closer to your entrance. "remember to breathe for me, alright?", he said, looking down at you. he knew you struggled with him on the first initial go, so he always took things slow for you.

you nodded, looking up at him. he began to pushing in slowly, your breathing coming out staggered as you looked into his eyes. "there you go. there you go, baby. breathe," he said, holding eye contact with you. you whimpered, your nails digging into his shoulders as he bottomed out, his tip kissing your cervix. he leaned down, kissing your trembling lips to calm you down, his hand rubbing your thigh gently. "doin' so good," he said on your lips.

you gasped when he moved his hips slowly, the sound of skin slapping gently filled the room, making drew moan in your ear. you whined, moving your hips up to meet his thrust. drew chuckled lowly, watching your desperate act. "calm down, princess. i'll give it to you, but you know i have to go slow," he said. you hummed, "please, i need it." you wiped your teary eyes with your hands, your emotions taken over by drew as his hips picked up in speed.

your thighs trembled gently around him as his tip kissed your g-spot every time, making your back arch up to him. "you like that, baby?", he rasped, his pace faltering a bit when your walls clenched around him. you nodded, your nails moving to scratch his back, making him hiss. "yes, yes, yes!", you cried out. drew moved his hand down to your clit, making your shriek as his fingers pinched the bud. you attempted to move away, but he was stronger than you, keeping you in place as his pace quickened.

"nuh uh, take this cock. you were all desperate for it, now you're running?", he gritted through his teeth. you felt the tight knot in your tummy tighten as you gasped, blinking up at him. drew's eyes met yours, knowing that you were nearing your end, your eyes rolling back for a second. "gonna cum? cum on daddy's cock, baby," he said looking down at you. and with his words you did.

you tried to keep eye contact with him, but you failed, your eyes rolling back as your second orgasm hit.

your walls were gripping his cock like a vice, riding out your orgasm. you squirted again, for the second time that night, making your back arch off the bed. you knew he was coming close, the way his hips stuttered against yours. "f-fuck," he groaned in your neck as he painted with walls with his sticky release.

by the end of it, you were spent. thighs trembling, left over tears on your cheeks, but your satisfaction was fulfilled. you must've knocked out right after, you waking up in a warm bath with drew behind you. you blinked your eyes open, tilting your head back to look at him. "good morning, sleepyhead," he joked, kissing your forehead. you smiled gently, humming in response, "hi."

you were still a bit dazed from earlier, but you were content. "i take it you enjoyed the award show?", he asked after some moment of silence. you nodded, your hand playing with his." you just looked so good. i couldn't help myself," you simply said.

who wouldn't help themself?

HE LOOKED TEW GOOD I COULDNT

[rafesteddy]

18 Holes Too Many… 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓪 𝓰𝓻𝓾𝓶𝓹 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪 𝓱𝓸𝓽 𝔀𝓲𝓯𝓮

𝒟𝒶𝒹!𝑅𝒶𝒻𝑒 𝓍 𝒲𝒾𝒻𝑒!𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

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c/w ᝰ.ᐟ backward hat!rafe + your anklet on his shoulder™️, unprotected p in v, poolside sex, w.a.m., language, pet names (baby, pretty, my girl + no y/n), obsessed husband!rafe, kelce + top catching strays, rafe’s grumpy as hell + rafe is down catastrophically bad per usual ‧₊˚ ⋅ ౨ৎ ‧₊ .ᐟ

“Hell no.”

Topper pauses halfway through reaching for his ball marker and looks over. “What?”

Rafe points at him fast. “I know what you’re gonna ask. Fuck off.”

Topper stares at him for a second before a laugh escapes. “Jesus Christ, dude.”

Beside him, Kelce just shakes his head, snickering under his breath while he crouches to line up his putt. The ball sits a few feet from the hole and he’s still smiling when he lines up his putter behind it.

“We haven’t even said anything yet.”

“Don’t need you to.”

“You don’t even know what I was gonna ask.”

“Yes I do.”

“No, you don’t.”

“You were gonna ask if I wanted to grab a drink after this.”

“Is that a bad thing?” Topper asks, lifting an eyebrow at Rafe like he’s officially lost his mind.

“You don’t want an answer to that, Top.”

He hooks a finger beneath the sleeve of his golf polo and rolls it a little higher on his bicep, adjusting the fabric before dragging the back of his hand across his forehead. The UV index has to be somewhere around ten and he feels every bit of it.

“The only reason I’m out here is because she said it’d be good for me.”

Topper snorts and Kelce’s chip barely makes it out of the sandpit.

“And you’ve been thinkin’ about leaving since hole one,” Topper chuckles, shaking his head.

“Hole one? That’s insulting,” Rafe breathes.

“Sorry, hole four—”

“Parking lot,” Rafe cuts him off. “I was thinkin’ that since the parking lot, Top.”

But even that’s a lie. He was thinking that the moment that he watched you wave to him over your shoulder before you stepped outside—that little string bikini peeking out of the top of your shorts, tormenting him beyond belief.

Ever since then he’s been crossing holes off in his head like an advent calendar from his own personal hell.

“He’s not even listening,” Kelce teases.

Rafe looks over at him, blinking slowly a few times with his lips pursed and his hands resting on his hips.

“‘Course I’m not.”

“Unbelievable,” Topper sighs. “I was just telling Kelce we could do another eighteen holes—”

Rafe can’t even contain his disgust—wincing, brows pinched tight, nostrils flared with a side eye dripping with judgment.

“We’re not inviting you, Cameron. Calm the fuck down,” he blurts.

Ding! Rafe’s hand moves, diving for his pocket like someone challenged him to a goddamn duel.

Kelce drops the head of his putter against the grass, shaking his head judgmentally. Rafe rolls his eyes, unlocking his phone without a shred of shame.

“You’ve got a problem,” Topper says.

“A legitimate fucking problem,” Kelce adds.

“I can’t help that neither of you like your wives,” Rafe mutters and both of their mouths hang open in disgust. “Whatever,” he says, sounding so genuinely unbothered. ‘Cause he is.

Then he looks down at the screen and suddenly nothing else matters.

You’re stretched out across one of the lounge chairs beside the pool with a book propped open. The afternoon sun reflects off your skin. The book covers half your face, but that isn’t helping him concentrate because the rest of you is impossible to miss—the soft swells of your breasts pressed against the pool chair, the curve of your ass, just a taste of your thighs. Your feet are crossed, the little anklet he bought you glittering in the North Carolina sun.

“Look at him,” Topper says, nudging Kelce with his elbow.

“Not a single thought in that head,” Kelce adds as he steps forward and rests his putter behind the ball, taking his time while he studies the break.

The green goes quiet for a second while everybody waits for him to hit it. Before he can even pull the putter back, Rafe steps directly into his line and sinks his putt without hesitation.

Topper starts barking out a laugh and Kelce stares at him in complete disbelief as his ball rolls toward the hole. “You are such a prick,” Kelce says.

“We’re done.”

“We are absolutely not done.”

“This feels done,” Rafe answers, bending down to grab his ball, starting toward the flag before the argument is even over, Kelce’s ball still rolling toward the cup.

“You’re unbelievable, Cameron—”

Rafe cuts off Kelce’s critique, kicking the ball, sending it careening away. “It was gonna hook left anyway,” Rafe says over his shoulder, digging his keys out of his pocket, heading toward the parking lot as the two bitch behind him. “You two suck at golf, by the way,” Rafe calls back.

“Fuck you, Rafe,” Kelce laughs weakly, walking toward his ball.

“Short game’s terrible.”

“Rafe!” Topper calls but he flicks him off in response.

“Don’t even get me started on you, Top. You read greens like an eighty-year-old man with cataracts, fucking useless.”

“Jesus Christ,” Topper gasps.

Rafe doesn’t even bother organizing his clubs when he reaches the parking lot. He yanks them out of the cart, tosses the entire bag into the trunk with absolutely no regard for the thousands of dollars’ worth of equipment inside.

He jogs around the side of the car, yanks the driver’s door open, and practically falls into the seat before firing the engine to life.

Gravel spits behind him as he throws the car into reverse, backing out of the spot in one smooth movement before shifting into drive.

The second he hits the main road, he grabs his phone and calls. His thumbs drum against the steering wheel as the summer wind whips through the car, his pulse hammering, still racing from that power walk to his car.

“Hey, baby,” your voice fills his car and he softens in his seat, hands wrapping a little tighter around the wheel as he smiles.

“Hey pretty,” he hums.

His voice is softer now, gravelly from talking all day and sweeter than it has any right to be considering the way he’d been speaking to Topper and Kelce five minutes ago.

If you’d been standing on that green listening to him threaten both of them, you’d absolutely have something to say about it. He already knows exactly what you’d tell him too. Be nice. Stop being grumpy. They’re your friends. The problem is that he doesn’t care about any of that right now.

“Where are you?” You ask curiously, and he can hear in your voice that you know he dipped out of there sooner than he should have.

“Just left.”

“You just left?” You giggle.

“Mhmm...” Your voice comes through the speakers and instantly makes him feel better than the entire golf outing did.

Traffic slows for a red light and the drumming starts again as he waits for it to change.

“You weren’t gonna get a drink or something?” You ask. “Relax?”

“Absolutely not.”

The answer comes so fast that you start laughing again. The corner of his mouth twitches as he shifts in his seat. “They were stayin’ to practice puttin’, baby.”

“Really?” You ask, not convinced in the slightest.

“Yeah. Their—uhhh… Their short games suck.”

“Gotcha.”

“I’m serious.”

“I’m sure you are.”

“They’re fuckin’ terrible, baby. That was a long-ass day,” he grumbles and you giggle. He leans back against the headrest as he lets the moment breathe for a minute. “Kids been easy on you today?”

“Actually, yeah.”

“Yeah?”

“Just laying by the pool,” you say.

“Sounds rough.”

“Fuckin’ terrible, baby,” you echo his words back to him and he smiles. “They’re actually at Wheezie’s.”

The car accelerates, completely subconscious on his part, but you hear it loud and clear. Rafe’s eyes flick briefly toward the speedometer while a grin starts pulling at the corner of his mouth. “Oh yeah?”

“Rafe Cameron, slow down.”

The grin only gets worse, sinking a little lower in the driver’s seat, as one hand falls to the shift stick.

“I’m goin’ slow, baby.”

“You are not,” you answer. “You accelerated the second I said the kids weren’t home.”

“Did I?” You can practically hear the grin in his voice now as he weaves through traffic. “So.”

You start laughing, knowing exactly where he’s going to go with this. “Winnie’s in Charleston with Jackson.”

“Got it. And Max?” He asks eagerly.

“He left like an hour ago.”

“On the boat?” He asks, knowing that’s an all-day affair.

“Mhmm…”

Rafe’s laugh rumbles through the phone. “Interesting,” he says.

“Interesting?” You laugh and sigh sweetly.

“Sounds like I get you to myself all day?”

“Sounds like it.”

By the time he turns into the neighborhood, he’s grinning so hard his cheeks hurt. The gates open and he barely slows down as he pulls through them, already spotting flashes of blue water between the houses.

“You’re almost here, aren’t you?”

“Absolutely,” he hums. “See you outside, baby.”

The second he turns into the driveway, the car barely has time to rest before he’s throwing it into park, killing the engine.

The garage door rumbles overhead and he doesn’t wait, ducking underneath it before it can open all the way. His shirt’s halfway over his head before he even reaches the mudroom. By the time he steps inside, he’s carrying the polo in one hand, snagging his swim trunks from the laundry room with the other.

He stumbles slightly, kicking off his golf shoes without ever breaking stride. Future Rafe can deal with that problem. Present Rafe has more important things to do.

His golf shorts are already undone by the time he reaches the hallway. He steps out of them, steps into the swim trunks, and keeps walking without stopping once to grab his hat, tugging it on before he flicks it to the back.

Now he’s finally home and the only thing he cares about is the backyard door sitting at the end of the room. He reaches it a few seconds later and quickly slows down, dragging the glass door open.

And that last bit of tension breezes out of him, because there you are.

You’re curled up in a chair with a book open in your hands, completely unaware that he’s standing there.

He admires you for a moment—one leg crossed over the other while sunlight dances across the pool behind you. He soaks in the scene he’d spent eighteen holes waiting to get home to.

Then a sharp whistle rips through his lips.

Your head lifts at the sound.

The book lowers into your lap and a smile breaks across your face so fast it makes something in his chest tighten.

You start to uncross your legs, already leaning forward like you’re about to stand, but he points at you.

“Nah, baby,” he says. “Stay right there. I’m comin’.”

You laugh under your breath and fall back against the chair.

The cushions dip beneath his weight as he climbs on top of you. One hand braces against the armrest while the other finds your thigh, his broad palm sliding higher as he guides you closer.

“Miss me?” He asks. Rafe’s smile tugs a little wider when you whisper yes, his thumb brushing absentmindedly against your thigh.

He slides a hand along your side, guiding you onto his lap as one arm wraps around your waist, pulling you tight against his chest while the other lifts to cup your cheek.

“Goddamn, I missed you. Don’t make me do that shit again,” he mutters, shaking his head once before leaning back enough to look at you properly. “M’not home enough for that.”

“Okay, baby,” you laugh.

“I mean it.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Don’t try to charm me after that, pretty. That was hell.” He leans in first this time, forehead brushing yours for a second before his lips find yours. “I love you,” he murmurs.

Your hand presses against his chest, nails scratching lightly down sun-warmed skin. He pushes the cup of your bikini to the side, wrapping his lips around your skin while his other hand drifts between your thighs.

“Out here?” You ask with a laugh.

“We’re all alone, baby. Why not?” His lips brush yours again before trailing along your jaw. “We can go inside too—”

“Right here,” you whisper.

“That’s what I thought,” he hums. “Who’s my girl, huh?”

You smile, fingers hooking beneath the waistband of his swim trunks. “I’m your girl.”

“Mhmm.” His thumb drifts along your collarbones to your shoulders, nudging one strap down before the other. “You’re my fuckin’ girl.” The words come out rough enough to pull a smile from you.

You reach up and untie the small bow holding your swimsuit top together. The fabric slips loose between you.

Rafe’s eyes drop as you toss it away. “Jesus Christ, baby.” A low groan slips out of him as he tips his forehead against yours for a second, hands lifting to squeeze your tits in his big palms as his mouth finds yours again.

You glance down briefly, catching his swim trunks sitting low on his hips from where you’d been tugging at them, bunched slightly against his muscular thighs, the fabric stretched tight across them.

“Take these off,” you whisper, the words barely leaving your lips before he slides down in his seat, tugging down his shorts with him, his heavy cock smacking against his toned stomach with a snap, his eyes locked on your body.

His hands squeeze your hips, digging in as he drags your clothed pussy on top of him, head pressing back into the chair. The sun beats down on your skin. A thin line of sweat catching his chain before it rolls in a lazy train down his chest.

“They said I got a problem,” he mumbles through a smirk, his jaw tightening as you keep moving against him, the heat of your body bleeding through the fabric of your swimsuit, finally snapping whatever patience he had left.

“Yeah, baby?”

“You see any problems here?” He asks breathlessly as he reaches for the bows at your hip, tugging them free, yanking away the rest of the fabric in a hurry as his hands close around you again.

He blows out a breath like he’s finally gotten rid of the last thing standing between him and what he wants, his hand diving between your thighs.

His fingers press inside and he gasps, working you with his hand as you rest on his chest, feeling his heart bang underneath, his muscles flexing with each push of his hand.

“Just jealous they don’t have a woman like you?” He hums as he pulls his hand away just long enough to drag you in.

Rafe’s lidded eyes connect with yours, lips falling open with his as he pulls you down on him. You grip his shoulders, hands trembling as a deep groan thunders in his chest, feeling your wetness wrap around him tight.

“Fuck, me,” he mutters under his breath, dragging you closer, smiling against your lips before capturing your mouth in a tender kiss.

“Oh my god,” you whine.

“Pussy’s so perfect.”

His eyes lift to yours in a lust-ridden daze, muscles flexing as he works you over on his length. You bounce on his lap, wet slaps of sweat and slick filling with air around you mixing with your soft whimpers and his deep groans.

You grip the arm rests, circling your hips and he throws his head against the back of the chair to get a better look, his eyes drifting between your face and the bounce of your tits, falling to his lap where your pussy swallows him up each time you sink down.

His legs spread a little wider, feet resting on the ground, hips pitching to fuck up into your soaked hole. Your head throws back as you rise on your knees, letting him hit that perfect spot, the knot in your belly tightening, your body impossibly hot.

“Rafe,” you moan.

“Yeah?” He asks, and you can hear the satisfaction in his voice. “Been playin’ this shit over and over in my mind, pretty. Let me have it.”

You cry out as he pounds your pussy with his thick dick. Your thighs tremble uncontrollably, as your pussy flutters around him. He looks up at you in a haze, lips parted, brows softening as your release wets his lap and thighs.

“Oh shit, that's my girl… That’s my baby,” he praises, making you gasp when he rolls you onto your back, not giving you a moment to breathe before he’s on you again.

He looks down at you with a smile, adjusting his hat, staring at the wet mess between your thighs. “Why the fuck would I ever wanna leave you, huh?” He asks as he pushes your legs against your chest, hooking your ankles over his broad shoulders.

You whimper out a little breath as he taps his cock against your pussy, muscles jumping with each slap.

He pushes in slow, tilting closer to get as far as he can go, pressing a deep kiss to your trembling lips. “Gonna cum in your pussy,” he whispers, his voice breaking with pleasure. “M’so, so fuckin’ close.”

His face turns slightly, pressing a kiss to your ankle, right against the charm. His ab muscles clench as he rolls his lips, sweat sliding down his temple.

“I’m so deep,” he mumbles. You nod quickly, lip bitten between your teeth, hands gripping the arm rests tight.

“So fucking deep,” you whisper.

“Yeah?” He asks breathlessly. “Fuck me.”

He loses his rhythm, thrusts growing uneven as he snaps against your skin. His muscles quake, shoulders trembling, slamming into you in one heavy thrust.

His eyes pinch shut, head falling forward, cumming deep inside you with your name on his lips.

He lets your legs go but he doesn’t let you get far, snuggling into you again, kissing your forehead—then your nose and your lips.

“Goddamn,” he mumbles, lingering while your breathing slows together.

He sits down next to you, dragging you close, kissing you as he grabs your thigh, tugging it over the top of him—close not close enough.

“This,” he huffs out a deep breath through a smile, relaxing into the lounge chair. “This is what’s good for me.”

“Yeah?” You giggle, tilting your chin up for a kiss that he gladly steals. You rest your head on his shoulder, the warm summer breeze blowing against your skin, the soft music that you had playing while you were reading filling the space in between.

“You sent that picture to me on purpose,” he breathes.

A smile stretches on his lips when you don’t answer right away, the corner of his eyes crinkling as he smiles.

“Holy shit, you did? Didn’t you?” He asks, tilting his neck to look you in the eyes and you shrug and smile.

“Thought it would get you home quicker.”

His hand comes down heavy on your thigh as he dips in, brushing his nose against yours, chuckling deeply against your lips before he kisses you.

“That’s my girl.”

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“𝙣𝙤 𝙤𝙣𝙚’𝙨 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙚, 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪…”

𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: frat!Rafe Cameron x innocent Pogue!reader

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: dark, dubcon, unhinged inner monolog from rafe, misogynistic rhetoric, classist rhetoric (in the context of kooks, pogues etc), daddy kink, innocence kink, loss of virginity, smut (oral + p in v), oral (female receiving, fingering, MAJORR size kink, spanking, daddy issues, condescension, babying, dirty talk, swearing, very unbalanced power dynamic, which rafe gets off on, slut-shaming, derogatory name calling, manipulation, college au, reader is a freshman and rafe is a senior, 18+ only, mdni

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: Rafe bets his friends he can fuck you in one week.

𝘼/𝙉: It's here! The full fic. Word count: 23k. Please let me know what you think - reblogs and feedback mean the world to me. Read the warnings before you read, and enjoy!

“Her.”

Rafe looks over at the Pogue girl Topper’s nodding at and smirks. “Been there, done that. Pick a different one.”

Topper scoffs, “She literally moved here last week.” 

“And?”

“OK… What about her?” He brazenly points at a leggy blonde that stands out in her group of Pogues.

“Last weekend at the beach party you threw. She gives good head.” 

“Jesus Christ dude, is there anyone left??” 

Rafe chuckles, leaning back and stretching his legs out while his friends stare at him in disbelief. He sometimes wonders if they know how stupid they look. Like followers. His followers. Hanging on to his every word, oohing and aahing at whatever he did. Making him feel like he was a God among men. Which he may as well be, considering that’s how most people at this college looked at him. 

That’s why he loved fucking the Pogue girls. Almost exclusively. There was something about the power imbalance. Most of them came from poor families, looked at Rafe like he was a God. It didn’t take much for them to spread their legs for him, impressed by his power, turned on by his wealth. Hell, even the Kook girls were the same. But Rafe hardly ever took them home. They were spoiled sluts who hung around the country club wasting their lives and spending their daddies” money. Yeah, they didn’t pique his interest at all. Not as much as the Pogue girls who worked at the country club. In their little housekeeping outfits, deliberately teasing him in the hopes he’d take one of them home.

Yeah. It was safe to say Rafe Cameron had a type.

“Well, what about that one?” 

Rafe rolls his eyes, about to say that yes, he had indeed fucked whatever girl Topper was pointing at this time. Because he’d fucked all of them. Because of who he was. Because of what he was capable of. Because of the family he came from. Because of what being a mere notch on Rafe Cameron’s bedpost meant to every single slut he’d ran through. 

Except he doesn’t. Because Topper is pointing at you. And he’s never seen you before in his life.

You look so out of place, despite the fact you’re with a group of Pogues. And he knows you’re a Pogue. Like a shark with blood and a predator with its prey, he can always tell. And yet you stand awkwardly on the outskirts of the group, smiling yet not quite participating in whatever conversation is going on. You push your glasses up, straighten your skirt, pretend to look for something in your book bag. You’re shy. Self-conscious. Insecure. Rafe smiles.

“Who is she?”

“Aha! You haven’t slept with her!” Topper cheers like he’s won the fucking lottery. Sometimes Rafe wonders why he’s friends with him.

“Who is she?” He repeats like he hasn’t even heard him.

“She’s the new chick,” Kelce says, “except she’s not exactly new in town.”

“I heard she was home-schooled,” Topper snickers, “That’s why she’s fucking weird and has no friends. Even the Pogues don’t want her.”

Rafe observes you some more. Watches the bright smile on your face, how you try to chime in to whatever conversation the girls around you are having. They nod at you politely yet dismissively. They’re not your friends. As Topper said, you don’t have any. 

Insecure. Weak. Vulnerable. 

He licks his lips.

“How long?”

“Huh?”

He runs a hand through his hair impatiently, “How long do you wanna bet it takes me to get her into bed?” He nods in your direction.

Topper raises an eyebrow.

“You can’t be serious, man. She looks like she doesn’t even know what sex means.”

Kelce laughs, “She looks like she can’t even say it. Like she spells it out every time, s-e-x.”

They’re right. You look very innocent, but all that does is incense him. Rafe’s used to easy sluts who spread their legs after one drink or a ride on his motorbike. But you. He can tell you’d be harder to crack. But there’s something so fucking hot about how naive you look. How shy and sweet you are. How ruined he could leave you. Splayed out on his bike, legs quivering, all sweaty limbs and shy pants after he’s done having his way with you—

“How long?” He repeats, not in the mood to waste time and already getting hard picturing innocent little you with your tiny skirt flipped up and his head buried between those soft thighs, your sweet little confused cries because no one’s ever touched you like that, and— 

“A week.” 

“Mm?”

“A week to fuck her. With proof.” 

Rafe stands up and stretches, licking his lips as he watches you retreat to a small bench, getting your little book out and burying your nose in it. 

“That’s too easy. What do I get when I do it?”

“If you do it, you can decide what you get then. But as I said before, we’d need proof.” Kelce says.

“Yeah, proof,” Topper echoes, a glint in his eye as he looks over at you, “Pictures.”

Rafe shrugs, already kind of bored, “Sure.” He’d taken plenty of pictures of his conquests in the past. Him and his boys had a group chat where they shared that kind of shit. And the idea of taking pictures of you in such a vulnerable position gets him harder than anything. Sweet little freshman baby fucked dumb by the big bad senior, posing for pictures afterwards all teary-eyed but submissive. They all got submissive for him, even after he was done using them.

You flip a page, completely engrossed in your book and looking every bit the naive baby he’s imagining you as. A little lamb who has no idea she was in the presence of a fucking lion. And he bets you’re a virgin. Homeschooled with no friends? Forget virgin, you probably haven’t even had your first kiss. And that gets him so fucking horny, right there in the middle of the campus courtyard. The idea that you’re so pure, so untouched. So happy, so unassuming. A little fucking baby.

He’d have fun ruining you.

***

“You sure do love reading, don’t you?” 

It’s the following day when Rafe finds you sitting by yourself in the corner of the library, with nothing but your book to keep you company.

You jump like a little mouse, pushing your glasses up your nose and gulping up at him, fear briefly flitting across your face before you force a small smile. And he likes his girls jumpy, he likes them slightly afraid of him. He knows he has that effect on people in general, but he wonders who’s told you about him.

“Sorry, were you — uh — were you talking to me?”

Rafe smirks, “Yes. Who else would I be talking to?”

“Oh, uh, I’m not sure…”

“It was a rhetorical question.”

“Oh, of course,” you look embarrassed, and he watches you squirm under his gaze for a good few seconds. “I… um…” 

“You find books more interesting than people?”

“Huh?”

He chuckles, pulling up a chair next to you, noting how your eyes widen as he takes a seat, “Why are you always reading?”

“I don’t know, I guess I just like to read,” you shrug. 

“You sure do.” He wonders if he could get you to read your precious book out loud while he went down on you, licked your virgin cunt while you cried because it felt too good. And then he’d spank you if you stopped or messed up a word, and like a stupid dumb fucking baby, you’d sniffle and wail through each paragraph, hold back your moans while he went to town on your little pussy till you wet yourself, and he’d suck your—

“Are you making fun of me?”

You pose the question so innocently— hell, you practically whisper it, and it knocks Rafe straight out of his daydream to find you blinking up at him with Bambi eyes. 

“What?”

You bite your lip, “I’m sorry, it’s just that I’m not so good at understanding if someone’s joking or not. I’m not… uh… I’m not used to being around so many people, and it makes me nervous and I can’t tell if someone’s being genuine or if they’re making fun of me.” 

“You were homeschooled, huh?” Rafe stares at you intently, noting how you play with your hair nervously, and your fingers tap against the hard cover of your book. How you can barely make eye contact with him for longer than a few seconds. 

“Yes. My mom taught me and my older brothers.”

Rafe nods, taking his time to answer. He looks at you some more, enjoying how it makes you uncomfortable. You fidget nervously, and it amuses him every time you peek up to meet his gaze before a look of alarm crosses your face and you divert your eyes down to your book once more. 

“You’re a shy little thing, aren’t you?” He says finally, chuckling at the embarrassed look on your face.

“I… I guess. I do want to make friends but it’s pretty overwhelming.”

“I’ll be your friend.” 

He does a good job of hiding his predatory, wolfish smile. And he wonders if you can see the glint in his eye as he mentally undresses you. You look so small and weak, especially compared to him. Gullible too. Too innocent for your own good, the way you gape up at him as if he’s offered you gold on a platter. It makes him want to stroke your soft cheek, pat it and tell you what a good little girl you are. For being so naive. 

You shake your head as if trying to straighten out your thoughts. He can tell, he has that effect on women too. 

“Oh, you don’t have to, I uh—”

“Rafe Cameron?! In the library?!” An annoying, high-pitched voice shrieks, making you jump as it cuts you off mid-sentence.

It’s a kook girl. A cheerleader. Rafe can’t be fucked to remember her name but he’s sure he’s hooked up with her. She’s one of those ones, the ones that hang out at the country club and try to catch his eye. One of the desperate sluts who thinks if she spreads her legs enough times for him, that he’ll make her his girlfriend or some stupid shit like that. 

“Rafe, what are you doing here?” The cheerleader sidles up to him, her hand on his chest and batting her lashes in his direction in some pathetic form of seduction. She ignores you, and you shrink into yourself, hastily burying your face in your book.

“What do you want?” He asks, not quite as interested in her answer as he is in continuing to stare at you. How you try to act like you don’t care, but he knows you’re hurt from being ignored, from being treated like you’re invisible.

“Nothing. Just wondering what you’re up to.” But she flashes him her fuck me eyes, her nails scraping suggestively against his chest. Rafe yawns, considering it. He has time before his next class (not that he could be fucked to turn up to class half the time) and his dick’s hard from talking to you. And since you probably don’t even know what the word blowjob means… 

“Go in there,” he nods at one of the private study rooms in the far end of the library, and the fucking slut nearly trips as she scrambles to obey him. Rafe takes his time, stretching his legs before slowly getting up.

You peek up from your book, “Are you guys gonna go study in there?” 

He could’ve bust a nut then and there from how fucking innocent you sound. Batting your little eyelashes at him like you’re trying to seduce him without even realising it. He knows he’ll be thinking about you, weepy and on your knees, while the kook girl blows him. Fuck, and if he plays his cards right, he’d have you by the end of the week. And he always plays his cards right. 

“You could call it studying.”

You nod, “OK, well, goodbye then.” You look back down at your book, but risk a glance up at him again, which he finds very amusing. 

“What’s your name, homeschool?” 

You tell him.

He sounds it out, before shooting you one last smile, “Well, I’ll see you soon. Won’t I?”

You give him a puzzled look, but it’s replaced by your usual wide-eyed Bambi stare when he pats your hand, his thumb lingering, stroking your skin. He wonders if you’ve ever even touched someone of the opposite sex before. Judging by how your breath hitches softly, he doubts it. 

Fuck. He can’t wait to ruin you. Play the slow game and enjoy that sweet virgin snatch before any other man ever could. 

That’s what he’s thinking of when he’s got the cheerleader on her knees in front of him. That sweet little look on your face, the look of curiosity mixed with shyness and that little hint of indignation. Fuck, he wants to ruin you. And he would. With proof.

***

Day two. Rafe finds you walking down the hallway, your books clutched to your chest and eyes trained to the floor. Cutest little skirt making your perky ass pop, winking at him enticingly with every step as if you’re deliberately seducing him. Makes him want to slap your cute little ass, reprimand you for teasing him and half the men on campus without even realising it. He wonders what you’d say if he just did it. Spanked you in front of everyone. You’d probably start blubbering like a little baby. He has to forcibly stop picturing it before he gets uncomfortably hard.

You’re alone. As usual.

“Hey, homeschool,” he falls into step beside you, eyebrow raising in amusement when you don’t slow down nor look at him.

“Oh, h-hello, Rafe.” 

“What’re you up to today?” 

“Nothing, just going to my next lecture.”

He grabs your wrist, watching as your breath hitches, and yet you still don’t look at him. Damn, what had gotten Bambi so scared?

“You’ve got time to talk to me, don’t you?” He asks, but it’s not really a question. And you know it, judging by how you swallow harshly.

“I’m so sorry, I don’t want to be late—” You attempt to tug your little hand out of his grasp but you’re so small and weak that it barely has any effect. 

“C’mon, homeschool. That’s no way to treat your one and only friend.”

He’s walks you into a corner, and he likes how you gape at the wall before turning and looking up at him. He’s so much taller than you, bigger than you in every single way. 

“Rafe, I…” you sigh, shifting from one foot to the other, “My friends said some things…”

“Friends?” You don’t have any.

“Some of the girls I know. They saw us talking yesterday at the library and they…” you sigh, “They said you were probably just playing a joke on me.”

Fuckin’ jealous pogue bitches. 

“Oh yeah?”

“Yes. They said there’s no way you’d talk to me for any other reason apart from as a joke. And they…” you bite your lip, looking so cutely distraught and it goes straight to his dick. “They said some other things… about you.” 

Of course they fuckin’ did. Always talking behind his back, but never to his goddamned face. Nothing but a bunch of jealous, gold-digging whores.

He doesn’t say anything, just merely looks at you as if he expects you to tell him. And he knows you will. You’re too innocent to keep secrets.

“They said that you… that you’re scary sometimes.”

Rafe remains impassive, waiting for you to continue. 

“That you… that you pick on a lot of us Pogues. E-Especially the boys. That you and your friends bully them.”

He snorts. Bully. What a juvenile word. Sure, he pushed the dipshit Pogues around here and there. They deserved it for all the trouble they ran around town causing, disrupting the natural order of shit. And he could fuck their girls better than they ever could. Especially that fuckin’ idiot JJ Maybank…

“They also said that… never mind.” Again, you try to tug away from him but to no avail.

“Tell me.” He likes how you struggle under his scrutinising gaze.

“It’s… it’s not appropriate.”

“Say it. Now.” 

You lower your voice, “They said you like to use the girls. The pogue girls. Th-That you have a kink for them.” 

The scandalous words have hardly left your mouth before you duck your head down as if embarrassed. God, you were so fucking innocent. Rafe wonders how he should play this. 

“Huh. Is that so?”

“Y-Yeah. One of the girls I talk to… She said that you…” you swallow, biting your lip, “that you’ve been with her and all her friends too. That you tell them all the same thing but it’s always a lie and you just end up using them.”

Rafe nods, “Hmm.”

“I’m sorry, Rafe, but I don’t think we should—“

“That’s funny. I thought you were smart. You know, with all your books and the glasses and shit.”

You blink, “What?”

He shrugs, “I didn’t think you’d go ahead and pass judgement on someone without even getting to know them first.”

“It’s not that–”

“I mean, here I am, wanting to be friends with you. And I’ve been nothin’ but nice, haven’t I?”

He’s still got you backed into a corner, and he watches as you flinch when he emphasises his words. He knows people get intimidated by his intensity, but there’s nothing he hates more than people talking shit behind his back. Especially low-life Pogues. And he likes how scared you look right now, pouty lips all downturned and alarm in your eyes.

“I asked you a question, homeschool.”

“Yes, you’ve been nothing but nice! It’s just, I heard all these things, and–”

“And you chose to believe them.” He steps back abruptly, “I’ll see you around, I guess.”

He walks away, about to count to three in his head but you beat the count before he can even begin.

“Rafe, wait! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to judge you.”

He stops, allows you to catch up.

“You’re right, I…I shouldn’t listen to other people.”

“You shouldn’t.” Rafe agrees, easily taking your heavy textbooks from where you’ve been balancing them in your arms. You gape, but he just continues smoothly: “Where’s your next class?”

You tell him, “But you don’t have to walk with me or anything–”

“I’m your friend, homeschool. That’s what friends do.”

*

Day 3. You’re eating your lunch on a bench outside all by yourself. Rafe’s heading to his car with his friends. They usually cut classes most days to hit the beach or the country club. Rafe doesn’t see the point of college anyways, not when he was poised to inherit all of his father’s businesses, money and property. And with the ideas he had, he’d expand tenfold on whatever Ward was doing now, make a shit ton more money than his old man ever did. That would show him…

 ”How’s the bet coming along, Rafe?” Topper asks.

“Wait till the end of the week.” Is all Rafe says. He doesn’t need to give progress reports to his dumb fuck ass follower friends.

“That means he’s nowhere near cracking that virgin pussy.” Kelce chuckles. “No worries, brother. She looks like she’s got a stick up her ass anyways. Not loose like the rest of the Pogue whores.”

He ignores them as they laugh. But they’re right. You’re not like the rest of the Pogue girls. They’d grown up wild, promiscuous, loose. Trained to catch the attention of a rich Kook like himself, filled with self-serving motivations to marry into money. But he can already tell you’re different. With your cute little outfits and respectful, quiet demeanour. You look like you’d fit in where he was from.

Too bad he was only going to fuck you before discarding you like he did the rest of them.

“I’ll catch you guys later.” He says, making a beeline for you.

“Hey,” he chucks you under the chin, smirking when you jump.

“Oh, hey Rafe.” You look beyond his shoulder, “Your friends are all leaving.”

“Yeah. The waves are good this time of day.”

You gape, “But don’t you have classes?”

He takes a seat next to you, making sure to stretch out while you shrink into yourself. Still so nervous around him. He snickers, “You gonna tell on us?”

You look aghast, “No! I would never–”

“I’m just kidding, homeschool.”

“Oh,” you look embarrassed, “Sorry. Sometimes I–”

“Can’t tell if someone’s joking or not,” Rafe completes, “I remember. I’ll be more straight up with you.”

You nod, and he can tell you’re trying to think of something else to say. But you’re too nervous, too awkward. And so you just bury your head in your book again, all while he watches you. You’ve got a bottle of apple juice and a half-eaten sandwich of some kind on the table next to you. Cut up into little triangles. He bets you’ve done it yourself. Fuckin’ cute.

“You dress cute.” He says, and again, widened Bambi eyes stare up at him. He chuckles, “You know, the little skirts and plaid and shit. It’s cute.”

“Thank you.”

“You do it on purpose?” He can’t help but ask, because he wonders if a part of you knows what you’re doing. Knows you’re dressing like a sexy little angel out of his wettest dreams. All little and cute and innocent, so much smaller than him. Weak. All pastel and pretty, like you’d look so fucking sexy on the back of his bike. On his arm. On his dick.

“I don’t know what you mean by that,” you say, sounding every bit as innocent as you look. Damn, homeschool must’ve done a number on you. But he likes how sheltered you sound. It gets him so fucking hard, and a part of him almost feels sorry for how primed you are to be taken advantage of. “I wear my mom’s old clothes, or stuff I find in the charity shops.”

He’d had maids and housekeepers who shopped in places like that. He remembers him and his siblings giving them their old clothes once they’d grown out of them.

He nods, “You look pretty.”

Your breath hitches, and you really don’t know how to respond to that, because you slam your book shut and stand up, “I, uh, I have to go. I don’t want to be late for my next class.”

He watches you leave, distracted by your ass again but not enough to miss the little smile that quirks on your lips as you bid him farewell and walk away.

*

On day 4, Rafe walks up behind you in the busy hallway, pressing his huge hand on your lower back and pushing you into another secluded corner. He smirks when you squeak, but he likes how easily he can push you around because of how weak and small you are.

“Hey.” He told himself he’d take it slow (well, as slow as he could take it in the span of one week) and yet he can’t help but press into you a little bit. It’s innocuous enough, but your eyes widen as per usual, and the feel of your hot little body against his much larger one is enough to give him a boner. It’s how he could easily push you into an empty lecture hall and have his way with you if he so wanted to. Sure, you’d cry and resist at first, but they all gave in in the end. And if someone caught them, he’d pay them off.

Rafe Cameron owned the world. Nothing could stop him.

“Hello, Rafe.” You breathe, and he loves how his name sounds when you say it. He imagines you moaning it when he has you on his lap, pressing you down on his dick while you cry and whimper because it’s too much, it’s too big. But your greedy little virgin pussy would take every inch of his fat dick, and he’d do all the work, of course. You’d be too busy crying, and he’d bounce you up and down on his dick while you grabbed at his arms, his hair, his face. He’d tell you to scrape your nails down his back, leave a fucking mark or two so daddy could remember you.

“Come for a drive with me? I’ll buy you lunch.”

Despite your shyness, a fire flashes in your eyes, “I can buy my own lunch!”

He raises an eyebrow. As if on cue, you lower your gaze.

“Sorry, I mean… thank you for your offer, Rafe. But I can buy my own lunch.”

Surprisingly though, you agree to the drive. And he still has his hand pressed against your back, guiding you out to where his car’s parked. You ogle at it, probably never having seen anything as expensive. He wonders if your family even owns a car, or if you even know how to drive. It would be hot if you didn’t, it made you look even more helpless. In need of someone like him to protect you, take care of you. Someone powerful and wealthy like himself.

“Wow, I’ve never been on this side of the island before!” You say, oohing and aahing as you stare out the window. Rafe’s never seen anyone so easily excited by the neighbourhood he’d grown so used to. But he supposes the mansions, sports cars, country clubs and private beaches would be impressive to anyone who hadn’t grown up with easy access to all of that.

“No?”

“No, but my brother’s friend works there, I think.” You point to the vast golf course at the back end of one of the clubs. “He says the tips are really good.”

Rafe frowns. You were talking to other men? No, not you. You were too sweet, too innocent. He was sure he was the only man you spoke to. Or even if you were speaking to others, he doubts a golf caddy pathetically running after balls would be much competition. And yet, he bristles, wanting to change the subject.

“Do you have a job?” Rafe asks.

You shake your head, “No. I sometimes tutor some kids in the neighbourhood but nothing permanent. I’d love to have a part-time job with proper wages like the country club or library or something, but my family’s kind of protective of me.”

“Mm?” He’s deliberately being quiet, wanting to hear you talk, wanting to learn more about you.

“Yeah. That’s why I was homeschooled. My mom’s scared someone’s gonna take advantage of me.” You pause, before giggling, “It took a lot to convince her to let me apply for colleges, but I think she’s finally starting to see me as an adult who can make my own decisions and protect myself.”

The irony isn’t lost on Rafe, but he finds himself leaning closer. You have this way of talking, so soft and breathy, yet energetic and full of life at the same time. Like you’re a storybook character, like you’re someone out of this world. Like an angel dropped down from heaven and sent just for him. You’re his type to a tee. God, he wants to fuck you so bad.

“What would your mom say if she knew you were out with me?” His hand creeps up to rest on your knee. You’re wearing jeans, which he doesn’t approve of but he decides to give you a pass since it’s windy today.

You don’t notice his touch anyways; you’re too busy pondering over his question. But there’s a glint in your eye, “Sh-She wouldn’t approve. But that’s only ‘cause she doesn’t know you.”

The corner of his mouth twitches, his thumb rubbing circles against the denim of your jeans. “And you do?”

You swallow, finally realising he’s got his hand on you. Surprisingly, you don’t move. It’s almost like you’re frozen, those big fuck me Bambi eyes making a comeback, “Uh…I…We’re friends, aren’t we?”

He smirks, “Yeah. Friends.” His hand creeps up higher, stroking your thigh softly, wishing you were wearing one of your little skirts so he could feel your bare skin. But it’s thrilling anyways, touching your quivering body while you’re defenceless inside his car. He could lock the doors and have his way with you right now. Hell, people outside would get quite the show but it wouldn’t be the first time he’s fucked in public.

Poor little you. Losing your virginity in the front seat of his car. He’d drag you into his lap, bounce you up and down on his cock. But not before making you beg for it first. And you’d cry so fucking bad, because it would hurt. Because he’d promise he’d be gentle but he knows himself, he knows he’d lose control like he always did. Fuck you so goddamned hard, he’d have to lay you down in the backseat afterwards because you wouldn’t be able to stop shaking. Then drive you back to his house, carry you into his bed and have his way with you again. And again. And again.

“Rafe?”

“Yes?”

“You’re not hanging out with me because you feel sorry for me, are you?”

That grabs his attention, “Why would you think that?”

You shrug, “No reason. I just… Well, you have so many friends. I guess I don’t quite understand why you’re hanging out with me.”

“I like you.” He shifts even closer, his hand steadily stroking your leg while you remain stiff, “Do you like me?”

“H-Huh?”

“You heard me, homeschool.” And yet he knows you’re distracted by his fingers tracing shapes on your thigh. Not random shapes, though. It’s his initials. Over and over again. R.C., he wonders if you can tell.

“I, uh, y-ye–” You’re having trouble getting your words out, and it amuses him. He can see you visibly shaking, and he wonders if it’s out of fear or anticipation. Or both. He leans down, bringing his face close to yours.

“I didn’t quite get that.” He licks his lips at how weak and intimidated you look. “Say it again.”

It’s an order, and you clear your throat, shake your head as if to clear your thoughts.

“Yes,” you whisper, as if it’s something scandalous, “Y-Yes, I like you.”

He pulls back abruptly, leaving you gaping at him.

“Let’s get something to eat. I’m starving.”

He buys you a panini from a little artisan bakery, with a strawberry iced tea and a packet of chocolate hearts with a cherry cream filling. You protest at first, unzipping your bag to pay for yourself, but he’d sooner roll over and die than let a woman pay for anything.

“Toss me one,” he says, and you throw a little cherry-filled truffle at him. He catches it between his teeth, and your eyes light up, clearly impressed.

“Wow, that was cool!”

“C’mere, you’ve got a little something…” He grabs your chin gently, pulling you forward before rubbing his thumb against the side of your lip, wiping away a bit of chocolate. “Messy girl.”

Your breath hitches, but you stay still for him like a good little girl. His thumb lingers, and he wants to press it into your mouth, make you suck the chocolate off it. Then tell you he had something else for you to suck on. Push you down and make you warm his cock with your mouth while he drove you back to campus. One hand on the steering wheel, the other pressing your head down, making you take his big cock despite you whimpering and panicking because you can’t breathe.

He rubs your lower lip with his thumb for a moment before pulling away. You clear your throat, snapping out of whatever reverie you’ve been in, straighten up against the seat and put your seatbelt on. You still look like you’re in a daze, however, and he wonders if you’re wet from him wiping your face clean.

“I-uh-we should head back please, if that’s okay?” you say, voice slightly shaky as you avoid eye contact with him. “I don’t want to miss my afternoon class.”

He grins, “You a teacher’s pet?”

That makes you smile, and you shrug shyly. It almost enamours him.

He gets you back to campus on time, and you give him a little wave before you jump out of his car and walk inside. And god, it’s insane how hot you are. Even in your jeans, which have cute little embroidered flowers on the butt. Makes your ass look insane. Like it’s begging to be grabbed, smacked, fucked.

He breathes out heavily through his nose, slumping back against his seat. His dick is uncomfortably hard. God, you didn’t even realise how much you’d teased him tonight. Sitting tight and pretty in the passenger seat of his car, so quiet and pretty. So innocently impressed by Figure 8, and by him. How shy you’d been when you’d admitted that you liked him…

He gets his phone out, blindly texting one of the desperate girls on his phone. He needs a release. And he’d be thinking of you the whole time.

*

On day 5, Rafe tells you to give him your number. From his peripheral, he can see a bunch of Pogues whispering and watching while he takes your phone and puts his number in.

“Have your little friends been talking more shit about me?”

You flinch. He can’t help the intensity of his tone sometimes, and he’s noticed you never swear and, like a jumpy little mouse, probably feel intimidated when he does.

“No, I haven’t really spoken to them in a while.”

Rafe grins, “Yeah?”

“Yes. I’ve been busy with schoolwork.”

He saves his number on your phone before pressing it into your back pocket for you. You gape, eyes darting around to see if anyone saw. He wonders just how prim and proper you are, and how quickly he could get you to come undone once he got you comfortable and behind closed doors.

“You’re not too busy to text me, right?”

You smile, looking down and fidgeting with your binder. He notices you’ve got little stickers on it, like cupcakes and hearts and shit. What a fuckin’ baby.

“Text you? I don’t really– I have to a test tomorrow that I need to study for.”

But he knows you’ll text him. They always did. You weren’t any different.

“What are you smiling at?” Kelce asks, pulling up beside him as Rafe watches you head into your next class.

Immediately, he straightens his face, “Nothing man.”

“You falling for that homeschool freak Pogue?”

He snorts, “You wish. I have standards.”

“You sure about that?”

He whips his head sharply to stare down at his friend, “You want me to repeat myself?”

Rafe doesn’t miss the flicker of fear in Kelce’s eyes. They’d never admit it, but he knows his friends are afraid of him. Of his mood swings, his unpredictability. He doesn’t care. In fact, he prefers it this way. They weren’t like him, they were weak-minded, beneath him. He kept them around because of semantics, because of who their parents were and who his dad was. And because they proved to be minorly useful sometimes when he needed help to get shit done.

All the girls he’d been with had been afraid of him too. When he fucked them, he often lost control. But it turned him on, how they’d swallow their fear in case they offended him, or set him off. Once, he’d fucked a girl who just wouldn’t stop shaking. Sure, he’d showed her his gun right before he’d bent her over, but it was her problem if she was frightened by something as mundane as that.

You weren’t scared of him. Yet. Intimidated, sure. But he’d kept that side of him well under wraps when it came to you. You were too sweet, too pure. And you were a good girl, incapable of crossing him in any form. He didn’t have to scare you to get what he wanted from you. No, you’d give it to him, like the good little girl you were. Naïve, innocent little girl.

*

Rafe: Hey.

Y/N: Hi, Rafe. How are you?

He finds himself smiling at his screen. There’s a party going on downstairs, but Rafe couldn’t care less. It’s the same thing every other night. His friends showing up at his house and bringing along a whole entourage of people he doesn’t give a fuck about. Sarah used to do it a lot before she moved out, invite her fuck ass Pogue friend group into his house as if they were ever welcome there.

Rafe didn’t want any Pogues inside his house. Unless they were girls that he intended to sleep with. But he appreciated it when they showed themselves out once he was done using them.

Rafe: What are you up to?

A minute passes by, then another one. Fuck, he hates that you’re making him wait. What a fuckin’ tease. He wonders for the hundredth time if you’re doing it on purpose. No, not you. You’re too innocent.

Y/N: Nothing, I just finished cleaning my room. Wbu?

It’s insane how the visual of that gets his dick hard in less than a second. The thought of you doing something as domestic as cleaning. The good little college girl, who went home straight after school and spent her evenings dusting and vacuuming or whatever it was that cleaning entailed. Unlike the Kook sluts his friends were probably fucking downstairs. They were pathetic party girls who’d easily spread their legs for a line or two.

He calls you, losing patience with this texting bullshit. He runs a hand through his hair impatiently when you don’t immediately pick up, huffing and gulping down the remaining whiskey in his glass. Slamming it down on his desk when you still don’t pick up. Fucking tease. He grabs a baggie from one of the drawers, prepares a neat line; despite promising himself he wouldn’t do it tonight. Fuck that. Ten seconds have passed; you still haven’t picked up. He snorts it quickly, about to throw his phone out the fucking window, except you choose that moment to pick up.

“H-Hello?”

“Hi,” he sounds slightly breathless, but who the fuck cared. He refills his glass with more whiskey, taking a sip to calm himself down. “Took your time to pick up, huh?”

“Yeah, sorry about that,” you say hastily, “I got distracted.”

He feels a sudden surge of jealousy so violent, he doesn’t know how to act for a moment. Distracted by fucking what?

“The lights went out, so I had to go reset them,” you explain, and he barks out a laugh. Jesus fucking Christ.

“Y-You sound kinda breathless, Rafe,” you say, “Is everything okay?”

“Why wouldn’t it be okay?” He downs his drink and sets it aside before his hand slips down. God, you sound so hot. All breathy and innocent, even just over the phone. “Tell me what you were doing.”

A pause, and then you force out a chuckle, “I told you, I just finished cleaning.”

“What like vacuuming and shit?”

“Yes.”

Over the years, Rafe had slept with a number of maids Ward had hired on multiple occasions. He’d fucked Wheezie’s babysitter a few years ago, the housekeeper too. His father had a knack for hiring hot Pogue girls, and maybe that’s where Rafe’s kink for them started.

He could imagine you working for him – he’d make you wear the sexiest little barely-there maid outfit. You wouldn’t question it because you were too innocent. With your little feather duster, trying to clean except you’d be too small to reach certain areas. Fuck, he wouldn’t last five seconds in the same room as you. And he wouldn’t have to because you’d be his hired help, his property. He’d have you bent over his desk, fuck you so hard till you couldn’t stop shaking, till you were crying like a baby and apologising for not focusing on cleaning all while he carried you up to his bedroom. Locked you up in there so nobody else could see you. His girl. All his.

“Uh, Rafe?”

“I wanted to talk to you,” he says.

A pause.

“Really?” You clear your throat, “Where are you? I can hear music.”

“Shit, yeah. Like, there’s a party or whatever going on downstairs. My friends came over unannounced.”

“Oh.” He can sense a level of dejection in your tone. He bets you’re thinking about it, thinking how it’s just a reminder that he has his own group of Kook friends. And you’d never be one of them. You’d never truly fit in. You were either one or the other. Hell, Sarah had proven that when she’d transitioned into the slums. But maybe there was a way to bring you into his world, a way that would stick.

He has to forcibly shake his head to remind himself you’re just part of a stupid bet.

“I’d rather speak to you than them.”

 “That’s not true, Rafe.”

“I like how you say my name.” He’s palming his dick now, knowing he’s treading over the line and could easily scare you off now if he’s not careful. But fuck being careful. He’s never really been careful before in his life. He hasn’t had to be. “An’ I’m serious. I told you, I like you.”

“Rafe, I… I just can’t shake the feeling that–”

“That what?” He spits into his palm before resuming touching himself. And shit, he doesn’t know if it’s the drugs or if it’s really just the sound of your voice that’s got him so goddamned horny. He wonders if you’ve ever touched yourself before. If you even knew how to.

“That you’re just playing a big joke on me. I mean, even the people from the Cut think I’m this weird, homeschooled freak.” You laugh, but he can tell you don’t find it funny, “It’s just hard to believe that you’d want to be my friend.”

“They think I’m a freak too,” he says, being honest for once. “Only difference is they don’t talk shit about me because they know I’d kill them.”

“You’re funny, Rafe.”

You’re too innocent to realise he’s not kidding. Not in the least.

“And if anyone says anything about you, I’ll kill them too. I’m serious.” Fuck, he feels like his dick’s gonna goddamn explode. The thought of protecting you like that, like he was responsible for you. Like you were all cute and helpless and he was the one taking care of shit, the one protecting you. That’s all he’s done his whole life, take care of shit and get shit done. And nobody’s ever fucking appreciated him for it.

“Well, thank you, Rafe. I’ve never had anyone stick up for me like that.”

He likes how you keep saying his name now that he’s told you he likes it when you say it. Means you’d be real good at taking instructions. He can imagine telling you what to do when he finally has you in his bed. Order you to get on your hands and knees. Then he’d spread your cute little ass, eat you from the back while you moaned his name over and over, thanking him for taking care of you, weeping how much you appreciate him, how much he means to you. How much you need him.

“A-Are you still there?”

“Shit, yeah. Yeah, I am.” His dick’s red and painfully hard, and he’s still trying to pump it steadily but now he’s imagining your tight little virgin cunt wrapped around it. Soft like velvet, warm and wet. Pulsating around him. Never had even a finger up there but you’d take his big dick, because he owned you, because he was your protector, because you were too weak and helpless without him, and–

“Could you, uh, fuck, say my name again,” he orders you, not caring in the least if he scares you off.

“Rafe?”

He cums into his fist like a goddamned teenage boy, biting down to keep from making any noise. God fucking dammit, you’d listened again. What a good fucking girl. He wants to tell you that, tell you how good you were for him just now, how obedient and submissive you were without even realising it.

“If you’re busy, it’s okay and you can go,” you say softly.

“No, wait…” he clears this throat, grabbing a bunch of tissues from his desk. He can’t believe you hadn’t caught on to him jacking off. “I wanted to ask you something.”

“Yes?”

“Do you want to come over tomorrow? To hang out?”

“Like, uh, at your house?”

“Yeah.” He needs you in private, needs you on his turf where he can control just about everything. God, was it even about the bet anymore? Or just this newfound fucking irrevocable need to fuck you just for his own personal satisfaction? Maybe both.

“I don’t know, I’ve never been to a guy’s house before.”

That just makes him even more determined to be your first.

“C’mon, it’ll be fun. We can go after your classes finish or whatever, and I’ll drive you home afterwards.”

“Rafe…”

He shuts his eyes for a moment, savouring the sound of your voice. He wonders if he can get you to call him daddy. God fucking dammit, just the idea of that was getting him hard again.

“Look, we’ll order some food, watch TV. Whatever you want. It’ll be fun. And it’s what friends do.”

That last part gets to you. He can tell. He knows how badly you want to have friends. He knows you’ve never had any. Not good, permanent ones like you saw in movies and TV shows. Hell, Rafe’s not sure he himself has real friends. But he doesn’t care. The idea of friendship means nothing to him. He’s best when he’s on his own because nobody else could be trusted. But what is important is having a girl like you in his bed. A girl like you who looks up to him with shining eyes, like he’s your goddamned entire world. A girl he plucked up from poverty and saved, and you’d appreciate him more than anyone in his dumb fucking family ever did.

“Say yes,” he all but orders you, but he already knows the answer before you say it.

“O-Okay, yeah. Yes, that sounds like fun. I’d love to come.”

*

“What do you mean you’re not coming?” Topper frowns, crossing his arms over his chest, “You were supposed to bring the, you know…”

Rafe rolls his eyes, wondering why he’s friends with a fucking loser who can’t even say the word coke. That’s why nobody on the goddamned island wanted to sell to Topper. Hell, even Barry refused to.

“I have plans.” Rafe answers, checking his watch for the tenth time. Your final class of the day was due to end any minute now, and he couldn’t wait to get you into his house.

“What plans? You were gonna help me with Sarah tonight.” Topper was a whiny fucking bitch, but even Rafe had to admit he was a better fit for his sister than that lowlife John B.

“I’m not helping you with shit, man.” He mutters disinterestedly, although he had promised a few nights ago that he’d help him. He’d been high as a fucking kite, though. So it didn’t exactly count. “Look, she’ll get bored eventually when she realises his broke ass can’t provide shit for her. Then she’ll come crawling back.”

Topper shakes his head, “No, Sarah’s not materialistic like that.”

Rafe smirks, “You don’t know her.”

“Well, speaking of broke, how’s it going with that homeschool girl? You guys sure seem to be hanging out a lot.”

“Do you have brain damage, Topper?”

“What?”

Rafe corners his friend against a wall, relishing the immediate fear in his eyes, “I seem to remember you placing a bet a week ago.”

“Well, yeah, but –”

“So why the fuck,” he hits the locker lightly behind Topper’s head, “are you asking me about hanging out with her a lot?”

“Chill, dude. It’s just,” he looks hesitant, scared as he’s barely able to make eye contact, “It’s okay if you like her, you know?”

Rafe feels a wave of emotion, something he can’t quite pinpoint. And that makes him mad, because what the fuck was he feeling? He has to clench his fists by his side to stop from slapping the taste out of Topper’s mouth. Why did him bringing you up irritate him so much? Jesus, reign it the fuck in.

He takes a deep breath and steps back, forcing a chuckle, “You think I’m gonna slum it like that?”

Topper grins nervously, as if Rafe hadn’t had him pinned against a locker like a little bitch just a second ago. He straightens up, “I mean, it’s not exactly a secret what your type is.”

Rafe laughs, and Topper relaxes and joins in after a moment or two. That’s when Rafe slams him against the locker again.

“Get it through your thick fucking skull, Topper. I may fuck a Pogue but I’d never date one. Got that?”

“Yes, okay, Jesus Christ, man.” Topper pushes Rafe off him and backs off, “Do whatever the fuck you want.”

That’s when Rafe starts laughing again. “I will, pussy.”               

Topper fucks off after that. Sometimes, Rafe wonders what his deal is. He acted up in front of the rest of the group, then tried to act all sensitive and understanding in private. Like Rafe had time for that shit. And how dare Topper insinuate that Rafe had feelings for you? Hell would freeze over before he ever caught feelings for a Pogue.

He realises a bunch of people are staring at him. Goddamit. Fuck all of them. When he was younger, Ward had sent him to see a therapist once a week. He’d quit going once he’d realised it was everyone else who was the problem, and not him. But one thing the shrink had taught him that had stuck was to breathe slowly and count to ten whenever he felt angry or overwhelmed.

That’s what he’s doing when you arrive.

“Hey, Rafe. I’m sorry I’m late. The professor held me back.”

“Why?” He barks out before he can contain himself. He’s already on edge, and now some dumbass professor is keeping you back in class because you undoubtedly get his old, shrivelled dick hard and you’re too innocent to even realise it.

You blink, “He really liked the essay I submitted last week. He even said he wants to use it as an example for his other classes!”

“That’s great,” Rafe plasters a smile on his face but he’s only half listening, “Let’s go.”

He calms down some as he guides you out of the hallway and toward the parking lot. He almost grabs your hand when it gets a bit too crowded, but remembers himself just in time. He couldn’t be caught holding hands with a Pogue. It was too intimate, and like he’d said to Topper, he’d never let it get to that point with a Pogue. Instead, he places his hand on your lower back and pushes you forward. You smile at him, and it goes straight to his… well, not his dick, surprisingly. But it goes somewhere within him, and he feels it again. Something he doesn’t really recognise or know how to deal with. So he forcibly pushes it back inside himself.

“You look cute,” he says once he’s got you outside and there’s more room to breathe. You look like an angel in the afternoon sunlight, dressed in the cutest little sundress he’s ever seen. It’s this pinkish-orange, like the colour of the sunset, and you’ve got matching ribbons in your hair. Like you’ve really made an effort to get all dressed up just to go to his house.

“Thanks,” you look down as if you’re embarrassed, like you don’t know how to take a compliment, “It’s my mom’s dress.”

“It’s really pretty,” he says softly, before clearing his throat and looking away.

He gets you to his car, lifting you up by your waist and helping you into it. And that turns him on so much, how small and sweet you look. Like a little fairy in his arms. None of the other girls were like you. Not at all. He wonders what you’re wearing underneath, and feels his cock thicken in his slacks with anticipation when he realises he was probably going to find out today.

You don’t say anything when he pulls up into the driveway of his house. Ward had fucked off on some business trip and taken Wheezie and Rose with him so he had the place to himself. That’s how he liked it best, it gave him space to think and breathe without the constant noise of his family. Well, Wheezie was an exception. He didn’t mind her too much.

“Wait here,” he says, getting out the car and walking around to open the door for you. You allow him to lift you out again, this time your hands landing on his shoulders. And it’s fucking insane how that tiny, voluntary touch does things to him that no other girl has ever done before.

Now, he doesn’t think twice before grabbing your hand and pulling you down to the large, ornate wooden double doors. You’re distracted anyways, eyes wide as saucers as you ogle the mansion that Rafe’s never thought twice about. But he reckons it’s a step or two above whatever shacks the people from the Cut lived in, so he allows you to remain silent and let it sink in.

Finally, you exhale slowly, “This is… uh… wow. I can’t believe there’s people in this world who live like this.”

Rafe smirks, squeezing your hand, “Yeah. Do you want a drink?”

He leads you to the bar in the corner of the living room, again lifting you up and placing you on one of the stools. You giggle, “I can climb on myself, you know.”

“Yeah? You seem to like it when I pick you up, though.”

He winks, and notes how you duck your head and smile shyly, your hands wringing together on your lap like you’re nervous. God, you were so fucking cute.

“What’s your usual drink of choice?” He asks, going behind the island to inspect the liquor. His friends had gone through a lot of it at the party the night before, but the house help had restocked everything this morning.

You blink, “Um, water?”

He stifles a laugh, pouring himself his usual whiskey with ice, “You’re a good girl, huh?”

“I tried some of my mom’s wine once but it tasted horrible,” you shrug, “I don’t know why people like it so much.”

“Try this.” He pours you a Peach Schnapps with lemonade and ice, “It’s sweet like you.”

You hesitate, but end up taking it. And he watches as you take a tentative sip, and he knows you like it because you take another one. And then another. He can’t help but feel proud for introducing you to your first alcoholic drink.

“You’re not as bad as people say you are,” you say out of nowhere, and his expression immediately sours.

“People have been talking about me to you?”

“No, it’s just the stuff I’ve heard. Like what I told you before. But it can’t be true, because you’re so nice to me so it just doesn’t add up.”

He grips his glass tight, about to lose it because yet again people were talking shit about him behind his back and never to his fucking face. Because they were all a bunch of pussies who knew he’d beat the shit out of them or kill them if they said anything to his face. But then you speak again.

“Do you always drink after school?”

“Huh?”

“Like, alcohol. Do you drink a lot? Like every day?”

“No.” He lies. “Only sometimes.”

He takes you out to the patio, where the sun is shining and you look so fucking pretty in your little sundress. Like you fit right into his world, next to the pool with a drink in your hand, sat next to him and looking at him with sparkling eyes as if he was your god. He wonders if you’ve naturally grown more comfortable with him through the course of the week, or if it’s just the alcohol. Probably the alcohol, since no one was ever really comfortable around him.

Either way, he puts his hand on your leg just like he had a few days ago in his car. Your breath hitches, but you don’t make a move to stop him. Instead, you opt to take another sip of your drink, and he wonders if he can get you drunk tonight. Shit, did he even want to? It was no fun fucking a drunk girl.

“Tell me more about you,” he strokes the soft skin of your bare thigh, feeling your goosebumps underneath the pads of his fingers. “You ever had a boyfriend or anything?”

Your eyes widen, “No. I, uh, you don’t tend to meet any guys when you’re homeschooled.” Embarrassed, you giggle before looking away. He reaches out, grabbing your chin lightly and making you look at him again. Fuck, your lips were so sexy. So pouty and perfect, begging to be kissed. “What about…what about you? Have you had any girlfriends?”

He shrugs, “A few.”

You nod, “Of course you have. That was a stupid question. Sorry, I forget not everyone’s as far behind in life as I am.”

“You’re not far behind.” He says, although you are and he prefers it that way.

“I am. Every other girl my age has had all the experiences you’re supposed to have. Drinking, partying, boys, all of it.” You sigh, “Sometimes I feel like I’m so far behind that I’ll never catch up.”

Rafe inches his hand upwards, till he reaches the hem of your dress halfway up your thigh. He plays with the fabric, and he can tell you’re acutely aware of what he’s doing. You don’t make a move to stop him, but you do press your legs together.

“There’s still plenty of time to catch up,” he says softly, “I can help you.”

You smile up at him, holding up your drink, “You already have. I’d never drank with friends before now.”

“Congratulations,” he says, clinking his glass with yours, “To one of many firsts.”

He downs his drink and so do you, and he’s quick to get a refill for both of you. He’s guessing you’re a lightweight, and again the thought of getting you drunk crosses his mind. But that would be way too easy.

“I’m capping you after this one,” he says, handing you your second Peach Schnapps.

You giggle, “Are you gonna cap yourself too?”

“No.” He chucks you under the chin again, “But, see, I’m not a baby.”

“Hey!”

He kisses you. And shit, he hadn’t planned on catching you so off-guard. Hell, he’s caught himself off-guard. But he couldn’t help it. Couldn’t help how kissable your lips looked, all pouty and bitten. And you taste like cherry lip gloss mixed with peaches and lemonade, and you’re so pliant underneath him, and he’s kissed a shit ton of girls but it’s never felt like this.

You pull away with a start, shocked as you stare up at him. Breathing hard and biting your goddamned lips before they turn into the shape of an o.

“I’m sorry,” Rafe says, although he’s not, “I’ve been wanting to do that since the day I first saw you.”

Your breathing is shallow, and with a shaky hand you put your glass down on the crystal table in front of you. “I’ve never, uh, I’ve never kissed anyone before.”

“Well, it’s easy. I could show you.”

You swallow, “I don’t want this to be like, a pity thing.”

Rafe exhales slowly, “You’re here in front of me in this tiny fuckin” dress, acting all cute and innocent and you think I want to kiss you out of pity?”

Your jaw drops, “Hey, it’s not tiny!”

He kisses you again. And sure, maybe he should’ve asked permission since it’s, well, your first kiss. But frankly he’s never had to ask permission to do anything in his entire life, and he wasn’t about to start now. The way he sees it, you wouldn’t have worn a slutty dress and agreed to come to his house if you didn’t want him to make a move on you.

Again, you pull away, “Rafe, I– don’t… I don’t know how to kiss, I’m sorry–”

He cups your face in his hands, pulling you closer and pressing his lips against yours again. Just to feel your soft, quivering lips against his confident ones. He kisses you once, twice, three times. Coaxing you to open your mouth, to let him in. Fuck, a part of him just wants to shove his tongue down your fucking throat, show you what it means to really be kissed. But he’s already pushing his luck right now.

“I’ll teach you,” he says, “But you need to do exactly what I say, okay?”

He can’t believe his goddamned luck when you nod. God, you were just so fucking hot, prancing around his house in your little dress, all impressed by his riches and shit, drinking your drink he made you like a good little girl, and now here you were, agreeing to whatever he said.

He taps his leg, “Get on my lap.”

Your eyes nearly bug out of your head, “Wh-What?”

Rafe smirks, “Didn’t you just agree to do exactly what I say?”

He’s surprised with the amount of patience he has with you. If you were another girl, he’d have thrown your ass out to the curb for asking too many annoying questions. Or bent you over, shoved your face into a pillow to shut you up and had his way with you. God knew he’d done that more times than he could count over the years. He was aware of how much bigger and stronger he was than you and every other girl, and that fact turned him on more than anything. The fact that he could, if he wanted to, completely take advantage of you however he wanted. And all you’d be able to do is cry and beg him to stop, which would just turn him on more.

“I did, I’m sorry, but I don’t–”

Easily, he grabs your hips and lifts you up onto his lap, makes you straddle him with one leg on either side of him. Your dress is just about long enough to still cover your modesty, but now he’s acutely aware of your panty-covered pussy just inches away from reach. Fuck, he wonders what kind of panties you’re wearing, and if you’d let him look…

“There. Comfy?”

“Well, I guess, but…”

He pulls you into another kiss, this time catching you mid-sentence so he’s able to slip his tongue into your mouth. And you’re so fucking shy, just rigid while he explores your mouth. But he doesn’t mind. You taste so fucking sweet, and it’s getting him so hard, knowing he’s the first man you’ve let touch you like this, kiss you like this.

He can feel your breath hitch as he strokes your face, his thumbs running across your cheeks before his hand tangles into your hair. He yanks you closer, grazing his teeth against your plump bottom lip. You gasp, and he chuckles into your open mouth. His tongue plays with yours, coaxing you to kiss him back, but not really caring too much if you don’t.

And god, he wants to thrust up into you so bad. You’re sitting right on top of his fucking hard dick, and you don’t even seem to realise it. In fact, you shift around, that cute little peachy ass rubbing against his boner, and he wonders if you even know what a boner is.

When you pull away this time, your eyes are bright and excited. And he loves how he’s kissed the gloss off your lips, and how he can still taste you on his tongue.

“Wow, that was…” you giggle, breathless yet excited from finally having your first kiss, “I don’t have anything to compare it to, but that was good!”

Rafe has to crack a smile at your innocence, and his hand lands on your bare thigh, tracing his initials on it again, “Yeah? You like kissing me?”

“I…um… yeah I do,” you say shyly, before closing your eyes for a moment and taking a deep breath, “Could we uh, could we try again? Could I try?”

Well, shit. He’s never devoted this much time and energy into just kissing a girl, but his dick grows even harder at how you’ve plucked up the courage to ask him that. And so he simply nods and sits back, lets you figure out what it is you want to do.

Your cute little hands hold on to his broad shoulders shyly. And you lean up, fluttering your eyes closed like it’s some kind of fairytale for you and you’re the little princess kissing her prince charming. It’s part enamouring, part pathetic. But Rafe feels it again, that unfamiliar feeling bubbling up in his chest. He shakes out of it, focusing on your plump lips that hesitantly press against yours.

He sits still; lets you explore his mouth. Your tongue pokes out, swipes against his. And the feeling goes straight to his dick. And then he’s kissing you back, because he doesn’t have the goddamned willpower to just sit there and do nothing. There’s an animal inside of him and you’ve awoken it, more than any drug or alcohol ever could.

And he gets rougher, biting your lip till you gasp into his mouth. His hands slip up and down your bare arms before he takes your hand, squeezes it before pressing it down on his chest, wanting you to touch him, feel how much bigger he is than you.

“Good girl,” he mutters when you don’t move your hand, and then he fingers the hem of your dress. “Gonna let me touch you a little bit?”

“Rafe, maybe not too much–”

“C’mon, princess, you have to touch while you’re making out, right? That’s lesson number two.” He distracts you with another rough kiss, grabbing your jaw and squeezing while he brings you closer to his mouth. Kissing down your jaw and neck before returning to your lips, smirking when you squeak out a little involuntary moan. That’s when he slips his hand up your dress and cups your ass. Perfect little handful of your bubble butt, and he gives it a little squeeze to test the waters. You’re too distracted with kissing him, and so he squeezes harder. God, so fuckin’ soft and pliable, just like how he’d imagined.

“Nice ass,” he murmurs against your lips, and that’s what jolts you out of it. He curses inwardly when you pull away, pushing against his chest when he doesn’t immediately stop. And a part of him knows how easy it would be to just pin you down on this fucking sofa and have his way with you. Tell you how it’s your fault for wearing this fucking dress, your fault for seducing him in his own home, acting so sexy and innocent and getting him so riled up. Teasing him with your shy little kisses and squeaks till he had no choice but to hold you down and fuck you.

“I’m sorry,” you say as you slide off his lap, straightening your dress, “I just… I got overwhelmed.”

He blinks, and he’s this close to pulling you back on top of him, telling you he didn’t give you permission to stop, that you had to listen to him because this was his house and he’d been kind enough to invite you over. And he could make you feel so good, if you just stopped being a goddamned little prude.

Instead, he forces a smile, “You’re a pretty good kisser for someone who claims she’s never done it before.”

You beam, relaxing immediately, “Oh, you’re just saying that. I bet I was really bad.”

“My memory’s kinda foggy, I think you’re gonna have to remind me,” he pulls you back into him, and you giggle as he presses light kisses on your lips, his arm going around your shoulders while your hands tangle into his hair.

It doesn’t go any further than that, though. You stop him when he tries to touch you again, and a part of him wants to slam his fist down on the glass patio table in frustration. And yet, something stops him from just overpowering you and taking what he wants. No, that would be too easy. He’s about to crack you, he can tell from the way you look at him with those big eyes, now full of trust and comfort. He just needs more time.

Too bad he only had one day left to complete the goddamned bet.

“You should come over again,” he says when he’s done up your seatbelt for you in his car. He finds he likes doing all that shit – opening the door for you, lifting you into your seat, clicking your seatbelt into place, all of it. A stark difference from other girls, where often he’s tossed their clothes at them and motioned for them to leave after he’s done hooking up with them.

“That sounds nice,” you say, waiting for him to come round and get into the driver’s seat, “And I told you; you don’t have to drive me all the way home. I could’ve just got the bus.”

He blinks. He didn’t realise buses even functioned in Figure 8, but either way, he can’t have you on a public bus. Especially not in that dress, where every man would be leering at you and you’d be none the wiser about it. The control freak in him is itching to be let out, to tell you exactly what you were and weren’t allowed to wear in public, tell you how you weren’t allowed to speak to any men except him. And you weren’t allowed to argue or contest any of this, because he was in charge of you now, and–

“No buses,” he says firmly, his hand resting comfortably on your thigh as he drives, “Anyways, come over again tomorrow. We can go in the pool or whatever.”

He feels you go rigid, “Th-The pool?”

He glances at you, “Yeah. It’ll be fun.”

You laugh nervously, “Uh, I’m not too great with water. I don’t really swim or anything.”

Rafe has to do a double-take, “You realise you live on an island?”

Even he knew that every child born in Kildare could swim before they could even walk. It’s just the way it was. They were surrounded by water. Rafe doesn’t even remember learning how to swim; it was almost like he knew how to do it by default.

“I know how to swim, I just don’t like water,” you say, and there’s something off about your tone. Something he can’t pinpoint, but you turn to the side and look out the window. Silent for the rest of the drive. Rafe doesn’t push it, although your odd behaviour has piqued his curiosity.

It’s only when he’s pulling up into the pitiful dirt road of a street where your house is situated that you clear your throat.

“Look, Rafe, you’re my friend now. And I don’t really like keeping secrets from you. I’m sorry I was so quiet just now.”

Cute. He likes how much you apologise to him. It shows how respectful you are, how much you respected him as an authority figure.

“That’s okay,” he says.

You take a deep breath, “I used to go out in the water a lot when I was younger. With my dad. He had a boat, and I would help him. But…”

Your voice trails off for a moment. Rafe thinks he knows where this is going, and a part of him is touched you’d share something like this with him. A tiny, obscure part of him, that is. He can’t help but squeeze your leg reassuringly, and you clear your throat again and blink several times. Like you’re trying not to cry. And Rafe’s never had the patience for emotional chicks, but it’s different with you.

You force out a little laugh, “I don’t want to go into details. But one time we were out pretty far, and the weather was bad. Like, really bad. The waves were rough and…” You swallow, looking down into your lap and wringing your hands together, your chest rising and falling rapidly, “And… Well, I was fine but… my dad…”

Shaking your head, you don’t say anymore. You don’t have to. Your eyes are wet and glistening, the muscles in your face working overtime to stop the tears from coming out. He parks the car in front of your house, turning to face you. He’s never been in a situation like this before, and he’s not sure how to act.

Fiercely, you wipe away the one or two rogue tears that have escaped down your cheeks, “It happened so long ago, I barely remember it. But I’ve been scared of the water ever since.”

He nods, “It’s just you and your mom now?”

“Yes. And my brothers. But they’re always working, so it’s just me and her. That’s why she’s so protective of me… I, uh, I don’t have a dad anymore.”

Rafe knows what it’s like to lose a parent, but he can’t fathom ever talking about it or voicing his feelings on it or some shit like that. His loser therapist had tried to get him to talk about his mother, but he hadn’t. He couldn’t. It was just muscle memory at this point, to force any thoughts of her straight out of his mind. It was easier that way. And now, it was like he could barely remember her. And he hated it, but it made it easier too.

He’s never been good at comforting anyone else. And a part of him is glad you’re not sobbing your eyes out right now, because he’s not sure how he’d handle that. So he’s happy when you clear your throat again and smile up at him.

“I’m not sure why I told you that, I’ve never had a friend to tell that to before. I guess I just feel comfortable with you, Rafe.”

What the hell had he done to make you so trusting of him in the span of less than a week? God, you were like an innocent little angel, sitting in his car all tiny and vulnerable. Making him feel like a goddamned fucking monster for the thoughts he had towards you, what he planned to do with you. Suddenly, the bet feels so stupid and insignificant. God, this was why Rafe didn’t speak to the women he fucked. They went all emotional on him, and now he wasn’t sure how to act.

“I feel comfortable around you too,” he says carefully. He’s never been great with his words, but he grabs your hands that continue to wring nervously together. His big, warm hand dwarfing your tiny ones, and he realises you’re shaking. And there’s a part of him that wants to protect you against everything. Take you back to his place, lock you up in his room so he could keep an eye on you and keep you away from anything and anyone who could ever hurt you and make you cry.

Even if the only person who could hurt you the most right now is Rafe himself.

You leave after that, thanking him again and again for giving you a lift home. He wants to walk you to your door, but you run off quickly, and his mind’s too distracted to follow you. He drives off once he sees you’ve safely closed your front door behind you, his mind moving a million miles per minute.

Jesus Christ, why’d you have to go and open up to him like that? This would be so much fucking easier if you hadn’t done that. He hates that he should know better, that he knows that he should leave you alone. You were too innocent, too vulnerable for his bullshit; to be caught in the middle of some dumbass bet he’d made with his friends. God dammit, he hates himself for agreeing to that stupid bet, seems so fucking juvenile looking back. Wished he’d picked a different girl at the very least, someone not as lovely a you.

Most of all, he hates himself because he knows that despite everything he’s just found out about you, he still has every intention of fucking you. Daddy issues and a phobia of water. It was almost like fate was handing you to him on a silver platter. He had to fuck you. He’d figure out the rest later.

*

Kelce: One day left, loverboy.

Topper: Can’t wait to see the pictures.

Rafe mutes the groupchat before throwing his phone aside. He’d goddamn throttle his friends if they were in front of him right now. Sometimes, he gets these violent tendencies. He doesn’t really know what to make of them except it feels good to have some kind of release. Usually that comes in the form of pushing around a sorry ass Pogue, but that option’s not really available right now.

Instead, he searches blindly for the coke he’s stashed in his bedside drawer. Again, he’d promised himself he’d cut down, but this was just to take the edge off. It didn’t count. Not really.

He wonders what you’d think if you knew how often he took drugs. Well, you wouldn’t because he’d keep you well away from that part of his life. Even when he made you his girlfriend, he’d keep you separate from all the partying. And he’d never allow you to even look at any type of Class A drug. And who knows, maybe he’d become better for you, maybe he’d go stone cold sober if you wanted him to.

That makes him laugh. Going sober for a Pogue. It was insane of him to even consider it.

Again, he has to remind himself to take his emotions out of it. All you were was a stupid Pogue, and a part of a bet he was going to goddamned fulfil. And he wouldn’t allow himself to think anything more of it. He may have had a momentary lapse of judgement yesterday, but today was a new day, the last day of the week he had to fuck you.

How? He wasn’t too sure. Reports of a storm meant you couldn’t come to his house again like how he’d planned. Even now, Rafe could hear the harrowing winds outside. Like a goddamned cyclone. And the rain pelting down unforgivingly, and the distant roar of the sea, waves crashing like they’d taken on a life of their own.

The weather on the island was usually all sunshine, but once in a blue moon a storm would hit like now. Residents were always told to wait it out and stay inside. For Rafe, that meant copious amounts of drugs and alcohol. Sometimes a girl or two to keep him company. But the idea of fucking anyone that isn’t you right now makes him sick.

He thinks about texting you, but what would be the goddamned point? If he couldn’t physically be with you today? He knows the weak, pussy part of his mind just wants to talk to you in whatever form he can. But he needs to bury that bullshit down deep inside him and never back, and–

His phone vibrates. It’s you. And he hates how he feels his heart jump to his fucking throat. You’ve called him all on your own, which means you were thinking about him like how he was thinking about you.

“Rafe?” You sound sexy like you always do, all breathy and weak and needy. A bit panicked too.

“Hey,” he says, trying to sound nonchalant, “What’s up?”

“I’m sorry I called you, I just… How are you?”

He raises an eyebrow, “I’m fine. You wanna talk?”

“No. I mean, yes. Oh, I… Rafe, I’m sorry. You’re probably busy.”

“Hey, calm down.” Rafe barely recognises the gentle quality of his voice as he straightens up, “What’s wrong, princess?”

“I’m scared.”

You say it so softly, with an air of embarrassment and shame, that at first he doesn’t quite get what you’re saying. But then he does, and something kicks in inside him. This innate need to protect you. You sound so small and needy on the phone, and you called him. You need him.

“What happened? Did someone hurt you?”

“No, no. Oh, Rafe, it’s the storm. It keeps getting worse.”

He chuckles in relief that you weren’t in any immediate danger, “Well, shit. Yeah. Looks pretty wild, huh?”

“I hate it,” you whimper softly, “and I’m sorry I called. But my mom’s stuck at work, and my brothers are crashing somewhere else. So it’s just me, and, and…”

“Hey, calm down. It’s okay, you’ll be okay.” He’s never had to comfort anyone before, but it comes naturally with you. “As long as you stay inside, the storm should pass. Just watch TV or something.”

“The lights are gonna go off any second,” you sniffle, “They always do when the weather gets bad.”

They did? Rafe never noticed shit like that. Then again, he doubts you had the luxury of backup generators where you lived. He pauses.

“Gimme twenty minutes. I’ll come over.”

“No!” You say quickly, “Rafe, it’s too dangerous.”

He snorts. He’d been in far more dangerous situations than a little bad weather. But the less you knew about that, the better. “I think I’ll be okay, princess.”

“B-But we’re not allowed out. You’ll get a fine.”

Rafe can’t count on one hand how many times he’d been fined by the dumbass police on this goddamned island over some petty bullshit reason or another. A fine meant nothing to someone with money. He was above the law, and most people on this island knew it.

“Stay put. I’ll see you soon.”

Rafe actually enjoys driving in the storm. The roads are deserted, and he can speed without worrying about anything else. And he does speed, and he runs more than one red light too. Gets to your house quicker than he thought he would. Past all the other tiny shacks all boarded up because they weren’t built well enough to withstand the storm.

“Rafe! You came!”

You sound like a fucking needy little baby, but something pulls at his heart when you hug him harder than you ever have before. And you’re so small, on your tippy toes so your arms reach around his neck. Automatically, his arms wind around your waist and he holds you close, and he can feel you trembling, your face buried in his chest as you hold on to him tightly.

“Yeah. Roads were empty. Didn’t take long.” He mutters, looking around the inside of your house. Pitiful. And pitch black, because you were right, the power had gone out. He hates that you live here. You’d fit in so much better at Tannyhill, in a pretty pink silk dressing gown and dripping with diamonds he’d buy for you. And you’d be so thankful for him, tell everyone that he saved you, how well he took care of you. How he gave you everything you could ever want, and how much you appreciated him.

At that moment, a clap of thunder makes you jump and squeal. Quickly, you pull him inside and shut the door. That’s when he notices that you’re crying.

“Hey, it’s okay. C’mere.” He pulls you into another hug, and he’s never seen another human being look so scared, so vulnerable. It makes him feel so powerful, like the man he knew you needed. “You’re safe now, I’m here.”

It feels natural, his lips pressing a kiss into your hairline. Like you’re his little baby, like he’s been trusted with something so precious and now he has to protect you. And you’re too scared to be your usual jumpy self, and you just snuggle closer into him. A flash of lightning lights up the whole room, the storm relentless against the weak confines of this sorry excuse of a house.

“Maybe we should head back to mine.” He suggests, but you whimper again.

“No, no, we can’t go out there. It’s not safe. Rafe, please.”

He doesn’t think he’s ever seen another human being so scared before. Not even when he was fucking that one girl after he’d showed her his gun. Even now, he consciously tucks his gun further down the waistband of his chinos. Of course he’d brought it with him, he wasn’t going to enter the Cut without a piece on him.

“Okay, okay. We’ll stay here. When’s your mom coming home?”

“Not till tomorrow once the storm’s died down.”

He licks his lips. It was too good to be true.

You’re still holding on to him as you lead him into your bedroom. He wonders why you’d take him straight there, but he guesses it’s your safe place. And you’ve got candles lit up, and they brighten the room enough for him to notice how small it is. The size of a shoebox, with a single bed covered in pink sheets and a bunch of stuffed animals.

Despite everything, his dick hardens.

“You’re a really good friend, Rafe.” You say honestly, “Nobody else would’ve come over like this.”

He shrugs, sitting on the edge of your bed and patting the mattress next to him. It’s not even his house and yet he feels like he needs to take control. And you obey, taking a seat next to him. But you’re preoccupied with your own fear, doing that thing where you fidget with your hands in your lap.

“I wouldn’t do it for anyone else.”

You look up at him with wide eyes, biting your lip like you can’t quite believe what he’s said, “I-I’m not special, Rafe, I–”

You’re cut off by another clap of thunder, this one so loud it makes the whole house shake. You scream bloody murder, and honestly, if you were anyone else Rafe would’ve laughed. But it’s you, and so he just watches. It’s fascinating, the way you clutch onto him like he’s your saviour, and he wonders just how this opportunity had basically just fallen into his lap.

He pulls you into his lap, knowing you won’t protest. Not in the state you’re in. You’re wearing a pair of black leggings and a little white tank top. No bra, because he can feel your nipples, hard and poking out from the fabric of your top. He can feel them against his chest as he hugs you again, and he can also feel you shifting on top of him. Your peachy little ass rubbing against his dick like you’re a fucking tease except he knows you’re none the wiser, that you have no idea the effect you have on him.

He’s so turned on, it feels like he might explode.

“I’m sorry,” you apologise for the umpteenth time, “It’s just so scary. Wh-What if the storm gets worse, Rafe?”

“It probably will,” he says, feeling slightly wicked. He holds you tighter against him, wanting to feel the brush of your breasts against his chest again. Fuck, he wants to cop a feel so bad. “They were saying something about a severe weather warning on the news. Not like anything we’ve ever seen before.”

“Noooo,” you moan like a goddamned baby, cuddling into him even more.

“It’s okay,” he says, running his hand up and down your back, “You ever, uh, you ever think of distracting yourself from the storm?”

You hiccup and blink up at him with wet eyes, “Nothing works, Rafe.”

He smirks, “I could distract you.”

“H-How?”

He runs his thumb over your lips. They’re wet with your salty tears, and yet like muscle memory, you part them for him. You watch him in wonder, your breathing shallow as he pushes his thumb into your mouth, his other hand holding you in place by your hip.

“Suck.” He instructs gently, and your eyes are as big as saucers. But in your frightened, vulnerable state, you obey immediately. And it feels like he’ll bust a nut right there, watching as you suck his thumb on command like a little fucking baby. Like he’s your daddy.

“Good girl,” he says, stroking your hair out of your face so he can watch you better. “Now listen to me, I can help you. I can distract you so that you forget all about the storm. Do you want that?”

You nod slowly, almost like you’re entranced by him. Not that he needs the green light from you, but it’s hot to see you agree so easily to whatever he’s saying. Fuck, you really were just like an angel fallen straight from heaven and into his lap. Perfect for him in every single way. So soft, so impressionable. Completely untouched. Ready to be ruined.

“That’s good,” he mutters vaguely, thinking of everything he was going to do to you. He takes his thumb out of your mouth, noticing how you pout involuntarily, like you’d gotten used to the feeling of sucking on it. Fuck, he could give you something else to suck on. “Give me a kiss.”

“H-Huh–”

“Do it. Just like how I taught you yesterday. You remember our lesson, don’t you?”

You nod, “Yeah, but will that really work? I mean–”

It’s like God himself is on Rafe’s side because there’s a loud boom of thunder at that exact moment. And you jump in his lap, tears welling in your eyes. Your chest rises up and down, and you bite your lip again, your gaze zeroing in on his mouth. Slowly, you lean up, shyly pressing your lips on his. But there’s a desperation to it, and Rafe’s returning kiss completely envelopes you whole.

He makes out with you for a while, smirking through your little pants and moans mixed with a whimper every time the weather gets especially brutal outside. He’s never been with such a goddamned scaredy cat baby before in his entire life, and it turns him on beyond belief. In the state you’re in, he could get you to do anything.

Rafe’s hands slip up to grab your little top, tugging it upwards. And this time, he almost loses it in frustration when again, you stop him.

“Rafe, Rafe no stop.” You push his hands off, straightening your top back over your midriff. “Couldn’t we just… just kiss?”

He presses his lips together in a thin line, “You trust me?”

“Of course, I just don’t know if I want to–”

“Look, didn’t I say I would distract you? I mean, shit, I could just leave.”

Your jaw drops, a flash of fear glimmering in your eyes. Instinctively, you grab onto his bicep with your tiny hands, a pleading look on your face, “No, don’t!”

He smirks, “I won’t leave. But you need to trust me to do what I need to do to distract you. Because the storm’s just gonna get worse.” He grabs your chin when you avert your gaze, forcing you to look at him, “Hey, c’mon. Who has more experience with this shit, you or me?”

“Y-You.”

“Yeah. And who’s older?”

“You are.”

“That’s right. Which means you need to trust me to make these kinds of decisions, because I know what’s best for you. That’s why you called me over, right?”

You don’t say anything, but this time when he tries to take your top off, you don’t protest. And Jesus fucking Christ, he was right. You’re not even wearing a bra, almost like you were deliberately trying to seduce him. Acting like a whiny little damsel in distress, pulling him into your pitiful little pink room, all candlelit and shit, on your little bed with your stuffed fucking animals.

Your nipples are hard, and he can’t help but cup your breasts. They’re so tender, so soft just like you. He’d imagined this exact moment many times over the course of the week whilst he’d jacked off to you, but nothing could compare to now. The way you tremble beneath his touch, knowing no one’s ever touched you like this before. He squeezes gently, watching how your breath hitches.

He’s overcome with animalistic instinct in just a second, and leans down to take your breast into his mouth. Sucks your nipple sweetly, before biting down. You cry out, arching your back so prettily, feeding him more of your nipple as you push it into his mouth. He bets you probably don’t even understand why it feels so good, having never been touched like this ever before.

He pinches your other nipple and you gasp. He smirks and does it again, looking up at you to see you gazing imploringly down at him.

“Th-That hurts,” you say pitifully.

“Yeah, but you like it, don’t you?” He takes your hands in his, bringing them up to his hair. Like a good little girl, you get the message. Your hands fist into his hair as he continues to play with your tits, licking and sucking all over them, pushing them together, biting your nipples and sucking the sensitive skin around them, wanting to leave his mark everywhere.

“Rafe, I, that… oh… oh my–”

“Stand up, baby.”

You squeak at the pet-name that falls so naturally from his lips, and he can tell you like being called that. It’s from the way your eyes widen, and how you scramble to obey. God, you were a little tease but you took instructions so fucking well.

You stand between his legs, and it gets him so fucking hard that you’re still barely eye level with him even when he’s sat down.

“Take your leggings off.”

You open your mouth to argue, but this time he just flashes you a look and you’re quick to shut the fuck up. That, and he distracts you with his hands running up and down your sides, squeezing your waist, then your hip. Finally landing on your ass with a light slap as if to tell you not to keep him waiting.

You push your leggings down and step out of them, till you’re standing between his legs in just your pink flowery panties and nothing else. And he feels a hunger he’s never ever felt before, looking down at you ravenously as if you’re a piece of meat and he’s a goddamned starved lion. A part of him just wants to grab you and stick his cock inside you while you scream and thrash and beg him to stop while you secretly enjoy it and cum again and again.

“Turn around,” Rafe says slowly, because despite his animalistic thoughts, he wants to savour this. And you do, letting him see your sexy butt adorned in just your panties. He hooks his thumb under the elastic, snapping it against your skin and laughing crudely when you yelp. “God, you’ve got such a perfect ass. I knew that since the moment I saw you.”

“Wh-What?”

“You heard me. You’re always wearing the cutest little outfits, like you were showing it off just for me.” He grabs your left ass cheek, squeezing it hard while you moan in pain or pleasure, right now he doesn’t really give much of a fuck. His other hand palms his cock through his pants at the sight.

“I wasn’t!” You say indignantly, as if he’s accused you of the absolute worst. “I wasn’t showing off, Rafe!”

“Sure you weren’t,” he snorts, “Now bend over, lemme see it better.”

He can’t believe it when you don’t hesitate this time, almost like you’re seeking his approval. Like you’re under some kind of submissive spell now, making everything even easier for him. You bend over, and your cute little ass is directly in his face. He pushes your panties to the side, gives the soft flesh a feather-light kiss before spanking you again. You yelp all cutely, but stay in position for him. What a good fucking girl.

“Stand up straight, look at me again.”

You turn back around, biting your lip as you look at him anxiously. Around you, the whole room seems to vibrate as another boom of thunder strikes. You make a noise in your throat, before grabbing onto his bicep again. You keep doing that, and it makes him feel strong, big, important. Like you’re a little baby seeking protection from her daddy.

“I’m gonna take your panties off now, okay?” He doesn’t know why he tells you before he does it, but he watches as you relax. There’s a war going on behind your eyes, he can tell. He knows part of you is liking how he’s making you feel, and part of you is desperate to distract yourself from the storm, and it’s battling the part of you that wants to keep your modesty, the part that knows this is a bad idea, that itching fear that he’s not a good guy, that he’s taking advantage of you.

Slowly, he slips your panties down your shaking legs, and you keep holding on to his arm like you’re scared to let go. Like the storm would come and get you the moment you stopped holding him like a little baby. He lets you, liking how weak you feel against him.

And then you’re completely naked in front of him, stepping shyly out of your panties that are left on the floor in a heap along with the rest of your clothes. And he’s still fully dressed, and that juxtaposition turns him on beyond belief. He can smell your pussy, and it’s driving him crazy. Makes him want to just pin you down and have his way with you. It incenses him in a way he’s never really experiences before.

His hands grab your hips, yanking you closer. He feels a wave of impatience, pushing you down till you’re sitting on the bed. He gets up, pushing your legs apart with one of his own. You gasp, and he sinks down to his knees, pressing a soft kiss to the skin just below your belly button.

“It’s time for lesson number three, baby,” Rafe murmurs softly, “this is how I’m gonna distract you, okay? Shit, I’m gonna make you feel so good, you’ll forget all about the storm. You gonna let me do that?”

You swallow, “H-How, Rafe?”

God, you were absolutely clueless. Made him feel like a fucking monster for taking advantage of you like this. But he liked it, liked how good and sweet and innocent you were, even now when he had you naked on your pretty princess bed with your legs spread for him.

“I’m gonna kiss you down here for a while, alright baby?”

“Down there?” You suck in your breath prettily, as if the very idea of that sounds so insane to you. God fucking dammit, just how much had your mother sheltered you?

Instead of explaining further, Rafe spreads your folds with two of his fingers, smirking when he sees you glistening and wet. And God, what a pretty and perfect pussy you had, all slippery and wet, like it was begging to be fucked. And even now, as you sit there breathing heavily, your pussy seems to get wetter just by him spreading it. You’re leaking down onto your pretty pink sheets, and it’s all because he’s merely touched you there.

You’ve gone silent, the storm seemingly already forgotten as you just watch him. Your chest rises up and down, and it’s like every other part of you is frozen in place. In awe, until he notices a slight movement in your pelvis. Involuntarily, you hump the air, like your poor pussy is begging for some type of contact or friction. He smirks.

“You have an accident, princess?”

You look absolutely aghast, “No!”

Rafe leans forward, inhaling deeply. And you smell so goddamned sweet, and he can’t wait any longer. He lays his tongue flat against your virgin cunt, and he can feel you throbbing with anticipation. He licks upwards, and you grab onto his hair, tugging hard as you yelp.

“Oh my God–”

He looks up, “Not God, baby. Just me.” Absentmindedly, he flicks your clit with his thumb and your entire body jerks. He chuckles, “And there’s another thing I’m going to need you to do.”

“What?”

“You’re going to call me daddy while I eat your cunt, okay?”

For the fifth time this evening, your jaw drops, and you gaze down at him in indignance, “What? But Rafe, you’re not my–”

“Your daddy? I mean, you do want me to take care of you, don’t you?” He smiles when you don’t immediately respond, “That’s why you called me today. Because you felt unsafe, like how you’ve felt your whole life ever since you lost your real daddy, isn’t that right?”

He half expects you to shove him off you, scream, lose it, slap him, kick him out of your house for going there, for trying to take advantage of your obvious daddy issues. But it’s like you’re in a trance, and he keeps going, “You want someone to take control, to reassure you that everything’s gonna be okay. That’s why you’ve let me take care of you this whole week, right? Because you need me, you like how I make you feel.”

He softly strokes your bare thighs, noticing that you’re shaking under his touch. And you look like you’re about to cry, in your most vulnerable state in front of him. And yet he keeps going, his voice like a calm lull, almost hypnotic with how you look at him with your huge, unblinking eyes.

“I can be your new daddy, princess. You’re gonna let me, aren’t you?”

Rafe doesn’t wait for your response. Instead, he grips your thighs harder, spreading them as far as they’ll go. He spits on your mound, watching his saliva drip down to your pussy. You’re watching too, with stricken, hooded eyes. Like you’re frozen in time and space, and he’s the only constant.

Leaning forward, he envelopes your clit between his lips, giving it a harsh suck. Your entire body convulses, and you moan the loudest he’s ever heard you. Thunder claps at the same time, but you’re louder than it, and your hands grab on to his hair, and you press your cunt into his face, practically smothering him but he fucking loves it.

“Tell daddy to lick your cunt,” he orders, his voice deeper and lower than it’s ever been, and a slight threat in his tone, “say it, or else I’ll stop everything.”

“L-Lick it, please,” you beg so prettily, keeping your voice barely above a whisper. Rafe sits back, looking at you expectantly till you make the prettiest little noise of impatience. You shoot him a pleading look of desperation, but he doesn’t let up. You cry out, gripping his hair harder before ducking your head in shame, “P-Please, okay? Please lick my cunt, daddy.”

Rafe could’ve orgasmed right there at the sound of your sweet, delicate voice pleading with him, finally addressing him as daddy. Instead, he sucks hard on your sensitive, engorged clit, and you scream bloody murder. He snickers against your soaking folds, grabbing your thrashing hips, stilling them slightly but allowing you to rock them against his face till it’s shining with your wetness.

“Messy little girl,” he mutters, “excited, aren’t you? Never had this virgin pussy eaten, huh?” he grows sloppy, messy with his licks. Tonguing your sensitive nub till you’re a writhing mess above him, incoherent little gasps and moans tumbling out of your mouth as you continue to hump against his face because you’re a goddamned virgin who doesn’t know how to act because you’re feeling so good.

Rafe’s practically making out with your pussy, and he’s never enjoyed going down on a girl as much as he is right now. It’s how responsive you are, it’s how this is all so new to you so you don’t even know nor care to hold anything back. You’re rubbing your pussy on his face like all you can think of is how good he’s making you feel. And he fucks you with his tongue, unable to quite believe how sweet you taste. Like an angel, his angel. All his.

“It’s…It’s too much, Rafe!” you cry out, and yet you’re rolling your hips with abandon, riding his tongue while he sucks and licks you out like he’s starved.

“You can take it,” his voice is muffled, and you try to wrap your thighs around his head except his grip on them is too strong. It’ll leave bruises in the shape of his fingers all over your soft skin, but he likes that. He wants to bruise you, mark you, make you his in every way possible. So next time when you wore a slutty little sundress, every goddamned man on this island would know you’re taken. Fuck, he’d get his name tattooed on your goddamned pussy, and–

You cum, squeaking so prettily he wants to bottle up the sound and keep it safe in his memories forever. Your first orgasm, and all it took was a couple of minutes of him eating your cunt. And your muscles squeeze around his tongue, and you cry and moan like you don’t even know what’s happening. Your grab at his hair, pulling so hard because you’ve probably never felt like this before.

And Rafe doesn’t stop, his tongue swirling circles while you hump and grind against his mouth, riding out your orgasm, moaning his name over and over again. Outside, the weather gets worse, and at one point he notes the whole room shakes as if the goddamned roof’s about to blow off. You don’t give a fuck though, and he doesn’t either.

“Oh, Rafe, oh, oh oh, it’s too much!”

Now, you’re trying to push him off you, but selfishly he keeps tongue-fucking you. His thumb rubs your engorged, sensitive clit. He knows it’s too much for you, but he’s too fucking turned on to stop.

“C’mon, baby. Don’t be like that. Lemme give you another one.”

“No, I-I can’t, I, oh fuck!”

He slaps your clit, and a squelching sound fills the room. You gasp, and he just snickers, having entirely too much fun with you. And again, you twitch your hips, inadvertently pushing your cunt into his face again. You’re out of breath and sensitive from your first orgasm, and yet your greedy little pussy wants to give him another one.

“You like it when your daddy slaps your cunt?”

You’re such a shy little thing, gaping at him as if he’s said the most insidious thing on earth. And yet, your cunt squeezes around his tongue, and he you up as you continue to leak into his mouth. He looks up at you, “Tell me you like it.”

“I, uh, I like it, uh… daddy, oh gosh!”

It takes just one more spank and you come undone, cumming all over his face and he licks you throughout. Long, languid stripes of his tongue flat against your wet folds, then he switches to fucking you with it, and your fuckhole’s so goddamned tight, his tongue barely even fits a little bit, but it doesn’t stop him. He’s got one hand slipped down his pants, jacking off because this is the hottest thing in the world he’s ever witnessed. Innocent little baby crying after orgasming from getting her pussy spanked by her daddy.

He feels like a lion closing in on the fucking lamb, forgetting himself for a second as he gets up. Aggressively pushing you down till you’re lying flat on the bed, surrounded by your stupid stuffed animals. In a second, he’s on top of you, breathing hard like a man possessed. God fuck, all he had to do was shove it inside you, hold you down and tell you to take it. Maybe press his hand over your mouth to keep you from screaming too loud. Not that it mattered. Nobody could save you from him tonight.

But you blink up at him so prettily, so unaware of his intentions, your eyelashes wet with tears. Your lips bitten and pouty, face shiny with sweat. Your hands grab his arms again, squeezing like you’ve grown used to doing.

“R-Rafe, that was… wow.” You say breathlessly, so blissfully innocent, not realising at all that he’s moments away from holding you down and fucking you, that he’s planning how he’ll do it in his head this very moment. “I never… I never thought it could feel that good.”

Rafe finds himself feeling that again, that weird feeling that kept bubbling up inside his chest from time to time whenever he was with you. He still doesn’t have a name for it; he can’t even properly describe it. But looking down at you now, watching you stare up at him with those shining eyes of yours. All he can do is push a piece of your hair out of your face, and smile slowly down at you.

“What do you even know about sex, baby?” He breathes, his face so close to yours.

“Oh, well, uh… Not that much. I mean obviously I know how it works. I just… I didn’t know you could call someone da– that.”

He smirks, tapping your cheek condescendingly, “You mean daddy?”

You look embarrassed, “Yeah.”

“I need you to keep calling me that, okay?” Rafe says gently, “It’s completely normal and I told you I’d take care of you from now on. You want that, don’t you?”

Again, he nudges at your lips with his thumb, making you suck it. Which you do, and the feeling goes straight to his dick. He wants to fuck you while you suck his thumb, gently rock his hips into you, your tight pussy squeezing his huge cock while you whimper around his thumb, sucking it while you cried and just took it, took whatever he gave you and then said thank you, daddy like the good little girl you were.

He starts kissing you again, unable to help it. And your response is so enthusiastic, he feels like he might explode. You’re getting more confident with all the kissing stuff, and Rafe likes that it’s all because of him.

“You ready for the next lesson, baby?” He asks between kisses, his hands everywhere all over your naked body. Squeezing your breasts, playing with your ass. Loving that you’re naked beneath him and so willingly too.

You swallow harshly, “I don’t think I’m ready–Oh!”

He takes your hand, pressing it inside his slacks. Right on his hard, throbbing dick. And fuck, it feels so small, so weak against his pulsating cock. He bites his lip hard to keep from thrusting into your hand.

“Take it out.”

“N-No!”

He exhales loudly through his nose, holding your hand tight against him when you try to snatch it away. “Baby, what did I tell you about doing what I say?”

“I-I know but… but I’m scared.”

“It’s okay to be scared,” he says, “but you need to do this, alright? Didn’t I make you feel good just now?”

“Well, yes, but–”

“So just trust me. I’ll make you feel good again, okay baby?” He kisses you lightly once, twice, three times till you smile, “You’ve been such a good girl tonight. So brave for me....”

You hiccup, looking up at him with those goddamned saucer-like eyes again, “R-Really?”

He strokes your cheek, innately aware of your hand relaxing against his cock, “Yes. Such a brave, good girl. You forgot all about the storm outside, didn’t you?”

As if on cue, you whimper and cuddle into him more. He smiles like a goddamned wolf, feeling evil yet desperate at the same time, “Call me daddy again, princess.”

You don’t even fucking hesitate, “d-daddy, I–”

“Take daddy’s cock out, baby. It’ll distract you, I promise.”

You do exactly what he says, and he helps you. He can’t help but hiss when you free his dick from the confines of his slacks, and you gasp too, dropping it immediately when you see it.

“Shit, gimme your hand,” he murmurs, and he doesn’t wait this time. Snatching your hand in his, he spits down into your palm before pressing it on his dick. “Stroke it.”

You pull back, “I don’t know how, I don’t–”

“Do it or I’ll leave right the fuck now.”

 In your helpless daze, you whimper before placing your hand back on his dick. And it’s so red, about ready to explode the moment you touch him. He exhales slowly, and it feels so fucking good, and he covers your hand with his, guiding it, making you stroke him up and down.

“That’s so good, baby. You’re so good.”

“I am?”

“Shit, yeah, just keep doing that. You’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” He notes how you grow more confident, rubbing his dick and jacking him off like a good little girl. His hand leaves yours, instead cupping your face as he pulls you in for another kiss. He can’t help kissing you, you taste so fucking sweet and it’s insane because he’s never particularly enjoyed kissing anyone this much before. But he loves kissing you, leading you through it, guiding you. Loves how responsive you are, loves how you listen to him even when you feel all scared and hesitant. As if you know that at the end of the day, he was the one with all the power, the one in charge. The only one who knew how to take care of you.

“You ever seen a cock before this, princess?” He asks crudely between kisses.

Your eyes widen, “N-No, Rafe– I mean, uh, daddy.”

“No? Good girl. That’s so fuckin’ hot.” He bites your pouty bottom lip, and you gasp, squeezing his dick in your hand and it makes him moan straight into your fucking mouth. What a naughty girl.

“It’s, uh, it’s so big,” you say quietly, so quietly that Rafe almost doesn’t catch it. But he does, and he smiles, pulling back slightly.

“Yeah?”

Shyly, you duck your head, “Yeah, daddy.”

God, you were so fucking irresistible. He couldn’t take it anymore. He takes your hand, which was still steadily pumping his dick, and holds it tightly. Holds both your hands by your sides as he nudges your legs apart again, and watches as you take a deep breath, as if you know what’s coming.

Lowly, he whistles at how wet you are, your juices having leaked down to stain your pink sheets again. Rafe’s never had a virgin before but he knows how eager they are, how easily turned on they get. He can imagine how slippery wet and snug your snatch would be around his dick. Now, he swipes a finger down your slit, gathering your wetness while you squirm under him.

“Aww, look how excited your pussy is, princess.” He snickers, bringing his finger up to your lips, smearing them with your wetness, getting it all over your face too till it shines and you’re all messy. “Tell me, what’s got her so wet?”

‘I don’t know.”

SMACK.

Rafe finds he quite enjoys slapping your cunt, especially when it’s so wet and throbbing. You cry out, quivering and shaking underneath him. He flashes you a look, “Answer the question.”

“You,” you breathe, blinking up at him, “You, daddy.”

“Yeah? I get your pussy wet?” He’s working himself up, his dick nudging against your folds and he doesn’t know why he doesn’t just shove it in there. “Tell me why.”

You moan pleadingly, “R-Rafe, please!”

“When I ask you a question, I expect you to answer it properly,” he says, enjoying himself a bit too much. It was payback for all the times you’d teased him without even realising it this past week. Flaunting your sexy little body, blinking up at him with those fuck me eyes, as if you were just begging for it in your own little innocent way.

You swallow harshly, and despite everything he can see you thinking carefully, as if you want to give him a real proper answer to impress him. Cute.

“I, uh, I like how big you are,” you stutter slowly, “you-you’re a lot bigger than me.”

He grins wolfishly, pushing his hair out of his face before pressing a greedy kiss to your lips, which you respond to fervently. But he pulls away all too quickly, looking down at you as if he expects you to continue.

“I like how strong you are,” you’re looking anywhere but at his face, he guesses because you’re too shy. He sponges kisses down your jaw, your neck, down to your chest. Kisses all over your tits, presses them together and licks them, bites at your nipples while you moan between your words. “You make me feel safe, daddy.”

Rafe pauses, and it’s there again. That stupid fucking feeling that he doesn’t understand, nor does he care to understand it right now. Nobody’s ever felt safe with him before. Everyone’s always been afraid of him or hated him or screwed him over because they didn’t trust him. No one’s ever looked at him how you’re looking at him and it makes him feel things he’s never felt before.

But he shoves those feelings straight back down, clears his throat before pressing his finger down between your folds. You shiver and moan, hips bucking up before he pins them in place. He tries pushing his pointer finger inside you, but is met with resistance despite how soaking wet you are. Fuck.

“Tightest pussy I ever had,” he mutters, “but she’ll take daddy’s dick, won’t she?”

It’s more of a statement than a question, and he ignores your soft cries as he forces his finger up your cunt. Till it’s finally knuckle-deep, and he bets you can feel the cool silver of his ring against your warmth. And your pussy’s so fucking snug, gripping his finger like a vice, and even he has to wonder how he’d possibly fit his big dick inside you.

“So full,” you breathe, your chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath. But he shuts you up soon enough when he starts fingering you. One singular finger, because that’s all that fits. But he moves it in and out, curving upwards till you moan, thrusting your hips in rhythm like you can’t even help it.

“Gonna add another one, okay baby?”

‘W-Won’t fit, daddy.”

“Shh, yes it will. Daddy’s gonna make it fit.”

Rafe makes it fit. He has to hold you down while you cry like a baby, but soon he’s got his index and middle finger shoved inside you, finger-fucking your tight, virgin cunt while his hard dick slaps against his stomach, and he’s so fucking turned on. More than he’s ever been in his whole life.

“How’s that feel, baby?” He murmurs into your ear, nibbling at it, licking inside it and making you jump. And fuck, you’re so jumpy, and he has to keep you pinned down while he fingers you, and a sick part of him wonders if he’s drawn blood already.

“H-Hurts,” you whimper like the goddamned little cry-baby you are. “R-Rafe please slow down.”

“Come on, don’t tell me to slow down,” he continues pumping his thick fingers up your slippery wetness, feeling like you’re swallowing them up whole every time, “Not when you’re drippin’ all over your sheets like a little–”

“But it hurts!”

“That’s okay, it’s supposed to hurt,” he explains slowly, like you’re dumb, “it’s because you’ve never done this before, so that’s why I gotta stretch you out like this first, okay?”

A lone tear meanders down your cheek, “I-I don’t think it’s gonna fit, Rafe.”

“I made ‘em fit, didn’t I?”

“Nooo, you’re, uh, I mean your…” You sniffle helplessly, a wild look in your eye that looks half scared, half confused as he bets your body’s starting to betray you.

Rafe feels a smile creep up on his face, “You already thinkin’ about my cock, sweetheart? How it’s gonna feel when it’s up your virgin cunt?”

You shake your head vehemently, but you’re a little angel slut because your hips are bucking up to meet his fingers. “Rafe, no. Your f-fingers, they’re already too much, I don’t think I can take…”

“Didn’t I just tell you I’d make it fit?”

You grip his arm tightly, pleadingly “Y-You’re too big, I-I don’t think I can handle anymore…Oh fuck!”

He knows he’s hit that spot inside you because your whole back arches, and you let out the hottest moan he’s ever fucking heard in his life. Complete abandon, head thrown back, digging your nails so hard into his arm that he’s sure you’ve broken through his skin.

“That’s right, baby girl. Just fuckin’ take it,” he mutters, increasing his pace, wondering if he can fit a third finger in. “Fuck, you’re so good, baby. Taking your daddy’s fingers like a champ. God, look at your little virgin cunt, swallowing ‘em up like a greedy little slut. Didn’t think you’d turn out to be so fuckin’ slutty, baby.”

You clench around him, moaning his name and he can’t believe how much his dirty talk is having an effect on you. His thumb rubs at your clit while he continues to finger fuck you, wanting to draw another orgasm out of you because you’re so fucking gorgeous when you cum, and he wants you to make a mess all over his fingers before he finally takes you with his cock.

“Too much, too much, oh, oh, oh,” you’re half delirious, humping against his fingers, letting him fuck you with them, and he knows you must feel so full. And it feels like heaven for him, being inside you (even if it is just with his fingers). You feel so soft, so wet, so warm. Your muscles tensing and relaxing around him as he builds you up.

“Take it,” Rafe repeats, “bet it’s never felt this good huh? You ever finger yourself, baby girl? Touch yourself late at night when you think everyone else’s asleep?”

You gasp at his words, but he feels you clench around his digits.

“Mmm, not such a good little girl after all, huh? Fingering yourself when you think your mommy’s asleep,” he grins wickedly at the horrified look on your face, increasing pace, “but it’s never enough, is it? Your fingers aren’t as big as mine, so you could never make yourself cum.” He laughs, “this whole time, all you needed was a man like me to take care of you. Say it, say you need me. Say it.”

“N-Need you!” You cry out, delicious tears streaking your face, “I need you, daddy. I-I…Oh fuck, please! Please, I don’t… I just… I–“

You squirt all over his hand. And it’s insane; Rafe’s never seen anything like it before. He gazes in wonder, caught off-guard for once. You completely come undone, crying and panting his name, rocking your hips against his hand as you ride out your third orgasm of the night. And who knew it would take just a little bit of dirty talk to get you to squirt? God, you were so fucking hot, so full of surprises. So perfect for him, it was unbelievable.

“Good girl,” he strokes your head like you’re his little pet, taking his wet fingers and pressing them into your mouth, and you’re so hot when you automatically suck on them. “Such a good girl, baby. That was so fuckin’ sexy.”

All you do is clutch at him and cry, so spent and overstimulated from your orgasm. Rafe licks his lips, feeling both protective yet predatory at the same time. You’re at your weakest, most vulnerable state. Outside, thunder and lightning strike over and over again as if they were paid to do so, and the room lights up and goes dark, it shakes and shudders, and the winds howl like a pack of possessed wolves. And yet you look so pretty in the dim glow of the candlelight.

It's the perfect night for you to get ruined. His perfect little baby. Pristine and innocent and at his mercy.

Rafe’s cock is so hard it hurts, throbbing as he grabs it by the base, pumps it as he hovers over you. On his knees while you lie beneath him, looking so deliciously scared. He presses his whole length against your stomach, and watches your eyes almost bulge out of your head. He knows he’s big, but compared to your tiny frame, he’s massive. And he gets off on that, gets off on how much bigger he is than you. He smears his precum against your stomach, smirking as he watches you swallow and try to be brave.

“Listen to me,” he grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes, “You like my cock, baby? You like looking at it, huh?”

The way you lick your lips gives it away, and he laughs cruelly, tapping your cheek like you’re his little pet. “Say it, then. Say you like it. Beg me to put it inside you. C’mon, baby, look at your pussy, she’s crying for it. Beg me.”

He knows you’re at war with yourself, and you shake your head tearfully, opening your mouth to speak. But a clap of thunder sounds just then, so loud it makes the whole room shake. You cry out so pitifully, it makes his heart throb a little. You grab at him, and he falls down on top of you, kissing you, kissing your salty sweet lips and your tears. Kissing you all over while your desperate hands tangle into his hair.

That’s when he nudges the tip of his dick against your folds. And it already feels like fucking heaven, your wet warmth practically begging him to shove it inside you. He presses his tip on your puffy, sensitive clit and you jump, your eyes widening and then you push at his chest.

“R-Rafe, please, I don’t think–”

“Shh, c’mon, baby. Let daddy fuck you,” Rafe urges softly against your lips, “gonna make you feel so good again, mhm?”

“Nooo…”

He tries to ignore your soft cries, the way your palms press weakly against his chest.

“Shit, just relax,” he coaxes, knowing he could just hold you down and force it in, and yet…

He kisses you, tasting salt on your lips. You try to kiss him back, but he can feel you gulping for breath. He can feel your heart hammering against your chest. He can feel your limbs pushing at his body, but he’s just so much fucking bigger than you that it doesn’t even make a difference, and yet…

“Rafe, I… please…”

“Baby…”

His dick feels like it’s going to explode, and he runs it up and down your soaking slit, and you moan. And your face looks turned on beyond belief, and yet scared at the same time. Nervous, frightened, vulnerable. It’s a heady mix, and he doesn’t know what to do, and–

“Please, Rafe. I’m not ready, I-I can’t, Rafe. Please…”

“Fuck.”

Something comes over him, and Rafe feels it again. That bubbling, intense feeling inside his chest. Like a rush of an emotion he doesn’t know if he’ll ever understand. All he knows is he can’t, he fucking can’t. You’re so sweet, so kind, pure like a flower and he just can’t bring himself to pluck it. Tear it apart. Ruin it like how he ruined everything else he touched.

He rolls over, lying beside you while you quiver next to him. Both breathing hard. And outside, the wind howls and howls almost like it’s mocking him. Laughing at him for being a goddamned pussy. And there’s another clap of thunder, and he hears you crying softly.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Rafe finds himself gathering you in his arms, holding you against his chest, “Hey, look, don’t worry about it. It’s okay.”

“I-I thought I could but…” you hiccup between your tears, and your eyes look like there are a thousand stars shining wetly inside them, and he knows he’s never seen anything so beautiful. “I’m sorry, I thought I could do it, I thought–”

“It’s okay,” he repeats, cupping your face and making you look at him, his thumbs swiping away your tears, “Don’t cry, okay? Shit, it’s okay, baby. It’s okay.”

“Y-You’re not mad?”

He strokes up and down your back, soothing you while he wonders whether he is. But the only thing he feels right now is this strange, innate need to protect you. To reassure you. Hold your quivering body close till you stopped shaking. It’s insane, because he doesn’t feel like himself, because he’s never felt this before. It’s alien. Completely, utterly fucking alien.

“No,” he answers quietly, pressing a kiss to your hairline, “No, I’m not mad.”

“You pr-promise?”

“I promise.”

He feels like a different person as he tucks his dick back into his slacks. Like someone else, like someone he doesn’t recognise. But it feels so natural, holding you so close that your heartbeat feels like his. And the storm outside feels like a million miles away. Like it’s just you and him on a different planet and nothing else exists, nothing else means anything except you.

You fall asleep in his arms, spent after everything. And Rafe doesn’t even feel frustrated in that moment, because all he can focus on is how peaceful you look. Your tears dried on your cheeks, your chest rising and falling rhythmically. You trusted him with everything. And it made him feel like someone important.

The wind laughs and laughs all night.

*

The morning is calm, tranquil. Almost like the storm never even was. And Rafe wakes up well rested, with you cuddled on his chest, his arm around you and his thumb in your mouth. The room dappled in sunlight, the candles all blown out or melted away.

Slowly, he detangles from you, making sure not to wake you up. You look so peaceful, so innocent. So soft and pretty, in your little shack of a house on the Cut. He frowns as he looks around. In the morning light, your room looks even more pitiful. It’s clean, and you’ve made it pretty with notes and posters and fairy lights. But he can see the paint peeling off the walls, the fact it’s smaller than his closet back home.

Rafe can’t believe he’s woken up on this side of the island.

He has the sudden urge to leave. To run. Hastily, he types out a text to you.

Rafe: Hey. I thought I’d leave in case your mom came home and saw us. Didn’t want to wake you. Talk to you later.

He has to get home. Gather his thoughts. Recalibrate. Think about what the fuck came over him last night, when he’d had you right where he fucking wanted you. And then he’d pussied out of it. Rafe Cameron never pussied out of anything.

What the fuck did that mean?

His gaze shifts to you again, so pretty and sound asleep. Naked because you’d so willingly shed your clothes for him, spread your legs for him. And he could have had you. Hell, he could have you right now. Force himself into you while you were still asleep, and you’d wake up crying and sobbing, all confused and sleepy while he held you down and ordered you to just take it.

That’s what he should’ve done last night. So then what the fuck had stopped him?

Now, he lightly runs his fingers over your bare thigh, humming lightly at how smooth you feel. So soft, like an angel. A powerful, almost all-consuming feeling overtakes him. A wave of possessiveness coursing through him like a tidal wave of dark poison. You were his. All his. He could do what he pleased with you. Your body was his. You’d all but served it to him on a silver platter last night, in your pathetic little room with the candles.

Rafe feels like he’s having an out of body experience. He gets his phone out, ignoring any small, decent part of him that was sending warning signals to his brain. You were his. He had every right to do this.

Silently, he takes the pictures. And a sick part of him gets off on it, gets off on the fact you’re asleep and none the wiser to what’s happening. But this was the least you could do, you’d left him hanging last night. After he’d been so patient, so understanding. Fuck that. Why had he been like that? Like he was weak?

“You make me feel safe, daddy.”

Your words from last night ring in his ears, bouncing around in his brain till it gets too much, till they start to echo and get louder and louder. Till he feels the urge to punch the shit out of your bedroom wall. It was all too much. He had to get out of here.

He tucks his phone into his pocket, pushes the cotton covers up till your chin, and then leaves without looking back.

*

“There he is! The loverboy himself!”

His friends gather around him the next morning like he’s the second coming of Christ himself.

“How was she, Rafe?” one of them slaps him on the back, “That is, if you fucked her.”

“Yeah.” Kelce stands in front of him with his arms crossed over his chest, looking at Rafe expectantly. They all are. “Did you fuck her?”

Rafe scoffs, “Is that even a question.”

He’d waited all day yesterday for you to respond to his text. Like a pussy ass little bitch, he’d waited for you to say something. Growing angrier and more paranoid by the second when you didn’t. Staring at the pictures he’d taken of you like a man possessed, his thumb hovering over the delete button a handful of times before he’d thrown his phone angrily across the room. Hating how you were making him wait. Hating how his heart had leapt up to his fucking throat when you finally had replied: I’m so sorry for being such a scaredy cat yesterday. Thank you for coming over.

He'd discovered something then. He was obsessed with you. And he hated it.

“Pictures or it didn’t happen,” Kelce grins, cutting straight to the chase. Next to him, Rafe sees Topper’s eyes light with interest, as well as the others too. Fucking desperate losers, trying to catch a glimpse of something that belonged to him. Because they’d never get to see you like that, ever. No one else would. He’d make sure of that.

“It did happen.” Rafe says calmly, “Like I said it would.”

“Okay well, that’s great brother but we’re gonna need proof.” One of the clowns pipes up.

“You don’t need shit,” He shoots back.

“You didn’t take pictures?” Topper asks.

Rafe runs a hand through his hair in frustration. “I did.”

“Then show us. That was the deal.”

He wants to beat the shit out of all of them for daring to ask to see intimate pictures of you. As if you were anything like the other whores he’d fucked in the past, the type of stupid girls him and his friends used every week. You were different, and you were his, and they had no fucking business looking at what was his.

“Look. I don’t give a shit if you don’t believe me.” He mutters, completely over the dumb ass bet and over his friends too. They’d forget about it by tomorrow, ready to become his willing followers once more. They always did.

“C’mon man, you can’t bring our hopes up like that. Either you never fucked her or,” Kelce’s eyes glint when it registers, “Or you’ve gone soft for her. You’ve–”

Rafe grabs him roughly by the collar, a sudden anger coursing through him like he’s been electrocuted. “Listen, you fucking moron. Don’t ever insinuate I’ve gone soft for a goddamned Pogue.”

He spits that last word out like it’s venom, and yet he tried to ignore how hollow it feels. When he realises people are staring, he quietly lets go, smoothing Kelce’s shirt while his friends stare at him fearfully in that way he’s grown used to people looking at him.

“I fucked her,” Rafe says plainly, his tone switching from aggressive to calm in a split second, almost like he’s slipped on a mask, “I fucked her just like I’ve fucked every other Pogue bitch who’s thrown herself at me before her. And it wasn’t anything special. She acts all innocent, but it was easy to get her to spread her legs for me just like I told you it would be.”

He hears a thud, and then a little gasp behind him. So soft, it barely registers. Except it does, and he turns around.

And immediately locks eyes with you.

And then it feels like it’s just him and you. And nobody else is there. And there’s no sound, like both of you have stopped breathing. You stand there, frozen, stricken. Your books on the ground in front of you. Only a few steps behind him, well within earshot. And he sees something break in your expression, porcelain features twisting in hurt, shock, dismay, disbelief.

“Oh shit,” Topper mutters from somewhere behind him. A few of his friends snicker, but Rafe can’t hear them. No, he’s frozen, staring at you as if he can’t quite believe it. And he sees the tears welling in your eyes.

A little broken sob falls from your lips, and then you turn and run. And Rafe wants to chase after you but it’s like he’s frozen in time and space. Watching you run off while he just stands there.

Stands and watches as you run away from him, your hands reaching up blindly to wipe at your face. And that feeling returns tenfold. That feeling that Rafe can’t quite put his finger on, that feeling which he wants to push back down because it suffocates him, and he doesn’t understand it. The feeling consumes him from the inside out, till he feels like he can’t breathe.

And he just stands there and watches until you’re gone.

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[allie-dilaurentis]

But it really is just us against the world, isn't it?

[blues-main]

friends who fuck again

part 1 (both can be read as stand-alones)

jj maybank x fem!reader x kiara carrera | word count: 2.1k

a/n: so apparently I can only write good smut when I'm high af lol, here you go, enjoy! (haven't labelled everything in the content warning cause honestly idek what i put in here)

cw: 18+ content, porn with no plot, threesome (again, Kie and JJ fuck in this, its labelled for what it is) sub!jj (begging, overstimulation, he tells reader to stop and she doesn't), Kie and reader are mean to jj lol but he loves it

It had been weeks since you hooked up with JJ and Kie. There was an awkward sort of tension that none of you knew how to name — each of you thinking the others regretted it, didn’t want to revisit it, all silently, secretly, wanting. 

You hadn’t stopped thinking about it. Late at night. It’d play over and over in your mind as your hand slipped beneath your sleep shorts. Flashes of the night would play through your mind at the most inconvenient times. Sitting at a family dinner, hell, even at work, standing at the register, right in the middle of a conversation. JJ fucking you into oblivion, Kie’s mouth on you, your face buried in her pussy. Fuck. You’d get soaked just thinking about it. 

The others were no better; JJ getting hard the second you’d touch him, fisting his dick later that night to the thought of being buried deep in your pussy while Kie rode his face. Kie would do the same; fingers sliding into herself as she remembered the way your skin felt against hers, the way you tasted, the way you came so pretty on her face. JJ fucking her so hard she saw stars.

Every time they met your eyes, you’d feel a rush of heat, JJ smirking when he’d remember the way you screamed his name — faltering slightly when you’d look away. Kie was more touchy than usual since then — a hand on your knee, her head resting on your chest, drawing small circles into your thigh. The casual touches had you burning, heart thrumming hard in your chest. 

You wanted to talk about it, wanted to ask if they were thinking about it as much as you. Wanted to know if they were feeling the way you were — wanting nothing more than to kiss them again, fuck them. If only you knew. 

It happened at a party of all things — Kie grabbing your hand and pulling you into a room after doing a couple shots, the alcohol running through her fueling her actions. She had pushed you up against the door, smirking against your lips as you flipped the two of you, kissing down her neck. She pulls out her phone discreetly, texting JJ. 

Third door on the left upstairs. 

You’ve got Kie on the bed now, in nothing but her bra, pussy dragging across yours. You’re so wet, it drips down onto Kie, her gasping at the sensation. She’s grasping for something to hold, fingers fisting in your hair as she rolls her hips up against yours. 

You hear the door click open behind you. Shit, you’d forgotten to lock it. You scramble to get off Kie, looking behind you as you pull your skirt down. 

“Relax princess, s’just me. Was hoping I could join.” JJ locks the door behind him. His eyes are dark, smirk dripping in pure sin. 

You barely acknowledge him, giving a small nod as you pull your skirt off, unclipping Kie’s bra in the process and watching it fall off. You’re both completely bare now, JJ letting out a groan as he lies back on the bed next to Kie, sipping his beer as he takes in the view. You roll your hips against Kie’s once again — her letting out an obscene moan at the sensation. 

You lean down to kiss Kie, lips parting against hers to kiss her deeper. She tastes like beer and strawberry bubblegum. The smell of her shampoo is intoxicating as your fingers curl into her hair. You pull back so you’re sitting on your knees, hooking one of your legs over hers, the angle allowing you to grind down onto her deeper. 

JJ’s just lying there, eyes fixed on the spot where you and Kie meet, the sight and the wet sounds making his dick throb in his pants. He pulls his pants and boxers down to his thighs, gripping his dick in his hand, tugging at it as he watches yours and Kie’s faces contort in pleasure. The way Kie’s pussy is dragging across your clit has you so close to coming. 

“Mm, fuckkk — Kie, feels so fucking good,” you moan, eyes drifting over to JJ, biting your lip at how good he looks with his shorts halfway down his thighs, hand stroking his cock. He has his shirt off now — abs flexing as his hand continues moving up and down, thumb brushing over the tip as his eyes flutter closed. 

“Eyes open.” You’re staring at JJ, eyes hard — focused.

His eyes open slowly, watching you as you gesture him closer, your hips still rolling against Kie’s as her head tips back in pure pleasure, hands grasping at your tits. 

JJ shuffles himself closer, pulling off his shorts and boxers in the process. You cup his chin in your hand, pulling his mouth to you, aggressive. JJ practically whimpers against your lips, parting his to let you kiss him deeper — his mind going completely blank. 

JJ’s still chasing your lips as you pull back suddenly, gripping his chin harder, pulling his view to the spot where you and Kie connect. 

“Now watch, but don’t touch.” 

JJ swallows hard. He can’t help but listen, eyes focused on your pussy dragging against Kie’s — completely mesmerized. His hand is still moving up and down when you catch his wrist, pulling it away from his dick. His eyes meet yours quickly, questioning. You smirk, pushing his chin down again, with a quick swipe of your thumb against his lips, pushing the tip in slightly before pulling it away, watching as JJ’s lips part — wet. 

“I said no touching Jay.” 

Kie’s hands grip your hips desperately, pushing you deeper, chasing her orgasm with a high moan. You feel yourself get close, lips messily meeting Kie’s as you feel her come against you. She’s whimpering desperately into your mouth as you kiss her. Your orgasm hits you slow — washes over you in waves as your tongue moves across Kiara’s. 

You push two fingers into her, smirking as she pulls back from the kiss with a loud gasp. She’s pushing your hand away, overstimulated. You laugh, pulling your fingers out of her and moving over to straddle JJ’s lap, swinging your hip over his. You feel his hard dick brush against you and you bite your lip, holding back a moan. 

JJ’s looking up at you — reverent, determined. You push your fingers against his lips, letting him wrap his lips around them and taste the mix of you and Kie. He sucks them into his mouth, moaning at the taste. You push them in and out, JJ swirling his tongue around them — his eyes never leaving yours. 

Kie’s trembling next to you, eyes fluttering as she comes down from her orgasm. You pull your fingers from JJ’s mouth, before moving your hand down to his cock, pumping it slowly as his head falls pathetically to your shoulder, letting out a soft sound. You gesture to Kie to move behind JJ. She presses herself up against his back, wrapping her arms around him, tracing soft lines down his abs as her lips suck and bite at his neck. 

JJ’s gone — utterly and completely gone. He gets lost in the feel of Kie’s lips kissing up and down his neck, one hand tugging on his strands of hair, the other tracing infuriatingly soft lines down his stomach. Her chest brushes against his back. JJ feels an odd sensation of being so relaxed and so aroused all at once. Your hand moves up and down his cock, tugging at it gently as your lips meet his in a soft kiss. 

JJ didn’t realize how much he needed this — to be completely taken care of, pampered almost. Fuck, JJ feels like he could cry as he reaches his orgasm. Your hand moves faster, using your thumb to trace under the tip. You rest your forehead against his, Kie’s face buried in his neck, placing soft kisses to the skin there. 

“Fuck baby — I’m gonna— please—” JJ lets out between moans. You grip him firmer, pulling him into a heated kiss, it’s messy and sloppy and so fucking good. JJ comes hard, spilling over your hand and Kie’s resting on his stomach. He groans into your mouth, biting down on your lip. You stroke him through it, before pushing him down onto the bed, Kie moving out from behind him. Her lips meet his, his hand cupping her jaw, Kie humming into his mouth as his tongue softly traces hers. 

Your hand is still stroking him, using his cum to move your hand faster. JJ’s gasping, overstimulated out of his mind. You bring your mouth to his dick, kissing the tip before taking him into your mouth. Your eyes flutter closed at the taste of him, the feel of him — heavy and hot on your tongue. You look up at him and the sight alone could have you coming — he’s flushed, face red, contorted in mind-numbing pleasure, jaw tense, abs flexing. His lips part around a gasp when your tongue presses flat against the underside of him. His hands push weakly at your head, letting out a soft whimper as Kie kisses him again. 

“Fuck, baby please, s’too much, stop—I can’t—” His voice cuts off with a loud moan as you hollow your cheeks, sucking him harder, his cum dripping out around your lips. You keep going, head moving up and down as you feel him get harder in your mouth. Kiara’s kissing down his neck and JJ’s never felt so good. It’s too good — too much. 

“Please—s’too—fuck baby please stop.” JJ’s head tips back, hands gripping your hair. You swat his hands away, sucking harder for just a second before pulling away. JJ lets out a gasp at the loss — only half relieved. 

You turn to Kie, pulling her towards you before going down on her. You eat her out like you’re starved— nose nudging against her clit, tongue moving up and down before pushing it inside her, over and over. JJ’s watching, hands caressing your back, pushing your hair out of your face as you tongue-fuck Kie’s pussy. Kie comes hard and fast against your face, moaning uncontrollably as her body writhes under yours. 

You look over at JJ, lying back with his arm behind his head, completely breathless, eyes filled with need. You straddle his hips again, letting his tip brush against your wet pussy. You slide his tip back and forth, coating it in your wetness. Your moans mix with JJ’s as his tip brushes your clit. 

“Please baby, fuck me, I need you.” JJ’s eyes plead with you, pushing his hips up slightly, letting his tip sink into you before you push his hips down. 

“Mm-mm, you said it was too much, now you need me?” You smirk as his eyes flutter closed at the feel of your slick dripping down around his dick. Fuck, he needs more. 

“Yes, need you baby please, need to be inside you.” He tries pushing up into you as you lift your hips away from him. You need him just as much — pussy practically throbbing, clenching around nothing — but you don’t want to give in just yet. 

“Too much talking. Kie, you wanna come shut him up?” 

JJ’s eyes widen at your words, groaning as Kie laughs, swinging her leg over his head, straddling his face, pushing her pussy down onto his mouth, facing you, meeting your lips in a messy kiss. 

You finally sink down onto JJ’s cock after teasing him until he was twitching, hips desperately thrusting off the bed, whining into Kie’s dripping cunt. Your eyes roll back at the delicious stretch, feeling his tip nudge that spot inside you that has you reeling. You fuck yourself on his dick, circling your hips just right, grinding down hard. 

You don’t know how long it goes on, party probably over and done by now — JJ lying there while you and Kie take turns riding him, using his dick to get yourselves off. And then his mouth. And then his dick again. JJ takes it. Oh he fucking takes it, groaning into your pussy as he feels Kie clench around him, milking him as he comes deep inside her. 

The three of you lie there, a mess of limbs and sweat, completely fucked out. You hear someone banging on the door, telling you to get the fuck out. You can barely care when you’re this blissed out, watching your best friends kiss slow and soft before leaning in to kiss them yourself. 

Yeah, you were definitely doing this again.

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TWITTER P*LINKS FOR POPE HEYWARD <3

in the car

tapping out

in the car again 🙂‍↕️

“move your hands”

lowkey pope when he was on house arrest

sucking him off

sixty - nine

morning wood

creampie

you and cleo sharing pope

you and pope after movie night

pope coming home to you

tatted pope + backshots

putting you in your place

[duckobucko]

Men Of OBX (OUTERBANKS) XReader

P!Links

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All characters are envisioned to be all above 18 - May be edited to remove deleted links

Bisexual Rafe and JJ live here

mlw + mlm

Mini Masterlist

Updated:

!Audio caution: I find a majority of these clips with audio muted; Apologies for potential cringe audio!

RAFE:

All that weight (PinV)(fem praise)

Buzzcut Rafe era (PinV)

Visiting parents and staying quiet (PinV)

You didn't think he would fit (mlm)(PinA)

Raw (afab PinA/mlm caption)

Taking what you want in the back of his car (PinV)

His 'good morning' video (Solo Male) -pt.2 -pt.3

Hook up buddies (mlm)(PinA)(POC)

House Partyyyy (mlm)(PinA)(Semi-public)

Giving you a hand before he leaves (mlm)(handjob)

Stamina (PinV)

Testing the standing theory (PinV)

He felt like being nice today (clit rubbing)

You finally spend the night (mlm)(PinA)('D@ddy' at the end)

Sneaking away from the bone yard (PinV)

JJ:

You ask and he delivers (Solo Male) -pt.2

You knew the size difference was a good idea (PinV)

"You're pretty, for a Kook" (PinV) -pt.2

Beach Date (PinV)(Semi-Public??)

You told him to hang out until you got back (Solo Male)

You guys met on the beach for sure (PinV)(POC)

Like a sunset on the beach (PinV)(POC)

He's not gonna stop till you say so (PinV)

JOHN B:

He gets bored when you're away(PinV)(Toy)

And they were roommates (mlm)(PinA)

He starting to miss you a little more (Solo Male)

A morning in the chateau (PinV)

He fits perfectly (PinV)

POPE:

Festival break (mlm)(PinA)

He can be rough if you ask (mlm)(PinA)(like 2 spanks)

He can't get enough (PinV)(POC)

No lube needed (PinV)(tatted reader)

JJ's turn to man the camera (PinV)

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MDNI !!!

the only post i'll make for kinkmas :)

⋆⁺₊❅. = x-mas videos

⤷ ゛barry ˎˊ˗

barry has you cuffed, bent over and begging while he pounds you raw

you told barry only the tip, now he’s balls deep inside you

barry's late night fingering cure for your restlessness

barry pins you down and fills you deep

you have to hold the phone while barry fingers you in front of the mirror

⋆⁺₊❅. barry pounding you on christmas eve

⤷ ゛jj ˎˊ˗

jj turns you into his whimpering little slut

you let needy jj grind his aching cock against your sockies

you helpless as jj rails you

you grind on jj's tongue

jj making you choke on his dick

⋆⁺₊❅. like a good little elf you give jj a christmas blowjob

⤷ ゛john b ˎˊ˗

john b fucks you slow and deep on the chateau

you use john b’s tongue like your personal toy (he loves it)

john b drops to his knees and feasts on you right there against the door

you bouncing on john b's dick like you own it

john b double stuffing you

⋆⁺₊❅. getting fucked by john b under the glowing tree

⤷ ゛pope ˎˊ˗

pope buries his face between your thighs until you shake

cuddling with pope as he worships you

pope gets head from you without pausing the game

pope fucking you slow and deep as the sun rises

face down on the bed, pope thrusting into you

⋆⁺₊❅. pope eats you out on christmas morning

⋆⁺₊❅. pope fucks you doggy as your holiday gift

⤷ ゛rafe ˎˊ˗

rafe pins you down and breeds you deep

letting rafe use your throat until he feels better

rafe making your pussy taste like candy before he eats you out

you worshipping rafe's cock with your mouth

rafe and you playing with each other on cam

size kink with rafe

rafe grinding his cock all over your face before you suck him

⋆⁺₊❅. rafe fucking you hard on christmas morning

⋆⁺₊❅. sucking rafe's cock by the christmas fire place

⋆⁺₊❅. you sent this to rafe while he's away on xmas eve again

⤷ ゛topper ˎˊ˗

topper throws your legs over his shoulders missionary and rails you

late night car ride with topper's fingers inside you

stroking topper and then bouncing on him

topper fucks you senseless over the desk

you lying there letting topper rail you senseless

⋆⁺₊❅. you getting wrecked by topper rafe on xmas eve

⤷ ゛ward ˎˊ˗

just a little whimpering mess over ward’s lap

you face down, ass up, letting ward do whatever he wants

watching ward rail you from behind in the mirror

soft whimpers as you rock back against ward's length

you gagging on ward's cock in the kitchen

⋆⁺₊❅. all ward wants for christmas is your warm throat

⤷ ゛extras ˎˊ˗

you in the middle while jj and john b share everything

sloppy makeout with cleo

sarah grinds slowly against you until you both shiver

kiara and you devouring sarah's soft tits

late night sleepover turns into you eating kiara out on her knees

sarah's soft lips on yours while fully naked

⋆⁺₊❅. rafe and topper share you under the christmas lights

⋆⁺₊❅. naughty christmas morning with cleo

⋆⁺₊❅. christmas morning: pope fills your mouth while jj rails you

[prettytheyswag]

double fantasy

summary: confident city girl catches everyone’s attention including the hottest guy’s from each side of the island. What starts as a random invite to a party quickly turns into a tug-of-war for your attention. It’s clear that this ‘trio’ is about to get real messy.

warnings: MDNI 18+ , JJ Maybank x newgirl!reader x Rafe Cameron, smut , oral sex (both f and m receiving) , cum tasting (???) , p in v , teasing , unprotected sex (stay safe!!) , slight spanking.

a/n: hey!! In the middle of writing casual 2 and a new chapter of come back I’m cooking, I came up w this. Let me know your thoughts , would you want a part 2?? Likes make me giggly and Re-blogs earn you a kiss on the mouth.

words: 6.3k+

You stood behind the counter, your hands folding a pair of blue board shorts on autopilot while a loose strand of hair kept falling into your face. You tucked it behind your ear for the third time and blinked, already feeling the familiar ache of exhaustion creeping in. Three hours into your shift and this was only the morning half of your double shift day. The thought of the island club waiting for you tonight didn’t help , at all.

The shop around you buzzed quietly. Teenagers were clustered near the racks, their laughter bubbling up as they debated the best waves to catch today, while others were trash talking the tourists. Or better yet, “tourons,” as the locals liked to call them.

The bell above the door jingled, and….

JJ. of course.

He was one of the best surfers in the OBX , at least in the Cut , and even that felt like an understatement when you saw him out on the water, carving through waves like he was born for it.

He showed up every other day, sometimes just to hang out on the porch and talk trash with the locals, sometimes to swap boards and cause trouble , sometimes just because there was nowhere else he needed to be.

You don’t even flinch when his half-empty water bottle landed on the counter with a dramatic thunk.

“You’re getting tan, city girl” he points out ,

“Your tan’s the goal. You’re basically a walking SPF ad.” you roll your eyes, but the corners of your mouth twitch as well.

“You want something?” you ask, pretending to go back to organizing the surf shorts.

He shrugs. “Thought I’d come annoy you for a minute. Maybe convince you to take a break and come watch the waves with me. Grab some ice cream , maybe”

You give him a look. The kind that said don’t play. “Yeah, well, I still have another six hours here , and then I’m heading straight to the Island Club for another six hour shift.”

He scoffs, sassy , “The island club, seriously?”

“What? Too classy for you?” You smile , nodding at his direction.

He makes a face like he just tasted something sour. “It’s not classy, it’s just full of-” He pauses, twirling his finger in the air like the word would appear. “Full of preppy guys with polos , button-downs and guys like Topper who’ve taken more L’s than their boat’s take gas”

You snort nodding “You’re not wrong on that.”

“So let me get this straight. You're gonna spend all day in here folding board shorts and selling board wax , then go spend all night pouring overpriced drinks for Kooks who’d run over a sea turtle just for the fun of it?”

“Yup,” you say, popping the p. “And then I’m gonna do it all again tomorrow, and the day after that”

He let out a low whistle , clearly sarcastic “Living the dream , city girl.”

You mock-bow. “Thank you for your support, Sherlock”

“Well,” he says, drawing the word out as he stretches his arms over his head, “don’t work too hard. Would be a shame if you showed up to the party this weekend looking like you got hit by a truck full of surf wax and spilled mojitos.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Did you just subtly ask if I’m going?”

“What? No. I was just… making an observation. A very general, completely hypothetical observation.” He chuckles , scratching the crook of his neck.

“Right,” you stretch out the word holding back a giggle “okay , then. I’ll take it easy.”

JJ smiles, biting the inside of his cheek, but his eyes flickered toward the door, like he didn’t actually want to leave just yet. “So… you coming?”

You shrug,“If I survive the next few shifts without collapsing. And if I feel like dealing with drunk Kooks and backyard beer pong, then maybe”

“There’ll be fireworks,” he says. “And maybe , i’ll make sure I steal a keg stand with your name on it.”

You laugh, for real this time, the kind that sneaks up on you when you’re trying to act unbothered. “Oh, a keg stand with my name on it? Trying to impress me?”

“Is it working?” He asks , smiling like a little kid , readjusting his backwards cup a few times.

It is working. And that’s the problem.

You tilt your head, putting your armor back on. “Maybe. But don’t think a stolen keg stand’s gonna win me over that easy.”

The bell jingles again as the door swings open, and JJ gives you one last look , lifting two fingers before stepping out into the sunshine.

You watch him go, a soft smile lingering on your lips as you shake your head.

Fuck.

Were you blushing?

Nope.

The sun was dipping below the horizon, painting the sky a soft pink as you finished up with your shift at the surf shop. Now, it was time to switch gears. Time to trade sandy boards and wax for the crisp work polo and mini skirt of the Island Club.

Sliding behind the gleaming bar, you took a steadying breath. This was your grind now, the night shift that paid better but came with a different kind of challenge. The surf shop had JJ , but the Island club had Rafe.

Rafe Cameron.

Speaking of the devil , for everyone else at least …

He sat on your section , like always. You had the power to soften him up , just a bit , just enough for him to not want to bite your head off.

“Hey,” he said quietly, voice lower than usual, like he was measuring how tired you really were. No smirk, just the ghost of one. “Long shift?”

You nod, tucking your notepad into your apron. “Double. Again.”

“Same drink?” you ask, already reaching for the top shelf.

“Yeah, whiskey” he replies, then hesitating he asks “You eat yet?”

That made you pause. These days it seems he’s on the top of your list of people who care enough to ask something about you. Which was strange.

“Uh..no, no time. Came here straight from the surf shop”

He doesn’t say anything, just gives a small, almost imperceptible nod, a silent ‘noted’ before his gaze drifts away for a moment, disapproving but unspoken.

You slide the whiskey glass to him and he mumbles a ‘thank you’ taking a sip , swirling the golden liquid on his tongue.

The bar buzzed around you as you kept moving between orders and customers , glasses clinking, soft laughter, music humming in the background, you couldn’t help sneaking glances his way every now and then. He watched you, but not in a way that made you uncomfortable, more like someone silently rooting for you to make it through the night without collapsing on the floor.

Once, he caught you staring, a real smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, gentle and unexpected. He shook his head like he was amused by his own soft side.

The rest of the night passed in a blur , orders, tired steps, and phony smiles that made your cheeks hurt. Somewhere along the way, Rafe disappeared, probably slipping out without a word. You found yourself watching the door for a moment longer than usual, disappointment bubbling quietly in your gut.

You slung your bag over your shoulder, stepping out into the humid Carolina night air, finally free from the polished quiet of the club and already daydreaming of the soft bed waiting for you at home. You were halfway to your bike when you heard him behind you, calling your name , a teasing ‘miss’ on the front of it.

“Rafe?” you turn clawing nervously at the strap of your bag, “thought you left”

“Without saying goodnight?” He shakes his head “I would never”

He hesitates, then pulls a brown paper bag from the backseat of his car , closing the door behind him. “Got you something. Couldn’t leave you starving.”

You blink , once again , caught off guard “You got me food?”

He shrugs, easy. “Yeah. Figured you’d want to eat before you crash. Burgers okay?”

He nods at the steps outside the country club and starts walking there , bag in hand , assuming you’ll follow , and you do.

You both settle on the cool concrete steps. He pulls out the burgers, handing you one along with a small paper carton of fries, carefully setting the bag down so the food wouldn’t touch the pavement.

Rafe takes a big bite of his burger , tossing a fry on his mouth , “You’ll come to the party this weekend , right?”

You wipe some ketchup from the corner of your mouth and shrug “What’s the deal with this party ? You’re the second person asking me today”

That makes his eyebrows lift, fry still mid-air. “You saying I’ve got competition?”

You grin around a bite “Depends. You planning on stepping up your game?”

He lets out a laugh, sitting back on his hands, swallowing his bite and titling his head “I brought you dinner, didn’t I? That’s gotta count for something, right?”

You tilt your head, tapping your chin and pretending to think it over “Hmm. You can’t just win me over with a burger”

“So I do gotta step up my game , huh?” He hums , taking another fry.

“You might” you chuckled.

The bonfire was already raging by the time you got there.

Which made complete sense. Around here, this monthly party had earned its own nickname , the three-way burrito , because it was the only place you’d ever find Kooks, Pogues, and Tourons all in one spot without someone throwing a punch, or someone’s head flying off their shoulders.

Well… most of the time.

You’re not even sure who actually convinced you to show up tonight.

Was it the stolen keg stand with your name on it?The late-night burgers on the country club steps?

No idea. Probably both. Probably neither.

You’d spent all day elbow-deep in surf wax and then six more hours serving rich old men. You had no business being out here. But here you were, shoes already full of sand, stepping straight into the chaos. Already half-regretting trading your warm , soft bed for this.

You were still trying to decide if the noise, the heat from the bonfire, and the smell of smoke mixed with salty ocean air were worth it, when the familiar voice cut your attention.

“I was hoping my keg stand would lure you to come” JJ says, grinning like he’d won some private bet.

“I don’t see a personalized keg stand though” you look around , and smirk when your gaze meets his again.

He scratches the back of his neck, sheepish but cheeky. “Didn’t want to go to jail and miss you.”

You sigh, playing the drama queen. “I’ll let it slide , this time. But don’t let it happen again.” You point a finger at him, half warning, half teasing.

You were still laughing at JJ’s pouty face when you felt it , that shift. Like someone turned the volume down on everything but your pulse.

It didn’t take long to spot him.

Rafe.

Of course.

Cause this was your life now.

JJ straightens up slightly beside you, jaw ticking just once.

“Didn’t think you’d actually come,” Rafe finally says.

“Me neither , honestly , but I couldn’t resist” you say , making sure both of them feel included.

“Good thing I brought backup,” JJ adds, gesturing vaguely toward the keg like it was some grand romantic gesture. “She’s got a VIP spot.”

Rafe’s gaze doesn’t waver “Yeah? Funny. I thought she already had one.” He says pointing vaguely at himself.

“You two fighting over VIP privileges now?” You scoff , playfully rolling your eyes.

JJ grins. “What can I say? I know a star when I see one.”

Rafe’s eyes never leave yours, “So do I.” He says like a child fighting for your attention.

You snort, biting back a smile. “Alright. If you keep this up , I might start charging appearance fees.”

JJ dramatically claws at his heart. “Worth every penny.”

Rafe, still calm and collected, takes a slow sip from his cup. “I’d pay in cash.”

The party has thinned out, the fire burning low now. You were seconds away from leaving without saying goodbye to anyone. You’d made your appearance, you’d survived the chaos, and now you wanted your soft sheeted cloud bed more than you wanted air.

You were just brushing sand off your legs when JJ appears again, drink in hand and his hair messier than before.

“Heading out?” he asks, tilting his head like a golden retriever.

You nod. “Yeah. Before I fall asleep standing up.”

JJ grins. “Cool. I’ll walk you, yeah?”

You open your mouth to respond but..

Once again.

Rafe.

He waves a hand , dismissively “I’ll walk her”

JJ scoffs half-joking. “Oh, we’re doing this now? That’s not your call”

“Everything about her is my call” Rafe narrows his eyes.

Your hands go up like you were breaking up a fight in gym class. “Yeah, no. This is not a custody battle. I’m just trying to go home.”

JJ throws his hands up. “I’m just saying I offered first-”

“And I’m just saying she doesn’t need you hovering over her like a golden retriever.” Rafe shoots back

You pinch the bridge of your nose sighing “How about you both walk me , or maybe neither?”

Silence. One heartbeat. Then two.

JJ blinks. “I mean…yeah?”

Rafe looks at you, then at JJ, then back at you again , then grumbled “Fine.”

You give them both a look, unimpressed but secretly amused. “Cool. Great. Let’s go, bodyguards.”

The three of you fall into step, the party noise fading behind. Sand shifts beneath your feet, cool now in the late night air.

JJ was chatting, trying to keep the mood light, but you could tell he was watching you closely, like you were the most important thing in the world.

Rafe walked quietly, his eyes locked on the path ahead but occasionally darting to you, like he was guarding some secret he didn’t want you to see.

“So,” JJ said, breaking the silence, “how’s the double shift treating you? Ready to sign up for another round?” His grin was teasing, but you caught a flicker of genuine concern.

You snort. “Are you kidding? I’m counting down the minutes till I’m horizontal.”

Rafe’s voice cut in, calm but with an edge you couldn’t ignore. “You’re pushing yourself too hard. You’re not invincible.”

“You’re underestimating me” you tease “Maybe I just like having you both worrying,” you add, voice low, almost daring.

JJ grins like he’s won a secret prize. “Told you. VIP treatment all the way.”

You reach your door, keys clinking softly as you dig through your bag. The silence behind you stretches just long enough to feel awkward , and kind of funny.

You glance over your shoulder.

“Well. Since you both insisted on walking me all the way home... might as well come in for a bit.”

They blink. Like you’d just spoken in another language.

JJ’s eyebrows shoot up. “Wait, wha-”

“Shut the fuck up,” Rafe mutters, elbowing him hard in the ribs.

JJ stares at him for a beat, then just grins, shaking his head. “Fine. Cool. No commentary.”

You unlock the door and step inside like it’s no big deal , even though your pulse is tapping annoyingly at your neck and you can practically feel them both thinking way too loudly.

You glance over your shoulder again.

“You gonna come in, or what?”

They follow you in , JJ first, bouncing in like he’s been here a hundred times, even though he definitely hasn’t. His shoes squeak a little against the hardwood. Rafe lingers by the door a second longer. His shirt clung to the curve of his biceps, damp from the heat and salt air . His hand brushing the frame before he finally steps inside, eyes scanning the place like he’s trying to memorize it.

You hang your keys on the brass hook next to your door and take off your shoes. “Don’t touch anything sacred,” you say, half-joking, half-not.

JJ’s already eyeing the vintage record player in the corner. “So this is your cave of mystery, huh?”

You snort, dropping your bag by the couch. The cushions let out a soft sigh as the bag sinks in. A blanket is still draped over one armrest, rumpled from last night.

“Cave of exhaustion,” you correct. “Where I collapse and pretend tomorrow doesn’t exist.”

Rafe leans back against the wall. His arms are crossed, but his fingers twitch restlessly at the edge of his short sleeve. His blue eyes following every move you made, like he was committing each one to memory, even if he wouldn’t admit it out loud.

You raise an eyebrow. “You good?”

He nods once, slowly. “Didn’t expect to be here.”

“Neither did I,” you admit, and for a second, that hangs between you three, honest and weirdly intimate.

You swallow hard, suddenly aware of the way his quiet steadiness pulled at something inside you , like gravity you couldn’t fight. Where JJ was light and easy, Rafe was a steady rhythm you could lean on.

You grab three sodas from the fridge, press the cold tints to your arm to cool yourself down before tossing them one by one. JJ catches his like it’s a game. Rafe barely glances up and still snags his mid-air.

“And a good host” JJ noted chuckling.

You go to catch your last tint, but it slips from your fingers. Time slows for a beat before Rafe’s hand is there, steady and sure, catching it before it hits the floor. Your fingers brush , just for a second , light enough you almost think you imagined it. Still, it makes your pulse jump.

“Got you” he says.

You set your soda down on the coffee table, the clink echoing softly in the quiet room. Both of them follow suit, the three of you now clustered in the small living room. You settle next to JJ on the couch, shooting a glance his way before patting the empty space next to you.

“Come on,” you say, voice casual but with a hint of challenge.

Rafe eyes the spot, then you, and finally slides in next to you, close enough that you can feel the warmth radiating off him. JJ shifts just a little, grinning like he’s betting the night’s just getting started.

They both look at you, eyes wide and curious, like they’re waiting for you to drop the secret you haven’t shared yet. You watch them, shifting your gaze between JJ’s confident grin and Rafe’s steady, unreadable expression.

Rafe’s eyes flicker back to you, a flicker of nervous excitement dancing just beneath his calm exterior. For a second, he looks almost caught off guard , like he’s wondering if this is really happening.

You lean in slowly, the air between you charged and electric. His breath catches when your lips meet his, sweet and sure, like you’ve been holding back just as much as he has.

You pull back just enough to catch your breath, your pulse hammering loud in your ears. Without missing a beat, you turn toward JJ.

He catches the shift instantly, his confident grin widening as you lean in and press your lips to his , sweet and sure all over again.

JJ’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise, then he’s all in, the spark between you crackling as his hand finds the small of your back, pulling you a little closer.

Rafe clears his throat, but the corners of his mouth twitch into a reluctant smile.

You bite your lip and then without missing a beat , JJ is kissing your shoulder while on the other side Rafe kisses your neck. JJ’s lips are warm and light, a featherlike touch that makes you catch your breath. Your breath catches, uneven and shallow. On the other side, Rafe’s gentle kisses trail along your neck, steady and quiet, like he’s trying to memorize the moment

You lean into the feeling, eyes practically rolling back , savoring the closeness. Your fingers drift to Rafe’s arm, warm fingertips resting there softly, while your other hand tangles JJ’s hair tensing around it and cradling his head close to your skin.

“You’re so beautiful” one of them murmurs. You don’t know which , and somehow, that makes it better. Hotter.

You don’t even answer , not with words. Instead, you let your fingers trail up Rafe’s arm, slow and deliberate, until your hand rests over his chest. You can feel his heartbeat there, quick beneath your palm. It’s a quiet giveaway. He’s always so composed, but not right now. Not with you this close.

JJ’s breath grazes your collarbone, a soft exhale that sends a shiver right through you.

His hand brushes your thigh, grounding, like he’s making sure you’re still here with him too.

You shift slightly, just enough to slide your top off, letting it fall beside the couch in a soft rustle of fabric. The air brushes against your bare shoulders, cooler than expected, goose bumps rising up your skin.

“Holy shit” JJ pants , voice low and ragged, thick with disbelief and something desperate.

You glance over at him through your lashes. His pupils are blown wide, cheeks slightly flushed, chest rising and falling a little faster than before. His fingers twitch against his pants, like he wants to touch but doesn’t know if he’s allowed yet. Like he doesn’t want to ruin it.

Rafe’s gaze is hotter, quieter. He hasn’t moved , hasn’t even blinked. But his eyes are locked on you. His tongue flicks across his bottom lip, slow, almost absentminded. His breathing is shallower now too.

Controlled.

Barely.

You tilt your head slightly, meeting each of their eyes in turn , holding Rafe’s just a second longer, then flicking back to JJ, whose breath visibly catches.

The air between you all is thick now , not just with tension, but with need and expectation.

Then, still wordless, you stand.

They both track your every move, heads tilted upward in awe. You pause, just long enough to let their imaginations go wild, then look over your shoulder with the kind of smile that says I know exactly what I’m doing.

JJ blinks. “Wait—”

Rafe doesn’t wait . He bolts up from his seat and follows you.

You don’t wait for them. You turn and walk down the short hallway, bare shoulders glowing in the dim light.

Behind you, you hear the shuffle of movement, the quiet curse from JJ under his breath, and Rafe telling him to ‘shut his mouth’.

You push open the bedroom door with your fingertips and slip inside.The air is cooler here, shadows stretching long across the floor from the hallway light. But it’s the scent that catches you first , warm, dreamy, and lingering , rose and gardenia, your favorite Maria Novella perfume still hanging heavy on the sheets, even hours after you sprayed it on yourself.

Rafe freezes just inside the doorway, like he’s stepped into a dream again, his breath shallow, eyes drinking in the space and you.

Slowly, he leans in, lips brushing against yours with a tenderness that makes your pulse quicken. His kiss deepens, slow and unhurried, the warmth of him grounding and electrifying all at once, when you feel a warm breath against the skin of your shoulder.

JJ’s mouth follows, pressing soft, fleeting kisses along the tender skin, light enough to send a shiver down your spine, his hands gently palming your breasts. His breath catching and your nipples hardening to the point of pain , straining against the lace of your bra, both from the fire of his palms and the breeze coming from the ceiling fan.

Your body shifts slightly between them, caught in the delicious pull of both their attention. The room hums with quiet energy, charged and full of unspoken promises.

Rafe pulls back, breath coming in slow, measured bursts, his eyes locking with yours. For a moment, he holds your gaze, as if silently asking for permission. The air between you feels charged, heavy with anticipation and aching need.

You nod, the movement small but enough to give him the green light. His hands move deliberately to the hem of his shirt, lifting it slowly. As he pulls the fabric over his head, you can’t help but watch the way his muscles shift beneath his skin, the smoothness of his chest catching the light in the room.

Behind you, you feel JJ’s presence even closer now, his chest lightly brushing against your back. His lips find your neck, hot against your skin, sending a ripple of heat pooling in your lower abdomen. The room is filled with a quiet, electric tension. The soft sound of your breaths, the barely-there movements of hands, it all creates a rhythm, a dance of need and quiet longing.

JJ watches Rafe for a beat, then huffs a soft laugh under his breath , like he’s not about to be outdone. He peels his own shirt over his head in one smooth motion, dropping it carelessly beside the bed.

You reach down slowly, fingers finding the zipper at your hip. You don’t rush. You don’t need to , not with their eyes on you like that.

The skirt slides down with a whisper of fabric against skin, pooling at your feet. You step out of it, deliberate, almost teasing, the cool air brushing your now-bare legs and raising goosebumps along your skin.

Neither of them says anything , they don’t have to. It’s written all over their flushed faces.

You walk backwards , until the back of your knees hit the bed. You lay down and their eyes follow your hands as you slowly peel the black lace down your knees. Rafe steps closer , unable to resist he ran his hand up your thigh , raising goosebumps on the skin. You moan softly at his warm fingertips , and he grasps the lace panties lying on your knees jerking it completely off and putting them on his pocket. He looks at you in a way that makes you want to melt , right here and there , next to the pile of clothes on the floor.

The mattress sank , slightly, as JJ crawls next to you , his tongue and teeth dragging along your collarbone and up your neck , breath warm and tickling as he panted , “That okay?” Toying with the strap of your bra.

“Yes” you breathe , more like a gasp as you feel Rafe’s mouth on your legs , kissing behind your knee before draping your leg over his shoulder , his hot lips now trailing up your thigh , the ache between your legs almost unbearable , you have to try and squeeze your legs together.

“Uh uh” he disapproves , breathy , teasing , nudging your legs apart and settling his head between them.

You were about to beg , beg for him to do something , anything to relieve the tension that’s building on your body. But JJ’s mouth on yours shut you up , his touch was electric , the sensation combined with Rafe’s was almost too much. But at the same time , not enough.

Rafe’s hands grip your hips , like they are his lifeline. Kneading the flesh filling his palms. “You’re so soft” he murmurs against the skin of your stomach , trailing hot open-mouthed kisses , throwing a nip here and there , as if trying to taste you fully.

“Rafe” you gasp as he hums , the sound making your already sensitive pussy vibrate , and he groans in response unable to stop himself. He kisses on the mound gently , running a finger up your lips. You moan again , and wanting to make sure JJ feels included you tug at his hair , pulling him in another heated kiss , letting him swallow your moans with his tongue.

You shiver as JJ slides your bra completely off , letting your breasts spill free. Hot and hungry his mouth latches onto a nipple sucking so hard , strings of drool appear. Hands flying on both of the guys heads. One on Rafe’s head , who’s face was buried in between you hips , taking care of the aching need deep inside you , and the other running through JJ’s blonde messy hair , tugging him closer to your breasts. Each demanding attention.

Rafe’s warm fingertips teased your swollen clit , rubbing slow and gentle circles while his tongue was licking flat and slow stripes in between your pussy lips. Moaning like he was the one receiving all the pleasure.

“Oh fuck” your hips stutter against his mouth , back arching off the bed and into JJ’s hot skin. Rafe lifts his head , chin glistering with both his saliva and your juices.

He doesn’t mind.

Not at all.

He savors it.

Panting and slightly trembling, you change positions, making them both lay next to each other , heads resting against the headboard of the bed. Your fingers find their way to both their waistbands , tugging at the fabric , they get the cue , quickly lifting their hips and removing their pants and boxers all at once .

Cause no man could ever deny you anything , least of all JJ and Rafe.

Their cocks swinging free. Both hard and throbbing with want. You engulf Rafe’s in your mouth and down your throat, tasting the saltiness on his pre-cum on your tongue , expertly rolling the foreskin back , while your hand reaches to stroke JJ’s cock , exploring it with you slender fingers and teasing the slick sensitive tip with your thumb.

Rafe’s hips jerk up “fuck” he groans , and it may be the hottest thing you’ve ever heard, and blended with JJ’s strangled noises as you circled the tip of his cock?

Heaven.

You switch between them a few times , taking JJ’s entire length on you mouth , right down to the root, lips parting around him , hollowing your cheeks in a way that made his hips buck. Meanwhile Rafe writhes and pants as he watches you with JJ and feels your fingertips squeezing teasingly his wet heat.

At some point , Rafe positions himself over you, his thighs on either side of your hips, his burning gaze locked with yours. The air is charged with an electric tension that makes you shiver. Your body is humming in anticipation, the proximity of these two men driving you to the brink of insanity. “Just like that,” he murmurs breath hot and burning against the tender skin of your neck “my turn yeah?”.

“And what? I just watch?” JJ pants , a small scoff escaping him.

“Yeah you shut the fuck up and take the backseat” Rafe snaps.

JJ huffs on your side and continues leaving open-mouthed kisses on the skin of your neck and jaw , brushing your hair out of your face , his hand slipping in between you bodies and pinching your nipple, making you gasp so he could swallow it right up.

Your thighs clench into Rafe’s sides as he shifts rubbing the head of his cock against your folds , using your heat as lubricant , blended with his pre-cum. And he makes eye-contact.

Fuck.

The sensations almost overwhelming. The fire of his blue eyes burning through yours , JJ’s soft lips and tongue trailing kisses along your skin, impossible for you to focus on either.

Rafe’s cock disappears into your body with a long steady thrust, making your head fall on your side , giving more access of your neck to JJ , who takes advantage of the position and devours your neck likes it’s his last meal.

“Fuck, fuck that-“ you gasp out nails digging on Rafe’s back,

“Don’t stop” your hips lifting involuntarily, trying to take Rafe deeper inside you. JJ kisses your mouth as you moan and reaches between your bodies to rub your swollen clit , making your head roll back.

“You’re perfect” Rafe pants in your ear, pushing his cock in and out of your sliding pussy in a way that makes your face grow hotter , that flush making him grunt , burying his face on your chest , sucking and bitting the flesh. “Shit I’m so close”.

JJ’s thumb on your mouth muffles your moans as you lick and suck on it, which turns him on even more , making him grow impatient for his turn to come.

Or cum. Which he already kinda was, by the way.

His rigid cock still untouched but already leaking at the tip , he rubs the cum with his finger and brings it back in your mouth , making you taste the saltiness of him , and you do . Gladly.

“Good, good girl” JJ breathes , voice low and velvety.

You lick your lip and gulp, the groaning sounds Rafe is making are almost your undoing. You try to hold on to something , a muscled arm , the back of a head , anything. Rafe caught up in his own orgasm, wraps your legs tighter around his waist to pull you even closer , heels digging into his ass , enough to emerge your bodies and souls together. He keeps kissing you everywhere , corners of your mouth , cheeks, jaw , ‘his’ side of your neck, while JJ has the other.

Rafe hits the sweet spot dip between your hips and you arch off the bed , a broken moan leaving your mouth as you hit your climax , Rafe already spilling deep inside you painting your walls white with his cum , pulling a bit out , making you both gasp and then sloppily pushing it back in, riding off both of you highs.

“My turn , man. Get off” JJ nudges Rafe’s shoulder , fed up and painfully turned on.

Rafe pulling out left you empty and slightly disappointed , but it doesn’t take long and you’re already stretched out again , now with JJ’s cock , Rafe’s cum making it easier to access and move, your already sensitive body already trembling.

On your side , Rafe is kissing your arm , down your hand and then up your shoulder , before connecting his mouth with yours , his hot tongue tasting all of you. One of your hands cup the crook of his neck as you moan in his mouth and the other digging on JJ’s muscled back , enough to make him his , the pain delicious and oddly erotic.

“Harder” you gasp squeezing your thighs around JJ , eyes rolling back.

“Harder?”

“Yeah” you moaned urging him by nipping at his shoulder.

Rafe pulls his mouth away for a second so JJ could flip you onto your stomach and get back on top of you. He spreads your cheeks and you arch your hips off the bed to give him better access. His callused palms grip your hips and groans as he enters you, “you okay?”

“Yeah” you moan , reaching for Rafe , who’s pressing velvet kisses on your back , pulling your hair to the side.

“Fuck you’re so hot” Rafe grabs your jaw so you could turn your head to the side and look at him as he spoke. Reaching between bodies and connecting his palm with your ass cheek , the red of his handprint painting your skin, making you gasp.

“Shit you like that huh?” JJ asks tauntingly thrusting deeper inside you, balls slapping against your ass cheeks.

“I love it” you moan feeling Rafe’s mouth on your neck again , marking his territory, breath hot and tingly against your skin.

JJ lifts his hand slapping against your ass , so now you’ve got the red of his handprint as well, making you push back against his cock, “you love it?”

“Yes ! Yes!” you hum, nodding vigorously against the sheets.

“Lets try something , get on your sides” Rafe orders , gesturing with his hands.

JJ furrows his eyebrows and reluctantly gets off you so you can turn on your side.

“Like that , get behind her”

JJ does so , spooning you from the back , hand around you waist , confused as fuck. “Now what , man?” He scoffs “you cant just blue-ball me like this”

Rafe says your name to grab your attention “You want us both?”

“Obviously?” You huff breathlessly.

“Wanna try both at the same time?” He asks , crawling to your other side so he was facing you. You paused and JJ went rigid behind you. “Y’know like..double penetration” he says , voice low and hopeful.

“I’m in” JJ blurts out.

“Yeah figured, I’m not asking you” Rafe rolls his eyes , keeping his gaze locked with yours to make sure you’re in on this and not uncomfortable.

“Yes” you nod.

You fucking nod.

Holy. Shit.

Both guys move quickly into position. JJ on your back and Rafe on your front.

JJ spreads your ass cheeks with his hands and slowly slides inside you , careful so you can adjust to the “fullness” of the filling. You reach behind your shoulder and touch his head , bringing his face closer to your neck.

Meanwhile Rafe is making sure your legs are held open as he thrusted from your front , his cock massaging your inner walls, eyes wide.

You want to both melt and tense at the same time. A delicious mix of pain and unbelievable pleasure. Neither of you moved for a while. You stay there , sandwiched between them , split open and absolutely stuffed. Every inch of you staying filled. No part dissatisfied.

Mute with ecstasy you can only breathe as the two men start moving , their thrusts gentle and careful. Their hands are everywhere. Rafe’s gripping your ass , bringing you closer to his body , JJ’s are on your breasts, cupping and squeezing your flesh while his breath tickles your ear.

JJ quickly reaches his climax , since he was already close. Forehead falling on the back of your shoulder , trailing lazy kisses on your back. “Jesus” he rasps and it’s enough to slide a shiver down your spine and bring you over the edge , arching to Rafe’s sweaty chest.

The added contact makes goosebumps run down his skin. With one last roll of his hips he releases his seed deep between your hips, still holding you close, he reaches up with his thumb , pulling your lower lip down and sucking on it with a hum. After a few moments , both of them slide out of you.

Then you slept , still sandwiched between the two guys in a familiar embrace. Even in sleep both men wordlessly competing for your attention and affection.

[missposessive]

late kinktober episode.

this is nasty. enjoy.

roll the tape…

“i dunno, i’ve never really thought about it.” jj shrugged, eyeing you as you folded clothes. you shared a look, a knowing one. a look of ‘i’m not against it, just never really crossed my mind.’

and that’s how you ended up sitting back as you watched two blonde boys fighting for dominance with their tongues.— really showed how much of men they really were. you smiled, running your fingers through jj’s hair as his hand rubbed your thigh. rafe couldn’t help but mirror his actions, moaning into his mouth. they were more into it than they’d ever care to admit, but the second you leaned forward, they parted their faces, a string of saliva between them as they both fluttered their eyes open, meeting yours.

“don’t stop on my account.” you smiled widely before rafe practically jumped on you, kissing your lips. you moaned not only from the taste of jj on him, but the way he pressed against you, his clothed cock twitching against your leg. jj took that opportunity to reach around, unbuckling rafe’s pants.

he wasted no time pulling them down, pre-cum leaking on your bare leg as you bit back a moan.

jj’s hand found rafe’s shoulder, rubbing it gently as he used his free hand to rid rafe of his boxers. he stared at the sight in awe, letting out a shaky breath. rafe’s hand darted to your panties, rubbing your clit through the soaked fabric before pulling back to look at you. his hands roamed your thighs as your eyes darted between the two blondes. “fuck,” you muttered out, biting back a moan as you sunk your teeth into your bottom lip. “shit, i love you.” jj mumbled out, high off the sight. rafe only let out a breathy laugh in response before he pulled your panties to the side, far too impatient to get them off of you.

all three of your guys’ clothes piled on the floor as rafe aligned his cock with your entrance, giving you a quick look to make sure this is still what you wanted, jj’s face mirroring his. you nodded, grabbing onto rafe’s arm before he slowly slid himself into you, letting out a groan.

“fuck me.” he spoke, keeping his hips still before he pulled them back, pushing them back in no later than 5 seconds after. the feeling of you tightening around him made him let out a shaky breath, all the while jj couldn't tear his eyes away. he was liking this a tremendous amount -- more than he ever thought he would. he quickly got on the bed, calloused hands going to caress your face, thumb hovering over your lips as spoke softly to you, rafe continuing to ruin your hole with almost a little remorse.

"shh, it's okay baby."

"sound so pretty."

"i know, i know."

tears pooled in the corner of your eyes. these two men taking care of you while simultaneously ruining you made everything feel otherworldly. then you got that familiar feeling in your stomach. you were close already which was almost..embarrasing. but as quick as rafe got inside you, he pulled out of you, gold chain dangling, chest red and heaving as he looked down, seeing the ring of cum around his cock. the mess you'd created, at that. he gave the both of you a cocky smile-- typical.

"almost came inside you, mama. watch it." rafe muttered, tapping your thigh before he pulled his head back. you looked up at him, vision slightly blurred, skin hot. jj caressed your arm, moving his body to get on you, a thick piece of his blonde hair falling into his face like it usually did when he was on top of you--without fail. he gave you a small smile, wiping a tear from your cheek as he leaned down to kiss you, long enough for you to get impatient, but short enough to keep you wanting more.

rafe circled the bed, jj looking up at him before rubbing his tip against your slit, sucking in a harsh breath. jj grabbed the side of your hip, gently pressing into your skin before sliding his cock inside of you, grabbing your legs and putting them around his waist for stability.

sure.

you'd already adjusted to rafe's size, so it was no problem adjusting to jj's. he wasted no time thrusting into you, "fuck, babe. so warm." he grunted, his eyes darting between your face, your hand gripping the sheets, your tits, and the sight of cock moving in and out of you. rafe took that opportunity to touch your face, admiring your puffy lips and glassy eyes. sadistic fuck he was.

while you lips were parted from the amount of moans you let out while jj hammered into you, gripping at your tits like his life depended on it-- it almost did, rafe leaned down for just a small second, holding your face as he let a small sliver of spit fall into your mouth, rubbing your lips while he smiled, seeing you swallow.

"good fuckin' girl."

jj almost bottomed out at that, letting out a 'fuck' before leaning down to mark your neck. it's like they were having a competition with each other. men.

rafe glanced down at you, tilting his head as you fluttered your eyes open, watching him closely, your hand that wasn't ripping holes into the sheet now finding jj's hair. rafe gripped the base of his cock, pulling your lip down until you opened your mouth, sliding himself past your lips. he didn't move, just watched as your lips took his tip in so graciously.

and when he slid in a few more times?

you were a goner.

both holes being ruined. and you liked it. they were going to continue ruining you, and you'd take it.

'cause two's always better than one, right?