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dreamypeaches · 4 years ago

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don’t wake up pt. 5 | rafe cameron x reader

summary: your relationship progresses and rafe makes a mistake

warnings: drug use, alcohol use, cursing, angst (oops)

word count: 4.8k

a/n: apologies in advance. this is sad. it’s also not completely proofread because it made me sad while reading it back. final part will be out tomorrow or monday. enjoy :)

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Rafe Cameron was a lot of things. He couldn’t even count all the labels he had swirling around his head. Rafe Cameron was an asshole. Rafe Cameron was a disappointment. Rafe Cameron was an addict. Rafe Cameron was hated. Round and round the words spun in his head. But for the last few weeks, they had slowly started to dissolve replaced by words that spilled like honey from your lips. Rafe Cameron was a good boyfriend. Rafe Cameron was sweet. Rafe Cameron was strong. Rafe Cameron was loved.

You two hadn’t said the words yet, but he knew how he felt about you and he was certain you felt the same. For three weeks you had been official, secretly. Not a day went by that he didn’t see you, hug you, kiss you. You and Rafe hung out everyday. Sometimes, Rafe would plan out elaborate dates, spending his money like it was nothing to buy you a dress and some fancy lingerie. You would drive to the mainland where no one you knew would be, going to the most expensive restaurant he could find, then staying in a suite at the nicest hotel possible. Rafe Cameron was a man who liked to spend his money, he was glad he had finally found something worthwhile to spend it on.

As much as you loved being spoiled by Rafe, most times the extravagance was too much. You grew up on the Cut, you were used to having nothing. You were a simple woman with simple needs, and Rafe would do whatever you wanted to meet them. So, most days, you would drive around the island. You had made several playlists, each one designed to introduce Rafe to a new type of music. Rafe was the first to admit that he had shit taste in music. The first time he had picked you up in his car, he’d pressed shuffle on his music. The look you gave him had been the most terrifying thing he had seen to this day. It was decided then that, as long as you were in the car, you decided on the music. Rafe was pleased to learn that he wasn’t completely hopeless. You had been pleased to hear that he loved Fleetwood Mac, one of your favorite songs being Dreams. From then on, you promised Rafe that you would save him from the musical desert he was living in.

As much as Rafe loved showering you in expensive things, he loved the time in his car with you more. Music turned all the way up, windows down, his hand on your thigh, you singing at the top of your lungs with a contagious grin on your face, it was like a dream. He would drive until the sun started to go down. You would pick up dinner and end up at the beach or one of the beautiful lookouts that graced the Outer Banks. Cuddled up together, you watched the sunset and ate and talked. There were days you couldn’t wait to get home and would have sex under the stars. That’s when Rafe found you most beautiful, moaning his name as the moon reflected around you like a halo. You were his angel, and he was unbelievably happy. Still, it was hard, you both knew it would be.

There were days he fought with his dad and all his negative thoughts and anger swelled up inside him like a bomb. You learned quickly how to defuse him, with soft touches and quiet words, but some days he just needed time. Only once had he come to you, high as a kite with white powder still present on his nose. You shut it down immediately driving him home and telling him if he ever was around you high again, you were done. Rafe had taken it to heart, and had been clean for a couple weeks now, with great difficulty.

He stayed true to his other promise, not provoking your friends when they happened to bump into each other. Despite not knowing about your relationship, it seemed JJ Maybank was intent on making Rafe break his promise.

Rafe had been hanging out with Kelce and Topper when they ran into you, his sister, and the rest of the Pogues. He whispered to his friends to just ignore them, avoiding their surprised looks. Resisting the urge to look at you or touch you, he pushed passed, only to be stopped by JJ’s taunts. He heard you trying to stop him, telling him to just leave it alone, but he wouldn’t listen. Topper and Kelce turned, biting back at the blonde Pogue’s words. Rafe turned as well, meeting your pleading eyes for just a second before grabbing Topper, who had started to approach the group with malice, by the arm and pulling him away.

“They’re not fucking worth it.”

The rest of the Pogues started to leave, but JJ and Topper stood their ground, both refusing to be the first to walk away. Rafe watched as your hand moved to JJ’s shoulder, pulling him towards you but he pushed you off. Rafe’s eyes followed your hand as it trailed down JJ’s arm, taking his hand in yours. White hot jealousy coursed through him as JJ looked at you, and you looked at him, not Rafe. His fists clenched painfully at his side, trying to resist the urge to punch the smirk off his face as he looked back at the Kooks.

“See you Powerpuff girls later,” He said before you pulled harder on his hand. You spared Rafe one last glance, a quiet smile on your face, before walking off, JJ’s hand still holding yours.

Rafe felt himself go numb with rage. It boiled just under the surface for the rest of the day, until that night when he picked you up. He was completely silent on the drive to your destination. You noticed, easily. His normal grip on your thigh was instead wrapped around the steering wheel, showing of his white knuckles. He barely even kissed you when you got into the car, not meeting your eyes. By the time you reached the lookout where you were having your date, you were fed up. Knowing exactly what his problem was, you prepared yourself to confront him. You laid out the blanket while Rafe grabbed the cooler. The moment his butt touched the ground, you were on him.

“Look, I’m sorry about JJ. He doesn’t know when to keep his mouth shut,” You started, reaching for Rafe’s hand. He pulled it away from your grasp, turning to look at you for the first time that night.

“Does he have a thing for you?”

Your eyes widened, taken aback by not only the words, but the venom behind them.

“A thing? What the hell are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about you and JJ! I saw you two today! The way you held his hand and the way he fucking looked at you, I can’t get it out of my head! So please, tell me whether or not you have a thing for him so I can decide if I get to break his nose,” Rafe seethed. You looked away and sighed. He allowed you to take his hand this time, though he didn’t return your grip.

“No, JJ doesn’t have a thing for me. But, since I care about you, I’m going to perfectly honest. JJ and I did have a thing, once, many years ago. Honestly, I wouldn’t even call it a thing, it was nothing. I was young and he was my best friend and he was cute. We were sixteen and just trying to figure out dating and all that shit. He asked me out because it made sense, me and him. Everyone already thought we were together, so why not try. We went on one date, he kissed me, and we realized what a terrible mistake we had made.”

Rafe had now laced his fingers with yours, staring down at your intertwined hands as you spoke. You reached up and tilted his chin to look at you.

“Baby, that was years ago. JJ and I are just friends and we will never be anything else.”

“Someone should tell Maybank that,” Rafe mumbled, making you giggle.

“If this,” you motioned between the two of you, “is going to work, you have to trust me.”

Rafe groaned, running a hand through his hair. He rarely wore gel in it when he went out with you, knowing how much you hate it.

“It’s not you I don’t trust, it’s him. This is why I want to stop hiding. That Pogue needs to understand that he can’t touch what doesn’t belong to him.”

You rolled your eyes before lifting yourself up so you were face to face with him, lips inches apart.

“I don’t belong to anybody, Cameron,” You breathed. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you roughly into his lap to straddle him. One hand moved down your back, gripping your ass as he sucked on the sensitive spot below your ear. You let out a moan and he chuckled darkly, whispering in your ear, “Are you sure about that angel?”

Clothes were shed soon after that, Rafe hovering over you and pounding into you as you screamed his name into the night. When you finished, Rafe held you close against his chest, covering both of you with a blanket. His fingers ran through your hair as you head rested on his chest.

“Are you going to the kegger tomorrow?” He asks.

“Of course. Are you?”

“Yeah…” Rafe is silent for a moment, choosing his words carefully, “Do you want to go together?”

He feels you sigh as you lift her head, resting your chin on his chest to look at him.

“Midsummers is only a week away, baby. I want one more week of just being with you without having to worry about anything else, okay? One more week, then you can shout it from the rooftops if you want.”

He already knew your answer before you had even spoken. Several times throughout the past few weeks Rafe had asked you to go public before you had planned. Each time you said the same thing, just a little bit longer. Rafe Cameron was a lot of things, passionate, persistent, possessive. Patient was not one of those things. That days incident had done nothing to calm his already raging impatience. But he kept it down, willing to wait one more week if it meant being able to hold you like this for the rest of his life.

Rafe woke to you getting ready for work. Your hair was still wet from the shower, hanging loosely around your shoulders as you pulled on a bra and underwear. He didn’t move from the bed, too enraptured by you to even think of turning his gaze away. You felt his adoring stare and turned to give him a smile as you covered up the love bites he had left on your neck the night before.

“Good morning, baby,” You said walking over to give him a peck. Rafe had other ideas, wrapping an arm around you to pull you into his lap, deepening the kiss. A giggle escaped your lips as Rafe’s lips trailed down your neck and you gasped as he sucked at a bare spot on your neck. Satisfied with his work, he leaned away and gave you a smirk.

“You missed a spot.”

You crawled off the bed, flipping him the bird as you returned to your make-up bag. You got ready quickly, the walk to the Wreck from the Cameron residence being much longer than from your own home. Rafe had offered numerous times to give you a ride, but you didn’t want to risk it. Plus, you always added, you liked morning walks, helped you get your mind ready for the day ahead. Rafe couldn’t wait for the days when he could join you on your walks, hold your hand as you moved through the morning sun where everyone could see you.

Kissing him quickly, you pulled away before Rafe could deepen the kiss. You gave him a smile as you started toward the door.

“I’ll see you tonight!” You called before sneaking into the hallway. You had perfected the art of sneaking through Tannyhill undetected, and Rafe could hear you humming the Mission Impossible theme as you disappeared down the hall. He grins at your dorkiness before snuggling back into the pillow that still smells like you.

“Rafe!” The man woke to the sound of his name, jumping as his door bursts open and a stern faced Ward Cameron walks in. “Of course, you’re still asleep.”

Rafe reaches for his phone on the bedside table, mumbling, “What time is it?” 3:13p.m.. Shit.

“Dad, I’m so sorry-” Rafe began before his father cut him off.

“Oh, you’re going to be. You were supposed to be at Davidson’s office three hours ago to help me close that deal. My own son blowing off one of my biggest investors, do you know how big of fool that makes me look?”

Rafe rubbed the sleep from his eyes, trying to comprehend his father’s words through his sleepy haze.

“I must have forgotten to set an alarm last night. I’ll call Mr. Davidson, I promise, I’ll fix it.”

“You will do no such thing. You’re done.”

Eyes widening, Rafe jumped from his bed, grabbing his pants laying on the ground and pulling them on.

“Dad, please, I know I fucked up, but I can fix this, just let me-”

“No, Rafe. I will fix this, just like I fix everything you ruin.” Rafe’s mouth slammed shut as his father set his menacing glare on him. “You know, for the past few weeks, I thought you were changing. You’ve been different, working hard, getting serious, acting like the son I always wanted, but now…I know it will always come back to this. You will always find a way to disappoint.”

Ward’s eyes rake over his son’s body, taking in the hickies adorning his body.

“And what was it that had you so distracted, hm? Some whore?”

“Don’t call her that,” The viciousness in Rafe’s words takes Ward aback for a moment, but he recovers quickly.

“What should I call her then? Do you have a girlfriend, Rafe, who I haven’t had the privilege to meet? No, of course not, what respectable woman would date you, a boy with no prospects who mooch off his father’s money. A disappointing little shit, what woman would want that?”

Rafe doesn’t meet his eyes. It is silent for a moment, Ward waiting for some sort of response that never comes. He scoffs, shaking his head.

“What father would want that?” He says finally. The door slams as Ward leaves, making Rafe flinch. He stands in the middle of the floor, frozen for a moment by the ice of his father’s words. When he’s sure his father is long gone, Rafe let’s out a frustrated scream, turning to assault the bed with his fists. His breathing is heavy as he pulls away, pushing his hair out of his face and looking around the room. He moved to his dresser, eyes wild as he pulls open the drawer, tossing clothes around until he finds the small, white powder filled baggy. He holds it up, feeling his heart pound. But the words of his father are staring to be drowned out by your voice in his head. Rafe gives the bag one last glance before shoving it in his pocket.

Kelce and Topper are already pregaming when he shows up at the Topper residence a few hours later.

“There he is!” Topper calls, bottle of vodka in hand, “We were worried you’d be too busy being balls deep in Pogue pussy to hang out with us.”

Kelce makes a face at his friend’s crude words, greeting Rafe with a slap of the hand and a fist bump. Both Topper and Kelce knew about his relationship, it had been hard to keep it from them after that day at the golf course. Respectful of your wishes, however, Rafe refused to tell him exactly which Pogue it was. They had their guesses, always bringing up a new name when he saw them. Topper has suggested you once and Rafe had to hold back his urge to confirm.

“Yeah, not today,” Rafe says simply, taking a seat on the couch beside his friends.

“Man, who knew Rafe Cameron of all people would be pussy-whipped. And by a Pogue of all people? You could do better.” If looks could kill, Topper would have dissolved out of existence right then and there. Passing Rafe the bottle of vodka, Kelce tried to ease the tension.

“We’re just glad your happy, man.” Rafe grimaced, chugging almost half the bottle before passing it to Topper.

He had spent the last few hours stewing. Ward’s words sitting at the back of his mind, taunting him. He’d tried to call you, but knew you cared too much about your job to check your phone during a shift. He’d sat in his room, smoking one of the joints you kept there to calm his nerves, to no avail. When all else failed, he drove down the Wreck, needing to see you. But as he walked towards the door, he saw you through the window. Leaning against the counter, you were laughing at something one of the Pogues had said. They were all there, Kiara behind the counter with you while the rest, including his sister, sat on the other side. You looked so happy at that moment, in a world that he never got to see you in. He turned back to his bike at that moment, not wanting to ruin your day with his shit. So, he went to the place he was used to going after a fight with his dad, place he hadn’t been to in weeks.

Barry was surprised to see him, thinking Rafe had dropped dead somewhere finally. He didn’t stop to chat, already too disappointed in himself for being there at all. He bought a couple grams, doing a line before leaving the disgusting home and making his way to Topper’s.

Rafe looked up at Kelce, who’s smile had faded into a look of concern after watching his friend chug most of the vodka. Rafe gave him an emotionless smile, reaching into his pocket.

“Do you know what would make me really happy? If I didn’t have to do all this alone,” Rafe threw a few bags of coke onto the table, earning him a slap on the shoulder from Topper.

“Fuck yeah, that’s what I’m talking about.”

Topper and Kelce continued talking as they sorted the lines, but Rafe tuned them out. His eyes squeezed shut, all he could see was you. You’re disappointed look the first time you had seen him high, your smiling face from earlier today in the Wreck. Ward’s voiced echoed. What woman would want him?

Rafe’s eyes snapped open and he ripped the rolled up bill from Topper’s

“Dude, what the fuck?”

He leaned down and snorted two lines, relishing the familiar burning feeling. Passing the bill back to Topper, he leaned back on the couch. As the high washed over him, he tried for the first time to push all thoughts of you out of his head.

The kegger was in full swing. You’d been there for a little over an hour now and had yet to see your boyfriend. You’d been concerned by the several missed phone calls from him waiting on your phone at the end of you shift. You’d tried calling back, but no answer. Again, on your way to Kie’s to get ready for the party, no answer. No texts, no nothing. Kiara had noticed your concerned look as you sat on her bed, staring at her phone.

“Everything okay?” She asked.

“Yeah, I think so,” You replied.

“Is it your secret lover?” Kie wiggled her eyebrows at you and you gave her a half-hearted laugh.

“He isn’t answering. But, it’s whatever, I’ll see him later, I’m sure.” You tried to shrug off the worry nagging you from the back of your mind.

“Wait! Is he going to be there tonight? Do we get to meet him?” Smiling at her excitement, you shook your head.

“Yes, he will be there but no, you don’t get to meet him. Soon, I promise.”

Kiara gave you a look before turning back to her closet, picking out the perfect outfits for both of you.

She continued to check in on you throughout the kegger. Your anxiety was interfering with your ability to have fun, too busy searching for any sign of Rafe and checking your phone constantly. The phone was suddenly yanked from your hands as JJ appeared in front of you, a concerned looking Kie and Pope behind him.

“You need to calm down. I feel like I need to take a Xanax, you’re anxiety is so bad.”

You tried to grab for your phone, but JJ snuck it into his back pocket, handing you his drink instead.

“Have fun, Y/N! I’m sure lover boy will show up soon!” Pope said, JJ nodding in agreement. You tried to heed their words, but it did little to suffocate your worries. A distraction was in order. You looked out onto the dance floor, noticing Sarah and John B dancing up on each other. You downed the contents of the red cup, barely even tasting it as it slid down your throat.

“You’re right, let’s dance!” You said, dragging your friends to the dance floor beside John B and Sarah. Soon enough, you were moving you hips to beat, laughing and spinning as your friends danced along with you. You suddenly gasped, moving over to JJ as one of your shared favorite songs came on. He took your hand, spinning you around and dancing like an idiot as you both shouted the words. You felt your worries slowly start to fade away, unaware of the jeep that had just pulled up to the edge of the Boneyard.

Rafe sat in the car, frozen as his friends hopped out. Kelce appeared at the passenger window, pulling the door open.

“You coming man?” No. He thought. He didn’t want to face you, didn’t want your to realize who you were actually dating. A disappointment, an asshole, and addict. But Topper wasn’t having it. He took Rafe by the arm and pulling him out of the car.

“C’mon, let’s go find your little Pogue.” Rafe felt his feet move, his heart pounding as they got closer and closer to the excitement of the party. The music was blasting and he recognized it immediately. It was one of your favorites. He pictured you in the passenger seat of his truck, dancing wildly in your seat as you yelled the words. He knew exactly where you would be.Like a magnet, his gaze was pulled to you on the dance floor and all his worries and self-hatred of the day faded.

Instead, he was filled with white-hot rage, burning through him like a wild fire in the summer. You were next to Maybank. He watched you dancing, laughing, being happy with someone who wasn’t him. He heard his heart pounding in his ears as JJ grabbed your hand, twirling you around. His feet moved on their own, marching down the sand and straight toward you. All he saw was red as he threw the punch, fist connecting with Maybank’s cheek and sending him to the ground. There was yelling and gasps from the crown as Rafe climbed on top of the blonde, gripping his shirt and landing punch after punch. His knuckles were on fire and wet from the blood covering JJ’s face. He couldn’t stop. He heard you scream his name. He couldn’t stop. He felt something crack beneath his fist. He couldn’t stop. Someone grabbed him, spoke to him, he couldn’t hear.

You were in front of him suddenly, eyes full of tears and fury. Your mouth was moving, but he couldn’t comprehend what you were saying. All he knew was you were yelling, before turning back to JJ, who was being helped up by John B and Pope. Your hands cupped his barely conscious face that was more black and blue and red than anything else. He watched you say something to him, watched John B and Pope carry him away, watched you return to him. You didn’t touch him, just started walking to the edge of the beach. He followed. He had to.

It was almost completely silent where you were, you had walked so far. All he could hear was the crashing of the waves (or was that the pounding in his head?) and your uneven breathing. He stood in front of you, staring at the sand at your feet. He was startled by your soft touch as you took his hand, holding his wrist to examine his knuckles, which were red and bloody. Just as soon as it had come, your touch was gone, his hand dropping to his side limply.

“What the fuck, Rafe?” Your voice wavered, watery and dejected. The anger had not yet disappeared from his veins, clouding his mind as he spoke.

“He was touching you. I told you, Maybank needs to learn not to touch what’s not his.”

“And I told you to trust me! I told you to leave my friends alone! You almost killed him, Rafe.”

Silence. He’d never heard you yell before, never heard anger come from your angelic lips. But what he noticed the most was the fear. Fear of him, of what he is. He couldn’t speak, but you wouldn’t allow him to stay silent.

“Rafe, fucking look at me!” You took his head in your hands, tilting it up to meet your eyes. Rafe wanted to crumble at the look on your face. It wasn’t just disappointment that swam in your eyes. Sadness, fear, anger, they all were there too, but one was more prominent than the others. Disgust.

“You’re high,” You stated, releasing his head and taking a few steps back.

“What did you want me to do, huh? I couldn’t even talk to you about it! I couldn’t walk up to you and say ‘excuse me, can I cut in? I want to dance with my girlfriend.’ No, because you want to hide. This wouldn’t have happened if you had just come with me!”

“So this is my fault now? I didn’t shove the cocaine up your nose and make you beat the living hell out of my friend!”

“Maybe not, but if you had just listened to me, we wouldn’t be here! Maybe, if you weren’t friends with those dirty fucking Pogues, we would be happy!” Your glare sent a knife right through his heart.

“Those dirty Pogues are my family! And if you’re calling them dirty, then you’re calling me dirty too. Just because you deemed me worthy of your Kookness doesn’t change who I am, where I come from!” You sniffle, looking down at your feet.

“But that’s just it, isn’t it? That’s what it comes down to, Kooks and Pogues. Maybe this is my fault, maybe if I wasn’t so scared of losing you, of losing my friends because of some stupid rivalry, it would be okay. But that’s not how it works here. You will always be a Kook and I will always be a Pogue and there will always be some impossible gap between us that, not matter how hard he try to cross it, we will always fall to the bottom.

“And I hate it, because I…I love you, Rafe.” His heart breaks at the way your voice quivers around those words he had been so desperate to hear. He wants to reach out to you, hold you, kiss you, scream at you, anything. But he’s frozen to the spot, a lump forming in his throat as you move closer to him.

“I love you, but I don’t think we can do this. There will always be something.”

You will always find a way to disappoint. They weren’t your words, no, but they were close. There would always be something for Rafe to fuck up.

“I love you, Rafe. I’m sorry…” You trailed off, hand lingering on his bicep before disappearing, walking back towards the party and away from him.

Rafe stood there, still frozen. Some part of him was shouting at him, begging him to go after you. Don’t lose her, you can’t lose her! But the other part of him, the part that screamed louder, kept him where he was, far away from you and your heart that he had broken.

Rafe Cameron was a lot of things. Rafe Cameron was an asshole. Rafe Cameron was a disappointment. Rafe Cameron was an idiot. Rafe Cameron was an addict. But, most of all, Rafe Cameron was loved, and he had fucked it all up.

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caliboyjaeffrey · 7 years ago

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Cherry Bomb (Taeyong x Reader)

Rating: M

(A/N) OOPS! I DID IT AGAIN!!!! I GAVE YOU A SMUT, I WROTE ANOTHER ONE...OH BABY, BABY! Anyway, here’s some yummy retro Taeyong smutty goodness. A little short and sweet, but definitely gets its point across if you know what mean :^)))))))))) Enjoy!

It felt weird walking into an arcade, having not visited one since when you were younger. The welcoming sounds of heavily synthesized music, trigger clicks, and the smacking of big plastic buttons brought back a wave of nostalgia and made you smile as you peered over the shoulders of people playing. There were no kids in sight though, just people around your age who laughed and joked, drank, reminiscing in their childhood. You'd been coerced into going to a twenty one and older event at the local vintage arcade that had just opened down the street from your apartment. People were going bananas of the shiny restored arcade machines, vintage interior, and nostalgic music.

The sounds of city traffic were drowned out as you ventured in deeper, looking around for your pink haired boyfriend who had begged you to come along with him in the first place. He was an absolute nut for old arcade games, happily spending all the spare change he could find on Tetris and Pac-man. You thought it was cute, the way his eyes would get so serious when he played, the way he could hardly remember to breath because he was so focused. He brought you along because he really wanted to show you 'the artistic side of classic video games,' and you couldn't really say no after bursting out laughing and accidentally hurting his feelings. You wanted to make it up to him. Turning down another row of games, you found him standing at a machine that exchanged bills for coins, inserting a ten dollar note as soon as you snuck up on him. He jumped when you grabbed his sides, fingers ticklish, "Boo!" He gasped and whirled around, eyes landing on your mischievous gaze while his petal soft lips set into a pout, "_______...! You know I hate it when you do that-" You cut off his scolding, standing endearingly on tiptoe to give him a quick kiss, squishing his cheeks between your palms, "You always look so cute though." He rolled his eyes, but smiled softly regardless, looking down at your adorable outfit, which payed homage to the golden age of arcades, "You look cuter." He laced his hands around the small of your back as his quarters fell from the machine, the metal banging just a buzz as he returned your kiss. It was too quick and chaste, making you chase his lips as he turned around with a chuckle, collecting his coins, "That wasn't very nice of you." "What do you mean, sweetheart?," he grinned, taking your hand and leading you down a row of games. "My kisses aren't 'very nice'? Maybe I should just-" "Stop," you whined, tugging on his pin bedazzled jean jacket, unable to help yourself but grin at his teasing as well. It made you feel better knowing he wasn't upset at you anymore, you'd been worried the moment you saw him he would be in a bad mood. "Woah," he exclaimed, stopping short as he pivoted on his heel to inspect a machine. "I've never seen one of these in such good condition. I thought they were all trash at this point." You tilted your head at the arcade game, decorated in bright pinks and yellows with pixilated designs of exploding cherries. You read the title as Taeyong tested the joy sticks and buttons, "Cherry Bomb." It was really tucked away in the corner of the arcade, surprisingly not a soul in sight as it was hidden by other much flashier and tall machines. "Do you wanna play?," he asked over his shoulder, looking excited with wide eyes. "It's a two player game." "Sure," you answered, sidling up close to him, the machine not allowing much elbow room between two players. "How do you play?" "If I remember right, you basically drop 'cherry bombs' on the characters underneath," he explained, scanning the directions printed onto the machine where the controls were. "The person with the most points after five minutes wins." "Seems easy enough," you mused, smiling to yourself as you watched your puppy-like boyfriend from the corner of your eye. "Ready?," he asked, fifty cents jingling in the palm of his hand as he looked at you competitively, hand poised over the coin slot. "Yep," you nodded, amused by his usual seriousness when it came to games. Taeyong hated to lose, especially at something he really liked or was good at. With lightning fast hands, Taeyong inserted the coins and jumped back to the controls, leaning in with intense focus as the game counted down to the start. Just like that, the arcade game started, catchy 8-bit music beeping happily as you dropped bomb after bomb on the tiny walking pixel people. You got good at it rather quickly, getting the hang of it and actually enjoying the simple game as you gained point after point. But as much as you thought you were doing good, Taeyong was better, racking up points easily as he bumped his hip playfully with yours. "Hey," you chided, grinning from ear to ear as you bumped him back. "Don't try and distract me." "That wasn't meant to distract you," he smirked, dark eyes never leaving the screen. "If I really wanted to distract you I would do something like this." You squeaked with surprise as you saw Taeyong's hand leave one of the buttons and slip up the back of your skirt, squeezing your ass over your panties. He laughed when he heard you, your face heating up as he continued to feel you up, snapping the band of your panties playfully as he stopped paying attention to the game. You glanced up at his score in disbelief, seeing how far ahead he was from you as you continued to play furiously, "Asshole." "Excuse me?," he asked, smirking like a cat as he leaned down and nuzzled into your neck. "Is that any way to speak to your boyfriend who is being so nice?" "Feeling me up in a public place wouldn't be on the top of my 'Why my Boyfriend is Nice' list," you retorted, eyebrows furrowing as you tried not to get distracted by his wandering hands and lips attached to your neck. "You're so mean to me," he pouted fakely, moving behind you so that his hips pressed you into the arcade machine from behind. If someone walked by, it would look like he was simply back hugging you, "You're breaking my heart, _________." "Taeyong," you whined, feeling his semi-hard cock press into your lower back as his other hand wandered to the front, pulling your skirt up. "Not here." "Why not?," he asked, hand not stopping as it slipped past the waistband of your panties. You gasped when he slid a finger into your folds, dipping in to feel how soaked you were. Smirking, he bent down with his lips close to your ear, voice low, "When you're this wet for me I don't think I can help myself." You let out a a weak moan at his words, pressing your back into his chest as he stroked your folds languidly, "Ah, wait." You released the controls and gripped the edge of the arcade machine when his finger found your clit, rubbing you in lazy circles as your thighs quivered. "Why'd you stop?," he asked, finger pulling away from your sensitive bundle of nerves. "Keep playing." As soon as your hands made contact with the joystick and the buttons, Taeyong continued to touch you, mouth whispering the worst of the worst as you tried to finish the game. The minutes were now seconds as the game counted down fifty seconds, but with the way Taeyong was rubbing your clit hard made your eyes roll to the back of your head. A surprise orgasm was sneaking up on your as your head lolled back against his shoulder, the knot in your stomach tightening as your hips rutted into his fingers when he slipped two in. "You're so good," he groaned, a hand teasing up your body to squeeze your breast. "Don't come until the game is done." "B-but, I'm about to-," you cried out softly, words incoherent as the pleasure of Taeyong's fingers left you a mewling mess. Words could no longer form from your tongue as you made weak sounds of pleasure, eyes practically crossing from the feeling of Taeyong finger fucking you. "Fifteen seconds," he murmured, biting down on your shoulder hard enough to make you cry out rather loudly, thankfully the music drowned you out. "When I finish counting down from ten, then you can come. Understand?" You could barely nod as his voice dropped an octave, "Ten." "Nine." "Eight." "Seven." "Taeyong, please! I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come-" "Six" "Five." "Four." "Three." "Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, please...!" "Two." "One," he groaned, feeling your walls tighten around his fingers, your entire body stiffening as your orgasm ripped through your body. You couldn't even call out his name as a strangled moan left your throat, fingers squeezing the joystick of the arcade game so tightly your knuckles turned white. "Look at you," he moaned, cheek resting on you shoulder so he could watch your eyebrows knit together and tears pool in your eyes as the pleasure overtook your body. "Such a good girl." After what felt like ages, you felt your pulsating nerves relax and your walls unclench as Taeyong slipped his fingers out, bringing them to your mouth, "Would you look at that, you beat me." You saw the game chime your victory in a little 8-bit tune as your score was flashed up on the screen in bright pink colors, a new high score. You sucked on his fingers dutifully, swirling your tongue around them and savoring your taste as he smirked, "I think I want a rematch. If I can beat your high score, you gotta do something for me." Popping his fingers from your mouth, you dropped to the floor, eyes still hazy with lust as you tugged on his belt, "Why wait for round two when I can just give you your prize now?" As you worked on his belt, Taeyong wove his fingers through your hair, licking his lips as he murmured, "If you insist." You could still feel your release trickling down your inner thighs as you popped open the button and fly of his jeans, smirking, "Absolutely. Now," you ordered, pulling his throbbing cock from his jeans and lumping it experimentally in your hand. "Get to playing."

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