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but daddy i love him!
âno, iâm not coming to my senses. i know heâs crazy but heâs the one i want.â
pairing: rafe cameron x innocent kook!reader
word count: 5.8k
warnings: smut, minors dni!!! dry humping & fingering. corruption kink of sorts (rafe and an innocent reader has taken over me fully i apologize). parental violence/verbal abuse. fighting. rafe showing his true colors but quickly hiding it from the reader because rafe is a big softie for them. pet names (sweetheart, honey, darling, baby, pretty/good girl). aftercare. let me know if i miss any!
mood board!
rafe cameron was bad news.
anyone in the outer banks could tell you that.
he was a fighter, a shit-talker, a guy who you couldnât trust.
but there was something so intriguing about him that you just couldnât turn away.
from the day you moved to island almost 10 years ago, you havenât been able to get him off your mind. you would see him at parties, the country club, when you would hang out with his sister, around town on his motorbike with his buddies. but you had to push that crush deep down because no one in their right mind would go after that boy.
except you.
you stretched yourself on the court, waiting for your dad to come out with drinks before your tennis match. thatâs when you saw him and his friends making their way to the locker room. they had just got done their round of golf, you could tell by their bags. you tried not to stare, but your eyes seemed to have a mind of their own.
âhey, y/n.â you heard him call, with a smirk painted across his face.
your face blushed and you waved to him. âhey rafe.â play it cool, play it cool.
you can see him look you up and down, staring at your legs. ânice skirt.â
you looked down at the new, white tennis skirt your dad had bought you for your report card. your fingers found a loose thread, beginning to toy with it to deal with the embarrassment you felt. ât-thanks.â
he nods before looking behind you. âmr. y/l/n.â he nods with a quick wave. you turn around to see your dad with two waters and a stern look on his face. âenjoy your game.â he says before going inside.
your dad stands over you as you sit, handing a water bottle over. âthat cameron boyâŚâ he lets out a deep sigh.
âwhat?â you question, getting up and brushing your legs off.
your dad pinches the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes. âheâs not the kind of guy you want to be friends with, sweetie. heâs a bad seed.â
âbut how do you know that?â you question, trying not to sound too suspicious.
your dad picks up his racket and makes his way over to his side of the net. âi know ward cameron. and i know how rafe is just like his dad, thinks he can get anything he wants. thinks there is no consequences to life. but there is. there always is.â your dad shakes his head. âi saw him beating up some kid here not that long ago. sure, he was a pogue but doesnât give rafe the right to walk around like the king of the outer banks. but until someone stops him, humbles him, thingsâll never change.â
you stand there, uncomfortable. all you wanted to do was defend rafe, though you werenât close like that. but your dad is a one way street. itâs his way or no way. so all you can do is nod. âohâŚokay.â you say simply, getting ready for the match.
âjust promise me you wonât get mixed up with the likes of that boy, please?â your father looks sincere.
you bite your lip and look down at your clean, white shoes. âyes sir.â
âgood, now watch me beat you in tennis.â he says with a laugh. i fake a smile, getting on with the game, but still have rafe in the back of my mind.
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you didnât see rafe again until the night of a house party at topperâs house.
your friends and you walk in, buzzed from the pre-game. they immediately all go their separate ways, looking for drinks, boys, or both. this leaves you standing awkwardly by a table, talking to some people from school. they talk about prom, their grades, and teachers, making you mentally check out from the conversation. thatâs when he catches your eye, he is talking to topper and kelce with a red solo cup in his hand. you watch his every move, how big and veiny his hands are, practically cover the entire cup. how he constantly pushes his hair back while he talks, almost seeming like a force of habit he has. he also licks his lips a lot, sending a very graphic image of rafe between your le-
he looks up, meeting your gaze. a blush forms on your face as you try to hide your embarrassment but taking a sip of alcohol from your cup. you give yourself some time, staring into the cup before looking up again. but when you look at him, he hasnât stopped staring at you. the blush you fought so hard to keep away makes your face feel like itâs on fire.
you watch as he excuses himself and makes his way over to you. this has to be a dream? or some prank, right?
âhey there, y/n.â he snaps you out of your spiraling thoughts. every person who you are talking to looks over to rafe then back at you. âdidnât know you were coming.â
you awkwardly shrug. âlast minute choice by my friends.â
his eyes burn holes into your body as he looks you up and down. âwell, iâm glad youâre here.â you nod at him, offering a shy smile. âlooks like you need another drink, come inside and iâll get you one.â he nods his head towards the kitchen door. the group you're with is watching this conversation like itâs a TV show. you make my way through them and stand next to him. he automatically puts his hand on your back and leads you inside. the feeling of his touch sends chills down your spine but it almost feels like his hand is meant to be there. like his touch is the missing piece in your life.
you get into the kitchen and he heads towards the fridge, grabbing juice and handing it over. âyou strike me as a vodka and juice, girl.â he says with a smile, making my insides melt.
âand what makes you say that?â you ask, putting your hand on my hip, playing into his little game of flirting.
âwell, youâre sweet and you seem to play it safe. you donât really drink a lot but when you do, youâre never blacked out.â he admits with a laugh, giving his diagnosis. âjuice is sweet and vodka is the safest way to get a little drunk, in my opinion.â he stares at your face, waiting for a response.
âyouâre good, rafe cameron. a little too good.â you admit, grabbing the juice and filling up the cup. he stands over you, giving me the vodka next. âdidnât know i was that easy to read.â
âyouâre not.â he admits, staring down at you while you drink. âi just think i have a special interest in you.â
you freeze in place, thereâs no way heâs admitting this to you. right now. the boy youâve been pining after since the first grade. you can tell you're shutting down but you need to play it cool. âoh really?â you look up at his blue eyes, getting lost in them instantaneously.
âreally.â he steps closer, inches away from my face. you know you are not that drunk but your head feels like itâs spinning under his gaze. he leans in a little closer, your noses brushing, when the kitchen door slams and topper can be seen stumbling in. his obnoxious laugh fills the room, making rafe close his eyes and sigh. âwhat could you possibly want right now?â
topper laughs and comes up beside rafe, heâs clearly fucked up. âiâm just looking for some weed, man.â he hits his chest playfully. âdonât let me get in your way.â
rafe pushes him away, making topper laugh harder at us. he looks at you before speaking. âsorry for being a cockblock.â
rafe narrows his eyes at him. âjust get the fuck outta here, top.â
topper staggers into the other room, still laughing.
âsorry about him. when he drinks, he becomes an asshole.â he says, running a hand across his face.
âis he drunk all the time?â i ask with a new found confidence in my voice.
rafe looks at me and laughs. âseems to be.â
you both stand in silence, not moving away from each other but unable to bring the moment back.
âi like you.â he admits.
you stare at him, unable to speak. âw-what?â
âi think you heard me, y/n.â he smiles cockily, looking into your eyes.
you look back at him. âyou barely know me, rafe.â
âdoesnât mean i canât like you.â he sips his cup and nudges your shoulder with his. âi think you could say the same about me.â he gets closer, whispering into your ear. âdonât think i donât notice how you stare at me when iâm around.â
you feel the air leave your body and you bite your lip. you feel like your cornered and have nowhere to go. âi-i-uhâŚâ
he brushes his finger against your lip, almost like heâs shushing you. but you canât even fight the way your body reacts to his touch. âitâs okay, honey. i like it. i like it a lot.â he says in a whisper, almost making you forget you arenât the only two people in the world. it feels like you can read his mind just by looking into his blue eyes. he wants youâŚscrew that, rafe cameron needs you. and you need him. forget what your father says, or the town, or even your friends. this seems to be all you need.
how am i ever going to recover from this? you thought to yourself.
you hear your friend call your name from outside. rafe looks over as they yell from outside. âiâll see you around, howâs that sound?â you look at him, unable to think when he looks at you like this. his hand brushes against your face before walking back out into the party.
you stand there, still as your friend comes in. âyou alright? looks like you seen a ghost or something.â she asks you, laughing a bit.
âall good.â was all you can get out, staring straight ahead at the door rafe just left in.
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ever since the party, rafe found little ways to be around you.
whether it was joining you at the country club while you played tennis or hanging around you when he saw you at the beach reading. he even started knocking on the front door of your mansion to just talk on your porch, something you had to hide from your dad. with these interactions, you had no idea what everyone was warning you about with him. he was one of the sweetest guys you ever met. for weeks, you and rafe had begun a nice friendship.
but the almost kiss at topper's party was never spoken of again.
the two of you sat on your porch swing, the air was warm as summer was slowly approaching. your legs laid flatly across rafeâs lap, looking directly at him. you poured a glass of lemonade for you both, sparking rafe to hit you with a âyou sure you donât want some vodka in this?â
when youâre with rafe, the conversations seem to just flow like you are the oldest of friends. you could talk about anything and nothing at the same time. he went on for the past five minutes about how he used to love playing lacrosse but one injury affected his whole career for him.
âit sucked, ya know? i never felt like i belonged anywhere, or had a close bond with anyone like i did on that team. then one fucking torn acl later and itâs all gone for me. i had college scouts looking at me and everything. i couldâve escaped this place and lived the real college experience.â he looked out into the water that faced your house. he turned to you and smiled awkwardly. âjeez, iâm sorry i just donât shut up.â
you chuckle at him, loving how he put some of his walls down around you. âitâs okay, i like hearing ya talk. itâs soothing.â you smile innocently at him.
he gazes into your eyes and nods, his expression softening. âreally?â you nod and he just stares at you. âyouâre one of a kind, ya know?â his fingers start to rub innocent circles on your leg.
âand whyâs that?â you ask him.
âi-i donât know, i feel like i can be myself around you.â he admits. âdonât ever quote me on that because iâll deny that shit.â he points, gaining a laugh from you.
âdonât want anyone to know rafe cameron can be a softie?â you tease him.
âshut up, iâm not a softie.â
âi think you can be behind close doors.â you say.
he stops rubbing your leg and turns to you. âoh shut up.â
âwell, youâre gonna have to make me then.â you say without thinking.
rafe looks at you with a fire in his eyes that you havenât seen since the party. âwhat was that?â he cocks his eyebrow at you.
you just stare into his eyes, straightening your shoulders back. a confidence striking you like never before. âi think you heard me, rafe.â
without missing a beat, rafe connects your lips. all of that pent-up tension, gone within that very second. his hands found his way to your face, cupping it ever so lightly like you were a delicate flower he was so lucky to have found. his hands slowly slid down your body, like he was trying to memorize every inch of your skin. "jesus, this is all i've been thinking about." he said breaking away, looking into your eyes.
"then, don't stop." you say breathlessly, climbing on top of his lap, kissing him again.
you can tell this move took rafe by surprise as he let out a soft moan in the kiss. the innocence he once thought you possessed was now all gone. you slowly began grinding yourself against rafe's clothed cock, which was slightly hardening. "fuck, who knew you had it in you, honey." he said as he kissed down your jaw. you never felt so needier in your life chasing a high with rafe that you thought you could only dream about.
your face blushed as you looked down at rafe who was staring up at you like you were a painting held high in the louvre. the more you looked down, the more self-conscious you became. your pace which was rapidly increasing started to falter. "hey, hey, sweetheart. don't stop now. what's wrong? talk to me." he caressed your face so lovingly.
you bit your lip and closed your eyes, still out of breathe. "i-i-i don't know. what if i'm doing this wrong? or it's weird for you? i'm just nervous, i never did this before."
"did what, sweetheart? dry humped?" he almost laughed, pushing hair out of your face.
you shrugged. "well yes and no..." your voice started to trail off.
"yes and no?" rafe stared at you with a puzzled expression, trying to crack the code. you watched as he deciphered your words and the gears started to turn. "y/n, have you ever been with someone like...sexually before?"
you wanted to cry, the embarrassment being too hard to handle. you just laid your head against rafe's chest and sighed. "please, don't think of me any differently. i just...i just haven't found the right person to do all this with, ya know? i used to be scared but with you...i don't know, i feel ready." rafe sat there in silence, his hands falling to your waist and gripping them. you break away from his chest and stare into his eyes, which have seemed to darken. "rafe?"
"you trust me?" he asks simply. you nod shyly, causing his breath to hitch. you can feel his pants grow tighter under you. "i want you to keep going, do you hear me? don't stop until you cum on my pants." it sounds like he is giving you orders. he brings his thumb across your lip and gives a menacing smirk. "you wanna be all mine, huh? you pretty girl. show me your mine."
with his reassurance, you pick up you begin to rub yourself against his pants. your hands grip his shoulders as he holds you down on him. "good girl, keep it going." the material of his jeans feel rough against your clothed cunt but it adds a sensation you have never felt before. "shit, look at how pretty you look on me. can't wait to bury my cock inside you. would you like that? my cock being so far inside you, you can feel it in your stomach?"
you let out a pathetic whine, your head falling back from the pleasure you have building up inside. "y-yes."
"good girl, but we gotta start with the basics, right?" his hands start to trail up your body, stopping at your closed breasts. he cups them with his hands and smiles when you cry his name. "i got you, baby. c'mon, you know you wanna cum."
you quickly grind against him, feeling desperate as you chase your high. with his words of praise and reassurance, you can feel yourself ready to release. with one quick movement, you feel the tension building up in your stomach release as you cum on rafe. tears prick your eyes as you repeat his name over and over again. "rafe, rafe, rafe."
he stares at you in awe as you finish on him. the sight of your teary eyes and his name falling from your lips in such a needy way pushed him over the edge. he found himself cumming in his pants like he was a high schooler all over again.
you both stayed there, out of breathe, not moving once. you felt like a whole new person even though barely anything has changed.
"you alright?" he asks, pushing hair away from your face.
you tiredly nod, not knowing how to form words. your hooded eyes just take in the view of rafe, his face read and sweaty with a cocky smirk painted across it.
he bites his lip and kisses you gently. "there's more where that came from, you know?" he says and your head reels. "i've been waiting for so long to have you to myself, sweetheart. i don't plan on letting go now."
you giggle into his chest and nod. "don't gotta worry about me leaving, trust me. i've never felt so good in my life." the sweet yet sensual moment you two shared came to a halt when you heard your dad's truck pulling up the gravel road to your house. "shit." you quickly climb off rafe, trying to compose yourself.
your father quickly exited the truck, slamming the door behind him. he seemed to race up to the two of you as you sat there. rafe's hand protectively went over yours as your father approached. "the hell is he doing here?" he fumes.
"d-dad, we're just hanging out." you lie to his face.
"yes sir, that's all we were doing." rafe says camly, looking at him in the eyes.
your father head snaps towards rafe. "was i talking to you, boy? no. stay outta it." his attention focuses back to you. "i told you to not mess with the likings of this boy and what do you do behind my back?" he screams at you. "you go around with this...this hooligan! i want him off my property now. acting like some easy girl, i raised you better."
"b-but, daddy." you pout, trying not to cry as rafe squeezes your hand.
"sir, you're being too hard on her. it's not her fault." rafe tries to calm him down.
your father's finger rests on rafe's chest as he gets close to his face. "oh i know that, rafe. it's you and your typical bullshit. my daughter wouldn't act this way if it wasn't for you. look at you, you're probably using her."
rafe's fists clenched as your father talks down to him, no one does this to him and gets away with it. "sir, i suggest you put that finger down."
"or what?" your father snickers in his face.
rafe's whole demeanor shifts, the sweet boy you were just talking to now gone. like he was never even there. it honestly scared you how fast rafe can change personalities. "you don't even want to know." he grits his teeth. you hate to admit the affect this took on your body, clenching your legs together.
your father drops his finger and turns to you. "inside, now." he says, grabbing your arm. before you can fight him off, he's dragging you away from rafe.
"it's okay, baby, we'll figure this out." he reassures as you are being brought into your house. "fuck!" he screams as soon as the door slams shut.
you watch as rafe makes his way to his truck, slamming the door shut and driving away. you turn to your father who just stares at you as you cry. "screw you!" you say before running upstairs and locking yourself in your room.
you finally had him and now you lost him.
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the days past since you saw rafe.
your father grounded you and cut you off from the outside world.
you sat by your window and waited, having some false hope that rafe would be your knight in shining armor and take you away from this place. your father pulled up the driveway and seemed to struggle getting out of his truck.
you met him at the door, ready to deal with the bullshit he would throw you today. when you opened your door, your father seemed battered and bruised.
"holy sh-i mean...what happened?" you asked, holding the door open for your dad as he sat on the recliner.
"nothing." he shuttered. "nothing happened."
you stood there and crossed your arms. "clearly something happened."
he shook his head, seeming almost fearful. "nothing happened, now drop it." you stood there as he turned to you. "you aren't grounded anymore. your phone is on my dresser." he seemed almost defeated.
you stared at your dad trying to understand what the hell is going on. are you in the twilight zone? you knew you wouldn't get an answer out of him so you grabbed your things and raced out of the house before he could change his mind. the sun was setting but you didn't care, you had one thing and one thing only on your mind.
you got on your bike and raced towards tannyhill. when you finally got there, you threw your bike down and almost ran to the front door. with two knocks, wheezie opened the door.
"y/n?" she said with a smirk.
"hey, wheezie, is rafe home?" you say, snooping around the insides of the home.
she rolls her eyes and opens the door. "in his room."
you walk up the stairs and stop right before his door. your fist hovering over it before connecting it to the wood. after a few seconds, rafe stands there in the almost dark room.
"y/n." he says, almost as though he was expecting you to be here.
you quickly jump into his arms, holding onto him by his neck. you missed this. the way he smelled, the way he felt, everything about this boy drive you wild. "i missed you."
"i missed you too, honey. come on in." he lets you into his room. this was your first time being in here. sure, you've seen it through snapchat and pictures he sends but that's it. it's the typical boy room but it felt authentic. it felt like rafe.
you sit down on his bed as he walks around, picking up clothes off the floor. "didn't think i'd be having guests." he doesn't seem like his usual self, maybe you caught him at a bad time? but he invited you in, so you stayed.
you laugh at him. "no big deal, the old man let me off the hook tonight. it was weird, he came home all messed up. i tried asking but he kinda pushed me away. it was weird."
rafe stood there, silently. "oh really?"
"yeah, super strange. he's not usually the fighter type. never has been." you watch him stand there. "you all good?"
he nods and turns to you. "i am, now that you're here."
you smile at him as he approaches you. you open your legs so he can stand in between them, looking down at you. he traces your face with his finger, stopping at your lips. "all mine, sweetheart. all mine." he says before bending down to kiss you. the kiss feels rough, almost as though you are a fresh breathe of air that rafe has been waiting for. he pushes you down onto his bed and crawls on top of you.
you break the kiss and look into his eyes, his room is dark so you can only make out certain features. but you bring your hand to his face and hold his cheek, which makes him wince. "oh, i'm sorry, did i hurt you?"
"n-no, it's all good." he tries to kiss you again but you stop him.
"rafe?" you ask him, making him stop once again. "what's wrong? tell me."
"goddamn! nothing is wrong, okay? i can't miss you." he says, running a hand through his hair. you try to study his face but can't even see him. you reach over for his bedside lamp. "no, no, leave it of-" before he can stop you, the light is on. his beautiful face has a large bruise under his right eye and cheek. his lip busted and knuckles bruised.
"rafe?" you question, sitting up.
"y/n, i can explain." he pleads.
then it all makes sense. your father coming home all battered and bruised, rafe's current state, you being let off the hook too easily.
"you don't even want to know."
"it's okay, baby, we'll figure this out."
his words from that night ring through your head. the way his whole demeanor changed that night into a person you've never seen before.
"d-did you?" you ask with teary eyes.
"baby, look at me. i can explain." he begs you but you start to get up.
"explain what? how you beat up my fucking dad!?" you yelled, trying to grasp the millions of thoughts you had. "h-how could you?" you stand by his door, pacing, with your head in your hands.
he walks up to you, grabbing your hand. "look at me, honey, please. look at me." he begs you, trying to grab your attention.
when you finally turn to him, you see the cuts and bruises again. "rafe, why?" you say with a tear slipping down.
"because i love you, honey. you're my girl and i don't give a fuck who it is, they cannot talk to you the way your own father did. calling you easy, acting like your dumb for being around me. nobody should ever talk to you like that, ever." you stop and he cups your face in his hands. "i just wanted to talk to him, okay? all i wanted to do was talk. but then he started again with how i'm a bad person and how you were being stupid for even acknowledging me. he said he didn't need a guy like me corrupting his daughter and i snapped."
you gazed into his eyes, they looked as though they were pleading with you to see why he did what he did.
"please, say something. please." he states.
you sigh and close your eyes. "rafe, i don't need you going around defending my honor, especially to my dad. it's not worth it."
"not worth it? sweetheart, look at me." you open your eyes. "you are worth everything to me, you hear me? everything. i would kill for you if you asked me to. i never had someone care for me the way you do, have someone listen to me, or even treat me normally. you mean the world to me, y/n. i love you."
and there it was.
rafe cameron, for once in his life, showed affection.
he told someone they love them.
"i'm sorry it was your dad, okay? sometimes, i black out and can't remember things when i'm angry. i act on my impulses. but with you, i never feel that way." he shakes his head, trying to contain all his emotions. your eyes water again, causing him to wipe the tears. "what's wrong, baby? talk to me."
you smile through the tears. "i just, i love you too." no one has ever made you feel so safe and loved in one moment than rafe has this past month. he's all you could ever ask for.
he beams down at you, shaking his head. "you mean that?"
"with every ounce of my body, i love you." you admit.
his heart swelled as he connected your lips once more to his. you were all his, all he ever needed in life to feel whole.
rafe pushes you against the door, a light moan slipping from your lips as he presses himself against you.
"you like that?" he asks, a satisfied smirk on his face as he kisses your cheek and goes down your neck.
you nod under his touch, like you're cast in his spell. "y-yes."
"you want more?" he asks, sucking on one spot of your neck for a long time. all you can do is nod, already becoming a mess because of him. he pulls away, having you almost whimper from the lack of contact. "not uh, baby, gotta hear some words out of that beautiful mouth of yours. i'll repeat myself, do you want more."
"y-yes, rafe, yes please."
he groans at your begging and nods. "good girl." he pulls you over to the bed and guides you toward it. you feel the bed hit the back of your knees and you sit down, looking up at him. he quickly takes his shirt off and tosses it to the side.
he kisses your lips lightly as his hands find the end of your shirt, lightly toying with the fabric. "y-you can take it off." with the reassurance, he slips the top off and leaves it next to you. his eyes take in your body, your breasts pooling out of a flimsy green bralette. he sucks his tongue and gently runs his fingers over your tits.
"so pretty and they're all for me." he slowly reaches behind your back and unclasps the bralette with one hand, letting it fall down your body. you could swear rafe has tiny hearts in his eyes as they bore onto your half-naked body. "lay down." you follow his orders and lay against his pillows. his bedroom light shines over his features and the cuts from the fight. you bring your hand up to touch them and he gives into your touch. "you okay?"
"more than okay." you tell him.
he kisses your hand then his lips meet with yours once again. he then lets his lips trail across your cheek, jaw, neck, and down to your chest. he stares at your tits before peppering them both with kisses. he then takes one nipple in his mouth, slowly, and grabs your other one with your free hand to give a squeeze. your body instantaneously reacts to rafe's touch, moaning at the sensation of his lips. "you like that, huh?" he almost teases, switching to the other nipple.
"m-more." you whisper out, clenching your eyes.
"what was that, honey? need you to speak up for me." he grins.
"please, i want more, rafe. touch me more." you raise your voice.
"you got it." his hand leaves your tit and trails slowly down your body, resting at the hem of your jeans. he unbuttons them and lets his hands slide down your underwear, his hands automatically getting soaked. "shit, baby, all this for me?" he runs ins finger down your cunt and gathering your slick, bringing it to his mouth. he sucks it off his fingers as you watch in awe. "you're just too sweet for me, you know that?"
he doesn't even give you time to think before he puts his fingers back inside you, swirling your cunt. your hands grab his shoulders, holding onto them for dear life. "it's okay, i got ya, i always got ya." he reassures as he slowly slips one finger into your tight hole. "jesus, honey, with a hole this tight i don't know how long i'll last." he says as he slips his finger in and out of you, his thumb still toying with your clit.
your head falls back as more moans fall from your lips. "more, rafe, please give me more."
he laughs slightly. "cocky little thing, aren't ya? if you insist." he adds one more finger, your hole clenching around him as his finger slip in and out. "look how pretty you look with my fingers inside of you." he says before kissing your mouth, collecting your moans. you're so wet you hear the noises your pussy is making around him. you feel overstimulated as rafe keeps going, not stopping once. tears prick your eyes as you feel your high approaching. his thumb rubs harder as your nails connect to rafe's chest, dragging them down. "my pretty baby, i just love you so much." he says, staring at you.
with those words, you feel yourself being pushed to pleasure. you cum all over rafe's fingers, crying out his name. "rafe!"
he lets you ride out your high before taking his fingers out and putting them in his mouth like he did before. "never gonna get tired of that."
he gets up and heads to the bathroom. you want to talk to him, ask him where he's going, but you're too tired. you've never felt this good, not even from your own fingers. rafe comes back with a towel in his hand, gently, he pulls off your shorts and panties, cleaning off your pussy. the water is nice and warm as he gets you situated. he drops the rag and crawls into his bed next to you, holding you tightly.
"you know, if you want me to go dow-" but before you can finish that sentence he kisses your forehead.
"no need to rush there, honey. i wanna take my time with you, wanna show you how good i can make you feel." your heart melts in your chest as he rubs your back lightly. "get some rest, alright?"
you fall asleep fast in his arms, he holds you there the entire night and doesn't plan on letting go.
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âđâËâšâĄ when a heated argument between rafe and bitchy!kook!reader leads to the cops knocking at their door when theyâre already.. âmaking upâ
warnings: toxic!rafe, toxic!reader, nothing about this is romantic, cheating accusations, arguing, lots of yelling, physical violence, angst, lots of throwing and breaking things, banter (?), making up, the cops show up, unprotected sex, rafe gets slapped and choked during sex too..
a/n: this has been in the vault for a while now lolll. huge thanks to my bb @nemesyaaa for giving me this idea <3
wc: 2.8k
âyouâre acting fucking crazy right now!â you walked through the front door, rafe following closely behind as you slipped your heels off. âiâm acting crazy?â you spun around, rafe eyeing the shoe in your hand. âi hear this bitch talking about how you and her fucked while we were on a break, and you expect me to be calm?â you scoffed, âdonât tell me iâm acting crazy when you havenât even tried to start explaining to me what the fuck sheâs talking about!â you threw your shoe just like rafe suspected you would.
missing him by a few inches, rafe lunged at you, grabbing the other heel out of your hand. âwhat the fuck did i tell you about throwing shit at me!â you rolled your eyes, shoving him away as you walked past him to the kitchen. âstart talking rafe.â your boyfriend pinched the bridge of his nose, his nostrils flaring as you took a water bottle out of the fridge. âsheâs obviously lying! why would i go have sex with someone when me and you were still fucking? blocked contacts and all?â you narrowed your eyes at his form.
âi swear to you, i donât even know who that girl is!â he walked around the kitchen island, a groan rumbling from his throat when you moved away. âthen why would she say that? why would she be talking to her friends about it in a pathetic little circle if it wasnât true?â you shot back. âhello?! so that we could argue exactly how weâre arguing right now. are you really gonna give her the satisfaction by doing what she wants you to do?â he slammed his fist down on the marble slab separating you two.
arching a brow, your gaze flickered to his phone in his pocket. âgive me it.â rafe scoffed. âgive you what?â he sneered, his heart dropping when you pointed to the cellular device tucked away in his pants. âdo you seriously wanna act stupid right now? i said give me your fucking phone.â rafe cursed under his breath, not even wanting to imagine what youâd do if you saw him hesitating. sliding the damned thing across the island, you picked it up and unlocked it. âif you take one step iâm shattering this shit.â
the first thing you did was go to his text messages, scrolling through every thread for any sign of whatever her name is. you didnât find anything after a few minutes of searching, ârecently deletedâ messages included. his social medias were next, a lot of them clean for the most part. you bit the inside of your cheek when you opened his photos. golfing selfies with topper, loads of offguards of you at your vanity, even more photos of you and him while you were out running errands.. amongst other things..
despite not finding anything, you noticed rafe still had this worried look on his face. biting your lip, you followed your gut feeling and opened his notes app. sure enough, there at the top was a phone number with the initial âsâ next to it. tapping the number, you put it on speaker before muting yourself. âwho the fuck is âsâ?â rafeâs eyes widened in realization. âdonât-â he stepped forward, making you raise a finger. the phone rung twice before a sultry voice picked up. âhey, handsome, i was waiting for you to call me..â
eyes flickering over to his, you smiled in disbelief. ârafe? hello?â you hung up, your heart beating in your ears as white hot anger blinded your vision. âi can explain that!â he knew to keep his distance from you, your fingers clutching his phone even tighter. âi donât want to hear shit. youâre a liar, rafe. you always have been.â now you were calm, and to rafe that was worse. what made you so angry wasnât the fact that he slept with someone else, but acting like you were the crazy one and flipping all of tonightâs arguments on you.
rafe still continued talking. âwe didnât have sex! i never even called her or anything! did you not hear her say she was waiting for me to call?!â you turned, your eyes burning into his skull. âitâs the principle! you still had this bitchâs phone number saved! thatâs the fucking problem, idiot!â without thinking, you chucked the phone across the room, shattering a picture frame of you and rafe. following the line of damage, rafeâs jaw clenched. he really liked that picture of you two. âweâre breaking each otherâs shit now? bet.â
you rolled your eyes as he stomped up the stairs, a bottle of perfume flying from the railing and into the wall where a hole now resided. âi could always buy a new one, asshole!â you taunted him, âwith your credit card, too!â the next thing that came hurling from upstairs was a glass jewelry box where you kept all the jewelry rafe specifically bought for you. that one did in fact hurt a little. you took a breath before he really took the cake with the next item, or items. as if moving in slow motion, you watched as rafe threw over various makeup products over the spiral staircase.
eyeshadow palettes, foundation bottles, tubes of lipgloss and concealer also amongst the mess, all came to a booming crash smack in the center of the foyer. there was glass absolutely everywhere. and you were barefoot, great. you stared at the space around you, tears pricking your eyes at the scene. you and rafe stood in silence, thinking about why this continuously keeps happening. you didnât care if he saw you crying, the sound of your sniffle making his demeanor change. âiâm sorry, baby.â
you shook your head, not wanting to hear anything. âno, youâre not.â your voice shook as you tiptoed to the couch, trying your best not to step on any glass. going inside your shared bedroom, rafe came back out with some shoes for you before making his way downstairs, the glass crunching underneath his feet. âplease, iâm begging you to just let me explain all of this.â he plopped down next to you, in which you moved over all the way to the other side. petty.
âme and topper were at the golf course, kickinâ it the way we always do when this bev cart girl came up to us,â you looked over at him, your teary eyes making his stomach churn, âshe was telling us that she had just started there and that she lived on the other side of the island and long story short she started flirting with me, okay?â he held his hands up defensively. âi told her that i have a girlfriend and i wasnât interested by a long shot.â he started, âshe got a little irritated and then topper, being the instigating asshole he is, invited her to the party tonightââ you cut him off.
âthat still doesnât explain why her number was in your phone, and why she was talking about you being the âbest fuck of her lifeâ while i was sitting right there.â rafe rested his head in his hands for a moment. âcan i finish?â you waved him off as you settled back in your corner. âthings got awkward so i gave topper my phone before going inside and getting a drink. when i came back out, she had winked at me all weird and topper showed me that he had saved her number in my notes for me to send to him later because his phone was dead. thatâs it, i swear.â
you didnât say anything, a part of you hating yourself for wanting to believe him. âexplain to me why she was talking crazy with her friends then.â rafe tapped the side of his head, âbecause she obviously knew it was you that iâm with!â he shouted, making you glare in his direction. âhow would she know me?â you crossed your arms. ây/n.. besides the fact that we were all over each other, who the fuck doesnât know you?â rafe asked incredulously. fair point. âis that all?â you looked up at him as he scooted closer.
âno.â his tone switched to that gentle lilt, your breathing slowing when he took your hand in his. with the last bit of resolve you had left, you pulled away from him. âwell make it good, because iâm on the verge of leaving your ass.â rafe scoffed. âyou said that last time..â he shot back, âand the time before that..â you shot him a glare. âand who broke in when i changed the locks?â you reminded him of the time you woke up to a busted door in the middle of the night. âyou got me.â he shrugged, in which you looked away.
âwhatever.â you felt exhausted, all of tonightâs activities were starting to catch up to you. who knew overthinking, arguing on the way home, breaking stuff, and yelling and crying could make someone so tired? ânoâ i mean like, you got me.â rafe closed the space between you two, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you still avoided his gaze. âhey,â he thumbed your chin, âthere has never been, and never will be, another girl. iâll die on that hill.â your eyelids fluttered when you felt his fingers creep up on your thigh.
âi know you could see right through me, does it look like iâm lying?â the expression on his face was clear as day. he was telling the truth. you let out a shaky breath, your arms wrapping around his neck as he pulled you on top of his lap. âoh, baby, we have to do better.â he squeezed you tight, inhaling your scent as his palms ran up and down your back. you sniffled into his neck, pressing a kiss to the skin there. âiâm sorry for breaking your phone.â rafe shushed you, eyeing the broken device in the corner.
âdonât be. iâm the one who broke like half of your shit.â you didnât even care, mostly because you knew rafe was going to replace everything anyways. you pulled back, cupping his face in your hands. âi love you.â you whispered, those three words making rafeâs heart clench. giving you a small smile, rafe replied with a âi love you too,â followed by âgive me some sugar..â of course, you leaned in, rafeâs lips meeting yours halfway as he groaned at the taste of your lipgloss on his tongue. this was just how things went, you two have been here plenty of times before.
his hands snaked down to the globes of your ass, hiking your dress up as he kneaded your flesh between his fingers. your kisses became more feverish, a muffled moan sounding from you when rafe slipped his tongue inside your mouth. he dragged your hips against his clothed erection, both of you hissing at the much needed friction. âhow bad do you want it?â rafe panted, nipping the skin of your neck. you almost laughed at his words. âhow bad do i want it?â you repeated, âhow bad do you want to take it from me?â rafe groaned when you wrapped a hand around his throat, pushing his head back against the couch.
he shouldâve known taking the reigns wasnât going to be that easy. with one of your hands restricing his intake of air, he blinked up at the ceiling, his eyes fluttering shut as you pressed kisses to his chest. you were so sexy like this, he let you grind against him until he couldnât stand to not be inside of you for another second. you let rafe remove your grip on his neck, a small gasp leaving your lips as he took both of your hands and tucked them behind your back. your head was resting on his shoulder as he pulled himself out of his pants, his fingers moving your underwears to the side before forcing you to sink down onto his length.
you were so slick and ready for him, rafe couldnât refrain from cursing in your ear. âyouâve been soaked this whole time, huh? fighting turns you on, is that it?â you met his eyes. âmhmm,â you leaned down, âyou make me so wet when youâre mad..â rafe grunted, landing a harsh smack to your ass. he knew that already, but hearing you say that while heâs both angry and sexually frustrated just ticked him off even more.
soon, you were the one bouncing on top of him, making him watch in awe as his cock disappeared inside of your greedy cunt. wanting to watch you unravel, he started stroking your clit, making you double over. âyou wanna cum? you have to earn that shit.â without a word, you reached up, slapping him across the cheek. the action made him twitch inside of you. âyou only cum if i get to.â you kissed him roughly, biting his bottom lip as you pulled away. you were so serious too.
rubbing your clit in harder circles, you nearly screamed when the tip of his cock began pressing that sweet spot inside of you. âfuckââ your thighs began trembling, your orgasm just right there in arms reach when there was a loud bang at the front door. both of you jumped, the fire in your loins melting away into nothing as both of you froze. âwhat the fuck?â rafe held onto you tighter before the banging continued. âwho the fuck is that?â you got up, pulling off of him with a hiss. âouter banks sheriff deputies, open up!â you and rafe looked at each other with wide eyes.
rafe cursed under his breath, adjusting your dress and his pants before stepping in front of you to answer the door. âcan i help you?â he peeked out, two other cops standing at his side. âare you the owner of this home?â rafe squeezed your hand, responding to the officer with a âyes, sir.â opening the door a little more, the cop continued to explain why him and his team were there. âwe received a few calls reporting a domestic dispute at this address, âsaid that they heard yelling and a lot of ruckus.â you shut your eyes for a moment. you shouldâve assumed the whole island was able to hear you and rafe going at each otherâs throats.
âuh, no sir, nothing domestic going on around here.â rafe joked. no one laughed. âno? so the four separate calls we received were all lying?â four separate calls? damn, people couldnât mind their business around here. âwell, uh.. yes, me and my girlfriend had a little disagreement but weâre okay nowââ immediately, the sheriff demanded to see some kind of identification. taking his id out of the wallet in his pocket, rafe cooperated as the older man had him confirm his information. âso you said you and the woman are âgoodâ now?â officer shoupe, as rafe had learned, asked with concern.
âyes, sir, sheâs right here.â before you could protest, rafe dragged you to the front, an awkward smile adorning your lips as you were pretty sure they could see the smudged lipgloss all over your mouth. âhello, sweetheart. can you confirm that you are safe and in not any immediate danger with this man?â you looked back at rafe, having never been questioned by the police before. âyes, iâm safe,â you answered, âwe just had a little fight, but weâre making up now..â one of the female officers cleared her throat awkwardly.
âi see..â shoupe nodded, gaze flickering back at rafe. âwell i guess weâll leave you two alone then. next time, can you please keep your volume low? you two had some people pretty spooked there.â you mumbled a âyes, sir.â before rafe pulled you back inside and shut the door. it was silent for a moment, both of you seemingly looking around at the aftermath of everything. âi canât believe people called the cops..â you walked over to the kitchen and grabbed the broom. rafe watched with a confused expression as you started sweeping up glass.
âso, uhâ we arenât going to pick up where we left off?â you looked up at him with a look that said âseriously?â. âno. how about we âpick up where we left offâ after you help me clean all of this up, and replace everything you destroyed?â rafe groaned. he could always count on you to leave him with blue balls. deciding to help you, it wasnât long before everything was cleaned up, no sign of any earlier events except for the new hole in the wall. after you two showered and settled in bed, rafe held you flush against his chest while he kissed up your back,
âare you sure you donât want to finish?â rafe sounded pained, like he needed to be inside of you immediately. turning around in his embrace, you pecked his lips before swinging a leg over his hips. âmake it fast.â you pretended like you didnât want the same thing, a smile gracing your lips when you heard rafe mutter a âthank god.â before slipping off of your nightgown.
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GOT WHAT YOU WANTED
summary: you're rafe's best friendâkelce and top's too, but there's always been something more between the two of you. neither of you will do anything about it. clearly, the solution is to become friends with benefits.
now spinning: too many nights by metro & future
word count: 11.5k
warning/tags: kook trio reader, using jj to make rafe jealous, mentions of drugs/partying, jealous/possessive rafe and reader, smut !, rafe deals coke. tysm to @zyafics for betaâing & helping me so muchh & @inimamea for being so lovely and supportive. tysm to all the lovely anons who have been supporting and loving this concept from the start, i hope u all love this ⥠(but sorry in advance if u donât)
truth be told, you didnât like making rafe angry.Â
it wasnât fun for you, like other things wereâwatching your boys play golf while you lounged in the cart with the cold drinks, picking out a pretty outfit for the day, crashing on the couch at tannyhill with your head in rafeâs lap and feet over kelceâs legs.Â
those were fun things. what you were doing now, with jj, was something borne of necessity. youâre not a mean girl. you find it tough to be mean to anyone except rafe, actually, and only because he dishes it back and you know his feelings arenât really hurt, but right now you were being mean.
to jj that is.Â
you smile at the blond boy seated next to you, the golden glow of the bonfire casting its warmth onto both of you. you laugh at another joke he makes, but only half-hearted, taking another sip of the beer heâd gotten you from the keg.
jjâs funny, heâs sweet too. itâs not his fault you wish you were seated next to your best friend instead of him, drinking a strawberry seltzer from the case that rafe keeps in the back of his truck specially for you.Â
âso?â jj asks, and you turn from staring at your shoes to look up at him. heâs looking at you with a smile, a very charming smile that you could have a lot of fun with, except youâre starting to feel bad about toying with him like this.Â
âso?â you repeat back, softly. he leans in a little to hear you. you feel a little warm at the action, but it could just as easily be from the fire.Â
jjâs niceâand youâve always liked nice, preferred it to almost anything. every boy you had ever introduced to your trio had been nice, though rafe hadnât ever cared. heâd hated them from the moment heâd laid eyes on them. you wonder now when you let him seep into your mind like this, with every other thought about rafe rafe rafe. somewhere in between accepting jjâs invitation to come to the bonfire with him and getting jealous over the fact that rafe was seeing some random girl.
âyou didnât tell your other boy about this, didâya?â you look up at jj with eyebrows knitted, puzzled.
âother.. boy?â
âcameron.â now you really flushâyou certainly donât want jj to think rafe is your other anything.
âno, no. weâre not dating. weâre just friends.â
âright, okay. you tell him about tonight?â
âno. it didnât come up.â
âah. got it.â
âwhy?â you ask, and before you can look around, jj stares into the distance, gesturing with his eyes to a blurry figure.
ânothinâ. heâs just been starinâ at us since we sat down, so i figured, but-â you stand up, looking into the distance where rafe was. you can feel yourself turning green with envy, red with rage, watching him stand next to the same girl heâs been with, her looking at rafe while rafe looks at you.
you sit back down on the log, wrapping a hand around jjâs arm and pulling him down to sit beside you. from this angle, rafe canât make out anything but your backs, and maybe the lack of any real distance between you and jj.
âsorry,â you say, sweetly, almost having regained your wrath the second you saw the two of them standing together. âheâs crazy.â
âsâokay. not news to me, princess.â jj takes a pause, and you chew your cheek, trying to decide how far you were willing to take this. âyou okay?â
âyes. why wouldnât i be?â
âwell, uh, it doesnât take a genius. even though, yâknow, i am one, to know somethinâs up.â âno, jj, i promise, weâre ju-â âjust friends, yeah, i got it. i mean, i donât know what type of friends exactly, but uh, i like you. and iâll like you even if he has a problem with it. so up to you, really.â you glance up at jj, who is being nicer to you right now than you deserve.Â
and you hate it, hate every second of it. you hate how rafe makes you feel, how angry and jealous you get, the fact that you even started talking to jj when in the back of your mind you knew it was because rafe would get upset over it.
but you also hate what rafeâs doing, the girl heâs with and the way heâs with her, the fact that he brought her here and still wonât stop shooting daggers into jjâs head. in short, you hate all of it.Â
you lean in, resting your head against jjâs shoulder.Â
âiâm sorry. i donât know whatâs going on with him. but, heâs here with a girl.â
âand youâre here with me.â jj wraps an arm around you.Â
âyes, but not because-well, i donât know.â it feels stupid coming out, but if jj thinks that, he doesnât show any signs of it.
âsâokay. donât always have to know.â you keep your head on his shoulder, enjoying the warmth he brings. âby the way, heâs still watching.â you smile, though you canât tell which boy elicited it. âi mean, not gonna complain if i get to be your boy toy for a little but, nice to know you care-â you giggle, pulling away to put your drink on the sandy ground.
âyouâre telling me you donât want a sugar mama?â he laughs at your words and you relish in it.Â
it could be picture perfectâwaves crashing in the back, the fire flickering in front of you, stars sparkling above. jj keeps his hand on your cheek and leans in for a kiss, and you find yourself leaning too, when the voice of your best friend breaks the silence. you pull away from jj to look up at rafe standing behind you.
âhey. weâre goinâ. câmon.â
ârafe-â you start, but you get interrupted. jj stands, facing rafe.
âhey buddy, weâre a little busy. but uh, iâll make sure she gets home safe-â
âguys-â
âwasnât fuckinâ talkinâ to you, pogue-â
âtuck her into bed, and everything. donât worry your little head âbout it-â
âmâgonna knock your little head out if you donât get the fuck away from-â having heard enough, you drag rafe away by his arm, your pretty nails digging in harshly.
âwhat the fuck was that, rafe?â you ask, though you feel the bitterness coursing through your veins. howâs that fairâthat he parades his girlfriend around you, at the club and here at the bonfire, but you canât so much as spend a moment alone with jj.Â
whatever reservations you had just held about using jj to make rafe jealous seem to have gone far away. instead youâre just angryâhe wants his own girlfriend and he wants you without a boyfriend too. you turn to look back at the boy you left behind at the fire. jj gives you a thumbs up.
âhow many times do i have to fuckinâ tell you to-to stay away from that pogue-â
âhe has a name,â you counter, so defensive because jj was being nice to you even when he didnât have to be, helping you even with no gain for himself. âand you canât order me around, okay? you brought a girl here but i canât talk to jayj? how does that make any sense?â
âstop yellinâ,â he barks, grabbing you by the arm now, and guiding you away.
âwhy? afraid someone might hear us? like your little girlfriend? whereâd she go, by the way, i bet sheâs missing you right about now-â
âshut up. shut it.â you donât realize how far rafeâs dragged you until you shake out of his tight grip, standing next to his truck on the street.
âiâm sick of this rafe.â it comes out quieter than you intend, tears prickling up. you hate crying, especially infront of the boys but even more so infront of rafe. âiâm not stopping my life and boys that i wanna see, and relationships i want to have because youâre not okay with it. not when you have your own girlfriend. itâs not fair.âÂ
âi donât. i donât have a girlfriend.â you roll your eyes, he watches it happen with a tight fist, jaw clenching.
âyes, you do.â
âno, i donât.â
âyou donât?â you question, unbelieving. âyou just.. walk around with the same girl for weeks. take her everywhere. but sheâs not your girlfriend?â youâre snarky like alwaysâyou still donât know if he likes it or not.
âno, sheâs not.âÂ
âbullshit. at least get your fucking story straight, rafe. that girlâs probably half in love with you-â âmânot dating her. and if it bothered you so much how come you didnât say something, huh? you pull this shit with fuckinâ maybank instead?â
âiâm not pulling anything with jj.â you lie through your teeth, hoping rafe bites. âi-i like him.â
âno you fuckinâ donât.â
âwho are you to tell me-â
âyou donât like him. what you like is makinâ me fuckinâ angry. well, it worked. stay the fuck away from him. and get in the goddamn truck.â
you groan loudly, the noise almost a scream and filling the quiet street. but you comply, getting into the passenger seat and letting rafe drive you homeâto your house, not tannyhill like every other night. when he pulls up to your house, you resist the urge to get out without saying anything at all.
âiâll see you tomorrow, kid.â you sigh, looking back up at rafe.
âthatâs it? youâll see me tomorrow?â
âwhat else do you want me to say, huh?â
âare you just gonna ignore all of that? what the hell was that?â
âmânot ignoring anything-â
âso, i canât see jj anymore. are you still seeing her? who am i allowed to date then? kelce? top? do you have a pre-approved list for me?â
âshut up.â
ârafe,â you sound serious, as serious as heâs ever heard you, shifting in your seat to look right at him. he looks back, his knuckles white on the steering wheel at the mention of you dating kelce or top or anyone. âiâm not gonna stay single forever. i know your alpha-male tendencies donât agree with it, but girls have needs too. i want-â
âwhat? what do you want?â
âthe possibility of getting laid without you screaming at every boy i talk to would be nice.â
âdonât talk like that.â
ârafe.âÂ
exasperated, you unlock the door and climb out, not turning back to say goodnight. the last twelve hours seem like a blur, between texting jj and actually seeing him and rafeâs reaction to it. youâre not sure what kind of reaction you really wanted out of him, but youâre not happy with the one you got. you donât know what, if anything, would have pleased you.Â
that night, you go to bed angry and wake up sad. jj texted you something but you canât find the heart to look at his message yet.Â
youâre sure the boys have something planned for today, like they always do, but the idea of opening the groupchat to look at what they decided on makes you feel sick. so you stay home instead, showering off yesterdayâs anger and wondering why rafe thinks you donât deserve to have a boy in your life to fool around with, to date, to do anything with.Â
the answer, sharp and painful like the jagged end of a piece of glass, hovers in your mind. you try to push it away.
rafeâs wrongâlike always. you really donât like making him angry, like it even less that your routine is disrupted and that for the first time in a long time, you donât want to see your best friends today. brushing your hair, the sound of your bedroom door opening snaps you out of your thoughts.
âcâmon kid. get dressed. topâs got tee time at two and we booked lunch before.â you turn to look at rafe but donât budge. he takes a look at youâdressed in one of his old frat shirts and plaid shorts that barely peak out.Â
you look pretty all the time but it feels the worst, the hardest to deal with, when itâs just the two of you alone like this, none of the shit that you do for other people, for outside the houseâthe makeup, the hair, the nice clothes. when youâre pretty like this itâs just for him, since no one else gets to see you, no one but him. you probably didnât even notice you were wearing one of his shirtsâsomething that leaves him feeling more pleased than he should be. but like always, heâs not gonna tell you any of that.
âare you adding deaf to stupid?â he asks, and you roll your eyes, letting out an irritated huff.
âiâm not coming. go away.â you turn around on your vanity chair to face your mirror, continuing brushing your hair. rafe walks up behind you, staring at you in the mirror.
âcâmon. lunch is at the place you like. iâll even talk to you when kelce and top are up.â
âis that your way of apologizing?â
âitâs not an apology.â
âof course itâs not. why would you say sorry? you probably donât think you did anything wrong.â
âi didnât.â
âmm-hm. when does rafe cameron ever do anything wrong?â you keep brushing your hair, staring at yourself in the mirror instead of at him. âpsycho.â
rafe yanks the brush from your hand, spinning your chair around to face him. he boxes you in, his hands resting on the armrests. heâs too close to you, it makes his head spin. you wish heâd stop, you know heâs not going to. you watch with bated breath, wondering whatâs coming next.
âi⌠didnât mean to make you upset.â you keep staring up at rafe, blinking fast. âand i didnât see it from your side. so, mâsorry. about that part. nothinâ else.â you canât help the slow smile that grows on your faceârafe, apologizing, and to you of all people. you thought youâd never see the day.
âthanks rafe.â
âalright. get ready. truckâs still runninâ.â he pulls himself upright, freeing you of the restraint. you can hear the bass of the music in his car, the future song audible from your open window.Â
âthatâs bad for the environment. and i didnât say i forgave you.â snatching the hairbrush back, you resume your motions. you hear rafe groan and itâs hard to hold back the smile. maybe you did like making him angry.
âkid.âÂ
âwhat? i heard your apology, and i donât accept it. hope you girls have fun at golf-â rafe leans back in, holding your jaw shut between his fingers.
âdo you ever shut up?â you shake your head from your position, though you canât really move. âwhatâs it gonna take, huh? you want my permission to fuck âround? sleep with some, some fuckinâ nobody? some pogue? tough shit. youâre not gettinâ it.â he lets you go, and you rub your jaw tenderly.
âbut you get to do it?âÂ
âthatâs different-â
âno itâs not! youâre just a dick. and sexist. who am i supposed to sleep with, then?â you shoot back.
âi donât fuckinâ know, kid. me, i guess. at this point-â
âha-ha funny. youâre an-â when you finally get up and look at him, heâs staring at you. âwhat?â
âyeah. thatâs fine.â he shrugs, like heâs just decided something trivial, like what to order at lunch or which iron to use. âyou can sleep with me.â
âexcuse me?â
âyeah. yeah, itâs a good solution. that way you can stay the fuck away from maybank and any other asshole.â
ârafe. shut up.â
âthink about it,â he says, and you fall silent to listen, though this is the worst idea youâve ever heard in your life. âyou get what you want. i get what i want. it works out.â
âhow is being your pity-fuck remotely close to what i want?â
âsheesh, kid mâtryna help you right now. offerinâ you a solution-â
ârafe?â âyeah?â
âget out.â you walk over the door, swining it open and waiting for him to step out.
âjust think âbout it,â rafe says, standing by the door but not leaving just yet. âalright?â
âgoodbye, rafe.âÂ
you listen to the soundsâhim walking down the staircase, the front door closing, his truck taking off. after youâre sure heâs gone, you let out a breath you didnât realize youâd been holding inside.
sleeping with rafe had been nothing more than a drunken thought that occasionally slipped into your mind when heâd be nice to you after some party. curling up next to him at tannyhill every other night certainly didnât help, but thatâs all it wasâa thought, not reality.Â
then you wonder if itâs really such a bad idea. maybe if you just got out all of this pent up energy with rafe, and then worked on finding someone he actually approved of, it would be easier for both of you.Â
key word: maybe.
the idea that heâs still seeing that girl, the one he keeps denying is his girlfriend, makes you want to puke. heâd have to stop that, that would be part of your agreement.Â
maybe rafeâs right, maybe you both get what you want out of this, as messed up as it seems. it canât be the worst idea in the worldâkelce and top always joke the two of you are half a couple already.
you go to your closet to pick out an outfit for golf, hoping you werenât about to ruin your friendship with your best friend.
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rafeâs leaning against the bar at the club when you find him. you think heâs got a weird sixth sense, he always knows when youâre around, and he looks up before youâre even near him.Â
âi knew you wouldnât pass on lunch. top owes me five bucks.â
âyeah. sure.â you put a hand on the counter to steady yourselfâthis is harder than you thought it would be. rafe takes a sip of his drink. you want to chastise him, tell him itâs only twelve-thirty and too early for drinking, but nothing comes out. your mouth feels dry and you almost want to chug the rest of his scotch. surprisingly, you refrain.
âwhat?â rafe asks, and you glance up at him, eyes locked.
âi thought about what you said this morning. what you offered.â
âand?â the bastard looks so smug. you should the slap the smirk off his face but you know what heâs thinkingâproud of coming up with the idea himself, thinking heâs doing such a service.
âand.. better the devil you know and all that.â you wait for the other shoe to drop for a moment, for rafe to admit it was all a big prank and you fell for it, and now the boys owe him money or something.
âgood. i agree. so should we get outta here, or what?â
âright now?â you question, eyes widening. âwhat about tee time?â
âyouâre the only whoâs so horny youâre on the verge of jumping pogues. mâjust tryna help you-â
âshut up!âyour face heats, looking around to make sure no one heard him. âby the way, between the two of us youâre the only one jumping pogues.â
âyeah, yeah. so not now, then?â
âa gentlemen as always, rafe. no, really, thank you, for showing me chivalryâs not dead.â you roll your eyes again, staring ahead at the bottles behind the bar. you donât want to turn and look at rafe again, but you do.
âat this rate mâgonna have to show you what friends with benefits means too.â
âshut up.â it comes out like a hiss this time, narrowed eyes focusing in on your best friend and apparently, new fuck buddy.
âyeah, yeah. theyâre at the table near the window.âÂ
âthanks.â you walk in that direction, catching a glimpse of top and kelce, but your feet pause for a moment. you stay still, but glance back at rafe.
heâs not leaning against the bar anymoreâheâs facing you, staring at you. blue eyes rake over your skin top to bottom, focusing on the pretty sandals and polished white toes, smooth lotioned skin, your short white skirt and tight golf shirt, with one too many buttons popped.Â
when youâre talking without ever shutting up, itâs hard for him to focus on anything but your glossy lips or long eyelashes fluttering when you roll your eyes. but now heâs taking it inâhow easily you agreed to this little idea, how you talk a big game but you donât seem as hesitant or upset as you were this morning.Â
you turn back and keep walking towards the tableârafe can tell youâre flushed. heâs fine with it, prefers it this way. anythingâs better than you going on dates with strangers, showing them looks and emotions and other things that belong to him.
if youâre horny, all you had to do was tell him. downing the rest of his drink, he goes back to the table and like always, sits next to you.Â
kelce and top talk about the same old shit, until they focus their attention on you. youâre being quiet, not nearly as talkative or snippy as usual, and you havenât said a word to rafe the whole time.
âand whereâd you two go off to last night?â kelce asks, pointedly looking at rafe while he asks you the question.
âyou guys know you left us stranded, right? we all came together. i mean iâm not saying self-absorbed but-â topper adds, but you cut him off.
âyouâre really not one to talk about self-absorbed, are you top?â you shoot back, and kelce chokes on his water.Â
âeasy,â rafe says, and normally youâd fire away something at him too, but this time you donât. âwe had somethinâ to take care of. but you got home didnât you?â
âyes, but-â topper says, but rafe cuts him off again. you hold back a laugh.
âthen shut up âbout it.â
âkelceâs mom had to pick us up. it was humiliating.â you snort into your lemonade, all four of you bursting into laughter. you turn to ask kelce a follow up question, and rafeâs staring at you while you laugh. something low in your stomach twists, like a butterfly trying to fly out and away.
when kelce and rafe start talking about the course today, topper leans in to say something to you.
âyouâre getting mean. yâknow that means youâre spending too much time with him.â you transfer your gaze from top to rafe, staring at the boy next to you.Â
the idea of what you would normally say floats through your headâsomething funny and earnest but still making top feel better, not saying sorry but making him laugh instead. nothing comes to mind.
âyeah. i guess i am.â
you sit through golf, reading your book in the cart while the boys play nine holes. your phone rings with a call from your parents about an hour in, and when you step away to take it, rafe follows you. the boys protest from the distanceâit must have been his turn.
âyou goinâ home?â rafe questions, and you jolt at the sound, not realizing he was right behind you.
âgod. you scared me.â he doesnât say anything, just keeps staring down at you. âyes, uh, mom wants me home for something.â
âyou need a ride?â
âno, i drove here, remember?âÂ
âoh. yeah. am i gonna see you tonight?â the words make you flushâstupidly, no matter how hard you try to fight it, knowing that they shouldnât. the two of you are going to be terrible at this. âkid?â
âcareful, rafe. youâre starting to sound like a boyfriend.â âyeah. and we wouldnât want that, now would we?âÂ
sucking in a breath, tearing your gaze away with pretty blue eyes that are looking at you like maybe that wouldnât be the worst idea in the world, youâre at a loss for words again. before all of this drama, you could count the amount of times you had been rendered speechless by rafe with no handsâsince it had never happened. still with nothing to say, you turn around and start to walk away. foot steps follow you.
âhey, hey. mâjoking, itâs just.. a joke. how about i come over later? and weâll talk about it.â you spin on your heels to face him.
âtalk about it? talk about what?â
âour.. arrangement. yâknow talk about it..â he tilts his head stupidly and you canât decide if you want to slap him or kiss him. â..fuck about it.â
âokay! thatâs it. bye, rafe.â storming away, you almost wish you hadnât heard what he called out after you.
âbye, kid. iâll see you later.â
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at ten pm that night, freshly showered and somehow in another one of rafeâs shirts, you were back to where you were this morningâbrushing your hair. rafe doesnât knock on your door, just barges in.
âoh my god-â
âhello to you too.â he steps in, shutting the door behind him and taking a seat on your bed. you spin on your chair to face him.
âhow the hell do you keep getting in here?â
âwhat? your mom let me in.â
âyou didnât even text-â
âi told you at the club. you have selective memory, kid.â he looks you over again. ânice shirt.â
âoh shut up.â you turn away for a moment, setting the hairbrush down, biting your cheek. âso?â
âso?â he repeats. heâs smiling, you can just tell.
âarenât we gonna talk about our arrangement? thatâs what you told me at the club-â you finish in a mocking voice.
âwhat else is there to talk about? you wanna get laid, i donât wanna see you with random guys.â
âi still donât understand whatâs wrong with the guys that i-â rafe cuts you off, and he sounds angry.
âof course you donât understand. you donât haveât think about this shit, because i think about it for you. whatâd you gonna do when some guy starts sleepinâ with you âcause me and top pissed him off once? or one of those pogues, huh? to get back at us? take some video of you and send it to everyone? brag and show it off to everyone?â
âoh.â
âexactly. so mâlookinâ out for you. this is better, trust me.â the thing rafeâs saying are making sense. you were on board anyways, but you feel better that thereâs a real reason behind it.
âbut what about that girl-â you ask, though you donât know what kind of answer youâre expecting. rafe sighs.
âwhat about that girl?â
âare-are you gonna sleep with other people too?â
âno. mâtoo busy anyways. works out for both of us.â
âoh. okay. promise?â
âwhen have i ever lied to you?â you sigh, about to protest, when he finishes his sentence. âpromise.â you feel strangely reassured, like this is a good idea.
âokay. thanks.â you dodge his gaze, playing with your manicured nails, pink this time.
âalright. get on the bed.â
ârafe-â
âwhat? i just said-â
âyouâre not even gonna, like, take me out for dinner first?â
âwho the hell dâyou think paid for your lunch?â
âi donât know.. kelce? he got lunch last week. should i go sleep with him next?â
âha-ha. get on the bed.â
âugh. youâre so crass. i donât even know how you get any girls-â
âyeah, yeah. are you gonna shut up now or what?â
you canât think of anything to say, so you finally follow his instructions, crawling into your bed and sitting up against your pillows to look at rafe.Â
youâve see him naked before. heâs seen you naked before. with all the time you spent together on the druthers or at the beach, you should be used to seeing him like this. he yanks off his shirt, pulling it off with a fist in the back over his head.Â
the first sign that this idea wasnât going to go as planned should have been nowâfeeling your breath catch in your throat at the sight in front of you. your best friend shirtless, getting closer to your bed. your eyes rake over tan, muscled skin and the silver chain glimmering around his neck. you donât realize you moved, body sliding down and back flat against your mattress while rafe starts to lean across the bed, his hand planted next to your head.
rafeâs hovering over you. your breathing shakes for a moment, wondering if it would be this easy for him to do this with any other girl. you dismiss the thought when rafe leans in to kiss you, but it almost seems too wrong to let it happen.
âwait-â you move your head a little so your lips are away from rafeâs. âare you sure? you donât think itâs gonna be weird?â
âstop bugging out, kid.â he says it low and quiet, and your entire body quivers from the sound.
âanswer the question, asshole.â rafe laughs, his hot breath fanning across your cheek. you canât help it, you laugh too, turning to look at him. you think heâll be grinning like somethingâs funny, but your smile dies the second you lock eyes.
heâs not smiling, he looks as serious as youâve ever seen him. he licks his lips, moving his eyes over your body, his shirt and your bare legs.
âyou wearinâ anything under this?âÂ
he moves one of his hands from your knee to your thigh, stroking the soft skin. you curl your leg automatically, head lifting to watch his hands and your entire body trembling under his touchâitâs hot and electric, making your heart beat faster and the hairs on your arm stand up. he looks up from your legs to your face, watches you shake your head to answer no.Â
âgood girl.âÂ
your head falls back onto the pillow when the words leave his mouth. a chuckle leaves his mouth, but still heâs not smiling, itâs more just a noise of pleasure than anything else. rafe sits up between your legs, hands grabbing onto both of your legs and stroking again. he makes his way all the way to your hips, fingers dancing over the waistband of your panties.Â
you think heâll stop, maybe at least answer your earlier question, though you canât remember what you had even asked him. he doesnât, fingers swiftly hooking around the fabric and pulling them down your legs. you suck in another breath, angling your foot so they fall onto the bed while you keep your eyes locked on him.
âyâready?â he asks, and you nod, though youâre not sure what youâre agreeing to. his hands go back to your thighs, pushing his t-shirt up to expose more skin. you tense up, but he keeps a palm on your knee. ârelax.â
before you can anticipate anything else, he strokes your pussy, which is shamefully wet already, with two fingers, prodding the sensitive skin and gathering wetness. he does that laugh again, like he canât believe what heâs looking at, and you try to shut your trembling thighs in embarassment, but rafe holds them open.
ârafe-â but before you can finish your sentence, two thick fingers plunge inside you, âoh my godâ!âÂ
âhah. good.â when he pushes his fingers out, just to slam them back in, your eyes roll all the way back, another loud moan emitting from your mouth, sounds heâs thought about a hundred times before but still canât compare to the real thing. but of course, you donât need to know any of that. âdonât get too loud. yâfolks are downstairs, remember?â
you donât seem to remember. when he picks up the pace, really just wanting to test you and see how much you could take, you start moaning even louder, sweet breathy sounds filling the room. theyâre just for him, and normally heâd want you screaming, but he canât arouse too much suspicious, or your parents wonât ever let him back in the house. his other hand, the one holding your legs open, moves to your mouth, clamping his palm over your lips to keep your noises quiet.
you must like it, you clench around his fingers and your walls flutter when he locks eyes with you, almost hunched over you to keep you quiet while still fucking his fingersânow three, though he didnât realize when heâd added anotherâinto you.Â
rafeâs hard, and he canât remember the last time he was patient enough to wait to get his dick wet, but he likes you like this, not just shutting up for once, but eyes shut and face twisted with pleasure, whimpering into his hand, legs shaking in his grip while youâre wet around his fingers.Â
ârafe-â you mumble, the sound all muffled. âmâgonna, ohh-â he picks up the pace, shushing you while battering into your pussy, listening to the gasps and whimpers through his palm while you cum all over his hand.Â
limbs like jelly and throat dry, you lay there, catching your breath. your skinâs hot and flushed, and you stare at rafe while he stares at you.
âwhat?â you question, and it comes out quiet, soft, like youâve done something you shouldnât have. heâs thinking a couple of things, some of which have no business being in his head at all. do you always get this wet? who else has seen you like this? whoâs gonna get to hear you moan the way you just did for him some day?
ânothinâ.âÂ
âoh. okay.â you sit up against your headboard, pulling yourâhisâshirt down to cover up a little. âwell, thank you.â
âyeah. no problem.â for a second he hestiatesâbriefly concerned you want him to leave now. âwell? come on.â youâre trying to sound like you always do, a little irritated at him, a little snarky. he can see through it this time.
âwhat?âÂ
âget the condom. youâre the one who said weâre doing it today.â rafe watches for a second, wondering if he should laugh or yell at you, when you pull off his shirt. he stares at you, not moving, wondering why he thought this would be a good idea.Â
heâs seen you naked before, changing in the same room or when you two lost all boundaries and started walking into bathrooms while the otherâs showering, but this seems different. propped against your headboard naked, with your cum on his fingers, asking him to get a condom. now that heâs seen you like this, he has a new life mission of making sure no one else ever gets to.Â
âgod, youâre such a boy.â
âshut up.âÂ
âyou shut up. you talked such a big game and now youâre just staring at my boobs-â he moves quickly, fingers on your jaw, actually shutting you up.
âlie down.â biting your lip, you comply, sliding down so rafe was on top of you. âspread your legs.â you move to do so, but rafe uses his hands on your thighs to pull them apart before you can. you canât look at his face, it almost feels too weird, so you decide to stare at his dick instead, watching him roll the condom on with a puzzled face.
âwhat?â heâs been looking at your face the whole time.
ânothing. if i had known you were this big i wouldâve asked a while ago-â rafe starts laughing, a real one this time, and you burst into giggles too.
âstop-â and he gets closer to you, lining himself up with your wet cunt, â-making me laugh. shut up.â
âyouâve said shut up like thirty times but you wonât stop talking eithe-oh!â he pushes in all at once, and all the breath leaves your lungs. you gasp instead, toes curling, feeling incredibly full, the disbelief that youâre full of rafe quickly fading away.Â
you should have known heâd be good at this, good enough to actually get you to shut up. he starts a slow pace, thrusting in and out and you look up to see your best friendâs face contorted with pleasure, heavy breaths in your ears and the scent of his cologne overwhelming everything. his chain dangles on your neck, tickling you, and you try to permanently engrain the feeling into your memory.
you attempt to stay quiet, though the slam of the headboard against the wall is a dead giveaway. rafe pushes all the way out and then all the way back in with another slam, and thereâs nothing you can do but take it, clamping your hand over your mouth now.
he manhandles your legs into place, pressing them to your chest while he continues the exhausting pace. you canât discern anything but rafeâs quiet groans and heavy breaths. youâve just cum but it doesnât take long for that hot feeling to wind up again in your stomach, toes curling and eyes getting watery. your moans are still muffled, but the way rafeâs looking at you is only making them get louder.Â
your bottom lip must be bleeding from the way your teeth have been abusing it. rafe moves your hand out of the way and leans in for a hot kiss, his tongue in your mouth and swallowing all of your noises.
with a final oh god, oh god, oh god, moaned into rafeâs mouth, you cum hard around his dick, eyes pressing shut and stray tears falling down, rafeâs lips not leaving yours.Â
you donât know whyâbut you wrap your arms around his neck, keeping the kiss going. rafe pulls away for a moment to breathe and you open your eyes, staring up at him through wet lashes, licking your swollen lips, while he looks back down at you.
he leans in for a final kiss, groaning into your mouth while he spills into the condom, still thrusting in and out of your sore pussy.Â
rafe rolls off of you, resting on your sheets beside you. you try to catch your breath.
âyou didnât last very long.âÂ
âand how long did it take ya to cum all over my fingers?â
âoh, whatever. whereâs my shirt?â
âitâs my shirt,â rafe says back, finding the discarded clothing on the ground and tossing it on your chest. you sit up, sliding his shirt back on. rafeâs standing, pulling on his shorts.
âare you leaving?â you ask, and you regret it the second it comes out, quiet and soft like you want him to stay.Â
you do want him to stay, but you donât want him to know that you do. it all feels very complicated and your thighs are aching, your throat dry.Â
âno.â he sits back down next to you, swinging an arm over your shoulder like he always does. you lean into his chest.Â
âyou kissed me,â you say quietly. youâre glad your face is pressed into his side, you donât think you could handle looking at his face right now. âand you were quiet. i didnât expect that.â
âyour parents are downstairs, remember?â
âoh. i forgot.â you realize after that you donât want him to know he fucked you so hard you forgot where you were and who was home.
âis kissing off limits?â rafe asks, and you almost choke processing the sentence. things you never thought rafe would say to you.â
âno.. it was nice.â you pause, listening to the silence of the room and the thud of rafeâs chest in your ear. youâre no expertâthough you fear youâre about to become oneâbut it seems faster than normal. âyou want ice cream? or cookies? i made some yesterday.â
âno, kid. itâs fine.â you chew your cheek nervously. you want rafe to want to stay, not just because you asked.
âyou can go.. if you need to.â you look up at him and then look back down when he meets your eyes.Â
âwhy? got nowhere else to be.â
âoh. okay.â
âturn the tv on. weâll watch your stupid movieâ
âreally?â your face lights up, grabbing the remote on your nightstand. you open up the blanket at the foot of the bed, covering both of you while you try to find youâve got mail. you go back to your position and lean against rafeâs warm body, and he presses a kiss to your forehead. itâs not unusual, heâs done it before, but you donât miss the fact that heâs decided to do it now. you try to push away the warm feeling blooming in your chest.
âdonât ever make a joke about sleeping with kelce or top again.â
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your tired muscles wake up to the sun pouring into your bedroom. the light shines on rafeâs still-asleep figure, but you knew it wouldnât wake him up, nothing ever does. you donât remember falling asleep, barely remember anything after rafe showing up.
and the part where you slept with your best friend.
a guilt-trip dangles on the edge, about to take over, when you push it away and focus on the text messages on your phone instead.
top: rafe canât believe u bailed on cod. u better be dead in a ditch somewhere
kelce: maybe princess finally killed him
top: stop hanging out without us
kelce: top lets just pull up next time
you laugh, and rafe stirs at the sound. you give his arm a shove.
âyou ditched playing video games for me? iâm so flattered, rafey.âÂ
âshut up.â he grumbles. âgo back to bed. sâtoo early for this shit.â
âitâs nine in the morning. and i have pilates in an hour.â
rafe turns over, and you canât deny itâs nice to have him in your bed for onceâit seems like youâre always sleeping at tannyhill.
âdidnât get enough exercise last night? you need more?â
you fake a yawn, covering your mouth.
âexercise? what exercise? i donât remember that. you mean the boring sex?â
rafe sits up, facing you. you choke back a laugh.
âyou wanna say that again?â
âuhh-â
âin fact, why donât you try and get up? ten bucks says you canât even walk to the door.â
âi canât believe the two of us even fit on this bed with your gigantic ego-â
âdonât see you walking. mâwaiting.â you toss one of your throw pillows at him.
âget out!â
âalright. iâll say good morning to your parents on my way-â
âokay! wait, stay.â
âsâwhat i thought.â
âsome way to say good morning,â you mumble, scrolling through your other messagesâa text from your other friends about a party tomorrow and a reminder for your pilates class.
âyou woke me up.âÂ
âoh whatever. i was just surprised you skipped a video game for this. but i guess most boys would.â
âthereâs not much i wouldnât skip for you.â you smile at rafe, misunderstanding him.
âthatâs so nice. are you saying iâm a great lay?â he rolls his eyes.
âiâm trying to- shut up. whatâd they say?â he picks up his phone.Â
about twenty minutes later, after checking the hallway (and that too on wobbly legs, just like the smug idiot had predicted) rafe leaves. like always, he says heâll see you later.
you fall on your bed and dwell on the fact that rafe kissed you last night. itâs hard to focus on anything else, and with every passing second, you think this whole thing was a worse and worse idea.
but he doesnât seem to think that way. he seemed fine. heâs better at the no-strings-attached thing than you, and you donât think he would have suggested it if he didnât think you could handle it.Â
with that thought lingering, you get dressed for pilates and hope itâs easier to walk before you see the boys again. you find out that itâs really not.Â
after your class, you check your phone, finding messages from top and kelce. game night and pizza at kelceâs house. youâre invited, of course, but you shoot them a message saying youâre staying home with your parents instead.Â
the second you press send, rafeâs contact photo lights up your screen.
ârafe?â you answer it without even waiting.
âwhat, not cominâ tonight? you always come.â
âoh, um-â you pace around your room, trying to think of a lie on your feet. âmom and dad wanted to stay in. you know. game night.â the words feel stupid, though you hope heâll believe it.
âokay. you gonna swing âround after?â
âno, probably not. um, iâll see you tomorrow?â
âyeah, tomorrow. have fun, kid.â
âyou too. tell them i say hi.â
the rest of your day flies by and itâs not long before youâre curling up in bed with a tub of ice cream. your parents went out to dinner with some friends, while you contemplated what the hell you were doing with your own friends.
you four always had a standing date on saturday mornings in the summerâsnacks and a spin on the boat. if you donât go, itâs going to be incredibly obvious something was going on with you.Â
you call topper while you pack your boat bagâgrabbing the necessities the boys always completely forget about; spray sunscreen, an extra baseball cap, a book for you when you inevitably get bored of listening to them talk.
âwhatâs up?â top says, and youâve made your way into the kitchen, pulling out fruit to wash and cut.
âwhat time are we going on the boat? and iâm bringing strawberries and mangoes, is that fine?â topper is the pickiest when it comes to the fruitâkelce and rafe will eat whatever you bring.
âuh, i think noon. call rafe, weâre taking the druthers today.â crap. thatâs what you were trying to avoid. it feels crazy the second you think itâtrying to avoid rafe. you need to get it together. acting like some love sick girl over your best friend feels like the stupidest thing youâve ever tried to do. he must bring it out in you. âdo you have any of those oranges? the little ones?â
âiâll bring âem. listen, i need to get ready, do you know the time? iâll just meet you there.â your self-realization is going to have to wait for another day.
ânoon, yeah. iâll text it.â
âthanks top.âÂ
you start an internal monologue on repeatâstop being weird about it. heâs still your best friend. be normal. he is not your boyfriend. you repeat it, but still pick out the prettiest bikini you own, yellow gingham and held together entirely by straps youâve tied into pretty bows. you throw on one of the boysâ button-ups thatâs ended up in your closet somehow on top.Â
walking onto the pier, you hesitate in front of the druthers. you donât hear any of the boys, and though nothingâs stopped you from getting on and making yourself comfortable, you wait for a second.
itâs like he knows. rafe steps out from the bridge, and takes one look at you, eyes flicking up and down your body and taking in the yellow fabric thatâs barely covering anything, before offering you his hand to get on.Â
âhey.â
âhey.â you look around. ânice weather.â
âyeah.â
âkelce and top running late? he told me noon.â
âthose two are always late.â heâs staring at you, and this time it becomes clear, that heâs looking at you the way a boy who has been inside of you looks at you.
âi packed mangoes. you liked them last time.â
âyeah, i did.â
âi just hope theyâre sweet.â
âyeah. they probably are. sweet.â rafe keeps looking, and you turn around to set your bag down. âlisten, kid-â
âitâs a great day. good weather.âÂ
âyou already said that.â
âoh.â
âwould you stop and look at me?â
âno, um,â you start, emptying out your bag onto one of the seats. âsorry, iâm busy.â you feel rafe grab your shoulder, turning you around. heâs not as rough as he could be, like he usually is.
âyou okay?â he asks, and you feel stupid.
âiâm fine.. are you okay?â
âyeah. but youâre actinâ weird.â
âwell yeah, rafe. we slept together. itâs weird.â
âyou were on board-â
âi was. i am,â you clarify. surprising even to yourself, you think you still are. âdoesnât make it not weird. imagine if you and kelce slept together. wouldnât it be weird?â rafeâs face twists into a mixture of disgust and concern. âokay. bad example. sorry.â
âyeah. mâjust saying, i wanna make sure youâre okay. but i donât regret it if thatâs what youâre afraid of. and nothinâ has to change.â hearing him say it makes you feel better. you repeat the words, tasting the feel of it on your tongue.
âright. nothingâs changed. youâre still rafe. iâm still me.â
âit doesnât have to happen again, if you donât want it to.â you stare up at him with crossed arms.
âwhy are you being so nice about it?â
âjeez, kid. what, you-you want me to be a dick âbout it? sounds like youâd prefer that.â
âno, just. itâs weird when youâre nice.â you look at him for a second before the two of you start laughing. âyâknow what i mean.â
âalright. iâll stop being nice.â
âthank you. now where are these two? i wanna read my book.â
âprobably still sleepinâ. played until-â rafe keeps talking, but you realize youâre only half paying attention. he takes his shirt off, and at the very sight of his chain sparkling in the sun, you realize youâre no better than the girls who chase after him. âwhat?â
âhm?â a little dazed, you look up from his abs to his face.
âyouâre starinâ.â
âoh. you think we have enough time before they show up?â
âtime for what?â rafe stares at you while you stare at him. âoh.â
turns out he thought you did have enough time. you end up with your cheek pressed against the tan sofa in the cabin, body folded with your head down and ass up. rafeâs slamming into you from behind, and though itâs only the second time with him, you think thereâs no pleasure in the world comparable.
from this angle he feels even bigger than yesterday. you feel tighter, or maybe itâs just the way your cunt is sucking him in, he thinks, thrusting in and out with his hands grabbing the fat of your ass, watching it bounce with every one of his motions. he has an urge to untie your bikini top, just so he can look at the expanse of the bare skin of your back, but he knows youâll fuss if he does. he settles for shoving the thin yellow fabric of your bottoms to the side, yanking it so hard that youâre scared itâll rip.
âbeâohâcareful,â you get out in between moans, louder than the first time and louder still than he thought youâd be. he likes it more than he should. you already came once, but he wants to see if he can get another out of you.
âshut up,â rafe groans, eyes fixated on your perky ass, the one heâs stared at in hundreds of short dresses and tiny skirts, bikinis that he shouldnât let you wear and panties he gets an eyeful of when youâre asleep in his bed. âjusâ take it-â
you keep moaning against the couch, head shoved in to muffle what you can, but itâs when you look back at him, turning your head to watch rafe slam into you with wet, lustful eyes, tired from how hard he had just made you cum, that he really canât take it, finishing hard and fast while you let out pretty mewls that are still ringing in his ear.Â
he pulls out, adjusting your bikini bottoms to cover you up, though thereâs visible wetness staining them. your inner thighs are shiny where your juices glisten. rafe has to tear his eyes away, you keep your legs clamped shut.
âyou okay?â he asks, trying to catch his breath. you donât speak, just nod. âcâmon.â rafe offers you a hand, again, and you accept, following him outside and into the sun, even though youâre so tired you could fall asleep where you were.
âthanks.â you say, wiping your neck of the sweat that has collected there. he watches you do it. âsorry, i donât have a tip or anything. how about some fruit instead? call it even?â âshut up, kid. mânot a hooker, you fuckinâ weirdo.â
âno, of course not,â you gasp, like youâd never suggest such a thing. âthe correct term is escort, rafe. itâs all very american gigolo.â
âyou watch too many movies.â but you still hear him laugh when the two of you step onto the deck.Â
âwhatâs so funny?â you hear topâs voice, freezing up. you catch rafeâs eye, before looking away
ânothinâ, man-â rafe starts, but you start talking over him.
âjust debatinâ how long it would take you idiots to get ready. got enough gel there, top?â rafe and kelce laugh while topper narrows his eyes at you.
your days are on the boat are always funâthe boys steer while you enjoy the breeze and the sun. you pass the fruit around and read your bookâanother romance beach read, of course. this oneâs about two best friends falling in love. you canât find the will to keep reading.
you tune in a conversation about a party tonight.
âare we going?â you ask, looking expectantly at the three boys in front of you.
âyeah. why wouldnât we?â kelce says. you shift your gaze to rafe, who gestures to your thighs with his eyes. you clamp your legs shut, flushing.
âfun. what time?â
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finding a little hard to walk straight after your little tryst on the boat, you switch your heeled sandals for a pair of sneakers for tonight. you smooth out your pretty blue dress in the back of topâs jeep. him and kelce are in the front, you and rafe in the back, pulling up to whichever family that was off-islandâs mansion for the evening. the music was blaring, audible from even down the street, with two boys carring a keg into the house while top parked.
âare they celebrating something?â you question, staring at the crowds of people inside.
âyeah. the fact that itâs saturday night,â kelce answers, and you shove the back of his head from the backseat.Â
you hear rafe and top talking about something, though you canât make it out. yesterday you thought, dreading when the boys swung by your house to get you, that it would be awkward to sit next to rafe and act like nothing had happened. surprisingly after the conversation this morning, you find that itâs not. he leaned over to open the door for you to get in, asked you how your class was, did the things he always did.
topperâs an idiot for boosting his wheels, and youâd told him as much when he showed you guys for the first time. getting down is a nightmare, even more in your sore state (which you are attributing to the pilates and not the boy sitting next to you right now).Â
you turn to look at rafe again but heâs not there, and instead you see him in your window, opening the door and offering you a hand to get down. rafeâs probably helped you down a dozen times. this feels different, you admit to yourself, holding onto his hand to get down and keenly aware of his other hand hovering around your waist.
inside, the party is in full swing, one corner by the windows with billows of smoke and a group of boys in another corner mixing drinks.Â
the four of you end up like alwaysâdivided into half on opposite ends of a painted pong table from someoneâs old frat house. some girl topâs been talking to makes her way over, hanging off his arm before long. rafe watches you toss the white ball, your nose scrunching up in concentration. you cheer when it goes in, turning to hug kelce. youâve only had two cups but youâre getting tipsy already, he can tell.
âtop. top!â rafe shouts over the music, but heâs too busy talking to the girl to notice.
âman, heâs clearly busy,â kelce says with a laugh.
âi agree. looks like that oneâs for you, rafe.â you look at him with a giddy smile, leaning forward on the table, palms pressed flat. he wishes you wouldnâtâhe can see down the front of your dress from this angle. you cheer when rafe chugs the cup of cheap beer.
he should make the next one just to get back at you, but he doesnât want you to get too drunk. instead he misses, the ball falling right into kelceâs hands.Â
if you were sober, youâd roll your eyesâyouâd recognize that rafe missed on purpose. heâs better at this than all of you combined.
âgive me five,â rafe says to top, casting one more glance back at you and kelce before walking towards a group of people on the couches and fishing something out of his pocket.
heâs gone, at most, ten minutes, and returns to find kelce missing. his place is taken by some brunette boy, who is currently trying to show you the best way to toss the ball. heâs standing awful close, a hand on your shoulder, his gaze on your exposed skin while you stare at the red cups.
âwho the fuck is this?â rafe barks, though with the music blasting, only topper can hear him.
âi dunno, kelce ran off with that chick heâs been hooking up with-â the white ping pong ball lands in the red cup closest to rafe. he hopes he doesnât look up to see something thatâs gonna piss him off, but itâs dashed in secondsâyou hugging the stranger in glee that you made another shot.Â
he swings around the table, shooting a glare at the boy while putting himself in between the two of you. he faces the boy first.
âget lost.â the boy tries to say something, but rafe interrupts before he can get a word out. âget. lost.â you watch him scramble away, rafe turning to face you.
âcâmon. weâre done with pong.â
âbut i made the last one!â
âi said weâre done. yâlucky i donât take your ass home.â
âwe just got here. why would you take me home?â you question.
for all the big talk, all the jokes and banter and emotions youâre trying to bury, you still donât understand the simple truth known to everyone thatâs ever met you and rafeâheâs never going to be happy seeing you with any boy besides himself.
âwhatâs wrong?â you question softly, looking up at him with big, confused, drunk eyes, not snarky like he thought you might be.
âno. just.. stop talkinâ to strangers, sâall.â
âbut he was nice!â you yell over the music, picking up another cup from the table and taking a sip. you hate beer, but they took topâs jeep and not rafeâs truck, so thereâs no spiked seltzer here for you.Â
âno he wasnât.â he takes the cup from your hand, pouring half the beer out into another cup before shoving it back in your hand.
âyeah he was! donât you want that? the sooner i find a nice guy we can stop all of this, right?â you look at him earnestly, before chugging the rest of your beer.Â
âalright, youâre cut off.â
the rest of the night goes by the same as all the othersâkelce and top into a competition to see who can get more drunk, you tipsy enough to talk loudly about anything that comes to mind and rafe scaring away any guy who stares at you for too long. you stare at rafeâs back when he goes to sell, watching a pretty girl touch his arm when heâs counting the cash sheâs handed him.Â
you look away since you feel the beer coming back up, anger bubbling. you focus on topper, trying to follow along with his nonsensical conversation about his ex-girlfriend.
âdonât worry,â kelce says, and you turn your gaze on him, confused. âhe didnât even look at her.â
âwhat?â but his eyes arenât on you, glancing behind you. you turn, though you shouldnât, looking at rafe, two girls laughing at something while he opens the little white packet for them. glancing at kelce, and then at top, who is keeled over on the sofa, nursing a half-empty bottle of tequila just by himself, you walk over to where rafe is.
âwait, donât-â kelce calls out after you, but you donât listen.
ârafe, i think topâs ready to go. are you?â you interrupt his conversation with the two girls, and though you despise the fact that youâre doing this, you realize kelce was right. he wasnât even looking at them. you gesture at your two other best friends on the couch, kelce trying to yank the bottle from topâs grip.
âyeah, kid. câmon, this place is dead anyways.â you smile, though you shouldnât let rafe see it. no, your smile is for the girls. you feel an unparalled joy when rafe swings his arm around you, guiding you back to the couch.Â
you shouldnât look back, but you do. the girls look mad and you feel happy.
this is fuckedâthe very thought sobers you. you shouldnât be happy that those girls think thereâs something between you and rafe, but you are.Â
rafe manhandles topper into standing up, while kelce turns to talk to you. heâs drunk, and it comes out like a laugh. you smile, thinking heâs going to make some joke about top and tequila.
âyouâre just as toxic as he is. hah. and i thought rafe was bad-â
âwhat?â you ask, but rafe cuts you off before you can figure out what kelce means.
âkelce, itâs your job to make sure he doesnât puke in the back.â
âman, why am i always on top watch-â
in the car, you pick the music while rafe drives. you notice he keeps an eye out in the backseat, with topâs head half out the window and kelce texting on his phone.
âdid you sell a lot?â you ask. youâve never really mentioned it before, so rafe didnât expect it tonight.
kelceâs words linger in your head. if you werenât sober before he said that, you certainly are now.Â
âenough. why?â
âjust wondering. i saw you before we left, thatâs all.â you look at the road ahead, listening to the quiet tune of the bryson tiller song youâd put on.
âyou saw me?â
âwith the pretty girl throwing herself at you? hard not to see.â you regret the words as soon as they leave your mouthâyou sound bitter and angry, two things you truly are, but you donât want rafe to know already.
âwhat, you jealous, kid?â
âwhy would i be jealous? youâre not my boyfriend.â it comes out louder than you expected, trying to talk over top and kelceâs voices in the backseat.
âno, mânot.âÂ
you bite your cheek and stare out the window.Â
ânot to interrupt, or anything, but i think topâs gonna puke-â you jolt when rafe slams on the brakes.
tannyhill is fifteen minutes from where the party was, but it takes fifty minutes to get back. rafe pulled over twice to let topper puke on the side of the road, so itâs three am before the four of you get back.
you want to go homeâthe alcohol in your system and unfinished conversation with rafe have left you feeling queasy too, but itâs three in the morning. top and kelce are too drunk to drive you, and you donât want to ask rafe.
you decide that you donât want to be alone with rafe either, changing into one of the shirts youâd brought from home and stupidly looking down realizing itâs one of rafeâs. did you own a single t-shirt that wasnât from his closet? where had all of your clothes gone?
grumpy that youâre in his clothes, upset that he had pretty much admitted he wasnât your boyfriend, and riddled with the assumption that he meant he would never be your boyfriend, you collect a pillow and one of the blankets from his bed, walking out the door when you hear rafeâs voice saying your name.
âwhere the hell are you goinâ?â facing him, you stare at your feet.
âthe couch.â
âwhen have you ever slept on the couch here?â
âiâm starting something new.â
âget in bed before i drag you there.â you groan, thumping both feet on the ground before stalking into the room. rafe exhales loudly, loud enough that you hear it, before muttering something under his breath and following you inside, closing the door.
you sit on the bed, but before you can think about what youâve done, you bunch up a pillow in your hand.
âyou-â you throw the pillow at rafe, which misses him completely. âsuck!â the second thuds against his chest, before falling on the ground. you huff from your position on the bed.
rafe picks up both pillows, dropping them on the bed.
âwhat the hell was that?â
âthis whole thing was a mistake.â
âitâs been two days.â
âwell iâm an emotional fuck!â
âyeah, i can tell.â you pick up the pillow again, whacking rafeâs side with it.
âugh! you canât just-â your hands falter, dropping next to you while you look up at rafe through wet eyes. â-just say that us sleeping together is a good idea because you donât want me with any other guys. what the fuck am i supposed to do with that?âÂ
âi donât know! youâre the fuckinâ clueless one. whatâd you think that means?â
âstop! just tell me! stop making me think, iâm so drunk and everything is mental gymastics with you-â
âwell stop throwinâ my own pillows at me!â
âyou suck, rafe. all of this and you canât just tell me whether you like me or not?âÂ
in hindsight, you donât know where the question came from. maybe a small part of you that wasnât willfully ignorant suspected a long time ago that the way rafe acts towards you is more than just overprotective friendship. you had buried the thought the second it emergedârafe cameron doesnât have girlfriends, doesnât do relationships. the rafe thatâs been your best friend was your best friend for that very reason, because you werenât in love with him.
or at least you thought you werenât in love with him. and at least, he thought you werenât in love with him.
the truth, youâre beginning to realize, watching rafe grab the pillow youâre about to hit him with out of your hands and set it down, is that rafe only acts the way he does with you, and no one else. the drinks you like in the back of his car, his shirts in your closet, the bed you share and all the time you two spend alone. you thought it was a great friendship, and maybe it was. but all along thereâs been something bubbling underneath the surface, the feeling in the pit of your stomach when he started talking to that girl, how angry you get when you see him with any girl thatâs not you.Â
you thought rafeâs a dick for giving you such a hard time about any boy you try to talk to. he is a dick, but youâre the bitch that canât stand seeing him with another girl.
and as the thoughts rush through your head, rafe looks at you in his bed, in his shirt, and realizes the answer to your question is that thereâs no one in the world he likes more than you.
âyou should have told me âbout the emotional fuck part.â
âyou should have just confessed.â
ânah, not really my thing.â he sits down on the bed next to you, and you stare up at blue eyes that are looking at you, a smile on his lips. âthis whole thing was a bad idea.â
âitâs been two days,â you mock.
âyeah, well, we tried it.â
âdo you regret it?â you hold your breath for the moment of truth.
âcâmon kid. yeah, i do. âcause iâm not letting you out of my sight after this. youâre dating me or no one at all.â
âso if we break up-â
âstraight to the convent for you. donât worry, iâll send you a care package. strawberry seltzer and those porno books-â
âshut up.â
âyou shut up. and get the fuck into bed. itâs late.â
âyou donât want one last emotional fuck? on your last day as a single man?â you tease, crawling under the sheets. âlearn how to read a clock. itâs past midnight.â
âoh. whatever, you know what i mean.â
âi guess i can be convinced-â he leans in for a kiss, and you hold your breath waiting for it, when thereâs a sharp knock on the door.
âguys. sorry to interrupt whatever the hell this is, but i think top needs to get his stomach pumped.â
#đhere it is#i am so nervous about this if you think itâs ass . i apologize in advance#kook trio reader#rafe cameron#rafe cameron x reader
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Characters :: John "B" Routledge, JJ Maybank, Pope Heyward, Rafe Cameron.
Synopsis :: You ask your boyfriend to do a simple task for you just to see if he will.
Includings :: Short drabbles, established relationships, acts of service, nicknames, just lots of fluff, maybe ooc Rafe
An :: Just because I think this trend is adorable
ÂŤ J. Routledge Âť
"JB, can you pick out the pomegranate seeds for me? I don't like how sticky it is."
John B glanced back over at you as he stated at the Pomegranate and his lips press together in a thin line.
"Why didn't you get it in the cups? Where it's already all seeds?" He asks and you shrug, still holding the fruit out.
"It's sweeter this way. Please?"
He doesn't want to do it, not because he just doesn't want to; but because he doesn't really know how to peel a pomegranate.
But he nods with a smile as he grabs it from you and moves to grab the cutting board. "Of course, baby."
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ÂŤ J. Maybank Âť
"JJ can you pretty please with cherries on top peel this orange for me?"
JJ chuckles a bit as he raises his brows in slight amusement, tilting his head towards you.
"What? Can't peel it on your own?"
He snickers, sort of making fun of you and you just shrug, holding it out to him again and he rolls his eyes playfully as he takes it from you.
He digs his nails into the skin of the fruit as he peels it back. He's a bit messy with it, but he gets the job done.
He takes one of the slices, popping it into his mouth and hands you the rest.
"There. Is there anything else of yours that I can peel off?"
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ÂŤ P. Heyward Âť
"Pope! Tie my shoe, please."
"Of course." Pope hums and stops right in his tracks, he doesn't even question it or give you a confused look.
He gets down on his knees, patting one for you to place your shoe on his knee and he brings your hand to his shoulder to use as leverage.
He smiles as he ties your shoe, a simple task that he knows you could have done yourself but he doesn't mind doing it for you.
He taps your other shoe so both of them are tied the same and have less of a chance of untying without you even having to say anything.
He finished both shoes and dusts off his knees as he grabs your hand, entwining it with his and he places a kiss on your temple.
"There. Anything else you need?"
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ÂŤ R. Cameron Âť
"Rafee! Can you reapply my lipgloss?"
Rafe looks over at you, not quite hearing you the first time so he walks over to you, leaning his golf club against the golf cart where your seated.
"What was that, princess?" He hums when he finally got close enough and you hold out your [f/color] lipgloss tube.
"I asked if you could reapply my lipgloss for me."
He's amused and a bit astonished at your request because it's so simple for you to do it yourself. He even narrows his gaze at you a little bit and you only smile.
"Are you fucking with me?"
"So is that a no?"
He inhales deeply and sighs, grabbing it from you. "Fine."
Rafe grabs your face softly to tilt your head up as you pucker your lips at him and he applies the lipgloss to your top and bottom lip in a fresh glossy coat.
"There. All better now?"
You nod, smiling and he can't help but smile back as he places a kiss on your lips and you groan that he messed it up.
He only shrugs and leans back in for another.
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love love love the rafe cameron x weirdgirl!reader au!! imagine reader at the country club overhearing some mean boys making fun of her and how rafe is crazy to date someone like her :(( she stays in her room after hearing this and rafe catches her biting herself and crying (she normally bites him but after hearing this she feels like she canât) oh my heart-
No bc this is like sooo perfect. This is literally so her. Iâve been having a lot of fun coming up with lore for her so Iâm so glad youâre liking her so far!! Warnings: (Iâd like to note that weird girl is autistic coded bc I am autistic), Reader gets her feelings hurt, protective Rafe, biting 18+MNDI!! Part of this AU
âYeah dude, sheâs like so hot until she opens her mouth.â Your footsteps come to a sudden halt, your shiny black Mary Janeâs squeaking against the polished wooden floors of the country club. Thereâs a group of guys about your age standing around the corner in a circle all snickering to each other.
âNo, yeah, like she says the fucking weirdest shit in that creepy little monotone voice. I have no idea how Rafe puts up with it.â
âThe pussy must be out of this world or some shit because I would never be able to handle that. I saw her last week on the beach collecting animal bones or some shit bro. Bet she went back to check on her kill.â The entire group starts busting up laughing just as you feel hot tears start to stream down your cheeks. You just want to leave but they are blocking the only path to the door so you suck it up and high tail it as fast as you past them.
You were waiting for Rafe to be done with his game of golf but after that? You really didnât want to bother him with wanting to leave early so you decided to just walk the mile and a half home. If you were lucky maybe youâd run into the neighborhood cat you befriended and he would walk part of the way with you.
When you get home you rush up the stairs and into your room, slamming the door behind you. Your head is swimming with negative thoughts. You were always scared you were too weird for Rafe, too much, too different from him. So when you hear guys he hangs around saying things like that about you? Itâs hard to not let it get to your head.
You kick off your shoes and practically tear off the cute outfit you spent over an hour putting together. You grab your pink fuzzy robe, and walk over to your bunnyâs cage, smiling down at her with watery eyes.
âI think youâre the only one that really understands me, Lydia.â Your bottom lip wobbles as you pick her up and walk over to your bed. You rock back and forth slightly as you caress her fur, trying to self soothe. Youâre realizing in this moment that maybe you really are too much for Rafe because you hardly remember how to calm yourself down without him.
You wish so badly that he was here. You know he would hold you tight and let you sink your teeth into him until your tears stopped flowing. It seems to be one of the only things that truly calms you down so you decide to bring your own hand up to your mouth and bite down on it. It soothes you a little, but it isnât Rafe. Heâs called you a few times but you just let it ring, heâs probably worried, but youâre too embarrassed to pick up.
âBaby? Are you here?â The minute you hear Rafeâs voice you want to run to him, but the words of the boys at the country club playing in your head on repeat in your head cements you in place. âBats?â
When he opens your bedroom door and takes in the sight of you his heart sinks.
âBaby girl, whatâs going on? What happened? Where did you go? You scared the shit outta me.â He rushes over to you, coming to sit next to you on your bed. He rests his large hands on your calves and rubs soothing circles on your skin with the pads of his thumbs. You whimper and shake your head, your mouth still latched onto your hand. âBatty, youâve gotta talk to me, okay? Tell me whatâs going on.â
âI wasâŚâ You pull your hand away from your face, resting it on Lydiaâs back as you pet her softly, the feeling of her fur grounding you. âI was coming back from the bathroom and I heard Jake and those guys⌠talking about me.â
âWhat about you?â Rafeâs voice takes on a protective tone, especially when another fit of sobs erupts through you. He hooks his arms under you so he can pull you and your bunny softly into his lap. âPrincess. Tell me what they said.â
âThey said - they said that they donât know how you put up with me because Iâm so weird and that youâre probably only with me because the pussy is good.â You sniffle as your tears continue to fall and if Rafe didnât know you needed him right now he would be on his way back to the club to beat all of their asses until they couldnât walk.
âHey, hey, nah, none of that.â He cups your face in his hand, wiping away your tears. âYou know I love you, all your weird shit and all. Iâm not âputting upâ with you, I fuckinâ love your weird little ass.â
âThey also⌠they also said that - that I probably kill animalsâŚâ You start sobbing again and Rafeâs entire body tenses. He knows how much you love animals, how important they are to you. He wants to fucking rip their throats out.
âPrincess⌠Iâm so sorry they said that. They just donât know you, aight? Youâd never harm a fly. Donât let that shit get to you. I know itâs hard, but fuck em, they donât know fuckinâ shit about my baby.â He gives you a reassuring smile as he wipes away some of your remaining tears. His hand swipes past your lips and you turn your head slightly to sink your teeth into it. He chuckles, leaning in to kiss your forehead. âThereâs my weird girl.â
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touya x drug dealer! reader has been an idea that iâve been wanting to do for a while. i had thoughts of cute flowing dresses, flutes of champagne, strawberries with brown sugar, and a powdery compact mirror with a credit card lined with white at the edge âĄ
Touya hates going to the country club. He hates having to get ready to wear the stupid polo shirt and pressed pants his mother picked out for him. He hates having to take out most of his face jewelry, only leaving his eyebrow piercing as a slight rebellion to irritate his father. Itâs all so annoying to him but to be fairâ
They all hate going to the country club together.
Itâs only an obligation for them to attend as a family. To show up so that Enjiâs professional business ties can remain intact if the event is important enough. Itâs the only time everyone agrees together as a family. Despite the fact that going to the country club is meant to be a luxurious get away, the Todorokiâs see it as anything but.
With the exception of Shouto who is too young to partake in anything, the rest of the family cope in their own ways to survive an agonizing event that none of them want to attend.
Enji smokes in private with the other men, Rei quietly nurses a glass of white wine as she makes polite conversation with the other wives, Fuyumi and Natsuo discreetly pass a weed pen between one another, and TouyaâŚ
Well heâs got his special friend that he knows where to find.
All throughout the club, thereâs little signs that lead to a certain someone who exchanges little treats for just the right price. It could be money or it could be secrets or something else entirely, but the exchange given has to be deemed equal in value to what is handed out. Thereâs bouquets that are found throughout the entire club, all seemingly of the same variations except for one flower thatâs meant to point you in a certain direction.
Touya walks through the club, noting the one flower that sticks out in the bouquets as a subtle sign of where to find you.
Following the secret path, it leads him this time to a room with only a single piano in the center and the white curtains drawn over the windows.
Itâs a beautiful grand piece of shiny, lacquered black and is maintained regularly in its tuning. No music is being played though, all thatâs heard is the tinkling laugh from one of the two people that are sitting on the piano bench. Touya walks with his hands in pockets, leisurely in his step when he approaches you. Next to you is the caddy that often accompanies your father on the golf course, amber eyes lifting to him and giving him a friendly nod.
âTouya, so nice to see you again!â you greet with a warm smile. Youâre graceful in the way you stand up from the piano bench, sliding your hand along the caddyâs shoulders as you make your way to Touya. He leans down, used to the customary greeting of kissing each cheek from you. The perfume you wear is new, smelling more like citrus and freesia than the usual florals heâs used to.
Turning back to the caddy, you wave him off. âIâll meet you later Keigo, okay?â
The feathery blonde haired caddy stands from the piano bench, pressing a kiss to your temple first before making his way out.
âSo, what can I do for you today Touya? You wanna be perked up? Or you wanna relax?â You ask him immediately, leaning against the grand piano and clacking your manicured nails against the surface.
âYou ever think that maybe Iâm just here to see you? And nothing more?â Touya playfully nudged his shoe against your ankle, also noting the clean polish of your pedicure. Strappy white heels are your choice of shoe today to compliment your tea dress.
Youâre this vision of a good girl, prim and proper, soft and sweet. All the mannerisms you exude are perfected and practiced, taught firmly from the all girls school that you attended. On the surface, youâre just simply the rich daughter to the man who owns the country club. Youâre known to love lounging by the pool or reading under the shady trees by the garden. The older adults love to fawn over you, even trying to set you up with suitors but only if theyâre screened through your father first.
Rolling your eyes at him, you flash him a smile that sends the message of âyeah rightâ before you wave him over.
You lift the piano bench where your current stash resides. Itâs organized meticulously of all types of different pills and already measured bags of different powders. Nude colored nails hover over the selection that you know him to always get, but youâre polite enough to ask first for confirmation before plucking the packed substances from their spot.
âThe usual?â
Touya pulls money out from his pocket, the same exact amount that heâs paid every single time heâs seen you. âThe usual.â he confirms.
You hold two baggies for him, one with two blue pills and the other filled halfway of white powder. Touya takes it from you and waits for you to take out the held out cash.
âMm, this dress doesnât have pockets. Canât take it.â you smile as you shut the piano bench, âIâll take a kiss though.â
Touya smiles back, pocketing his cash alongside the goodies youâve given him. âIs that how youâre taking payments today? With kisses?â
He knows you want him, youâve been wanting him ever since he had fucked you at your fatherâs birthday party just a few months back. He can still recall the champagne he tasted on your lips, the silky material of your party dress as he pushed it over your hips, the smell of peony and honey spritzed onto your skin when he had bit your shoulder. It was an amazing fuck, one that he thought about going back for, but he liked to see you dangle yourself for him. Beg him with those pretty eyes and try to seduce him with low cut dresses or leave lingering touches that you hoped pull him in.
You shrug your shoulders and play coy, stepping into his personal space to smooth your hands along his shoulders as if you were going in to hug him. âSpecial just for you, Iâll figure it out with the rest.â
His hand slides along the small of your back to pull you in and close the space. âYou are so bad.â
âI happen to be a very good girl, my record shows that.â
âYour records were expunged by your dear daddy.â
âSo therefore, I have done nothing wrong.â you giggle, âCâmon, stop teasing me like this. You never want to see me outside of this place. I only see you when you and your family come to the club for an event, and you guys always look so miserable.â
âAnd thatâs why Iâm here,â Touyaâs hand drops lower, grabbing at your ass and relishing your little gasp, âbecause you help me get through these aggravating events.â
He teases you, has you chasing after him and keeps him entertained whenever he comes to this ridiculously posh club. You play the polite girl when youâre out among the crowd but heâs always felt your eyes on him whenever the two of you are in the same room together. If you could keep your eyes on him the entire time you would, but sadly you have to get pulled aside from so many people. From your inner circle, to polite introductions to your fatherâs colleagues, to the ones who want a little something to get them through the night. You carry yourself with grace and good posture, more than any girl that he had ever met.
Youâre the classiest little drug dealer he knows.
And like every deal, a transaction has to be completed. So he leans down to kiss you, holding you tightly by your waist to bring you closer to him. Youâre so eager for him locking your fingers behind his neck, sighing sweetly that makes him reminisce of that night you had together. The plush of your lips takes him back to that night, back when you smelled more floral and warm, when he had found you lounging alone at the pool and bored from your fatherâs party.
Surprisingly you pull away from the kiss. âI like you Touya, câmon we had so much fun together at my daddyâs party. Donât you wanna have fun again?â
âI never said that I didnât want to do it again.â Touya points out as he takes a seat on the piano bench, âItâs crossed my mind.â
You pout at him, the gloss from earlier kissed off slightly sticky on his lips instead. Carefully you wipe away the remnants of the gloss from his lips, smudging it on the pads of your fingers. âYouâre so mean, you know that? Donât you know to not make your plug mad?â
âAh, how can I make it up to you, princess? Please oh please,â Touya wryly plays along with you, âwhat can I do to get back in your good graces?â
You hold out your hand to him, âTake a walk with me.â
Walking out hand in hand with you, he is led out of the piano room and allows you to take him to wherever it is you have in mind. You pass by one person that you give a subtle signal too, Touya observing how they make their way to the piano room with a key in hand. He wonders how much youâve paid off certain workers inside the country club to help and protect you.
He admires that about you, not being afraid to exercise your power. Maybe it just comes with being a spoiled brat who can get her record wiped clean when she calls her daddy with crocodile tears. All this wealth at your disposal and the only thing that entertains you is being the unofficial country club girl scout for xannies, oxies, and other treats.
Touya is led to different halls throughout the club, some he recognizes more than others, but not as well as you do. These are your grounds after all. The caddy from before is seen talking to a group of gentlemen, the elders clearly enjoying conversation with him if the boisterous laughter and the friendly pats on his back are anything to go by. Hell, Touyaâs father is apart of the group and even he looks to be amused from whatever quip the feathery haired young man doled out.
Keigo must sense your presence nearby as he immediately looks up to see you. You blow an air kiss to him and he pretends to catch it in his fist. Touya can swears that when he looked at you, you mouthed âlove youâ to him as they passed by.
He doesnât know much about Keigo, only that he was brought on by you and that he happens to be very charming with many people. Looks wise, he can see why you went for him but Touya hasnât taken any personal interest to get to know the caddy.
People pass by and give you pleasant greetings, all of which you returned kindly but never paused to have a conversation. Thereâs excitement running through you as Touya follows behind, wondering where exactly youâre taking him. He can tell by how eager your pace is that gives it away. Itâs precious, he enjoys it too much.
You want him that badly.
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Touyaâs not sure how heâll explain to his mother how his pants got so wrinkled, but itâs a thought that gets pushed out of his mind as he smothers you in a kiss. Heâs trying to recall his last excuse when his mother questioned how he became so unkept. The answer isnât quite coming to him; all he can recall is just the adrenaline he had afterwards from fucking you so good. Normally heâs very smooth with his words, lying easily to anyone when it pleases him, but he had gotten pussy drunk off of you and his brain just wasnât operating the same.
You and that cunt of yours.
Heâs almost upset that heâs been denying himself this entire time. There were plenty of nights recalled the sloppy kisses from you, the elegant way you crooked your finger to bring him to you, and when you pulled on the roots of his hair when he had eaten you out. Truthfully he had wanted to chase you just as much when the deed had been done. But as heâs got you on your knees for him, Touya remembers why he decided to not give into you so easily.
âPlease Touya? Please, pretty please?â
Itâs so sweet when you beg.
He remembers after coming down from the high that arrogant look on your face when he had helped zip your dress back up. That because he had shagged with you then he was surely to come at your beck and call. Instead of giving in, Touya decided that heâd like to see you chase after him. To have you be the one sending text messages or letting late night calls go unanswered, declining private invitations from you to keep you frustrated.
He still has all your voicemails of you breathless and needy, begging softly for him to just want you back.
Your voice is small and pitched, whiny almost as you pathetically tug at his belt as you sink to your knees. Youâre practically drooling for it, eyeing his bulge and caressing it gently through the fabric. Christ, he really made you that in love with his cock. âOh princess, donât tell me youâve been pining after me.â He coos over you and tilts your head up to look at him, âAll this time?â
âYes, god yes!â You admit and jut your lower lip in a pout, âI would wait around for you, hoping youâd answer me or even come visit! Iâve always been so nice to you Touya, and you just ignore me!â
It is the spoiled brat in you thatâs making you act this way. Youâre such a good girl, a nice girl, a pleasant and sweet and pretty girl that there shouldnât be any reason to give you this awful treatment. Thatâs how you see it. That youâre the one who blessed Touya with the rare gift of giving him personal access to you so therefore, he should be grateful and be falling at your feet.
Touya has his own pride though.
âIs that darling caddy youâre so fond of not enough for you?â
âI adore Keigo, I love him,â you admit, âbut I want you too.â
You want him desperately, slowly crumbling your pride as you beg softly for him. This is what Touya wanted from you. To see you throw a bit of dignity away just for him.
âYeah? You mean that?â he asks you, using a single finger under your chin to lift your gaze up to him.
âYes.â
He could probably ask anything of you in this moment if it meant that heâd give himself up to you. Something that you would find worth it for him to finally cure your ache. Admittedly one of his fantasies with you is to use one of your fancy lipsticks to draw the filthiest names on your body and take pictures for evidence. He wants to write slut at your tits, whore written in fat letters on your back, maybe even cumdump on your tummy with an arrow pointing down to your cunt. Touya wonders if that would be too much though.
He wants to demean you so bad, knock you off your high horse and make you look pathetic.
Yet thereâs also some desire in him to cherish you too. You are the darling of this club, adored and revered and Touya falls into that crowd too. That it wouldnât be so bad if you were to wear a dainty necklace with his initial, have you in his car for leisurely joy rides down by the coast, and go on those stupid fancy picnics that you posted on your instagram.
âNeed you Touya, need you!â you whine, catching his hand and leaning your cheek into his palm. Aw look at you, trying to look sweet for him, giving him doe eyes and batting your lashes.
Thereâs some laughter outside, just a small group passing by the room youâve locked yourselves in for privacy. Thereâs a little sign that you hung on the door handles: the art gallery is closed. Nearby is a sculpture of a nude woman, crafted by one of the local artists here and was in the clubâs newsletter not too long ago. Touya glances to it, finding it beautiful and better in person than in the photo they had taken of it. Art is usually better to see in person anyway-
âTouya!â
Youâre not on your knees anymore for him, standing to your feet and smoothing down your dress. Ah, youâre upset nowâactually upset at him. âIf you donât want me, then just fucking go. Youâve been playing these games with me and Iâm tired!â you huff and try to pick up your heels that you discarded onto the floor when you had locked up the room, âKeep the stuff I gave you, I still wonât charge you for today.â
His hand goes to your wrist and heâs pulling you back to him, wrapping you up in a hug as he hushes you, âDonât be so upset, itâs not a good look for you.â
âWell I wouldnât be if you would just look at me!â you almost cry, sinking into his body and making a small noise when he hugs you tighter. âEveryone else wants me, why donât you? Donât you want me?â
It surprises him how genuine youâre being. You canât be this upset, can you?
It makes Touya happy that he can make you this way.
âNever said that I didnât, princess.â he admits finally, âI like you back, is that all you need to hear?â
Heâs given a little nod, feeling your hand press at his bulge again. Your hand caresses his cock through his slacks and you sigh a little, slightly tilting your head up and nosing along his jawline. Touya bites down the smug smile that wants to sprout up on his faceâthis is how he wanted you, on his terms and not on yours. So now that heâs got you right where he wants youâŚ
âOw!â you cry out when Touya roughly grabs a handful of your hair right at the root, pulling you just enough to make you look up at him. He holds tightly and coos over your shocked expression, your wide eyes looking up at him with a small sense of betrayal. How could he switch up on you so fast like that? âT-Touya..!â
You pout up at him, your lips tempting him to kiss you.
âYouâre not the good girl you make yourself out to be. Like you got everyone wrapped around your little finger, huh?â Touya speaks haughtily, his grip flexing slightly and tugging slightly on the roots of your hair, âGood girls donât sell drugs out of a piano bench and fuck around with the piss poor caddy thatâs so popular around here.â
âMaybe not other girls,â you hiss through your teeth, âbut I can.â
You can do whatever you want, itâs how you lived your life. If there are any rules youâve broken, youâve always been very good to take care of it yourself mostly. Look at how you flout about, walking around with your pretty heels and waving the help over with darling manicured hands, discreetly handing cash and speaking with the sweetest lilt to get people to do what you please.
Touya snorts, but he does admire you all the same. If he had more drive to do anything, heâd probably be working under you too.
But he hates being inside this stupid country club, which is where you typically are when youâre not traveling or with your own gaggle of friends. This is where you like to work after all, and will be yours to run once your dear daddy passes.
âGod, youâre fucking beautiful.â Touya sighs out before leaning down to kiss you. Heâs unexpectedly soft considering the tight grip he still has on you, slotting his lips against yours too intimately for someone who also wants to ruin you all the same. Itâs a long kiss he gives you, that it even gets the butterflies fluttering inside of his chest.
He pulls back and releases the hold he had on your hair, twirling his finger in a circle to indicate for you to turn around. You present your back to him, getting flashbacks to when Touya had first undressed you. His fingers are cold as he fiddles with the zipper at the back and pulls it down slowly. The dress loosens from your body and you shrug off the thin straps. It falls to the floor in a pool surrounding your feet, and youâre left standing in a little cotton panty thatâs lined with lace. Your nipples are perked due to the chill of the room but you donât bother to cover yourself to retain some modesty.
Youâve been wanting to be like this in front of Touya for the longest time.
Youâre given another wordless command, blue eyes briefly glancing down to the hardwood floor. Kicking your dress off to the side, you kneel down in front of Touya once more and watch as he unzips his slacks and pulls his cock through the opening. Your mouth practically waters upon seeing his dick again, so thick and with the prettiest color at the tip you had seen. Youâre about to go in when he stops you with a simple little tut.
Glancing up at him, you wonder what he could possibly have to say.
âDonât get too sloppy, canât walk out of here with fucking drool stains on my crotch.â
Touya hopes to fuck you in his bed one day, have you squirt on his sheets, and then cum all over your face. But while the two of you are here, the two of you have to be able to come out look presentable. He canât go as wild as he wants on but he fucking swears that heâs gonna make you fucked out by him one of these days.
You nod in understanding before swallowing his cock into your throat. Thereâs some dreamy sigh from you as you bob up and down on his cock; you really must have been aching for this. Thereâs enthusiasm as you swallow all his inches, looking up at Touya and going all doe eyed for him. See how much you wanted him?
He admires your small gags, the way your body lurches when you choke deeply on his cock, but he reminds you again to try to keep your drool from getting on him. Touya wants to fuck your face, he wants to make you cry from fucking your mouth too hard, and even slap your cheek. Thereâs so much he wants to do but this isnât the time or place to do any of it.
Youâd be pissed off too if he even attempted.
You pull off his cock, a line of drool connecting your lips to his cock still but it gets wiped away quickly by the back of your hand.
Touya grabs your wrist to bring you to your feet, pulling you to the nearest wall to fuck you against. Your hands brace the flat surface, grunting when Touya uses one hand to jut your ass back to him and the other presses your head to the wall. With your back arched, he admires your elegant form under the soft lighting of the art gallery. The lovely still life painting of a bouquet does not compare to how fucking beautiful you are in this moment.
He canât wait until he can ruin you to tears.
He offers his fingers to your lips, your mouth obediently dropping to lick and spit on them. It tickles a little with the way your tongue drags along his fingers but he doesnât allow it for long. Touya only needs just enough to finger your hole, even spitting on his own fingers before he does a careful but quick prep after pulling down your panties.
âOh god⌠oh fuckâŚâ you mutter, your eyes shutting as relishing in his touch, âFuck me please!â
âRelax.â Touya is firm in his tone, acting cool and masking the equal desperation that is surging throughout his own body. He wonders if you notice how eager his fingers are to be inside you, biting his lip to force down the wolffish smile on his face when he feels how wet you are. All that teasing before that he had done to you was worth it.
It was worth all of it to lead up to this moment.
His fingers withdraw and he sucks on them, savoring the taste of your slick along his tongue. Touya recalls how he ate you out at your fatherâs birthday party, driving you wild with his tongue on your clit and the sweet noises you made. It would be nice to do it again.
Your body shudders a little as the head of Touyaâs cock nudges against your pussy, a sharp little breath sucked in as the first few inches sink into you. âFuck!â you quietly curse.
Touya would like to savor this, to take his time and work you up into a sloppy, pretty little mess. To finger your clit until you cry out of frustration and then choke you if you give him an attitude. Thereâs so many things that he wishes he could do in this moment. But you remind himâ
âPlease hurry, we canât be in here for long.â
Because youâve got people waiting for you. People waiting to eagerly meet you, whether at your piano bench or if youâre needed somewhere else to help maintain your fatherâs appearance. No matter how much Touya has this vision of what he wants, he knows that he truly can not have you in his own way.
But heâs grateful to get you anyway.
He thrusts in, sinking in smoothly but with a sharp clap of his body meeting yours. Your pussy tightens up on him from the brief shock that is also coupled with a small gasp. His hands grasp your hips tightly and he pounds away at you, noticing how you help with the motion by moving back into him as well. Itâs quiet inside the art gallery so all Touya can hear is you and the sound of his skin slapping against yours as he fucks hard into you.
âT-Touya!â
Itâs just as sweet as the first time, observing how you occasionally look over your shoulder at him and give him sweet doe eyes again. But this time theyâre glazed over, your eyelids dropping as you get lost in the pleasure, relishing in everything that you had been waiting for. Touya wonders how many nights you spent fingering yourself to him, he imagines your embarrassment when he would leave your needy voicemails or nudes in his inbox unanswered, and he dreamt more than a few times of you riding that pretty boy caddy in front of him.
I want to fuck you again.
Those words almost slip out as he reaches a hand to finger your clit. Your knees buckle but you maintain yourself, your own little sounds struggling to be kept in. Touya can feel it already, he can feel you just about ready to snap if the way your cunt is clenching around him is any indicator of anything.
âPlease cum, please cum!â you desperately whisper, âPlease cum in me!â
I need to fuck you again.
Touya fucks harder to get himself to cum, looking down to see that youâve creamed all over him. Heâs grateful that he pushed his pants down enough so that none of it catches onto his clothes. Itâd be nice if you could clean up his cock with your mouth after he cums in you, but youâve got to come out looking as proper as you can be.
So no hair pulling, no spitting in your mouth, no crying to ruin your makeup, and no marks are to be left.
But if youâre going to beg him to cum in you, you should be able to accommodate a reasonable request.
Touya leans over, feeling his control ready to let go as heâs about ready to burst as he mutters in your ear, âKeep my cum in you, keep me inside you.â
His words have your eyes rolling back, answering him with a jittery nod and a sweet yes hissed into the air. âYes, fuck yes!â
I am going to fuck you again.
Touya jolts into you one last time, pressing himself so deep that you whine his name. Heâs emptying himself into you, spilling cum into that delicious cunt of yours. He chances putting a hand at your throat to choke you, his fingers careful at your windpipe and peering down at you as your orgasm wipes your mind blank and has you going limp that he has to catch you.
And then thereâs silence.
Heâs holding your body against him, carrying your weight as your mind tries to start back up again. Touya drinks in this moment because he knows he wonât get a repeat of this. He may never get the upper hand again now that heâs given you what youâve been aching for.
He wants to keep coming back not to just buy off you, but to keep seeing you.
âGood, Touya?â you manage to find your voice and lean back against him, patting your hand against his arms that are still holding you tightly.
âThe best.â He answers
You chuckle, nodding your head and still remaining in his hold with his cock in you. He wonders why you havenât bothered to start making yourself properâ
The door to the art gallery unlocks and it has Touya jolting. All the curse words he knows flash in succession in his mind but you pat your hand against him. âItâs okay, itâs Keigo.â
Sure enough, it is.
The pretty caddy with blond hair is approaching the two of you with two small towels in hand. Had he been waiting outside the entire time?
Touya wonders if every move youâve made has been calculated. Did you know for sure that he would finally fuck you today after keeping you waiting for so long? And to have your favorite toy waiting on hand to clean you up as well?
He takes the offered towel from Keigo but doesnât offer a thanks. Touya wipes off the remnants of you off his cock, throwing the towel over his shoulder as he pulls his pants back up. His belt buckle clinks as he makes himself presentable.
âCan we stay and talk for a little Keigo?â you ask leisurely as the caddy places the towel over a wooden bench for you to sit on. Youâre smoothing down your hair as you sit down, Keigo kneeling down on one knee to massage your calves. Your dress and heels still lay discarded as you appear to take your time getting ready to leave.
âJust for a little, okay? Hana is looking for youââ Keigo informs you and laughs a little as you groan at the name. It seems he has the sense to not continue the sentence.
Touya is dressed, his pants not as wrinkled as he hoped they would be. Rei will probably take notice like she did last time but this time, he has enough clarity to give an answer that he knows his mother will not believe but does not have any backbone to question.
He supposes that he should go out there.
Heâs got what he wanted anyway.
âSee ya princess.â
âIâll see you out there Touya.â You call to him just as heâs out the door.
Stopping by a restroom first, he puts himself in the privacy of a stall after locking the door. He retrieves the dime bag and admires the scaling of the cocaine inside the plastic. He fishes out a key from his wallet, using the tip of it dip into the bag. He inhales a sizable bump into each nostril, wiping his nose clean before flushing the toilet for the sake of seeming as if he had used the facilities.
He joins Natsuo and Fuyumi, the weed pen offered to him as well but he declines. Just a little further down, Shouto is with two boys that he seems to have made friends with. One of them is blond and huffing his chest while the other has hair the color of an evergreen tree and seems to be the mediator of whatever fuss is going on.
Touya leans back into his seat, just a touch more awake as he tastes the drip at the back of his throat.
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Itâs a relief when itâs finally time to leave.
Enji and Rei are side by side, sheâs holding onto his arm for balance, teetering slightly to the right but is corrected by her husband as he helps her into the car. Shouto is waving his friends goodbye before going along to Fuyumiâs side. She asks him if she had fun and he answers yes. She is no longer high but Natsuo takes a small hit of the pen one last time to tolerate the car ride.
Touya is about ready to take his place inside the car when he hears his name. He looks back to see you walking towards him and he decides to walk to you so that none of his family eavesdrops.
âThank you for seeing me today, I really enjoyed your company.â you speak with a bubbly lilt and your smile more pleasant than usual. Of course youâre happyâyou and Touya finally fucked again.
âThanks for having me.â Touya responds a little flatter than he intended to, just trying to keep his family off his tail so that they donât ask questions.
âText me later.â
Itâs not framed as a hopeful question; youâre telling him to text you.
âI will.â
He means it.
No more ignoring or being coy, not anymore since you got what you wanted and Touya knows that heâs given up the power to you. It was nice to briefly wield it but he knows in the end that you are the one to hold all the cards and have things aligned with how you want them.
Touya avoids his fatherâs gaze as he gets into the car. He leans back into his seat at the very back of the car, crossing his arms over his chest and feeling the buzz of the coke starting to wind down. He chances looking back and youâve hung around in your same spot, appearing to see him off.
The windows are tinted and heâs sure that you canât see him through the glass but you wave anyway, as if knowing that heâs looking at you. He resists waving back.
And as the car starts, someone joins you. Wearing all black and with slightly unkempt white hair, Touya recognizes your foster brother. Heâs only seen Tomura around a handful of timesâunlike you that leaves a trail to be found, heâs a bit elusive.
The car starts to pull away, Touya watches from his seat as your foster brother leans down to you. One would think that he just leaned down to kiss your cheek but he swears that it was a kiss on the lips. It was hard to tell when enough distance had blurred the interaction.
Not that it matters to him anyway.
Later that night, Touya does as promised and he texts you. All the previous messages in his inbox from you were one sided but now heâll be expected to reach out to you. Maybe you can meet him at a different place occasionally, take you for a ride in his white mustang or share a sorbet with you in the downtown area.
He knows that he will have to meet you more often at the country club thoughâit is where you work after all.
Touya hates the country club but heâs only ever gone to have a chance to see you.
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The Secret Spot
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Golfrry, quick escalation, shy Harry into vocal Harry, oral m recieving, p in v, quickie situation.
I didnât edit this at all, just written in a whim lol.
âCassie! Youâve been assigned to a party today!â Martin called out as he walked through the locker room handing everyone their assignment slips. I brushed my hair up into a ponytail high on my head so I could slip my visor on.
âIs it a big one?â I said, pulling out my white apron and tying it around my waist, slipping in my small order pad and favorite green pen with the small golf ball topper. It was always a conversation started with the club members; and conversations always led to good tips.
âIt's a small three person party, I heard it's a big name, havenât confirmed who yet - you'll have to pick up your slip at the front desk. It's a bit hush hush.â He shrugged and I nodded, making sure my shoes were tied properly as my friend Kyle came up to me.
âHush hush, huh? I hope for your sake heâs hot,â He smirked, pushing all his weight onto his left hip. Whoever thought it was a good idea to let Kyle interact with the older men at the golf club had no idea how many sugar daddies he would end up by his second week on the job.
âKyle, sweetie, I donât need them to be good looking to get good tips, I just need them to have heavy pockets,â I said standing up straight and slamming my locker shut. Pushing him out of the way gently with my shoulder I made my way out of the room heading out to the front desk.
âBe a good whore!â I heard him call out, making me shake my head and laugh. The lunch time crowd was beginning to flow in quickly; lunch time was the prime time to have a shift, people hardly ever wanted to let go of these shifts for that reason. Small waves were thrown my way from the usual crowd, I made sure to make note of my usuals, sending them extra greetings especially since I wouldnât be assisting them today. As I approached the front desk, Cedric, the club manager spotted me, perking up instantly.
âWell if it isnât my favorite little waitress,â he smiled, eyes back on the computer screen in front of him.
âWell if it isnât my favorite little boss. I heard I have a part assigned today?â Leaning on the front desk, I reached over the counter, grabbing a mint packaged in the signature green of the Ocean Wells Country Club, earning me a soft smack on the hand. I pulled the mint to my chest, quickly opening it and popping it in my mouth, Cedric rolling his eyes.
âYes actually, and Iâm sure you will thank me for it. I had to pick wisely and my soul told me you would be the only one to not act like a crazed fan girl when I told you who you would be serving today,â I watched as the small slip printer started printing out our usual assignment slips, he quickly ripped it off the machine and slid it across the front desk to me.
Raising an eyebrow, I slowly picked up the slip and looked it over, my eyes widening at the sight of the names on the slip.
Niall Horan
Harry Styles
Mitch Rowland
I looked up at him, jaw slightly dropped, âYouâre fucking joking right?â
âNope, not a joke at all. As a matter of fact, they are walking in at this very second,â he smiled, pointing his chin in the direction of the front door. My body seemed to turn quicker than my head, but once it followed, my eyes were instantly drawn to Harry. He was wearing a navy sweater over a slightly brighter blue dress shirt, matching slacks and brown golf shoes. He has recently cut his hair, a frenzy in the media, but it had grown out to perfection, short on the sides, a swoop of curls wanting to remake their appearance on the front. His face was perfectly layered with growing facial hair, it made him look so mature and well cultured. He looked like money, and well, he was. It wasnât until they were almost in front of me that I noticed the three of them had made their way to the front desk - and that I had been staring like a gawky girl in love.
I quickly cleared my throat and turned to face Cedric who chuckled a bit as I made myself busy organizing the business cards on the desk, chewing on the mint in my mouth. I felt their presence next to me soon after, Niall standing the closest to me, Harry doing most of the speaking for the party.
âHello, we had reservations under Styles?â He said kindly, his voice so soft spoken and kind. I didnât expect anything less if I was being honest.
âYes, Mr. Styles, Mr. Horan and Mr. Rowland, we are all ready for you. You have been assigned to start on the left, two golf carts have been assigned, one for you and one for your caddies. Your personal waitress, Cassie here, will also have her own cart to bring drinks, cigars, food and any other desired items here at the club,â Cedric spoke, his hand gesturing over to me, causing all three men to turn their eyes to me. Each smiled, making eye contact, but only Harryâs lingered just a moment longer than the rest.
âNice to meet you all, Iâm here for whatever you may need, even making sure that the other isn't cheating,â I smirked, making them chuckle a bit.
âShe's a club favorite, youâll enjoy her ever present company,â Cedric said in a slightly condescending tone.
âIâm sure her services will be appreciated,â Niall said, clearly noticing Cedric's tone.
âVery well then, here are your keys, golf clubs should already be loaded, enjoy your time here at Ocean Wells Country Club.â
I nodded at Cedric, turning to the front door and holding my arm out to let the gentleman know they could carry on ahead of me before I began walking slightly behind them. I noticed Harryâs pace slow a bit more than the others as we made our way over, his attention turning to me for a moment, clearing his throat.
âWould you mind starting us off with some whiskeys, over ice please. We will need lunch reservations at around two, we should be finished with our game by then,â he said, unable to make eye contact fully.
âMight I suggest 2:15 to make room for any delays and travel time back to the cafe?â I said politely, his eyes shifting to meet mind more predominantly. They were a beautiful shade of green, tricking the eyes to think they were blue, crystal clear in certain lights - glimmers of aquamarine.
âYou know the place better than I, 2:15 is fine,â he smiled small my head nodding, for some reason my cheeks found themself washed over with a flush of pink.
We exited out into the warm summer sun, a sigh instantly leaving me, eyes closed as my face moved to look up into the sun, taking in its heat. Summertime was my favorite time of the year, itâs when I thrived most, when I felt most alive. Bringing my face down, I opened my eyes to find Harry already looking at me, quickly looking away when he noticed my eye contact.
We all stepped into our individual golf carts, they drove off to their first hole as I drove to the cafe to pick up their first round of drinks. I placed the order, waiting until they were brought out, throwing in some complimentary pretzels and beer cheese to start them off right. I carefully loaded everything into the cart, driving my way over to where they were. By the time I had made my way over, they were on the second hole, Niall currently lining up his shot before swinging effortlessly, the ball landing right next to the hole but not quite making it in.
I watched as he handed Harry a twenty dollar bill, Mitch and Harry laughing at how upset Niall looked. I pulled up behind their carts, Harryâs attention quickly moving over to me. He walked over as Mitch chose his golf club for his turn, reaching for the tray of drinks as I moved out of the cart.
âOh you donât have to do that, I got it,â I smiled, both our grips steady in the tray.
âTruly, I got it,â he smiled, his hand brushing my hand away. I felt my breath get caught in my throat as I swallowed, turning back to grab the tray with the pretzels and cheese.
I faced him, smiling shyly, âI figured you all would do well with some post game fuel? No one has ever hated our pretzel and beer cheese. Itâs a club favorite,â I smiled, his eyes took in the food as Niall and Mitch made their way over to us.
âWhatâs all this?â Niall smiled, Harryâs eyes staying on me as he spoke.
âCassie brought us a club favorite apparently,â he finally broke his eye contact, handing a drink to each of the boys as I nodded.
âI could drink the beer cheese if it wasnât frowned upon,â I shrugged as Mitch reached over, ripping off a piece and dipping it in the cheese. He took a bite, eyebrows raising, nodding as he pointed to the tray with the remaining piece in his hand.
âHoly shit, let the stuck up pricks stare at us cause Iâll down it with you in a second,â he exclaimed making the rest of us laugh.
Niall and Harry took a piece each, copying Mitch in every single aspect, quickly praising me for my choice in game starting fuel. For the next few moments they stood around me, eating and drinking to their satisfaction before agreeing to move onto the next hole before anyone else began the same course, though I of course knew that wouldn��t happen. They were elite guests, no one would be assigned to this side of the club until two hours in so they would take all the time they wanted.
I loaded the empty glasses and trays into the back of my golf cart, hearing Harry yell out as my eyes caught Niall and Mitch driving off without him, middle fingers in clear sight, âFuckers!â
Covering my mouth, I bit back my chuckle, shaking my head, âNeed a ride?â I called out, his body shifting to face me, an eye roll following.
âI swear they know how to act proper,â he shook his head, shy dimples imprinting on his cheeks.
âProper isnât exactly my style, so, eh,â I chuckled, getting in my cart and patting the seat next to me. He walked over, getting in, hands wiping down his thighs. I took in his actions, my eyes taking in his face with a soft smile, before facing forward and starting up the cart.
âSo how long have you been doing this for?â He asked softly, facing forward.
âUmm? Three years? Trying to make enough money to pay for college. The goal is to finally start this coming spring, but we shall see,â I shrugged, glancing over at him. He turned to me for a moment before we both looked forward again.
âWhat are you wanting to study?â He continued the conversation, his voice a bit stronger than before, almost as if he was slowly getting more comfortable.
âSocial work, work with youth in the foster system. I want to be able to help people in a way I wished someone helped me when I was in foster homes,â I swallowed, my grip tightening slightly on the wheel as I drove. I could see Niall and Mitch in the close distance.
âThat sounds like a beautiful full circle moment?â He said, questioning if thatâs what it really was to me.
âUhâŚsort of? I guess. I mean, youâre not the first person to tell me that, but Iâm not exactly sure if I see it in that light. Just because, I donât know if itâll give me the healing most people think it will,â I said as I parked behind the other carts. We both turned to face each other and he nodded slightly.
âMm, thatâs understood. Your trauma isnât healed just because you helped others avoid the same,â he said softly, a smile pushing into my left cheek.
âExactly,â I breathed out, his lips rolling into his mouth. I couldnât help but linger there, linger on the plumpness, the perfect rosey pink, the perfect Cupidâs bow. I shifted in my seat, âUm, shall I get you all some iced tea? Or water? Second round?â
He cleared his throat, moving to exit the cart, âUm, water and another round please, thank you.â
I watched as he moved towards his friends without another word and I drove back to the cafe to pick up their next round.
HARRY'S POV
I walked towards Niall and Mitch, willing myself to not turn back towards Cassie. Since laying my eyes on her upon arrival, something struck my heart in a way I hadnât been struck in a while. She radiated electricity, not warmth, not light, electricity. She seemed to shock my entire system by just standing there. It didnât help that I was aware it wasnât just my eyes lingering for too long - hers on my lips just now shocking my soul.
Running my fingers through my hair, I approached Niall and Mitch, Niallâs hand slapping Mitchâs chest, âTold you!â
âTold him what?â I said, raising an eyebrow, walking over to my caddy and picking out my next club.
âYouâre already smitten, been smitten since we walked in,â Niall said, my eyes narrowing in his direction.
âWhat the fuck are you going on about? Iâm just being polite, sheâs treating us well,â I said, picking my club and walking over to prep my swing.
âFull of shit, you both are eye fucking each other any moment you get!â Niall said, my eyes rolling and Mitch just laughed.
âHe kinda has a point,â he said, standing next to Niall, arms crossed in front of his body.
âYou both are idiots,â I said, turning back to the ball, pulling back and taking my first swing. It was such a lousy swing, the back of my hand meeting my forehead. They were wrong, it was obvious they werenât, but I didnât want this to be just another damn hook up situation. She seemed like a good person who didnât deserve that, even if she didnât mind it.
âThat swing shows me that we arenât,â Mitch teased, and I shook my head.
âLook, sheâs beautiful, there is no damn denying that, but Iâm not letting it get to my head, alright? Letâs just play the damn game.â I pushed past them, switching clubs so we could just continue playing.
We finished up the hole and moved onto the next when Cassie finally joined us again. She brought over our drinks and water, making conversation with Niall. I tried to avoid her this time around, watching her from a distance. At least this way I could take her in, and not deal with the teasing from my mates.
She was so animated when she talked, often twirling her long brown hair as she spoke, the white uniform, trimmed with green making her tan skin pop against it. She smelled like an apricot, something I noticed on the drive to the previous hole with her. Sweet, fresh, something I would gladly bite into. I shook the thought from my head, bringing my hands behind my head, linking my fingers together. I closed my eyes, inhaling the summer dry air, it was my favorite season to bask in, just taking in the sun, letting it warm my skin.
âSeems like they left you again,â I heard Cassieâs voice next to me, my left eye opening to peek over at her.
âI feel like itâs going to be a thing for the rest of the game,â I let my arms drop down next to me, a small giggle coming from her.
âWell, itâs okay, you have the best golf cart in the entire club to save you,â she winked playfully.
âThank goodness for that,â I smirked, as she shrugged, walking backwards to the cart before turning around completely. I followed like a lost puppy behind her, watching her full hips swing from side to side as she walked away from me. I licked my lips, biting down on my lower lip, walking around the cart as I reached it, getting in.
âSo, are you enjoying your break from work?â She asked, her eyes shifting towards me, and I let mine meet hers instantly.
âYeah actually, nice to not have to be moving constantly unless it is my choice to do so. I like that I can just settle for a bit,â I said, her eyes shifting down to my hand then back in front of her.
âI like settling. Just knowing somewhere is home. Moving around so much when I was younger, it made me crave stability, you know?â She said, and I nodded.
âItâs like, rooting your feet somewhere long enough to actually make it feel like itâs your home,â I responded, bringing a big smile to her face.
âExactly, exactly that,â she giggled a bit.
We drove for a bit longer, trying to find the boys at the next hole but they were nowhere to be seen. She came to a complete stop, pulling out her phone, âMaybe I went the wrong way? But I doubt it, I know these pathways like the back of my hand.â
I rolled my eyes, tossing my head back knowing exactly what they were doing, âIâm sure itâs not you. I have a feeling those assholes are long gone right now.â
âOh..,um, I can head back if you want? You donât have your clubs soâŚâ she suggested, her face glancing over her shoulder then back at me.
Staying quiet for a moment, I took in the situation, analyzing the possibilities and that one that stood out the clearest was - I didnât want to leave her just yet. I brought my hand to my lower lip, pinching it softly as I turned to face her, âYou know this place like that back of your hand right?â
âBasically.â
âYou have a place you like to hide out, that no one knows about?â I said, her eyes narrowing a bit, before a slightly devilish smile appeared on her face.
âI do actually,â she said, putting the cart into drive without another word.
âGoing to show me?â I said, and she nodded.
âAn adventure on company time? Why not.â She giggled, making me laugh with her.
We drove for a good five minutes, the golf cart cutting through different courses, avoiding peopleâs games and paths. We reached what seemed to be a back corner, a giant tree settling into the corner. Itâs long thick trunks and branches seemed to bend, creating perfect nooks to rest in the shadow away from the sun. She park just to the side of it, turning off the cart, holding her hands out.
âVoila!! My secret spot,â she smiled, getting off and walking over to the tree. I watched her climb on top of it, effortlessly finding her perfect spot, settling into the curve that seemed shaped perfectly for her.
âHow many people actually know about this?â I said, walking over, trying to pick the perfect place for me to climb up and settle.
âJust my friend Kenny, but he wouldnât know how to actually get here. Just knows it existâŚ.so like please donât kill me or anything cause then Iâll never be found.â She pointed at me, making me laugh as I found my spot directly in front of her, our legs extending out next to each other.
âI wonât, I promise, I wouldn't know how to get back without you,â I said, sitting up for a moment to slip on my sweater before settling back. Unbuttoning the sleeves on my dress shirt, I rolled them up to my elbows, finally relaxing.
âDid the tattoos have stories?â Cassie said.
âSome. Others were just crazy ideas, things I thought would fit the bare spaces. A couple friends have chosen,â I smiled over at her.
âSo if I said to get a turtle near your palm tree you would do it?â She asked, my head tilting slightly knowing my palm tree wasnât currently exposed.
âAnd how do you know about that?â I crossed my arms in front of my chest, both eyebrows raised at her. I watched her eyes widen, reds and pinks covering her sweet cheeks.
âOhâŚ.I justâŚum, Niall he uh ââŚâ
Bursting into laughter, I cut her off, shaking my head, âCassie, Iâm aware some people know more about me than I may know, Iâm just twisting your arm.â
I kicked her legs softly with my foot, her eyes narrowing and returning the same gesture. For the next moments, we just sat in silence, taking in the small noises of the golf course, the bits of wind on the tree leaves. Every now and then we would ask one another questions about our personal life. I had no problem opening up to her and her with me, letting her tell me about the things that seemed to just magically pop into her mind.
As we sat, our bodies also seemed to scoot further down, feet and legs sharing soft touch against one another, knees rubbing gently against her thigh, her fingers also moving to dance around my calf. I let my own do the same, small chills forming on her bare legs. We stayed this way until she let me know we needed to head back soon, the time we were meant to be out on the course was almost over, and she would have to finish the rest of her shift.
I nodded in agreement as we both moved to begin our climb down. I made my way first, extending my arms out towards her to help her lower herself the rest of the way down, her perfect self landing perfectly in front of me. Her eyes locked on mine, tongue licking over her lips, breath heavy from our proximity.
âHow much longer did you say we have?â I said softly, my hand moving to push her hair behind her ear.
âI didnât specify,â she said, her voice shaky, my head nodding as I bravely closed the distance between us and kissed her. Itâs what I wanted, and though her movements were hesitant at first, her eagerness in kissing me back let me know she wanted it too.
I wrapped my hand around the nape of her neck, gripping at it, pushing her closer to me, her mouth opening up and letting my tongue meet hers. I ran it across the roof of her mouth, pulling away as my teeth pulled her lower lip with them. She shuddered softly, a soft moan escaping her pretty pink lips.
âAnd to think I thought you were shy,â she whispered, hands trailing down to my hips, fingers tapping softly against them.
âMmm, being shy doesnât mean I donât know what I want, and what excites me,â I quipped back, earning me a small raised brow.
âAnd what do you want?â She pushed up on her toes, kissing nose as her hands began pulling my dress shirt out of my pants.
I inhaled sharply through my nose, fire growing in my stomach, blood beginning to rush to my prick, âFuck sake, you really wanna know?â
She nodded, undoing my belt buckle and pants, working the zipper down as her hand slipped into the band of my brief without question.
âYou. You on top of me in that golf cart. Fucking me until you canât anymore,â I groaned as her hand wrapped around my length, freeing me from the restriction of my clothes, pumping up and down my length.
âMmm, get in the cart, Harry,â she said, releasing her hold on me, pushing me back. I watched as she began stripping free of her clothes, and I did the same as we walked over to the cart, sliding into the back seat. She climbed into the space next to me, bending her body over to take me in her hand, pumping up and down my shift before slipping me in her mouth. Her tongue rounded around my tip, teasing along my slit making my abs contort, my legs shooting up slightly, body tensing at the feeling.
She chuckled, the vibrations adding to an additional sensation around my cock, as she pushed her mouth further down me, bobbing up and down until she took me completely, nose meeting my happy trail. I felt her swallow me further down her throat, my hand instinctively wrapping around her ponytail, holding her there as my hips bucked forward.
She pushed against my hold, pop off me with a gasp of air, her spit covering my cock, her hand replacing where her mouth was as she wiped her mouth with the other. She moved closer to me, kissing me deeply, my hand curling around her jaw, not able to get enough of her, of her taste.
Of her sweet apricot scent.
My hand moved down to her hip, gripping at it and directing her over my body, her legs straddling my hips, her hands both moving to my shoulders. I pushed her wet center onto my shaft, guiding her hips up and down it, her slick and spit creating enough lubrication to guide her movements further.
âOh fuck,â she gasped, her hips rocking back and forth on me, her thighs clenching as she did, âMm, I need you.â
She moaned, her eyes moving to mine, pants falling from her lips as her movements grew incredibly sloppy, her face was so flushed, nails digging into my shoulders.
âYeah? Where do you need me? Huh? Tell me where,â I pressed into her lips, her moans growing more frequent, lips pressing an open kiss into my chin as I felt her come on me, arousal coating my cock thickly.
Her body trembled, her teeth biting at my chin, my hand moving up to her face, gripping under her jawline tightly, âHmm, you need more than that?â
She nodded, âPlease.â She basically begged.
âMm? What more do you want, huh? Tell me Cassie,â I groaned at the thought of her saying she needed me inside her, at what that would feel like.
âFill me up, please. God, Harry, please,â she breathed, pushing body up, gripping at my cock, bringing it up to meet her wet cunt, rubbing the tip against it before slipping herself down on me. It was a slow moment of taking me inch by inch, each moment further down met by the tight squeeze of her walls. She finally took the last bit of me in, each of us groaning out in pure ecstasy, before she began to lift her hips again, bouncing up and down on me effortlessly. Her perfectly round tits were in front of me, bouncy with her, begging to be in my mouth, my hands wrapping around them and bringing them to my lips. My tongue flicked at her nipples, pulling at them between my teeth, her moans escalating just like her pace on my cock.
âFuck you do that so good, that wet cunt is so good,â I groaned into her tits, biting at the plump fleshy skin, kneading it with my hands. I slipped on arm around her waist, pumping my hard cock up into her, matching her pace.
âOh, yes, Harry, just like that. Fuck just like thatâŚ.god,â she moaned, her hands pulling my face to hers, kissing me deeply, our tongue sloppily running against each others. I slipped my fingers between us, rubbing her clit as I continued to pump in and out of her, her movements hardly existent, her legs trembling, her head knocked back in pleasure.
I could feel her tight cunt fluttering around me, pulling me deeper into it, her arousal already soaking down my thighs and hers. I wanted to taste every bit of it, I wanted it to coat me completely, make me filthy in it.
âYou wanna come for me, Cassie? Come all over my hard cock, sweet girl? Hmm? Cock so hard for you, wants to fill you up. Can I do that? Can I fill up that wet cunt? Watch you squeeze me out after? Yeah?â I whispered into her neck, kissing along it up to her ear.
âOh yes, Harry, fu-fuck, yes, yes, fill me up, ohâŚHa-Harry Iâm going toâŚIâm..â she gasped, her walls clenching around me, her hips pushing forward, legs clenching around me tighter, âOh fuck, yes.â
She breathed out in relief, a moan so damn sexy I could have came at the very sound of it. I kept bucking my hips up into her, letting her ride out her high on my hard cock, taking in the way her body and face reacted to the feeling, only turning me on more. Both my hands gripped at her hips, fucking into her harder and quicker until I came, my hips bucking up and holding place their, shooting warm ropes into her fluttering walls.
We both came down from out high, her face nuzzled into my neck, my hips final relaxing and lowering back down, bring her carefully with me.
âCassie baby, do something for me?â I whispered, a tired nod coming from her. She carefully sat up, eyes locking with mine.
âPull off me sweet girl, squeeze out my come for me, let me see it drip out of you? Yeah?â I breathed out and she nodded, lazily doing as I instructed. She pulled off of me, both of us groaning. My eyes locked into her sweet cunt, watching her squeeze my come out of her, âFuck, yes.â
She smirked tiredly, reaching down and covering her fingers in it, bringing it to her lips, licking them clean slowly. I met the other side of them, helping her, until she pulled them away so we were sharing the mix of our arousals on our lips.
Pulling away, she sighed, pushing her forehead on mine, âMmm, Iâve never christened my secret spot before. Must be my lucky day.â
I chuckled, pressing one more kiss onto her lips, âWe can do it again tomorrow. I have time. Find other places in this club to christen.â
âMm? Sounds like a challenge.â
âI never liked when things came easy anyways.â
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rafe x toddler!sister reader who is desperate to be a big girl so bad but forgets she still is really little and sheâs out with rafe and his friends when theyâre babysitting and has an accident because she doesnât want to ask to go to the bathroom but sheâs so embarrassed and sad that theyâve all seen her but rafe is all cute and takes care of her
Big Girl In His Eyes
Pairing: brother!rafe cameron x toddler!sister!reader
Warnings: reader has an accident, Rafe being soft, comfort, fluff, mentions of pull-ups
Rafe has been tasked with babysitting you, again. He has planned to go golf with Topper and Kelce for a while now and he wouldn't cancel again. So he simply decided to take you with him today.
He's holding you securely on his hip, the bag with his clubs slung over his shoulder and holding your smaller one in his hand as he walks towards his friends who are already waiting by a cart.
"Dude, what took you so long?" Topper asks crouching down the second Rafe lets you down, catching you in his arms when you run into them.
"Well, little miss here couldn't decide between wearing her glitter shoes or her blinking ones." Rafe sighs, placing both your bags in the cart.
"You just don't get it, Rafe. Right, kiddo?" Topper defends you and you giggle, nodding your head.
"Yea, chu no get it!" You stick your tongue out and Rafe raises an eyebrow.
"Watch it."
Some time into their golf session you quickly get bored as expected from a toddler with a short attention span, luckily your brother is prepared, at least he hopes he is as he grabs your hello kitty bag that Rose handed him before he left Tannyhill with you.
He rummages through the bag and sighs in relief when he finds some crayons and a Bluey coloring book, handing them to you he picks you up and sets you down at the ground of the cart so you could use the seat as a table.
"Just call me if you need something, a'ight? I'm right over there." He points to where Topper and Kelce are standing.
You nod, already engrossed in coloring.
After a while you start to squirm uncomfortably in your sitting position, the pressure in your bladder gets worse each passing minute. You whine, turning your head in Rafe's direction and see him getting into position to do his shot.
No. You're a big girl. You can hold it.
Rafe has just finished his turn and glances to where he left you, momentarily panicking when he doesn't see you but you suddenly tuck at his shirt and he sighs in relief, looking down to meet your gaze.
He furrows his brows in concern as he realizes that you're crying, quickly squatting down to be at eye level with you.
"Hey, what's wrong?" He asks softly, his gloved hand reaching up to wipe at your cheeks.
You could only sniffle in response, your face heating up in embarrassment and not being able to look into his eyes and tell him what just happened.
Rafe gives you a once over until his eyes catch the visible stain on your white shorts. With a frown he instantly tries to calm you down. "It's okay, we'll get you changed real quick, yeah? C'mon."
"B-But the others gonna know..." You mumble, stepping closer to hide your face in his polo shirt.
"What, the guys? They didn't even notice anything." He says a little louder so Topper and Kelce get the hint when he pulls you back so you can see that they're not paying attention.
"The sun looks very sunny today." Kelce says shielding his eyes as he looks up at the sky and Topper does the same.
"Yeah, crazy." He agrees, their backs turned to you and Rafe.
"See, everything's okay." Your brother assures you, standing back up again he takes your hand in his, making his way over to the cart to grab your bag before walking towards the nearest bathroom.
He quickly gets to work, getting you out of your soiled clothes he cleans you up, grabbing a pull-up out of your bag he notices the way you pout at the sight of it.
"Look, I know you don't like them but it's nothing bad. You're still a big girl even while wearing those." He explains all the while changing you.
"Remember when we were on the mainland in that horror house attraction on some funfair? Sarah and Wheezie were screaming while you kept laughing." He chuckles at the memory.
You smile a little, rubbing your nose with your palm. "Was fun..."
"See, you're still a big girl and if anyone tells you otherwise just come to me and I'll take care of it, okay?" He says as he gets you in a pair of clean leggings. "There, all clean again."
"Love you, Rafey..." You smile at him, wrapping your short arms around his neck.
"I love you too, kid...let's get you something to eat, bet you must be hungry." He detaches himself from you, gathering your stuff and putting them back in your bag before he picks you up.
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Zoomies! ~ Sturniolo Triplets
Summary: Y/n spends the day with her best friends and not having her meds for her ADHD, the girl is a bit hyperactive.
Warnings: ADHD!Reader, platonic pet names, mostly fluff
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You were sat on Nick's bed as he set up the live, Matt quietly next to you on his phone. You planned on spending the day with him, Matt and Chris. The guys wanted to do a live first and asked if you wanted to join, which of course you said yes to. However, you hadn't had your meds today as you were waiting for new ones to arrive, so you were a bit bouncy and hyperactive.
"Chris hurry upppppp." You called, bouncing your leg.
"I'm here bub, I'm here." Chris called as he walked in, ruffling his hair.
You smiled as Nick started the live, many fans quickly flooding in to send messages. You waved and responded to a few comments too. But maybe twenty minutes in, you started to get bored.
You got up, walking around Nick's room. The guys didn't say anything, knowing about your ADHD and knew you had to regulate a lot.
You then got a fun idea. You grabbed Nick's pillows and threw them at the guys. They all turned around at the same time.
"Your asking for it." Chris warned, but you stuck your tongue out at him.
"Come sit down." Nick instructed.
You came and sat next to him as he replied to more comments, sometimes asking you stuff too. Until you lost focus again. You started jumping on Nick's bed, making the three laugh.
"Someone's out of meds." Matt said.
You giggled as you started to bounce around the room, your sock covered feet making you slide about slightly. You knew Chris and Matt were watching you, by their laughter, while Nick was trying to continue the live.
"Yes Y/n has the zoomies." Nick said, making you laugh loudly. You rushed over to the camera and got close.
"i have zoomies. My meds haven't arrived yet and I drank two Pepsi's." You said.
"Two!" Chris exclaimed.
"Like you have room to talk about Pepsi!" Matt responded.
Chris laughed again as you started rambling to the live. It went on for a while, before you all ended it.
"Now what?" You asked.
"Top golf or bowling?" Chris suggested.
"Golf! Golf!" You shouted before Matt or Nick could respond.
"The kid has spoken." Matt said.
You smiled as you ran downstairs, before they even moved from their spots on the bed.
"I bet she's already in the car with AUX." Nick said.
"Better not be!" Chris shouted, rushing downstairs, only to see you trying to find your shoes.
"Where did you go." You mumbled, looking around.
Chris watched and noticed them sitting by the stairs where you came in. He chuckled and picked them up as Nick and Matt both came down.
"Bub, here they are." He said, as you turned around.
You smiled and slipped them on, getting Chris to tie your shoelaces, before you all went to the car.
"Can I sit in the front, pleaseeeeeeeee." You asked, dragging out your words.
"No pressing buttons." Matt said, making you nod and Chris whine.
You got in the front seat and put your seat belt on, however shocked the guys by grabbing Chris' phone and plugging it in.
You sang along to the songs on the way to top golf and when you arrived, you were happy as it wasn't really busy.
You all got set up, you going first. You started straight off with rapid fire, making the three laugh again.
"Yeah, definitely zoomies." Nick commented.
"Still love her." Chris said.
"Totally, she's one of a kind." Matt replied.
You giggled, screaming a bit as you hit the targets and Nick telling you to try and be a bit quieter, whilst laughing.
"I won't be surprised if there is a compilation of her on youtube later." Matt said.
"Oh no doubt." Chris said, nodding.
When you stopped you turned to the guys, a beaming smile on your face.
"Did I do good?" You asked, making their hearts melt and smile.
"Really good, sweetheart." Nick answered.
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helpful | george clarke
i just thought this was sweet, so have a little george looking after his drunk gf :3
as soon as you had said the words 'oh, it's just a casual little thing, haven't seen the girls in a while', george just knew the 'little casual thing' would end up with you plastered.
not that he minded, of course.
so when he recieved a call at one in the morning, it didn't quite surprise him. he had waited up for the 'got home safe' text, waiting patiently for you to get to your apartment safe.
"hiya, love, everything alright?" he spoke, his voice slightly thick, just coming with the fact it was a little later at night, but he wasn't too tired.
"hi george!" you giggled in response, "everything is fineee! i was just calling to see if i could come round.. was gonna uber home but then i was missing you and thought i could come pester youuu for a while," you spoke in between slight drunk hiccups.
he laughed a little down the phone in response, "sure, you can come round. you sure you're okay getting an uber, or you want me to come pick you up?" he asked, clearly a little concerned at her drunken state.
"no, no! i can uber fine, gonna share with one of my friends, just wanted to let you know before i just showed up," you murmured happily again.
"well, in future, you can show up at the flat whenever you want, you know i like your company, lovie, and i know the boys don't mind either,"
and so when half an hour later he heard stumbling through his front door, and soft laughs as he could hear her bashing herself against the wall for support, he left his bedroom, laughing at the sight of her, against the walls, trying to slip her shoes off with great struggle.
though, even plastered out of her mind, he thought she looked gorgeous.
"hey, you. need some help?" he jested slightly, and you giggled a little at the state of yourself.
"no, 'm sure i can... y'know, get em off, just these laces, who tied these damn laces?" you rambled as you slid down to the floor to try and untangle the laces that you had undoubtedly messed up earlier in the night.
george crouched down, unlacing the shoes with a lot more ease then you had, and once you had managed to pull the shoes off, you used him as a support to stand up, still giggling into the crook of his neck as you did.
"so, seems you had a good night?" he teased, and you rolled your eyes playfully with a nod.
"cocktails were two for one, so naturally i had eight," you laughed back, "don't even think 'm too drunk now, more just sleepy,"
george scoffed a little jokingly at that one, "i think you're still a little drunk, darling, but its fine. we'll get your makeup off and you into bed, hm?" he offered, and you nodded, letting him lead you into his room in the boys flat, where he had a bathroom attached.
as you stumbled through, rifling through the draw in his bathroom that had been claimed as yours for makeup remover, he laughed at the noise, before you produced it in your hands.
"i can help you take it off, if you like," george offered helpfully, and you looked at him with a drunken grin, a small nod as he gently helped you sit on the vanity, gently beginning to remove it with a damp cloth and the remover.
"thank you for being so helpful, george," you babbled out, your hands practically clasping against his arms for support as he checked to make sure all the makeup was gone.
"you've picked me up from enough pub golfs for me to owe you, trust me. plus, you know i don't mind looking after you at all," he smiled reassuringly back.
"did you eat when you were out? you want food?" he asked, but you shook your head.
"m good, got myself some drunk chips," you laughed a little, "just wanna go to sleep, to be honest,"
"thats fine, we can go to bed, don't worry, i'm just gonna get you some water, okay? you can go borrow a shirt or something to sleep in," he reassured, helping you down from the sink and watching you gently pad your way to his bed, whilst he headed into the kitchen.
when he returned, he found you, already spread on the side of his bed that had become classicly yours, in one of his shirts, head on its side on the pillow, giving him a slightly dumb smile as he placed the water on the bedside table.
"your bed always seems much comfier than mine," you murmured against the pillow, and he laughed with a shrug.
"i always thought your bed was more comfy," he said in response as he lay down, his arm going lazily to your waist, facing you as his head touched the pillow.
"yours is definitely better, it always smells like you and i like that, smells like... sweaty george," you giggled a little, and he grunted in a teasing response, rolling his eyes playfully.
the moment he was in the bed, he found it funny how you instantly curled into him, to be closer, and he pressed a small kiss against your forehead as you yawned softly.
"see? could fall asleep already, you just relax me," you murmured against his chest.
"so get some sleep then, night, love." he replied. though, he couldn't lie, the thought of him relaxing you filled his chest with a strangely warm feeling.
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Leah Williamson x Reader [Tooth-rotting, diabetes-causing sweet af fluff]
Leah meets the hottest golfer sheâs ever seen.
word count : 2.3k, there will be more parts coming soon!
Based off of true events, I do play college-level golf and I thought it would be fun to incorporate that into a story!
âCome on Leah, our tee time is at ten fifty!â yelled Jacob from the living room. They had planned on playing some golf today, but Leah couldnât pick an outfit out and was becoming frustrated. âGive me a minute you arse! We wonât be late!â
Finally deciding on something to wear, they headed to the Abbey Hill Golf Club (a/n this is a real course in Milton Keynes!) where they were just in time for their tee time. âWhat was it you were saying about not being late, sis?â Jacob quipped, earning a hard smack on the upside of his head for his mocking tone. âShut it before I shove this club up somewhere you donât want.â âAlright, alright, Iâll bring the cart around.â He answered with a laugh, walking over to the golf carts searching for the one with the number 6 on it.
âJust you then, Y/N/N? Right, youâre gonna have to pair up with those two then. The course is pretty full today, thatâll speed up play.â
âRight, thanks so much Greg!â
âYouâre welcome, kid. Iâll give you a tenner if you beat your own course record!â
âIâll hold you to that, Gregory!â
âHello, Iâm Y/N. Greg paired us up today, I hope thatâs okay!â
Someone taps Leahâs shoulder and she swears time stopped. Standing before her is the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. She had the most beautiful smile and was dressed in the cutest golf outfit. She looked professional, like she knew what she was doing, not like herself.
âUm, are you alright?â
âWhat? Oh fuck, yes. Um, what did you say?â
You giggle at her flustered answer. âFuck,â thought Leah, âI think thatâs the cutest sound in the world.â
âIâm Y/N. Greg wanted us to play together since the tee times are full, I hope you donât mind.â
âOh no, not at all! My brother and I just came out to have a little fun but weâre not that good so I hope we donât slow you down. You look like you play golf a lot. Thatâs a really cute shirt you have on, perfectly paired with those trousers. I really like your shoes too, mine are really beat up.â âI love you.â
You giggled again, amused by her rambling. âDonât worry about it! I just came out to have a little fun but I did bet Greg ten pounds if I could beat the course record today so youâll need to be witnesses.â
âCourse record? Just how good are you?â
âIâve played my fair share of golf. Between secondary school and college, Iâd say Iâm alright.â
If Leah had a ring, sheâd be on one knee proposing to this girl right now. Jacob finally pulls up with the cart and starts to lock the bags to the back. Leah, in a split-second decision to abandon her precious baby brother, tells him he can have his own cart and that sheâll share with you.
âIf that alright with you, of course.â
âNot at all; whatâs your name again?â
âShit, where are my manners? Iâm Leah, thatâs my brother Jacob. Jacob this is Y/N.â
âHello Y/N, Greg set us up eh?â
âYeah, I wonât be too much trouble!â
âYouâre alright, just beat my sister and let her take you out, weâll have a fantastic day.â
âJacob, I swearââ
âSee you two on the first tee!â
A deep blush creeps up Leahâs neck as she rummages in her bag for something she isnât looking for. You smile fondly at the woman, finding her obvious nervousness extremely attractive; her brotherâs request more of a hope than a dream now.
You hop into the driverâs seat, looking back at her still rummaging but now with added grumbling. âYou ready, Leah?â you ask with an amused voice, her head popping up as she stood straight and smiled, walking to the passenger side and sat in the cart. You headed to the first tee, the course looking beautiful this time of year.
Jacob stood on the first tee with a cheeky smirk on his face, driver in hand. You park right behind him and get out, grabbing your glove and driver before walking up to him. Leah copies you, following quickly behind you.
âLeah normally plays the reds but I knew youâd come up here to the menâs tees.â
âThe womenâs tees are too short for me, I like a little challenge anyway.â
Leah, under the guise of stretching, listening intently to your conversation with her brother. It made her stomach do flips and fill with butterflies as you spoke so elegantly about golf. She knew it was the same way she did about football but there was something so hot about the way you spoke that made her heart want to jump out of her chest.
âWould you like to start us off, Jacob?â
âYes! Then my sister can show off her swing to impress you before you undoubtedly bomb in perfectly down the fairway to show her how itâs done.â
Leah swears she nearly committed first degree murder right then and there. You let out a comical laugh, clutching your stomach as you watch Leah come over and smack her brother hard. He does eventually play his first shot, which isnât bad, and itâs now Leahâs turn.
âGood luck!â you tell her, smiling softly. She blushes, setting up her shot way too much to the left out of nervousness.
âLeah, too much left darling. Come over a little.â You say nonchalantly, giving her a thumbs up when she corrects herself. Her brain has short-circuited, the pet name you used making her last two braincells abandon her. She manages a shot, ball going only about 50 meters before coming to a stop. You clap nonetheless, telling her it was a good shot. She blushes even harder when you give her a high five, walking over to the tee box to play your shot. Just as Jacob predicted, you hit a drive straight down the middle, flying way past both their balls.
âWow, that was impressive.â âI love you.â
âPerfect, that was my intention. Come on, letâs get to yours.â You tell her, taking her hand and walking back to the cart. You get in and make your way to her ball. Her face held an expression of pure shock, staring at you with her perfect blue eyes. You could only smile shyly, your boldness was a surprise to everyone in the cart.
âYouâve got 215 meters, Leah.â You tell her as you approach her ball, pulling out your rangefinder and shooting the distance for her. You sat back into the cart and let her hit her ball. You knew she wasnât going to get there with one shot but you always tried to make anyone you played with enjoy the sport regardless of their talent level so they didn't feel intimidated. Having been surrounded by coaches who made you resent golf while playing in college, you made it your mission to have people enjoy the sport; for golf to be a hobby and not a chore.
âThanks, what should I play?â she asks, wanting your expert opinion she convinced herself; truthfully she just wanted to hear you talk about golf. âWell, how far does your 5 wood go?â â120 meters if I donât waffle it.â âHa! Wonderful, use that.â âI love you.â
She does, in fact, waffle it. But she laughs it off and tries again. This time she does hit it good and it lands beside the green. âYes Leah, that was great!â you give her another high five and see Jacob already by your ball.
â100 perfect meters. You hit that drive a long way down here.â
âThanks Jacob, this is one of my longest ones on this hole I think.â
âWhich club do you want?â Leah asks, wanting to return the favor. âPitching wedge please.â you tell her, grabbing it from her and playing your shot. It flies past the hole a little, leaving you with 15 feet for birdie. You smile and wave a little as they impressively clap. Jacob catches the lovesick glint in his sisters eyes as she watches you like you're the only person in the world.
âYouâre a goner, arenât ya?â
âHook, line and sinker Jacob.â âI love you.â
The three of you spend the next 4 hours playing the most fun round youâve had in a while. Leah ends up playing a 102, Jacob was better with a 95 and you won ten pounds from Greg after posting a course record of 63.
She was a little sad that the round was over, packing her bag much slower than was necessary. She didnât see that you were doing the same. Jacob said goodbye and left, winking at her and teasing her. She shoved him and smiled happily, nervous about not wanting the day to end. You had just about plucked up the courage to ask her out when you stood and there she was, almost as surprised as you were.
âUh, fuck. I was j-just wondering if you would w-want a drink or something.â
âDepends, would that mean that itâs a date?â
âOnly if you wanted it to be.â
âI would love nothing more. Well, you eventually but, weâll see.â
//
âYouâre WHO?!â
âYou saying you didnât recognize me?â
âI hate that I have a feeling youâre more amused than offended that I donât know THE Leah Williamson.â
âItâs honestly refreshing.â
You laugh as arrive at your car. You wordlessly grab both golf bags and pack them into your boot. You close it and smile at her standing there, hands shoved into her pockets as she rocked on the balls of her feet.
âHow about a little lunch? I know a pretty good cafĂŠ I think youâd like.â She nervously suggests, somewhat scared that you would say no.
âIâd love that, Leah. Quit being so nervous, I donât bite.â
//
âCould I do the cranberry and chicken wrap please? Maybe an iced latte to go with that too, please.â
âMake that two. Iâll pay.â
âLeah, I couldnât let you do that.â
âItâs a date remember? I asked, I pay.â
âWhat a gentlewoman, you are. Makes a girl weak in the knees, you know.â
âIâll catch you doll, donât worry.â
Leah doesnât think sheâs ever been able to talk to anyone the same way she could with you. You were the perfect listener; attentive and engaged. You also spoke so eloquently and had the best jokes sheâs ever heard. Itâs not till the cafĂŠ owner comes over at 7PM to let you both know that they were closing did you realize the time.
You both walk hand in hand down the streets of late-night Milton Keynes. Leah insists on getting ice cream, beating you again at handing over money to pay. You both settle on a bench at a nearby park and enjoy the cold dessert. Your hands donât leave each otherâs, her thumb softly brushing over your knuckles.
âYouâre the prettiest girl Iâve ever seen, Y/N. I donât think I would be able to sleep tonight if I didnât tell you.â She blurts out suddenly and it sends a dark blush up your cheeks. âI love you.â
âI lied.â
âWhat?â
âI lied, of course I knew who you were. How could anyone not? I was fangirling so hard but I had to keep my cool so I didnât scare you. Iâm sorry.â
âThatâs the best lie anyone has ever told me.â
You continued to eat your ice cream, sitting closer to her as your laced fingers sat in your lap. Ice cream cones now finished you both just enjoyed the cool Milton Keynes night.
âAre you from here?â Leah asks as she mindlessly plays with your fingers. âYeah, but we moved around a lot as kids because of my dadâs job. I moved back here for secondary school but went to the US for college.â
âA great friend of mine studied in the US while playing sports too.â
âAlessia? Iâve met her, she signed my jersey one time.â
âSignedâwhich game did you come to?!â
âI was at the Euroâs last year. Loved watching the final, I had a sore throat for a week from all the shouting. I had just come back from graduating so I thought Iâd enjoy a little soccer.â
âItâs football, love.â
You laugh and lean your head on her shoulder as she takes the opportunity to slip her arm around your shoulder. You donât protest, leaning into her. She smiles wide, grabbing your hand to hold with her other. It was past 11PM, both of you walking to your car begrudgingly at the reality of a perfect date coming to a close. You get in and suddenly have a burst of confidence. You lean in and to your surprise, she does too. Your lips meet and it's like fireworks. Her lips mold to yours perfectly, tongues swiping and tangling like a practiced tango. You pull away first, hand cupping her beautiful face and stroking her cheekbone.
âI donât want it to end.â
âThen donât let it.â
âStay the night?â
âI thought youâd never ask.â
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completely serious
jamie drysdale x fem!hughes!reader
ik the third pic is him wearing a ducks jersey but thereâs nothing really of him in flyers gear that fit what i was looking for, so letâs just pretend <3
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y/n.hughes: to a new era baby! hope philly treats you well đ§Ąđ§Ą (please take care of him flyers or i will violently cry)
tagged: jamie.drysdale, philadelphiaflyers
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trevorzegras: i too will violently cry
lhughes_06: so this is where you took your impromptu trip to
y/n.hughes: & what about it
userone: still canât believe it tbh đ
yourbestie: she very much will! philadelphiaflyers
yourroommate: she cried upon hearing the news
philadelphiaflyers: we will take great care of jamie! do not worry đ§Ą
philadelphiaflyers: we will make sure to water him daily & make sure he gets enough sunlight đŤĄ
usertwo: stopp!! the way they are describing him as a house plant đ i cant
mfrost16: weâll take him out on walks too!
userthree: now heâs a dog đđ
userfour: i mean he did bark his first game with the flyers userthree
jackhughes: i will not be picking up the pieces if she starts to violently sob
lhughes_06: you never do
_quinnhughes: i do that
_quinnhughes: when have you ever done that bro
jackhughes: i feel attacked rn
userfive: the way the flyers flew BOTH y/n & jamieâs parents out for his first game đđ warms my heart
usersix: they did?
userfive: yep! during his post game interview, someone asked if the flyers flew anyone else out for jamie & he said that he wouldnât play if they didnât fly y/n out as well! (jokingly of course)
usersix: thatâs so freaking cute đ
jamie.drysdale: i was completely serious userfive
philadelphiaflyers: he, in fact, was completely serious userfive
userseven: UGH GOALS đđ
usereight: theyâll treat him well y/n!
jamie.drysdale: iâll miss you so much love đ¤ iâll have the flyers fly you out whenever (& if not, then i will)
y/n.hughes: iâll miss you more!! im so so proud of you & canât wait to see the amazing things youâll accomplish in philly â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
philadelphiaflyers: y/nâs apart of the team already! weâll fly her out whenever you want jim! just say the word âď¸âď¸
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y/n.hughes: jamie photo dump during these trying & sad times
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trevorzegras: the fifth picture is evil y/n. why you got to do my boy like that? (please send it to me asap)
y/n.hughes: check your messages babes đ
trevorzegras: bless girl hughes đđ
userone: another shoe tying pic!!!
lhughes_06: uhhh, why am i not tagged in the sixth pic?? i so graciously taught your bf how to wake board & this is the thanks i get??
y/n.hughes: thank you so much luke for teaching my boyfriend how to wake board & almost kill him in the process đ
lhughes_06: i am an amazing teacher! he did not almost die
jackhughes: dude, you almost broke his nose when you both went down after YOU jumped on him
lhughes_06: i do not recall such a thing
jamie.drysdale: i will let the fifth picture slide just this once bc i miss & love you so much 𼰠(also, almost died in the last pic đ)
jackhughes: SEE!! lhughes_06
lhughes_06: đś i cant see iâm blinnnddddđśđ¨âđŚŻ
y/n.hughes: love & miss you more đ¤đŤśđź
_quinnhughes: the lake house that summer will forever be burned into my brain
usertwo: in a good way? đ
userthree: THE FUCKING âI â¤ď¸ MY GIRLFRIENDâ TSHIRT đŤđŤđŤđŤđŤ
yourroommate: i specifically remember the first pic like it was yesterday
userfour: babes spill! what happened!!
yourroommate: y/n was not having a good week so jamie flew out for the weekend & showed up with flowers & wearing that exact shirt userfour
yourbestie: he said, and i quote, âi saw this shirt on tiktok & though youâd like itâ & y/n proceeded to cry :) userfour yourroommate
y/n.hughes: why am i and my bf being exposed in this comment thread?? đ
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Falling in Love on the Fourth Floor - Part 13
Pairing: Azriel x reader | WC: 1.8k | Warnings: none | Masterlist
Summary: Out of an act of desperation, you move in with a guy you kind of know who happens to have a really hot brother who lives next door.
Author's note: everyone say thank you to @sarawritestories for bullying me to get me to write and to @milswrites for the NEW HEADER LOOK IT'S SO PRETTY
Ten minutes to the dot from getting to your door Azriel was walking into your apartment with a bowl of popcorn and several bags of candy. He brought chocolates, gummy worms, cookies, and several other sweets in the crook of his elbow, several being held by random fingers. You really werenât sure how he was carrying it all.Â
In your absence he also changed into some black sweatpants and a black tee, his arms flexed with all the snacks in his hold. He looked great at mini golf, but now he looked attractive in such a different way.Â
âWhat are you doing?â He looked a bit ridiculous, as if he just raided a candy store. He looked even more ridiculous trying to toe his shoes off before making his way over to you.
âI know you donât have food here.â
âYes we do - Cassian was supposed to go grocery shopping yesterday!â You whip your head to the kitchen, as if you could see the inside of your pantry from where you sat. âBesides I ordered a pizza.â
He gives you a look, âCassianâs version of grocery shopping is stopping at our apartment and taking what he wants.â
Your eyes widen, âno he does not! He said he goes to the store for food.â
He scoffs, setting down the candy and snacks on the table in front of you, lining them all up so you could see the label on each bag, âthe store of Rhys and Az, maybe. A 24 hour convenience store Cassian has a lifetime membership to.â
You think back to all the times Cassian told you he was going grocery shopping, but youâre not sure if you ever did see him come back with bags of groceries. All the food and supplies just showed up. âWell, Iâm sorry he does that. It does explain his luxurious tastes thoughâŚâ
âItâs fine,â he says sitting next to you, your legs touching. âRhysâs dad pays for the groceries, so..âÂ
His sentence lingers as he shrugs his shoulders. âItâs whatâs worked for us for a long time. Rhys couldn't care less. Actually I think he prefers getting to spend money on us.â
âSo things with Rhysâs dad are weird?â
âUh, yeah, I suppose. His dad sucks. Gives Rhys a- basically an unlimited credit card. Rhys has played with the limits on it before. We all know heâs rich, we just donât know how rich. Heâs spent a ridiculous amount of money on that card with no response. Once he bought all of ours and Cassianâs furniture in one trip - bought ridiculously priced shit too. Didnât even blink over it.â
He scoops up a handful of popcorn, popping some into his mouth. âWell, all the furniture except their ridiculously sized tvs.â
You giggle, grabbing the bag of sour candies he brought and opening them, popping some in your mouth. âMm, youâre too good to fall victim to their childish antics?â
âIâm more evolved than them.â
âSo it was a different Azriel that Cassian was talking about going racing with him on some backroads a few weeks ago?â
A beat passes and he refuses to look at you, his eyes straight forward. âI think Cassian has face blindness.â
âOh yeah, mhm.â You pick up the remote, scrolling to look through potential movies to watch. âMaybe we should get a decal for your bike so he wonât get confused again. Iâm thinking of something that makes you seem distinguished.â
âOh?â
âSomething that makes you seem intimidating.â
âsomething scary?â His eyes dance with amusement, crinkling in contained joy.
âSomething terrifying. So they know youâre a menace.â
You scroll through the movie options, Azrielâs arm making its way across the back of the couch behind you. He spreads his legs a bit, and you nestle into his shoulder as you put on Jurassic Park, picking a movie youâd be okay with missing some parts to it.
The two of you had watched at least three quarters of Jurassic Park, several parts of the movie missed because the two of you couldnât keep from making out on your couch.Â
You watched the entire trilogy, staying up late with him. By the time the second movie came on, the two of you talked through most of it, until youâd reach the scenes with the pterodactyls in the third movie. Then you had forced your hands over his mouth, not letting him talk over your favorite scenes. Once you had pulled them away, he immediately dove on top of you, pushing you into the couch and nuzzling his face into your neck.
The two of you stayed up until somewhere around 3 AM, the third movie long forgotten as you asked him to stay the night. Nothing happened, except you did wake up the next morning with his arm slung around your waist, making it very tempting to completely ignore your alarm clock.
Unfortunately, Azriel had work to do, kissing your temple before he snuck back into his apartment to get dressed.
He had been gone for all of twenty seconds when your phone buzzed and he asked if youâd like to get coffee the next day before class. Your classes lined up at the same time each day, so you two would meet up at a local coffee shop in the morning. Youâd park your car in the grocery store lot afterwards, Azriel holding out his spare helmet for you before helping put it on your head before heâd zip you two through campus, one of his hands always on your thigh.Â
The two of you would separate once heâd walk you to your classes, and then youâd meet back up at the library. It was a bit concerning to you how quickly the two of you fell into a routine, most of your free time of the week either spent with him or texting him.
âI got you something.â
You rummage through your bag when Azriel walks up to the table, his jacket being thrown onto one of the extra chairs. He sets down his helmet as you continue your search. You slide the envelope across the table, his scarred fingers touching yours as he grabs it from you. He opens the envelope, pulling out the note.
âTo be more menacingâ is written on pink stationary, a sticker falling from the paper. He picks it up, a smile on his face as he turns the sticker in his fingers, the cartoon goose with a knife in his mouth looking back at you.
His smile is captivating in the harsh lighting of the library, the LEDs making his skin several shades too light.
But it made his smile all the more blinding.Â
âThank you,â he slips the sticker into his jacket pocket, sliding into the seat across from you.
He pulled out his laptop, his bag neat and tidy, a far cry from Cassianâs paper cluttered bag. You go back to reviewing your notes, as Azriel begins typing on his computer. The silence is comfortable between you two, and as you feel it start to settle, Azrielâs foot grazes your own, sticking itself between your crossed ankles.Â
You peer at him across the table, but his tortoiseshell glasses donât move towards you, his computer screen reflecting through them to show he was working on some form of coding you had no desire to understand. You smile back down to your books, trying to get all your work finished before Friday, the six of you spending the weekend at Rhysâs dadâs lake house.Â
Cassian had been moaning and groaning for several weeks about wanting to go to the lake, but Rhysâs dad was having renovations done on the house and on the private dock until roughly two weeks ago. Since its completion, Cassian has been relentless, worming the word âlakeâ into every conversation heâs had, not being very subtle about what he wanted.
Every morning he texted your group chat about his âcornfLAKEsâ or about how he just loves âsnowfLAKEsâ. He had just run out of words two days ago and now resorted to making up words that had âlakeâ in them. Rhys immediately texted everyone to âplease for the love of my sanity, be available this weekend or else Iâm petitioning we murder Cassianâ.Â
None of you wanted to be stuck doing any kind of work this weekend - Cassian and Azriel already had the weekend off, Mor and Feyre were free, and your plans revolved around the work and the man in front of you. All of you were desperate to finish any work that was due on Monday before the six of you left.
âSo this weekend.â
He holds up a finger, typing furiously before he stops, looking up at you. He closes his laptop slightly, pushing it away from himself.Â
âThis weekend.â
You put your chin in your hands, looking at his tan face. You loved seeing him wear his glasses - they made him look so endearing and soft. âAre we um going to tell anyone before we go? Besides Mor, obviously.â
You had texted Mor at some point during the second or third movie, asking her if she had mentioned your date to anyone. She had said no and that sheâd be willing to keep it that way if you remembered to thank her profusely for âsetting you up on the best date of your lifeâ.Â
You had agreed, but now this left you with a bit of a dilemma - when do you tell everyone? Does he want to tell everyone?
âYou donât understand how annoying they can get when it comes to my love life.â
You giggled, certain you could figure it out based on how nosey and meddling Cassian was.Â
He clears his throat, âbesides Iâd like to figure things out with you before they know. I donât want them to scare you off.â
You laughed, âI walked in on Cassian trimming his toenails the other night. I think anything worse than that violates the Geneva convention.â
His smile is bright as he watches you giggle at your own joke. âHow about this,â his hands move across the table, laying them palm up so you can sit yours into them. Your fingers lightly trace the lines on his palms as his voice picks up again. âIâll take you out for lunch tomorrow, and it will be the official end of things⌠until we get back.â
You raise your brows, but heâs not finished. âObviously, not really the end of things. But just.. Weâll come back from lunch as the people we were last week. Before mini golf.â
Your voice is a bit unsteady as you ask, âdo you want to stay those people? The before mini golf versions of ourselves?â
âNo.â His reply is fast, voice full of conviction.
âYouâre not just saying this because Rhysâs lake house has a hot housekeeper, are you?â
He blows out his lips, laughing at your waggling eyebrows, âSonyaâs been about eighty years old for the past fifteen years.â His fingers quickly snatch yours, holding them tightly. âSo sheâs perfect for me.â
You throw your head back, about to laugh, but he pulls your fingers forward, bringing you in for a soft kiss you canât help but giggle through.
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Chapter Three: Roommates
summary: eddie proposes you move in with him, and you do â for the baby, duh.
warnings: mentions of morning sickness; brief vomit mention; but other than that 7.2k of fluff.
eddie munson x pregnant!reader || strangers to friends to lovers, unplanned pregnancy, and then they were roommates, forced proximity.
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Though you anticipated seeing more of Eddie in the upcoming months, you hadnât expected it quite literally the next day. Chrissy had suggested a âfamily dinnerâ that Sunday evening, but Steve ended up meeting a work friend to play some golf, and Melody had been fussing all day. When she had helplessly mentioned she hadnât been able to go food shopping, you offered to go pick up everything sheâd need.
It just so happened to be that when you drove up, Eddieâs van was sitting in front of the house, his head visibly bobbing where it was above the steering wheel, fingers dancing along the steering wheel. Curiosity got the better of you and you pulled into the sprawling driveway beside him, rolling your window down and looking in until heâd realized he had been caught and lowered the dial on his music.
The window beside you rolled down next, his head leaning over the center console so he could ask, âNeed help? Backseat is looking a little full there.â
âWeâre gonna pretend I didnât just see you having your own private concert?â
âPlease,â he laughed, turning the car off. Before you could even argue with him about the endless grocery bags, he was already out of his vehicle and heading over to your trunk. âPop the trunk. Youâre not meant to be lifting much anyway.â
âHow do you know?â You walked up beside him, unlocking the trunk to reveal the endless bags hidden within.
âSteve gave me one of his dad books to prepare,â he said, lifting some of the heavier bags first. You reached in to grab some of the lighter ones, resting them high on your hip. âI stayed up all night reading up through the fourth month.â
âEddie, thatâs crazy.â
âI wanted to be prepared.â He shrugged, walking beside you up to the house. âDid you know that the babyâs eyes are closed right now, but they move around? Kind of cool, maybe a little creepy.â
âDefinitely creepy,â you echoed, a little impressed heâd done all of that as you entered the home and Chrissy came stumbling out, now no longer with Melody in hand. âShe finally went down?â
âYes, thank goodness.â She approached Eddie, taking a couple of bags to lighten the weight loaded in his arms. âJust put everything on the island, Iâll take care of putting it all away.â
The second trip to the car proved different. Eddie noticed immediately the giant box of diapers and bag of baby clothes youâd yet to bring downstairs. Paused as he took in the sight of the tiny clothes, thumb running over a colorful onesie that peeked out of the plastic.
âHere,â he said thickly, lifting the box of diapers in one arm and the bag in the other, âIâll help you bring them downstairs.â
Exhaling deeply, you closed the trunk and led him to the side entrance to the apartment. Robin had gone out with some friends, leaving the place empty. Eddie whistled as he stepped in, kicking his shoes off near the door, still wet from the snow that had fallen the night before.
âUhmâŚwhere are you sleeping?â he asked out loud, taking in the space. âI mean, Iâve been here before. I know Robin has the bedroom, but where is your stuff?â
âIâm on the pullout couch,â you explained, walking him over, snatching a laundry basket on the way.
Waving an arm out to him, he handed over the bag of clothing and dropped down onto the couch beside you, the diapers already laid out on the kitchen table.
âYouâre not serious.â He eyed you as you pulled outfit after outfit from the bag.
âI sleep right here,â you said, nonplussed.
âYou canât,â he stated plainly, voice rising.
âI meanâŚI can,â you retorted, tossing baby socks into the basket to be cleaned, âand I do.â
âMove in with me.â
Now you were convinced heâd absolutely lost it. The man who you procreated with was losing his mind, because there was no way in hell youâd heard him correctly.
âI canât move in with you, I donât even know you.â
âLook â I own a home. Itâs not huge or anything, but itâs better than sleeping on a couch. Thereâs a guest bedroom you could stay in and another bedroom we could turn into a nursery. But you canât stay here.â
âI was saving up for my own place,â you explained, tossing another item into the bin. âThis is fine for right now. I canât come live with you, take up your space, uproot your quiet. Thatâs silly, Eddie.â
âItâs not silly,â he argued, reaching into the bag and holding one of the little sleepers in his hands. He marveled for a moment and then shook his head, like heâd remembered something. âI told you I wanted to help out. Donât you think it would be easier if, I donât know, the baby woke up in the middle of the night and you had someone else there who could take care of things? I want to be able to bond with my kid too, you know?â
In theory, it sounded nice. The thought of having Eddie down the hall to assist with diaper changes seemed like a dream. An opportunity you hadnât even imagined possible before bumping into him at the supermarket. And yet, the facts remained the same as they were: Eddie was, for all intents and purposes, a stranger.
âJustâŚthink about it?â he asked softly, âplease?â
You thought about it. For about five minutes after Eddie returned upstairs to help Steve fix something with his car. Apparently, when he wasnât working on music, he maintained a job as a mechanic at the nearby car shop.
It just didnât seem logical â his whole suggestion. Or, rather, you convinced yourself it didnât.
Robin, however, seemed to be on Eddieâs side in regards to the whole ordeal.
Traitorous by your standards, and only further complicated your already swirling thoughts.
âI mean, youâll have an extra set of hands. Someone else to help change diapers. Help with midnight feedings,â she rationalized, trailing off with a grin lining her features, âPlus the two of you probably need to learn to get along for the next eighteen years. Thatâs a long time, babe. Only way to do that is if you spend time together.â
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Moving day happened the next weekend. It all seemed crazy when you thought about it. But then again, you hadnât thought much about it. Your friends had sat around a table with Eddie after dinner on âfamily night,â and Chrissy had the lovely idea to make a pro-con list.
That pro list didnât lie, youâd give it that much.
Despite the beginnings of this ârelationship,â you were going to need to figure out how best to navigate the next couple months and the foreseeable future if both parties wanted to be involved in the most important personâs life in this situation.
Because when all the pieces had been laid out, despite your innate desire to protect and nurture them, this baby did have two parents.
And both deserved a part in their life â you knew that.
So arrangements were made and you agreed to moving in with the man. Settled on the fact that this was the best option for the baby, as you were not at all inclined to think about that man in any way other than friendship.
Especially not when heâd walked in from (conspiratorially) helping Steve work on his car for a couple days in a row while you waited for moving day, feet up on the couch reading a book, noticing his tee shirt covered in grease, hands the same color, hair pulled back into a ponytail.
It was the hormones, that was all. They were the ones betraying your body, not you. Because in the rational part of your mind, relationships failed. Youâd seen it more times than you could count. Loved ones going through a divorce, friends falling in and out of love, your own failed relationships. It wasnât worth it trying to complicate an already tangled web with feelings. Feelings were fleeting anyway.
The butterflies that kicked up whenever Eddie was near? Fleeting. The way you swore your heart skipped that first afternoon when Steve had helped you unload some of your things on moving day and Eddie entered from the bathroom, shirt pulled up to wipe at his sweaty forehead? Fleeting. The way your insides melted when you perused the living room and kitchen as the guys walked back out to your car to bring in the last of your boxes, only to find his What to Expect When Youâre Expecting book perched on his coffee table, and a picture youâd given him from a recent ultrasound on his kitchen? Fleeting, with a capital âf.â
Eddieâs home itself was adorable. A small, three bedroom, one bathroom, with one level. The interior was a mix of darker furniture and sparse walls. Heâd already agreed that you could spruce things up if you wanted to, and youâd immediately made notes that first day he gave you a tour. You loved the place â from the open plan of the kitchen and dining room, to his bedroom full of music memorabilia and Dungeons and Dragons merchandise (that you definitely teased him about), to your bedroom, with its white walls and olive bedding. There was a tan dresser on the far wall, and a floor to ceiling mirror on the back of the door. Simple, for the time being.
Heâd brought you to the additional room next, had smiled at you and leaned an elbow up on the doorframe. âI figure a crib can go on that back wall. The closets are pretty decent sized. Maybe a dresser on the left wall, and the changing table over there. You could probably fit a rocking chair next to the crib, too.â
âEddieâŚâ
He sounded so hopeful. So expectant of what the future held. Smiled to himself like he could imagine his son or daughter in this room and radiated pride with it.
âWe can get paint after we find out what it is.â He shrugged, crossing his arms over his chest. Those dark eyes of his met yours. âI know itâs not the biggest, but I think itâs good for now.â
âItâs perfect,â you said softly, brushing at your eyes with the back of your hands, overwhelmed by the thought that in just a few short months your baby would be here, sleeping in this room in this house. âDamn hormones. I am not crying.â
âWhatever you say, sweetheart,â he chuckled, moving back down the hall toward the kitchen. âIâm going to start dinner. How do you feel about grilled cheese since weâve been unpacking all day?â
Maybe you moaned a bit. And maybe Eddie laughed. And maybe youâd actually stepped into an episode of The Twilight Zone, but you found yourself hopeful. Excited for the future standing before you, and followed him back down the hall with dreams of gooey cheesy goodness on your mind.
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The first couple of days proved to be an adjustment. On the first night, you padded into the bathroom, eyes still half-closed, bladder full, and screeched as you fell backward and careened into the toilet bowl.
Eddie sprang up out of bed at your terror, nearly crashing down the door, asking, âWhat happened? Is something wrong? Do we need to go to the hospital?â
âEddie! Close your eyes, Iâm naked!â
âPretty sure seeing you naked is how we got into this situation.â He clapped a palm over his eyes.
âDo not even go there! Youâre on thin ice as it is.â
âJesus Christ, just tell me what happened, will you?! You scared me half to death.â
âEddie Munson,â you nearly snarled, snatching a towel from the rack to cover yourself with, âdid you leave the toilet seat up?â
âI meanâŚI may have.â
âEddie!â
He rubbed at the back of his neck. âTo be fair, I did live alone for the past five or so years here.â
âI could have drowned.â
âThatâs a little dramatic, donât you think, sweetheart?â His lips tugged upward into a grin that made you want to bash your head backwards against the wall. âAnd I came to your rescue, didnât I?â
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The second day brought long hours at work and a special home cooked dinner when you walked in through the front door. The house smelled amazing, like freshly made sauce and spices, mixed with a candle burning on the coffee table in the living room. You kicked your shoes off at the door and dropped your pocketbook on the ground beside them, shouldering off your jacket and placing it on the coat rack.
Eddie turned around as you entered the kitchen, watching as your hands rubbed up and down the sleeves of your sweater, trying to bring back some warmth into your body. He lookedâŚannoyingly handsome. Feathery curls brushing his shoulders as his head bobbed to the music he had filtering through the radio, dark wash jeans, a thin black sweatshirt. An apron was tied around his waist, sitting low on his hips where his shirt had ridden up just enough to reveal the happy trail you knew slipped beyond his boxers.
Annnd now was not a good time to be thinking about Halloween. Not as you stepped up beside him and asked if he needed any help with anything. âYou could grab us some drinks. Maybe grab the cheese from the fridge. I think I have everything else all good to go.â
âSo you cook?â you mused, walking over to the refrigerator and grabbing two cans of Coca-Cola and the Parmesan.
âShould you be drinking that?â
âI still have food aversions because of your kid,â you said, pointing down for emphasis, âso I will drink whatever I can keep down at the moment. And right now that sounds like Coca-Cola.â
âPoint taken.â He nodded, raising the volume a bit on the radio.
It sounded angry. Something metal, you assumed. Curiosity piqued, you asked, âIs this the kind of music you play? It sounds interesting.â
âYeah. This one is actually âMaster of Puppets.â I learned it in a matter of a couple days back in my senior year of high school. Wayne had gotten me the album since Iâd been passing all my classes. Was really nice of him.â
âA couple days?â Your elbows leaned onto the counter beside him, listening to the lyrics about obeying your master, and a master of puppets pulling strings. âThatâs really incredible.â
âYou could watch us play sometime?â Eddie suggested, dialing down the knob on the radio. âIâdâŚlike for you to meet the guys. Theyâre also in town. We sometimes play smaller gigs at the Hideout. Kind of where we started, back when we were in high school.â
âThat would be really cool,â you said, just as Eddie opened the oven and revealed rows of endless garlic bread.
Normally, youâd be over the moon. Ready to consume said garlic bread by the bucket full. But the scent â oh god, the scent had your stomach churning like waves lashing at the hull of a ship. Had your belly tightening, hand coming up to rest over your mouth as you dry heaved into a palm.
Eddie whirled around with the tray in hand and glanced worriedly at your face, feet carrying him closer as he prattled, âAre you okay?â
You held out your other hand in a silent warning of âstay back,â heaving once more into your palm. âPlease.â
He tossed the bread onto the stove top and called out your name, but youâd already rushed down the hall and expelled the contents of your stomach into the toilet, grasping onto the porcelain edges for dear life. A second wave crashed over you and you groaned, forehead dropping down against the wall of the shower, the chilly exterior cooling your clammy skin.
Eddieâs head popped in hesitantly as you lay there, curly hair bouncing about his shoulders as he reached around in the medicine cabinet and tossed one of the ginger candies Chrissy had given you by the bucket full, because while her morning sickness had faded after the start of the second trimester, yours had yet to do so.
âAnything I can do?â he asked, dropping down onto the ground, back against the sink cabinets.
âYouâve done enough,â you grumbled, popping the candy into your mouth with one hand, the other running over your midsection to quell the nausea. âIâm so sorry because I know you probably spent ages working on it, and Iâm so grateful, but I need you to throw away the garlic bread.â
âNo good?â You shook your head and he grimaced apologetically. âLet me go grab you some water and Iâll make sure to vanquish the evil bread before I come back. Iâll let you know when itâs safe, okay?â
You pressed a hand over your heart, feigning a faint. âMy hero.â
He smirked, and you hated that fluttering wings stirred in your belly because of it.
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The third evening brought with it a conversation as you readied for a night out with your friends. Chrissy and Steve had gotten a babysitter, and the two of you decided to meet up with them for some food and drinks at a local restaurant.
It sounded like a double date, and with your life already complicated enough being nearly eighteen weeks pregnant as February grew closer and closer to a close, you needed to make sure Eddie understood your friendship needed to remain the one stable thing in your life.
Because, for all intents and purposes, that was exactly what the two of you were. Roommates and friends. The kind of people who greeted each other after a day of work, maybe shared a bit about their day, ate at the dinner table together, and drifted off to bed separately.
An endless, platonic sleepover â with someone who you just happened to have previously slept with. But that wasnât happening again; not even with the increased hormones running rampant in your body, insistent on keeping you on edge at nearly all hours of the day.
Luckily for you, the shower stall provided just the perfect sound barrier and proper channel to take care of suchâŚurges, and Eddie remained none the wiser to it.
You could do this. You were doing this.
You found Eddie that evening adjusting the sleeves of his leather jacket in the living room. Heâd gone with dark pants, a red shirt beneath, and that signature black leather jacket that should be a crime to society because of how well fitted it was to his body. His hair hung loose around his shoulders, a sparkly earring youâd never noticed before dangling in his ear as you approached.
âDonât make fun,â you groused, stepping into the living area, âI need to go shopping, my sweaters are getting tighter now.â
Youâd worn simple black boots, a pair of your newer jeans, and a cream knitted sweater that maybe only had a few weeks left of use in it.
âYou look great,â he reassured. âYou always look beautiful.â
âThanks.â You glanced down at your feet, a little bashful, nervousness welling. âAnd hey â thank you for the past couple of days. I know it has to be weird having me here.â
âItâs different, having another person in the house. But it feels right.â
âIâm really happy that weâre doing this wholeâŚfriendship and parenting thing,â you continued, watching the corners of his mouth twitch downward just the slightest. âI just think thatâs best for the baby.â
âIs that what weâre doing?â he asked, and you swore you could hear the hurt lining his words.
âSex complicates things. Obviously, weâve already learned that,â you began, toying with the ring on his middle finger, âso I think we should keep things friendly. Itâll be better in the long run.â
As in, Halloween was to remain a memory and not something revisited.
âIs that what you think?â He sounded doubtful, but you knew heâd respect it without issue. Youâd learned that much in the short while of knowing him.
âYeah.â
Even though you craved him. Chalked it up to human instinct to want to be nearer to the man, but you pushed it into the caverns of your mind. Locked it away in a box, to remain untouched.
âThen weâll work on being best friends,â he agreed, stepping forward to loop his arms around your shoulder and tug you in close for a friendly hug, âfor the baby.â
ââ
You found out Eddie wasnât a fan of spinach in his eggs by the fifth day. You had ended up making extra anyway, and since he was kind enough to cook dinner without even asking most nights, you thought you might do the same. He whistled upon entering the kitchen, face growing pale at the plate you smiled gleefully at when you exclaimed âI made you breakfast.â
He still ate them despite your countless protests that he absolutely didnât have to. Poor guy had grinned at you through what looked like terror in his eyes, swallowing each bite with an emphasized hum of forced pleasure. And damn it he didnât need to look so good like that, freshly crumpled shirt from bed, bicep reaching up to rub at his neck, revealing dark swirling ink on his limbs, hair in a messy bun at the back of his head since heâd end up pulling it back for work anyway.
âEddie.â You laughed, pulling your chair closer to the table in the kitchen, stabbing at your own eggs. âYou really donât have to eat them. I just figured youâve been so kind feeding me literally all week, I wanted to help out a bit. Do my own part around the house.â
He shrugged, popping a blueberry in his mouth. âYou really donât have to. I enjoy cooking. Might not be great at it, but I like it.â
âYeah, but I want to contribute more,â you explained, chewing at a strawberry and swallowing it down with some water. âYouâve given up two rooms in your home. Maybe I can do some of the chores. Dishes after dinner, laundry â I donât know.â
His mouth twitched at that, dark eyes rising to meet your own. âDeal.â
âReally? I thought I was going to have to grovel. Seeing as you havenât let me lift a finger in days.â
âI hate laundry,â he stated plainly, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world, âyou drive a hard bargain, Buttercup.â
âThen great, Iâll start now ââ
âSit down,â he chuckled, hand curling around your forearm before you could rise from the table, hip nearly bumping the corner in your hastiness. âFinish your breakfast. And the water. Please.â
A twinkle gleamed in his eye. Something that made butterflies burst low in your belly. âWhat is your day looking like?â
âI have work till around four, and then I thought I would invite some of the guys over since itâs Friday. If thatâs okay?â
âItâs your home.â
âYeah, but itâs yours too now.â
You shrugged. âI donât mind.â
âWould you want to meet them? Iâve told them about you,â he said, then glanced down beneath the table, âand you.â
âYeah, sure.â Your back leaned against the wooden chair, a deep exhale falling from your lips. âDo you want to go food shopping together? Get some drinks and snacks?â
âIâd love to, sweetheart.â
ââ
Laughter filled the home. Loud and boisterous. A sound that had you beaming from ear to ear, shuffling about the kitchen as you familiarized with where Eddie preferred everything to go. Snacks away in the pantry. Cookies easily accessible in another cabinet in case he ever needed one (you didnât question it). Placed various paper plates and napkins bought for the evening on the kitchen counter, the plastic utensils in a holder beside them, plastic cups face down nearby.
He made quick work of putting everything else perishable in the fridge, making sure to grab what youâd need for the cookies you decided to make. After perusing the aisles together for what felt like hours, the thought jumped to Eddieâs mind to bake.
A perfect bonding moment, he said, and he was right. There was no arguing about the intimacy of baking with one another. A fact made more prominent as he draped his little apron around his hips and grabbed a giant bowl, some mixing utensils, and a baking pan and placed them down in front of you.
While he did that, you rooted around for the ingredients you needed. Vanilla, flour, brown and white sugar, chocolate chips, eggs, cornstarch, salt and the like. The oven was preheated, the pans slicked, and prepped for baking.
Shoulders pressed together as the two of you worked in tandem. Tossing ingredients into a bowl, taking turns mixing, laughing as you accidentally flicked sugar over the lip of the bowl and a streak of white remained in its wake along Eddieâs abdomen. Tongue dipping out to drag along your bottom lip, you steeled your gaze up above, in the bowl, on the task at hand.
In another bowl, Eddie began mixing the flour, baking soda, and salt. Frantically, heâd done it so frantically, with his smirk youâd grown to love lining those perfectly plush lips. Laughter bursted up from deep within you, flour flicking across Eddieâs cheek at the jolt of the sound, his smile spreading wider as you paused in your own mixing and stepped closer to him.
He stilled on the spot, fingers twitching at his sides as your midsection bumped against the harder lines of his abdomen, palm reaching up toward his face.
At his raised brow, you whispered, âGot a little somethingâŚright here.â
A low sweep. Your finger arced in a low sweep against his cheek where flour had painted him a ghostly white. Dark eyes trailed your face, over the lines of your mouth, the fullness of your lips â then flickered up to your eyes, and you heard his breath as it faltered.
Cheeks burning, you whirled away, returning to your bowl. âI got it all. Good as new.â
He leaned in closer, bringing both bowls nearer to one another. âWe mix the two now. And then itâs the chocolate chips.â
Watching as he did as explained, you reached across the countertop to grab the chocolate chips. Snipped the top edge off the package when Eddie instructed you to do so, and poured the contents within. Before long, you had a perfectly mixed cookie dough, ripe for baking.
âWeâre not so bad at this,â Eddie mused once you began spooning small dollops onto the baking sheets strewn about the countertops. âGranted, itâs not parenting. But the working together thing â I think weâve got it.â
âItâs baking,â you said, wrinkling your nose at his words.
âYeah, youâre right,â he agreed, nudging you with his elbow, âbut we communicated through every step, and I think thatâll come in handy.â
âIf youâre trying to convince me into thinking youâll be a good father, you donât have to,â you said, laughing. âI already know you will be.â
He paused beside you, faltering in his movements, and you wondered if you said something wrong. âYou think so?â
âI know so,â you promised, understanding from the look on his face, the nervousness in his eyes, the doubt that there was a deeper conversation to be had here. âYou know that too, right? That youâll be a good father.â
Eddie swallowed, mouth settling into a firm line. âI think Iâm still trying to accept that this is happening a little bit. Itâs only been a week or so. And I guess itâs probably a little different for me ââ
âBecause you havenât seen them?â you asked, recalling at your last doctorâs visit heâd only gotten to hear the heartbeat. His only visual was residing on his refrigerator, in the form of a black and white photo heâd not been present for the taking of. âI feel likeâŚitâs also different because I know theyâre there. Always. I havenât really felt them yet. Maybe a little here and there, but Iâm not really sure â I just know theyâre there. But youâll get those moments too, you know? Youâll bond with them, Eddie. Theyâre going to love you.â
âThank you, sweetheart,â he said softly, a little sadly, placing the baking trays into the oven and setting a timer for the allotted time.
âHey, Eddie?â
âYeah?â His head perked up, just as you flicked leftover flour at his shirt. âOh, so itâs going to be like that, huh?â
âLike what?â
Your tone was teasing, light as Eddie backed you up against the counter, his front against yours, him reaching over your shoulder to grab a handful of sugar from an opened container. Heart hammering at his proximity, you allowed yourself a brief moment to relish in the feeling of his form pressed solidly against yours as he sprinkled the dusty sugar over the crown of your head.
âThatâs rude, Edward.â
The man reached over your shoulder again and snatched chocolate morsels in his palm, popping one within his mouth. As your head leaned in, body still against the countertop, he took the hint and pressed two against your lips, grinning as your mouth parted just enough to slip them behind your teeth.
Like this, you could feel his breath against your lips. Could see the dark depths of his eyes, the little honeyed flecks that lay within. The dark swirl of his lashes, the arches of his cheeks, the little freckles you hadnât even noticed the night heâd worshiped your body over and over again, the curve of his bottom lip, the pillowy nature of the top one.
âIâm really happy you ââ
Eddieâs words were cut off by the doorbell ringing. Followed up by a swift knock against wood that had you shifting up and away from the counter. Eddieâs hands were there at your biceps to help steady you as your body swayed with the suddenness of your movement.
âThatâll be your friends,â you stated softly, dusting off the remnants of the sugar from your shoulders. âIntroduce me, will you? Little nervous here.â
He rubbed at the soft of your shoulder. âDonât stress about it. Theyâre gonna love you.â
ââ
Charmed.
All of his friends were charmed as soon as youâd walked in, holding a tray of various appetizers on a plate and settling them down on the coffee table, smiling prettily and laughing as one by one theyâd introduced themselves.
Commented on how beautiful you were, how they couldnât believe Eddie had ever had a chance, how you were glowing. And damn it, heâd never thought someone prettier than you looked at that moment. You had the room eating out of your palm in minutes, Jeff insisting you join in on the fun, nearly tugging you down onto the couch cushions beside him.
âCareful,â Gareth laughed, tossing a chip in his mouth, âEddieâs got eyes on the back of his head these days.â
Eddie glanced over his shoulder to shoot a glare Garethâs way. Noticed as Murphy slowly shifted on the couch as the night went on, as he leaned over and tapped you on the shoulder. Watched as your mouth softened a bit as he apologized, as the words he spoke rolled over the room. That heâd thought it was a terrible ploy when youâd called, that he didnât mean anything by it, that he could never forgive himself for what heâd done.
When Eddie had gotten home the night he found out he was to be a father, heâd nearly booked another flight back out to California to demand answers.
Instead, the phone call came late at night, Gareth nearly half asleep when he picked up and Eddie growled down the line that someone had to speak up and fast.
Apparently, Murphy had truly thought it was a joke. A prank. Someone trying to foist off a baby on Eddie, just conveniently on the back end of their band appearing in the news as rising stars to watch, to try and obtain some money or notoriety. Heâd been doing it out of âprotectionâ and to some degree he understood because of situations in the past and with other bands theyâd seen in the business, but on the other heâd been robbed of time.
Precious time that had hurt you in the end. For two months youâd lived with the hurt and sting of rejection â with the thought he had wanted you to do this alone. That this was your cross and yours alone to bear. He hated that. Resented it because it reminded him of his late motherâs face, of the sadness she bore when his father had finally walked out and left them high and dry.
Murphy had cried, because he hadnât known. Hadnât known it was the same girl from the party. The fucker had cried and Eddie wanted to hate him, wanted to yell, wanted to shout because of it all â but he couldnât. Because he pictured that little profile of a face on that black and white picture heâd tucked away in his coat jacket, he pictured your smiling face, closed his eyes and thought of that damn heartbeat and he knew he couldnât.
Wayne raised him better. Wayne. When everyone else had walked out on him, his uncle remained.
But then you had to go and crush his heart further by leaning over and folding your hand over his bandmates, before dragging him closer for a tight hug, forgiving him.
It was hard being friends with you, harder living with you, when you just continued to do things like that. Loved those around you deeply, openly, even though you kept him at a distance.
Kept what he represented at a distance.
And he understood. Understood that with him it was different, the stakes were higher, there were other parties involved. It never stopped the wishing, the wanting, the waiting and wondering though. The âwhat ifsâ that kept him up at night, when youâd long since shut your bedside lamp, shrouding your side of the hall in darkness. But he respected your desires to keep things friendly for the sake of the unborn child. Understood that if this was what you thought best, heâd put aside his own feelings for the betterment of yours.
So for now he watched as his friends crowded around you. As they welcomed you with open arms into the band, as Jeff mentioned you should come over and meet his wife, June, and have dinner over their place soon. As Gareth invited you (overriding the fact Eddie was still Dungeon Master) to their next planned night (he wanted to ask you anyway). As Murphy waited on you hand and foot, making sure you never had to get up for the duration of the movie you all ended up watching, there with snacks and water at the ready.
And later, as the guys left and you fell asleep with your head on the armrest of the couch, Eddie tried to squash down the ache that formed in his chest when he rubbed your shoulder and your eyes fluttered open, your mouth rounding into a yawn, before settling on his dark stare.
Tried to suppress the affection that bubbled up as he helped you to your feet with a hand around yours, the furrow of your brow as you tugged a pillow close to your chest, the soft shuffle of your slippers against the carpeted floor as you both walked down the hall to your bedrooms.
âGoodnight,â you muttered with a soft wave.
It was a punch to the gut, the way you smiled at him in the night, the lamplight spilling into the hall shrouding you in a golden halo.
âGoodnight, sweetheart.â He waved back and you turned in for the night, darkness shrouding your end of the hall.
He remained awake for hours.
ââ
A few days turned into another week.
You entered your nineteenth of pregnancy, tossed some clothes that no longer fit into a bin in your closet, and made room for newer things.
Life with Eddie became almost natural. An extension of what youâd known before with Robin. You came home every day to a cooked meal or takeout with him, shared about your days, watched movies and read books together, and slipped away at the end of the night. Every night.
He was easy to live with. Mostly cleaned up after himself (except for the hair heâd left to sit on the inside of the shower curtain some days and the numerous pots and pans he left out whenever cooking). But heâd been a perfectly wonderful roommate, and an even more caring friend.
You supposed part of that was the fact that, because you were growing his kid, he wanted to make sure you were both taken care of. Always asking if you needed snacks for the work day, if youâd drank enough water, gotten enough sleep.
Already concerned, and endearingly so.
A hum spilled from your lips. A familiar Madonna tune playing from the shoddy radio Eddie kept in the laundry room, connected to the garage. A laundry basket sat propped on one hip, as your hands reached down into the washing machine to pluck whites from within.
With a wrinkled brow, you held aloft one of Eddieâs white work tees. Now an interesting pink color, tinged like the numerous other shirts and socks strewn within. The further you dug, the more you found. A onesie for the baby, once white, now pink. One of your tank tops. The edges of some of your socks.
The culprit? A red pair of his boxers, tossed deep within the washing machine, the same color of rubies. A huffed breath spilled from you, laundry basket propped up on the drying machine before you slipped back down the hall from where you came and entered the living room.
He lay sprawled out on the couch, watching a movie, a pair of sweatpants hung low on his hips. His top half was covered in a black tee, and over that one of his red plaid shirts, which resembled that same pair of boxers youâd come to reprimand him about, caught up in the disarming sight that was always Eddie Munson.
That increasingly familiar head of dark hair shifted where his head lay propped against a couch cushion. Dark eyes framed by long lashes lifted to meet yours, the corners of his eyes wrinkling as he smiled up at you, holding aloft a bag of your favorite wavy potato chips.
He knew youâd been craving them and bought a few bags on the way home from work. Damn him for always knowing. A hand reached into the bag and pulled out a few, mouth watering around the salty goodness before you once again remembered why youâd come out of the laundry room to find him.
âEddie, dearest.â
âYes?â He lifted himself up at that, waving you over to settle down beside his hip on the couches. âWhy do you have that look in your eye?â
âI get a look in my eye?â
âYeah, itâs the âsheâs going to kill someoneâ look,â he explained, and it gave you pause, brow arching, âhey, hey. I can see that little wrinkle above your brow â donât be upset with me now, sweetheart. You donât do it often but Iâve seen it before. Like the other day when I used the last of the milk for my cereal.â
âYeah, because you used the last of it on your second bowl when I hadnât gotten any,â you said, brows furrowing higher on your forehead, âbut I wasnât really mad. I was just hungry â and I, well I â are you trying to say you think Iâm mean?â
âOh no. No no no,â he murmured, gathering your shoulders in his arms, tugging you into an embrace that you definitely didnât protest. As your face pushed into his chest, you sighed, eyes on the television ahead, that extremely hormonal sadness roiling in your gut. âI know that look too. I donât want you to be sad and cry over it. Iâm only joking. What did I do? Be mad at me instead. Just donât wanna see you cry; I hate that.â
âLeft a pair of red boxers in the washer when I was doing whites,â you grumbled into his warm skin. âAll our whites are now pink. Even the little baby clothes.â
He gasped, âNot the little baby clothes!â
âEdd-ie.â A whine spilled from you and he chuckled, the abruptness of his laugh jolting your head. A sniffle shook your form and Eddie hugged you tighter. âGosh, Iâm so backwards. Morning sickness? Supposed to be gone by now for most people, and I still have it. Crying at the drop of a hat in the first trimester? Try the second too. Whoever said this whole thing was beautiful hasnât met me.â
âHey now.â Eddie shifted you on his chest, finger tipping your chin up to look at the ridiculously goofy grin he had on. âDonât be mean to my friend, okay? I happen to think sheâs pretty fucking great. And sheâs beautiful. Plus sheâs making this whole growing a literal human thing look like a walk in the park.â
âYou mean it?â Your head wiggled up along his chest, rumpling the fabric of his shirt, stopping at his collarbone.
âThere are many things people have called me through the years, but I donât think liar is one of them,â he said, and the sincerity lacing his tone had you easing against his chest, watching the people move about on the television screen. âCome on now. Grab that blanket and watch the movie with me. We can always get new stuff, donât stress yourself out over my silly mistake. Iâll take care of it.â
Lifting long enough to grab the blanket in question, you reached over and draped it over both your thighs, head looming above where it had been against his collarbone. Eyes searched his face imploringly and he tucked you back down against him, exhaling deeply as you laid there, warmth seeping into his skin, the comforting weight of you against him welcomed there.
Friends cuddled, right? And you were great friends with Eddie Munson.
âWhat movie is this anyway?â you asked, reaching over for the VHS box settled near his opposite thigh. âStar Wars? Whatâs that?â
Eddie tensed. âAre you telling me youâve never seen these? Am I about to take your Star Wars virginity?â
A giggle bursted free from your lips, hand coming to rest over his sternum, rubbing idly. âIâm kidding.â
âI was going to say we needed to fix that and have a full marathon. My kid is getting fed Star Wars even before theyâre born.â
âWe could still have a marathon,â you suggested, nuzzling deeper into his skin, body relaxing further. âItâs raining, Iâm just doing laundry. Perfect day for it.â
He grinned to himself, ringed fingers coming to rest at the top of your head. âSounds good to me, sweetheart. Now shh, I hate talking during movies.â
âOh so heâs one of those. Filing that one away for later,â you teased, wincing as he flashed a glare your way.
But he smiled at you right after, and you didnât know what to do about the stutter in your pulse that followed shortly behind.
ââ
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Masterlist | Rules
Part two
Content: First Date Headcanons
Warning: None
Pairing(s): Character x Gn!reader
Character(s): Percy, Jason, Frank, Piper, Hazel
Percy Jackson
Would definitely take you to the movies for the first dateÂ
He would definitely be the type of person to sneak in snacks
He might be the hero of Olympus, but gods be damned, he would not pay over $5 for candy he can get for $2Â
Would choose the seats at the back of the theatre
Not for why you are thinking
It was the easiest way Percy would be able to see someone or something entering the theatre
Allows him to be able to focus on the movie, you, and the one exitÂ
It would be pretty noticeable he would be focused on leaving rather than the movie
He would try his best though
Do the classic yawn to put his arm over your shoulder
Would offer you candy just to feel the slightest brush of your hand
 And after the movie, he would do his best to make the date last longer
Oh youâre walking home, well he just so happens to be heading the same way
Is it because he wants to spend more time with you?
Yes
Does he also want to make sure you are safe?
Also yes
You will definitely be getting a sweet cheek kiss before you two part ways
Jason Grace
Jason would plan a mini golf dateÂ
Not the outdoors type of mini golf
But the indoor one where itâs neon colours and black lights
The date would be all fun
No keeping score, but mainly the two of you talking and seeing who took the most amount of shots to get the ball in
Compliments left and right
Even if you two are in a dark room
He is going to make sure you blushÂ
Frank Zhang
Bowling date
Itâs a chill way for the two of you to talk but still be engaged in a second activityÂ
Frank is the type of guy to use a five-pound ball as well
He might have the blessing of Mars, but he swears his aim is better with the smaller one
Frank would also be the type of guy to tie the laces of the bowling shoes for you
The type to put nicknames into the computer that everyone else can see
The type to ask the attendants to put up the gutters as well
He would put your name first so that he could sniff out your skills
The game would be in all fun
He will win though
It doesnât matter how good you areÂ
Frank will be leaving the winner
Afterwards, the two of you would go for ice cream
It doesnât matter that he is lactose intolerantÂ
He loves ice cream
Piper McleanÂ
Let's be clear: a date with Piper is going to be a wild time
Whatever you had planned for the date goes out the window halfway through the date
But also she would bring you flowers or some type of other gift
Doesnât matter what you identify as
She is bringing your favourite flowersÂ
You better take care of them
Back to the date
In the end, I think the date would end up turning into a walkÂ
Arm in arm
Or hand in hand
The two of you are not going to be at more of an arm's length from one another
There would be stories told, and jokes made
You will be leaving with an inside joke for sure
She would also compliment you to no end
Did something slightly different with your hair
She notices and makes sure you know she noticesÂ
Hazel Levesque
Hazel is the type to plan a picnic
Like she goes all out
Picks the best place in New Rome where you are able to see the city and the nature
Takes you there at dusk so you guys can watch the sunset
She might be from the past but she knows how to charm someoneÂ
But seriously, she would go all out on the food
Make sure to use past conversations to bring your favourite foods and drinks
You like an obscure sweet from where you are from
Arion and her just so happened to come across it while out
And the setup
 The red checkered blanket is already laid out for the two of you
The two of you would definitely spend the time talking
About yourself
About your time in New Rome
About her time with the seven
There is never a dull momentÂ
Also, I think she could bring fun activities for the two of you
Will def be swapping paintings every five minute
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Date Night -
Chris Sturniolo x Fem!Reader
Angst, ends in Fluff
Warnings: Swearing, fatphobia?, arguing, yelling, crying, kissing, anger?, another girlâŚbi-reader
Summary: Chris was never the type to be ready for a âfirst dateâ but when y/n asks him out, he canât help but feel anxious about saying yes.
Chris was seated on his cream couch in the living room of the boys home when y/n decides to text him.
Y/N
Hey Chris wyd
Nothing much just watching Tv chilling thinking ab running some games of fortâŚwassup
Oh nothing, I just saw the new Wednesday video you just released.. I was thinking itâd be funny for you to let me take your âfirst date virginityâ..
lmaoo thatâd be weird tho right? I mean you are one of my closest friends idk if we should hang out that intimately..
I mean itâd only be weird if we make it..I feel like this would be just a chill day and maybe I could give you some pointers on how you should treat a girl on your true first dateâŚ
I mean thatâs true.. I guess it wouldnât hurt..
Chris POV
Texting y/n about this date idea she has, has really struck some anxiety in me.. You see I like y/n a lot but I've been speaking to this new girl named Sade, she's gorgeous and sweet.. she sings, gets along with all my friends and don't get me wrong y/n does most of those things too.. but I've been waiting around so long for her to realize how I've felt about her.. she's had two boyfriends, one or two talking stages, and one girlfriend.. all in the four year span of us knowing eachother, two of which I was completely in love with her..
I was thinking of bringing Sade to half of our date around the ending just to make it clear to y/n that she knows this is exactly what is planned to be, I can't keep waiting around for her to come around to me, my life has to keep moving. I was never the one to out and tell her how I've felt but Nick and Matt tell me that they've both informed her of my feelings years ago...
As I get ready I make sure to text Sade asking her to join us later in the night to hang out.. however I'm not sure where we'll be hanging at so ill wait to give her to major details..
Heading out I call Laura to ask her to send a driver for the day because even though this isn't the real date I still want it to go how I planned it in my head...
Once the driver arrives I spray two squirts of cologne on my wrist and dab then against my neck heading out in my Betty boop Vintage Hollywood Tee, my black distressed jeans, and white air forces getting in the car and heading out on the way to y/nâs house
Your POV
As Iâm getting ready to go applying lipgloss and my forces I receive a message from Chris saying Heâs on his way.. which confused me a little because i swore that man couldnât drive and that iâd have to pick him up from his house.. regardless i tie my shoes up and head out down the stairs..
For today i planned to head out to a Top Golf and after have some ice cream then later in the night stop at a park and just walk and talk and finally tell Chris my feelings for him.. Yea itâs been a while Iâve been feeling this way for Chris, maybe a month or two.. and remembering back in maybe 2021 when Nick told me Chris was âin love with meâ and i was with Braden, I have no doubt this will go my way..
Chris texts me that heâs outside, i hop up from the couch and run out the door.
âheyâ i say sliding in the seat next to him in the all black escalade with blacked out windows âoh heyâ he smiles. âchauffeurâ i nod insinuating the driver âyea, you know youâre specialâ he smirks smugly. ��yea rightâ i roll my eyes laughing. âwe are we goingâ he notices weâre still sitting in my drive way.. âoh 3756 cherry streetâ i tell the driver the address to top golf.. Chris automatically notices the address âTop Golf?!â he shouts excitedly âhaha yeah! is that a good idea?â i ask hoping he likes the idea. âgive me aux.â i say âask the driverâ he replies.. I get the aux from the driver and play a couple songs..
Once we arrive we walk in play a couple games until we tire eachother out. Sitting down to grab something to eat we start chatting.
âYo! let me ask you a couple questions and see if you can answer them good enough.â i ask he looks at me weirdly âok.. but i wanna let you know to help me if i answer then badly.. i have a date lined up after this practiceâ he laughed.. Me not know if heâs sure or not i begin to ask the questions âif you were friends with a girl and you had a girlfriend then the friend/girl posts pics in a bikini, would you like them?â i ask look at him suspiciously.. âWell it depen-â he starts âANNNNTTTâ i say making the sound of a buzzer to signify he got the answer wrong.. âwhat do you mean?? i barely got to answerâ he argues. âyou shouldnât like it regardless!!â i argue.. âwell, thatâs just crazy but i understand..â he nods in approval. âok next one.â just as i start to ask he states â oh by the way, Sade is gonna join us later.. where should i tell her to join us at?â he asks looking down at his phone as if he was reading a text message âoh what do you mean i thought i was teaching you some stuff today..?â i ask confused.. âi mean yeah but by the end of the night i kinda wanted to see if the things you taught me worked.. ya know like see if my jitters go away a littleâ he says nonchalantly.. i just look down, âohâ i say.. âhey how about we just head out to grab ice cream and then she could just join us at the park laterâ i ask.. âok bet, ill let her know our plansâ he nods.
Hearing Chris even mention another girl made my stomach feel as queasy as it would after eating a whole chipotle burrito in one sitting.. So we head out.. Getting in the car i see Chris Texting on his phone again.. assuming itâs Sade i grab his phone putting it behind my back âcome on vibe with me itâs fucking skiesâ i shout over the bass. âcome on just give me my phone back y/nâ he stares blankly.. âno youâre stuck in itâ i speak. âjust give me my shit come onâ he raises his voice a little. âna na na boo boo you canât get itâ i joke. âDUDE STOP PLAYING ALL THE TIME JUST GIVE ME MY SHITâ Chris shouts startling me.. i just hand him the phone and turn to look out the window..
It was so obvious i had an attitude but Iâm sure Chris wouldnât tell over the messages between him and Sade he was smiling at.. It hurt me how he was just so fine with being this way towards me when iâve never once in my life raised my voice at him yet alone completely screamed in his face⌠however i assume thatâs how someone you like a lot can make you feel..
Once we arrive at the Ice cream parlor I get a cone with cookies and cream in which Chris gets the same but in a cup with extra cookies, i look at him smiling âtwinsâ i joke.. he just nods smiling before pulling his phone out his pocket âhey! is it cool if Sade joins us now? sheâs around the corner at the Thrift shop and itâd just make senseâ he asks.. clearly annoyed i say âsure, i mean that wasnât the plan at all but what the fuck everâ i speak rolling my eyes.. âwhatâs is your problem..?â he asks offended by my response.. âlike youâve been acting weird since we left Top Golf and itâs annoying, if youâre just gone be an asshole you can just go home cause youâre definitely killing my moodâ he adds.. âChris what the fuck are you on about? Iâve been nothing but sweet while you just sit on your phone the whole day, the last conversation we had was at Top Golf dude since then youâve just been on your phone..thatâs whatâs annoyingâ i respond.. âwhatever iâm just trying to respond fast enough is that not what girls like?â he raises his voice âSure Chris but am i not a girl sitting in fucking front of you??â i shout back.. he just rolls his eyes
Sade then walks up.. sheâs very pretty, Brunette hair, tattoos, brown eyes.. sheâs honestly everything like me which is odd.. because Chris makes it seem like iâm nothing his type and just one of the âbrosâ..
As the Night goes on they continue chatting and iâm just there as a third wheel.. the only time me and Chris are alone is when Sade gets in her car to drive to the park because we still have the driver in the escalade, âhey Chris, iâm just gone gonna go home, iâm not really enjoying myself anymoreâ i speak.. he looks at me then back to his phone, then back at me âhey look.. iâm not gonna lie, i treated you like shit today and..Iâm sorry, but i really need you for this part.. seriously, iâm gonna ask Sade to be my girlfriend and iâm not sure i can do this without youâ he looks up at me with pleadful eyes.. âhuuuugh fineâ you sigh out knowing helping him with this is gonna tear you apartâŚ
Once arriving at the park you, Chris, and Sade walk around the park chatting for a while until you get bored of their constant flirting and decide to lag behind the two.. Hearing a fly near your ear you swat it away only to realize itâs a moth totally terrified you start to jump around stepping on the back of Sadeâs shoe to which she speak âOuch! What the fuck is your problem! that fucking hurt assholeâ she yells at you.. which catches chris off guard âwoah calm down im sure it was a mistake, there was a bug or somethingâ He speaks. âgirl i didnât do it on purpose, calm the hell downâ i say back. âyeah sure you didnât, you almost broke my fucking ankle fat assâ she yells! âwoah what the fuck chill out Sadeâ Chris yells. âIn what world would you ever think thatâs funny or whatever the fuck you thought saying that dumb shitâ Chris spoke annoyed.. I just walked away knowing if i were to stay there Iâd be in a fight..
Once i get a block or two away i hear my name being shouted ây/n! y/n!â i looke back and itâs Chris. Annoyed i continue walkingâŚ. âY/n come on!â Chris yells getting closer.. i slowly stopâŚ
âChris what the hell do you want? you and that girl have been nothing but rude to me all day⌠iâm sure youâve even been laughing at her little jokes sheâs had to say about meâ i speak⌠âwhat? no! i told her to go home.. i didnât even know she acted that way..i wouldnât in a million years have even thought about being with her if i knew she spoke like that about you or any of my friends for that matterâ He adds.. âChris can you just let me go home.. i came out today hoping to end up telling you how i feel thinking youâd feel the same but hearing youâve developed these feelings for someone else has done nothing but broke me over the last couple of hoursâ I start to tear up.. âWhat? what are you talking about?â he asks, âChris, i like you.. like a lot, maybe even love you.. and thinking about our past and how weâre practically the same person, enjoy the same things, same music, same games, same fashion sense, etc. i thought youâd feel the same.. shit apparently even Nick and Matt thought the same thing but they were wrong. Iâm fine if you donât feel the same way but all i ask for is time apart from you, we spend almost every other day together and i canât take doing that with you knowing you feel the way i feel for you, for another women.â i confess⌠âwait y/n, i never knew you felt this wayâŚiâve been in love with you for 3 years nowâ he drops to his knees in a sort of begging way âyou crying because you think i donât feel the same would have to be one of the most crazy things ive seen all weekâ he adds⌠âall ive ever wanted to do was be with you, youâre my rock, my entire world, being without you for more than a week would cause me too much pain to even live withâ he confessed⌠i just smile looking down at him awkwardly. Pulling him up from the ground i ask âso where do we go from here?â looking into his blue orbs.. âi mean we can try again on that dateâ he smiled hating to have just said that in such a corny way.. â haha i'd like that. but youâve gotta promise that theyâll be no extra girls.â i reply.. âi promiseâ he obliged.. looking down at me in the middle of the sidewalk..
I kiss him.. and it feel like the most soul shocking thing iâve ever experienced⌠considering ive never been in love before after dating 3 men.. i can guarantee that this is what love feels like.. we both pull away and he looks down shyly âthat was so cornyâ he jokes âhaha kissing under the moonlight, headahhâ i joke back. We both cry laughing as we walk back to the Car⌠Where surprisingly the driver is still sittingâŚ
The end :)
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