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gallavichsreddie1128 · 11 days ago

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Mine (Rafe Cameron)

Description: Kie invites Rafe to her cabin for the week and Y/N and him take interest in each other.

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 2,039

Author’s Note: This one gets a little weird

Y/N laughed as Kie told her a joke, something about JJ and how bad in bed he was when they were together. Kie was never one to be nice about any of her exes saying that they were exes for a reason. “Sarah would die if she knew that I invited him.” Kie laughed and Y/N looked at her. “Who?” She asked and Kie rolled her eyes and pointed. Y/N’s eyes followed her finger to a guy that she has seen many times, Sarah’s brother Rafe.

He looked different from the last time that she saw him, he no longer had a buzz cut. His hair was back and he looked like he did when they were in their first year of college. “Wow.” She muttered under her breath and Kie laughed, “Told ya.” She was barely listening to Kie talk so whatever she had told her she missed and would definitely miss everything now.

Rafe saw the two of them and came over, “Hey long time no see.” He said as he hugged Kie. It was weird, when they were growing up she hated him and now had her arms around him. Y/N cleared her throat and Rafe looked at her, “Hey Y/N.” She nodded at him with a smile. “Wanna beer?” Kie asked him, holding one up.

“So you and Pope..” He trailed off and Y/N rolled her eyes. “Yeah, that was bound to fail.” She said and he laughed. “Everyone on that side loved you guys together.” He told her and she nodded. She remembered that and how everyone thought they would get married. She did not see it like that after a while. He was in love with Cleo for crying out loud and nearly cheated on her. “He wasn’t in love with me.” She said and down her drink. Rafe stared at her as she said this.

He wasn’t the only one who changed, “He’s an idiot.” He said. “You’ve always thought that.” She said and he shrugged, some things didn’t change. They sat there and talked for hours even after Kie fell asleep, it was about 2 am when Y/N yawned. “Well I should get to bed.” She told him and stood up. She was drunk by now but not enough to stumble. “Good talking to ya.” He said as she walked away to her room. Rafe’s eyes followed her.

She got in her room and decided that she needed a shower as she reeked of alcohol. She stripped in her room and grabbed new clothes and a towel before going into the bathroom that was connected to her room. Thank God Kie was rich. She turned the shower on and sighed feeling a big headache come on. As she got in the shower and let the water hit her she couldn’t help but think about Rafe.

He looked so good now and seemed to be a different person. If she wasn’t drunk she would have definitely touched herself in here to the thought of him. What brought her out of her thoughts was a noise in her room. She turned off the shower and stepped out, grabbing her towel. She wrapped it around her body and creeped to the door. She pressed her ear against the door to hear anything but heard nothing.

She opened the door and walked out to see nothing. She looked around and figured that she was imagining things until she saw her panties on the ground. The ones she just had on that she swore she threw in the pile of clothes. They laid out on the floor away from the rest of her clothes. She picked them up to inspect them and heard a knock on her door. She dropped the panties in the pile of clothes and opened the door. There stood Rafe, shirtless.

Before she could say anything his lips were on hers and her eyes widened. He backed her into the room and to her bed as they made out. She fell onto the bed and broke the kiss, looking up at him with wide eyes. He smirked down at her and crawled on top of her, kissing her again. His hand went up her leg and under the towel causing her to moan. He broke the kiss and started kissing her neck, his hand now on her pussy.

She was so confused and turned on but she wouldn’t stop him. She closed her eyes and sighed as he began rubbing her clit and when she opened her eyes he wasn’t there. She gasped and sat up looking around. She was still in her towel and the bed was soaked from the water. She looked around and noticed that her panties weren’t in the pile of clothing anymore nor anywhere in the room.

She imagined all of that? She noticed that it was day time and she must have been asleep but she doesn’t remember going to sleep. She got up and removed her towel, grabbing new clothes for the day. When she left her room she noticed that Rafe and Kie were in the kitchen making breakfast. “Morning sleepyhead.” Kie said. Rafe looked up at her from cutting something up.

She sat down at the kitchen table and watched him as he cut up fruit. His muscles, dear God she thought. She couldn’t stop staring at him and looked at him like he was the most perfect man to exist. What she wasn’t aware of was that Rafe noticed the way that she was staring and had a smirk on his face. “Here ya go.” Kie interrupted her thoughts as she set the plate in front of her with pancakes. “Your favorite.” She winked at her friend and Y/N thanked her. She looked back at Rafe who was now done cutting up fruits and now washing his hands.

Kie had gone to bed an hour ago and Rafe and Y/N were left up to talk. Laughs were shared between the two as they both drank. They’ve been here for 4 days now and tensions were high between them. Shared looks and stares of lust yet neither have done anything about it. “So any lucky girl has the heart of the kook king himself?” She asked him as she was sat on the counter, him basically between her legs. He laughed at her question and sighed, “I hate that word.” He was talking about Kook.

It was a label that now he deemed weird and useless but would praise it back then. “Well that’s what you were.” She said and he jokingly glared at her. “I’m single but you can say someone has my eye.” He whispered as his fingers traced her thigh. She looked down at his hand watching him trace patterns on her thigh. He had nice and sexy hands and she couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to have them inside of her.

He looked up at her and noticed her staring at his hands. “You seem to like my hands.” He stated and she let out a breath she wasn’t aware she was holding. “I saw you staring at them the other day while I was cutting up fruit.” She felt a little embarrassed being called out but he wasn’t wrong. “You looked so turned on while I was chopping up apples, I started to think maybe it wasn’t just my hands.” He grabbed the knife that was left on the counter next to her.

He gave her a dark look that should have scared her but it didn’t. She watched as he grabbed the knife and stared at it. She gulped, not knowing what he planned on doing with it, “W-What-” “Take off your panties.” He told her and she just looked at him. “Take them off.” He demanded and she did. He took them from her and put them in his back pocket. His large hand moved from her thigh to her throat, her eyes widened as she felt some pressure, “You are one naughty girl, Y/N.” He chuckled as he added more pressure to her throat, in defense her hands went up to grab at his as she gasped for breath.

He chuckled as she tried to remove his hand from her throat but he wouldn’t kill her. His other hand moved to her cunt and gasped when he found that she was soaked. “Me choking you, is that hot?” He asked, teasing her with his fingers making her moan. She couldn’t respond and he eventually let her throat go. She tried gasping for breath but he was toying with her pussy. He leaned in and kissed her, his lips felt so soft and perfect against her that she almost forgot what had just happened.

Her arms wrapped around him pulling him closer as they continued to kiss. Rafe smirked into the kiss as his hand that wasn’t playing with her went to grab the knife again. He pulled away from the kiss leaving her lips chasing his with a moan. Then he stopped rubbing her pussy and pulled away. She looked at him as he played with the knife, there was something about him holding it that really got her going. “I wanna show you something.” He told her as he pushed her to lay back on the counter, she did but she was nervous.

What was he planning to do and why did she trust him? He took the knife and turned it around so that he was holding the blade, he felt her tense up when the handle of the knife touched her. Her eyes widened as she figured out what was going on. He was going to fuck her with the knife. Her breathing picked up a lot and she stared at the ceiling, her nerves were through the roof by now but she was so wet that she couldn’t deny liking the idea no matter how sick it was.

He pushed the knife handle inside of her and she gasped loudly. He chuckled as he watched the handle enter her and her pussy take it like a champ. Her hands gripped the counter as she was now full with the knife handle. Rafe didn’t waste much time as he began thrusting it inside of her. She covered her mouth as she let out a loud pathetic moan, her eyes rolling back. Rafe was enjoying this and chuckled as he faced her pussy that was leaking.

The handle was soaked and she smelled so good. He wanted to tell her to not hide those beautiful noises but Kie was asleep and the last thing he needed was for her to see this since he was fucking her as well. “Rafe.” She whined, not caring about the noise anymore. This felt way too good for what it was. He pumped the knife inside of her faster and faster until she was trying not to scream. His hand was placed on her thigh as he tried to keep her legs open.

Her orgasm was approaching and she was sure she would pass out. “Cum for me, Y/N.” He told her and she whined as she let the orgasm take over her body. Her eyes rolled back and her jaw dropped, she couldn’t make any noise as it felt like her body had stopped working as the most intense feeling she’s ever felt flooded her body. Rafe moved the handle at a slower place letting her ride out her orgasm. He pulled the handle out of her and saw how wet she made it.

She sat up and saw the knife and gasped. Her face was red and she wanted the floor to swallow her whole as she stared at the handle. It was covered in her cum and she came a lot. Rafe saw the look on her face and chuckled, “No need to be embarrassed. That was hot.” He told her and set the knife down, he pulled her into a kiss. Kie watched as the two kissed, glaring at her friend that seemed to be messing around with him as well. She couldn’t believe that he was having sex with them both and what was to come from it.

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princessmaybank · 1 year ago

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can u do some lesbian ones? like w sarah or kie?

OUTER BANKS P!LINKS PT13

~You know the drill by now. These ones are specifically lesbian p!links with Sarah and Kie. I tried my best! Yep they look nothing like them.~

WARNING: 18+, MDNI, THESE ARE PORN LINKS

Sarah:

Eating Out

Playing With Her

Drunken Fun

Doubled Sided

Special Chair

Teasing

School Girl Fantasy

Kie:

Take It Slow

Outside

In the Kitchen

Yoga

Rub Em Together

Fingering

Humping Her Tongue

Bonus:

All + A Few Friends

Fun With Friends

Cleo Eating

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cakesunflower · 3 months ago

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lovelorn (and nobody knows) [rafe cameron au fic] chapter 20

Summary: Isla Carrera had planned for the summer before college to be focused on three things: helping out at her family’s restaurant (the helpful daughter), preparing for college (the good student), and having fun with the Pogues (the loyal friend). But one fateful night, where her car breaks down and her rescuer is none other than Rafe Cameron, seems to send her summer down a path she didn’t see coming–one teeming with a secret, illicit romance with the last person she expected. And if her friends and sister found out, Isla isn’t sure they’ll be so understanding, no matter what her feelings are.

A/N: omg i'm sorry i know i said i'd post on monday but work is busy and i'm getting ready for a month long trip so i didn't have time to write and post but yeee here we are

When Rafe opens the front door to see his teary eyed girlfriend, he’s hit with a torrent of emotions. Worry and anger battle, but the first thing he does is wrap an arm around Isla’s waist and pull her in for a hug. He knew it; he had an awful feeling that shit might hit the fan between Isla and her sister by the end of their shift, and the sight of Isla’s red rimmed eyes and pink nose proves him right.

Rafe holds her close, her head against his chest and his free hand at the back of her head. “Are you okay?” he asks, the first and only important question to ask. He holds her close, inhaling her familiar and sweet lavender scent as he feels her arms wind around his waist, sliding under his unzipped hoodie. When he hears her sniffle, Rafe’s grip on her tightens, his jaw clenching in time with his chest. Rafe presses his lips to her temple and when he feels her shudder slightly, his pulse quickens. “Baby, please, talk to me.”

“I’m fucking tired,” she mumbles against him. “Can we—” Isla takes a breath and pulls back a bit, her arms still around him as she looks up. There’s a heaviness in Rafe’s chest when he sees the glassiness of her eyes as she sniffles, the hurt in her eyes that twists his stomach to the point of nausea. Alarm bells ring in Rafe’s head, demanding that he takes care of this—of her. To put an end to what and who is hurting her to the point of making her cry more than once. “Can we get in bed first? Please?”

The way her eyes are begging him, Rafe has no choice but to agree. “Let’s go,” he murmurs, pulling her further into the house and locking the door behind her. Sarah’s not home, and neither are his parents, while Wheezie is up in her room. So Rafe takes Isla’s hand in his and leads her up the stairs to his room, shutting the door behind them. “Let me get you some clothes.”

Opening the dresser drawers, he grabs a worn shirt and shorts, and Isla quietly takes them and heads to the bathroom. Rafe sits on the edge of the bed as she uses the bathroom and changes, running his fingers through his hair as nervousness and worry makes his heart pump. He almost prefers the anger to these feelings though, overall, he just wants to make her feel better.

Rafe presses his teeth together, recalling the dirty scowls Kiara had been sending his way when he had gone to The Wreck for lunch. Frankly, Rafe doesn’t care about it; it would be nice if his girlfriend’s sister and friends accepted him, but at the end of the day, he only wants it so things are easier for Isla, so that she isn’t stressed out about worrying over her sister’s and friends’ feelings.

He knows it’s only been a day since they all found out, that it would likely take them time to accept this relationship, but he wishes they would hurry the fuck up. He wishes they would stop making Isla cry before he does something he might end up regretting—solely because it might upset Isla.

In an ideal world, they all would get along; or, at the very least, Rafe and Isla’s friends would be able to tolerate each other because all that mattered was Isla’s happiness. Why is it so hard for her own friends to see that?

Rafe hears the bathroom door open and shut, looking over his shoulder to see Isla wearing his shirt, which hangs like a dress off of her, hiding the shorts she wears underneath as she places her folded clothes on his desk chair. There’s a dryness in Rafe’s throat as he sees the soft features of her crestfallen expression, full lips downturned and gaze lowered as she crawls onto the bed. Rafe gets up and walks over to the otherside, watching as Isla slides under the covers and he lifts the comforter on his side to get in as well.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna eat something?” he asks, voice gentle as though she’s a fawn he doesn’t want to frighten away.

He watches as Isla turns to her side, facing him, hugging the blanket as she lifts her gaze to look up at him where he sits with his back against the pillows. She looks so small, nibbling on her bottom lip as she shakes her head. “No, I’m not hungry,” she murmurs, the corner of her mouth lifting in a brief half smile.

Rafe nods, not wanting to push her. He turns to sit sideways, facing her, and reaches out to push tendrils of her hair away from her face. He sees the hurt swimming in her eyes and it makes his jaw clench. “You wanna talk about it?”

Isla sniffs, her gaze lifting to meet his. She’s quiet for a moment and Rafe waits patiently—anxiously—and she lets out a breath. “She called me desperate.” The air stills in Rafe’s lungs at the sound of Isla’s slightly hoarse voice, the words she just spoke. “Kiara. They all think I’m making a mistake, that they know you better than I do. They think you’re using me, that I’m just falling for an act you’re putting up. They kept bringing up the past, and I reminded them they’re not all innocent in it, either, and that people can change.” Her gaze remains fixed on his while Rafe feels his chest growing tighter and tighter. “They have no idea what they’re talking about. They’re just. . . Too angry right now to actually hear what I’m saying. It’s all so fucked—” She lets out a dry laugh and he sees a tear leak out of the corner of her eye, falling onto the pillow beneath her. “And talking to them right now is pointless. Not when they’re too stubborn to acknowledge they might be wrong, or that they’re being assholes.”

Rafe’s head spins, processing Isla’s words. Her sister called her desperate? He hates that Isla has faced them by herself, without him by her side to be the pillar of support he wants to be for her. A part of him—a stupid, naíve part of him—had hoped that this wouldn’t be too big of a deal for Isla’s friends, and he knew it before and knows it now how ridiculous that hope was, even if it wasn’t hope for him but for his girl. The pang vibrates pain through chest when he sees the sadness that has settled on her features; he saw it yesterday, and seeing it again today makes him even more desperate to make this right. Even if he’s clueless as to how.

He’s not sure how talking to any of them will go—especially considering how pissed he is with how they have been treating Isla, he may end up saying or doing something he’d regret. The idea of having to prove himself to Isla’s friends irks him, but not more than how much he likes her and wants to be with her. He’ll do anything to prove to her friends that he adores her and wants this relationship to work. But whether they believe him or not is up in the air.

“They’re not being fair to you,” Rafe finds himself saying, his eyebrows furrowing together. “I doubt anything I say will hold any weight with them, but I can try—”

“I know you want to help,” Isla cuts in, sitting up and making the blanket fall around her lap as she faces him, the light of the lamp glinting against her nose ring. “But I told you, they’re too stubborn right now, and angry about it all. It’s all too fresh right now, you know? I doubt talking to them is going to help, whether it’s me or you. And I’m—” She lets out a sigh, her shoulders slumping as she looks at him a bit guiltily. “I’m half afraid if you talk to them, it might not end well for anyone. I don’t want them attacking you or you saying something that might, like, trigger them.”

He scoffs slightly, though he begrudgingly agrees with her. Whether it’s her friends or him, someone out of any of them could say anything that could make things worse for Isla, and Rafe would much rather not contribute to that. She knows her friends, so he trusts her in what to do, but. . .

“I just feel helpless, you know?” he admits, reaching out and absently playing with her name necklace, noting the way her expression softens. “I want to make this better for you. I hate that you’re hurting and I. . . I hate that it’s because of our relationship.”

“I don’t blame our relationship,” Isla says with a shake of her head, frowning as her gaze searches his. “And I hope you don’t, either. It’s because I hurt my friends—”

“By being with me,” Rafe counters with an arch of his eyebrow, even if his brain is yelling at him to shut up. Is he trying to give her a reason to leave him? To make her realize things with her friends and sister will go back to normal if she left him? What the fuck?

“But they’re hurting me too by not listening to me,” Isla returns firmly, unwavering. “Rafe—” She sighs, taking his hand that was playing with her necklace in both of hers, holding their joined hands to her chest. He can faintly feel her heart thumping under his hand, her touch warm and soft. “I told you, this is all still new for them. It’s a reality they didn’t see coming and I really think they just need some time to accept it. I mean—” Isla exhales heavily. “It’d be great if they stopped being jerks, but I still want to just give them time, you know? And I hope during that time, they’ll see how happy you make me and realize they were wrong.”

A small, hopeful smile appears on her face as she says those words, and even as Rafe admires the sight of it and the dimples that make an appearance, he sees the hurt that still lingers in her gaze; a sadness that has been there since yesterday. “Just gotta wade through all of the shit.”

“Are you sure?” he asks, his throat working in worry. “I hate that you’re having to deal with this.”

“It’s not your fault,” Isla assures him in a softened tone that makes his heart ache. Her smile returns, dimples and all, as she raises their joined hands and presses a kiss to his knuckles. His skin sears where her lips touch it. “I know I’ve been crying like a baby—” She cracks a smile when he shoots her a disapproving look because he doesn’t fault her at all for crying “But I do think it’ll work out in the end. Just gotta—”

“Wade through all of the shit?” Rafe repeats, mirth dancing in his eyes and a downturned smile on his lips. He doesn’t like it, this struggle she’s having with her friends, but the least he can do is be here for her. “Alright, you got it.”

Isla smiles before nodding towards the pillows. “Bed time?”

He returns the smile, dipping his chin in a nod. Whatever she needs. “Bed time.”

*****

Opening his eyes when he wakes in the morning, Rafe is in no hurry to get out of bed. He’s got a whole morning routine to work out, take a shower, have breakfast before heading off to work, but this morning he’s ready to postpone all of it in preference to remaining in bed next to his sleeping girlfriend.

He lays on his right side, watching Isla, who lays on her left side. Her body rises and falls gently with the steady breaths she takes, tendrils of dark wavy hair resting against the curve of her cheek as she sleeps. Face bare of any makeup, Rafe admires the light smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose, more prominent now that it’s the summer time and she spends a lot of time out in the sun. Those full lips are barely parted, her dark hair splayed against the pillow. Beautiful, as always. To the point where just looking at Isla summons a sweet ache in Rafe’s chest.

Lucky. He’s so damn lucky to have her. . . And he hates that it’s causing her pain because of her friends. His own friends have been giving him shit for dating her, but they’ve shut up quickly after Rafe made it clear he wasn’t going to put up with any of that shit—and he was not going to let it slide if any of them made Isla feel uncomfortable in any sort of way. She’s already getting enough of that from her friends, it won’t be happening from his side, too.

Rafe lets out a sigh before leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss to the crown of Isla’s head, reveling in her lavender scent, before he carefully gets out of bed, not wanting to disturb her. Running his fingers through his hair, he quickly uses the bathroom before exiting his bedroom. The house is quiet, which means his family is either still asleep or not at home and has already started the day.

As Rafe walks down the stairs, he looks out the window and notes his dad’s car isn’t in the driveway. Walking to the kitchen, he pulls out his phone and texts his old man.

To: Dad

I don’t have any meetings today, but do you need me for anything important?

Rafe begins pulling out ingredients to make breakfast when his dad responds.

From: Dad

No, nothing I can’t handle. Why? Playing hooky?

To: Dad

I wanted to spend the day with Isla. She’s going through a hard time.

From: Dad

Of course, kiddo. Take care of your girl.

Rafe smiles briefly at his dad’s message before putting his phone on the counter and getting to work, grateful to be a part of the family business so he doesn’t have to answer to anyone other than his dad. Until Rafe takes over, but that won’t be for another couple of years. He’s perfectly fine in putting off that weight of responsibility.

So now, he works on cooking breakfast, relieved that they have all of the ingredients for him to make some omelets. Pulling out some tomatoes, onions, and green peppers, Rafe begins to chop them up. The coffee is brewing and he’s got slices of bread in the toaster, ready to toast, as he pours the cheesy and vegetable omelet mixture onto the pan. The aroma hits him as it cooks, the sizzle of the eggs distracting him from the sound of footsteps entering the kitchen.

“That smells delicious,” Isla muses from behind him, bringing a smile to Rafe’s face when he feels her arms slide around his waist as she comes to stand at his side. His free arm hooks around her shoulders, his other hand holding the spatula, and Rafe presses a kiss to the top of her head, her dark hair in waves down her shoulders. “How’d you sleep?”

“Good,” Isla answers softly, her voice still sleepy as she cuddles into him. Rafe smiles, holding her close as he cooks their breakfast. “Your bed is stupidly comfortable.”

Rafe chortles quietly as he flips an omelet. “You can stay here whenever you want, baby,” he murmurs, meaning every word as he feels Isla relax against him. He hates seeing her upset, feels an intense combination of anger and concern whenever he sees the tears in her eyes. It goes against his nature to not confront Isla’s friends and sister for how they’ve made her feel. They made her cry and he’s supposed to just sit back and let it happen?

He knows Isla said he shouldn’t interfere out of fear that it could make things worse and he respects it because those are her friends. It’s already complicated, and he doesn’t want to fuck things up more. Keeping his mouth shut, though, is difficult because all he wants to do is take care of Isla, in every way possible. If he can’t tell her friends to lay the fuck off, the least he can do is just be here for her. And being right next to her is his favorite place to be.

“Want some help?” Isla asks, her gaze looking around, and Rafe can tell she wants to do something to keep herself occupied.

“Yeah. You wanna get our coffee?” he asks, nodding towards the Keurig.

Isla hums in affirmation. He feels her rise up on her toes, though, before her lips press to his cheek, and Rafe smiles at the sweet kiss as she moves to make their coffee. “When are you going to work?” she asks.

“I’m not,” Rafe answers. When she throws him a quizzical—yet hopeful—look, he chuckles. “Took the day off because I wanted to spend it with you.” When Isla’s lips part in surprise, Rafe pauses before sucking a breath through his teeth, realizing he may have gotten ahead of himself. “But I should’ve checked if you had plans today already.”

She lets out a laugh, the sound lightening his chest as she gives a shake of her head. “No other plans,” she says, the Keurig now on as she walks back over to him. “You have something in mind?”

Rafe plates one of the omelets and pushes down the lever of the toaster. “How ’bout a beach day?” he asks, nodding towards the window that shows clear blue skies. “It’s the perfect beach day, I think.”

Isla’s gaze flicks towards the window before a smile grows on her face. Dimples and all. Rafe’s heart pounds. “Yeah, that sounds fun,” she agrees with a gentle nod. “I’m gonna need to head home to grab my bathing suit and—you mind if I surf?”

Rafe snorts out a laugh as he plates the second omelet. “Why would I mind?” Shooting her a smirk, he adds, “You’re not getting me on a board, though.”

She mirrors his smirk, shrugging a shoulder. “We’ll see.”

When breakfast is ready, Rafe sets the small round table by the glass wall looking into the backyard. Isla laughs when, after she sits, Rafe grips the bottom of her chair and drags her towards him so she’s as close as she can be. The morning sunlight bathes into the room as Isla pulls her hair up in a bun, a few wavy tendrils escaping and framing her heart shaped face. She’s glowing, even if her eyes are a little red rimmed—but she’s smiling, and he doesn’t want that to disappear.

“This is so good,” she mumbles after swallowing the first bite of egg and toast, widening her eyes at Rafe from where she sits on his left. As she reaches for her mug, she adds, “Gonna need you to make me breakfast, like, every day.”

Rafe grins, arching an eyebrow. “You won’t hear any arguments from me,” he answers.

“Been holding out on me,” she mumbles, shooting him a feigned glare as she eats. “We should have you work at the Wreck. That’d really set Kie off.”

Rafe scoffs, leaning back in the chair as he grabs his own mug. “She might kill us,” he points out.

Isla scoffs after swallowing her bite. “I’d like to see her try.” Sigh, she leans back as well, right leg crossing over her knee as she shakes her head and looks at him. “I don’t wanna think about what happened yesterday, okay? I just—we move forward. Whatever the hell’s gonna happen, is gonna happen. I’m fine.”

When Rafe meets her gaze pointedly, not wanting her to lie to him, she huffs. “I will be fine,” she corrects begrudgingly. Putting her mug down, she reaches towards him and rests her hand at the back of her head. He leans his head back slightly, more into her touch as he feels her fingers in his heart, the sensation one he loves feelings as much as she loves doing it. “Thank you for breakfast.”

His hand rests on her knee. “Literally any time.”

“Is your family home?” she asks as they return to eating.

“Dad and Rose are at work,” he answers, his gaze sliding in the direction of the stairs. “Wheezie’s probably asleep and Sarah. . .” He trails off with a confused stretch of her name. “She’s either also asleep or spent the night at John B’s. I can’t keep track anymore.”

Isla hums in acknowledgement, gaze dropping to her plate as she goes to take another bite. But Rafe catches the melancholy look that darkens her eyes, and Rafe wants to desperately get rid of that look. “So! Shower after breakfast and then the beach?”

Isla nods, looking at him with a gentle smile. “Sounds good.”

They finish up breakfast and Isla helps Rafe clear the table even though he tries to gently bump her hip out of the way, but she only shoots him an easy smile as she helps him load the dishwasher. It doesn’t take long for them to head back to his room without running into either of his sisters, and as Rafe opens his closet door, he glances at Isla over his shoulder.

“You wanna shower first?”

She looks at him, gaze flickering up from her phone. A smile tugs at the corner of her mouth. “Or we can shower together,” she suggests, cheeks prettily pink.

She doesn’t have to tell him twice.

Five minutes later, they’re under the hot spray of his shower, massaging shampoo into their hair and Rafe can’t help but smirk at the fact that Isla is going to smell like him afterwards. “Ugh, this feels so good,” Isla moans in satisfaction when she stands under the spray, washing the shampoo out with her head tilted back and eyes closed—and utterly oblivious to Rafe’s hungry gaze.

His breathing shallows out as he watches rivulets of water trail down the swells of her breasts, a delicious handful as his mouth waters with the need to get those pert nipples in his mouth, just a few shades darker than the smooth brown of her flawless skin. Before he can even think about it, Rafe’s hands are reaching forward until they’re resting on the swell of her hips, prompting Isla’s eyes to open to meet his immediately.

The green of her eyes always takes his breath away, reminding him of the deep green of tree leaves when spring and summer meet. His new favorite color, he admires, as he pulls her close until their fronts are pressed together, feeling the perfect mounds of her breasts against his torso as she looks up at him with arched eyebrows as she pushes her dark hair until it’s slicked back.

“Can I help you?” she inquires playfully as he admires the way droplets of water caught on her eyelashes. A smile dances on the edge of her mouth, showing off those dimples he’s obsessed with.

“Just admirin’,” Rafe answers, his thumbs rubbing circles on her hips as the water surrounds them both.

Isla’s grin widens, effectively deepening her dimples. It makes him weak in the damn knees. “Maybe you should be showering instead.”

Rafe scoffs out a laugh, tilting his head. “Isn’t that why you asked me to shower with you?” he muses with a slow growing grin, looking down at her. He raises his hands, cupping her cheeks, her face heart shaped and perfectly sized to fit in the palms of his hands as he wipes droplets of water away from the apples of her cheeks, though new drops replace them. He is sure his heart does a somersault in his chest when she squints her eyes with that grin she gives him. “Pretty sure it wasn’t for just showering.”

“Oh, so you can read my mind now, huh?” Isla asks, her own arms winding around him and Rafe’s grin widens impossibly when he feels her familiar touch cup his ass as she pushes herself closer into him. When Rafe hums his affirmative, Isla laughs and he watches as she goes on the tips of her toes and tilts her chin up to him.

“Yeah, baby, I can read your mind,” Rafe murmurs before kissing her, using his grasp on her cheeks, his pinkies under her jaw, to tilt her head back up. Rafe groans appreciatively when her lips open under his almost immediately, always loving how responsive she is as his hands bury in the thick of her wet hair, feeling her fingers run up and down his back as Rafe turns her until her back is against the wall.

Isla’s back arches, her nails digging into his back as she gasps, “Oh, my God, that’s cold.” She laughs, the pretty sound echoing off the tiles of the shower as her arm hooks around his neck and Rafe keeps kissing her smiling lips.

“Want me to turn?” he asks, thinking of her comfort even as he nips at her lower lip.

“Nuh-uh,” she murmurs with a shake of her head, returning the kiss eagerly. “Just want you.”

Well, he’s never one to deny her anything, shooting her a smirk as he lowers down to his knees, trailing kisses down her body as he does. His gaze never leaves Isla’s face, her cheeks flushed and lips kiss swollen as her chest moves quickly with the way her breathing grows shallow with every kiss he places across the planes of her stomach and her hip bones as his fingers brush and down the backs of her thighs.

The hot shower spray hits his back and shoulders as he kisses up the inside of her thighs before he licks up her center. He earns an instant reaction from her in the way she cries out and her hand finds home at the back of his head, fingers sliding through the short wet strands of his hair as Rafe licks into her. She tugs, he groans, and her body shudders as his tongue flicks her clit and when Rafe flickers up, he sees her tilting her head back and her free hand pressed to her mouth to silence the sounds escaping.

And Rafe won’t have that.

“What’re you doing?” he asks lowly, looking up at her but not fully pulling away, teasingly using his tongue to trace her lips from where he remains kneeling. “Let me hear you.”

Isla shakes her head, skin flushed, and Rafe knows it’s from both the hot shower and from him licking and sucking at her. Through her fingers, she gasps out, “Your sisters—”

“They can’t hear shit from here,” Rafe says, his words coming out as a low growl. When he sucks her clit into his mouth, Isla lets out a sharp cry, the sound just as loud as he wants, and he grunts in satisfaction. “That’s it, baby.”

He feasts on her as if he didn’t just have breakfast, spreading her open with his fingers and diving his tongue in as deeply as he can, drunk on the taste of her as he feels her tremble under his touch. He’s obsessed, honestly, with how her body reacts to him; every ragged breath and desperate moan and quiver of her muscles all the while her fingers tighten in his hair.

“God—oh, God, yes,” she moans, her hips moving with him, grinding her pussy against his mouth “Just—I’m so close—”

Another suck of her clit and she falls apart with a sharp cry and Rafe groans as the sweet, familiar taste of her hits his tongue, taking everything she’s giving him and letting her ride her climax on his tongue. She grows limp but Rafe’s hold on her his tight as he rises to his full height, and although Isla is catching her breath, she doesn’t hesitate in surging up and kissing him.

Their tongues meet and Isla moans softly as she no doubt tastes him on her tongue and it sends a rush of hot blood straight to his cock, making him realize just how painfully hard he is. “Fuck,” he hisses when Isla’s hand wraps around his cock.

“Need you inside of me,” she says into their kiss—if it can be classified as that, with just their lips sliding against one another, breathing together. “Now, Rafe.”

His lips quirk up in a breathless sort of a smirk, his pulse electric when she gives a slow, teasing pump of his cock. “Love it when you get bossy,” he murmurs as his hands slide to her hips, then lower to her thighs.

“I prefer to call it knowing what I like,” she laughs gently as he grips the back of her thighs. “Now?” she asks knowingly.

Rafe nips at her bottom lip. “Now.”

She jumps up carefully, Rafe’s grip secure on her thighs as she wraps her legs around him, her arms around his neck and lips finding his again under the spray of water. Isla’s hand, wrapped around his cock, guides him towards her entrance, and all Rafe can think is that he wouldn’t mind adding this to his morning routine.

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bunnyscryptarchived · 10 months ago

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toxic ~

pairing: kiara carrera x reader

synopsis: they aren't enemies to lovers and they damn sure ain't frenemies. you hate kie. she hates you back. the boys are tired of it so they trap you on a boat to get along.

warnings: smut. physical violence.

you were never fond of kiara. the way she’s so painfully unaware most of the time, her holier than thou attitude, and snarky remarks. she made your blood boil.  the boys loved you both dearly but they had enough. the constant arguing was becoming tiring and they don’t want to have to choose between the two of you so they devised a plan to get you to get along; stranding you on a boat together. it worked for sarah and kie. it should work again, right? 

 slumped over the ledge, you watched your feet swing above the water while kiara did whatever behind you.   you groaned for the hundredth time before falling on your back.  “groaning isn’t gonna make them come back quicker so just shut up and wait.”

resting your arm over your eyes to block the sun , “kiara, stick my fist.”

she snorts, “yeah you'd like that wouldn't you.” before the sound of her getting up made you tilt your head.

you checked her out as she bent over to grab a drink. she was hot, you’d admit. a gorgeous face with a nice body covered in a two piece that fit her just right. you'd by lying if you said you didn't want to make out with her until her lips start bleeding— know what sounds escaped her lips as she fell apart from under you. shame her attitude had to be what it was.   “you gonna keep staring at my ass or.”   “ha dont flatter yourself.” getting up to stretch.   she watches as you grab a can from the cooler, cracking it open to take a sip. “this is your fault, you get that right.” 

“s'cuse me?” you turned towards her. seeing her face in a scowl -arms crossing over her chest. she’s infuriating. “you always running that mouth is what got you in to trouble. i’m just returning the energy, sweetheart.”   “oh, i’m always running my mouth?” she stepped up closer in your space.  “yeah. try doing something useful with those lips and maybe we wouldn’t be in this situation.” walking back to where you were before, making sure to bump her shoulder on the way.   “oh fuck you, dude.” her brown eyes piercing in to your back. “you wanna act all high and mighty. jesus, are you even really a pogue?” she turns you back to face her. your palm connecting with her cheek when those words leave her mouth.

you watched as her head snapped to the side, your hateful stare intensifying. “are you, carrera?” voice filled with aggression.

“why don’t you take another kook year. you had no problem leaving the “pogue lifestyle” then did you? annoying cunt.”   those words set her off as she shoved you hard. calling you a “dumb bitch.” shoving her back ends up with you both on the ground and her crawling on top of you.  you tussled all over the deck, leaving scratches and bruises. her bikini top coming undone in the process. you paid that no mind as you flip her on to her belly. when she tries to flip over with her free arm, you knock the weight from under her, pinning it behind her back, pinning the other under your knee as you straddle her.   “ugh get off.” she growls in to the metal, her arm bent at an awkward angle., but not fighting back as rough as she was.   “are you done?” you heave as you chest rises and falls rapidly.   “yeah. yeah i’m done.”   loosening your grip, she takes that opportunity to turn over. hooking one leg around you to flip you on your back. she gets on top of you, straddling your thigh as her hand presses on to your chest -close to your neck.   grunting as her hand pins you down. ��lying bitch.”  teeth clenched as she pushes harder. your eyes locked on to her naked chest as it pounds up and down with force. one hand on her arm, the other on her waist you both become aware of her core on on yours.   eyes darting between each others eyes and parted lips. you quickly let go of her arm and bring it to her face, pulling her in to a messy kiss. she freezes for a moment before deepening the kiss. her body ground in to yours making you moan as she parted your lips with her tongue.   your hand roamed down her chest. kneading her tit. she grunts, biting your lip hard enough to bleed. pulling away as you hiss, you put a rough smack on her ass before pushing her off you.   staring at each other, a million thoughts going thru your heads. checking up and down, noticing a wet patch on her bikini bottoms.   fuck it.  you scramble out of your clothes. laying on your back with parted legs. your bare cunt right in front of her as she started back at you with squinted yet lustful eyes.   she lifts one of your legs, putting over her shoulder before burying her face in your pussy. lacing your fingers in her brown hair as you moaned in pleasure. her tongue traced circles on your clit as she ate out hungrily. “knew y-your mouth could be useful for something. haah.” throwing your head back as she sucked hard on your clit.   kie looked up at you as she brought a finger to your hole. “look at me” sliding her finger in when you do so, never taking her eyes off you.   bucking your hips as she went to work on you. the sensation felt so good and soon you felt that familiar twinge. she pumped her fingers harder as you came undone. coating her face and hand in slick. you push her away, her mouth a wet mess.   you breathe heavily as you sit up. “guess i should return the favor, huh. ride me.”   ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅  kiara gripped your thigh, mouth going slack as moans escaped her lips. one of your hands left her hip, moving her hair from her face before connecting it to the side of her face, aother moan leaving her mouth.   “you like that, huh?” you chuckled. your hand squeezed and pressed her harder on to you. “didn’t think you were such a whore, sweetheart.”   she exhaled out, “youre such an annoying bitch.” throwing her head back as she rolled her hips. “now shut up and stick out your tongue.”   you tilt your head to the side and just stare at her, grunts leaving your lips as her wet cunt grinds against yours. she cups your jaw, fingers squeezing your skin forcing your mouth open to let her saliva drip in. “now how bout you be good f’me e and swallow hmm.”  listening this time, sticking out your tongue with a dramatic AAH. she scoffs, concentrating on getting her nut. riding you faster. her clit pressing right on your own. “fuck i’m gonna cum.”

you smack her ass once. twice. three times. making her cry out. “that’s right. cum all over me.” her legs shake as she orgasms. slick covering your thighs and dripping down your pussy. she hugs yours leg closer. body twitching as she comes to a slow grind.   she falls on top of you as you both try to catch your breath. your hand coming up her back before resting on her shoulders to roll her off you. “thats enough of that.” getting up to look for your clothes.  “go fuck yourself.” her following suit.  “you already did.” chuckling. pulling on your top.  “yeah and its never happening again.” tying on her tip.   “hm.”   ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅  sitting on opposite sides of the deck. watching as the boys finally pull up.  “so! how’d it..” pope trails off seeing the bloody cuts and bruises littering your bodies. “go.”

“ouch.” jj hisses.  “did you at least kiss and make up?”   glancing at each other with the same hatred as before.   “no. now get us out of here before i drown her in the lake.”  “drop dead, carrera.”

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bbearthyy · 26 days ago

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Hey! I noticed you needed some inspo, so here’s a request!

JJ Maybank x female reader (smut!)

Take this wherever you’d like, but the reader is lounging somewhere reading her book when JJ makes his own plans. He loves her nipples, and plays/sucks/fucks them while she’s reading <3

yeah so i took this and ran

(no title cus i cant think of one rn😭)

a/n: omg yes. i am the biggest advocate for mamas boy jj and i just KNOW that after a bad day he’d come home and go straight to you to suck em. UGH anon i love you

none of my works are proofread!!

cw: boob play? idk what the proper term is, titty fuckin!, bsf! jj, i think that’s it

nobody remembered when it happened exactly, but it was part of the normal now for the pogues. jj would inevitably have at least one breakdown a week, and you were always there, waiting with open arms (and bra.)

nobody really remembers, but maybe it started two summers ago?

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the rumble of jj’s bike filled the otherwise quiet atmosphere, popping the bubble of peace and yet rebuilding another. you lounged in the hammock, one leg hanging off to keep it rocking, as you reread your favorite book for the nth time. your eyes stayed on the page in front of you as your best friend stomped over. finally, his heavy foot steps came to a stop, right beside the hammock.

you took your time to finish the sentence you were reading, before calmly raising your head to look at jj. “hey, honey,” you softly mumbled, spotting the tears on his cheeks and immediately changing the reading tone you’d originally brought forward. “rough day?” the blonde just dropped his head, shaking it silently. “wanna..,” he mumbled, his voice so quiet the rest of the sentence was unintelligible.

“what, j? i can’t hear you sweet boy.” he grumbled, frustrated hands tugging on his hair. “i can’t say,” he said, voice just slightly louder, “it’s embarrassin’.” you were quick to scold him for this. “jackson james maybank, i have known you my whole life. we used to take baths together as kids and we’ve been each others first everything. nothing you say could ever be embarrassing, not with me.”

after taking a deep breath to compose himself, the blonde spoke up. “can i like, lay with you?” appalled by the question you immediately cut him off, “jj we cuddle all the time wha-“ but he wasn’t having it. “not like that,” he spoke up, “i meant like, i wanna, ugh.” his head dropped once more, frustration running in his veins, “can i just show you?”

your eyebrow raised with suspicion, but you nodded. jj slowly laid himself on top of you, snuggling close in the hammock. “i wanna,” he mumbled once more. jj rested his head on the left side of your chest, as his left hand slowly moved up your shirt. you were confused, but laid still nonetheless, letting him explain himself.

eventually jj’s hand snuck its way into your bra, cupping your chest gently. a soft sigh spilled from his lips when he felt the warmth. “wanna do this,” he whispered, “but, but with my mouth.” it took a moment for you to respond, processing his words. “you wanna suck on my chest?” relief visibly flowed through the boy when you understood, his head nodding quickly.

“um, okay,” you mumbled, hesitance evident in your shaky voice. if jj could tell you were nervous he didn’t comment on it, simply sitting up enough that he could lift your shirt past your chest. something dawned on you, your hands covering his, “wait!” jj’s head snapped up, worry coating his features. “j, honey, we’re still outside,” you spoke softly, not wanting to worry the boy in his vulnerable state.

jj whined, wanting nothing to do with the idea of removing himself from you right now to go inside. “i can go under your shirt?” his whiny tone had you giving in immediately, just like he knew it would. you’d do anything for him. so you nodded, and jj excitedly pulled your shirt back down before sliding under it.

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today, you and jj are resting on the couch outside the chateau, your shirt and bra long since removed. jj snuggled closer under the plush blanket, tongue swirling around your nipple before he latched on, sucking softly. his left hand held your other boob, the fingers on his right squeezing your hip every few seconds.

john b walked out of his home, eyes searching before they locked onto yours. the brunette came closer, crouching down beside the couch when he reached you. “he under here?” john b’s voice was quiet as he grabbed the blanket, you nodding in response. slowly, he pulled the blanket down just enough for jj’s head to be revealed. “hey bubba,” john b whispered, “i’m gonna go get supper, you wanna ride along?”

jj hated that idea actually. despised it. he was half asleep and you’d just gotten to the good part in the book you were reading aloud. so in response, jj simply closed his eyes, continuing to suckle. john b sighed at the silent denial, shaking his head with a chuckle before covering you with the blanket once more. “okay, i’ll be back.”

the brunette walked out as cleo and sarah were walking in, both giving you a smile and chirpy “hey!” as they went. eventually, when jj fell asleep, you removed him from yourself, knowing you’d have to show face at home before your parents reported you missing. giving the pogues a hug and a kiss each, you left, leaving a very angry jj behind.

which brought you to now. to be fair, you should’ve told the boy what your plans were instead of just leaving him, but you didn’t think it would warrant such a response. your plush comforter was warm beneath you, your hands shaking in their position above your head.

the only sounds filling the room were jj’s grunts and the slick sound of his dick sliding between your tits. his hands kept your tits pressed together, the only restriction keeping your hands pinned being his threat to ‘spank your ass raw’ if you moved them. “jay,” you whined, desperate to feel some stimulation after him abusing your chest.

“shut up,” jj’s gruff voice huffed, his breath hitching at the end. he was close, whines slipping through his lips solidifying the fact. you stuck your tongue out to help, his tip pressing against it with every thrust. “oh fuck!” the blonde cried out, release spilling across your chest and lips.

after taking a moment to catch your breath your hands finally moved, coming down to rest on jj’s thighs. “feel better, honey?” he just laughed, breathless, before collapsing next to you. “love you so much,” he mumbled, sleep soon taking over.

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prettygirl-gabi · 7 months ago

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Skin

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Rating:General Audiences

Warning: Fluff, angst, bitter ex, major friend group dynamic shift

Category:F/M

Fandom: Outerbanks (OBX), (Netflix TV series)

Relationships: JJ Maybank x f reader

Summary: Kie's slowly getting under your skin especially when you're JJ's new girlfriend

Based on recent experiences, and the song skin by Sabrina Carpenter has been stuck in my head for like 6 months on top of the recent experiences...

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**"Maybe we could’ve been friends, if I met you in another life…"**

The thought crosses my mind as I stand in the middle of the living room, fiddling with my phone, and waiting for JJ to come back from the kitchen. The memory of Kiara's expression when she found out about us is still fresh, lingering like a bitter taste I can’t wash away. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this, but I guess things never go as planned.

“You okay?” JJ's voice pulls me from my thoughts as he enters the room, a playful smile tugging at his lips. He’s balancing two mugs of coffee in his hands, making his way toward me like everything in the world is perfectly fine.

I nod, forcing a smile back. “Yeah. Just thinking.”

He hands me one of the mugs, his fingers brushing against mine. The contact is warm, grounding me in the moment. "About Kie?"

I glance away. He knows me too well.

“It’s hard not to think about her,” I admit, sitting down on the worn-out couch. “She was—no, she *is* my friend. I hate that it feels like I’m betraying her.”

JJ sighs and sits next to me, his arm resting casually behind my shoulders. “You didn’t do anything wrong. She’ll come around. It’s just gonna take time.”

**"I’m happy and you hate it, hate it, oh…"**

I wish I could believe him. It’s not that I don’t want to be with JJ—it’s that being with him comes with a whole mess of complications I didn’t see coming. Kie and JJ had always had this unspoken connection. At least, that’s what everyone thought, including me. And then I fell for him. Hard.

Now, it’s like every glance from Kiara is a reminder that I’ve taken something she didn’t realize she wanted until it was too late.

“I don’t think she’s ever going to be okay with it,” I confess quietly. “With us.”

JJ chuckles softly, shaking his head. “Well, that’s too bad. Because I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you.”

His words make my heart flutter, even though the doubt still lingers in the back of my mind. I know he means it—he’s serious about us, about this. But how do I move forward when the person I care about most next to JJ feels like I’m rubbing this relationship in her face?

**"You can try to get under my, under my, under my skin, while he’s on mine."**

I take a deep breath and lean into him, letting his warmth seep into me. I want to focus on him, on this moment, but the guilt weighs heavy on my chest.

“You think she’ll really get over it?” I ask softly, not really expecting an answer but needing to hear him say it anyway.

JJ turns his head slightly, his lips brushing against my temple. “Eventually. Or maybe not. But either way, I’m not giving this up.” His voice is firm, and I can feel the truth in it.

I close my eyes for a moment, trying to silence the doubt. There’s something undeniably special between us—something that wasn’t there with anyone else. And maybe that’s why it feels so complicated. Maybe that’s why Kiara reacted the way she did when she found out.

**"I wish you knew that even you can’t get under my skin, if I don’t let you in…"**

“It’s not just Kie,” I whisper, more to myself than to him. “It’s everything. The looks. The comments.”

JJ pulls back slightly, his blue eyes searching mine. “You mean from the others? John B? Pope?”

I nod. “They keep acting like this is something we should’ve told them about sooner. Like we should’ve asked for permission or something.”

JJ sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Look, I know it’s complicated with the Pogues, but at the end of the day, they’re gonna support us. Maybe they’re just weirded out because they didn’t see it coming. But who cares? This is about *us*, not them.”

His words are reassuring, but the sting of Kiara’s reaction still sits heavy in my chest. When she found out, the hurt in her eyes was unmistakable. She hadn’t said much, but the silence spoke volumes. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so torn between two people in my life.

“You don’t think I’m a terrible friend, do you?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

JJ tilts his head, his expression softening as he looks at me. “No. You’re not a terrible friend. You just…fell in love. And sometimes, that happens in ways people don’t expect.”

**"And I’m not asking you to let it go, but you’ve been telling your side, so I’ll be telling mine."*

It’s true. Kiara hasn’t exactly been shy about expressing her feelings on the matter, even if it’s been in subtle ways—pointed comments, sideways glances, and the awkward tension that fills the room whenever the three of us are together. But I’ve kept my side of the story mostly to myself, too afraid to make things worse.

“You know she called me the other night?” I say, breaking the silence.

JJ raises an eyebrow. “What did she say?”

“She just…wanted to know why. Why *you*? Why now?”

He doesn’t say anything for a moment, his jaw tensing slightly as he processes my words. “And what did you tell her?”

I shrug, feeling the weight of that conversation settle over me again. “I told her the truth. That it just…happened. That I didn’t plan on falling for you, but I did.”

JJ’s lips quirk into a small smile, though there’s a hint of sadness in it. “And how did she take that?”

I let out a soft laugh, though it’s more out of exasperation than amusement. “She didn’t really respond. Just said she needed time to figure things out.”

He leans back on the couch, pulling me closer into his side. “Then let her have her time. We’ve got all the time in the world.”

**"You can try to get under my, under my, under my skin… but he’s all mine."**

The thing is, I know he’s right. I know that no matter what happens with Kiara or anyone else, this—what we have—it’s real. And I can’t let their opinions, their judgment, get in the way of that. JJ is mine, and I am his. That’s all that should matter.

“I just don’t want to lose her,” I admit softly, resting my head against his shoulder. “Or anyone.”

“You won’t,” JJ murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “And even if things are rocky for a while, we’ll figure it out. Together.”

I close my eyes, letting the comfort of his words wash over me. Maybe it won’t always be easy. Maybe there will always be a part of Kiara that resents me for this. But I can’t let that hold me back from being happy.

**"You can’t get under my skin, if I don’t let you in."**

And I won’t let her. Not anymore.

I pull back slightly to look at JJ, his face soft in the dim light of the room. “I love you, you know.”

His eyes light up with that mischievous glint I’ve come to adore, and he leans in, his lips brushing mine. “I know. And I love you too.”

For the first time in a while, I feel like maybe, just maybe, everything will be okay.