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lowrisemiller · 2 days ago

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she keeps me up 𐚁₊⊹

no outbreak!joel miller x fem!reader

chapter 3- first date

chapter 2

summary- they finally go out on an official date and spend their first official night together.

word count- 5.4k- this one's long folks

a/n- little bit of joel!pov so that’s exciting. annnd if anyone noticed I changed up some of the pics and made them all cutie with stickers ^^^ giggled and kicked my feet writing this one

warnings- SMUT!! Joel coming untouched 😩 makin out, grinding, oral f!receiving, half-assed handjob, unprotected sex but reader is on birth control (not mentioned but trust)

Two weeks later

It’s been two weeks since I started babysitting Sarah, and every day with her feels like a small, sweet escape from everything else. The gig is easy— Sarah’s a bright, curious little girl, and we’ve fallen into a comfortable routine. After school, we bake some treats or play board games, and she’s always so eager to tell me about her day, her eyes sparkling as she talks.

Today was no different. We were sitting cross-legged on the living room floor, the aroma of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies filling the air. Sarah had pulled out her favorite board game, "Guess Who?" and was already setting up the pieces.

"You’re gonna lose again," she teased, her curly hair bouncing as she looked at me with a playful grin.

“Oh, we’ll see about that, young lady,” I replied, matching her grin with a wink.

I was about to make my move when the sound of a knock at the door interrupted us. I froze, my heart skipping a beat. I didn’t need to ask who it was—I knew exactly who was on the other side. Joel.

“Is that Daddy?” Sarah asked, her eyes lighting up.

I nodded, giving her a smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes, my mind racing. I stood up and walked to the door, my pulse quickening.

The door swung open, and there he was, standing in the doorway with that easy, confident smile I had yet to shake off. His eyes met mine, and for a second, everything else faded away.

"Hey, sweetheart," he greeted softly, his voice like warm honey. He didn’t even need to say more. His gaze lingered for a moment too long, and I could practically feel the electricity crackling between us, the secret we’d been keeping from Sarah for the past week.

“Hi,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.

Sarah skipped over to Joel, and without missing a beat, she wrapped her arms around his legs. “Daddy! We made cookies!”

I forced myself to focus on her, not Joel, though it was hard when I could feel the heat of his presence behind me. "You two have fun?," He asked. I nodded.

Joel gave me a slow, knowing smile, and my stomach did a flip.

“Thanks for taking care of her," he said, his voice low, just for me.

I stepped back to give them space, my hands suddenly feeling too cold as I folded my arms over my chest. The tension in the air was thick, and it felt like every second I stood there, the weight of unspoken words hung between us.

Sarah chattered happily in Joel’s arms, her voice light and carefree. “We played ‘Guess Who?’ and I was so close to winning! But she was cheating, I think.”

I couldn't help but laugh, even though I knew my cheeks were a little too warm. "I wasn't cheating! I just have a knack for it."

Joel chuckled, glancing at me with that same unreadable look. "Sounds like you’re a pro at more than one thing."

His words hit me harder than I expected. I tried to shake off the lingering heat in my cheeks, but my heart raced again, and I cursed myself for reacting this way.

"Thanks again, really," Joel added, his voice softer now. "I appreciate you watching Sarah. You’ve been great with her."

I nodded, keeping my eyes fixed on Sarah, who was now asking Joel about her plans for the weekend. But I couldn’t escape the way his words—his presence—kept pulling my attention back to him.

He shifted Sarah so she was perched on his hip, his gaze never leaving mine. “So are you still good for watchin’ her Friday?”. I nodded. “Good, uh…” He hesitated for a split second. “Maybe we could talk soon? About… goin’ out.”

I swallowed hard, my stomach fluttering nervously. I knew exactly what he meant. We had barely talked, the tension between us an unspoken agreement. But hearing him say it out loud made it feel even more real.

“Yeah,” I said, forcing a smile that felt too tight. “We’ll figure it out.” I tried to be subtle in front of Sarah even if she wasn’t listening.

He gave me one last look, one that was too full of meaning to ignore.

As the door clicked shut behind me, I leaned against the door for a moment, letting out the breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. It was getting harder and harder to keep my feelings in check, but for now, I had to. Sarah was counting on me to be nothing but normal. And as much as I wanted to give in to the pull between me and Joel, I knew I couldn’t—not yet.

Two hours later— at my apartment

I may or may not have slipped to Alex that I may or not be seeing the man that saved me at the bar. I also may or may not have told her that I’m babysitting his daughter.

Ever since I spilled the beans she nags me whenever I come home from watching Sarah.

I couldn’t even lock the door before she practically pounced on me.

“Soooooo” Alex said in a sing-song voice. “Did ya’ll finally fuck or what?” She’s now leaning on my shoulder.

And yeah Joel and I technically didn’t have sex yet. Yet. Just hand and mouth stuff.

I’m not complaining. We usually have a small window to do literally anything.

Even when it’s his ex’s week we don’t get much time because he works.

Or because he prematurely ejaculated. Last time.

It’s hot but since he did it he hasn’t called or texted me until that following Monday to tell me Sarah is there waiting for me.

Cue dream sequence sounds

It was a warm Friday morning. Might’ve been the best weather Texas has gotten this spring.

Joel invited me over to share some coffee with him before he had to go to the construction site. I just threw some sweatpants on and kept the tank top I wore to bed. Plus a bra of course.

He opened the door, he hugged me, passed me a cup of coffee and somehow he made it exactly how I took it.

“Lucky guess”, what can’t this man do?

Then he suddenly pulled me in close and placed a searing kiss on my lips, he tasted like coffee.

I melted in his arms and felt his cock press against me, and arousal pooled in my thin panties. Joel’s hands trail down the back of my body slowly. He teases at the lace trim of my tank top before sliding his hands under my sweatpants to rest on the soft curves of my ass. His calloused hands were so warm while exploring my skin, and he let out a grunt as he grabbed hold and thrust his stiff cock into my clothed center. The contact causes him to suck air in between his teeth with a hiss. It’s been too long since he's been with someone like this in this way, for so long and he’s not sure how long he’ll last. Our kissing became a mix of frantic tongues and wet lips devouring each other. The intensity at which he takes over is overwhelming.

I love how he can get like this, like he could eat me alive; does he want me as bad as I want him?

“You feel so soft, baby.” He panted between kisses. “Mmmm, I need you.”

“I know, Joel. I need you too…so bad.” I pretty much whined against his mouth.

It’s a frenzy of hands groping at each other. Neither of us could hold back. He began to drag the hem of my tank top up and prompted me to lift my arms as he pulled it over my breasts, which bounced slightly in my flimsy bra. He watches them bounce with rapt attention, practically drooling. With me standing in front of him, bare except for my undergarments, he takes one of them from out of the cup and in his mouth, the other held in a firm grip as he massages and lathes at them. I moaned in pleasure as he took his time covering every inch, leaving a trail of licks and soft bites across my chest.

Joel moved up my sternum, trailing over my collarbone and neck, nipping at my jaw, locking my lips with his once he reached his destination. The noises emitting from Joel’s are animalistic. Almost like he needed to consume me in every way possible. He began to grind into me, pressing his cock into me. I let out a needy moan as his hips propel forward into my soaked panties. Joel’s eyes widened at the last press of his hips into me.

He was so in the moment that he couldn’t catch the signs. Maybe he should’ve jerked off in the shower this morning. Shit. Joel’s mind begins to run through his playbook of thoughts he uses when he wants to stave off an impending orgasm. The latest delivery of lumber, the Longhorns’ upcoming season, and the leaking faucet in the half bath that he wants to fix this weekend. But it’s too late. He grunts and moans, his thick fingers gripping my hip for balance as he explodes into his pants and lets out an exasperated sigh.

It took me a moment to realize what happened as I watched a wet spot bloom on the front of his pants.

“That hasn’t happened to me since… highschool,” he admits, embarrassed.

I brought both my palms to his cheeks almost tenderly, and looked in his eyes.

“Joel it’s okay, I’m flattered honestly.” I let out a laugh— a borderline giggle. I couldn’t help it.

His face flushed further. Then he looked down briefly at the little mess he made. Then he whipped his head around to look at the time on the stove.

“Shit shit I need to leave. Sweetheart I’m sorry I will make this up to ya I swear but I need to change and get in the truck.”

He planted a chaste kiss on my lips, and fixed my bra and tank top. Then in a flash he ran up stairs and almost tripped going up them.

I sipped on my now cold coffee as he stumbled to find his keys.

“I’ll walk ya out”, he said gruffly as he rubbed the skin on my wrist. Oddly domestic.

He kissed me outside his house, the warm Texas sun making his eyes glow so perfectly.

“Have a good day Joel.” I couldn’t help but smile warmly at him.

He smiled back and jogged to the drivers seat of his truck

End scene— back to the present

“Nah we didn’t I was watchin’ Sarah for Christ’s sake.”

Alex just let out a huff and rolled her eyes.

“You seriously need to make a move, a real one. Climb that man like the tree he is”, I snort at that.

“Trust me hun I want to but it’s complicated. He has a job and a child. He just doesn’t have that kinda time.” I said looking down at my converse. Kind of sad.

Alex saw this but didn’t comment.

“Oh we need to do some grocery shoppin.” Alex said suddenly.

I rolled my eyes.

“Why didn’t ya go when I left?”, I said with a slight attitude but it’s all jokes.

“I wanted to go with you! We have so much fun at the store.” She whined. “You mean we get distracted and buy a bunch of shit we don’t need.”

She laughed and I rolled my eyes.

“You drive then let’s go.”

The engine hummed steadily beneath him as Joel drove, the early morning sun casting long shadows over the empty streets. He’d been up since dawn, trying to get everything together for the day, but all he could think about was her. His hands gripped the wheel tighter, and he exhaled slowly, his thoughts slipping back to that night at the bar. The music had been loud, but all he could hear was the rhythm of her heartbeat when she danced next to him. The way she looked at him—those eyes full of curiosity, like she was waiting for him to say something, anything.

God, he hadn’t felt this way in so long.

It wasn’t just the dance, though. It wasn’t just the spark that passed between them the second their hands touched. It was something deeper. She made him feel alive again in a way he hadn’t realized he needed. A part of him had almost forgotten what it felt like to want someone like that—to feel his pulse race every time he saw her, or every time their eyes met, even in the most casual moments. He hadn’t let himself feel that way for so long.

He’d spent too many years caught up in the chaos of life—raising Sarah, keeping his head above water, and just doing what he had to do to make sure everything worked. But with her, it was different. She didn’t have to say much. She didn’t have to do anything, really. Just being around her made everything else fade into the background.

He could still feel the warmth of her hand in his, that soft press of her fingers. He could still see the way she smiled at him when she thought no one was watching. It was subtle, but it was there. And it made his chest tighten every time he thought about it.

Or that morning they spent together in the early morning. The warm Texas sun splayed over her features perfectly. She tasted like coffee and heaven.

Sarah adored her, of course. He couldn’t blame her. Who wouldn’t? But Joel... he hadn’t expected to feel this way. It was new, and it was strange, and it made him feel a little out of control. The last time he had a crush on someone, he was a lot younger. But now? He wasn’t sure how to handle it. He wasn’t sure what it meant.

The thing was, though, he didn’t need answers right now. He didn’t need to figure it all out. He just wanted to be near her. He wanted to see her again. He wanted to get to know her, even if it was just in those small moments they shared when she babysat Sarah.

Joel’s grip on the wheel loosened slightly as he turned a corner, the thought of her weighing on his mind more heavily than the traffic or the work that awaited him. The day would drag on, but every minute spent without her felt like an eternity.

A sharp pang of longing hit him, and he let out a breath, his thoughts swirling again. It was impossible to ignore how much he wanted to talk to her, to hear her voice, to be close to her again. He couldn’t even explain it, but there was something about her presence that made him feel... better. Like maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t as stuck as he’d thought.

He laughed quietly to himself, shaking his head. He probably looked like a damn fool. But it didn’t matter. He hadn’t been this nervous about someone in so long, and for the first time in a while, he felt that familiar flutter in his chest. The kind of feeling you get when you know something is right, even if it’s not perfect, even if it doesn’t make sense.

All he knew was that he was thinking about her all the time now. Every drive to work, every moment in between, she was there.

And he couldn’t wait to see her again.

Thursday 8:38 pm

“Hey sweetheart, Sarah has been beggin’ my brother Tommy for a sleepover at his place so you don’t needa watch her tomorrow.” Joel sent two minutes ago

I heard my Nokia buzz against the coffee table. I picked it up to see Joel sent me a message.

I caught myself blushing before I could control it.

Alex saw of course.

“Oooo who’s that makin ya blush?”, she said, wiggling her ginger eyebrows.

“Shut up, it's just Joel.”

“Oh alright then.” You sent just now.

I was about to turn my attention back to the movie playing on our small screen tv but then my Nokia buzzed not only once but twice. Really fast too.

That captured both my attention and Alex’s pretty quickly. Turning off the movie.

“I was thinkin’ would ya wanna go out?” Joel sent one minute ago.

“If ya made plans already I’ll understand.” Joel sent one minute ago.

Alex was reading the text messages over my shoulder and squealing.

“Hun ya have to go, this could be the moment! You’ll finally have no excuses to bang.” She reasons with wide blue eyes.

I sat back against our sofa. I succumbed to the blush flushing my cheeks and my neck.

I really wanted to see him. Really see him. I want to see the Joel I met at Round Up. The Joel that couldn’t get enough of me.

I bit my lip and reached for my phone and started typing fast against the small keyboard.

“No, I’m free, what time you pickin me up cowboy?” You sent just now.

His response was almost instant. It made us giggle.

“Is 7 good for ya sweetheart?” Joel sent one minute ago.

God, I could almost hear him say the pet name. That thick southern drawl blessing my ear drum.

“Perfect, anything specific I should know? What should I wear?” You sent just now.

This reply took about a minute longer than the last few.

“Just bring your pretty self darlin.” Joel sent just now.

Alex got off the couch and squealed, as if she was the one going on a date with a dilf.

“Babe, we have to hit up the mall tomorrow, we’re both off, you have no choice in the matter.” Alex said, shaking my shoulders.

“Okay okay we’ll go.” I said smirking, hoping that will get her off of me.

When the movie started playing I discreetly pulled out my phone and texted Joel back.

“I can’t wait ;)” You sent just now.

Friday 4:00 pm

Alex and I’s trip to the mall was super successful. Of course with the tons of shenanigans two young adult ladies can get up to at a mall we did find something for me to wear. For my date with Joel Miller.

A dress.

The dress is a deep purple halter with a plunging neckline, fitted at the waist before flowing into an asymmetrical, handkerchief-hem skirt. Delicate sequin flowers shimmer on the bodice and lower skirt, adding a touch of sparkle. The lightweight fabric drapes softly, giving it an ethereal, almost fairy-like quality.

I felt so beautiful in it.

Alex said Joel might be tempted to have another kid.

I also bought some black kitten heels.

Friday 6:45 pm

Joel drummed his fingers against the steering wheel as he pulled up to a red light, his knee bouncing slightly. He exhaled, shaking his head at himself. He hadn’t felt this excited about a date in… hell, he couldn’t even remember the last time. Maybe ever.

His fingers ran over the fabric of his shirt absentmindedly—a pale blue denim button-down, sleeves rolled up to his forearms, paired with dark jeans and boots. Nothing fancy, but he’d put in the effort. Trimmed up his beard, a little cologne—he wanted to look good for her.

And if he was being honest with himself, he’d wanted this night more than he’d been letting on.

He’d told her Sarah had been begging to stay over at his brother Tommy’s, making it sound like a spur-of-the-moment thing. Truth was, he’d asked Tommy if he could take her. Hell, he practically begged. Just this once. Just so he could have one night where he wasn’t Dad first, worker second—where he could just be a man taking a woman he couldn't stop thinking about on a date.

Joel ran a hand through his hair as he turned onto her street. The sun had dipped low, casting warm streaks of orange and pink across the sky. He checked the time. At the dot 7:00. He was right on time, but it still didn’t feel soon enough.

Because tonight, she was his.

Friday 7:00 pm

There was a heavy knock at the door. Alex squealed. I shooed her away and told her to quiet down.

Not before I kissed her cheek and told her I would text her throughout the night.

I opened the door.

“Well I’ll be. Joel Miller showed up.” I couldn’t help the smirk and the blush that crawled onto my face.

His face mirrored mine.

“Wouldn’t miss it sweetheart. You look gorgeous darlin.” I could feel my blush deepening.

I raked my eyes over his broad form.

“You clean up well yourself cowboy, so where to.?”

Joel took my hand and smirked.

“I’ll tell ya on the way.”

Joel’s truck is a 1998 dark green ford. It just screamed Joel Miller. It smelt just like him too; forest, wood, after shave, and a little like cologne?

Joel is taking us to this hole in the wall bar at the very edge of Austin. Neither of us have been but a friend told him about it.

As soon as we stepped inside the joint the first thing I heard was blink-182 blaring through the speakers, almost making the building shake.

Joel’s hand found space on the small of my back.

We both found seats at the end of the bar. Despite the bust atmosphere we found a peaceful stillness in the spot we found.

It was perfect.

Joel ordered a Miller Lite— that made me cackle and almost fall off my seat. After that I ordered a Corona.

The drinks came quick, condensation already forming on the glass as I took a sip of my Corona. Joel raised his Miller Lite with a smirk, watching me over the rim of his bottle.

"You got somethin’ against a Miller Lite?" he teased.

I snorted, setting my drink down. "Oh, absolutely. It’s just so… dad of you. It also doesn’t help that your last name is Miller too.

Joel chuckled, shaking his head. "Maybe ‘cause I am a dad."

"Yeah, but I mean, come on," I leaned in a little. "You could’ve at least pretended to be a little adventurous. Ordered, I don’t know, whiskey? An IPA?"

Joel took a slow sip of his beer, eyes never leaving mine. "Darlin’, if you think a whiskey drinker is more adventurous than a guy who's drinkin’ his beer, mindin’ his business, and focusin’ on his date… then I think you’ve been hangin’ around the wrong men."

The way he said it—low, deliberate—sent a spark down my spine. I took another sip of my drink to cool the heat creeping up my neck. Not to mention made me wet as fuck.

We settled into easy conversation, falling into that natural rhythm we seemed to have. We talked about music—Joel had a soft spot for ‘80s rock but admitted blink-182 had its place. I told him about my favorite books, and he admitted he wasn’t much of a reader, but Sarah had been pushing him to read Little Women with her. That made me smile.

At some point, we spotted the small Photo Booth tucked in the corner of the bar. It had a neon Photos $5 sign flickering against the dim lights.

"We have to," I said, already dragging him toward it.

Joel let out a gruff laugh. "That thing’s been there since the '90s. Bet it barely works."

"Only one way to find out."

We squeezed inside, our knees knocking together in the tiny space. The curtain barely shut all the way, a thin strip of light sneaking in.

"Alright," I grinned. "First one—normal."

The flash went off.

"Now, funny one."

Joel made a face, but I was too busy laughing to keep up.

"Alright, last one—" I turned my head just as he did, our faces inches apart. The timer ticked down.

And then he kissed me.

Slow, but deep—his hand cradled my jaw, thumb brushing over my cheek. The camera flashed.

Neither of us moved, not even when the film strip slid out with a soft whirr. His forehead rested against mine, his breath warm against my lips.

"We should get outta here," he murmured.

I swallowed, nodding. Not before pocketing the two strips that slid out the machine.

The car ride back to his house was quiet, thick with tension, but not the uncomfortable kind. The kind where every glance, every shift in his seat, made my heart hammer.

And when he pulled into his driveway, turned off the engine, and looked at me… I knew tonight wasn’t over.

Friday 9:35 pm

When we walk through the door it's a mix of hands gripping and groping, toeing heels and boots off, hands in each other's hair and unbuttoning Joel’s shirt.

Joel had you against the wall.

“You have two choices, cowboy, take me to bed or take me here” you whispered into his ear in a sultry tone, dragging your teeth over his earlobe gently. Joel thrust up in response, rolling his hips into yours multiple times.

Joel’s breath was ragged against your neck, his hands gripping your thighs as he pressed you back against the wall just inside his front door. Heat radiated between you, bodies flush, mouths teasing, testing, taking. But even through the haze of want, he found enough clarity to murmur against your lips, "Upstairs."

You felt his strength as he lifted you, your legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. He carried you up the stairs like it was nothing, every step deliberate, every touch desperate. His denim shirt was already unbuttoned, your fingers grazing over warm, taut muscle as he nudged open his bedroom door with his shoulder.

The room was dimly lit, shadows stretching across the walls from the soft glow of the lamp on his nightstand. He set you down at the edge of the bed, standing between your legs, his rough hands skimming up your arms, along your jaw, tilting your face up to his.

His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide with need, but there was something else there, too. Something deeper. Like he was trying to memorize this moment—every breath, every sigh, every way you looked at him like he was the only man in the world.

"You’re somethin’ else, darlin’," he whispered, almost reverent, his thumb ghosting over your lips before he kissed you again, slow and lingering, like he had all the time in the world. But then you tugged at his belt, and his restraint snapped like a live wire.

Clothes fell away in a blur of eager hands and hushed laughter, the weight of the moment pressing down as he guided you back onto the bed, hovering over you.

He leaves a path of wet kisses down the plane of your chest, in between your breasts, and over the softness of your stomach. As he approaches your center, he shimmies your panties over your hips and down your legs, exposing your wet pussy to the cool air of the bedroom. Joel moans, “There she is. God, every inch of ya is goddamn beautiful honey.”

He dropped to his knees in front of the bed, his broad shoulders spread your legs apart, giving him a perfect view of the arousal coating your folds. His fingers travel up your thighs, inching closer to your core.

You’re writhing in anticipation of his touch where you need him most. He takes his time, teasing you until you almost break.

Sensing your need, he gives in and runs his finger over your clit and down your seam. He looks up at you with a devilish grin before he dives in. His tongue glides through your folds, lapping up your arousal.

Your back arches, shoving your pussy in his face when he reaches your clit. He circles his tongue over the hardened nub, wraps his lips around it, and begins to suck and flick his tongue, sending shockwaves up your body, causing a moan to tumble from your mouth. He smirks without letting his lips leave you, pleased with your response.

His forearms grip around your thighs to hold you in place, not letting you pull away from his tongue ravishing your clit. He’s devouring you like a man starved. Because it’s true, he has been starving.

He knows you’re close and groans into your pussy. The vibration reverberating through your body is enough to send you over the edge. Your thighs shake, a harmony of moans and curse words barreling from your lips while you cum all over his patchy beard. He laps up your slick while he gazes at your blissed-out face. Joel ascends the bed and leans in to kiss you, and with a devilish grin, he rasps, “Been wantin to do that for awhile baby.”

After I caught my breath I reached my hand to rest over the bulge in his boxers. I rubbed it then reached into the fabric and lazily pumped his dick.

Joel didn’t have time for that though.

“Joel…” you whined, trying to send him a clear message that you wanted, no, needed him. Besides, it’s not like you were likely to be able to sleep now…

“M’yeah, baby…I know…I know,” he mumbled between kisses. Detaching your lips for a brief second.

A sound tumbles out of you, needy and pathetic as you writhe your hips into his touch. Bucking your hips up, you search for something—anything to sate the ache that sits deep in your core. Leaning over you, he grazes his stubbled cheek over your smooth skin before kissing you jaw.

Pressing a polite kiss to your cheek, slides in, burying his cock your slick, tight cunt to the hilt. Taking a few grounding thrusts, he digs his fingertips into your hips before setting a hard, furious pace. “F-fuck! Joel, please don’t stop!” You get impossibly wetter at his eager pace, squelching sounds echoing in the room.

“Atta girl.”

He grunts unintelligibly in your ear, knowing that stopping is the last goddamn thing he’d want to do right now.

“Oh fuck, sweetheart. Y-you really have no idea what you do to me, do you?” Joel growled, pulling his cock all the way out before slamming back in, making you shriek with delight. “You’re so fucking beautiful, you know that, right? So good for me… Your cunt was made just for me. Just. For. Me.”

Punctuating his last words with his thrusts, he ghosts his fingers between your thighs, reaching for your clit and circles over the bundle of nerves. Inhaling sharply, you quickly come undone under his dizzying strokes. One light brush accompanied with a particularly deep thrust has you cumming under him, shaking and dissolving violently. As your orgasm ripples intensely through your core, you drag your nails down his back creating red lattice marks on his skin.

“Fuck! Joel, I can’t—” Your back arches away from the marble as you attempt to move away from his thrusts.

“I know, I know, darlin”

With your whines and moans now muffled by his hand, he continues to pound away at your overstimulated pussy until you feel dizzy, screwing your eyes shut in an effort to ground yourself. Just as he was nearing his own orgasm, he felt you clamp down and get impossibly tighter around his cock.

He drags his hand down from your mouth to your jaw, holding you tightly in place. “Fuck, oh shit, hun, look at me,” Joel lets out a strangled moan before cumming inside of you. His release triggered something deep in your core, making you scream bloody murder. A second orgasm rips through you, walls pulsing, your sore pussy drinking up his spend. You collapse into a sob when you feel him pull out, trying to adjust to the sudden feeling of emptiness.

Breaths ragged, he trails kisses up your neck while slowly rubbing the growing dark spots in your hips where he had gripped tightly. You wrap your shaking legs around his waist and pull him into an embrace.

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writerofautumnnights · 2 days ago

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𝗙𝗜𝗥𝗦𝗧 𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 — 𝐉𝐎𝐁𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐌

✧༚ ˎˊ ˗ pairing: jobe bellingham x fem!oc

✧༚ ˎˊ ˗ sumary: chance encounter. A lost tourist in Sunderland. A footballer’s unexpected kindness leads to shared laughs and a subtle connection. But the language barrier and a professional commitment keep things from going further—at least for now.

✧༚ ˎˊ ˗ warnings: english is not my first language, so please excuse any mistakes!

keara’s imessage: wow, it's been a few days since I posted the masterlist for The Unspoken Connection, and I'm finally dropping the first chapter! Sorry for the wait, but I hope you all enjoy this little sneak peek into Sarah and Jobe’s world! 💕 Taglist is below, so let me know if you want in! I’d love to hear your thoughts! 😘

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Sarah adjusted her coat and stepped out of the building where she was staying, her headphones playing a song that made her feel a little safer in the middle of all this. The day was freezing, and the wind stung her cheeks, but she was excited. The idea of exploring cities in the UK with her language school friends seemed like a great way to make the most of her exchange experience.

But, as always, things didn’t go as planned. On the subway, she tried to follow the instructions on a sign, but the station names and directions moved too fast for her to properly understand. The first time she asked someone for help, the response came so quickly that she had to force a smile and nod in thanks—without actually understanding a single word.

This is fine. You’re doing great, Sarah. You’ll learn.

She tried to convince herself while clutching a makeshift map scribbled on the back of a paper with an address on it. But the insecurity was always there, hidden in the words she still didn’t fully grasp.

Still, when she finally reached the right station, anxiety mixed with excitement. Her friends had invited her to explore a city near Manchester, and she was determined to have fun. Even if it meant traveling a few hours away, discovering new places had been magical—except for the moments when she fell into the language trap, facing how fast people spoke in their daily lives.

And now, alone in unfamiliar streets, with no phone battery and no real physical map to guide her, her words of encouragement felt emptier than ever.

"Great, Sarah. Rule number one of studying abroad: always have a portable charger. Rule number two: learn how to follow directions properly before getting lost in another country."

She let out a frustrated sigh and looked around, searching for any visual clues that might help her remember the way to the bar/club where her friends were waiting. The cold wind made her eyes water, but it wasn’t just the weather making her uncomfortable. She should have arrived at least fifteen minutes ago, but with no GPS or easy way to contact them, all she could do was keep walking and try to recognize a familiar landmark.

That was when, while trying to decipher a street sign in English, she bumped into someone. A sudden impact, followed by a muffled sound as her bag nearly slipped from her shoulder.

"Oh, sorry!" she hurried to say, her accent immediately giving away that she wasn’t from around here.

"It’s alright," a male voice replied, light and relaxed.

Sarah quickly looked up, expecting to see some random stranger, probably just as lost as she was in this maze of streets.

But what she saw nearly knocked the breath out of her.

Jobe Bellingham.

He was right there. In front of her.

For a moment, the world seemed to slow down, like everything around her had suddenly faded into the background, leaving only that familiar face in front of her. Sarah felt her heart skip a beat, a strange sense of déjà vu washing over her. He looked even more real than in the photos—his confident smile, his piercing gaze.

Like she had somehow ended up inside one of the fanfics she’d read weeks ago. But instead of being the author imagining everything, she was actually living it.

"I can’t believe I’m living a fanfic in reverse," she thought, irony hitting her like a slap. The kind of absurd thought that normally would’ve made her laugh, but she couldn’t. Her throat felt too tight to say anything.

She stared at him, trying to mask her shock, but her brain was short-circuiting, struggling to process reality while his voice still echoed in her mind.

His dark, curious eyes were fixed on her, and for a second, the confusion was mutual. He clearly had no idea who she was, but Sarah knew exactly who he was. Or at least, who he was in the football world.

Jobe was wearing a brown suede jacket, left open just enough to reveal the white T-shirt underneath. The sleeves were slightly rolled up, giving him a casual but put-together look. Black track pants with blue stripes added a relaxed touch, contrasting with the more polished upper half. It was the kind of outfit that showed he cared about how he looked—but effortlessly. A perfect balance of style and comfort. His hair, slightly messy, still managed to look perfectly in place, adding to that laid-back charm. The streetlights cast a soft glow on his skin, highlighting his sharp features.

Sarah quickly looked away, embarrassment flooding her body, desperate to focus on anything other than the growing chaos in her mind.

No, breathe, Sarah. Calm down. He’s just a football player. Just… the younger brother of the famous one. No big deal.

Fuck.

But he’s hot. And tall.

"It’s really alright," he repeated, stepping slightly to the side as if to give her more space. His tone was casual, easygoing, but Sarah felt something else beneath it—something unspoken, an unexpected kind of pull. He didn’t feel like a famous football player or someone untouchable. Somehow, he felt… approachable. And that made the whole situation even weirder.

She shifted uncomfortably, taking a few steps back. The words were stuck on her tongue.

How was she supposed to react? Should she mention the fact that she’d read fanfics about him? That would be ridiculous, right?

She struggled to mask the rising panic, praying she didn’t come off as some crazy fan.

Jobe frowned slightly, his curiosity evident. Noticing her hesitation, he gave her a small, amused smile.

"You alright?"

Sarah forced herself to look at him. So calm, so... normal. As if he wasn’t the biggest football star she’d ever seen in real life. She tried to steady her voice, figuring out how to act.

"Oh, yeah! Of course!" She spoke too fast, trying to sound confident, but the weight of her accent made it clear—English wasn’t her first language.

I’m here, he’s here, and no one’s going to believe me if I ever tell this story.

He looked at her with a mix of confusion and curiosity, not immediately realizing who she was or why there was tension in the air.

"You alright?" he asked. "You look a bit... uh, all over the shop. Need a hand? ‘Cause I can sort you out."

The speed of his words made her brain freeze for a second. Sarah understood English, but different accents were still a challenge—especially when someone spoke fast and full of slang.

She hesitated, her mind scrambling for a response. Say something! Say anything!

"My phone… died. And I… kinda have no idea where I am," she admitted, gesturing with her hands, as if that would help explain.

Jobe raised an eyebrow, his eyes shining with something that could’ve been sympathy or just pure amusement.

"So… you’re lost."

"Not lost!" Sarah quickly corrected, motioning to the street around them. "Just... temporarily... misplaced," she added, forcing a nervous laugh.

He glanced around, like he was trying to get a read on the situation. The wind made her hair move, and she quickly fixed it, but she didn’t dare do anything else except wait.

"Right," he teased. "Where are you trying to go?"

Sarah frowned, trying to piece together the right sentence. I can’t say I was trying to get to a bar with my friends and now, somehow, I’m standing here talking to Jobe Bellingham...

She shook her head quickly, pushing the thought aside. Not the time for this.

"I… need to find… some friends," she tried, still mixing up her words. "But… not knowing the way."

Jobe raised an eyebrow, clearly entertained by her effort.

"No problem," he said. "Tell me where it is, maybe I can help."

Sarah hesitated. The last thing she wanted was to come off like some desperate fan using this as an excuse to spend more time with him. But the truth was—she really did need help.

She sighed and, before handing him the note, mumbled, "This is weird."

Jobe frowned, amused. "What is?"

"Oh, no, not you!" Sarah rushed to clarify, gesturing nervously. "I mean, the situation! Me, lost, and then… you. Not that you're weird, I just—"

Jobe let out a laugh, crossing his arms. "Honestly, this just keeps getting better."

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide a shy smile before reaching into her coat pocket and pulling out a crumpled piece of paper where she had written the address before leaving.

Jobe took the paper and glanced at it quickly, smiling when he saw what she had written.

"Oh, it's not far from here. I can take you there if you want."

Sarah’s eyes widened. She didn’t want to seem like an inconvenience, but considering that her only other option was asking random strangers and hoping to understand their directions…

"Are you sure? I mean, you don’t have to…"

"Yeah, I know. But I want to."

Jobe didn’t even have to think much before saying that. It was instinctive, almost unconscious—a simple desire to extend the conversation, to enjoy her company a little longer.

He observed her for a moment, in a way that didn’t reveal too much but still allowed him to take in every detail. She looked beautiful. Actually, she looked absolutely stunning. The black outfit created a striking contrast against her golden skin under the streetlights, and the leather skirt paired with high-heeled boots gave her an effortless confidence. The gold jewelry reflected tiny sparkles whenever she moved, drawing attention to her gestures, to the way her hands followed her words.

But it wasn’t just that. The way Sarah furrowed her brows while trying to find the right words, how she gestured a little more than necessary to make up for the lack of fluency—everything about her had a natural charm that intrigued him. Jobe realised he liked that. He liked the soft accent that slipped into her English, the honesty in her eyes when she tried to explain herself and got lost in the middle of it.

He just wasn’t the type to show that kind of thing. Never had been. And if Sarah paid attention, she’d figure that out soon enough.

"Oh, I don’t want to be a bother! I just—"

"I already told you, no worries," he interrupted with a shrug, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Jobe." He extended his hand to greet her.

"Sarah."

"So, Sarah…" His British accent saying her name made her feel like a teenager, but she played it cool. "Consider this my good deed for the day."

She laughed, relaxing a little.

"Alright, Mr. Good Deeds… I think that’s how you say it." Jobe chuckled, making her smile. "Lead the way."

He nodded, already starting to walk and motioning for her to follow. As they walked side by side along the cobbled streets, Sarah tried to focus on the conversation, but her mind was racing. What was she even doing? She was walking next to Jobe Bellingham. The Bellingham younger brother. If she told anyone, no one would believe her.

She tried not to look stupid or nervous, but the effect he had on her was undeniable.

The conversation flowed naturally—at least until Sarah stumbled over an expression he used and had to ask him to repeat it.

"Wait, what does proper dodgy mean?"

Jobe blinked, surprised, before laughing. "Means suspicious. Like, well sketchy."

"Oh, I see. Sketchy," she repeated, mentally memorising it.

"Wait, you don’t know English slang?"

"I’m learning," she admitted, a little embarrassed. "It’s harder when I need information and end up talking to someone young."

Jobe observed Sarah’s behaviour as they walked, dividing his attention between the road ahead and the woman beside him. Her glasses kept shifting from one hand to the other, a clear sign of her nerves. But Sarah did everything she could to hide it.

"I reckon I’ll have to teach you then."

"Much appreciated."

Sarah caught herself smiling at him. She was starting to relax, but a part of her was still on high alert. The cobbled streets were narrow and charming, but she was so focused on not tripping that she could barely appreciate the scenery.

"You’ve got a funny accent," he remarked, a mischievous smile highlighting his dimple.

SHIT.

Sarah looked at him, trying not to get flustered.

"I know, it’s… I’m trying to improve. If I had my phone, it’d be easier—I can use the translator."

"Nah. Don’t worry, I get you. And it’s cute!" He glanced at her with a grin, noticing how carefully she stepped to avoid getting her heels caught in the pavement. "Just don’t ask me to talk like you, yeah? That’d be, like… impossible."

She laughed, relieved that he wasn’t making fun of her struggles. But then he dropped another phrase she didn’t understand.

"That’s kinda like ‘dodgy’, right?" Sarah asked, frowning slightly.

"Exactly! Look at you, picking things up quick."

Sarah smiled, feeling a bit more confident, but then she stumbled over her words, struggling to keep up with his accent.

"I just… I need to get better. And you—you all…" she quickly corrected herself, "make me nervous sometimes. Everything sounds different to me."

Jobe noticed her frustration as she crossed her arms against herself, and without making a big deal of it, he shifted his coat closer to her when the cold wind cut through the air.

"If you want, you can take my coat," he offered with a gentle smile.

She hesitated for a moment, brushing her fingers over the fabric.

"Thanks, but I’m fine."

"So, you’d rather not look like a penguin, then," he teased, making her laugh.

As they walked side by side, Sarah found herself reflecting on the moment. Jobe was being so… approachable. She never imagined a famous footballer like him would be this easygoing, this… normal. He didn’t seem anything like the celebrities she saw on social media. He was just helping someone who was lost, like anyone else would.

But it confused her. What was he even doing here? Walking with her, so far removed from the world of flashing cameras and headlines? Was he just being polite, or was there something more? Was she reading too much into this?

She pushed those thoughts aside, focusing on the walk, but the insecurity lingered. She was lost in Sunderland, struggling to understand Jobe’s English, frustrated with herself for not being fluent yet. It felt like all the challenges of her exchange trip were piling up, and now this—this strange interaction with someone she knew was famous. It was almost too much.

"Tell me more about yourself," Jobe asked, pulling her back into the conversation. "Where are you from?"

She hesitated. "I’m from Brazil."

"Oh, sick!" He smiled, as if that was an unexpectedly interesting fact. "And are you liking England so far?"

"Yeah, but it’s complicated," Sarah replied, laughing a little. "But I’m learning. Sometimes I get frustrated with English… some days it’s really hard to understand everything."

Jobe seemed to pick up on her struggle and quickly cracked a joke to lighten the mood. "Well, you’re doing better than me. I wouldn’t understand a bloody thing if I tried speaking Portuguese."

"Oh, you don’t know what you’re missing," she teased, a bit of pride in her tone.

"Your mates really chose Sunderland of all places to visit?" Jobe couldn’t hide his curiosity. He could if he wanted to, but Sarah was exactly his type. She caught his eye. The way her outfit hugged her curves made it impossible not to notice. It was like one of the girls from his Instagram had just stepped into real life, right in front of him.

She was definitely his type.

Sarah adjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder, hesitating for a second before answering. “In Manchester, actually. But I came here with some friends. We wanted to explore a bit.”

He raised his eyebrows, intrigued. “So you left Manchester to come to Sunderland?”

She laughed. “Yeah, sounds kind of random, right?”

“A little,” he admitted, crossing his arms. “Not that I’m complaining, but people usually pick Newcastle or a bigger city. Sunderland isn’t usually at the top of the list.”

Sarah shrugged, amused. “We wanted to watch a football match outside of London, and someone suggested here because of a Netflix series. And well… now we’re here, and I still got lost.”

Jobe chuckled, shaking his head. “Well, I’m glad you were lucky enough to bump into me.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Lucky? You almost ran me over.”

He placed a hand on his chest, feigning indignation. “Now I’m the villain of the story?”

“I don’t know,” Sarah replied, pretending to think. “You like running, right? Maybe you thought you were on the field.”

Jobe smiled, tilting his head slightly, as if assessing her response. “Funny one, aren’t you?”

Sarah just gave a small smile, trying to ignore the way he was looking at her, as if he was genuinely enjoying their conversation.

“But anyway,” he continued, “how long are you staying in Sunderland?”

“Just until Monday. Then I go back to Manchester.”

“Hmm,” he murmured, nodding slowly. “So you don’t have much time to get lost again.”

Sarah laughed. “Yeah, that’s why I need to find my friends soon.”

The conversation remained light until, turning a corner, Sarah tripped on a loose stone. Jobe immediately grabbed her arm, preventing her from falling.

“Whoa! Are you okay?” he asked, a concerned smile on his face, still holding her arm for a moment.

Sarah wanted to hide inside herself. If it were possible, a blush would have spread across her cheeks, but she tried not to show any nervousness. “Yes, all good. I just… seem to be uncoordinated.”

He laughed softly. “No big deal. But hey, if you need more English lessons or balance lessons, you know where to find me.”

Sarah looked at him, her heart beating a little faster, but feeling more at ease. He was being much kinder and more fun than she expected from someone like him.

“I thought it was closer,” Sarah admitted after feeling slight discomfort in her feet, but quickly backtracked. “I liked your company, okay? It’s just… my boots, t-they’re not great.”

Jobe laughed at Sarah’s nervousness, making her bite her lip.

“It’s all good!”

When they reached the corner where the bar/club was, Sarah saw her friends through the window, waving excitedly.

“Looks like your friends actually found a place!” Jobe commented, stopping beside her.

Sarah didn’t want to go. She had enjoyed talking to someone who had the patience for her language slips.

“But you still haven’t told me… How did you end up in Sunderland?”

He laughed, as if it was an interesting question. “Well, you know, football. The team brought me here. But I thought that since I’m in the UK, it wouldn’t be too hard. How long are you staying in Manchester?”

Sarah thought for a moment, trying to choose the right answer. She knew he was trying to learn more about her without being invasive, but it felt strange to talk to someone so far from her reality yet so close at the same time. “I’ll be here for a few months. I’m taking the opportunity to improve my English and… figure myself out a little.”

Jobe looked at her with a spark in his eyes, more curious than she expected. “And what exactly brought you to England?”

She hesitated, unsure if she wanted to explain about the exchange program. She didn’t want him to see her as someone lost, but she wasn’t lying.

“It’s a bit complicated, but I wanted to see more of the world… and improve my English.”

“I get it. Manchester isn’t exactly London, but it’s a good place to focus, and there’s plenty to do.” Jobe paused, and for a second, it seemed like he wanted to ask more, but he decided to change the subject. “So you’ll be there for a while.”

“Yes, I think it’ll be a good experience.”

As they neared the club, Sarah looked at him. It was strange. She had just met Jobe, but their conversation flowed so naturally that it felt like she had known him for much longer. She wanted to enjoy the moment, but at the same time, she didn’t know what to do with this whirlwind of feelings.

“Well, here we are,” she said, trying to hide her nervousness. “I… I’ll go in and see if my friends are here.”

Jobe looked at her, still with that charming smile. “I’ll wait here. No need to worry, I’m fine.”

But Sarah had a sudden idea. She hesitated before speaking. “You… don’t want to come in and enjoy a bit? If it’s not a bother, of course.”

Jobe looked at her with a curious expression, the smile still on his lips. “Are you inviting me to go into the club with you?”

“Hmm, yeah… If you want to,” she replied, feeling a bit nervous but eager to seize the moment.

Sarah couldn’t understand why she was so nervous. Okay. The language wasn’t her strong suit, so her mind kept jumping between translating or forming sentences with the correct verb tenses, but this felt different.

She felt like a teenager. And Jobe loved seeing how he could affect her.

“I’d love to,” he said, with a tone that made Sarah feel more comfortable, but then he shook his head with a half-guilty smile. “But I’ve got practice early tomorrow. If I go in now, I won’t leave for a while, and my coach would probably kill me.”

Sarah nodded, trying to hide the irrational sting of disappointment she felt. Of course, he couldn’t stay. He was a professional athlete, had a disciplined career. Unlike her, still figuring out what to do with her life.

“Oh, of course,” she said quickly. “That makes sense. Discipline and all.”

Jobe tilted his head, watching her as if he were trying to figure her out. “You seem disappointed,” he commented, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

Sarah laughed, crossing her arms. “Maybe just a little. But only because I wanted to see if you’d get lost trying to understand the conversations inside here.”

He let out a low laugh. “Hey, I’m English, remember? I have the advantage here.”

“Doesn’t mean anything. Depending on the accent and speed, I don’t understand Americans sometimes.”

Jobe smiled and shook his head, as if he was enjoying the conversation more than he should. Then, before the silence between them got awkward, he shoved his hands in his coat pockets and asked, “But tell me, where are you staying?”

“I don’t know,” Sarah answered without thinking too much. “I mean, I don’t know the hotel’s address. But it’s near the station. Maybe I’ll learn the name if I don’t go crazy trying to understand everything.”

He laughed. “I think you’ll be fine. But, just in case… you should give me your number. If you get lost again and need a translator.”

Sarah blinked, surprised.

Wait.

He was... asking for her number?

No, it must just be out of kindness. Or he says that to everyone. Or maybe he was just making sure she wouldn’t have to stop any more strangers on the street.

But why did she feel that flutter in her stomach?

She opened her mouth to respond, but hesitated. The truth was...

“I don’t know my number,” she confessed, laughing nervously. “I mean, it’s a new SIM card, and I haven’t memorized it yet.”

Jobe raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Okay, then just text me and we’re good.”

“My phone’s dead, remember?”

He let out a short laugh. “That’s true. So you’re completely unreachable?”

Sarah made a face. “Basically.”

“Rough, huh?” Jobe joked, shaking his head but not seeming bothered. “Do you at least have Instagram?”

“I do,” she answered, and before she could hesitate, grabbed his phone when he handed it over and typed in her username.

When she handed it back, Jobe looked at the screen and gave her a sideways smile. “Nice. Now you have no excuse if you get lost again.”

She laughed, but inside she doubted he would actually remember to follow her later. He probably knew thousands of people all the time. It was just a polite gesture.

“Alright, I’ll head off,” he said, taking a step back. “It was fun saving your night.”

Sarah rolled her eyes with a smile. “You’re exaggerating.”

“Maybe a little,” he admitted, winking at her. “But let me know if you need more English lessons.”

And with that, he turned and started walking away, while Sarah was still trying to process everything.

She walked into the bar, feeling a mix of excitement and disbelief. Why was she reacting like this? Just because Jobe Bellingham had been nice to her?

She mentally scolded herself. He was younger. And a famous athlete. What the hell was she thinking?

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synvil · 4 months ago

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can’t swim // rafe cameron

a / n : rafe cameron thoughts. btw this was actually an anonymous ask i sent to a writer, i don’t know if she’ll write it but im sure if she does, it’ll turn out amazing. @rafeysbunny i’m 🧋 anon, hehe.

fun fact, i cannot swim.

synopsis : in which, rafe overhears that you can’t swim and during a party out on the docks, some of the kooks push you into the ocean to loosen you up.

warnings : reader can’t swim. kelce being an ass, peer pressure, etc.

“are you serious, [Name]?”

The raised tone of her voice causes you to shush her as you tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear and purse your lips faintly. “Not so loud, sare..” You let out a small breath and frown, leaning back against the headboard of her bed.

Sarah nods in understanding, lowering her tone as she sighs softly and crosses her legs on the bed in front of you. “That’s crazy- i mean, everyone here in Outer Banks are either surfers or decent swimmers.”

“Except me..” You trail off, shutting your eyes as you bring your hands up to your face. “It’s pretty humiliating, you know.. Seeing everyone in their swimsuits and able to swim in the ocean or go surfing, without the fear of drowning.”

“Wow, no wonder you wouldn’t ever go into the pool or go swimming with us during the boat parties on the dock..”

Unbeknownst to you two, Sarah’s door was open and a passing Rafe Cameron was on his way downstairs when he overhears your conversation.

“It’s not like I haven’t tried, but each time, I feel my body sinking and it terrifies me. Plus, y’know, with the whole nearly drowning as a kid trauma and shit.” you force a laugh while Sarah shares a bittersweet smile.

“It’s alright, stay by me tonight and I’ll keep an eye out for you.”

“Thanks, Sarah, I appreciate it.. and you can’t tell anyone either, okay, especially not Rafe.” You warn pleadingly and she chuckles and nods. “wait, why specifically him?”

You feel your cheeks warm at her question as you turn away. “Your brother just seems like the type to make fun of me for it, and besides, it’s just embarrassing to have a guy i think is hot, to know that about me.”

Sarah scrunches her nose and shudders. “I think your crush on my brother is more embarrassing than you being unable to swim.” she teases and you playfully push her away from you as she breaks into a laugh.

Rafe peeks into the room and thinks for a moment as his eyes examine and take in your form. He has already known long ago of your developed crush on him, and to say he has a mutual infatuation with you may be an understatement.

Every time you come over, Rafe finds every excuse to be in the house, sometimes even in the same room, just to get a look at you.

The way you tuck your hair behind your ear when you feel shy, the way your eyes light up when you laugh, everything entices him, intrigues him. You were just so perfect.

Rafe quickly pulls away when he hears movement and leans against the wall beside the doorframe for a moment.

Despite being a little surprised at the newfound information, it brought a little smile to his face. You can’t swim? How cute.

“Come on, we should get ready for Topper’s party tonight.” Sarah says and you sigh softly, but get up anyways with her as she heads over to her closet. “It’ll be fun, come on.”

Rafe lingers for a second longer as he imagines what you’ll be wearing before taking his leave downstairs.

It’s around ten at night when the two of you arrive at the docks, the night sky surrounding the area with only the lights of Topper’s large boat illuminating the place.

“I don’t know, maybe i shouldn’t be here..” You go to turn around but Sarah stops you, pulling you to her side. “Come on, it’ll be okay, i promise. Besides, you look super cute, so flaunt it, okay?” She winks and you huff a breath before following after her.

The closer you get, the louder the partygoers become and the music blasting is enough to stimulate the senses.

Once you get on board, Sarah is engulfed by her friends, while you remain on the sideline with a weak smile and awkwardly hugging your arms. Despite being a kook, you weren’t among the popular ones but that wasn’t enough to get you on their bad side at least.

You rub your arms, the thin fabric of your cardigan doing nothing but add to Sarah’s fashion sense of your outfit tonight. In her baby blue, cropped cardigan, a matching spaghetti strapped solid colored tank and dark washed, high waisted denim shorts.

You help yourself to the bar, grabbing a red solo cup and letting the bartender fill the plastic cup with some beer before bringing it to your lips, hoping it would do some good to alleviate some anxiety, while you keep an eye on Sarah from nearby, who’s talking with her friends.

The scene brings a smile to your lips when you recall her saying she would keep an eye on you earlier in the day but you were happy to see her enjoy herself.

However, you didn’t get to enjoy much time alone as Topper and his friends make his way over to you.

“Hey, [Name]. All alone again?” Kelce smirks and you merely offer a small smile in return. “Not much of a party kinda girl.. but it’s nice.” you mention the last part to Topper who dismisses you, understanding you meant no offense.

“Where’s Sarah?” Topper asks, looking around the area and you gesture over a little ways nearby.

“She’s talking with some friends.” You reply, tapping my fingers against my cup as you shift your footing, feeling the anxiety come back, causing you to take another sip of your drink.

You let your eyes wander around the group, briefly catching Rafe’s, who let his eyes trail up and down your form for a moment, taking in your appearance. The way the baby blue color popped against your skin, the way your hair was styled for tonight’s party. Even the way you shyly held your cup to your chest, fingers still tapping against the sides.

Feeling your cheeks warm from Rafe’s intense gaze, you turn away and look back to Kelce.

Kelce and some of the other guys step closer and you give a small smile to them. “Is there something I can help you with?”

“Come on, [Name]. We notice you always come to these parties but you don’t do anything,” Kelce mentions and you force a chuckle. “I’m an observer.” but some of the other guys don’t take that answer. “All we’re saying is, you should loosen up a little. Come on, some of the girls are taking dives off the tail, you should join.”

Your eyes widen slightly and you wave off the idea. “No, i think im good tonight, im actually pretty tired..” You say and Kelce scoffs lightly as his hand goes down to grab your wrist. “Don’t be a buzzkill, [Name], the water will wake you right up.”

“Kelce, i’m not really in the mood to-“ Rafe places a hand on Kelce’s shoulder, stopping him. “Let go, dude, let’s just leave her alone.” But Kelce doesn’t listen as he drags you along to where the other girls are, and the commotion causes all the partygoers to look over, Sarah looking your way.

Your eyes meet Rafe’s and he notices a look of fear and anxiety in them as Kelce brings you over and you try to pull away, the other guys surrounding you all, cheering Kelce and You.

“Yeah!”

“Come on, loosen up, girly.”

“Kelce, I really don’t—“ Despite your futile attempts, Kelce just takes the cup from your hands while Sarah pushes her way through the crowd. “Hey, Kelce, leave her alone!”

Rafe purses his lips and pulls Kelce away. “Hey, seriously, that’s enough.” He warns, pushing Kelce back, who just furrows his brows and scoffs. “What the hell? Why are you getting in the way, man?”

Sarah manages to get to your side, standing over you protectively. But the other girls now get in the way.

“Come on, Sarah, let [Name] do it.”

“it’s not scary.”

You shake your head again, as the girls pull Sarah away, leaving you alone with the kook surrounding you.

Rafe is pushing Kelce away, who’s confused and pushing Rafe back in retaliation. Meanwhile this leaves the other Kooks to act freely and the guys seem to share the same idea and go over to your body.

“Hey, hold on—“

But it’s too late, as the guys pick you up with ease and toss you overboard, a wave of laughter and cheers erupting from them.

“[Name]!” Sarah shouts from the girls hold and Rafe widens his eyes as he whirls around at the sound of your scream and a splash from the impact.

“Shit-“ Rafe curses as he roughly shoves Kelce into Topper as he rips off his shirt before taking a leap off the deck and into the water with you.

You flail, panic surging into you as you begin to hyperventilate. “S-Sa-Sarah—!”

“What the hell?!” Kelce scoffs with furrowed brows while Sarah feels tears brimming her eyes. “[Name] can’t swim!” she cries out as she rips away from the girls and shoves two of the guys out of her way before leaning over the railing. “[Name]!”

Topper’s, Kelce’s and the other kooks’ eyes widen in shock at the revelation. “What?”

They all rush over the rail to peer into the ocean as Rafe is diving under to find you.

Rafe manages to find your sinking body, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you up to the surface, your body already unconscious due to the lack of air and your panic flailing.

“[Name], [Name], are you okay?” He gasps as he reaches the surface and uses a hand to caress your cheek while the other props you up under your back. “No, no, come on, [Name], wake up.”

Sarah rushes around down the boat and on the boardwalk and leans down. “Rafe, Rafe! Come on, bring her over here!”

Rafe clenches his jaw when you still don’t respond and swims his way over towards Sarah as quickly as he can, panting before lifting your body up, Sarah doing her best to help you onto the wooden docks, laying you flat on your back.

“[Name], please! please wake up!” Sarah cries as she jostles you, Rafe climbing onto the dock next to her and looking down at you. She begins doing chest compressions, tears streaming down her cheeks faster. By this time, everyone on the boat is out on the boardwalk surrounding you body on the ground.

Rafe stands up straight, his clothes soaking and dripping but he doesn’t pay it any mind as he tries to catch his breath, staring down at his sister trying to wake you.

He contemplated for just a minuscule of a second, about beating the shit out of Kelce, but he prioritized your wellbeing first.

“Rafe- she’s not waking up.”

Sarah inhales sharply, trying not to think the worst and her older brother kneels down, pinching your nose closed before bringing his lips down to yours.

The kooks are whispering amongst each other, surprised by Rafe’s sudden leadership actions.

Rafe pulls away, continuing Sarah’s chest compressions before going back to pressing his lips against yours, providing CPR.

Please, not like this. wake up, wake up for me, [Name].

Suddenly a choked noise erupts from your lips as you turn to your side and spew out bits of water. Your throat becomes sore as you cough roughly.

Sarah immediately breaks into a smile, a gasp of relief coming from her and Rafe pulls back, a sigh coming from him. “H-Hey, take it easy, you’re alright..”

You look around, feeling dizzy and nauseous as you spit up the last of the water you nearly drowned in, as Sarah pulls you to her chest, engulfing you in a tight hug. “[Name], i’m so glad you’re okay!”

Meanwhile, Rafe stands upright, looking up at the sky, trying to relax his rapidly beating heart, as he takes slow steps to turn around.

“H-Hey, look, I didn’t know-“

Kelce, already knowing what was coming, raises his hands in defense as he backs up.

However, Rafe doesn’t hesitate his fist swinging into Kelce’s cheek, succeeding in knocking him down. “You son of a bitch!”

Rafe clenches his jaw tight as he looks to the other kooks. “Party is fucking over, get the fuck away!”

Topper tries to talk some sense into Rafe but Rafe shoves him. “You hear me? I said get away! go fucking home, now!”

Everyone is stunned into silence as they share looks, before quickly scrambling away and off the dock, not wanting to argue with the Kook King.

Sarah sniffles as she pulls away and looks up at Rafe, who kneels down and tucks an arm under your legs and the other under your back, before lifting you up carefully, bridal style.

“R-Rafe?…” Your hoarse voice calls out, hands pressed to his firm chest but Rafe hushes you. “Shh.. it’s alright, just get some rest.. you’ll be fine.”

Sarah watches her brother carry you towards his truck, wiping her tears as she follows after them, exhaling gently.

Tears brim your eyes as your chest swells with warmth, despite your freezing body.

You stare up at Rafe weakly, feeling your chest grow weak as your eyes flutter close and you press your head into his chest more. “Thank you.. Rafe.. You saved me..”

Rafe’s hold on you tightens, securing you in his arms.

“..I’m so glad you’re okay… i’m so sorry..”

a/n: welp, this could’ve been sooo much better but i rushed this at work hehe. outerbanks is playing on the tv at work so i thought id get a little smth out :3 this is sooo bad though 😭

not proofread or edited. i’ll go back and edit some other time.

synvil™️.

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maybanksprincess · 5 months ago

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seven minutes in heaven

warnings: suggestive but no actual smut, mature themes, dry humping, tongue kissing.

summary: a game of seven minutes in heaven leads to reader and jj stuck in a closet together.

pairings: childhood!bsf!jj x childhood!bsf!reader

requested by this ask (thank you anon!) i dont know much about the game, so if i got one of the steps wrong, im sorry in advance.

you and the rest of the pogues gathered together on a saturday night to drink beers, smoke weed, and play spin the bottle. typical pogue shit.

all of you were sat in a circle on the carpet in the living room floor of the chateau. there was a glass beer bottle in the middle of all seven of you.

for a half hour, the game was spin the bottle. everyone's facial expressions quickly grew bored. John B, and Sarah were talking about something totally different, Pope and Cleo gone to grab a new crate of beers.

After a few more moments of all of you staring at the wall blankly, Kiara's the first to break the awkward silence. "hey what's that game we all used to play when we were sophmores?" she asks, twirling a piece of her curly hair around her pointer finger.

after kiara speaks, jjs facial expression changes to one of interest. he thinks for a moment and then speaks, "the one where you get locked in a closet for like ten minutes?" he asks

Pope rounds the corner with a few beers tucked in his arm. Cleo not far behind him "seven minutes." he corrects, pointing a finger at him.

jj rolls his eyes at the correction and mimics a mouth with his hand, mocking his words "seven minutes" he says, trying his best to sound as much like pope as possible.

you flick the back of jjs neck, mumbling a shut up to him. he lets out a high pitched ow and rolls his eyes, but ultimately he stops his mocking.

John b turns back towards the group at the mention of the new game. "are we finally gonna play something other than spin the bottle? im kinda tired of landing on Sarah." he teases

Sarah shoves him playfully, and then turns back to the topic of conversation. "Yeah we should play, it sounds fun. how does it work?" she asks, tilting her head slightly.

Pope speaks up this time, "we spin a bottle for two people, whichever two people it lands on, they go in a closet together for seven minutes to do whatever they want." he adds with a hint of suggestion at the end of his sentence.

jj smirks and turns to look at you, memories of the last time you two played this game when you were fifteen, when you shared your first kiss.

it was the first kiss for both of you, so it was sloppy and had a lot of teeth and tongue, it was sickening to think about, but never forgotten.

jj pipes up next, "yup we can play. this games borin' anyways." he says with a shrug.

everyone else agrees and shifts themselves back into a circle on the carpet. Pope places the bottle in the middle, then darting his eyes from one pogue to another.

"so whos first?" pope speaks

jj doesn't waste a second in volunteering to go first. "me! uh- ill spin first." he says, clearing his throat. everyones eyes fly to jj, giving him a questioning look.

"dude you answered that way too fast." john b says with a growing smirk on his face, his eyes now flickering between me and jj sitting beside one another.

"dude shut up!" jj says, before reaching forward and spinning the glass bottle, he crosses his arms and sneakily crosses his fingers hoping, praying, that it lands on you.

everyones eyes are glued intensely to the bottle, the tension in the small room palpable.

eventually the bottle comes to a stop, the tip of it pointing right to your knee. jj has to hold back from jumping up and saying something like hell yeah!

he instantly stands up, holding his hand out for you to take. "cmon m'lady." he teases, and looks at you with his typical shit eating grin.

you roll your eyes and take his hand, standing up and walking to the closed closet with him.

"i bet everyone can guess what they're gonna do in that closet." john b says with a smirk, as he watches jj open the closet door and enter.

"gross! i dont even wanna think about it." kie adds on, then everyone starts to whisper about both of you in the open circle.

as you both get in the cramped closet, jj takes a seat on stacked boxes that clearly say "fragile" but he obviously doesn't seem to mind. he looks up at you still standing there awkwardly in the dimly lit space.

"seems oddly familiar, doesn't it?" he teases. your brain floods with memories of you and jj in the same situation back in sophomore year.

you both had been in this exact crammed closet, deciding you could both share you first kiss together. it was sloppy, uncoordinated, and you both were trying to figure out a comfortable spot to place your hands. it was an awkward and uncomfortable kiss, but it was stuck in your brain nonetheless.

"yeah, really familiar." you chuckle nervously, looking around, and tapping your foot on the ground. you avoid eye contact with the blonde, hoping this seven minutes would pass by quickly.

he notices your shift in mood, and he smirks. he spreads his legs and moves his arms behind his head as he speaks.

"you know, were in here for a whole seven minutes. we should put it to good use, right?" he was enjoying making you nervous, and teasing you.

when he doesn't get a response, he gently pulls you onto his lap so your straddling him. he looks up into your eyes in the dimly lit closet, with something you cant quite describe.

before you know it, your both leaning in slowly, jj is the one to connect his lips with yours. the kiss was gentle and chaste at first, your mouths moving passionately against one another.

jjs hands find their way to your waist, gently caressing the flesh. you take that as a sign to move your hands up his torso, then settling your arms around his neck, all while continuing to kiss him passionately.

the kiss grows more intense over time, your tongues fighting for dominance against one another. eventually you catch yourself grinding your hips against his, as you both makeout.

minutes go by, and he finds himself lost in your kisses and the way your grinding your hips against his. his cock doesn't take long to stir in his cargo shorts.

when you feel his buldge press up against you, your hips move a little faster, the kisses becoming more desperate. before you know it, a light is shining in the closet and the sound of the door creaking fills your ears.

you pull away from jjs lips briefly to look at who opened the door.

"seven minutes are up, lovebirds." john b says with a jerk of his head, motioning for you two to get out the closet with a smirk.

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mrsriddlenott · 2 months ago

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~Another Lesson?~

Bsf!JJ Maybank x Innocent!Reader

Warnings: Smut(unprotected piv), Fluff, Love confessions, kinda unrealistic loss of virginity, lil bit of fingering, Praise kink, lil bit of Innocence kink, kinda breeding kink, hints of a Daddy kink, they make out while he’s still covered in grease so wtv warning that needs(I used it to represent his corruption kink😊), a lil bit of roleplaying, they shower together.

Not proofread so point out any mistakes ❤️

{masterlist} • {PART ONE}

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“Who told you I lost my virginity?” You laugh to Sarah, eyes bouncing between her and Kie as their smiles drop with your words.

“We heard it from some kook, she said she saw you and JJ sneak off together at John B’s party the other night. Said she heard you slept together. She’s been telling everyone.” Sarah’s face contorts in a bit of a grimace at your face as she speaks, eyeing you apologetically.

You scoff, shaking your head as your eyes find JJ’s toned arms where he works under the hood of your rickety old car parked a ways in front of where you and your friends sit on the porch, “It wasn’t for lack of trying, I’ll admit, but no I have not lost it….yet.”

“Yet?” They say in unison as JJ smirks, clearly eavesdropping, his eyes catching yours for a second before returning to his work, “So you were with JJ though?” Kie asks, a smile growing on her face at your accomplishment.

“Yup, finally.” You announce, popping your P proudly and laughing together, catching those blue eyes over their shoulders again. JJ sends a wink your way before leaning across the engine of the beat up truck as you watch his hands, fingers covered in grease and expertly maneuvering. Eyes locked on the action even though you had no clue what he was doing under there, but you sure as hell liked the view his sleeveless shirt gave you.

You lean in as you continue speaking, not wanting to boost JJ’s ego too much more, “It was amazing by the way.” You whisper, leaning back to cross your legs together, ignoring the way JJ’s eyes linger on the action instead of his work on your car.

“That’s good, you deserve to have fun just like the rest of us,” Sarah states simply, smiling at you comfortingly, “Ignore the rumors and just do what you want, I did and it turned out great for me.” She shrugs, smiling as she remembers the secretive early days of her and John B’s relationship.

“That’s exactly what I plan to do Sarah, thank you for the wonderful advice,” Smiling at your obvious boost of confidence your friends look to each other again, knowing of your crush on JJ and understanding your excitement completely.

“If you weren’t gonna be too busy today,” Kie starts in a teasing tone, looking to you as she suppresses a laugh, “We were planning on getting lunch at the Wreck, Cleo’s probably already heading over if you wanna come too?”

“I do not plan to step foot in there on my day off, no offense Kie because I do love it there,” You laugh, watching as they eye eachother knowingly, arching their eyebrows to you suspiciously, “Okay, I might have other reasons to stay at this very empty, very private home, but you don’t need to worry about that.”

“Text us.” Kie states simply, giving you a wink as her and Sarah stand from the old couch in front of you, vanishing towards Kie’s parked car while you stand, making your way to your best friend as he works. Eyeing the sweat that drips down his arm, smiling as you let your eyes wander over his form. Your new found confidence urges you to go to him again, wanting to finally talk to him and get him alone.

“Why do you always insist on working on my car when I bring it over?” You ask, laughing when you approach JJ where he hunches under the hood of your truck. His eyes linger on your short shorts, rising to your exposed midriff from your crop top with a smile before looking up to you, one eye squinted in the sun.

“Because I can’t let you go to some sleezy mechanic who will cheat you outta money or try to get a lil something extra from my girl.” JJ lets his eyes fall back to your exposed thighs, licking his lips before finding your eyes again, “Especially since you look so fuckin’ good Princess.”

“The only mechanic I’d give somethin’ extra to as payment is you Jay.” You laugh, eyeing his greasy fingers as they work on your car with a content sigh at the view of your sweaty, greasy best friend.

“Oh really?” He asks, a teasing glint in his eyes when they meet yours “Well y’see this right here?” JJ says as he points out a suspicious looking piece of metal under the hood of your car, knowing full well you have no clue what’s wrong with it, “That would cost a lot to fix if you weren’t so beautiful Mama.” JJ says with a dramatic hiss, smiling to you as you immediately pick up on what he was doing.

“Oh no,” You exaggerate false worry into your tone, putting a hand in your back pocket and leaning forward to push your chest towards his eyeline, “but I don’t have any money Sir.”

“I’m sure we can work something out.” He laughs, pushing off your car to wipe at his fingers with a rag too coated in grease to really clean anything. His eyes find yours, excitement pooling behind them as they dilate before raking over you again. JJ steps closer to you slowly, dropping his rag as his now free hand reaches for your wrist and in a flash he’s tugging you into him as his other habs grips your waist possessively.

His lips meet yours, exploring your mouth instantly as he walks you backwards, knocking your back into the door of your truck. JJ tangles his fingers in yours, not caring as he smears grease across your waste and hand. Smiling into your mouth when he realizes you don’t care either. Drifting your free hand up his arm and smearing grease over his bicep as he cages you in front of him, tongue forcing it’s way past your lips immediately, making him groan at your taste.

He rakes his hand from yours down your arm, ghosting his fingertips against your skin and leaving dirty lines as they go. Gripping your waist on both sides to leave prints behind JJ marks you as he steps back to look at you, inhaling deeply at the sight of you dirtied just for him. You whine at the loss of him, tugging him back to you and smashing your lips into his and letting your tongue take over in his moment of shock.

“Do you wanna go inside?” JJ asks tugging himself off you, his lips still ghosting against yours as his hands pull at the loops of your shorts. Eyes falling for a second to take in the markings of grease across your skin, biting his lip and letting his eyes find yours again.

“Yes, but we need to clean up first.” You sigh, “You left handprints all over one of my favorite pairs of shorts Jay.” You huff, slipping your way out of his arms, knowing he would follow you as you make your way into the Chateau.

“I didn’t hear you complaining a second ago when you were practically melting in these filthy hands Gorgeous.” He counters, biting at his bottom lip when your eyes meet his again. You know if you had told him to stop he would have but something about being marked up by your working man sent tingles across your skin.

“You are genuinely so lucky this isn’t one of my good shirts JJ,” You say, tugging your shirt forward in order to stare down at the smudges of grease on your crop top, exasperated tone showing your annoyance despite your happiness at being alone with him again, “I would be throwing a fit if I wore my cropped white tank top.”

“Oh Baby me too, I fuckin’ love that shirt,” He wolf whistles as he follows you towards the small bathroom at the end of the hall, “Your nipples always poke out of it since you don’t wear a bra, gives Papa Jay a great view when the AC works.” He laughs, making little pinching motions with his fingers as he speaks, watching your back when you slip your ruined shirt off over your head to toss it out.

You fake gasp at his words, acting as though you didn’t do it on purpose just for him, “You perv,” you giggle turning to him with your hands on your hips, chest on full display for the first time as his jaw drops.

“Holy shit, can I touch em?” JJ practically begs, wetting his lips as his eyes bounce between your eyes and your chest. Without answering him, you turn away quickly, walking the rest of the way into the bathroom with JJ hot on your heels. You shriek a little when he smacks your ass, gripping the flesh tightly and leaving an almost perfect handprint of grease directly over the pocket of your shorts.

“I’mma hang these up as decor.” He hisses, gripping your hips tightly and leaning back to observe his handy work. “Look so fuckin’ hot all dirty for me, my innocent little girl gettin’ all messy just for me.” JJ states as he starts to enter the bathroom behind you, making you laugh to yourself as you attempt to shut the door. His foot quickly blocks it from shutting, his hand pushing on it as he laughs to you.

“Sorry, did you wanna shower first?” You ask teasingly when JJ pushes his way past the closing door. His eyes glint with happiness at your closeness in the small bathroom, turning to close and lock the door behind him quickly. His eyes rake over you, hunger raging behind them at the sight of your teasing smile, the pop of your hip, the rise and fall of your exposed chest. And he just can’t stop himself.

“We’ll save water if we do it together,” JJ says, jumping forward to kiss you, shoving you backwards by a strong grip on your waist, not caring if he leaves you entirely covered in filthy handprints. Gripping the hem of your shorts and tugging them down your thighs as he stares JJ contemplates a second before smearing a handprint across your thigh. Clearly not satisfied JJ drags his hand up his dirtied arms, smudging the grease further and collecting more before smacking it onto your thigh again. “Stay just like that for a second.” JJ orders as he tugs his phone out of his pocket, snapping a few quick pictures of his fist, filthy and gripping at your thigh before tossing it down onto the counter loudly.

“Now I get to help clean you up.” He sighs, gently shoving you backwards towards the shower and letting you step in before tugging his clothes off and following you in. “I have imagined this too many times Baby, you are literally helping make my fantasies a reality right now.”

“Lemme guess, you soiled me on purpose?” You fill your voice with a sultry tone, emphasizing your words with a flick of your tongue in his direction. “You wanted to clean me up after hm?” Turning around with a smile, letting JJ get an eyes full of your naked body. Listening as his breath catches at your question, his eyes following the way you bend down to turn on the water, letting it start to cascade down your back, taking some of the gease with it and painting down your legs, giving him a veiw of a lifetime.

JJ slotted himself behind you, placing a hand on your tailbone, snaking the other to your chest and tugging you up to him. Your back snug against his chest as he breaths in your ear, his fingers dig into your flesh as he controls himself.

“What do you want from me?” JJ breaths against your ear, his hands running up and down your waist, snaking around and playing in the darkening soapy water swirling off your body. Watching as it pools below you, swirling and working it’s way down the drain.

“What do you mean Jay?” Your voice comes out breathless, your heart banging against your ribcage, focusing on the water to control the shivers running over your body despite the steam rising around you.

“You’re fuckin’ perfect y’know that? I would give you anything you wanted,” His hands still for a second before spinning you around in front of him, steading you quickly as you gasp, “I just need to know what that is.” His voice comes out desperate, his eyes fighting the urge to drop down your body. “I want to be honest with you and that means telling you how much I want you, because I want so much more than sex.” Dirtied water slips down his chest and through his chiseled abs as your eyes follow it, giving yourself time to respond as you take a deep breath.

“I want more too, I’ve always wanted you as more than a friend, I thought it was obvious Jay.” His bright, excited eyes meet yours as a smile spreads across his face. He stares at for what feels like forever before his mouth is attacking yours again. Your back hits the cold shower wall as his hands explore your body freely.

“Tell me how you want me,” JJ whispers, “Please I want ta hear it, need to.” He groans, his head dropping to nip at the skin on your neck.

“I want you with me, even during all the bad moments, with or without the gold I just want you,” You smile as he stares down at you, the water from the showers dancing down your face as he tries to comprehend everything he’s feeling, “I want every version of you, I wanna celebrate with you and I wanna be there to help you when you crash out.”

“You already do that Baby.” He laughs, tugging you into him, his forehead resting on your shoulder as he sighs taking a second to inhale your scent before pulling back to look you in the eye, “I’m in love with you, you know?”

“I love you Jay.” You whisper, your words heavy as you watch his eyes watch yours. His smile only grows as you continue, “I think I always have.”

“That is so good to hear,” He groans, smasing his lips into yours, his hands run up your wet back tugging you off the wall, settling you both directly under the flow of the shower head. His mouth explores yours, water mingling in your mouths with each others spit before he’s pulling off you again. JJ’s hand falls to his body wash, wasting no time in popping the cap off to squirt it across your chest, “You’re gonna smell like me Gorgeous, everyone will know who you’re with.”

His calloused hands spread accross your chest, the bodywash becoming sudsy as JJ plays with your boobs, “Are you havin’ fun Jay?” You giggle, watching his look of pure adoration grow, spreading soap over your upper body.

“I am gonna be imagining this for a long time.” JJ whispers, squeezing at your boobs as you watch him with a smile.

“You didn’t even get them dirty Jay,” You state as you grab his body wash, laughing as you force him hands off of you and start to actually clean his filthy forearms, “Turn around.” JJ immediately listens, turning and showing you his muscular back as he flexes to show off.

“You know you have an amazing back,” you sigh, lathering him with soap as he cleans his front to save time, “I always watch it when you surf.”

“I know you do,” He laughs, breath hitching when your hands run down his lower back, snaking around and feeling his hard abs under your fingertips, “I show off for you a lot.”

“Really?” Your giddy tone has him turning around in your arms, letting your hans rest just above his ass, “Just for me?”

“I’ve spent years wanting you to watch me like all the other girls on this island do, of course I noticed when you did. If I thought it meant you felt the same I would have asked you out sooner.” JJ ghosts his hand across your hips and up your body, lingering on your chest for a second longer before moving up, gripping at your chin in both his hands as he stares into your eyes.

“Can I take you out somewhere tomorrow night?” You laugh at the desperate tone in his voice, shaking your head as your hands run up to lock behind his neck.

“I think we both already know the answer to the question Jay.”

“I wanna hear you say it though.” He begs, eyes bouncing between yours watching for any hint of deception, not entirely certain you felt what he wanted you to.

“Yes JJ, you may take me out on a date.” You whisper against his ear, tugging it into your teeth before continuing, “Do I need to wait until then for you to fuck me?”

“Nope, whenever you want it I can give it to ya’” You continue cleaning yourselves, letting his scent cover you as you help eachother wash your hair. You can feel the anticipation seeping through you as JJ turns the water off, stepping out before you and reaching back for your hand.

“I didn’t bring a change of clothes,” You realize, looking to the door and back to your naked bodies.

“I’d just be taking them off of you anyway,” He jokes, “I’ll give you some of mine and when were done I’ll put yours in the wash.” JJ’s voice stays calm despite the excitement coursing through him as he drapes his towel around you, wrapping you up like a present before opening the door to the bathroom. The house was empty but he knew you wouldn’t want to walk the short distance to his bedroom exposed so he blocks your towel-clad body with his own as he directs you into his bedroom. Immediately JJ turns, shutting and locking the doors behind him as you stand, wrapped in his towel before him.

He approaches you slowly, his hands immediately falling to tug the towel open admiring you like a piece of art, “I want you to lay down for me.” He says, excitement laced in his voice, trying to control himself as his eyes rake across you as of it was the very first time.

“Why don’t you make me?” Your teasing smile makes him laugh, poking his tongue into his cheek as he watches you. In a flash his hands shove the towel over your shoulders tossing it aside before shoving at your waist and pushing you both onto the bed behind you.

“I’m gonna finger you first okay? Get you ready f’me,” JJ nods as he speaks, making sure you’re following him, “You okay with that?”

“Of course Jay, I trust you.” Your legs spread subconsciously for him as he leans over you. JJ ghosts his fingertips across your thigh as he slowly moves closer to where you want him. His calloused fingers twitching in excitement as they reach your wet slit.

“Fuck you might not even need to be stretched out first you’re so fuckin’ wet,” He groaned, immediately slipping his middle finger into you with a sigh. The moan you release as he expertly maneuvers his finger sends a smile spreading across his face as he stares down at your face, “Is that good Baby?”

“Yes, yes do it again.” You gasp, your hand running up his muscular bicep beside you as he quickly moves to shove a second finger inside of you, watching your expression for any sign of discomfort as he slowly pulls them out of you. Watching your face with a smile as he slowly enters your again, happy to give you what you want.

His fingers thrust into you as your back arches against his bed at the new sensation. JJ feels as your juices slip around him, your arousal doubling as you prepare to take him in. His thumb plays with your clit as his fingers work inside of you, feeling your cervix as he caresses his fingers against your walls. He pushes himself up, leaving you feeling empty as he lines himself up with you almost impatiently before speaking, “Do you want me to wear a condom? I have some if you-“

“Would it be weird if I said no,” You interrupt, letting your nails dig into his shoulders as he stares at you with wide eyes, “I wanna feel it when you cum.”

“Jesus fuck that’s like the hottest thing you have ever said,” JJ hisses out as he presses his tip past your folds, groaning at the contact as he slides it through, coating himself in your juices. “I’ve never raw dogged anyone before,” His voice was breathless, talking through the tingles cascading down his spine at the thought of you being a first of his too, “I can’t promise I’ll last long when you’re all laid out for me and ready to please.”

“Don’t worry, we are doing this again.” Your voice comes out breathy and demanding as his tip slowly enters you.

“Fuck I love when you’re all bossy.” JJ sighs, breathing heavily as he holds himself above you by his forearm. JJ watches your face intently, slowing as he takes in the grimace on your face while you stretch around him. “You okay?” He whispers, the sound of his voice so close and soft that it may as well of been inside your own head.

“Yes, just keep going please.” You beg, your eyes meeting JJ’s as he bottoms out inside of you. Your jaw hangs open with a silent moan, the look in your best friends eyes as though he’s physically holding himself back makes it feel as though you’ll burst open any second. Heat rises up your chest and across your face at the squeaky sound of your own throat. The giggle JJ releases above you as his hand not supporting his weight caresses your cheek with a smile calms you. The feeling washing over you as JJ slowly removes himself from you, resting just the tip inside of you before entering you again slightly faster.

JJ holds back a moan as you suck him in deeper and deeper, the feeling of your walls tightening around him driving him crazy as he tries to hear every little sound you make rather than his own. The feeling of your nails digging into his side as he sets a slow pace makes him stutter inside of you, his tip twitching when his eyes meet yours. Yours pupils were blown wide, your mouth open as you moan his name like music serenading him, “Fuck.”

He mumbles, his teeth digging into his bottom lip as his dick pulsates inside of you. Your juices covering him, the feeling of your thighs locking around him and the sound of your pleasure start to send him overboard. “Fuck fuck fuck, I need to make you…cum before me.”

You laugh below him, a moan mixed with humor as your lip gets caught in your teeth, “No you don’t, your hands run against the muscles of his back, scratching him softly as you lean up to whisper in his ear. “I want you to cum inside of me Jay,” His pace quickens, his hips stuttering as he grunts, babbling slightly as he tries to stop himself, “right now.” Your lips graze his ear as you speak, a shiver running down his spine as he releases inside of you. Moaning loudly into your hair as his hands subconsciously grip your waist, tugging you impossibly closer, remaining connected as hot strips of his cum fill you.

The feeling makes you sigh below him, feeling marked and respected at the same time. JJ’s head shoots up as he comes out of his haze of pleasure, his eyes meeting your with an almost angry hunger. “I wanted to make you come.”

“Nothing’s stopping us from going again and again and again every chance we have Jay. You did exactly what I wanted.” You say with a teasing smile, JJ pulls back from you, eyes wide as he watches his cum seep out of you from around his dick.

“Fuck this is the hottest thing I have ever seen,” His eyes dart all over you, feeling complete yet somehow wanting more of everything you have to offer him. “You can always come to Papa Jay to get filled up Baby.”

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I KNOW BETTER THAN TO CALL YOU MINE

Pre outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader || 7k

Summary: Joel lets himself have a treat. You.

Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, fluff, slight age gap (reader’s in her early 20s, Joel is 30), sex work, idiots in love, soft Joel, praise kink, size kink, f/m oral, cum eating, alcohol consumption, m!masturbation, sex toy usage, bondage, protected/unprotected piv, creampie, light pussy spanking, somno, aftercare, mention of degradation, pet names (baby, sweetheart, honey). Reader has hair, wears dresses. Pics are for the mood only, reader has no specific physical descriptions.

A/n: this is for @janaispunk ‘s 1500 kisses challenge. My prompt was ‘first kiss’ with Joel Miller. Congrats again, Jana, and thank you for the fun challenge!😘 The pic in the m/b is from this post by @liminaltourist. Hugs and kisses to @milla-frenchy for beta-ing😘🫂 dividers by @saradika-graphics 💕 The title is from the lyrics of ‘Let’s fall in love for the night’ by FINNEAS. Hope you will enjoy this story! Love you all!��

MASTERLIST

Joel met you at Tommy’s birthday party and was instantly attracted to you. You were beautiful, sweet, funny, a little shy which he found charming. You told him that you worked as a waitress, meanwhile looking for a steady job after graduating college. He spent the whole night talking to you. The whole night being a couple of hours when he had a sitter for Sarah. Joel noticed a trace of sadness in your gorgeous eyes while you two were saying your goodbyes and for a second he regretted the way his life turned out. A single father at the age of thirty, working tirelessly to give his daughter the best life he could. But all the regrets vanished into thin air the moment he returned home and saw Sarah, sleeping peacefully in her bed. He planted a gentle kiss on her temple and quietly went to his empty bedroom. She was his life and he was ok with it.

Next time when Joel went out with Tommy for a drink, he asked about you in passing. He tried to make it seem like a simple curiosity but his younger brother still gave him a knowing smirk. Joel really liked you but his life was hectic enough. Work and being a single parent took all his time and he couldn’t squeeze in a relationship. He wouldn’t be a good boyfriend, he thought, and you deserved only the best. But your image— your eyes, your smile, your body, was flashing behind his eyes again and again, reminding him that he had needs and desires.

After a few beers and tequila shots, their conversation circled back to you and Tommy blabbed out that you worked as an escort. Joel was astonished. You seemed shy and sweet. He had never been against sex work but he always imagined a different type of people in that business. He didn’t know what to make of it but he felt his cock twitch, thinking of how sexually liberated you were.

He thought about asking for your number, but Tommy would tease him to death and he decided not to.

The next time you met Joel was at another Tommy’s party. Joel agreed to come, wanting to see you again. You talked and laughed like before but the air was almost electric between you two. The glances were darker, your hand brushing his skin here and there made him want more— touch you, feel you close against his body. He could save up and do all that if you agreed. So he made a decision and offered to drive you home when the party was over.

As soon as Joel parked his car at your driveway, he cleared his throat and asked if he could see you sometime.

“Are you asking me out on a date?” Your voice was soft and a shy smile tugged at your lips.

“Ehm… fuck, I —I know what you do,” Joel admitted, turning to you slightly in the driver’s seat, “Tommy told me when he was drunk. Forgive him and me, please, ok? And— I don’t know what you call that, but— can I meet you for an appointment?”

Your face fell and you were blinking at him with a mouth agape. Joel’s heart froze- what if Tommy had been fucking with him and you didn’t sleep with people for money.

After a few longest seconds of his life, you took a deep breath and gave him a little nod. Joel asked you about the details and you explained to him what he needed to do to book a session with you and though you were talking about sex, it sounded cold and dry. You gave him a little smile before getting out of the car and he drove off with the thought that he had made a mistake.

He really didn’t plan to call you, thinking he had killed whatever spark and connection you two had, but his thoughts returned to you again and again. He was hearing your laugh everywhere and your face was behind his eyelids every time he went to sleep.

One night after a few beers he imagined you in his bed and his hand flew to his already stiffening cock. He shut his eyes and saw you next to him, naked and ready for him. Pleasuring himself, Joel imagined your hand wrapped around his length, sliding up and down, then your mouth sucking on his tip and soon he was spurting his load all over his stomach and fist. He could have you, you already agreed to it, and he deserved to feel good, to treat himself once in a while. With those thoughts on his mind he texted you and booked a session.

Joel tried to be on time for your first meeting, but everything seemed to go wrong that day and when he arrived at a hotel, you were already waiting for him at the bar. He showered you with apologies for being late but you assured him that it was ok. He felt the flames of desire, when he took you all in. Your black dress was hugging your body perfectly and he couldn’t wait to take it off you.

You had already got a room for them so Joel followed you to the elevator. He had never been that nervous in his life. You must have noticed it, so you took his hand and gave him a warm smile.

“I’m so glad we’re doing this, Joel.”

“Never done this before,” he admitted when the elevator doors opened and you walked to the room.

“It’s ok, Joel. I’m sure we’re going to have a great time,” you said, smiling to him, and opened the door.

When Joel stepped inside, he saw a typical hotel room with one big bed. You turned to him and asked,

“Before we start, do you have any questions or suggestions about what you want us to do?”

Joel swallowed loudly.

“I want —, he scratched the back of his neck and continued, “just the usual, I guess.”

“The usual?” you repeated with a little smirk.

“Yeah, just sex.”

You pouted your lips in thought, then smiled with mischief in your gaze and slowly came up to him.

His breath hitched when your behavior changed in front of his eyes, like a little kitten turned into a panther in a matter of seconds. You looked the same but there was an allure in your every move, each glance was magnetic, as if you were calling for him to touch you, fuck you. You were irresistible. Your body was inches away from him, your perfume subtle but enticing, enveloping him, and you purred,

“I don’t think we want it to be ‘just’ sex, Joel. How about we make it special.”

Your tongue caressed your lower lip and he slowly leaned down. You swiftly swerved him and instead of tasting your lips, he nuzzled your cheek.

“I’m sorry, Joel— I don’t kiss on the lips during sessions.”

“Oh fuck, sorry.” Joel felt really bad and explained, “I got carried away... I’ve read the rules you sent me… I remember no kissing part, like in “Pretty Woman”,” Joel chuckled, rubbing his scruffy cheek in a nervous gesture.

You giggled, too, probably trying to make him feel more comfortable, “Yes, just like in “Pretty Woman.”

Without noticing it, he tried to memorize the sound of your laugh, how pretty it was. You slightly pulled away from him and tilted your head.

“How about I take the lead at first and then we’ll see how it goes?”

Joel nodded. He wanted to take your dress off, carry you to the bed and fuck you till you screamed his name. But he was afraid to do something wrong, he’d never been in that type of situation. You took his hand and gently caressed it, your fingers dancing over his hardened skin. Then he watched you bring it to your red lips and kiss his palm. You glanced up at him with your big beautiful eyes, not taking his hand away and his whole body reacted to your gentle touch. He was getting hard.

You led Joel to the bed, your fingers intertwined with his, and gently pushed on his shoulders to make him sit down. You slowly took your dress off and he tried not to start drooling like a cartoon wolf, seeing you in front of him in a black lacy set.

You stood between his spread thighs and bent over to tug at the hem of his dark tee. He helped you to take it off and when you kneeled in front of him, he almost moaned. Your beautiful face was so close, he wanted to kiss you so much but he couldn’t and he’d never do anything you didn’t want.

You unbuckled his belt and softly asked him to take his jeans off.

Soon Joel was sitting there in his boxer briefs with you on your knees between his spread thighs.

"You're so hot, Joel," you whispered, as your dark gaze slid over the expense of his broad shoulders and chest, and your nails slightly scratched his muscular thighs.

He breathed out a laugh, shaking his head. He wanted to tell you how gorgeous you look, wearing your lingerie and your high heel shoes, how much he'd been thinking about you since the day you'd met but his mouth was dry and he felt himself like a teenage boy who was trying to compliment a hot girl.

You weren't aware of his inner torment. As always calm and confident, you leaned closer to his torso and kissed a spot on his chest, right over his heart. Joel took a sharp breath and shut his eyes for a second, trying to calm down. He couldn't believe what just a gentle chest kiss from you was doing to him, but he was already painfully hard.

Your lips glided lower and you started leaving open mouth kisses, tracing a path down to the bulge in his boxers, and he opened his thighs wider to give you more space. When your face was close to his clothed cock, you rested your head on his left thigh and looked up at him.

“Fuck,” Joel cursed and growled at the sight of you so close to his already throbbing manhood. You were so pretty, so obedient but even on your knees he felt that you controlled the situation.

“Joel?”

“Yes, baby?”

You smiled hearing the pet name and asked,

“Can I take you in my mouth?”

His cock visibly twitched when he heard your soft voice and the words you uttered.

“If you want.”

You bit your lower lip and asked, rubbing your cheek on his hairy thigh.

“I do but would you like me to?”

Joel nodded eagerly, maybe too eagerly but he didn’t care. He wanted you so much.

With a content smile, you sat up straight and shifted on your knees, getting comfortable. Then you pulled at the waistband of his boxers and in a second they were on the floor and his cock was bobbing in front of your face. Your breath visibly hitched and you glanced up at him.

“You have a gorgeous cock, Joel Miller,” you whispered and he wanted to kiss you again, hearing the praise. But instead he brought his hand to your face and cupped your cheek. You purred into his touch but parted from his palm in a second when you lowered your face and kitten-licked the fat tip of his cock. Joel sighed and bucked his hips already impatient for more. You didn’t make him wait long.

Your lips soon welcomed his cock between them as you started taking him deeper, covering his length with your warm saliva as your hand was firmly wrapped around his girthy base.

Joel moaned loudly at the sensation, he didn’t care what sounds he was making, completely lost in the pleasure your soft lips and skilful tongue were giving him.

Your mouth was slowly caressing his cock as your curved up lips were sliding over his sensitive skin and your tongue danced around the fat head, now and then stroking the leaking slit. There was so much precum, he saw you swallow it again and again. Your hand was gently massaging his balls and his big palm was lying on your head, not pushing, just showing you how much he needed you at that moment. Joel was in heaven.

Soon you took all of him and your throat contracting around his length was the last straw. He was dangerously close to coming and painting your mouth creamy white. But he had other plans for you.

“Shit, baby,” he cupped your cheek and gently pulled you off his ready-to-explode cock, “you’re too fucking good at it. I won’t last. And I wanna..”

He lost his words as you were looking at him with sparkling eyes, full of understanding and warmth.

“Of course, Joel.” You slowly got up on your feet and took off your high heels. Then you padded to the nightstand and opened the drawer. Joel saw a few toys lying there and his heart started to beat faster when he imagined using them on you. Maybe he could suggest it, he mused inwardly, but when you started sliding your panties and bra off your body, he lost his train of thought.

Now completely naked you came up to him and placed your hands on his broad shoulders. Then you planted your knees on each side of him and got on his lap.

“You’re beautiful,” Joel said in a low voice as his hands found your hips and he rubbed your skin with his calloused thumbs.

You thanked him, smiling, and opened the package with your teeth. You brought the condom to his hard cock, slid it on and then got up on your knees, your pussy hovering over Joel’s tip.

You searched for his eyes and as soon as your eyes locked, you started sinking on his thick length.

Joel watched pleasure twisting your face while his cock was slowly parting your insides. He moaned at the sensation of your wet warm pussy welcoming him, grasped your hips tightly and when you took all of him, your ass was flush with his balls, you both loudly sighed.

“You feel so good, baby. So warm and tight.”

“Thank you, Joel. Your cock is so fucking big.”

He took a sharp breath, hearing you curse, and at the back of his mind he wondered if you said it to every client but he drove the thought away. He needed you too much.

Your breasts were right in front of his face and he asked, looking up at you, as if you were a goddess he was praying to.

“Is it ok if I kiss your body?”

“Yes, Joel, please. You can do anything to me.”

“Just not kiss your beautiful lips?”

“Joel,” you whined and he felt you clench around his hard cock.

He scolded himself for those words as soon as they left his stupid mouth. It was the thing you kept for yourself, he understood and accepted it but his desire drove him insatiable.

“I’m sorry, baby, I know it’s a rule. I understand it. It’s jus’ my brain doesn’t work properly, all the blood is down there.”

“Oh, right,” you softly giggled, “Let me shut you up then.”

You lifted your hips, making his cock almost leave the heaven of your cunt, but when the tip was close to slipping out, you sank back down on his manhood inch by inch, gliding your hands over his broad chest.

Joel’s mouth got slack and you both moaned at the ecstatic sensation of him, filling you up again.

With a groan Joel swiftly put his mouth on your breast and you whimpered when he swirled his tongue around your perky nipple. While he was gently sucking and licking your tits, you were languidly riding him, as soft whimpers were leaving your half parted mouth. At one point you nuzzled his forehead and your hot breath on his lips let him imagine you kiss him. His fingers dug into your hips but just for a second. Afraid to hurt you he glided them over your back and arms. He raised his lips to your neck and kissed your skin there.

Joel knew that he was getting close. His hand slithered to your pussy and he slipped his thumb between your folds. He found your clit hardened and throbbing for attention. He began stroking it slowly and you reacted immediately with the sweetest sound he’d ever heard.

“Joel,” you breathed out and he clenched his jaw, trying not to explode right then and there.

“Want you to come on my cock, baby.”

You stopped bouncing on his member and he saw you furrow your brows in concentration.

He made his thumb dance faster over your bud and soon your pussy was pulsating around his cock. Your contracting walls sent him over the edge and he started coming, filling up the condom inside you. Oh, how he wished to paint your walls with his creamy load but rules are rules.

As you both started descending from your highs, panting heavily, Joel held you in his big arms and you rested on his broad chest. You were breathing into the crease between his neck and shoulder and at one point he thought you’d fallen asleep.

But the next second you sat up straight on his lap with a satisfied smile. You gently kissed his scruffy cheek and he tried not to purr like a happy cat.

You cuddled a little bit more but soon his time was over.

“Can I see you again?” He asked when you got out of the bed.

“I’d love to, Joel,” you replied, putting on your underwear, “Text me when you have a day in mind.”

You looked like you wanted to say something but stopped yourself. You put on your clothes, kissed his cheek again and left.

After the first time with you Joel knew immediately it wasn’t the last. The need to have you, to be with you again squeezed his heart as soon as that hotel door closed behind you. But he wasn’t rich. He couldn’t spend all his money on you. So he started saving up here and there, anything he could, without damaging the level of life of his daughter.

He texted you as soon as he had enough to pay you and you told him that your regulars got a discount which was a nice surprise for him.

Joel invited you to his place. Sarah was at a sleepover and he had the house for himself for a night. He needed just a couple of hours, no way he could afford a whole night with you.

When you arrived at his place, wearing a pair of tight jeans and a tank top, his mouth immediately started watering. He tried to be a gentleman and a good host and gave you a tour of the house, but when you stepped into his bedroom, all his decency came crashing down. Soon your jeans were discarded on the floor while his head was between your trembling thighs. Joel was licking up your juices straight from the source, grunting into your wet cunt and fucking his tongue into your clenching hole. He was fully clothed, grinding his hard cock against the bed and staining his gray sweatpants.

You were singing for him so beautifully when he began plunging his thick fingers in and out of your heat while his mouth was gently sucking on your throbbing clit. Your back was arched and your hands were clutching his dark curls. He curled his fingers, pushing on that soft spot inside your creaming pussy once, twice and you came, crying out his name, while your walls were fluttering around his digits.

When he parted from your puffy glistening cunt, he saw tears in your hazy eyes. Joel was happy he still got it but what filled his chest with pride was that he made you cry and writhe with ecstasy.

"I'm here, baby. You did so good for me," Joel praised you, climbing up the bed and taking you in his arms. You were trying to catch your breath and he gave you a respite, manhandling you so your head would be resting on his broad shoulder.

"Thank you, Joel, you didn't have to," you mumbled.

"Have to? Sweetheart, it was my pleasure."

He heard your giggle, followed by a content sigh. His hard cock was tenting his gray sweatpants but he didn't care. He was happy to hold you, breathe in the fruity scent of your hair, and when a few minutes later he saw you peacefully sleeping in his embrace, his heart almost burst with affection. He closed his eyes for a second and drifted off too.

Joel woke up in the middle of the night when he felt you move in your sleep. He must have woken you up as you started to shuffle next to him and then sat up straight.

“Fuck! I fell asleep?” You asked, eyes widened, covering your naked thighs with a bedspread.

“Yeah, me too.”

“I’m so sorry, Joel. It’s never happened before. Oh my god, it’s so unprofessional.”

He hastily sat up next to you, taking your hands in his.

“Hey, no. It’s ok. I loved sleeping with you— next to you.”

He smiled, leaning closer to you and rubbing your hands with his thumbs, trying to reassure you and it seemed to work because you gave him an apologetic smile but he felt you relax a little.

“I won’t take any money from you today.”

“No, you spent so much time with me. I owe you even more.”

“Joel, you ate me out, made me come, and then I fell asleep. I definitely don’t deserve to get paid,” you giggled. “The way I see it I owe you now.”

“I’ll think about the career change,” Joel chuckled and at the same time he felt his cock get harder when you talked about the oral. The arousal he had felt before falling asleep came back with a renewed force and swept him away.

He wasn’t smiling anymore, his gaze slid up and down your body and the air in the room got heavier.

“What did you like the most?” he asked as his eyes darkened.

Your breath hitched and even in the dim light of the room he saw your pupils dilate. You dropped your gaze for a second and when you raised your eyes, they were filled with need and desire.

“I loved how much you enjoyed it. How good you were. It felt amazing when your mouth was on my clit. When you were sucking it,” you bit your lip almost shyly and your words went straight to his cock.

You whispered, “Should I go or…?”

“I wanna fuck you,” Joel interrupted you, palming his stiffening bulge, and you quickly nodded before throwing away the bedspread and taking off your top. Your tits bounced as you straddled him and he wrapped his big arms around your naked body.

Joel let you take off his shirt and when your lips latched onto his neck he held you closer and flipped you on the bed, covering you with his body.

You gasped at the fast shift but then moaned when Joel pulled his cock out of his sweatpants.

It was already hard as a rock and wet with precum under his fingers. He gave it a few pumps to spread it over his heated skin.

“Shit, condoms.”

He hastily reached to grab a pack from the nightstand. He opened one, while your fingers were caressing him, dancing over his torso and arms. As soon as the protection was on, you pulled him closer and he pushed his length into you without any warning. He had already stretched you with his tongue and fingers so his tip easily slipped into your crying hole.

“Oh, yeah, baby,” Joel breathed out and started rolling his hips. His lips were caressing every spot he could reach and you were kissing his shoulders and neck.

Without pausing he braced his hands on the bed, hovering over you, his dark gaze locked with yours. He wanted to memorize every lip bite, every twitch of your brows when his cock was sliding in and out your needy cunt. You were so wet for him, he felt your juices on his balls and inner thighs and he closed his eyes trying not to come too soon.

“Look at me, Joel,” you purred and he immediately did what you asked. Your gaze slid from his dark eyes to his lips and it took everything from him not to kiss you right now.

He leaned down and instead gently kissed your heated cheek, leaving a wet spot on your soft skin. With a whimper you wrapped your legs around his waist and started grinding your hips, chasing your orgasm by rubbing your little clit against his pubic bone.

“Do ya wanna come, sweetheart?

“Only if you want me to, Joel,” you breathed out and he furrowed his brows, reminded of the nature of your relationship.

“ ‘course I do.”

With that he pulled away from you and sat up on his knees between your sweaty thighs. “Let me…,” he pulled out and you whined.

“Oh, baby, so impatient.”

You bit your lip with a sly smile but Joel quickly wiped it off your face when he took the condom off and asked,

“Can I slap your pretty pussy with my cock, sweetheart?” He gripped his cock at the base, squeezing it a little to postpone his climax and when you whispered a sultry ‘yes’ he slapped your clit with the tip of his throbbing length.

“Oh my god, Joel!” you cried out with a jerk, looking up at him with your brows pulled together and eyes rolling back.

“You like it?” He asked and when you nodded he started slapping your pulsating bud with his cock again and again until he saw some slick, seeping out of your clenching hole. He rubbed his red tip against it, coating his manhood with your juices, and began grinding it between your folds. His tip was bumping into your clit rhythmically and your taut muscles told him that you were close to your climax.

“Come for me, baby, please,” he asked softly and slapped your clit one more time. A jolt of pleasure made you shut your eyes and a loud moan escaped your lips. Wanting to prolong your orgasm and chasing his, Joel pressed his tip to your clit with his hand and started thrusting his cock, rubbing your twitching clit and at the same time massaging his whole length against your soft pussy and his own palm.

The overwhelming sensation, your sweet sounds and the sight of you coming in his bed made him explode and he began spurting creamy ropes of cum on your belly and sternum. He growled when a few drops landed on your bouncing breasts.

When you both stilled and the ecstasy started dissipating he sat down on his heels and watched you for a few seconds.

Joel wanted to remember that image- you, beautiful and satisfied, eyes shut, chest and belly heaving, was splayed on his bed, body glistening with sweat and cum. The happiness soon mixed with regret and the feeling of longing for more, wishing you were really truly his tightened his chest. But the reality was cruel. You didn’t need a single father in your life, you were free and your whole life was ahead of you.

Your curious gaze interrupted his thoughts.

“What are you thinking about, Joel?” You asked with a warm smile.

“I'm thinking my bed has never looked better than now.”

Your smile turned into a grin and you started to sit up but Joel stopped you with a raised hand.

“Let me clean you up, sweetheart.”

He went to the bathroom to get a wet towel and then gently wiped away his cum off your skin.

Before you left, he hugged you, breathing in the scent of your hair one more time and you gave him a soft kiss on the cheek.

You kept seeing each other for another month. Joel preferred his place to hotels and whenever he had the house for himself and got enough spare money, he would text you. In his own home it was easier to imagine you as his girlfriend, or even wife. He knew that it wasn’t healthy and he was getting a little delusional but it made him happy to think that you were his. If only in his dreams.

Sometimes Joel would literally dream about you. He’d wake up hard, yearning for your touch, your lips on his body, your gentle fingers running through his hair. It was easy to imagine you there with him. His hand would pump his needy cock and the image of you behind his eyelids was enough to make him come, groaning into his pillow.

As time passed Joel got more confident in expressing his desires. The possibilities were endless and you always looked excited whenever he suggested trying something new.

Like the time your eyes glinted with mischief when he asked if he could edge you the next time. Just the idea of making you beg for a climax made him rock hard. So during your next session he had you tied to his bed, as you were whimpering and pleading for a release, a vibrator in his hand pressed to your puffy clit. Though he caved in quite fast and finished you off with his thick fingers massaging your core, his teasing made you squirt and Joel lapped it all up with the wildest eyes and an aching cock. You returned the favor by drinking him till the last drop after he shoved his cock down your throat keeping you in place with his hands clutching your hair.

He loved experimenting with you, loved being rougher. But more often he craved making love to you, wanted you softly purring under his big body, as his cock was buried deep inside your heat, your pussy fluttering around him. He still couldn’t kiss you but your neck, your breasts, your cheeks were enough for him. Yet he couldn’t deny it— he was down bad for you.

“What is it, baby?” Joel asked you, pulling away from your neck that he was peppering with open mouth kisses a moment ago.

You were sitting on his lap, wearing a pretty summer dress and his only thought was to tear it off you but when his hands started roaming your body, you jerked and sniffed.

“Nothing. Everything’s ok, Joel,” you replied softly and nuzzled his neck. He knew something was wrong and you were hiding your pretty face. During the time he had known you, he learnt to read your body language and even feel your mood. So Joel stopped his ministrations immediately and kissed the top of your head.

“You can tell me, sweetheart. If you want.”

For a few minutes, he was holding you in his arms, rubbing your forearm with his thumb. Finally you took a deep breath, not raising your head off his shoulder, and opened up.

“I had a session with a new client yesterday. It was horrible.”

As soon as he heard your soft voice, saying that, his insides burned.

“Who? What did he do to you?”

He took your chin between his fingers and tilted your head up to face him.

When he saw tears in your eyes, he immediately wanted to rip that asshole apart. But your expression told him that you needed him to be gentle, to be there with you and he wanted to give you that.

“He was really degrading. Clients want it sometimes but it hadn’t been discussed and the things he said— made me feel like a cheap hooker. He didn’t hurt me though,” you added hastily but Joel saw that he had. Not physically but that fucker had made you really upset.

“I should talk some sense into the asshole. Can you give me his name?”

“No, no,” you were shaking your head, “I can’t. It’s all confidential. I’ll get over it and won’t see him again of course.”

You took a deep breath before mumbling,

“I’m sorry for ruining the mood.”

Then you reached for his belt buckle but Joel’s hand stopped you and he placed your hands between his big palms.

“No, you’re not in the mood. It’s ok. Can we just cuddle?

“But— I will be in a second. I’m professional, Joel.” You shot him almost a fiery glance and pouted your lips.

“Hey, baby, your client here—,” Joel pointed a thumb at himself with raised eyebrows and a sly smile, “wants to role play a big spoon tonight. Can we do that?”

“You’re so kinky”, you said with a giggle and lay down on the bed. In a second he was holding you, his chest pressed to your back, his strong arms embracing you, giving you comfort.

He was semi hard and surely you noticed it. He felt the warmth of your skin through the thin material of your dress and it drove him insane but the way you flinched at his touch, your tears, your shaky voice told him you wanted him to just hold you. For the second time you fell asleep in his arms and he woke you up with a kiss on your soft cheek the next morning.

Another month passed. As weird as it might have sounded, you became a huge part of his life. He knew every crevice, every curve of your body, knew every hope and dream. He kissed every spot on you, except for your beautiful lips. He tasted them a million times in his imagination but with time it stopped being enough. So he decided to invite you to celebrate his birthday with his family and the closest friends and finally ask you out on a real date.

Joel was nervous when you stepped into his house that day. Tommy raised his eyebrows, surprised to see you there, but fortunately didn’t ask or say anything. You seemed anxious as well at first, but after introducing you to everyone, Joel was happy to notice you chatting with the other guests, giggling with Sarah about something and when his daughter pulled you upstairs to show you her drawings, warmth spread in his chest. He was glad and relieved that you two got along. He wasn’t looking for a mother for his child, he would never ask you to take such a responsibility, but it was important to him that you two could be friends.

Just before dessert you asked him if you could talk privately. Tommy gave Joel a wink, lips twisted in a smirk, when you two headed upstairs, and the older brother just rolled his eyes.

When you stepped into Joel’s bedroom, his cock twitched in his jeans. It was a Pavlovian reflex at this point. He was used to seeing you there naked, your gorgeous body wriggling in his bed, whimpers and moans escaping your mouth.

But Joel told himself to calm down when you came up to him with a serious expression on your pretty face.

“Joel…,” you started and dropped your eyes, fumbling with your fingers.

“Yes, baby?” His heart started pounding in his chest. Always calm and self assured you seemed really nervous and the change scared him. What if you decided to break off whatever weird relationship you two had, what if…

You interrupted his thoughts when you raised your face to him and a little shy smile tugged at your lips.

“I want to give you your birthday present.”

He opened his mouth to say that you hadn’t have to do it, seeing you there was enough but he paused when you inched closer, your big sparkling eyes staring right into his soul. Then your gaze slid down to his lips and Joel seemed to stop breathing. He felt your palms on his forearms and then you slightly pressed your lips to his. They were barely there at first, hesitant, waiting for him to react.

He had been imagining that moment, dreaming of it for so long, so his hands immediately flew to your waist and he pressed his body closer to yours, welcoming your kiss with his whole being.

Joel’s lips started moving against yours, gently and slowly as if he was afraid to scare you away, to ruin the moment. But when he heard you sigh happily against him and your body relaxed into his, Joel wrapped his arms tightly around your torso. He wished that moment to last forever, wanted to never have to let you go.

His tongue brushed your lower lip, asking for permission to breach the last divide between you two, and you graced him by opening your mouth and letting him taste you fully. His tongue was caressing yours while his hands were gliding over your back. Then Joel gently cupped your cheek and tilted his head to give you the best kiss he could. You were so sweet and soft, so warm and lovely on his tongue and he didn’t care that you could probably feel his cock swell against your belly. Your ability to make him hard in seconds was not a secret to the both of you and he bucked his hips against your body with a soft groan.

Joel felt your smile on his lips and playfully squeezed your ass cheeks.

You giggled, your mouth parting from his.

“Happy birthday, Joel,” you whispered, putting your head on his shoulder and nuzzling his neck.

“Thank you for the best birthday present, baby.”

Joel kissed your forehead and you fluttered your eyes shut with a happy smile.

“Sweetheart?” he called.

“Yes.”

“Will you have dinner with me?”

You lifted your head and your eyes locked.

“Like— on a date?”

“Yes.”

Your lips twisted into the widest grin he’d seen on you and you nodded.

“Really?” he asked, making sure that he was really that lucky, “Fuck, I know I’m not a catch. My life is chaotic and I’m a single dad and…”

“Shh,” you placed your finger on his lips and said softly, “I’d love to date you, Joel Miller.”

Joel beamed at you and embraced you in a tight hug.

“I quit escort,” you murmured against his chest and Joel furrowed his brows.

“Is it because of me? Sweetheart, I’d never ask you to quit your job. If you like it I won’t …”

“I don’t. I don’t like it anymore. After that guy I realized I wanna do something else.”

“Ok. Whatever you decide, baby,” he said and then added with a little smile, “I can still pay you though.”

You laughed at him and playfully punched his shoulder. “Shut up, Joel.”

He took your face between his big palms, marveling at your beautiful face, and whispered, “You know how to shut me up, baby.”

You smiled and pressed your lips to his.

Joel opened his eyes to see the early morning sun peeking through the blinds and your face twisted in pleasure just before his. He soon realized that your wet warm pussy was wrapped around his hard cock and you were slowly grinding against him, lying on your side, face to face, your leg thrown over his waist.

He moaned at the sudden pleasure and you noticed that he was up.

“I’m sorry for waking you up, honey. I just— I wanted you so much I couldn’t stop myself.”

You were breathing heavily and he wrapped his arms around your naked body and began rolling his hips, helping you to reach your high and chasing his.

“Never apologize for this, baby. I woke up in heaven thanks to you.”

You smiled and kissed him while his hand slithered between your slightly sweaty bodies and he slid his thumb between your folds to stroke your hardened clit. He was swallowing your moans and tried to get his own ecstatic growling under control, not wishing to wake up Sarah.

Soon you both exploded in each other’s arms and Joel flooded your pussy with his warm cum while you were writhing and trembling with euphoria against him.

When your climax subsided, you rested your head on his shoulder. He was drawing patterns on your back until you lifted your head to give him one more kiss.

“Sarah wanted pancakes for breakfast. I’m gonna go make some batter,” you said, getting out of bed and putting on your robe.

“I’ll help you. Be up in a minute.”

You smiled at him and bent over to give him a peck on the cheek but he swiftly pulled you back into his embrace, searching for your lips. You giggled and soon melted into his arms, while he was kissing you, passion and love in every stroke of his lips and tongue.

You were his, fully and completely, and all the fears evaporated when he realized that you were the final puzzle piece, missing from his life. He would do anything to make you happy.

“I love you,” Joel whispered against your lips.

“I love you too,” you murmured back.

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urcoolgf · 14 days ago

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what’s your deal? pt. 2

pairing. childhood bsf¡rafe && reader

content. fluff. suggestive content/thoughts.

summary. once you get to the bahamas rafe is determined to keep you from meeting anyone new– especially a guy– but his plan is foiled when a stranger approaches you on the beach

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the next morning, you woke up around 8 just to make sure you had plenty of time to get everything together and help your dad ready the boat for your trip today. you opened your eyes, the faint sound of your alarm playing in the background– you turned the volume down the night before so you didn’t wake rafe. your eyes drifted to the boy, currently sleeping on the futon in your room.

you quietly crept around your room trying not to wake him, you gathered the last of your things just to take them into the living room so that everything would be ready when your dad was ready. he was currently moving about the kitchen, tidying before you guys left for the next two weeks. he always liked to come back to a clean house, and– even though he had the money for it– he never hired a maid. he said cleaning was his 'therapy'.

"hey dad, need any help getting the boat ready?," you asked him while he was wiping down the marble countertops.

"nope. got it all ready last night, woke up early this morning for final adjustments. we're set to go whenever you guys are ready, pumpkin," he said without stopping his cleaning, "and hey i cut up some fruit in the fridge, i can make eggs if you want?"

"fruit is fine. thanks," you walked over to the refrigerator, grabbing the bowl of mixed fruit out, taking it back up to your room. the plan was to just chill until about 9:30am when you would wake up rafe, but once you opened the door of your bedroom, he was already sat up on the futon, scrolling on his phone.

"oh, hey. morning," you said while taking a seat next to him, offering the fruit bowl to him. he picked a few pieces out, throwing them into his mouth as he placed his phone down.

"when are we leaving," he said with a mouth full of mushy fruit.

"whenever you're ready, and sarah and wheezie get here," you laughed, moving your hand over his mouth to get him to close it.

"oh, i'm ready. i was born ready," he said jokingly, having finally swallowed the last of his fruit. you guys decided to just wait downstairs in the living room until sarah and wheezie showed up– which was sooner than you expected. a knock on your front door startled you out of the conversation you and rafe were having. you made your way over and opened the door– met by a smiling wheezie and a sympathetic sarah. you opened the door wider to let them walk in.

"sorry! i know we're early, but wheezie was just so excited, she wanted to get here early," sarah said, dragging her suitcase behind her.

“it’s no problem at all! we’re all ready to leave anyways,” you laughed at wheezie’s evident excitement and sarah’s obvious exhaustion from dealing with it all morning.

they two of them made their way to your living room only to be greeted by your dad.

“hey, girls! how’s it goin’?” he asked with a big smile.

“good,” they answered in unison. sarah loved your dad, he was kind of like her second dad, but really she saw him as more of a father figure than ward– for obvious reasons.

“alright well, the boat’s all ready whenever you guys are,” he said, heading into the living room to grab your bags, rafe following behind him to help.

—

the boat ride there was uneventful. you all talked, tanned, ate, and even slept a little– rafe even offered to take the wheel for a bit so your dad could get some sleep.

the real fun began once you docked the boat, and got to take everything into your beach house.

“okay, so… beach? right?,” you said, once you had all settled in your rooms, and congregated in yours.

“obviously!,” sarah said enthusiastically as wheezie just ran back off into her room to change. you just laughed before grabbing your suitcase, placing it on top of your bed, and opening it. rafe just sat there on your bed.

“aren’t you coming to the beach? you should change,” you pouted slightly, worried that he wasn’t going to join you guys. you loved sarah and wheezie, but you knew they would do their own thing so you needed rafe with you.

“don’t need to. already wore mine on the boat,” he patted his thigh, covered by the fabric of his swim trunks.

“ah, smart guy,” you pointed at him with a smirk on your face.

“i try,” he said lifting his shoulders in a ‘what-can-i-say’ kind of way, “you go ahead though, i’ll just wait here,” he said with a smile, pulling out his phone. you didn’t need to be told twice, grabbing a bikini out of your suitcase before turning on your heels, and heading into the bathroom attached to your room.

you returned to your room in a tiny cheetah print bikini that barely covered your tits, and exposed essentially your entire ass. suddenly, rafe wasn’t sure he could go to the beach– a new problem arising in his pants. just the sight of you gave him a slight hard-on. he quickly grabbed a pillow from behind him and covered his lap. he figured you wouldn’t notice, but you did. that didn’t mean you would say anything about it, but the observation was definitely noted, and stored.

you grabbed a white knitted, see-through ‘cover-up’ knowing damn well it didn’t cover anything, and a tiny pair of white linen shorts in case you wanted to grab food, or walk around after the beach.

“that’s it?,” rafe said, almost baffled at your lack of clothing.

“that’s it,” you replied with a sly smile, “told you i gotta look good. i could meet the love of my life, who knows.”

“unlikely,” he mumbled under his breath, jealousy already building inside him. he hated how oblivious you were. you were his. no guy in the bahamas could give you what you wanted– not like he could.

“alright! you all set?,” you asked, grabbing your beach bag that was already packed with the essentials.

“yeah… i’ll uh– i’ll meet ya downstairs,” he replied, a hint of nervousness lingered behind his words, but you didn’t mention it. rafe needed a second to calm himself before he was back around you in that bikini.

he eventually joined the three of you downstairs, and you headed to the beach while your dad opted to relax on the back porch, drinking a beer.

—

a few hours later, you’re tanning with your chest on the warm towel as rafe, sarah, and wheezie cooled off in the ocean. you’re in your own blissful world until an unfamiliar voice draws you out of it, turning your head to see who it was.

“hey, sorry. totally didn’t mean to bother you,” the man said, standing above you. he was tall with brunette hair that fell perfectly above his dark eyes, and a great physique. he maintained a respectful distance between himself and your towel while he talked to you as if he didn’t want to worry you.

“just saw you laying here, and wanted to say i think you’re beautiful,” he said, a hint of shyness evident in his voice. it was cute. he was cute.

rafe stood in the ocean, talking with sarah, totally oblivious to the man flirting your ear off.

“aw, that’s so sweet! thank you,” you responded with a big smile, your hand rested on your eyebrows to keep the bright sun out of your eyes while you talked to the stranger.

“mind if i sit?,” he asked, pointing to the empty sand next to your towel.

“no, of course,” you moved to sit up on your towel, facing where he was now sitting.

“so, what’s your name?,” he asked with a slight smirk.

“y/n. yours?”

“pretty. i’m enzo,” he smiled, perfect white teeth lined his lips and you thought he would be the perfect vacation fling…

“i like that. ‘s it short for somethin’?,” you asked, taking in his bold features.

“lorenzo,” he replied, scratching the back of his neck.

“ah… we have an italian on our hands,” you laughed. his accent wasn’t really there, but the features gave it away. you pulled your knees to your chest, resting your head on them while he talked.

“yes ma’am,” he laughed a little. his voice along with the crashing of the waves put you at peace, “could i get your number, y/n?”

“sure!,” you answered, trying not to sound too excited. in that same moment, rafe turned toward the beach to check on you only to find you laughing, and smiling at some guy sat next to you. his mood immediately flipped as he left sarah mid conversation to walk out of the water up to you.

“rafe! what the hell? i was talking to you!,” sarah shouted at him, but it was no use he was already back to ankle deep waters. he tried to keep his expression careless, but inside he was fuming. who is this douche? and why was he talking to you?

just as you finished typing your name and number into his contacts a familiar voice booms behind you causing you to lift your head from your knees.

“what’s goin’ on here?,” rafe asked with a fake smile on his face. the way enzo was subtly eyeing you all over– seeing you in that way too small bikini– it made rafe’s blood boil. he didn’t care what was going on, all he cared about was putting an end to it– like now.

“hey, rafe! jus’ made a friend,” you looked up at rafe innocently, watching the way his face exuded insincerity, “this is enzo,” you finished, pointing to the smiling man next to you.

“enzo?,” rafe repeated, eyes narrowing at the thought.

enzo stood to his feet, extending his hand, “hey man, how’s it going?,” rafe ignored his hand, but answered his question with evident sarcasm.

“real good, man. hey, do ya mind? we’re kinda tryna enjoy the beach… alone,”

“this your boyfriend?,” enzo asked, looking down at you.

“no! no, he’s just a friend. we’re here for a little ‘family vacation’ my dad owns the house up ther–,” you began to explain, pointing toward the beach house before rafe cuts you off.

“a friend, who would really like to spend some time with y/n here. get lost,” rafe was done being nice, and it almost embarrassed you.

“rafe! be nice, jeez. i’m sorry, enzo…,” you said, looking up at him apologetically.

“no problem. hey, i’ll text you, yeah?,” he smiled before giving rafe one last glance, and walking off.

“what a tool,” rafe huffed before taking his place on the sand. you turned toward him, astonishment on your face.

“what the hell, rafe?! what was that? we were having a conversation,” you were mad, he could tell. he didn’t care, as long as that guy was long gone.

“and now, you’re not. hey, did he say he would text you? as in he has your number?,” he asked, a certain jealousy clouding his tone.

“yes, rafe. i gave him my number. that a problem?,” sarcasm dripped from your tongue. what you didn’t realize was rafe actually thought it was a problem– one he would have to solve at a later time.

“nah, not a problem. he won’t be needed it anyway,” he responded as if it were obvious.

“and why’s that?,” your eyes narrowed at the audacity rafe had right now to tell you who you could and couldn’t hang out with.

“i told you. you’re not slumming it with some ‘fling’,” he responded. his voice was demanding, and that only made you angrier.

“i’m sorry– who are you, rafe? i’ll do whatever the hell i please!,” you retaliated. it didn’t phase rafe. at the end of the day, he believed he had way more power over you than you did over him– boy was he about to be proven wrong.

“okay, princess. whatever you say,” you wanted to wipe that know-it-all smirk right off his face. you were furious. in an instant, you were gathering your things, and heading back to the house– rafe turning his neck to sneak a glance at your ass as you walked away. he didn’t bother following you. he knew you just needed some time– by dinner time you would be fine, back to how you were before enzo.

after throwing your bag and towel on the chair in your room, and flopping onto your bed, a perfectly timed notification rang through your ears…

unknown: Hey y/n, it’s Enzo! Want to grab a bite to eat tonight? I can pick you up at 6? Just send me your address.

alright rafe, let’s see you try to stop this.

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punkshort · 8 months ago

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Pairing: (Hallmark) Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: You finally move in with Joel and Sarah.

Warnings: language, fluff (the cheesy hallmark kind), established relationship, reader has a previously explained nickname, smut (18+ MDNI), oral (f!receiving), unprotected piv sex

WC: 4.8K

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Joel was nervous. He never really got nervous, but that particular day, he was nervous.

Sure, it was a big step in your relationship. Or maybe it was because months ago when he asked your father's permission to marry you, he promised he would wait until you moved in together.

And now, that day had arrived.

Where did the time go? He swore it just flew right on by, time that was filled with memories of dinners, parties, dates and holidays together. He hadn't planned what he would say and he felt woefully unprepared. He hadn't even talked to Sarah about it yet.

Just because today is the day you're moving in doesn't mean today is the day I need to ask, he thought to himself. Still, it was a big step. A big, symbolic gesture on both your ends. One that screamed, I'm in this for the long haul.

"Mornin', babygirl," Joel said sleepily as he entered the kitchen, Sarah already sitting at the table in front of an empty bowl and scrolling quietly on her phone.

"Hey," she responded distractedly. He poured himself a cup of coffee and looked around the room. It would be the last morning in his kitchen that didn't include you, and the thought made warmth bloom in his chest and excitement flicker under his skin.

"Big day," he said, but Sarah only nodded. "Y'know, been meanin' to talk to you 'bout somethin'."

She pulled her gaze up from her phone and cocked her head to the side. "Yeah?"

He nodded and took a deep breath before sitting across the table from her. He told her it was about you and she sat back in her chair.

"Bucky?"

He nodded, the silly nickname coming from his daughter's lips that only previously came from your immediate family making him smile.

"You know I'm cool with her moving in, we talked about it months ago. I think it's great. She's amazing and we have so much fun-"

"It's not that," he said, cutting her off before he lost his nerve. "One day - and I ain't sayin' today - but one day, I wanna ask her to marry me."

Sarah just continued to stare blankly at him, so he continued.

"I love her so much, babygirl. She means so much to me, 'n so does her family. I can't imagine my life, our life, without her."

"Yeah, duh," she replied, giving him an incredulous look. "Obviously if she's moving in I figured that would be the next step."

He frowned. "You did?"

"Dad," she whined, rolling her eyes. "I'm seventeen now. Soon, I'll be in college. I want you to be happy. I don't want to worry about you being sad and alone when I'm gone."

"Gee, thanks," he scoffed over his mug, and she giggled.

"What I'm saying is, I think it's great. Go for it. She'll totally say yes."

He scratched the back of his neck nervously. "Yeah?"

Sarah gave him a deadpan look. "Yes, Dad. She's moving in with you. She's not expecting friendship bracelets."

He smirked and looked down at his coffee. One thing was checked off the list, now he had to think about when and how he would ask you.

It was a long day.

You hadn't even lived in Texas for a full year yet but you managed to accumulate a lot more shit than you thought. Fortunately, between Joel, Tommy, your dad and Josh, your brother in law, all the furniture was quickly unloaded. The time consuming part was working out the angles in hallways and stairs. Since Joel and Sarah already had more than enough furniture, the two of you decided to put your old couch and television in the basement, an idea which Sarah excitedly jumped on board with.

You could hear the men grunting and talking through different ideas on how to get your couch into the basement all the way from Joel's - your - bedroom upstairs with Sarah.

"I am obsessed with this purse," Sarah sighed, tossing a red leather Michael Kors tote over her shoulder. Prior to living in Texas, you lived in New York City and had created quite the collection of designer clothes and accessories thanks mostly to your ex-fiancé. Since moving, you found very little use for most of it and your style evolved to one that was much more relaxed and comfortable. More you.

"Keep it," you told her as you opened up a box of your bathroom things. She gawked at you while you began to drag the box towards the bathroom, already smiling to yourself as you thought about Joel seeing all the girly face masks and perfumes cluttering his once rather masculine space.

"Are you serious?"

You glanced up at her and shrugged. "Sure. I haven't used it in a year and I have plenty more. It's all yours."

"Oh, my god," she murmured, holding the bag close to her chest. "Thank you!"

You grinned and pulled out bottles of shampoo and conditioner. "Don't mention it."

There was a loud thud that came from the basement and you both froze, waiting to hear panicked calls for help, but after a moment laughter erupted amongst the men and you both exchanged looks of relief.

"I bet Dad that Uncle Tommy would be the one to hurt himself," she told you, crouching to help unpack more of your toiletries.

You laughed and shook your head. "You're probably right."

Glancing at the time, you stood up and weaved your way through the boxes littering the floor to grab your wallet laying on the bed.

"Would you mind calling in a couple pizzas for delivery?" you asked Sarah, handing her your credit card. She nodded and patted down her pants.

"Shoot. I think I left my phone in my room," she said as she headed towards the door. "Ronny's Pizza, right?"

"Yeah, that's good," you called after her before stubbing your toe on a half empty cardboard box. "Shit," you muttered angrily, then squat down to scoop up what was left in the box and get it out of your way.

Wrestling with an armful of socks and bras, you carefully made your way to the dresser and yanked open a drawer. You mistakenly had opened Joel's underwear drawer instead of the one he had emptied for you, but right as you were about to close it, something caught your eye. Was that...? Slowly, you reached forward and nudged a pair of boxers out of the way so you could get a better look.

Your eyes went wide and your heart jumped into your throat when you saw the small, black velvet box nestled between his things. The fingers holding up the pair of underwear began to shake and you nervously swallowed the lump in your throat.

Maybe it was a class ring.

Maybe it was a piece of his mom's jewelry he saved for Sarah.

Or maybe it was a fucking engagement ring.

You heard creaking on the stairs and you quickly dropped the boxers back over the box and slammed the drawer shut. By the time Joel entered the room, you had successfully found your drawer and were halfway done putting your clothes away.

"Hey, darlin'," he murmured, sidling up behind you. He buried his nose in your shoulder and slowly circled his arms around your waist.

"Hey, yourself," you replied, hoping your voice sounded normal and he couldn't feel your heart slamming in your chest. Already got the ring he had said to you drunkenly the night before your sister gave birth. "How are things going down there?" you asked, trying to refocus and get your mind off what you just saw.

Joel breathed in deep and began to sway you both back and forth. "Good. Everythin's all set. Got a nice man cave set up now."

You giggled and closed your drawer before turning around in his arms. "Man cave, huh?"

"That's right," he said softly with a grin. "Gonna be great in 'nother month when football season starts."

"I don't know, I think Sarah was already making plans to have her girlfriends over down there. Might cramp your man cave style," you told him, arms draping loosely around his neck.

"'S'alright, I just give her a hundred bucks and let her borrow the car and then it's all mine," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss against your throat. "Be nice to have some privacy down there, too," he added, tilting his head in the other direction so he could give the other side of your neck the same attention.

"Yeah? Privacy for what?" you teased, chin lifting up to give him better access. You felt him chuckle against your skin.

"For anythin' we want," he replied, tearing his mouth away from your shoulder so he could brush his lips gently over yours.

"Mmm, like board games?" you asked, giggling when his lips froze and his face pulled away, giving you a look of disbelief.

"Is that what we're callin' it?"

You nodded and stretched onto your tiptoes so you could kiss him again.

"Okay, the pizza'll be here - oh. Gross," Sarah said when she appeared in the doorway. You pulled away and grinned while Joel looked over his shoulder with a frown.

"Gross?" he repeated, voice laced with disgust. "Seein' me happy is gross?"

Sarah rolled her eyes as she navigated the minefield of boxes in the room to hand you back your credit card. "Is this what it's gonna be like now? You guys sucking face in every room?"

"Hate to tell you, kiddo, but it's always been that way," you told her as you dropped your arms from around Joel's neck to take your card back.

"Pizza?" he questioned excitedly as if he just processed what Sarah said, and you nodded.

"Figured you guys would be hungry."

Joel groaned in delight and wrapped his arms around you once again, making you laugh.

"Alright, gimme a second to leave at least," Sarah said, turning towards the door as quickly as possible, but not before you caught the smile on her face.

"Hey, can I give you a hand?" Tommy asked as he entered your kitchen. You could hear Josh, your father, Sarah and Joel laughing in the living room with the television on in the background.

"Oh, Tommy, that's so sweet but I got it. You've done so much already today, thank you for your help," you said with a smile as you continued to clean up the pizza. Tommy leaned against the counter and watched you move around his brother's kitchen like you had been there your whole life, and he couldn't help but smile.

"You look right at home already," he told you, making your cheeks warm. You pulled out some foil and shrugged.

"I've stayed over a couple times, what can I say?"

He chuckled and continued to watch you work quietly for a moment.

"Say, what'dya think 'bout you and Joel goin' on a double date with me and Maria?"

"Oh, I would love that!" you exclaimed, meeting his gaze briefly as you moved towards the fridge. "Must be getting serious if you're ready to introduce her to family, huh?"

"Yeah, I think so," Tommy said, shyly looking down at the tile floor. "She's so pretty. Smart, too. And funny. We have such a great time together. I'll tell you, I ain't ever remember feelin' this way 'bout a girl before."

Your jaw hung open in shock after you turned away from the closed fridge. "Tommy! This is... amazing!"

He scratched the back of his neck and grinned. "Yeah, it is," he agreed warmly.

"He botherin' you, baby?" Joel asked as he strolled into the kitchen with a beer in his hand. He shot you a wink right after Tommy gave him the finger.

"I was just telling Tommy we should go on a double date with him and Maria," you said, leaning into the hug he gave you. Tommy gave you a thumbs up behind Joel's back and you smiled over his shoulder, knowing intuitively that his brother would tease him mercilessly if he knew Tommy was the one with the idea instead of you.

"Oh, yeah?" Joel asked, pulling back to look at Tommy. He nodded.

"Yeah, sounds like fun. Maybe grab some drinks down at Mike's. Play some pool."

"Alright. Set it up, can't wait to meet her," Joel told him before squeezing past you to get another beer from the refrigerator.

The men spent another hour or so relaxing in the living room while you and Sarah did the best you could to clear up the remaining boxes in your bedroom. You did rather well, too. By the time everyone was ready to say good night, you only had two boxes left, both of which you stacked and shoved into a corner to deal with the next day.

You were looking forward to collapsing into bed after a long, eventful day when Sarah asked if she could go to the movies with a few of her friends.

"Please, Dad? School starts up in a couple weeks," she begged, and Joel didn't have the heart to tell her she didn't need to bother to beg. He handed her some money from his wallet and she rushed up to her bedroom to get ready, announcing her friend Katy would pick her up in twenty minutes.

"Strange how Katy knew to pick her up before I said it was alright," Joel told you with a fake look of confusion. You laughed and plopped next to him on the couch, resting your head on his shoulder while he flipped through the channels on the television.

You wrapped your hand around his bicep and snuggled in closer as he wavered back and forth between two different action movies. When you really thought about it, it was funny. Your life was so different just a year ago. You were engaged to someone else, living in New York City, wearing expensive clothes and dining at restaurants you didn't really care for but your fiancé did, so you pretended to like them, too. Now you were living a completely different life. One of comfort and love and joy and you had never felt happier.

As if he could read your mind, Joel lifted his arm and tugged you closer by the shoulders, then planted a kiss on the top of your head, further emphasizing how perfect your life seemed now.

"I'm coming downstairs now! Stop making out!" Sarah warned as she stomped down the steps. You stifled your laughter and Joel shot her a scowl.

"We're just watchin' TV."

"And I'm just covering my bases," she said with a grin, holding her hands up in surrender. A faint beep came from the road and she grabbed the purse you had given her earlier that day and said, "don't wait up!" over her shoulder before the door clicked shut.

"Don't wait up?" Joel repeated with a snort. "She's seventeen goin' on thirty."

You giggled and gazed up at him from your place against his side. "You wanna play some board games?"

He looked confused for a moment before the realization dawned on him.

"Hell, yes."

The basement looked nicer than you expected. It wasn't completely finished but there was an area Joel had built a wall around and painted years ago. He had installed a drop ceiling and some laminate flooring but he never got around to actually doing much else with it until you moved in and had extra furniture. An area rug from your old apartment was in the center of the room, your old couch resting on top and your television was placed on your entertainment center across from the sofa. You had some floor lamps and end tables you could arrange in the space later on but for now, it was nice.

But all that didn't really matter that particular day. Not when your shorts dangled around one ankle, which was slung over the back of the couch, your legs spread wide as Joel kneeled on the area rug, his fingers gripping your hips as his tongue feverishly lapped at your pussy.

"Fuck, Joel... I'm close," you whined, hand clawing at his hair, your hips grinding shamelessly against his face. He just groaned, eyes fluttering closed as he drank you in, your scent engulfing him, absolutely loving the way you fell apart under his tongue.

"Joel," you gasped, mouth hung open as your gaze fixed on the top of his head. "Joel, d-do t-that thing-" you moaned loudly, cutting yourself off when he repeatedly grazed his teeth over your clit while working two fingers into your cunt, curling them so they pressed against that one spot he knew drove you crazy each time he dragged them in and out.

A moment later, your body went rigid and tears sprung to your eyes as you came, ragged groans melting into quiet little whimpers until he finally pulled away from the center of your thighs. His eyes were dark and wild as he panted for air, watching you with a cocky smirk as you struggled to come to your senses.

"Gonna let me fuck you now, baby?" he murmured, his pants already pushed halfway down his legs. You nodded in a daze, thighs trembling still when he stepped out of his jeans and kneeled onto the couch. He hovered over you, pressing his thick length against your pussy while he bent forward to bite and suck at your throat.

You gasped sharply and grabbed his shoulders when he first entered you. The initial stretch always took your breath away, regardless if he made you come first or not. You came to crave that feeling, those first few seconds of intrusion that made your mind go blank and your heart stutter before your body made room for him and relaxed. And because you knew he loved to hear it, your mouth found his ear and you whimpered, "so big," and you smiled when you heard his responding growl.

A few days before you moved in with Joel, you laid awake at night in your apartment, thinking back to your relationship before him. When you moved in with Will, it seemed like something shifted almost immediately, and not in a good way. The spark fizzled out as you adjusted to living with one another, putting up with each other's quirks and bad habits. Logically, you knew that spark was dying before you moved in together but at the time, you didn't want to admit it. But anxiety still crept up and you wondered if the same thing would happen with Joel.

What a stupid thing to worry about.

What you had with Joel was so different, it was hard to describe. But it was a feeling, something deep inside that couldn't be denied. This was special. This was unlike anything you ever experienced before and it was foolish to try to compare it to anything else.

As if you needed further proof, Joel sensed your mind had drifted elsewhere and he nipped at your lower lip to draw your attention back to him.

"What's wrong?" he whispered when you met his gaze. His hips had slowed down, worried you were uncomfortable and didn't want to say it. You slowly smiled and draped your arms around his neck, looking up at him with such love and adoration that he couldn't stop himself from smiling in return.

"Nothing's wrong. Everything's perfect," you told him. You tugged him down so you could give him a kiss, then mumbled, "you're perfect," against his mouth.

Joel flushed and shook his head gently, resuming his steady pace. Sometimes he had a hard time believing you were real. He spent a good chunk of his adult life thinking he would never find true love and after a few years of loneliness, he grew to accept that. He threw himself into his work and focused on raising Sarah but when he met you, it was like everything changed. He couldn't stop thinking about you to the point where he would have been content with just getting to know you better, but the moment he first felt your lips against his, he knew he didn't stand a chance. But when he first made love to you, it was all over. He knew within seconds he could never let you go, and he never did.

"You're the one who's perfect. God, so fuckin' tight," he groaned, flexing his hips with a little more force. You rewarded him with a sweet little moan and tipped your head back into the couch. "That feel good, baby?" he breathed, watching with pride as you writhed underneath him.

"Yeah," you whispered before sinking your teeth into your lower lip, skin already red and sensitive from where his own teeth had laid claim. "Again. Harder, Joel," you pleaded, and his eyelids fluttered as he tried to slow down his own orgasm that was already growing all too quickly.

He gave you what you wanted, hips snapping into yours roughly. Your whole body rocked beneath him, breasts bouncing free under your thin T-shirt, jaw slack and back arched so beautifully he had to look away before he came too soon.

"Oh, fuck, Joel," you whined, face pinching as he forced another orgasm to the surface with each powerful thrust.

"You like that?" he murmured, his dark eyes raking over your body greedily. "Tell me, baby. C'mon, wanna hear it."

"Yes," you whimpered, eyes still screwed shut, "feel so fucking good, Joel, fuck... so... so deep, I want more." You took in a deep breath, your release so close you could taste it. "More... don't stop, please... I-I need..." you were rambling now, unable to form a full sentence, barely aware you were saying anything at all and fuck, did he love being the one to make you do that. Make you lose control and give in, putting all your faith and trust in him to give you what you want. To make you feel good.

"I know what you need," he said through gritted teeth, then grabbed ahold of your hip and ground himself roughly against your cunt. Your eyes flew open and he smiled when you cried out, clenching around him after only two or three passes over your clit.

You were whispering his name mixed with something else incoherent as you came down and he couldn't hold himself back any longer. He slammed into you over and over, eyes fixed on the way your pussy strained around his girth, his cock all shiny and slick with your arousal and he came with a loud groan, thrusting into you deep and slow until he was spent.

His arms began to tremble so he slowly lowered himself down to rest the side of his head against your chest and instantly, your hands came up to card through his hair. He sighed and closed his eyes, soaking in your gentle touch as his heart began to slow.

"Do you think it will always be like this?" you asked softly, fingers still threading through his curls.

"Yeah, I do," Joel replied, eyes still shut as he nuzzled into your chest.

"Good. Me, too."

Maria was fun.

You knew immediately you would get along. Her sense of humor and her carefree attitude completely contradicted her profession as a newly appointed Assistant District Attorney, and you absolutely loved how full of surprises she was, especially how good she was at pool.

"Y'know, we just let you girls win," Joel teased when he put his pool cue down.

"Oh, yeah? Is that why I heard you and Tommy talking strategy on my way back from the bathroom?" you shot back. He grinned and tugged you into his chest, kissing the crown of your head before releasing you.

"C'mon, Tommy. Losers buy the next round," he said, giving his younger brother a playful shove. Tommy squeezed Maria's hand and gave her a warm smile before following Joel to the bar, leaving just you two to find an empty table. Maria spotted one right when a group of four were standing up to leave and she grabbed your arm, practically dragging you across the crowded floor to snag it before someone else did.

"Good eye!" you told her when you slid into the booth, the green, plastic cushion underneath you essentially useless after years of being flattened and never replaced. The table was sticky from spilled beer and droplets of hot sauce, so you each got to work yanking handfuls of napkins out of the dispenser at the end of the table and squirting hand sanitizer over the tabletop to clean the area as best you could.

"I don't think Tommy told me how long you two've been together," Maria said, her eyes lifting to search the bar for your dates.

"Uh, eight months or so," you told her, "we met right before Christmas."

She raised her eyebrows and smiled. "I would have guessed much longer. It feels like you know each other so well."

You could feel your cheeks warm from the compliment. It was clear to you what you had with Joel was special but it was always nice to hear others could see it, too.

"What about you and Tommy? He's been keeping you a secret but I want to guess... two months?"

"Three, actually," she corrected you. "We both agreed to take things slow. I had just gotten this job and I knew I would be putting in long hours, I wasn't really sure if I had the time to devote to a relationship but he stuck it out. I really thought he was going to bail when I kept having to call it early so many nights and cancel dates last minute but he's a trooper."

You leaned across the table and wiggled your eyebrows at her. "That's 'cause he really likes you."

She giggled and waved you off but you could see the delight in her eyes.

"I'm serious! I've only known him for as long as I've known Joel but from what I was told, Tommy didn't bring girls around often. Especially lately. You must be special," you teased, making her smile widen.

Unbeknownst to you, across the bar, Tommy and Joel were having a similar conversation.

Now that Tommy had a few beers in him, he was more open to telling his brother about Maria and how happy he was with her.

"I'm tellin' you, Joel, I think she's the one," he was saying, slamming down an empty shot glass next to Joel's on the messy bar top.

"I like her, she keeps you in line," Joel quipped, taking a sip from his beer to chase the shot of whiskey. "Girls are gettin' along real good, too."

Tommy nodded and looked across the bar. "And how's things goin' with you two? She wanna move out yet?"

Joel laughed and shook his head. "Nah, it's only been two weeks. It'll probably take at least a month 'fore she realizes she made a mistake," he joked.

Tommy chuckled but caught the fond look in Joel's eye when he thought about you.

"So, you think this is it for us?" he asked, and Joel glanced up from his beer. "We finally found the ones?"

The corner of his mouth pulled up into a smirk and he nodded.

"Hope so." Then maybe he was feeling a little braver, or maybe it was the alcohol, but he added, "got the ring already, be a little tough tryin' to take it back."

Tommy's eyes bugged out of his head. "You - what?"

Joel sucked in a deep breath and nodded. "Yep. Had it for a while now. Asked Paul 'n everythin'."

Tommy's mouth opened and closed like a fish, completely stunned.

"And Sarah?"

He nodded and took a nervous sip from his bottle. "Talked to her, too. She's thrilled."

Tommy broke out into a huge grin and tugged Joel into a quick hug before pulling away and giving him a playful shoulder shove. "So when are you gonna do it?"

Joel sighed and looked around. "I don't know. When it feels right, I suppose."

"Shit," Tommy replied, rubbing his chin. "Gonna be a hell of a year."

Joel nodded and looked down at your drinks sitting on the bar. "We oughta go find the girls."

"Yeah," Tommy agreed, shaking his head like he was snapping out of a trance. He reached for Maria's drink while Joel grabbed yours but before they began to weave their way through the bar, Tommy stopped him.

"Congrats, brother. I'm happy for you."

"She didn't say yes yet," Joel reminded him with a raised eyebrow, but Tommy just shrugged.

"She will."

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eternalxvenus · 1 year ago

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༻ room for one more? ༺

summary: after many failed dates, you begin to give up on the dating scene until Sarah and John B give you an interesting proposal.

cw: smut 18+, sarah x f!reader x john b, threesome, oral (f and m receiving), face sitting, overstimulation, squirting, dirty talk, praise, p in v, unprotected sex, pet names (sweetheart, pretty girl, good girl, baby), brief drug use, lmk if i missed any!

wc: 3.6k

notes: thank you to the lovely @juniebugg for giving me this amazing idea, i loved writing it and hope i did it justice 🙏🏽

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The sun was setting but the day was still hot, a soft wind tickling your skin. You were lying on your towel, opting to enjoy the last few rays of the sun with Kie. JJ, Pope, John B, Cleo, and Sarah were all in the water swimming and playing around. You all had a rough week for different reasons and so JJ called for a mandatory beach day.

As you dozed in and out, listening to the sound of the waves, Kie nudged your side softly. "So... how is the whole dating thing coming along?"

Even though she was genuinely curious, you couldn't help the sting of embarrassment as you tried not to groan. "Not so great. I have a date with Kelce tomorrow, but I'm not over the moon excited." You turned to look at Kie through your sunglasses with a tight smile. "If this one doesn't work out, I'm giving up."

Her nose scrunched up in mild disapproval. "Kelce? I didn't think you'd go for someone in that circle.

Truth be told, you usually wouldn't. Even though the whole Kooks vs Pogues thing isn't as relevant anymore, some Kooks were still stuck in their old ways. "Me either. He came up to me and started a conversation at the boneyard a couple nights ago and asked for my number. Now we suddenly have a date at the country club," you sighed with a shrug.

"Even if it doesn't go well, don't stress it. You don't have to push a relationship anytime soon– you're still young."

You sat up and turned onto your back, deciding to take a nap while you could. "Easy for you to say. You have JJ, Cleo has Pope, and Sarah has John B. I'm the odd one out." Kie gave you a solemn smile but didn't say anything else, which you were thankful for.

A few hours later, everyone was out of the water, and the wind picked up leaving goosebumps on their wet skin. While everyone was drying off, Kie woke you up and said it was time to go.

You asked John B to take you home because you had plans tomorrow. As everyone laughed and joked around with one another, you couldn't bring yourself to be in a cheerful mood knowing they each had their special person within the group.

Once you were home, you immediately took a warm shower to try and let the warm water relax you. It did somewhat, but it didn't stop your brain from overthinking. After what felt like hours of tossing and turning in bed, one melatonin later, you finally were able to fall asleep and stay asleep.

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The room was unbearably hot when you woke up. You flung the covers off you as you wiped the light sheen of sweat from your forehead. You'd left the window open, and your AC wasn't on. With an irritated groan, you got up and closed the window. Wanting to cool down your room as quick as possible, you turned the AC on as low as it could go.

You checked your phone and saw a few missed messages.

Kie: have fun on your date, lmk how it goes!

Sarah: if you aren't busy later come swing by the chateau :)

Kelce: morning, i'll be there at 1 to pick you up for lunch. can't wait to see you.

You sent in your replies and got ready for your date with Kelce. Light makeup and a cute but simple white dress. As you grabbed it from your closet, you saw the red dress you shoved in the back with the price tag still attached. You'd bought it impulsively while shopping with the girls one day but had never worn it.

It was a mid-thigh deep cherry red with a slit and showed off your cleavage perfectly—according to Sarah, at least. It had never seen the outside of your closet, no matter how many times your friends tried to make you wear it. You never felt like you could truly pull it off.

There were five minutes to spare when you'd finally finished up. As you were spraying your perfume a text from Kelce came in letting you know he was outside. You grabbed your purse and met him outside, where he sat in his car.

A small sigh left your lips. He didn't bother to meet you at the door. Perhaps he wasn't the gentleman type. You got into his expensive car, the leather seat cool from the AC blasting on high.

"Ready to go?" He asked, giving you a once over. You nodded softly and gave him a small smile. Neither of you spoke much the entire ride there. You sat on your phone checking social media, playing games, anything to pass the time.

Kelce parked in front of the country club and beckoned you to follow him. He led you to the outdoor patio that connected to a restaurant. After a waiter sat you both and you ordered drinks, Kelce started the conversation.

"So, is this your first time at the country club?."

"Uh... yeah, it is."

"What do you think of it?" he said, taking a sip of the drink that had been placed in front of him.

You shrugged, "It's nice, I can see why people come here." There was a beat of silence and you knew this date wasn't going to be the best.

"Honestly, I'm surprised we're here right now. I never thought I'd be taking a pogue on a date at the country club. But you're really hot, so I've got no complaints."

His statement made you internally roll your eyes. "Right..."

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You were back home, feet aching slightly from your shoes, and the heat was making you feel groggy and gross. The date was not good. All Kelce could talk about was himself, the kook life, and how he wanted to bring you to a party at Topper's next week. You declined. He also made slick remarks about you being a pogue which pissed you off.

You: hey sarah, i'll be over in a bit.

She sent a thumbs to your message. You got in your car and made your way to the chateau. When you pulled up, you saw John B out by the deck.

Inside you could see Sarah walking around so you went in to greet her.

"Hey, I'm here," you said knocking on the door as you walked inside.

"Hey! Glad you could make it." She sat the plates she was holding into the cabinet and motioned for you to sit. She came over and sat next to you on the couch as you both got comfortable. "Kie mentioned you had a date… how did it go?"

You picked at your nails and shook your head. "Not too great."

Sarah hummed sympathetically. "Well, Kelce isn’t as interesting as he makes himself out to be." You both laughed as you nodded in agreement.

You laid back on the couch letting your head fall back. "When is everyone else coming?" assuming Sarah or John B had something planned for everyone tonight.

"Actually, I only invited you. John B and I wanted to talk to you about something," she sighed. You felt nervousness bloom in your stomach as she stood up. "I'm gonna go get John B, just sit tight."

While waiting for them to come back your mind was wandering, not sure what could be so important that they had to talk to you together and in person. The door swung open and Sarah walked back in with John B right behind her. No one spoke as they pulled up two chairs and sat in front of you on the couch. John B gave a soft smile which helped your nerves just a little.

"Okay so," Sarah spoke up. "We weren't really sure how to go about this so just bear with me here. You're one of our best friends and we've spent a lot of time together over the years..."

You could hear your heart beating in your ears, almost drowning out Sarah's voice. Please don't tell me they don't want to be friends anymore, you thought to yourself.

"Anyways, me and John B have been talking. We both find you attractive obviously. And we wanted to invite you to bed with us! Like a threesome." Sarah had a smile on her face and your eyes widened.

"W-what? You want to have a threesome? With me?" They both nodded.

"Basically, me and Sarah had been talking and we asked each other who we'd want to hook up with if we were single. To our surprise we both said you, so we figured why not just ask."

Your face felt burning hot with shyness and embarrassment. You'd only had sex one time and it wasn't all that great. You and your boyfriend at the time had wanted to lose your virginities to each other but neither of you knew what you were doing.

Sarah's hand grabbed yours and pulled you out of your swarming thoughts. "You don't have to answer right now." She was caressing the back of your hand with her thumb reassuringly. "Go home and just think about it. We'll be waiting patiently for your answer— no pressure at all, okay?"

The air in the room felt a little less heavy. You knew they wouldn't force you or be mad if you decided not to. "Okay," you said with a small smile.

They both hugged you, walked you to your car, and waved you off home. On the ride back, all you could think about was whether you should accept or not. You weren't experienced and didn't want to disappoint them.

You were laying in bed but once again couldn't sleep. You decided to take a few hits of the weed pen JJ had given you a while back, it's lasted you a while since you only use it when you can't sleep or need to relax.

Once you felt the high encompassing your mind you laid down and closed your eyes. Your mind drifted to the thought of being in bed with Sarah and John B. With that, you fell asleep.

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It had been three days since your threesome invitation. You had thought about it a lot. Even though you hadn't spoken to Sarah and John B directly, you all still talked in the group chat with everyone else like normal.

It was still early in the morning when you texted Sarah.

You: hey are you and John B up yet?

20 minutes later, you got a reply.

Sarah: good morning! i am but he's still sleeping lol. what's up?

You: i've given it some thought and i wanna do this but are you sure? i'm not the most experienced when it comes to all that

Sarah: i'm so happy! thank you for trusting us and don't worry we'll both be there to guide you. are you free tonight?

You said yes and she told you to come over at 7. That gave you 11 hours to completely freak out before heading over there.

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The warm air from outside blew into your car as you sat outside the chateau, trying to give yourself a mini pep talk. They suggested that you come in loungewear, so you wore shorts and a cropped tank top with no bra, all things considered.

You went up and knocked on the door and waited. John B came and greeted you with a hug. He didn't hide the fact that he was taking in your body.

"Hey, come in. Sarah's finishing up in the shower so she should be out in a few minutes." With a brief nod, you followed him inside.

It was so weird, normally the chateau felt like a second home. You'd help yourself to whatever and never felt out of place. This time it was the complete opposite. You didn't want to touch anything or sit without someone telling you to. You felt like a guest, who was visiting for the first time.

John B sensed your nervousness and gave you a smirk. "Don't get all shy now sweetheart, we haven't even started. Speaking of which, is there anything you wanna do? We could have some takeout, watch a movie, anything really."

You gave him a puzzled look. "I thought we were going to... you know."

"I love your enthusiasm," he chuckled. "We are, but Sarah and I both thought it'd be best to ease into it rather than just jump right in. We want this to be as comfortable as possible for you."

It was the little things like this that reminded you that these are your best friends. They knew you like the back of their hand and wanted this to be enjoyable for you and them. "A movie sounds nice," you said with a smile.

A little while later you were all sat on the couch watching some random movie that you'd picked. It wasn't all that good but you were still tuned in. Your eyes glanced away from the TV when you felt Sarah's hand start grazing the inside of your thigh. She was still facing forward almost as if nothing was happening. You looked back at the TV and spread your legs a little wider.

It was summer, entirely too hot for any blankets— even with the cool air of the AC blowing— so if John B looked, he'd see what was happening. The light, teasing touches went on for a few more minutes and you could feel yourself getting more and more worked up. You were ready to break the silence and ask for more until you felt John B's lips on your neck. A soft gasp slipped past your lips as your eyes fluttered closed.

"This okay?" he muttered against your neck, and you nodded. "Use your words, pretty girl."

You managed to whimper out a soft 'Yes' which encouraged them both to keep going. Sarah's hand moved higher, lightly rubbing you through your shorts. A moan slipped from your pouty lips at the contact and you tried grinding your hips against her hand for more stimulation. "Let's go to the bed," Sarah whispered.

The short walk was filled with little kisses and light touches, none of you wanted to stop even for a second. Sarah instructed you to take off your clothes and lay on the bed. She and John B did the same as she sat behind you and John B positioned himself in between your thighs.

"Fuck... your pussy is dripping." You attempt to close your legs but he has a strong grip on your thighs. "Don't try and hide yourself, I wanna see everything."

Sarah brought her hands up to massage your tits, your nipples feeling painfully hard. "John B is gonna use his mouth to make you feel good, okay?"

"Okay– oh!" He wasted no time licking a long stripe to collect your arousal on his tongue.

"How does she taste baby?" Sarah asked. You could hear the lust and neediness in her voice. "She's so fucking sweet, like candy." John B couldn't help but moan as he continued to move his tongue in and out of your hole. You felt one of Sarah's hands leave your breast to touch herself behind you. Her soft moans make you even more turned on.

John B brought his mouth to your clit and sucked hard. That was all it took to have you falling over the edge in pleasure. One hand squeezed Sarah's arm while the other tugged on John B's brown tresses. Your moans filled the room as you rode out your first orgasm of the night.

Sarah replaced your spot in front of John B and once again he wasted no time lapping at her essence. Once she reached her peak John B didn't stop he was pushing her into overstimulation and instructed you to hold her legs open.

"John B! Please– ohmygod– it's too much!" she tried to push his head away but he didn't budge until he pulled another orgasm from her. You watched in amazement as she started to squirt making a mess of the bed and his face. He wore your combined juices proudly, not bothering to wipe any of it off.

You leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Fuck Sarah you look so hot like this, squirting all over the place, being so messy." She whimpered at your words as John B finally gave her some reprieve.

She pulled you down so your lips collided with hers in a heated bruising kiss. Her tongue swiped across your lip and made its way into your mouth massaging your tongue.

In the corner of your eye, you saw John B stroking his hard cock slowly. Sarah noticed as well and gave you a smirk. "Let's show him how thankful you are for making you cum."

John B positioned himself up against the headboard and Sarah brought you face to face with his length. "Grab the base and take him into your mouth. He likes it really messy," She whispered while keeping her gaze on him. You followed her instructions and did your best to please him.

Once you'd taken as much as you could into your mouth, a light gag leaving your throat, he groaned. "Fuuuuck, that's it, take it all in that tight little throat." You went at your own pace for a bit, then Sarah took over gagging you on his cock at a brutal pace. Your eyes watered and there was spit and drool all over your chin and his pelvis. John B's thighs tensed and without warning his load filled your throat forcing you to swallow it all.

You coughed a bit and Sarah rubbed your back soothingly while you and John B caught his breath. "You did so good baby." She went to kiss your neck and caress your body.

The praise did things to you. "Thank you." John B pulled you against him and kissed you deeply. "Do you wanna keep going, sweetheart?" John B muttered against your lips. The room felt so hot in combination with all the body heat and the summer air. You were definitely spent, but you wanted to go again. "I want you inside, please."

He nodded and moved you down to straddle him. Sarah moved to sit on his face, facing you. She moaned, feeling his tongue on her clit again. You sink down on his length feeling completely and utterly full. Sarah pulled you in for a kiss as you rocked your hips in a slow rhythm.

The stimulation on your clit from grinding felt delicious, you knew you wouldn't last much longer. One look at Sarah and you could tell she was close too. "I wanna cum together," you whispered against her lips. "Okay, together." she nodded. John B pushed his hips up to get impossibly deeper and gave a harsh such on Sarah's clit, pushing you both over the edge.

You both collapsed onto the bed, your body completely worn out. Sarah and John B left kisses and comforting touches anywhere they could, telling you how well you did and that they were so proud. Their voices faded away as sleep overtook you.

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A month after your night with Sarah and John B things couldn't have been better. You'd spent many pleasure-filled nights at the chateau. They were always showing you something new and making you feel so good. There were even times when it would be just one of them if the other was busy or not around.

You weren't expecting the text from Sarah asking you to come over considering you were just there two days ago. She asked you the wear that red dress which made you even more confused.

Walking into the chateau, not bothering to knock, you saw the table with lots of food and a candle adorning the middle of the table. "What's all this?" you questioned. John B and Sarah both turned from their spot in the kitchen and greeted you.

"We wanted to do something special to thank you, you look beautiful by the way," he said leading you to the empty chair. They sat down at the table and you could tell something was coming up. Even Sarah looked a bit nervous. Maybe they were going to end things.

"So, we don't want to keep you here with this uncertainty. We did all these because this past month has been amazing. You've always been a great friend and I think– we think– doing this has made us incredibly closer." You nod in agreement. "We want you to be our girlfriend. We'll be an official polyamorous couple. I don't want to have to give you up to someone else and neither does Sarah. We want you to be ours and we'll be yours completely."

You felt like the wind had been sucked out of you. They wanted you to be their girlfriend. Before you could say anything Sarah chimed in. "Sorry if this seems sudden and we understand if you want to keep things how they are. You don't have to have an answer–"

"Of course I would," you cut her off with a wide smile. You could see the worry leave both of their faces. "God I love you." Sarah laughed leaning over to place a kiss on your cheek, John B following suit.

The rest of the night was spent having an amazing dinner and even better sex with your new partners. Never in a million years did you think this would be your life but you loved it and you loved them. They were your best friends and lovers wrapped in one.

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erwinsvow · 1 year ago

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“stay away from her, rafe,” his sister’s voice comes from behind.

rafe resists an eye-roll, staring out across the pool of tannyhill and in particular, you, his sister’s friend, sprawled out on a beach chair with your nose in a book. he’s seen you before, around the house, usually unable to meet his eyes and flushing at anything he’d say. he didn’t pay much attention before, since you were almost painfully shy and skittish to the touch— definitely too shy for him—but he’s starting to change his mind.

he watches you lower the book to your chest, covering your flimsy blue bikini and looking up to see where the noise is coming from. you catch rafe’s eye for one second, taking in the fact that he’s staring right at you, and you panic, bringing the book right back up to hide your face. he smirks, until sarah speaks again.

“seriously rafe. don’t even look at her. she’s way too nice for you, anyways.”

“shut up. not doing anythin’, and i don’t have to listen to-”

“sarah!” ward’s voice comes from inside. she walks back inside, telling rafe to leave you alone one last time. he stays out there, minutes passing by quickly, until he notices you glancing up at him again. you walk over in his direction, and even in your demeanor he can tell sarah was right, that you’re so shy you can’t even find the nerve to approach him, and you hover in front of the backdoor, trying to peer inside to see where your friend went.

“need somethin'?” rafe asks you, and he notices your entire body tense up. you turn around slowly to face him, but you stare at your feet while you speak.

“um, i’m sorry. sarah was gonna bring me home.” you look up quickly and then look back down. he thinks it’s cute, though he’s sure he once thought it was annoying. he wonders if you’re like this with everyone. “it’s almost curfew so i should-”

“well sarah’s occupied.” you meet his eyes finally, your own wide like coins, taking in his words. “get your stuff, kid. i’ll take you home.”

“oh, you don’t have to-”

“get your ass in the car. come on. i don’t have all day.” you comply quickly, gathering your book and bag, not even looking for sarah again, which he likes a little too much. you climb into the passenger seat of his truck, but keep your gaze locked out the window. it’s not until he pulls infront of your house that you speak.

“thanks, rafe,” you mumble quietly. he turns to look at you, but you’re sniffling with quivering shoulders.

“you cryin’?” he’s actually confused—unsure of what he did, if anything. he thought driving you home was something that would make you happy.

“no,” you get out, in between a sob. “i didn’t mean to bother you, or m-make you mad.”

“mad?” he asks, staring at you curiously. rafe thinks maybe he should have expected this, or seen this coming. gears start turning and clicking into place, the way you play with the hem of your dress and keep your head down. you were more messed up than he thought. he chooses his next few words carefully. “and what did i say…to make you think that? hm?”

“y-you said you didn’t have all day. and you sounded upset.” rafe tries to think back, but he hasn’t felt upset with you at any point in the last hour. he exhales, laughing a little. he thinks he could have a lot of fun with you, with the way you behave around him. the very thought of you talking to some other guy like this makes his blood boil.

“well, m’not. not mad or anythin’ else, okay?” you look back up through watery eyes.

“really?”

“no, kid. not at all. you walk around thinkin’ everyone’s mad at you all the time?”

“i-i don’t know. i guess. you just scared me.”

“well i’ll try not to. get inside. i’ll see you tomorrow.” you climb out, picking up your bag and adjusting your dress. before you turn to head back, you peer in through the open window at rafe. your gaze darts around, finally settling on him.

“tomorrow?”

“yeah, tomorrow. i’ll swing by. g’night, kid.”

“goodnight, rafe.”

#crybaby shy reader my beloved!!!! rafe loves you!!#just part 1.... more to come !#rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #shy reader

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honeyedmiller · 6 months ago

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Mr. Bakery Man

baker!joel miller x f!reader

rating: none

synopsis: it’s not every day you get to move from nyc to austin for your job and relish in a pleasant change of pace. it’s also not every day that you discover a cute family owned bakery in the heart of austin—and it’s definitely not every day that you meet the owner and fall head over heels for him.

warnings: this is pure, innocent tooth-rotting fluff ; fun flirting, we’ll call this one a hallmark type beat lol, sarah and ellie are both in this, joel is down bad in this (but so is reader), no use of y/n.

word count: 3.3k

a/n: this was supposed to be for @punkshort’s au writing challenge but i’m hella late on it. life has been crazy lately, but thanks for sticking with me during my unintentional hiatus 🤍

Moving from New York City to Austin Texas had been an oddity in life’s recent escapades.

Your job had asked if anyone in your department was willing to do the big move because the office in Austin needed a strong journalist on their growing team. With the rest of your colleagues having kids and spouses, nobody was interested in uprooting their whole life to move to a completely different state.

You, on the other hand, wanted to get out of New York. You yearned for new opportunities, and when this one arose, you didn’t hesitate to tell your boss you were interested.

You’d been slowly settling into Austin, getting used to life in another city with a completely different atmosphere. You were grateful your new colleagues were all very nice and welcoming.

The one thing you’d say you missed dearly back in New York City, though, was this amazing bakery off of Fifth you’d frequent before work. Their coffee and croissants were delicious, which is what led you to go on a Google hunt to see what bakeries were good around here in Austin.

One caught your eye immediately—Sarah & Ellie’s— with five star reviews and multiple photos of all the sweets they had to offer. It was a cozy little café and bakery mixed into one with a homey, warm vibe and cute decorations. You mapped it to see how long it would take you to get to the place, and to your luck, it was only a ten minute walk from your apartment complex. So, you decided you were going to go first thing in the morning before work.

And for some reason, you felt excited to try a new place. Maybe it was a sign of finally getting used to living in a completely different state, fifteen hundred miles away from your old life.

You luckily got used to being an early riser, so once morning had rolled around, you were up n’ at ‘em by six thirty. You left your house around seven, making your way down to Sarah & Ellie’s.

The shop felt more homey than it looked online. As soon as you stepped in, there was already a short line of customers and a waft of delicious baked goods and coffee that filled your senses. You suddenly yearned for a home you’d never even been to.

You stood in line and observed the menu, deciding on sticking with a classic chocolate croissant and latte for the time being. You wanted to see if this place held a candle up to the place off of Fifth.

The older gentleman in front of you greeted the cashier with a bright smile, and she immediately typed in an order.

“Hey Randy, how’s it going?”

“Hey sweet pea. Just here for my usual mornin’ coffee and danish,” he says, handing the girl a ten dollar bill. She counts out the change and closes the register with her hip before returning his beaming smile to him. “Tell your old man to stop workin’ so damn hard. Cheryl says I need to lay off the sweets once in a while, but I can’t do that if all his baked goods are too delicious to resist.” Randy pats his stomach with a satisfied hum, and the girl laughs.

“I’ll be sure to pass on the message. Have a good one!”

After she waves him off, she locks eyes with you and gives you the same beaming smile as you stepped up to the register.

“What can I get ya, Miss?” she asks, tone cheery and light.

“I’ll take a chocolate croissant and a latte, please.”

She nods and rings in your order, grabbing a cup to write your name on it.

“Not to intrude or anything, but are you new ‘round here?” Her tone is still light, laced with pure curiosity as the sharpie pen hovers over the latte cup.

You gave her a smile and nodded meekly, “I am.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Sarah.”

You give her your name and her smile never wavers, scribbling your name on the cup.

“Let me get that chocolate croissant for you—” she started, but was accidentally cut off by a man opening the door that separated the front of the café from the back.

“Hey babydoll, do we have anymore—” the man stops abruptly, eyes landing on you. A black apron adorned his clearly thick and strong physique, flour dusted on his hands and arms. He was tall, and had a sweet glint in his brown eyes that made warmth flood your whole body. He had a head full of thick brown curls with grays strewn in here and there, and the mustache along with the stubble on his chin mirrored the streaks in his hair.

He instantly gave off a charming aura, and when he smiled at you, you were a goner.

“Hello Miss. Don’t think we’ve ever met before,” he says, dusting his hands off on the apron before extending one to you. His Southern accent dripped like thick, pure honey, and it made your skin burn hot.

You couldn’t hold back your smile when you reached your hand out to shake his. It might’ve sounded cliché as hell, but the sudden surge you got from just touching him made every single cell in your body alert, yearning for more.

“I’m new in the city,” you explain, “Just moved here not too long ago.”

“Ah, makes sense. Think I’d remember ya even if you didn’t come in often.”

You’re taken aback by his words. Was he… flirting? You felt your face heat, and your eyes nervously flit to the glass case full of delicious looking pastries. Well, if he was flirting, there’s no harm in doing it back… right?

“Me coming in often depends,” you find yourself grinning like a fool, “Do your pastries taste as good as they look and smell?”

“They’re the best in Austin,” he winks, and with that, murmurs something to Sarah before giving you one last smile before walking to the back again.

Sarah can’t help but giggle as she hands you your croissant. “It’s on the house,” she waves her hand as you pull out your wallet, and you stop short to give her a confused look. She clocks the expression on your face and grins. “Dad said.”

“That’s your dad?” You didn’t mean to pry, you were just taken aback.

“Mhm. Family owned and operated bakery,” you immediately hear the pride in her voice, and you can’t help but smile. “I’ll have your latte out in a minute.”

You grin and nod, stepping over to the other side of the counter. You decided to take a bite of your croissant while you waited for your latte, and god, it was the best pastry you think you’d ever had. The croissants on Fifth had nothing against these gooey, decadent, flaky treats.

You nearly had to hold back a moan, and the man—Randy, you think—laughed beside you.

“Good, ain’t they?” he asks, and you nodded expeditiously.

“Probably the best croissant I’ve ever had.”

Randy nods in agreement, “Miller’s the best baker in Austin. Been comin’ here since his girls were little.”

And you finally figured that Ellie must be his other daughter. It warmed your heart that he’d name his place after his two girls, clearly his pride and joy.

“That’s so nice,” you say, and give him a quick wave goodbye when his order is called out.

“Hopefully I’ll see you again soon,” Randy shot you a smile before taking a sip of his drink, and you nod at him with a smile before you turn your attention to your name being called out. Sarah handed you your drink and you thanked her, taking a cautious sip.

Even the latte was superb. You were one hundred percent sold on this place, and maybe even a little smitten with the owner.

Yeah, you’d definitely be coming back.

A month passes by before you know it, and you’re now deemed an honorable regular at Sarah & Ellie’s. You’ve met Ellie, who was a total opposite of her sister—but you loved both of their personalities all the same. You learned that Ellie was going to art school and you promised her you’d buy a commissioned piece.

Sarah was going to school for business, studying to take over the bakery one day, and possibly even expand it as a franchise. You told her you’d be at the grand opening the day that it happens.

As for the owner, Mr. Miller—or, Mr. Bakery Man, you teasingly called him—kept the flirting subtle but fun. You looked forward to the playful banter you two’d exchange, and it always earned a raised brow and a not-so-subtle smirk from either Sarah or Ellie.

Unbeknownst to you, they’d tease their father about the ‘crush’ he had on the pretty regular that came in and how he should buck up and ask you on a date.

And he planned to do just that. When you went in on a Saturday morning, you were surprised to see him working the front counter instead of one of the girls.

“Well if it isn’t Mr. Bakery Man,” you say, and he runs a hand through his hair.

“In the flesh,” he says, and you can’t help but laugh.

“Girls didn’t come in today?” You lean up against the counter as he grabs a latte cup, writing your name out on it. He hesitates for a moment, but continues to write on it before setting it down on the opposite countertop.

“Nah. Sarah was up late doing homework and it’s Ellie’s turn to have Saturday off.”

You nod in understanding, pulling out your wallet. He stops you and shakes his head, and you scoff.

“You have to let me pay, Mr. Miller. You can’t keep giving me these discounts.”

“Don’t worry about it, darlin’,” his smile was shy, and he was fidgety—almost like he was scared. Right when you opened your mouth to ask him if he was okay, he cut you off.

“Would you wanna go on a date with me?” His words were rushed, and your heart melted at how nervous he sounded.

You paused your movements completely, meeting those warm brown eyes that made you feel so safe.

“I’d love to,” you answered, and relief visibly washed over his features.

“Great. I, uh, wrote my name and number on your cup. Hope you don’t mind,” he says, and you have to bite back a smile. Then you suddenly realized you never even knew this man’s first name. You’d just stuck with calling him the nickname you gave him, or by his last name.

You took the cup from him gingerly as he finished making your drink a few minutes later, and turned it in your hand to see his name and number scrawled on the side as promised.

Joel.

The name fit the gorgeous man in front of you. He nervously rubbed the back of his neck, and your palm landed on his insanely toned bicep with reassurance.

He stared at you, the warmth in his eyes nearly making you weak in the knees.

“I promise I’ll call you,” you say, giving his bicep a soft squeeze. Your hand falls to your side again before grabbing the croissant from the counter that you didn’t notice until now, and you eagerly took a bite.

Joel wanted to laugh at the chocolate on the side of your mouth as you tilted the pastry toward him. He restrained himself from reaching up and wiping it from your mouth, but you beat him to it by using your knuckle to wipe it off.

“Compliments to the chef.” You tease, wiggling your eyebrows.

He couldn’t help but admire your playful side, ecstatic that you agreed to go out with him.

“Anythin’ for you darlin’,” he said, and you left the bakery that day with a smile on your face that you couldn’t wipe.

That night, you found yourself pacing back and forth in your apartment as you chewed on your bottom lip. Your phone was clutched in your hand, keypad open and ready to dial. Your other hand had the empty coffee cup with his name and number.

You didn’t know why you were battling this in your head. Is it weird? Is it too late to call him? No—No, it’s not weird. He’s the one who asked you out, after all.

Fuck it.

You sighed as you dialed the number on the cup, pressing the phone up to your ear. Within seconds, Joel’s deep voice rang through the other line.

“Hello?” He sounded a bit tired, voice hoarse from what had to be a long day.

“Hey Mr. Bakery Man,” you said in hopes of lifting his spirits even in the slightest.

His deep chuckle that sounded through the receiver had a warmth blooming in your chest. Even his laugh alone made you feel good inside—like a cup of hot cocoa in your hands on a cold night while you’re in your pajamas sitting fireside.

Did it sound kind of insane? Sure. Did you care? No.

The feelings you’d felt toward him almost blindsided you, but something in your gut told you that Joel would be a constant in your life from here on out.

“Hey darlin’. How’s your day been?” He asks.

“Good, good,” you pause for a moment, “So about that date…”

“I was thinkin’ some dinner? Friday night at seven?”

“That’s perfect. I can’t wait.”

Friday night rolled around, and Joel was kicking himself for not exactly having a plan B. For some reason, the reservations he made got mixed up and you couldn’t be seated.

You assured him that it was okay, and that his presence was enough for you to enjoy yourself.

You both decided to get some pasta to-go and eat your food at a park nearby. Even though you both were dressed to the nines and didn’t exactly blend in, you couldn’t care less. You were enjoying your time with him and getting to know the amazing man that he is.

He opened up and talked about how Sarah and Ellie were both his pride and joy, how he had Sarah really young and adopted Ellie later on, how he sometimes helped his brother Tommy in the contracting business, and how he’s loved to bake in the kitchen with his mom ever since he was a young boy.

“Didn’t really think I’d make a career out of it,” he confesses.

“Looks like it worked out for you really well though,” you nudge his side gently. You were settled onto a bench with him then, closer to each other than anticipated. Neither of you said a word, though.

Being by Joel’s side radiated nothing but safety and comfort. It felt natural, like you two were meant to find your way to each other.

“Guess so. ‘S funny though. I meet new people every day because of the bakery and, forgive me ‘f this is too bold to say, but meeting you has completely thrown me off my game,” he chuckles, and you furrow your brows.

“What do you mean?” You try not to feign hurt in your tone, but he wraps his arm around your shoulders and brings you into his warm body. You’re engulfed in his scent, and you could stay here forever, you thought to yourself.

“Don’t mean it as a bad thing, sweetheart. I mean you’ve been on my mind constantly, and truth be told, I didn’t think you’d ever agree to go on this date with me. ‘M not really one to put myself out there and go on dates, but somethin’ about you made me want to get to know ya more,” he explained, and you nodded your head in understanding.

“I get it. I didn’t know what to expect when I moved out here. I always buried myself in work and didn’t pay much attention to dating someone, but I’d like to say this turn of events has been pleasant.”

He can’t help but grin foolishly at your words.

“‘M glad it worked out this way too. Y’know my girls pushed me to ask you out? Not that I didn’t want to in the first place, but ‘m… not very good at this,” he waves his hand to the side.

You could easily picture Sarah and Ellie giving Joel a hard time, hounding him to ask you out.

“Your girls know what’s best,” you tease, and he can’t help but let out a hearty laugh. “But you’re doing just fine, Mr. Miller. I promise.”

“Even if I goofed and our reservation got messed up?”

“Joel, I wouldn’t care if you took me to Whataburger for a date. It’s the company that matters,” you say, and you could’ve sworn you saw him blush.

“Where have you been all my life?” His question sounded like it was meant to be directed just to himself, but you leaned in and gave his cheek a kiss.

“Probably in New York City,” you shrugged.

“You and your sarcasm,” he said, shoulders shaking from laughing.

“Hey, you’re the one who asked me out. That’s on you,” and Joel couldn’t help the pride that bloomed within his chest.

“Sure did. What do ya say? Wanna head back to the bakery for a cup of coffee and croissant?”

“What, like a nightcap, but sweet?” You grinned, and he nods.

“Somethin’ like that.”

“I’d love to.”

Joel offered you his arm and you wrapped your hand around his bicep, staying close to him as you both walked back to his truck.

It didn’t take long to get back to the bakery. Joel made you some coffee with creamer and sugar while he drank his black. He made you a croissant too as promised, and you couldn’t help but gush to him about how you loved his baking. You’d tried a few other things off the menu since you started coming into the shop, but the croissants were what stole your heart.

You and him sat there for what seemed like hours just talking and getting to know each other on a deeper level. You told him about your family, your dreams and aspirations, what made you want to become a journalist, and what drove you to reach your goals.

He loved that you were so ambitious—he didn’t come across too many people these days that seemed to know exactly what they wanted in life. You impressed him, and as he sat across from you listening to you talk about work, he knew you were the woman for him.

He would’ve deemed himself crazy not even a few months ago for thinking such a thing, but hell, if you know you know.

So the months passed by, and you two became inseparable.

Both of you didn’t think you’d meet someone like this, let alone someone you both could see sharing a life with. This man, all kind hearted and selfless and a big teddy bear who treated you like a goddess, was the man that swept you off your feet and made you see that work isn’t everything life had to offer.

You took that leap of faith to move to Austin, not knowing the outcome it would have. But, you sure as hell were so glad that it happened. That this thing with Joel happened. You were decently happy with your life before you met him and let him in, but now, you felt as if you’d been on cloud nine for months.

You were helping Joel close up the bakery one Sunday evening when he turned to you and confessed that he loved you, and he couldn’t imagine his life without you. Neither could the girls. You’d changed him for the better, even if it hadn’t even been a year of knowing each other.

You’d said it right back to him, and with flour still lingering on his hands, he’d grabbed your face and kissed you like you were the air his lungs needed, the blood to keep his heart pumping, and his god-given solace.

And you thought, this was exactly where you were meant to be—safe in his arms, full of love, with a whole lifetime with him to look forward to.

He was it for you. You'd won the heart of the charming Southern gentleman—your Mr. Bakery Man.

dividers by @saradika-graphics

p.s. sorry if this sucked i’m genuinely so rusty w writing rn. thanks for understanding <3

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cameronsprincess · 1 month ago

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I’ve been thinking about this for ages. So like what if reader is doing yoga at Tannyhill and Rafe being Sarah’s brother, or readers step brother or anything finds it to be such a turn on and rips readers yoga pants and they go at it in the living room. TYYYYY

OH. MY. GAWD. pleaseeee i’m droooling😣

CW: smut! 18+ only! stepbro!rafe, stepcest, fingering, unprotected piv sex, ass slapping, choking, creampie, praise and degrading.

note: i haven’t done yoga since i was like… younger and played around with it for fun so bare with me😂 i be doing my best with my knowledge and googles help! yoga is barely gone into detail with though but yeah!

masterlists.

Your thighs burned from the position you were in— triangle pose — as the sound of the yoga instructors voice on the tv filled your large living room. This was your favorite past time, doing yoga when no one was home to clear your mind.

“Now we’re going to switch to a downward dog position, slowly, arms up, and bend forward. Good job.”

You followed the instructors commands, slowly getting out of the position you were in and stretching your arms high above your head. You inhaled deeply through your nose, letting it out slowly through your mouth as you bent forward.

The sound of the front door opening momentarily distracted you, but you’d chose to ignore it. Footsteps sounded behind you, but you still kept your focus on the yoga pose, keeping your mind clear even though tension thickened in the air, your mind becoming foggy from the larger than life presence that now stood behind you, watching you.

You knew it was him, he didn’t even need to speak for you to know it was him. Rafe, your stepbrother. His presence always weighed heavy on your back, the feel of his eyes on you making a shudder run down your spine.

“The fuck are you doing?” Rafe asked, his voice strained.

You rolled your eyes, “Yoga.” you deadpanned, as if it was supposed to be obvious, which…you thought it was pretty obvious.

A low hum sounded from where Rafe stood, his eyes still burning into your backside. He drank in the way your body was bent forward, your ass in the air, the black yoga pants you wore hugging at your curves and making Rafe’s dick twitch in his pants.

You’d opened your mouth to ask him why he was still standing there, but the words died on your lips when Rafe’s body was on you. His hands tugged at the tight material of your yoga pants, tugging them down your thighs and baring your wet pussy to him.

He groaned, running a finger through your soaked folds. “Why’re you so wet, sweetheart?”

A soft moan escaped your lips when Rafe slowly pushed a thick finger inside you. “R-Rafe.. We talked about this.. Fuck..”

Rafe gripped your hips, tugging you down and out of the yoga position you’d been in. Your knees hit the ground and you were thankful the soft yoga mat was beneath you right now. Rafe’s free hand ran up the curve of your back, pushing you forward so your face was pressed against the ground. He slowly worked his fingers in and out of you, his words low and strained when he said, “You talked… I pretended to listen.”

His fingers curled inside you, hitting at your g-spot and making you cry out his name, your fingers clenching and unclenching against the ground below you. Your pussy fluttered around Rafe’s fingers, a pressure building low in your stomach as his fingers fucked you near release.

“We… We can’t keep doing this, Rafe.. It’s not— Oh, God..”

Rafe’s free hand slapped at your ass, making you cry out, pussy pulsing and tightening around his fingers. He moved them in and out slowly, teasing you. “You telling me you don’t want my dick inside your sweet cunt right now?”

Your mind was hazy, a lust filled cloud jumbling the thoughts inside your head. Truth was, you always wanted him. The moment your mother told you she’d remarried and that the two of you would be moving to a small island in North Carolina, you weren’t too happy about it. But when you’d arrived to this beautiful, big house and met your new step father and step siblings— more specifically your broody, slightly older stepbrother— you had completely changed your mind, deciding you loved your new life. You knew it wasn’t right for you and Rafe to fuck, but the first time he’d snuck into your bedroom, tempting you, you knew you’d never be able to turn him away.

Rafe’s fingers pulled slowly out of you, the tips of them still inside before he pushed them back inside harshly. His hand made quick work of fucking you, the squelching noises of his fingers fucking into your dripping pussy sent all morals flying out the door. The band was strung tight in your stomach, inner walls pulsing around your stepbrothers fingers as you cried out, “No.. God, no! I need you Rafe, please?”

He let out a low sound of approval, his fingers curling and hitting that sweet spot once more, sending you over the edge. Your legs shook violently as you came undone around Rafe’s fingers, the thick digits never slowing until your body went limp on the ground.

You hear Rafe’s belt buckle clanking as he quickly worked it off, his khakis sliding down his thighs followed by his boxers. He ran the flats of his fingers over your dripping core, coating them in your arousal before he gripped his dick, giving himself slow strokes. He presses his swollen tip against your sopping entrance, a pathetic whimper escaping you when he pushed the tip inside.

“Whining already? I’ve only put the tip in, sweetheart.”

You groan in frustration, wanting to feel his thick cock stretching you, filling you until all you could think of was how good he felt inside you. “Rafe.. Please just fuck me.”

Rafe slides in at an agonizingly slow pace, your pussy dripping and aching as every thick inch pushed inside you. He bottoms out, his swollen tip nudging against that spot inside you that had your toes curling and eyes crossing.

“Always feel so fuckin’ good, baby. So wet and tight. This pussy was made for me.”

Rafe’s hands grip your hips tightly, his fingers burning your skin as they dug into you. His hips start moving at a brutal pace, the top half of your body sliding against the cool tile floors with each thrust. You whimper when Rafe slaps at your ass again, “Such a good little slut for your stepbrother..” Rafe rasps, his hands holding onto your hips tightly again as he slowly slides out, his eyes never leaving where the two of you connected. “So goddamn good. You should see the way your pussy swallows my dick, the grip… It’s so fucking sexy.”

You choke out a moan when he slams his hips forward again. “R-Rafe…”

He slaps your ass again, pounding into you from behind. He runs a hand up the arch of your back again, stopping once he reaches the nape of your neck. His right hand snakes around your throat, squeezing tightly and pulling you up off the ground. Your eyes blur with tears, your hands gripping at the wrist that has a tight grip on your throat. Rafe pulls your back flush against his front, never slowing the pace of his hips as his lips come down to leave hot, sloppy kisses against your cheek and jaw.

He nips at your jawline with his teeth, groaning when your pussy clenches down around his cock. “Fffffuck… Where do you want my cum, baby?”

Your lips part, trying to get the words out but you can’t form a sentence with how hard he’s squeezing at your pulse points, plus your mind is so far gone from the brutal thrusts of his hips you didn’t think you could speak even if he wasn’t choking you.

Rafe loosens his grip on your throat, running his hand up to squeeze at your cheeks. “Answer me… Before I cum in this tight fucking cunt..” His face falls on your shoulder, lips kissing and biting at the skin of your shoulder and neck. He smirks against your skin when you moan loudly, “Unless you want that? Does my dirty little stepsister want her brothers cum inside her pussy?”

You bite down on your bottom lip, breaking skin, the taste of blood filling your mouth as you nod profusely, “Yes! Please, Rafe? Please cum inside me..”

A low growl rumbles in Rafe’s chest, his mouth biting, licking and sucking at your neck as his dick swells. His free hand moves down between your legs, his fingers rubbing tight, sloppy circles on your clit.

“Be a good girl and cum on my cock, then I’ll give you what you want and cum in you. Can you do that?” He asks breathlessly, his fingers rubbing harshly against your clit, working you towards another release.

“Yes… I— Shit, Rafe! ‘M gonna cum…”

Rafe bites down on your neck, sucking the skin into his mouth — that was definitely going to leave a mark — as the pressure builds low in your stomach. Your pussy clamps down around his cock, a strangled whine falling from your lips as you come undone around Rafe’s cock. He’s not far behind you, groaning into your neck as his dick twitches inside you. He pushes in deep one final time, stilling himself as he comes in slow spurts, filling your pussy with his cum.

The two of you are panting, fighting to catch your breath as Rafe slowly slides out of you. He watches as a thick glob of his cum seeps from your pussy, smirking as his fingers quickly catch it, pushing it back inside you. You groan, your legs twitching as he keeps his fingers buried inside you.

Rafe pulls his fingers out, wiping them across your lips while smiling. “Come to my room later tonight, wanna watch you suck my dick again.”

And with a light tap against your ass, he stands, grabbing his discarded boxers, pants and belt off the floor before he disappears, leaving you well fucked and exhausted on the living room floor.

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cosmicmunsonwrites · 2 years ago

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reader gets super drunk with the pogues so they have to call rafe to get her. And he wasn’t very happy

lets have a good time

pairing(s): bf!rafe cameron x gf!fem!reader , the pogues x reader

warnings: alcohol, pet names, almost a fight

summary: after having one too many to drink, your friends are forced to call your boyfriend.

authors note: thank you for the request!! enjoy :)

not edited

do not copy my works. i do not condone rewrites, translations, or edited versions. all my content is my content that i wrote.

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“c’mon, sarah. please?” you whined.

“babe, you’ve already had way too much to drink,” she said with a chuckle.

you began to pout. “but rafe never lets me drink and we haven’t all been together in sooo long,” you dragged. “this is like—like the one night we can have fun. so why not enjoy it.”

“you’re enjoyin’ it alright,” jj joked, taking another sip from his beer.

that gave you an idea. jj always drank with you.

you turned to him with a smile and the two full shot glasses. “jj?”

he could never turn down alcohol. “why not?”

you cheered and handed him one of the shots before counting down, connecting your lips with the glass and leaning your head back as the burn slid down your throat.

the two of you high fived each other before starting to pour yourselves another.

“you think we’ll have to call him tonight?” john b asked, standing with pope, sarah, and kiara as they watched the two take more shots.

sarah nodded. “definitely. she’s not walking in this state.”

“he’s gonna be pissed,” pope said.

“so pissed,” kiara agreed.

sarah sighed and shifted her weight to one foot. “who’s gonna do it this time?”

john b and pope put their fingers on their noses quickly. once kie noticed, she did the same.

“not fair,” the blonde said. “i don’t wanna text him.”

kiara laughed. “he’s your brother. if he hears it from us, he’d probably run us all over on the way here.”

she sighed but pulled out her phone and began to search for his contact to call him instead while you and jj were still drunkenly stumbling around each other, laughing uncontrollably, dancing to the music and taking another shot.

“what do you want?” he asked, voice louder now that he was on speaker.

sarah rolled her eyes. “can you come get y/n? we’ve all been drinking, some more than others, and i don’t think its a good idea for us to drive her home.”

“what the fuck, sarah? i told you about this shit already. stop—“

she hung up before he could get another word out. john b reached into the cooler and grabbed out some beers, handing one to each of the three. “we’re gonna need ‘em for this one.”

“it’s like a ticking time bomb,” kie said. “we’re basically sitting ducks right here.”

sarah shook her head. “he won’t do anything too bad. you know she doesn’t like when he gets all mouthy with us,” she replied, referring to you.

and in record breaking time, the big truck was pulling into the dead patch of grass on the side of the chateau.

you gasped when you saw your boyfriend approaching and immediately run up to him, without stumbling and tripping as much as you can, flinging your arms around him and holding yourself close to him. “hi, rafe,” you slurred against his chest.

“hi, baby,” he said softly. your balance was completely off. he wrapped his arms around you to ensure you wouldn’t fall then looked up to his sister and the rest of the pogues. “are you kidding me?”

sarah shrugged. “she was having fun, rafe. let her.”

“what did i tell you about this? look at her. she can barely even stand,” he spat angrily. “i told you to watch her. and you didn’t. you’re supposed to monitor how much she’s drinking so she doesn’t—“

“hey,” you mumbled quietly, leaning off his chest and stumbling back slightly to look at him. “‘s fine. ‘m fine. i was jus’ havin’ fun with my friends and—and i had a little too much. sarah even—even told me i was drinking too much. ‘s fine though. can we jus’ go home?” you slurred between hiccups.

he took a deep breath. he could never say no to you.

“c’mon,” he said softly. you waved goodbye to all your friends and with a hand on your back to keep you steady, he led you to the car. his hands found your waist to help you up into your seat, strapping you in then shutting the door and hastily walked around to the other side.

you giggled when he got in. “i had sooo much fun today, rafe.”

he smiled to himself and began to reverse out. “i can’t wait to hear all about it, sweetheart.”

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loveesiren · 3 months ago

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𝖤𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗒 𝖢𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗍 (𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖳𝗐𝗈)

Rafe Cameron x Reader | Part One

a/n: Here's part two! Thank you for all the love on this mini series. I'll be posting part three on Monday!

synopsis: Y/N has always been close to the Cameron family, practically a part of it after years of friendship. Beneath the surface, unspoken feelings simmer between her and Rafe, but neither of them can muster the courage to admit it. When Y/N finally decides to move on, setting her sights on a new man, he’s forced to confront the truth: losing her might cost him more than he ever realized.

warnings: language, slight angst

wc: 2.4k+

Your date with JJ was going surprisingly well. Dinner at the club had been set up by Sarah—she knew JJ wouldn’t exactly be the “wine and dine” type on his own but figured he’d appreciate the effort. To his credit, he carried the conversation effortlessly, keeping you laughing and genuinely interested.

“Sarah was nice to set this up,” JJ said, his trademark grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Yeah, dinner was great!” you replied, your bubbly tone matching the sparkle in your eyes.

JJ leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “What do you say we finish the night a little more Pogue style?” he asked, his smirk dripping with mischief.

“Oh?” You raised an eyebrow, curious. “And what does that entail?”

“A kegger at the Boneyard,” he said, his blue eyes twinkling. “We’ll take my bike. Trust me, it’ll be fun.”

You couldn’t help but smile. The club was elegant, sure, but it felt lifeless—hardly what you’d call a Saturday night. A bonfire and a few drinks sounded like the perfect way to round out the evening. “Okay, I’m in!”

JJ’s grin widened as he stood, offering you his hand. He led you out of the club and to his bike, pulling the helmet off the handlebars. “Safety first,” he said with a wink, holding it out to you.

Butterflies danced in your stomach as you bit your lip, taking the helmet from him. You slipped it on and climbed onto the bike, your sundress brushing against his jeans as you wrapped your arms snugly around his waist.

“Ready?” he asked over his shoulder.

“Definitely,” you replied, your voice filled with excitement.

JJ revved the engine, and the bike roared to life beneath you. The wind whipped through your hair, and you let out a delighted squeal as the adrenaline rushed through your veins. The sunset painted the world in warm hues of orange and pink as the scenery blurred past. For those few moments, you felt completely free.

The ride ended too soon, and before you knew it, you were pulling up to the Boneyard. JJ helped you off the bike, his hands brushing yours as you removed the helmet and shook out your beachy waves. The soft breeze teased the hem of your dress as you adjusted it, your cheeks flushed from the ride.

Rafe saw you the moment you arrived. He’d heard the rumble of JJ’s bike and had turned just in time to see you hop off, your arms still lingering around JJ’s waist. His heart skipped a beat—first from concern at seeing you on a motorcycle, then from something much darker.

He watched you in silence, his grip tightening around the drink in his hand. You moved effortlessly, like something out of a dream, your smile lighting up the beach as you waved hello to everyone. JJ had an arm draped casually around your shoulders, and the proud, almost smug look on his face made Rafe’s blood boil.

He sipped his drink, trying to ignore the sharp twist in his chest as you ran off to Sarah, no doubt eager to gush about the date. He turned back to the bonfire, pretending not to notice you spotting him from across the flames. But then you waved, your excitement palpable. Rafe mustered a smile and waved back, the motion feeling heavier than it should have.

“Hey, Rafey!” you called, bounding toward him.

“Hey,” he replied, forcing a grin as you wrapped your arms around him in a quick hug. The scent of your perfume lingered in the air, softening him for just a moment.

“How was your date?” he asked, his voice steady despite the storm raging inside him.

“It actually went really well!” you beamed, your enthusiasm making his heart sink. “JJ’s really funny,” you added, glancing back at the boy in question. JJ was deep in conversation with Pope and Kiara, gesturing animatedly.

Rafe swallowed hard, his chest tightening as he fought to keep his tone light. “Good. I’m glad,” he said, though the words tasted bitter. Glad? He wasn’t glad. He wasn’t anywhere close to glad. He was furious, jealous, and heartbroken all at once.

You didn’t seem to notice his strained smile, too focused on the drinks table. “I just came to grab some drinks,” you explained, filling two cups with beer from the keg. “But don’t worry—tomorrow, I’m all yours! I’ll bring lunch, and we can finish unpacking your place.”

Rafe forced a smile. “Sounds perfect,” he said, even though the idea of unpacking felt hollow compared to the sight of you glowing after your date.

You flashed him one last dazzling smile before hurrying back to JJ, the two drinks in hand. Rafe’s eyes followed you helplessly as you leaned into JJ, handing him a cup and laughing in a way Rafe had never seen before. It was a carefree, uninhibited laugh—like JJ had unlocked a piece of you that Rafe hadn’t been able to reach.

And then he saw it.

JJ tilted your chin up with his hand, his lips brushing softly against yours in a way that felt both casual and intimate. The sight hit Rafe like a punch to the gut, his chest tightening as a sharp sting pricked his eyes. He blinked hard, willing the tears away.

“You good, dude?” Topper’s voice broke through the haze. He clapped a hand on Rafe’s shoulder, offering him another beer.

Rafe’s gaze didn’t waver from the two of you down the beach. “Yeah,” he muttered, though his voice was hollow.

Topper followed his line of sight and let out a low whistle. “Damn,” he said simply, patting Rafe on the back. “Come on, dude. Let’s get shitfaced.”

Rafe tore his eyes away from you, taking the beer from Topper. He didn’t trust himself to look at you again. Instead, he drained the cup in one long gulp, the alcohol doing little to dull the ache in his chest.

Because for the first time, Rafe Cameron knew exactly what jealousy felt like. And it wasn’t just jealousy—it was fear. Fear that he might have already lost you to someone else. Fear that he’d never be able to tell you just how much you meant to him.

You weren’t just a fleeting crush, or some girl who came and went. You were Y/N. His best friend. His ray of sunshine in an otherwise dark world.

And now, you might never be his.

Despite your pounding headache and a stomach still queasy from the night before, you kept your promise to Rafe. You had fallen asleep peacefully in JJ’s arms on the beach, lulled by the soft crash of waves and the warmth of his embrace. But the morning was far less forgiving. The bright sunrise pierced through your closed eyelids, the wind stung your skin, and the sand clung stubbornly to every surface.

JJ had been sweet, though, giving you a ride back to your car, still parked at the club. He kissed you goodbye, his lips soft but brief, and you couldn’t help but smile as you drove to Rafe’s house.

“Hey!” you greeted, your usual cheerful tone intact, though your face gave away the telltale signs of a hangover.

Rafe opened the door, his expression soft but guarded. “Hey,” he replied with a half-smile, stepping aside to let you in.

The moment you flopped onto his couch, Rafe went into caretaker mode. He handed you a liquid IV packet and a greasy breakfast sandwich, his silent way of nursing you back to life.

“You’re the fucking best,” you said through a mouthful of bacon, smiling as the salty, greasy goodness worked its magic. “Thank you!”

Rafe smiled back, but his eyes told a different story. Beneath the surface, there was something heavy, something unspoken.

“Are you okay?” you asked, narrowing your eyes as you studied his face.

“Yeah,” he said quickly, brushing off your concern. “Just had a bit too much to drink last night, too.” He averted his gaze, avoiding the real reason for his melancholy.

Before you could press him further, a knock at the door interrupted. Sarah burst in, John B trailing behind her.

“Ugh, kill me now!” Sarah groaned dramatically, throwing herself into your arms. “Why did we drink so much?!”

You chuckled, smoothing down her knotted hair. “Because we’re dumbasses,” you teased, and she whined in agreement.

“What are you guys doing here?” Rafe asked, his voice tinged with mild annoyance. “We already moved all the furniture.”

“Needed to get away from the house,” John B said, hands stuffed into his pockets. “Figured we’d help unpack.”

You glanced at Rafe, offering a soft, understanding smile. You had been looking forward to spending the day alone with him. There was something simmering beneath the surface, something he wasn’t saying, and you wanted to help him let it out. But with Sarah and John B here, that wasn’t going to happen.

Rafe’s smile in return was faint and sad. There it was again—the longing in his eyes, the weight of words left unsaid. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but it tugged at your heart.

The day dragged on for Rafe. While he and John B worked in tense silence, he could hear your laughter from the other room as Sarah bombarded you with questions about JJ.

“So, do you like him?” Sarah asked, her eyes gleaming with curiosity.

“Yeah, the date was great,” you admitted, a soft blush creeping up your cheeks. “I’d love to see him again.”

The words were like shards of glass in Rafe’s ears, cutting deep. His stomach churned with every mention of JJ’s name, and it only got worse as the conversation continued.

“Can you guys talk about anything else?” John B finally said, shooting a pointed look at Sarah.

Sarah rolled her eyes but giggled, turning the conversation toward the TV show you’d been binging together.

Rafe visibly relaxed at the shift in topic, though the tension in his shoulders remained.

“You like her, don’t you?” John B asked quietly, his voice low enough that you and Sarah couldn’t hear.

“Is it that obvious?” Rafe replied, placing books on the shelf in front of him, his movements deliberate and slow.

“Why don’t you just tell her?”

Rafe hesitated, chewing on the inside of his cheek. “She doesn’t feel the same,” he said finally. “We’re just friends.”

“How do you know?”

“Don’t you hear the way she talks about him?” Rafe gestured toward the living room where your laughter rang out like music. “She’s happy. That’s all I want for her.”

John B studied him for a moment, then sighed. “Look, man. JJ’s my best friend, and he’s a great guy. But…”

“But what?” Rafe asked, his voice sharp with urgency.

“But JJ will move on,” John B said, his tone calm and measured. “If it doesn’t work out, he’ll be fine. He’s got options—Kiara’s had a thing for him forever anyway.”

Rafe’s jaw tightened as he absorbed John B’s words. He wanted to believe them, wanted to think there was still a chance for him. But after a long moment, he shook his head.

“It’s not my choice,” Rafe said quietly. “It’s hers. If JJ makes her happy, then that’s what matters. I’d never forgive myself if I ruined it for her.”

John B nodded, his respect for Rafe growing. “That’s big of you,” he said.

Rafe didn’t respond, his focus fixed on a box of photo frames.

He knew what it would mean to keep quiet—to watch from the sidelines as you fell deeper into someone else’s arms. But no matter how much it hurt, he wasn’t going to risk your happiness. If things didn’t work out with JJ, Rafe would be there to pick up the pieces. And if they did, he’d swallow his pain and smile for you—even if it killed him inside.

Because to Rafe, your happiness was worth more than his own.

John B and Sarah called it a day around 6 p.m., leaving just you and Rafe on the balcony. The sun was still hanging low in the summer sky, casting everything in a warm, golden light. The air was soft and salty, carrying the gentle crash of waves from the shore below. You and Rafe cracked jokes and laughed, sipping cold beers as the hours melted into one another.

Rafe’s smile seemed effortless, and you relished seeing him that way. What you didn’t notice was the way his gaze lingered on you when you weren’t looking—admiring the way your sun-kissed skin glowed and the way your beachy waves fell perfectly over your shoulders. It felt peaceful, like nothing could disturb the calm of the moment.

Until your phone buzzed.

You glanced at the screen, and a wide smile stretched across your face. Rafe noticed instantly, his heart sinking as he already knew who it was.

“Hey, uh, JJ wants to pick me up,” you said, your tone light. “Is it okay if I leave my car here for now?”

Rafe’s smile faltered, replaced by a frown he couldn’t hide.

“Are you okay?” you asked, your brow furrowing with concern.

“Yeah, it’s cool,” he muttered, his voice clipped and cold as he took another swig of beer.

“Rafe… is something wrong?” you pressed, sensing the shift in his mood.

“Nope,” he said flatly, standing abruptly and heading inside.

You scoffed, setting your beer down as you followed after him. “Something is obviously wrong, Rafe,” you said, your voice firm but confused. “I’ve seen it in your eyes these past few days. Just tell me what’s going on!”

Rafe stopped, his jaw tight as he struggled to keep his emotions in check. “Just go, Y/N. Get out,” he snapped, his voice sharp enough to cut through the air between you.

You froze, stunned. Rafe had never spoken to you like this before. Tears pricked your eyes as you processed his words. For a moment, you wanted to yell back, to demand an explanation, but the lump in your throat made it impossible.

“I’ll get out,” you whispered, grabbing your bag with trembling hands. You texted JJ to meet at his house instead, desperate to get far away from Rafe.

Rafe watched from the window as your car disappeared down the road. The weight of regret settled over him. He clenched his fists, hating himself for lashing out at you. You didn’t deserve that. Not even close.

In an attempt to dull the pain, he grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet and locked himself in his room, determined to drink away the ache in his chest.

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