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— YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW MY NAME

sophia laforteza x fem!reader

synopsis: you're a loner at school with your limited friends. sophia's the popular girl. you never wanted to talk to her, but unfortunately, when she spots you alone in the music room, you're forced to speak to her.

warnings/tags: language

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You didn’t have a lot of friends since your first year in college. To be honest, you never had a lot of friends. You stuck to yourself and didn’t like getting wrapped up with other people. It took some time for you to trust anybody, and you weren’t one to strike up a conversation with a random person. But, you had your little group that you were always with. They were good friends to you, and the only real ones you’ve ever had, even if their chaoticness was a handful at times.

“Dude, I will die if I have to take another test this week!”

You roll your eyes at Intak’s complaining he’s been doing for the past ten minutes while you sit on the field’s bleachers with him, Sunghoon, and Daniela. “Maybe if you studied you wouldn’t struggle so hard,” You retort, looking down at your notebook.

“I do study!” Intak exclaims.

You look up from your notebook to shoot a look at your friend, being able to spot his lie easily. “Yeah, sure,” You say sarcastically, rolling your eyes.

“It’s not that hard to study, Intak,” Sunghoon says but is looking at his camera as he listens to you three.

“You guys just don’t understand how hard it is for people like us,” Daniela speaks up from her position laying on the bleachers with sunglasses on.

You and Sunghoon side-eye Daniela at her words, but neither of you says anything.

“Yeah! Sporty people are not good at school!” Intak crosses his arms over his chest. “It’s not our fault we’re good at being athletic!”

“Dude, you’re lame,” You respond with another eye roll.

“Athletes are not lame!” Daniela exclaims, raising one of her arms and pointing in the air.

“Then why are you two never with your teams or the popular group?” You look up from your notebook as you speak.

“Well!” Intak starts but ends up saying nothing. “Okay, so what?! We’re friends!”

“Whatever,” You shake your head.

“Don’t be like that, Yn! You’re just like us!” Daniela sits up and wraps her arm over your shoulders. “Whether you wanna admit it or not, we’re all a bunch of fucking losers, and that’s okay! We don’t need to be like those annoying popular people.”

“Yeah!” Intak smiles. “Plus, have you tried making friends outside of us? It’s hard as hell! People suck at this school!”

You have to hold yourself back from rolling your eyes for the third time in five minutes, just nodding your head along to what they’re saying. “Right, right. I know,” You sigh. You look at the time on your watch and sigh again. “I gotta get to class,” You tell the three, standing up from your seated position on the bleachers.

“Boooooo!” Intak and Daniela both say as soon as you get up and start grabbing your things.

“Oh shut up,” You tell them, swinging your bag over your shoulder. “Maybe if you two actually went to class you wouldn’t always react that way when I go to mine.”

“Oh c’mon!” Intak whines, falling backward and lying on the bleachers. “Class is so boring!”

“Whatever,” You scoff while shaking your head.

Sunghoon finally looks up from his camera and spots a group of people starting to walk in your direction, and he looks back at the three of you. “I think now would be a good time to start leaving anyway. Look who just showed up,” He says, nodding his head over to where the people were.

All three of you, not so discretely look over to where Sunghoon nodded his head to see a group of four start walking up the bleachers. You can immediately recognize them, and it’s evident in the way your face contorts that you don’t like seeing them here. The most popular friend group in the school, the ones who could do whatever they wanted, the ones who could wrap others around their fingers. Except, the four of you didn’t give two shits about them. Or, that’s what you thought, at least. You and Intak were the ones to care the least, seeing as his team essentially shunned him for not wanting to hang out with the popular group, and you simply didn’t care. You were never one to care about the popular groups in all your years of school. You liked staying out of everything and not nearing the spotlight. You were okay with your few trustworthy friends rather than lots of friends who didn’t give a shit about you. You were fine without getting involved with them. You didn’t want to be near them.

The group of four sits down a distance away from you all, and you can see Intak’s eyes narrow as he watches them.

“What are they even doing out here?” Intak asks.

“Probably skipping class,” Daniela answers, crossing her arms over her chest. “I’m out of here. I’m not getting caught up in no bullshit right now.” She stands up and grabs her bag, slinging it over her shoulder.

“Same,” Intak nods, doing the same as Daniela.

“Are you coming, Hoon?” Daniela asks Sunghoon.

Sunghoon shakes his head. “No, I need a few pictures for my assignment, so I’ll stay out here,” He answers, looking down at his camera.

“Are you serious?” Intak inquires. “Dude, you can go anywhere else and do that, why stay here?”

“I’m waiting for the Cheer team to practice,” Sunghoon lies, but none of you realize it.

“Okay…” Intak’s voice trails off. “Yn, do you wanna walk to class?” He changes his gaze towards you.

“Sure,” You nod. You can assume there's a specific reason he’s asking you this, but you can’t tell what it is.

“All right, see ya guys,” Intak gives Sunghoon and Daniela a fist bump before starting to walk down the bleachers with you.

As soon as you two make it off the bleachers and onto the cement ground, Intak looks over at you.

“Hoon was totally lying, right?” He asks.

“What?” You look at him with confusion. “About what?”

“Waiting for the cheer team to practice,” Intak says. “The cheer team doesn't even have practice today.”

“What are you trying to say? That he was lying to us?” You question. You don’t understand where he’s trying to lead with this, and it’s evident by the expression on your face.

“Obviously he was lying to us,” Intak answers. “The real question is why was he?”

You shrug your shoulders. “How the hell would I know?”

“Yn, seriously,” Intak stops to open the door back inside the building for you. “We don’t lie to each other, that’s like, our whole thing.”

“Okay Eleven from Stranger Things,” You roll your eyes, patting his shoulder as a thanks and walking inside the school.

“I’m serious Yn!” Intak retorts, following after you and letting the door close behind him. “Hoon doesn’t lie to us!”

You shrug for a second time, looking over at Intak. “Why are you so pressed about it? I’m sure it was nothing.” You wave your hand around.

“I don’t think so,” Intak mumbles. “Yn, don’t you-”

You stop in front of your class, putting your hand on Intak’s chest to silence him. “Intak, it’s fine. I’m sure it was nothing, seriously. I’ll see you at lunch?” You say.

Intak lets out an exasperated sigh before nodding his head. “Yeah,” He says.

“Okay,” You send a small smile his way before going into your class.

…

You ended up staying in your class during lunch. Intak had come by asking if you were going to leave anytime soon, and you told him you were stressing over this project so you were staying there until the next period started. He told you he would bring you food later, and he had yet to, so you sat in the music room at the piano, looking over what you made.

You took a deep breath, putting your hands over the keys before starting to play. The project was to create a new version of a song that was randomly chosen, and the song you got was Blinding Lights by The Weeknd. You didn’t particularly like the song when you listened to it, but you knew exactly how to work with it to make it a slower, piano-based song. Little did you realize, that someone was heading towards the room. You didn’t even hear the door open and close, continuing to play the song until the end.

Suddenly, someone behind you started clapping and you jumped, turning around and freezing in your spot at the sight of who it was. Sophia Laforteza. You probably looked like a deer in headlights, silently staring as she smiled at you.

“That was really good,” She says once she stops clapping. “Is it for the end-of-semester project?” She asks.

“Thanks,” You reply awkwardly. You nod your head at her question. “Yeah, it’s a piano version of Blinding Lights,” You answer.

“Wow, a much better song than what I got for it,” Sophia chuckles. “I got Bohemian Rhapsody.”

“Mm,” You hum, nodding your head. You were confused as to why she was talking to you, considering she had never even glanced in your direction before. You knew of her, of course. She was one of the most popular girls on campus, everyone knew who she was that went to this school. “Why are you here?” You ask deadpan.

“Well, honestly, I was walking down the hall and heard the music so my curiosity took over I suppose,” She answers, a sheepish smile on her face. “Are you majoring in Music?”

“Yep,” You nod your head.

“You’re not much of a talker, are you?” She questions, but there’s no condescension behind her voice that you can tell of. She sounds as if she’s being genuine in her question.

“Not really,” You end up saying with a shrug. “Not to the popular people, at least,” You add without thinking.

Sophia’s smile falters for a split second before it’s back. “Ah, I see,” She responds. “You know me, then?”

“Doesn’t everyone?” You sigh. “Sophia Laforteza, straight A’s, most popular girl at this school, teacher’s favorites, blah, blah, blah,” You swing your legs over the other side of the stool you’re sitting on to face her.

Sophia seemingly isn’t fazed by your words, the smile still on her face as she nods her head. “Well, I guess you’re not wrong,” She says. “I-”

“Look,” You cut her off before she starts talking again, grabbing your papers and putting them in your bag. “If you’re trying to accomplish something here, it’s not going to work. Because, with full offense, I don’t care.” You sling your bag over your shoulder and stand up. “Go find someone else to bother.” You start walking past her, not bothering to look at her as you do so.

“I never caught your name, y’know!” She says as you reach the door.

You don’t respond, leaving the room and heading down the hall in search of your friends.

…

“Are you serious? That’s how it turned out? You couldn’t even get her to say her name?”

“Super lame.”

“It's not my fault!” Sophia slams her hands down on the table. “You guys literally gave me the worst possible person!”

“Duh, that's the whole point,” Lara responds.

“Ugh!” Sophia groans dramatically.

“Don’t complain, you’re the one who agreed to this,” Jay says, looking at his phone as he talks. “Like Lara said, the whole point was to choose the worst person.”

“Shouldn’t it be easy for you anyway?” Manon questions. “You’re the one who claimed you could pull anyone.”

“Okay well,” Sophia tries to think of an answer before groaning again. “Jay, can’t you just ask one of your friends if they know anything?”

Jay glances up from his phone to look at Sophia. “Who the hell would I know that would know something about her? I have tons of friends, but none of them hang out with losers,” he answers.

“Great,” Sophia mutters under her breath.

“Y’know who you could ask,” Manon starts, leaning forward. “The center of the soccer team, his name is Intak or something. They’re always together, you should ask him.”

“Center of the soccer team?” Sophia repeats, trying to remember if she knew the boy or not. “Oh my god, you mean the guy that’s like, shunned from the team?” she asks.

“Yeah,” Manon nods.

Sophia thinks about it for a moment before speaking again.

“When does the team practice next?”

…

After the odd interaction with the most popular girl at the school, you managed to find Intak fairly fast by nearly running into him. Now, the two of you were heading to the bleachers outside to find Sunghoon and Daniela.

“Oh, by the way, I have something to tell you,” You say to Intak as he opens the door to outside for you.

“Something good?” Intak asks, following you outside.

“Eh,” You shrug your shoulders. To be honest, you didn’t know what you would call it. It wasn’t good, but it wasn’t exactly bad either. It was just…odd to you. Which is why you had to talk about it with them as soon as you saw them.

“Hey guys!” Intak waves as soon as you two step onto the lowest set of the bleachers in front of the field once he spotted the other two.

“Yn! You had us waiting here forever!” Daniela exclaims dramatically.

“Sorry,” You say as you sit down. “I was held up by someone.”

“The teacher?” The latina questions.

“No,” You shake your head. “Sophia was talking to me.”

All three of your friends stop what they’re doing and turn to stare at you with wide eyes.

“Laforteza?”

“What did she want?”

“Oh my god she didn’t do anything did she?”

“Calm down!” You raise your hands up in defense. “It was a normal conversation. It was still weird though.”

“Did she just show up randomly?” Sunghoon asks.

“She said she heard the music and decided to see what it was,” You answer with a shrug.

“Bullshit,” Daniela says. “The walls are literally soundproof. She had to have seen you and then decided to go in.”

“Yeah,” Intak agrees, opening a soda and handing it to you. “But, why would she even talk to you? She’s never even looked in our direction before.”

“I dunno,” You shrug again, taking the soda and sipping from it. “It’s just weird. I mean, that they were on the bleachers with us before lunch and suddenly she shows up to the music room for no reason?”

“It’s definitely odd,” Sunghoon nods. “Maybe it’s nothing, though.”

“Uh-uh,” Daniela shakes her head. “There has to be a reason. It’s too weird otherwise.”

“Well, maybe we shouldn’t worry about it! What did you even say, Yn?” Intak looks over at you.

“She kept trying to talk to me but I didn’t really respond,” You answer. “I don’t think she even knows my name.”

“Let’s keep it that way,” Daniela tells you. “Getting involved with the popular group isn’t something we do. Just hope this is a one-time thing.”

“Yeah,” You nod. “I hope so.”

…

After finishing your last class of the day, it was already dark outside by the time you stepped out of the main building. You could feel the humidity in the air and assumed it was going to rain sooner than later, meaning you should probably start on your way to your dorm before it starts. You never brought an umbrella anyways. That being said, the second you step out from under the overpass, you feel a wet droplet hit your head. Great.

With a sigh, you put the hood of your hoodie over your head and start walking to your dorm which was across the campus. The rain progressively gets worse the further you walk, the wind not helping as you start to freeze past your thin hoodie and pants you were wearing. You hear someone’s voice from afar but don’t pay much attention to it, not thinking they are talking to you. Until you stop feeling the rain hit you.

You freeze completely, glancing up through your hair and seeing an umbrella now above your head, and when you turn your head to see who is holding it, your eyes widen.

“I was calling for you, y’know,” Sophia says to you, a small smile on her face.

“Oh,” You let out. “Sorry, I didn’t think you were talking to me,” You respond.

“It’s okay,” She replies. “Are you heading back to your dorm?” She asks.

“Yeah,” You nod, awkwardly shifting on your feet.

“Want me to walk you back?” Sophia offers.

You’re shocked by her question, and you’re sure it’s evident on your face the way your jaw hangs open slightly before you quickly shut it. You don’t know what to say. Say no you can practically hear Daniela’s voice telling you as you contemplate what to do. Your eyes meet Sophia’s for the first time, and you try to see if there’s an ulterior motive behind her eyes, but you can’t seem to find one. The word comes out easier than you thought it would. “Sure,” You eventually answer.

The smile on Sophia’s face grows wider when you accept her offer. “Lead the way, then,” She says.

You don’t realize the smile growing on your own face just at the sight of seeing hers, and there’s a weird feeling in your chest as you absentmindedly stare. You’re shaken out of it by a breeze hitting you, and you quickly spin on your feet and start walking to your dorm again, now with Sophia by your side holding the umbrella above the both of you.

“So,” Sophia starts, a hesitant tone in her voice that you notice. “Sorry if I freaked you out by showing up randomly earlier today.”

“What?” You glance over at her, not believing the words coming from her. “Oh, it’s fine. I just- I was just surprised, is all.” You aren’t sure why you’re so nervous all of a sudden, but it’s clearly obvious by the way you’re responding. While you do get nervous when talking to other people who aren’t your main group of friends, you never got like this. That was a fact. You don’t even know why it’s happening now. But, you can’t think of it for too long until Sophia talks again.

“How long have you been into music?”

You were taken aback by her question, expecting something else to come out of her mouth instead. You don't know what, but anything else. “My whole life, I guess,” You answer after a while. “I’ve always liked music, I mean. I don't know.”

Sophia nods, her eyes not leaving you as she walks next to you. “I get that. I’m the same way.”

“Really?” You say before you think.

“Yeah,” She nods again, moving some of her hair out of her face. “I mean, I’ve always been into music, but I only started wanting to make it when I was in middle school. Then I decided to major in it. It's fun, other majors are boring.”

You nod, a little giggle coming from you at her last words. “That's true, I guess. My friend is majoring in Photography and he swears up and down it's not boring but I know he's lying.”

Sophia’s eyes light up at the sound of your giggle, she wants to hear it more. She’s never really looked in your direction before, but as she walks beside you, her gaze hasn't left you for one second, like she's taking all of your features in before you run off and likely never talk to her again. She doesn't want that to happen, though. For you to run off after speaking to her. Your hair is bunching out the sides of your hood, and she has to fight the urge to push a strand out of your eyes knowing what your reaction would be. “You have uh- a-” She says, suddenly stammering over her words when you look over at her.

“What?” You question. You can see her other hand hesitantly moving, barely catching it out of the corner of your eye, and you raise an eyebrow at her. “You good?”

“Yep!” Sophia quickly looks away and in front of her, stopping in front of the building. “Well, I won’t be a creep and follow you to your dorm so I’ll leave you here,” she adds swiftly, closing her umbrella and holding it over to you.

You stop walking when she does, standing under the roof as you look at her confused when she holds the umbrella out. “What’re you doing?”

“You never have an umbrella. You can use this one,” Sophia replies, her hand still holding outward.

You bite your tongue to keep yourself from saying something you know would ruin this, instead just slowly taking the umbrella, your fingers grazing against hers that makes a new feeling shoot through you as you quickly retract your hand. “Well- uhm- thanks for uh walking me back a-and this,” You struggle to get out.

“It's no problem,” Sophia shakes her head while smiling. “Don't worry about it.” There's a moment of silence between you two before she speaks up again. “I’ll see you around? Maybe?” She says in a hopeful tone.

There's no hesitation when you answer this time. Maybe it's the hopeful tone in her voice. Or it's the smile on her face that you've seen countless times but this time it's directed towards you instead of someone else. Either way, a smile is on your face as you respond. “Yeah, maybe.”

You turn and open the door, glancing back at Sophia who’s still standing there. “My name is Yn, by the way, in case you were still wondering,” You say before entering the building and leaving Sophia standing outside in the rain watching you leave her sight. She stood there for a minute or two before walking away, likely going to get sick later, but she didn’t mind. She was just one step closer to her goal. As long as you wouldn’t find out, everything would be fine.

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urfavleo777 · 11 months ago

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warnings: age gap, tattoo artist! colby x reader, alcohol

"Angel's wings!" your best friend exclaims, speaking completely seriously. Your other friend approves, clapping her hands eagerly. "Get them tattooed!"

You almost choke on your drink when you hear how seriously Katrina gives you a new idea for your first tattoo. If someone told you that friendship between three people doesn't exist, you would laugh at them. The three of you are living proof that it's not the number of people in the group that matters, but the love that exists between you. Each of you is different, but that is the most beautiful thing. There is nothing worse than boredom and monotony in friendship.

"Come on, you'll be eighteen in an hour. Do something that will make you happy, not your parents." Sophia, usually the voice of reason, tries to convince you.

You don't know if it's the alcohol you just drank, but in a split second you undergo an internal transformation. You'll be of age in an hour. No one will be able to lecture you. Even your parents who, instead of spending this birthday time with their daughter, decided to go to the mountains. At first you reacted with sadness, but over time you were glad that the situation had turned out this way because you could invite your two favorite girls over for the night.

Katrina and Sophia look at you with impatient eyes, encouraging you to make a quick decision. You take a deep breath, tilting your head back. As pathetic as it sounds, you try your hardest to get advice from the ceiling.

You look back at your waiting friends. They send drunken glances your way, which only reinforces the fact that you must probably look like one of them at this point. Sophia and Katarina's eyes widen. Something unexpected is about to happen; something that will change the course of history forever.

Katarina clenches her fists like a true boxing legend, preparing for the worst possible scenario. With each subsequent inhalation, you feel even more excitement and arousal wash over you. You open your mouth to announce the official verdict.

"If not now, never, right?"

After saying these words, you're crushed under the bodies of these two freaks. And, you swear to yourself that if your parents had been home, after all those squeals of happiness, you would have ended up under a bridge.

"The best decision you've ever made, Y/n! I'm so proud," Sophia squeals excitedly, and Katrina joins in. You realize that you still hold the glass in your hand. You hiss, knowing that you'll definitely need to change the sheets of your bed after tonight. "Don't worry about it! Let's go to the tattoo artist!"

"Now?" you keep mumbling under their bodies.

Katrina and Sophia step away from you, exchanging meaningful glances with each other. You are finally able to catch your breath, but you don't really understand what they're trying to tell you.

"Yes. Now." Sophia grins. "Katrina, are you thinking about the same person as me?"

The friend nods her head in response, also with a big grin on her face.

"Oh, yeah! The handsomest, hottest and most expensive tattoo artist in town," she starts counting and you wonder why you've never heard of him before. "Y/n, we guarantee you the best fucking fun."

"Let's fucking do this!" They both squeal, grabbing your hands and pulling you out of the bed.

***

"You guys didn't even give me a chance to change clothes!"

You are wearing a black body suit and really low rise jeans so people on the street can see a bit of skin, which makes you feel a little uncomfortable.

"You look great." Sophia assures you and Katrina nods to her. Well, they're wearing perfectly balanced sweaters compared to you. They decided to make you the main star without outshining you with clothes. You feel like standing out of the crowd, which you don't like very much.

"Do you think this tattoo artist will accept us without prior consultation?" you ask, genuinely curious. "Maybe we should call him? We'd better get back home..."

"Relax, Y/n," you turn into a street you've probably never been to. Katrina tries to convince you, but with each step you take, you become less and less sure. Even though your parents have well-paid jobs, they usually don't let you hang around the rich districts. They would be disappointed if they knew that while they were away their daughter was getting a tattoo, not really knowing where.

"You said he was an expensive tattoo artist. I don't think I want to spend money this way." You continue, feeling the alcohol drain from you. You regain consciousness and regret saying yes to your friends. "Maybe we should really turn back?"

"Y/n," you stop in front of a building emanating LED light. The girls move closer to you and one of them puts a hand on your shoulder. Sophia, the fucking voice of reason, says:

"He is my brother's friend. They have been friends since childhood. He practiced on my brother, making the first patterns. He would never take money from me or my friends. We are always out of line. Trust me, you're in good hands."

"He was the one who gave me that big tattoo you liked so much," finishes Katrina.

You sigh, trying to convince yourself first and foremost. Sophia pulls out her phone and brings it closer to your face.

The first thing that catches your eye are the huge white numbers on the screen. What's more, they don't seem blurry at all. You must be really sober. You take a deep breath, recalling the quote of your favorite teacher in your head.

12:00. Carpe diem.

"It's time to go fucking crazy, Y/n."

***

"Sophia? What's for today?" It’s a male voice. Raspy, yet soft. The sound of it makes you whip your head over to your friends, but you're trying to stay calm. He lets out a heavy sigh before humming to himself in thought. Only after a while he notices that Sophia is not alone. "And who is this?"

"Hello, Colby. Meet Y/n, your new client."

And the way he shakes your hand is firm but gentle, not as hard as you think it'd be given the size of his biceps probably are larger than your head. But then he softly grips your elbow and guides you into the chair with a hand on your back. "Don't worry, I don't bite."

"Well, I thought I would have to convince you.. longer."

You flush a little under his gaze because he's noticed how you're shaking like a leaf next to him. And the way he smiles indicates he might enjoy biting you anyways... and maybe you'd let him.

"I was just about to close, but you know perfectly well that I will always make an exception for you, Sophia." Your friend smiles at his words.

"So, what are we doing tonight?" he focuses all his attention on you. You swallow, not really knowing what to answer. Katrina decides to save your ass from total embarrassment.

"Angel's wings."

He looks like he's about to roll his eyes.

"Seriously, I can't count how many girls asked me for the exact same pattern. Try something more creative."

"I'd like to stick with the wings, please. In a place invisible to the eye."

"Getting a tattoo so you don't show it to anyone? How old are you anyway?"

"Eighteen." He doesn't look convinced. With one movement of your hand, you pull your ID from your back pocket. Colby, as you can guess, surprised by the concrete, grabs the ID in his hand and looks at it carefully.

"She's so young." When he talks about you in the third person, something happens to you. "Are you sure you want those fucking wings?"

"Come on, Colby. You did this to my brother many times." Sophia interjects. "Don't ruin her birthday."

"Ah, yes. Happy birthday or something." You can tell he’s in a good mood based on the playful amusement in his voice.

"Thanks," you hang your head.

"We have to do something about her shyness." he turns to your friends.

"Maybe wings between her tits? I bet no girl has ever asked for this," suggests Katrina. You almost choke on your saliva. You want to get up from that chair and run out.

"That sounds perfect." His voice is sweet with a touch of flirtiness, and you swear you can hear the smile in it. "What do you think, Y/n?"

"There's no way I'm going to show you my tits." You take courage. Colby laughs loudly. He clearly takes pleasure in your attitude and shakes his head, leaning in to watch you.

"It's your choice." You bite at your lip instead of answering him.

"Come on, Y/n. We won't look either." Katrina says and Sophia nods.

You've already succumbed to them once in a while. Nothing will stop you from doing it again.

The girls send you their last kisses. After a while, it's just you and your tattoo artist left in the room.

***

You're honestly glad when the uncomfortable silence is drowned out by the song "Ultraviolence" by Lana Del Rey. You asked to simply turn on the radio, but you were surprised when Colby asked you for the title. What was even weirder was when he used the fucking vinyl of one of your favorite albums instead of Spotify.

He hums to himself. "Those are nice."

You got rid of your bra. No one has ever complimented your boobs, but you smile slightly, burying your face in your hands.

He gives you a little wink before stenciling what you had in mind, his fingertips tracing the lines of the ink that leaves goosebumps across your skin.

There's a lingering feeling as he pulls his hand back. You think he's toying with you. Frightful little thing, you are and here he is wanting to play with his pretty little client. Next thing you know, his hand is around your throat.

You tense and realize that he has moved some of your hair to the other side to give more access to the space between your tits. It definitely could have been done easier and better, but the twinkle in his eyes said he did it on purpose. Oh yes, he was definitely having fun with you. The way his hand barely grazed your throat and the side of your neck before he would gently scratch your arm with his blunt nails and pull away.

He let's out a huff of quiet laughter and then gets his tools ready. "So, y/n, you have a safeword?"

And you're brought out of your thoughts about his large hands because... "Huh?"

"A safeword. It's big."

W..what's big? You can't stop your eyes from flitting down to his thighs and what may lie between them. He laughs and shifts so your eyes are instantly back up and staring at his eyes that glimmer in amusement.

"The tattoo, I mean. It's a big piece. Need to know if it'll be too much, yeah?"

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dixons-sunshine · 6 months ago

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Holding On To You | Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Summary: Despite not being too keen on PDA, Daryl craved comfort too. He got that comfort by holding your hand in his. It wasn't always that simple, though. He had to work his way up to being comfortable with that. Luckily, you were a patient person.

Or, three different scenarios in where the archer shows progress in his comfort with you.

Genre: Fluff.

Era: Pre-prison (on the road); pre-Alexandria; Alexandria, pre Saviour arc.

Warnings: Swearing, migraines, mentions of injuries.

Word count: 2.1k

A/n: @louifaith, the muse you are, feeding our Daryl obsessed minds with your beautifully crafted scenarios. I wasn't feeling well today (a migraine and I was pretty dizzy) and didn't get much writing done, but this idea deserved to be written. There's a bit of Eugene slander in this but it's because I don't really like S5 Eugene. He's way better in the other seasons imo. Anyways, I hope you like this!

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The cruelty of life seemed endless. With the stability and safety of the farm being something of the past, having to scavenge for scraps and having to move from house to house every few days, and with the impending arrival of Lori's little baby, everyone's spirits were diminished. Everyone longed for the comfort the farm brought for those few weeks you had all been looking for Sophia, everyone wanted a decent meal to satiate their hunger and although Lori's unborn baby was a reminder that innocence still existed, it was also a cruel reminder that you all needed to find someplace to plant some roots, and fast—especially if you didn't want to attract the dead with the baby's loud crying.

You sighed softly as you quietly followed behind Daryl, yours and his boots making clear tracks in the deep snow. The archer, as observant as ever, noticed your shift in mood and turned his head, eyeing you carefully.

“Ya alrigh'?” he questioned, turning his attention back to the tracks in front of him. Your relationship was pretty new, only having been "officially" together since the two of you had shared a kiss back after the fall of the farm.

You nodded, although he couldn't see you. “I'm fine.”

Daryl hummed, unconvinced. “Yer not fine. I know ya better than tha'.”

Your lips twitched up into a smile, walking a little faster to walk next to him. Daryl slowed his pace slightly to allow you to walk next to him at a steady pace, eyeing you as you adjusted your compound bow over your shoulder—a gift he had gotten you when you had mentioned wanting to learn how to hunt.

“I'm fine, I promise. I'm just tired, that's all,” you replied reassuringly, walking almost shoulder to shoulder with your partner.

Daryl shot you a worried look, fully prepared to head back. “If yer tired, we can go back. This trail ain't leadin' us anywhere, anyway.”

“I don't mean tired in the literal sense,” you corrected. “I'm just tired of all this moving around. Not knowing what our next meals going to be, if we even eat at all, not knowing when our current camp's going to be overrun with walkers, not knowing when Lori's baby's going to be here... It's mentally exhausting. We all need a break.”

Daryl nudged his nose up in a nod. “Yeah,” he agreed. “We could do with a couple' of days where we ain't gotta worry.”

Before you could respond, there was a snap of a twig ahead of the two of you. Instinctively, you and Daryl raised your respective weapons in the direction of the noise, expecting to find a walker staggering towards you. However, instead of coming face to face with danger, you saw a small deer walking over to something in the distance.

Daryl raised his crossbow, aiming to take the shot. However, your hand on his arm halted his intentions. He shot you a questioning look, but you only hushed him and beckoned for him to follow you. The two of you slowly crept closer, the scene before you becoming clearer. The small deer made its way to what was presumably its mother, nuzzling against her legs.

You smiled softly at the sight. Despite the fall of the world, beauty still remained. Unbeknownst to you, Daryl was thinking the exact same thing at that moment, but he wasn't looking at the deer. He was gazing at you, taking in your radiant smile, the sparkle in your eyes, just everything about you. You truly were beautiful to the archer.

Hesitantly, Daryl brushed his hand against yours. Your smile widened but you made no move to grab his hand, not wanting to scare him off. You moved at his pace, and whether he held your hand at that moment was his decision.

In the end, the only thing he did was link his pinky with yours, and it was a perfect moment for you. In your mind, that was really good progress for a man who wasn't familiar with giving or receiving comfort. You'd wait as long as you needed to for Daryl to be comfortable around you. You'd never push him, never.

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The road seemed endless. You listened to the incessant yapping from one of your newest companions in your group of ragtag survivors, Eugene Porter, and had to resist the urge to tell him to shut up. Despite the euphoria and relief that came with reuniting with your group and having new members that could help you all, you were tired. Not just physically, but mentally, too. It was so much worse this time around than when you were initially on the road two years back. You were sporting a bruised cheek with deep cuts and scrapes littering the rest of your body, and you had a raging migraine.

And Eugene's droning wasn't helping matters at all.

As if sensing your deteriorating resolve at not biting the poor man's head of, Rick finally called for a break. “We rest here for now. We'll get moving again in an hour. Everything you want to do, do it now. Once we move again, we're not stopping until nightfall.”

Everyone soon dispersed, some heading to a nearby creek to refill the water supply, some starting a small fire to heat up some food and some even laying down on the hard ground to get some much needed sleep. You walked over to a tree and slid down against it, resting your head on your knees, willing the migraine away.

You soon heard a rustling next to you, before feeling a body sitting down next to you. You didn't even have to look up to know it was Daryl—the archer's presence was something you had grown used to and you could identify him anywhere.

“Hey,” he greeted you quietly, loosely hugging his knees. “Ya alrigh'?”

You hummed, lifting your head to look at him. “I'm fine,” you replied. “I just have a migraine.”

Daryl nodded, his face showing sympathy for you. “M'sorry we dun' have anythin' fer yer migraine. I know how bad they can get.”

You smiled and shook your head, placing your hand on the ground beside you, right between you and Daryl. “It's okay. It'll go away eventually. It's not that bad, as long as Eugene's quiet.”

Daryl chuckled, eyeing the aforementioned man who was sitting near the campfire. “Yeah, he's quite annoying, ain't he?”

“No, he's alright. He just needs to learn to be quiet from time to time.”

Daryl hummed and quieted down, simply basking in the early afternoon heat under the shade of the tree while the two of you observed the survivors going about their chores. However, Rick soon called for everyone to regroup, and you and Daryl got up to follow behind him.

You and Daryl walked at the back, giving you some semblance of privacy, and some semblance of relief from Eugene's rambling as he was at the front with Abraham and Rosita. Slowly and hesitantly, Daryl moved closer to you and brushed his hand against yours, before slowly interlacing his fingers through yours.

You smiled up at him, and he returned the smile with a small one of his own. It may not have been the first time that you've held hands with the archer, but it was the first time that you've done so with people around. Although Daryl slightly manoeuvred the two of you in a way that your locked hands wouldn't draw attention if people weren't directly looking at you, it was still a big deal for you. He was starting to show you off publicly. Although people back at the prison knew you as "the hunter's girl" because of an incident where a guy flirted with you and Daryl put him in his place, PDA wasn't something they ever saw from the man. He preferred to keep that part of your lives private—so this simple gesture was a big deal.

You squeezed his hand, a gesture you and Daryl had come up with to quietly tell the other "I love you". Daryl smiled softly and squeezed your hand back.

You truly loved this man, and he had shown countless times that he loved you, too.

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“You guys should come over again. This was nice,” Eric told you with a smile, him and Aaron walking out onto the porch with you and Daryl.

You smiled at him and nodded. “We will, especially if you're going to be serving that spaghetti you made again. It was delicious. Seriously, thank you. It's the best meal we've had in a while.”

“No thanks necessary,” Aaron replied, waving you off. “It was our pleasure.”

Daryl nodded, moving to shake Aaron's extended hand. “Thanks. This was a hell of a lot better than tha' party at Deanna's woulda been.”

Aaron nodded and withdrew his hand again, allowing Eric to take his place before moving over to give you a hug. You returned it before giving Eric a hug too, and then pulled back.

“We should get going. Once again, thanks for tonight.”

“Once again, it's our pleasure,” Eric laughed. “Goodnight, guys. We'll see you around.”

“Goodnight,” you greeted them.

“Nigh',” Daryl responded, turning to you and subconsciously extending his hand to you.

You smiled at him but didn't say anything, not wanting him to change his mind about it. You slipped your hand into his and walked with him down the porch steps and into the relatively quiet streets of Alexandria, music from Deanna's party playing very faintly in the background.

You and Daryl didn't instantly go home. You simply walked through the streets, familiarising yourselves with the community. Daryl never let go of your hand; he had even brought your hand up to his lips once to kiss your knuckles, and your heart swelled with love for the man.

The two of you had run into a couple of the people in the community who were returning to their homes after the party, and you had suspected that Daryl would pull his hand from yours, but he never did. His grip on your hand seemed to tighten slightly during your interactions with those people, seeking your comfort around people he didn't know. It made you feel special, important. It made you happy to know that the man you met back at the quarry trusted you enough to bring him comfort.

Later that night, when the two of you returned to the empty house and retreated into the sanctuary of your shared basement, snuggled up together under the covers was when you finally addressed what he had done. Daryl was laying with his head on your chest, absentmindedly tracing shapes and figures onto your hand.

“You held my hand today,” you told him, softly threading your fingers through his freshly washed, brown locks, the shower having been courtesy of your skillful convincing.

“Mhm,” Daryl hummed absentmindedly, nuzzling his face deeper into your chest.

“In front of people,” you said, eyeing his reaction carefully.

Daryl simply glanced up at you, his face not revealing anything. “Ya want me to stop doin' tha'?”

You shook your head. “No, I like it. It's just a little out of the ordinary for you, and it took me by surprise.”

Daryl was quiet for a few moments. “I always wanna hold yer hand when we're walkin' together. I jus' never had the courage to. Dun' want people to overreact when they see it. But, I dunno... I love ya and I'll be damned if I dun' hold my girl's hand 'cause of wha' people think.”

You giggled and kissed the top of Daryl's head. “So I can expect an increase in handholding?”

Daryl nodded. “Yeah.”

You smiled at him. “Good. That's exactly what I wanted to hear. I love you, Dar.”

Daryl placed a kiss to your chest, before laying his head back down. “Love ya more, sunshine.”

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meazalykov · 4 months ago

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invisible string theory

lena oberdorf x uswnt!bayern!reader

part one - part two - part three

another year of your happy relationship goes by when you’re at the world cup with the united states.

in australia, you sat in your hotel room– a little sad that your closest friend, mallory, got injured pretty badly in the game against ireland. she had to get surgery and won’t see the pitch for a very long time.

luckily, you shared a room with your new friend trinity. however, its 6am and she’s in a deep sleep after the late training from the night before.

so, in order to not wake trinity up– you facetimed lena from the bathroom. you stood at the counter and washed your face as the sound of the facetime was waiting for lena to pick up.

yes, its 6am, but lena gave you the rundown of her schedule. she is supposed to wake up at 6 before her national team breakfast at 6:45am

“hallo!” you heard another voice yell as you wiped your face off with a towel. not being able to see for a few seconds, you thought that you accidentally called the wrong person.

however, you wiped your eyes and seen jule on the screen– her usual smile shines as it looks like she is sitting on a patio.

“hey jule! how are you?” you say excitingly. jule being lena’s closest friend at wolfsburg (along with svenindis) you built a good bond with them– even though they’re lena’s friends.

“i’m great. obi is in the bathroom and i heard her phone going off– i ignored it at first but when i saw it was you, i had to answer because i wanted to speak to you.” jule says.

you pout, smiling as you never realized how much lena’s friends adore you for making their friend happy.

“jule i can give you my phone number if you ever want to talk.” you told her.

jule agrees and you give her your phone number to type into her own phone.

after you did that, you heard another voice on facetime.

“jule! i was looking for my phone.” lena laughs.

jule smiles as she’s looking at you on the facetime before lena picks up the phone.

“ohhh! so that’s why you had my phone.” lena sees you and looks over at jule before taking her phone inside their hotel room.

“guten morgen liebe” lena blushes as she sees you putting on eye cream in your hotel bathroom.

“guten morgen liebe” you repeat as you blend in the product into your skin.

one thing lena loved was seeing you do your casual morning/afternoon/night routine while on facetime. she is excited for the day that she can live with you and see it in person.

“you know what today is!?” lena giggles.

today, your country will be facing the netherlands in the second group stage match.

the media had a joke that the netherlands were going to seek revenge on you. not the united states– you.

lena started participating in that joke when she saw it come across her tiktok for you page.

after your goal against them in the last world cup final, the netherlands had a point to prove with you.

“i do know what today is– hopefully we win.” you say as you apply facial moisturizer on your face. lena sits her phone down as she looks at herself through the camera, pulling her hair up to put into a messy bun.

“i hope you do too. you’ll need to win in order to get beaten by us in the final.” lena laughs. you giggle and roll your eyes playfully as you pick your phone up.

unfortunately, that scenario wouldn’t happen.

as you’re sitting in your hotel room watching germany play south korea, your stomach feels like its been on a roller coaster.

your country has already qualified for the round of 16, but lena’s team has to WIN against south korea in order to advance.

you shut your computer dramatically as the whistle blew from the refs. since the stadium is in another area from yours, you couldn’t watch lena with germany unfortunately.

trinity, alyssa, sophia, and savannah look at you with confusion, empathy, and realization when they see you open up your macbook again, watching in horror as germany was eliminated in the group stages.

“germany is eliminated?” sophia asked, they’re aware of your relationship with the german girls due to the club you play at. they’re aware of your relationship with the wolfsburg midfielder, a bond that they (silently) wished they had with someone.

you looked up at her nodding your head, you were heartbroken for lena.

remembering what happened with her at euros and the champions league final against barcelona– you were crushed, you couldn’t be there to comfort her this time since you were with your own team.

for a couple of hours– more like all day– you didn’t hear from lena. that was okay with you– you weren’t obsessive and knew that lena needed space.

you occupied your time by going on an adventure with some of your uswnt teammates. savannah, emily, and kristie invited you to go get gelato with them– which you agreed to.

when the entire national team heard the news about germany’s elimination, they knew that you’d feel hurt for lena and your bayern teammates. kristie, in particular, understands since her girlfriend plays on another national team too.

while you were grabbing gelato, which was already 8pm at this point, your phone vibrated in the back of your jean pocket.

when you saw lena’s contact, you immediately accepted, excusing yourself from your teammates to go outside of the gelato place– sitting down on a random picnic table.

“hallo liebe.” you spoke softly, understanding how hurt she might be.

she called you instead of facetiming you as well, you knew that she didn’t want you to see her so upset.

“hiiii.” lena dragged out.

you frown as you hear the raspiness of her voice.

“you did amazing obi.” you reassure lena, knowing she is beating herself up about this exit from the world cup.

“it wasn’t enough though.” lena protests.

“lena!” you say. she knew you were serious when you said her name instead of her nicknames.

“colombia played dirty, you tied with south korea, and your team did amazing against morocco– you’ll be hurt for a while but I promise things will get better.” you say, your serious tone was clear through the phone call.

“i just wanted to win so badly, i want to see you happy.” lena says.

“obi, you make me happy everyday. you’re the best thing i could’ve ever asked for, i don’t know what i did to deserve such a great person like you. you’re an amazing midfielder as well, one of the best! you’ve surpassed me! i’m happy for you everyday even if this wasn’t the outcome we wanted for yourself.” you say.

lena and you talked for another ten minutes, discussing things that she can now look forward to.

when you had to go, you reassured lena that she did great– even if she doesn’t believe that herself.

little did you know, it was only three days later when lena would be comforting you.

in the penalty shootout against sweden, you were the first penalty taker. after you made your penalty, you had a high hope about the us having a small chance of making it through.

lena didn’t tell you this, but she was in the crowd along with some of your bayern teammates from germany. sydney, klara, and lea were there along with laura from frankfurt. you thought lena went back home to wolfsburg.

she held onto lea’s arm for relief and cheered dramatically when you made your penalty.

you stood in the line beside julie ertz and sophia smith, afraid as your worst nightmare became a reality.

when hurtig scored the final penalty, your breath almost got stuck in your throat as VAR had to review the replay. even though you were an optimistic person, you knew deep down that your 2023 world cup campaign ended here.

the refree blew the whistle and pointed to the middle and all of the swedish players in yellow ran in excitement. at the same second, it seemed like all of the noise was canceled out from your ears as you stared in horror.

what went wrong? you first asked yourself. nothing should’ve. you scored once against vietnam, scored the only goal against the netherlands, and cleared a goal that could’ve put portugal above you guys on the group stage table. there’s nothing else you could’ve done.

as you walk towards the benches, alex was the first to hug you tightly. she knew how much this meant to you, yes even after scoring in the world cup 2019 final and winning.

somehow, you wanted to prove to yourself that you’ve grown since being 17 and 18 years old, the version of you that won a world cup and champions league.

the team got in a circle and discussed that it was a “good run” and things needed to “improve”

you agreed on the last part.

in the crowd, you looked around at the crowd dressed in red, white, and blue. you believed that you failed them. you failed the little girls that had your last name with your national team number, “17” on the back. somehow, you felt like you were being mocked for losing such a big competition after winning the last two.

the tears poured down your face and wouldn’t stop. you tried to pretend like you weren’t crying, but it was no use. you sat down on the grass and held your head in your hands as you realized that there was no “quarter finals,” or ‘semi final” in your immediate future.. you’re going back to munich.

as you cried more, you felt four arms wrap around your body from all sides. you didn’t look up, believing that it was someone from your national team.

“y/n, you played so well!” you heard the familar swedish accent in your ear.

you wiped your tears with your hands before looking up.

madga and fridolina were hugging you as you continued to cry. madga knew how hard this game was for her, since you look at her as a mentor and friend.

“please don’t hurt yourself over this.” fridolina spoke up.

you never played with fridolina, but lena did at wolfsburg. fridolina knew you well enough to know that you were a sensitive person.

“hold on, i’ll be right back.” madga spoke up and unwrapped your arms from you.

your body leaned on fridolina’s torso as you kept your eyes closed. you weren’t crying anymore, but you needed some type of comfort.

after five minutes, madga came back and frido pulled you off of her body and you felt yourself laying on someone else.

your tears poured again when you smelled the coconut scent you’re all too familiar with.

“liebe, i’m so sorry.” lena whispered, sitting on the grass as you laid across her body.

you didn’t say anything as klara, sydney, laura, and lea hugged you around lena. all of your bayern teammates (+ laura) loved and valued you as their close friend. they knew how ambitious you were, so seeing you sad made them sad.

“you were the best player on that pitch, i’m not even kidding.” laura says as she kissed the top of your head in a friendly, yet comforting, gesture.

“i love you.” lena kissed your temple before you sat up from her body, but your legs were still spread across her lap.

“Ich liebe dich auch” you respond.

you receive comfort from your bayern teammates (+ your girlfriend and laura) for twenty minutes before everyone decides to head out. not without making sure that you'll be okay, and to call them whenever you're free to.

“i was about to go and get you, but i didn’t want to interrupt.” alex morgan says when you walk into the dressing room, sitting down beside her in the locker room.

you weren't the last one in the dressing room, since some players are outside receiving their own comfort from family and friends– but alex has experience on what its like to lose a world cup, and she wanted to make sure that you’ll be okay.

“it’s okay. i just want to go home now.” you mumble as you take your blue cleats off, changing them for black adidas slides that you put on your tired feet.

alex observes you a little longer. she had a gut feeling that there is something else on your mind, but she debated on if she should bring it up to you.

knowing that she will barely see you once you go back to germany, and her to san diego, she decides that she will.

“how’s lena doing?” alex asks.

you smile lightly as you take off your jersey, replacing it with a soft black t-shirt given by the staff. you folded your jersey and put in in your bookbag, remembering to give it to lena once you had the chance to.

“i think she’s doing better. we haven’t talked about her loss much because of this.” you say.

alex smiles lightly before nodding.

“well at least you guys get to spend time together once you’re back in munich.” alex says, wording it in a suspicious way.

you swallow on nothing as you stare down at your feet.

“yeah..” you mumble.

“well- she’s still in wolfsburg and i’m at munich so we will just have a week together. we plan on spending it in ibiza though.” you say in an indescribable manner.

“that’s fun.” alex says.

the woman knows you all too well. you don’t really have to be “pushed” to talk about how you feel about something, you just needed the safe space provided to do so.

“it is. i just wish that we would have more than a week together though.” you comment.

alex’s eyebrows knit together in confusion.

“what do you mean?” she asks.

“we are long-distance, since wolfsburg is hours away from munich. however, its been two and a half years since we started dating and i feel like long-distance is making us fall– behind.” you whisper.

luckily, all of the other girls in the dressing room are keeping to themselves with music blasting in their airpods, so you’re comfortable talking.

“if you mean that you’re falling behind from other people. you shouldn’t think that way– you can’t compare your situation with other peoples.” alex says, wrapping her arm around your shoulders.

“i know, but i think the long distance is catching up to me. i wish we could just play at the same club and live together. it would make things a lot easier for us. we plan on getting married someday so it has to happen someday in the future.” you rant.

“maybe you should talk to her.” alex suggests.

“i should– and will. but i don’t know what to say. lena has said on many occasions that she would never come to bayern– and i don’t see myself going to wolfsburg either.” you look over at alex who gives you a look of sympathy.

“what about a new club? a club that will take the both of you. i mean, you’re the best attacking midfielder in the world and lena is the best defensive– any club would be on their knees to have you both.” alex says. you laugh at her last couple of words.

“we’ll see.” you say.

what you didn’t know was that lena wanted a new challenge and has been thinking about it for a while. at first, she had to come to term that the way she will get that is if she leaves wolfsburg.

after the defeat against barcelona in the champions league final, a shift in lena’s mind happened. she suppressed it but now she realizes that she might have to leave wolfsburg in order to gain some motivation back.

in january 2024, you extended your contract with bayern munich until 2027. this made you happy, the club made you happy, and the club was happy to keep you for another few seasons.

lena was started to grow frustrated with the distance between you both as well. she wanted to stay in germany to be closer to you and her family– so she accepted that bayern is the only place for her to go.

when rumors about lena joining bayern started to grow, you confronted her when she suddenly appeared at your apartment with a few bags of luggage.

“what’s been going on? the wolfsburg media is hating you because they’re saying you’re coming to bayern– even though you said you never would– and now you’re here unexpectedly. i mean, you’re always welcome here sweetheart but what's going on?” you say as you pull lena’s luggage into your bedroom.

after you sat her luggage down by your bedroom closet, lena pulled your body towards hers and held your hands softly. you looked at her with a confused, yet soft, facial expression as she gave you a light smile.

“i’m going over to bayern in an hour. i’m joining bayern.” lena says, not avoiding the truth.

your jaw dropped as you looked for any sign that she was lying, she wasn’t.

“you’re not lying?” you say. lena nods her head.

“wait- wait- you don’t have to join just because of me if you really don’t want to come here. i know you said many times that-”

“sweetheart, ich möchte hierher kommen und bei euch sein und in Deutschland bleiben. Ihr zwingt mich zu nichts, das verspreche ich.” (I want to come here and be with you and stay in Germany. You won't force me to do anything, I promise.) lena cuts you off as you move your head into her chest, hugging her softly as you realized that she will finally be with you.

you’ve been with bayern and lena long enough to be fluent in your third language, after english and french.

“you’re finally going to be here with me.” you whisper.

“yes i am.” lena kisses the top of your head as you both hug in silence.

she's been with you for three years now, but it seems like she's been around for much longer than that.

I hope you enjoyed <3

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gojosatoruhumper · 19 days ago

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Trip | Rafe Cameron x reader

Prompt: Your dad brings you along to a trip with his old best friend Ward, since your older brother couldn’t go.

Warnings: enemies to lovers, mature language, only one bed scenario, use of drugs, use of alcohol, smut, semi public smut

Words: 6,603 | will probably write chapter II

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“I can’t go, I’m going out with Sophie” you heard your older brother Mattheo shout at your dad, yapping about how he can’t go to some trip cause he’s going out with his girlfriend Sophia, which always used him for his money yet Matt never realised it.

“Son, this is important. We have to make a deal with the Cameron’s” he added, trying to convince him to go “I said no. Understand me?” your brother starts to get even more mad, turning around and leaving.

You sigh as your nap was now ruined, laying on your stomach on the lounge chair near the pool. You suddenly feel your father sit on the edge, his fingers interlocked and him looking into the blue pool water. “Hey” he says, “Hi” you murmur with your eyes closed. “I was wondering, if you wanted to go to the Maldives? With Ward, you remember him right?” he explains and adds “We can spend more time together”

“Do you want me to go actually, or just because Matt can’t?” you opened an eye, interested for his reaction “No, no I wanted to have a bonding trip” he smiles while lying to your face. Oh how you hated it. Yeah “bonding trip” my ass, you think

You and your dad never got along, him always choosing the “perfect” older son, getting him ready to take over the family business. He was there financially, but nothing more. You understood why mom left this asshole, him only caring about business and money.

“What do ya say, hm?” he asks, hoping for a yes. Maybe Maldives didn’t sound so bad? Maybe I can wander off and spend most of the time alone. You think, “Okay, sure” you stand up, picking up your stuff. “Great-“ he smiles “-we leave tomorrow, early” He warns you “And you didn’t even bother telling me earlier?” you say, going upstairs to pack.

As you burst into your room, cute pink stuff everywhere, you move to start packing. After you were done, 3 huge, sparkly, pink bags were set beside your bed as you laid there, defeated. You quickly got into your pjs and did your nightly routine, somewhat excited about tomorrow.

Morning was rough. You had to wake up early and get ready quickly. As you were finishing your makeup, putting on glittery lipgloss, you started thinking what to wear. As you opened your closet and started rummaging through it, you put on the shortest dress you could find, if you were on vacation then you should look cute, right?

You sat in the passenger seat, yawning as your dad finished packing the luggage in the trunk, excitedly opening the door to the drivers seat. “How did ya sleep?” he started making small talk as he reversed out of the drive way, you hated the small talk, it always somewhat awkward and annoying.

When you stepped into the large house, Ward came to happily greet you and his best friend. Rafe came down from upstairs, bags also in hand. Ugh that damn Cameron, your eyes started twitching.

You started to despised him since you were little. You were best friends once, until whenever your dad’s would hang around, he always tease you, pick on you. As you grew older and the hate grew also, you just stopped visiting them.

“Dad you didn’t tell me he was going to be here” you nudge him. “Who? Rafe? You guys used to get along so well, I didn’t think you would mind” he explains whispering, bullshit. Ward now hugging Y/d/n “How ya’ been?” Ward says, breaking the hug. “Hi Y/n, you’ve grown so much” He turns to you, also hugging you.

The mention of your name caught the grumpy boys attention who was now in the kitchen, looking up at you with a confused expression. You guess he didn’t know you were going to be here either.

As the both men walk away to catch up, you went over to where Rafe was, creeping up on him. “Hello to you too” you speak and he just ignores you, pouring himself a drink. “Dickhead” you mumble. “Whatcha’ say?” he replies annoyed, downing the drink he just poured. “What you heard” you snap back, oh boy the next week is going to be hell, you think as you hear the man’s voice again.

“Hey guys the pilot is ready to take off, we should go” Ward says, still laughing from a joke he said earlier. As you all go over to the black SUV to get your luggage and you were about to pick them up, Ward speaks up.

“Hey Rafe, be a gentleman and carry Y/n’s bags” he says. “No way in hell” he trails off, looking at your pink bags, almost… disgusted? Ward just glances at him, with a serious expression. He really wanted a good deal with your dad.

No more words needed as he picked up the bags, throwing it over his shoulder, quietly walking beside his dad towards the Cameron’s private jet. You couldn’t help but start giggling at the sight, Rafe turning back at you with a serious expression “Watcha’ laughing at, hm?” he spats.

“Pink really suits you, Rafe” you say, still giggling. “Yeah, yeah bitch” he lowers his voice on the last part, turning back as he speeds up a bit. You quickly took out your phone, flashing a photo of the male with your bright luggage, opening the chats of your best friend, JJ. He was like a brother to you.

You: JJ

You: WAKE THE FUCK UP RN

You: you gotta see this

JJ🫶: hihi, what’s up??

You: Look who I’m going on vacation with

You: [attached an image]

JJ🫶: HAHA

JJ🫶: Go get that dick😉😉😜

You: Ewwwww

You: Weirdo..😦

You laugh to yourself as you shut off your phone, putting it on plane mode. As you step into the jet you were amazed, it looked so fancy. There was 4 seats in total, 2 on both side of the jet facing each other. As everyone else steps in and they load the stuff in, sitting down on the seats.

With your luck the dickhead was sitting across you, glaring down at you, your body. He couldn’t lie you did change a lot and for the better. Your boobs were now way juicier, ass more plumpy, more noticeable curves. He just couldn’t take his eyes off of you, he was starting to feel like a hungry animal, but would he admit that? no. As you felt the jet going up the air and hearing the men already talking about a business proposal you started to become more relaxed, slowly closing your eyes and dosing off to a light sleep.

As you woke up from turbulence and lifted your heavy eyelids you were greeted with a pair pf icy blue eyes, staring right into yours. “Stop staring, Rafe” you say holding eye contact, not breaking it. “Pffft, why would I be staring at you?” he laughs and rolls his eyes, knowing he was caught red handed as his left leg was bouncing.

You roll your eyes at him, getting up to go to the bathroom. You turn around, Rafe’s eyes going down to your ass. Luck was on his side as your dress rolls up a little, revealing even more skin. “Fuck” he quietly whispers to himself.

As you went to the bathroom you looked at yourself in the mirror, Damn i look good, you think. Squeezing your perky tits and admiring yourself in the mirror, you were interrupted by a knock at the narrow door. You quickly reapplied your lipgloss, unlocking the door only to see Rafe hovering over you.

The hall was small, small enough that when you stepped out of the restroom your tits were pressed up against him. You throw a quick innocent smile trying to annoy him more, walking away and leaving him frustrated.

You quickly fell asleep again, someone shaking your shoulder gently to wake you up. It was Ward. “Good morning, we just landed” you rub your eyes awake and get up. As you step out the jet you were presented with a beautiful scenery. As you look around you spot Rafe, once again your shiny bags on his shoulders.

“Let’s head to the hotel, it’s not far from here” your dad says to you and Rafe. As you were walking with the brunette beside you, you suddenly felt a foot tangle with yours as you almost fall over but catching the closest thing to you - Rafe himself.

“You fuck” you scream at him, being further away from your dad’s, them casually chatting in the distance. “What do you think you’re doing!?” you say pushing him with your hands. “Accident” he shrugs, making you more annoyed. “You do that again and-“ you get cut off “-or what? whatcha’ going to do, you bitch?” he gets close. To close for your liking.

His eyes can’t help but trail down your chest, victoria secret bra showing through your cute pink dress. “Fucking perv” you say, turning back and catching up to your father.

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As you walk into the fancy hotel, you sit in the lounge waiting for Ward to get the room keys. You were zooming out as heard faint chatter, “what do you mean the reservation didn’t register?!” he says, furious. “Sir, we are very sorry for the inconvenience, there’s no other free rooms other than these two left at the moment, the best we can do is give you a 50% off, Mr. Cameron” the receptionist said, clearly not wanting to be here.

As we all gather outside a hall, Ward announces “Okay so, we have a problem” he trails off “They didn’t confirm the reservation and there’s only two rooms left, all the other hotels are also booked”

“And we figured it will be better if you share a room, me and your dad have to discuss something” Ward says turning to you. “Fuck no” Rafe immediately says, frustrated.

“Umm” you stand there, no fucking way i will have to share a room, FOR A WEEK?, “Here’s the keys, your room is on the top floor, you two figure it out” Rafe’s dad said to you both, turning away and walking down the hall, laughing with your dad about some cheesy joke, they’re really getting along, you think.

As you started walking to the elevator, you felt Rafe’s glare at you. As you both stepped in he spoke up “Here take your bags”, throwing it at you. “Okay asshole” you throw them around your shoulders with scrunched eyebrows.

You suddenly feel his grip on your jaw, face coming dangerously close to yours “You call me anything like that again, i will make sure you regret it bitch” he whispers looking in to your eyes. The elevator comes to a stop, as the door opens theres a family standing there, staring at you and him.

He slowly lets go, now glaring at the family as he pushes through them. You follow him, excusing yourself to the family. You quickly catch up to the man, him unlocking the door. As you go through the doorframe, you can now see your room, a beautiful view to the beach, a small kitchen, somewhat of a living room, a bathroom and a bedroom. The only problem now was that there was only one bed.

“Did they not bother to get us two beds..?” you say dropping the bags to the floor. “What?” Rafe asks as he explores the rooms, getting comfortable.

“There’s only one bed Rafe” you say nodding your head towards the bedroom. “Yeah? Well i’m sleeping in it” he says throwing himself on the bed, interlocking his fingers behind his head. “This is pretty comfy”

“No you’re not, I saw it first” you say getting mad, “Yeah?” he raises an eyebrow. You grabbed the pillow next to him, and hit him with it. He laughs to himself “You wanna play that game?” he says quickly getting up and grabbing another pillow, now getting ready to hit you with it.

“AHHHH” you yelled running away from him but he was right behind you. “Get back here you little shit” he says as he finally lands a hit on you. You lose your balance, tripping onto the sofa. You both freeze when you hear it snap.

“RAFE!! you were supposed to sleep in it” you say catching your breath, adrenaline rushing. “Oh I’m not done with you” he tells you, lifting the pillow up. “Go fuck yourself Cameron” you squeak, getting up. You were running towards the door and heard a knock on it. You quickly unlock it and see Ward and y/d/n standing there confused, looking at you with your messed up hair.

You shove past your dad running down the hall scared for your life, you knew Rafe can get really violent if he wanted to. “Get back here Y/n!!” he yells at you chasing you still with the pillow in hand.

“Did we.. did we interrupt something..?” Ward questions as they both look back. They look inside as they see the broken sofa on display. “I think we should head out without them” y/d/n says, closing the door.

As you stopped by the bar panting you felt Rafes hands sneak up to your arms scaring you. “Boo” you squeak again and turn around slapping his chest. “Don’t scare me like that” you say still panting. “Got you” he whispers, smirking.

“You do know how funny you look right now, with a pillow under your arm, beside the pool” you point laughing. “Yeah you’re gonna need it sleeping on the floor” he says harshly pushing it in your chest as you grab the fabric.

“I am NOT sleeping on the floor like a dog, dickhead” you yell, hitting him once again. “Yeah yeah sure” he rolls his eyes, noticing how many people are watching you both.

“Get out the way” you say, wanting to get to your room faster, annoyed. As you go past him you spot an unattended drink, a straight vodka you assume m, quickly downing it from frustration.

As you walk into your room, sitting down on one of the couch chairs, pulling out your phone and turning off plane mode. You saw messages from JJ, as a smile creeps up to your face.

JJ🫶: Hows the trip going?

JJ🫶: Shouldve packed me in your suitcase or sum

JJ🫶: I just got chased by a group of chihuahuas

You: HIII

You: Send help

You: ASAP

You type in and JJ sees it almost immediately

JJ🫶: Woah woah what happened

You: While you were getting chased by chihuahuas, I WAS BEING CHASED BY THAT DICK

You: And he broke the couch he was supposedly supposed to sleep on

JJ🫶: Yeah good luck y/n😭

JJ🫶: Did his daddy didn’t get him a room w a normal bed or something??

You: ITS EVEN WORSER THAN THAT

You: I HAVE TO SHARE A ROOM W HIM

JJ: Come back in one piece pls

You: Ill try..

You turn off your phone, thinking what to do next as you heard the door open and feeling the pillow hit your face, you sigh. It was already pretty late, so you go to the bathroom, doing your nightly routine. After your shower you were brushing your teeth as you heard a knock at the door, the handle wiggling.

You just ignored it until he was banging on the door. Suddenly the lock turned, the door unlocking, damn those unlock-able doors

“What if i was naked in here or something, pervert” you turn to him, muffled due to the toothbrush in your mouth. As you take a good look at him, you realise he was only wearing a pair of shorts along with socks. “Put on a shirt or something damnit” you say spitting the foam into the sink.

“Why do you care if i got a shirt on or no?” he replied with a toothbrush in hand. He stood beside you, stealing your toothpaste. “Ugh” you groan, walking out the bathroom.

You walk into the living room, taking a seat on the chair knees on your chest as you flick through the channels on the big tv, pillow that was thrown earlier in your hands.

As Rafe was in the kitchen looking for a snack, you felt sleepy so you went into the bedroom, finding more blankets in a cabinet, making a makeshift bed on the fuzzy carpet with the blankets plus the pillow.

“What are you doing?” he’s now in the doorway with a water bottle in hand. “Making a bed to sleep on the floor like a dog, what do you think?” you said, annoyed. You didn’t think arguing about having the bed would change anything either way.

“Y’know that king size bed could fit both of us” he somewhat suggests. “Yeah I’d rather sleep like a dog” you say coldly. Why are you so cold to him? Why was he somewhat sad of that?

“Yeah sure” he scoffs, also getting in bed as he covers himself with the white sheets. Well this definitely didn’t remind you of your old sleepovers with him as you both used to be in the same bed, bunch of blankets on it, watching a scary film, you always used to love them.

Couple hours later, tossing around the “bed”, you couldn’t fall asleep. So you stand up, putting on your sneakers and leaving through the door.

You didn’t know where to go to and the first thing you saw was the bar. You sat down on one of the chairs as the bartender comes over. “Hello, what can I offer you today?” he says with a smile, he was kind of cute. “Can I get a cranberry vodka?” you say twirling your hair. You can notice he was blushing, mind fuzzy and not even caring to ask if you’re over the age of 21. “Yes of course let me get you it”

As he comes over to you again with the drink in hand “There you go, gorgeous” he says, his elbow resting on the counter “I’m Aden by the way” he says smiling again “Im Y/n” you smile at him seductively, hoping for a free drink or two.

“Say.. can i get your number perhaps..?” he asks unsurely. He was cute and you had nothing to lose “Ye-“ you were quickly caught off guard as you felt someone’s warm hands on your shoulders. “Erm actually she has a boyfriend, so no you can’t” Rafe speaks up smiling at the man. “Right baby?” now he was staring at you, with your cute sparkly crop top you wore as pijamas.

“Oh im so so sorry” Aden says quickly walking off. “What the fuck” you say mad. “What would your dad think about you going after some random pogues? hm?” “Im doing you a favor” he says snatching your drink you were in the middle of drinking.

“Give that back you asshole” you say “I can get you another one” he gulps it down and setting the glass on the table. “Ugh” “You’re pissing me off” you say frustrated.

You didn’t see Aden anywhere behind the counter, and spotted an unattended vodka bottle. You quickly snatch it and walking away.

Rafe was quick to follow you, what if something happened to you? You sat at the near by beach with the bottle in hand, drinking it like it was water.

“Hey hey, calm down on that” You hear Rafe say, snatching the bottle away. “Give it back” you hickup, already feeling buzzed from straight up downing it. “No” he says and drinks what is left in the bottle, throwing it in the sand.

As you sit calmly, watching the waves hit each other, you realise it was pretty chilly outside, bringing your hands on your arms. Rafe takes notice of that, taking off his hoodie, that he was smart enough to bring, putting it on you.

“You know, maybr you can be pretty nice sometimes” you quietly say, your nose instantly getting hit with his cologne. “Of course I can” he says smiling, gently wrapping an arm around you, making sure you’re not too cold.

As you stuff your hands into the pockets, you felt something in it as you pulled it put “Rafe why you got a j in your pocket” you say giggling. “For emergencies..?” he thinks of an excuse. He was more of a bong kind of guy, but still keeping joints here and there. “Yeah yeah” you as as your hand goes underneath your crop top and his hoodie, looking for something in your bra. You pulled out a lighter.

“Now why you got a whole ass lighter in your bra” he says chuckling, the alcohol getting to both of you. You put the small cylinder shape between your lips, cupping it with one of your hands from the wind and lighting it.

You took a big puff, letting it sit down in your lungs. “This is some good stuff” you say, blowing the smoke in his face. He quickly takes it away, putting it up to his lips. It goes like that back and forth, until the joint is almost smoked all the way. As the effects kick in, you start giggling.

“Hey do you ever think when you’re smoking with someone, you have like so much indirect kisses” you say, laughing at your sentence even if it wasn’t that funny. “Does this mean we had like a whole make out sesh?” he says raising an eyebrow. “No!” you quickly reply, smacking his biceps.

“You remember your first kiss?” he asks, laughing remembering it, he stole your first kiss at the age of 12 when all your friends were bragging about having their first kisses, and you were ranting about it to him.

“You dick, i wanted to be a special moment!!” you quickly say, remembering it. He never admitted to it, but it was his first also. “Was it not special enough?” he says, jokingly putting his hands on his chest, pretending to be hurt.

You were camping with the Camerons, and when you and Sarah were sharing a tent she fell asleep way too quickly and you had so much random stuff to talk about. So you sneaked off to Rafe’s tent, knowing he was definitely not sleeping. “Rafe are you sleeping?” you quietly murmur outside his tent and in to time you heard it unzipping.

“Of course no, what’s up?” he said smiling to you, getting out the way so you can get in the tent with him. And when you were talking, suddenly bringing up your friends bragging about their first kisses he suddenly says “Do you want to have yours?” “Yeah of cou-“ you were cut off by him placing his lips on yours.

“You know what?” “maybe it was special” you say, resting your head on his shoulder. Rafe didn’t usually get high like this - with a girl beside him, calmly talking and just being comfortable around with.

You felt your eyelids become heavy, nodding off a little. “You sleepy?” he whispers. “No” you murmur against him. He doesn’t believe you, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder, secretly putting your pink lighter that you decorated with rhinestones, in his pocket. “Hey put me down” you yell, swinging your feet and laughing.

Rafe did almost fall over a couple of times, with the alcohol rushing. But still made it to your room. As he put you down you suddenly turn to him saying “I’m hungry”, going to the kitchen. “I saw strawberries in the fridge” he yells out, stumbling to the kitchen also. You loved strawberries ever since you were little, even growing strawberries yourself in your backyard, Rafe often stealing them.

“You still remember?” you say, turning back to him. “Ye-yeah” he says in between a hick up, sitting on one of the bar chairs. You quickly pop a strawberry in your mouth, going over to hug Rafe. “I missed you Rafe”

“I missed you too, Y/n” he says, standing up hugging you also. “Let’s go to sleep” you murmur in his chest. You both stumble in the room and as you were about to go back to sleep on the make shift bed, he grabbed your arm “Y/n you’re not sleeping in that” he says looking into your eyes. You didn’t try to protest, getting into bed with him. You kept your distance, getting the blanket from the ground.

You heard Rafe groan beside you as he pulled you into his arms, spooning you. “Yeah thats way better” he mumbled in your hair, smelling the strawberry shampoo.

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The next morning you woke up, still in his arms but turned to him. As you studied his features, you realised, Why is he actually so pretty? You were looking at him until he woke up from his slumber. “Staring is rude” he whispers, half sleelomh. “Yeah then what you were looking at on the plane” you remind him.

He wasted no time getting up, kneeling next to his suitcase, looking what to wear. “Where are you gonna go?” you ask, sitting up. “Get up we’re going to the beach today” he says standing up and going to the bathroom.

You got up, getting an outfit ready - a cute, soft pink bikini and a sun dress. You changed in the room, not wanting to disturb Rafe. When you needed to wash your face, you eventually stepped in the bathroom seeing Rafe standing near the sink. He loved your outfit, eyeing it down.

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You both eventually got ready and headed to the beach. You met your dads on the way, having a small talk and parting your ways.

As you found a spot on the beach, Rafe pulled the backpack, you packed, off his shoulder. As you pulled out the beach towel you brought to sit on, Rafe’s expression wasn’t the best. The towel was a Hello Kitty one.

“Couldn’t you.. bring a normal one…?” he asks, squinting from the sun. “Rafe, it is a normal one, it’s cute. JJ got me it for my birthday” you say sitting down on it, feeling the warm sand in between your fingers.

JJ? What’s good on between you and Maybank?, he thinks, getting… jealous? Why was he getting jealous? And of JJ at that.

He took off his shirt because it was getting way too hot, sitting beside you. You pulled out sunscreen from the backpack, applying it to your warm skin. Rafe was watching your every move carefully, examining your features.

As he was zoomed out, you put some of the cream on his nose, laughing. “Hey” he says chuckling, waving your hand away. “Can’t let you get sunburned” you say, bringing your hands up to his face again, gently rubbing the sunscreen in.

Over the couple of hours you were together on the warm beach, talking about stuff and catching up - Rafe learned your best friend was JJ Maybank. He didn’t understand why he was getting so jealous, but he just was.

As you were talking, it suddenly got really hot and you suggested for both of you go out for a swim. He then stood up, offering you his hand to help you out. As you pulled off the sundress and revealing your bikini, Rafe couldn’t stop staring. You were so beautiful in his eyes and he could not understand why he was thinking about you like this.

Yeah Rafe had a bunch of girlfriends, short term ones, a bunch of hook ups and stuff but you were different. You made his heart beat a little faster than it should. Just like when you were younger, when Rafe started pushing you away. He never admitted to his silly crush, started picking on you, denying it. He never learnt how to express his feelings properly.

As you got in the water, you instantly relax. It wasn’t cold at all like you somewhat expected, it was really warm. Rafe was feeling mischievous, suddenly splashing you. You got mad, also splashing him. He pretended to slip in the water, “drowning”.

You were laughing at first, but then got concerned. As you were about to try to pull him above water, he grabbed you by your waist, pulling you close in the water with him. You yelp in surprise, laughing.

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Now you were both on the shore, laughing at jokes together. The sun was already starting to set, painting the sky a beautiful gradient. As you were talking with Rafe you heard a man cat calling you about your boobs.

Cat calling wasn’t new to you, being used to it and ignoring it. But Rafe didn’t like that at all, no one treats my Y/n like that, his thoughts linger. Why was he getting… obsessive? As he sees the man almost getting out of his sight, Rafe excuses himself to the bathroom.

Soon he caught up with the man, wasting no time punching him on his left cheek. “What the hell is wrong with you?” the man yelps in defense, hand going straight to his face.

“Learn some manners” he spat, punching him more, leaving with blood on his knuckles as he turns away, leaving the man on the sand.

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It was late, and you were outside the hotel. Rafe took your hand in yours, knowing you would get scared of the dark streets when heading back from the beach.

As you both were in the living room, eating snacks and watching a movie your dad and Ward comes in, announcing that tomorrow we will be going out with the yacht they rented. You got excited, you loved going out in the ocean, it was so peaceful.

Now you were once again in bed with him, getting cozy but still keeping your distance. He wanted to pull you in, keep you close and never let you go, why was he feeling this way?

As you flip around on the bed, you had ur eyes meet with his. “Why are you not sleeping yet” you whisper. “Can’t sleep” he says. As you were about to close your eyes, you felt his strong grip on you. He pulled you close to his chest, his chin resting on your head.

You instantly relax under his touch, feeling his heartbeat as you slowly drift off to sleep.

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The next morning was so fun for you. Getting ready with Rafe, picking each other’s outfits, you felt like a little girl again with your best friend. But this time you felt different towards him. You slowly started to desire him, needing his touch. You both felt the tension between you two, you were sure of it.

You met with y/d/n and Ward outside the hotel, with Rafe’s hand on your shoulder. Did he always look this good? He had his messy hair over his face, soft looking lips slowly move, talking with his father as you fixated on him.

As Rafe had helped you step in the huge boat you couldn’t help but feel tingles in the pit of your stomach. You can see his slim veiny hands, with his gold ring on one of the fingers.

Maybe it was the heat, maybe not, but you needed him. You couldn’t stop denying yourself anymore.

Time flew by fast and now the yacht was in the middle of nowhere, only sounds you could hear was the wind, waves splashing along with the two men talking about some business proposal.

The boat was huge and you were somewhat bored, you decided to go explore it. As you were now on the back of the boat, you discover a little lounge area.

Rafe quickly noticed you were gone, going to look for you immediately. As he saw you, in your little bikini he felt the blood rush straight to his cock. And as he was about to step closer to you, your phone fell out of your hand so you bend over to pick it up, exposing your ass to Rafe, as well as your throbbing cunt.

“Oh, fuck” he whispers, catching your attention “Rafe? What are you doing out here” you stand straight, looking at him. He was without his shirt, your eyes glaring down. And thats how you noticed the bulge in his shorts, quickly pulling your eyes back up to his.

He wasted no time, he needed to feel you, to have your skin pressed up to his, his cock balls deep in your wet pussy. He harshly gripped your jaw, making you look at him as he pressed up his lips with yours, feeling a hint of a strawberry lip balm.

You never imagined you would get to kiss Rafe again, and certainly not like this. He was harsh - biting down on your lip, taking dominance. You couldn’t help but moan around his mouth, feeling your pussy get slicker.

“Rafe, we- we shouldn’t be doing this” you say, blushing, what if your dad spots you both? His hands trail down your body, exploring every inch of exposed skin that he can, making intense eye contact.

He pulls away, looking into your eyes “Yeah? I can stop if you want” he whispers as he trails down kisses from your mouth to your tits, leaving marks on them, as his hands found your plush ass. “Hm? Watcha’ say, princess?”

“Don’t- don’t stop” you say, turning away from embarrassment. “Look at me” “You want this dick so bad?” he asks, now straightened up, hovering over you. “Yes” you reply

“Then beg, whore” he spat, stepping away from you. Was he really making you do this? “Please, Rafey I need you so bad, to fill me up” you please him with the nickname you gave him so long ago, you really were desperate.

Rafe looked down at you, how hot you looked with your tits covered in now red spots, left by him that soon would bruise, legs a little wobbly and a noticeable wet watch on your bikini bottoms.

He slowly sinked down to his knees, not breaking the eye contact as he slowly pulled down the hot pink bottoms, your pussy getting hit with the cold air. As you whimper Rafe throws your thighs over his shoulders, supporting you on the wall.

He was getting excited, even thrilled. Maybe some sick part of him wanted you two to get caught. He left deep hickeys all around your inner thighs, slowly getting closer to your clit. “Rafey-“ you breathe out, hands now in his messy hair.

He was now lapping his tongue deep inside your pussy, nose perfectly hitting your clit as he got a hold of your ass. He was good with his tongue, you couldn’t lie, this was the best head you’ve ever gotten.

Now your whimpers where turning into moans, Rafe was just too good at this. His tongue now circling on your clit, looking up at you to make eye contact.

You were now as flushed as you could be, bringing your forearm to cover up your face, but suddenly Rafe stops. “Keep your hands on me, understood?” he roughly demanded, only going back to your pussy when you brought your hand back to his hair.

Your moans were getting embarrassingly loud but you obeyed the man, keeping your hands in his hair, eyes half closed. You couldn’t handle Rafe’s technique, he had your toes that you painted with pink nailpolish recently, curling, legs now shaking.

He was practically eating you out for his own enjoyment, cock throbbing by the sight of you like this - all just for him. “Rafe-“ you breathe out but getting cut off. “What happened to Rafey? Hm?” He hums around your cunt, sending shivers down your spine. After you stopped being friends, he never let anyone call him Rafey.

You started mewling and tugging on his hair rougher, signaling you were close to your climax. As you were about to come, the man in between your legs suddenly stopped. “You wanted to be a bad girl, hm?” “Bad girls don’t get to cum” he says wiping off your juices off of his mouth and chin with the back of his hand.

He connects your lips together once more, this time way harsher. “You will have to beg for it slut” he says to you, flipping you over on the wall, hands pressed up over your head. You were bent over, ass out for Rafe as he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you.

He pulled down his shorts as well with his calvin klein boxers. He jacked himself off a couple of times, precum already on his tip. “What do you say when you want something?” he asks, turning his head a little.

“Please please please Rafey-“ you say, feeling a harsh slap on your ass. “Yeah?” he roughly thrusts in you. He was huge. One of his hands went down to your clit, slowly rubbing circles on it, teasing you. “Rafey” you moan out.

While his other hand swiftly undid your strapless bikini, it falling beside your feet. “You even got em’ pierced huh?” he says, hand on your nipples, massaging them.

He was thrusting in you roughly, head thrown back. “Sl-slow down please” you couldn’t take it anymore, his rhythm way to fast for you. You felt yet another spank. “No” he replied, both hands on your waist roughly holding you down.

Moans, groans and skin clapping overcame the splashing waves sounds, with Y/d/n and Wards chatter way further back on the boat.

“Fuck, you’re so hot like this, i should’ve bent you like this a long time ago” your climax was getting closer, legs shaking more once again, with him stopping.

He flipped you around now looking at you and smirking, “Beg” he demanded. “Rafey, please” you clung into Rafe’s biceps with pleading eyes.

He hooked his hands on your thighs, quickly thrusting back in, this time going even faster and rougher. You were so so close, him back at your neck and nipping at your skin like a hungry vampire.

As you came, you harshly clung onto his arms, closing your eyes. “Look at me” he said with furrowed eyebrows. He kissed you with passion as you felt his cum gushing in your cunt. He rode out his climax, putting you down to the ground.

“You’re so pretty” he said, face softening. “You’re not so bad yourself” you say giggling. He helped you put on your bikini. “Wait here princess” he said walking off to the other side of the boat.

He quickly came back with your clothes in hand, denim shorts with a shirt you couldn’t recognise. “Here” he helped you put on the clothes, realising he gave you his shirt.

The shorts and the shirt somewhat covered your hickeys, some still very much visible. “That’ll do” he said picking you up over his shoulder. “Hey!!” you say protesting.

He put you down on the white sofa, where your dad and Ward was beside sitting on the bar chairs. “Hey Y/n are you okay? You’re looking a little pale” Ward asks, raising an eyebrow to his son. “Yeah I’m okay” you reply, looking over at Rafe who was smirking at you, offering you some water. You pulled out your phone, texting JJ

You: JJ, i got that dick☺️☺️

JJ🫶: WHAT

JJ🫶: I WAS JOKING Y/N

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