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Y/N steps into the room, eyes wide with amusement.
“Wow.” She breathes, half in awe, half in disbelief as Rafe glances around and scratches the back of his head, unsure.
“Not gonna lie…this kinda looks like the set of a low-budget porn shoot.” He says.
“Dude!” Y/N groans, swatting his chest. He catches her wrist, tugging her closer, eyebrow raised.
“‘Dude’? That's what we’re doing now?” He smirks.
“Yeah. Like...don’t ruin this.” She exhales, feigning exasperation.
“I won’t.” He says, pulling her flush against him. “Promise.” He presses a gentle kiss on her cheek before strolling over to the bed, placing their water bottles down, beside it. His gaze travels to the fluffy blanket and scattered rose petals.
Meanwhile, Y/N lets her curiosity get the better of her and opens one of the drawers on the bottom of the bed.
A gasp escapes her lips.
“Oh my god.”
She pulls out a whip and a pair of handcuffs, eyes wide.
Rafe bursts out laughing, raising a brow suggestively.
“Wipe that look off your face." She says, cheeks flushed as she tosses the items back in and shuts the drawer.
“Hey, don’t blame me." He grins, raising his hands in surrender. Rafe drops onto the bed and propping himself up against the pillows, while watching her wander around the room.
She keeps exploring, eventually making her way to the door on the side of the room. When she opens it, her jaw drops.
“Holy shit, Rafe!” She calls.
“What?” He lifts his head.
“There’s a hot tub!” She announces.
He chuckles and gets up to see for himself. But when he looks over her shoulder, his attention barely registers the hot tub, he is far more focused on her beaming face.
“That’s awesome.” He mutters, barely looking away from her.
She turns to look up at him and grins, as his hand naturally finds its way around her waist.
“We can use it later, if you want.” He suggests.
She shrugs playfully, looping her arms around his shoulders.
“We’ll see where the night takes us.” She replies, her eyes twinkling.
He leans in slowly to kiss her softly, just once, before nodding toward the bed and heading back to it. He presses his hands into the mattress, testing it. He sits down, bouncing on it, just as she glances down at her silk robe.
After a brief moment of hesitation, she nods to herself and undoes the silk bow at her waist. The robe slips from her shoulders, falling away to reveal a red lace lingerie set with delicate lace details.
Rafe’s eyes trail over her, his mouth parting. He shifts on the bed, lifting his hips to adjust himself.
“Fuck." He breathes. “You’re always gorgeous but...damn.”
She laughs nervously.
“You really mean that?” She asks, her fingers brushing over the lace.
“Of course I do.” He nods, his gaze stuck on her.
Encouraged by his words, she walks to the bed and crawls over him. His hands instinctively find her waist, grounding them both.
“Hi." She whispers.
“Hey." He replies, voice thick. His eyes search her face, fingers brushing lightly over the lace beneath her chest. He groans as she settles on his lap.
“You’re killing me” He mumbles.
“I can’t believe we’re finally alone.” She murmurs.
“Feels surreal, huh?” He asks as she hums in agreement and he tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.
Then, his expression softens.
“You know...” He starts, voice gentler now. “I got really worried last night.”
“Why?” She asks, her brows pinching together.
He sighs.
“It’s stupid but...when you pulled away, I started thinking that maybe…maybe you weren’t feeling the same way. That you weren't into this, into me, the way I am into you”
“Rafe…” Her heart clenches and her shoulders slump.
“I know, I know. It sounds dumb.” Rafe mutters, eyes flicking away from hers. “I just got scared. That maybe I’d misread everything. That I made you uncomfortable. That I went too far, when you pulled back.”
“You didn’t.” She says softly, shaking her head. “You stopped when I asked you to. Immediately.”
“I know.” He repeats, his voice low. “But in that moment, I didn’t know what to think. My head was all over the place.”
She exhales, watching him.
“This isn’t the first time you’ve doubted how I feel about you.” Her voice is gentle, not accusing. His eyes flick up, a flicker of recognition passing between them.
“Remember the staircase? You said the same thing back then. And I thought…I really thought I reassured you. That I showed you how I feel. That I made it clear.”
“No, no, you did, Y/N.” He rushes to say, his voice tight. “You have. I know you care. It’s just…everything in here feels amplified, like it's all moving at a hundred miles an hour. And I’m not saying I’d change any of it. Being with you, all the moments we've shared, the stuff we’ve already been through, it’s been…intense. And good. And real. And I just-” He cuts himself off, jaw tightening. “I’ve never felt something this fast, this strong. And I don’t even know how to put it into words.”
Her heart swells at the vulnerability in his voice, the way he’s trying to make sense of something that doesn’t need perfect explanation. She leans in, gaze soft.
“Then don’t.” She whispers, lips barely brushing his.
“Y/N-”
“I’m ready.” She whispers, voice trembling slightly. “To do m-more. Tonight.”
He freezes.
“Y/N, I didn’t say that to pressure you into anything. We can take it slow. We can just talk or just cuddle. I've told you I'm okay with that.” He shakes his head.
“I know." She says gently. “But I want this. I want you.”
His hands tighten slightly on her waist and he groans, struggling to keep control.
“Fuck. Are-are you sure?” He asks.
She nods, but he doesn't move. Not yet.
“I need you to say it." He pleads. “Say you want this. Say...say you want me.”
She smiles, arms curling around the back of his neck.
“I want this. I want you, Rafael Alexander Cameron.”
He snorts.
“Full name? Seriously?” He asks and she giggles, before their lips meet again, deeper this time, slower, more deliberate. His hands slide up her back, pulling her in until their bodies press together. He kisses down her neck gently.
“I want you to take the lead.” He murmurs. “Tell me what you want, how far you want to go. Okay?”
She nods, already breathless.
“Words, baby.” His mouth finds the pulse point of her neck.
“Yes." She whispers. “I'll tell you.”
“Good girl.” He murmurs, voice low and teasing. Her body shivers in response.
"Oh, you liked that, didn't you?” He teases, his lips warm against her skin.
“Don’t-Don't even start.” She warns, blushing.
But his grin only widens as he leans in to kiss and suck gently at the sensitive spot on her neck, pulling a soft moan from her lips.
“You’re so damn responsive.” He whispers.
“And you’re really into dirty talk, huh?” She shoots back, biting back a grin.
He chuckles against her neck.
“We learn something new about each other every day. Cute.”
She lets out a breathless laugh, eyes sparkling and for a moment, everything feels easy, warm and exactly where it’s meant to be.
Soon enough, his lips return to hers, slower this time, more deliberate. There's no rush, just the steady press of his mouth against hers as if he's savoring the moment, committing the shape of her lips to memory. His tongue brushes against hers, teasing, tasting, exploring with aching patience. When he finally pulls back, his teeth graze her bottom lip and he lingers there for a breath.
“Fuck, I can’t get enough of kissing you.” He murmurs, breathless. She hums in response, already leaning in for another kiss, softer now. Her hips shift instinctively in his lap, the movement subtle but it draws a gasp from him.
“We should…” She mumbles between kisses. “Get under the covers.”
He nods quickly, reluctantly pulling back to give her space. She climbs off his lap and together, they toss the decorative pillows aside. Once under the blanket, he lifts the edge for her to join and she curls into his side, her body molding with his. Her palm rises to gently cup his jaw. His muscles tense under her touch, his eyes fluttering closed.
“Relax, Rafe.” She says, her voice soft like silk.
“I can’t relax when you’re doing all that.” He groans, dropping his head back into the pillow as she laughs.
“I’m literally not doing anything.”
“No, you know exactly what you’re doing.” He cracks a grin.
His gaze drops down to her flushed cheeks and the way the lingerie clings to her skin.
“Fuck, you…” He mutters under his breath.
His hand slides down her side, settling on her hip. She draws in a breath as he leans down, hovering over her and catching her lips again.
This kiss is heavier, messier and when their hips meet, the heat between them spikes. She gasps softly, feeling how hard he is, pressing against her thigh.
“Sorry." He mumbles, pulling back.
But she shakes her head and pulls him back down. Their mouths meet again and she parts her legs, inviting him closer. He follows, fitting between them easily, his arms circling her waist. Her fingers trace his spine, her nails light but enough to make his breath catch. When his hips press into hers without meaning to, she whimpers into the kiss. His own moan escapes before he can stop it.
He pulls back, only to start kissing down her jaw, her neck and finally her collarbone. That’s when the lights shut off.
“Shit." He mutters, lips still brushing her skin. “I wanted to see you.”
She smiles faintly as his hand brushes against the strap of her bra.
“Can I…?” He asks, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Actually…” She hesitates. “Is it okay if it stays on?”
He looks at her and immediately nods.
“Of course, sweetheart.” He replies and backs off, giving her space, his hand leaving the strap. “And if you want me to stop-”
“I don’t." She says quickly. “I just…don’t want to take it off. Not right now.”
“Got it.” He nods, gentle now. “Want me to keep going?”
“Yeah." She nods, voice barely above a whisper. "And...you-you can go lower.”
His eyes flick to hers, searching. When she nods again, he bends to press soft kisses down her neck and the top of her breasts. He moves slowly, letting his lips linger on her skin. Her nipples are hard beneath the lace and he gently presses his mouth against them through the bra, drawing a soft moan from her.
“Mmm, Rafe.” She breathes, eyes fluttering.
He looks up with a proud smirk. Watching her come undone beneath him, the way her breath catches, the way her skin reacts to every touch, it’s enough to drive him wild.
One hand glides down her body, tracing the edge of her lace underwear. She gasps and he looks up at her again.
“What do you want me to do?” He asks, thumb slipping under the waistband.
“I…” She swallows, blinking up at him with heavy eyes. “I want you to touch me.”
“Touch you where?” He teases, smirking.
“Rafe.” She groans, laughing despite herself.
"You sure?” He brushes a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Oh my god, ask me one more time and I’m sleeping in the pool.” She glares playfully, while he chuckles and kisses her softly.
“Just making sure this is what you want, Y/N. I don’t want to mess this up.” He confesses.
“For the millionth time.” She whispers, smiling. “I want this.”
He exhales, relieved and slides his hand lower. When his fingers slip beneath the red lace and brush against her, she jolts.
“You have no idea how much I want to do this.” He murmurs, kissing her lips as his fingers move gently, caressing her folds. He teases her gently, tracing her clit in slow circles that make her whimper and gasp.
“You’re so wet.” He whispers in her ear and she arches into him, seeking more. He lets one finger slide in, slowly, watching her face. Then another. She clenches around him, tight and warm.
“You’re tight.” He breathes. “Breathe, baby. I got you.”
He kisses her jaw, cheek and temple. Her body slowly unwinds beneath him and he begins to move, slow and careful, but expertly.
“You’re…really good at that.” She pants.
“I’ve barely even started.” He grins.
He curls his fingers, increasing the rhythm as his thumb continues its slow circles on her clit, coaxing sounds from her. Her face twists with pleasure and he watches every second, utterly entranced as he drinks in every moan and every twitch of her body.
“God.” He groans. “You’re stunning.”
“Rafe.” She moans, eyes closing.
“You like that?” He asks, voice low.
She nods quickly, her back arching.
Then, without warning, he pulls his hand away and she lets out a confused whine. Before she can say anything, he brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean. She stares at him, shocked, turned on and breathless all at once.
“You taste so good.” He mutters, voice rough, leaning in. “Can I…? Do you want me to-?”
He gestures downward and she gulps nervously before nodding.
“You can say no. It’s okay.” He assures her, reading the flicker in her eyes.
“No, I want to.” She says softly. “It’s just…been a while.”
“I’ll go slow.” He promises. “Let me take care of you, yeah?”
When she nods again, he kisses her once tenderly, before sliding down her body, lips brushing her jaw, her neck and her stomach, until he reaches the hem of her underwear and pulls it down. She helps him, lifting her hips and he pauses to take her in. His eyes darken.
“Fucking beautiful.” He murmurs, then leans in and kisses her clit gently.
She gasps, clutching the sheets as he kisses her again, then licks a slow stripe through her folds. Her head falls back, a moan slipping from her lips. He takes his time, tasting her like she's his last meal. His fingers find her again, slipping inside as his tongue swirls around her clit.
Her thighs tremble around his head, but he holds them open, anchoring her to the bed. When her hand finds his buzzed hair, pulling him closer, he groans into her.
“Ray, I-” She starts, cutting herself off with a whimper.
He lifts his head just slightly, his lips glimmering from her slick.
“Let it out, baby. I wanna hear you.”
A soft cry escapes her lips.
“You’re close, huh? I can feel you. Come on, baby.” He urges, curling his fingers deeper, his mouth returning to her.
Tongue and fingers working in perfect tandem, slow and purposeful and his name falls from her lips like a prayer.
Her nails dig into his scalp and shoulders, but he doesn’t stop, if anything, it drives him harder. His own hips rut against the mattress beneath him, needing relief but focused entirely on her.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She gasps. “Rafe!”
Her whole body trembles, her thighs tightening around his head and he doesn’t stop or pull back until she fully lets go. He doesn’t waste a drop, licking her clean until she squirms from the overstimulation.
Finally, he rises, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and crawling back up beside her. He’s grinning, eyes scanning her flushed face, her glistening skin, the way her chest still heaves.
“You okay? You feel good?” He brushes the hair away from her forehead and cups her face gently.
She nods, eyes still dazed.
“Yeah. Yeah. That was…” She lets out a breath, smiling. “You definitely know what you’re doing.”
He chuckles softly and presses a kiss to her cheek. Shifting his hips slightly to get comfortable, he settles beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. She looks up at him, fingers lazily dragging down his chest and he swallows hard under her touch.
She leans in, kissing him gently. Her fingers toy with the chain around his neck letting the gold glide between her fingers, while his hand finds her hip and gives it a soft squeeze, grounding himself. Then she starts kissing down his chest and his stomach, until she’s settled between his legs.
“Y/N-” his voice breaks slightly as her fingers hook into the waistband of his sweatpants. “No, hey…you don’t have to.”
“I want to, Rafe.” She says, her voice calm, certain. “I’m not gonna leave you like that.” Her eyes flick down to the clear evidence of how worked up he is.
“I can handle it.” He says, trying to pull her back up. “You don’t have to take care of me.”
She looks up at him, eyes wide and sincere.
“Let me, Ray.” The nickname does something to him and he groans, already giving in.
She eases his sweatpants down and he lifts his hips to help her. Through his boxers, she palms him gently, feeling the damp spot where precum soaks through. He hisses, head tipping back against the headboard as her hand moves slowly, deliberately.
Her nails catch on the waistband of his boxers.
“Can I…?” She asks sweetly.
He nods, fast and eager, almost dizzy. She smiles softly and pulls them down. His cock springs free, already leaking at the tip, slapping lightly against his stomach and he lets out a breath of relief just from the relief of no longer being confined.
She blinks, slightly wide-eyed. Her lips part and for a second, she doesn’t say anything.
“I know, it’s a lot.” He rushes out. “You don’t have to do anything, seriously. I’m okay.”
She shakes her head, eyes snapping back up to his.
“No, it’s not that.” She licks her lips. “I want to. I just wasn’t...expecting that.” Her brows lift. “You’re…big.”
He laughs and gives her a sheepish shrug.
“Oh, don’t do that.” She grins. “God, I forgot about your ego.”
“I didn’t even say anything.” He protests, hands raised in mock surrender.
Still smiling, she shakes her head and leans closer, her hand wrapping gently around him. He jerks slightly at the contact.
“Relax.” She whispers.
Her thumb brushes over the sensitive head, smearing the precum down his shaft before starting to stroke him slowly. The tension in his shoulders rises and his jaw clenches, like he’s doing everything he can to stay grounded.
“I’m not gonna last long.” He warns, his voice strained. “Not with you touching me like that.”
Her pace stays gentle, steady enough to make him tremble, to leave him gasping, but not quite enough to push him over. She leans down and kisses the tip, so tender it makes him flinch.
“Shit.” He whispers, every muscle in his body coiled.
She runs her tongue softly along the underside, then looks up at him one more time, checking in without needing words, before she takes him into her mouth.
He groans the second she does, head tipping back again. His eyes flutter closed, one hand tangling in her hair.
“Oh my god, Y/N.”
She moves slowly at first, letting herself adjust, her hand stroking what her mouth can’t reach. She glances up through her lashes, eyes slightly watering, cheeks hollowing and her free hand gripping his thigh for balance. He looks down at her and he feels like he is about to fall apart.
“Fuck.” He breathes, completely undone. “You look so good like this.”
She picks up the pace, one hand moving lower to cup and fondle his balls while her mouth works him expertly. His moans grow louder, more ragged. It doesn’t take long before his grip on her hair tightens to pull her off.
“Y/N-I’m-”
But she doesn’t stop.
He groans her name one last time, before he comes with a gasp and she takes all of it, swallowing without hesitation, soothing him with slow touches until he's spent. His body trembles as he melts into the bed, chest heaving.
She pulls back, wipes her mouth and curls up beside him, her nails gently trailing along his chest.
“You okay?” She asks, her voice quiet. He nods, still trying to catch his breath.
“Did you…I mean, did you enjoy-?” “Fuck yes.” He cuts her off, voice still hoarse. She laughs, clearly pleased with herself.
She rests her head on his chest, looking up at him. His arm wraps around her instinctively, fingers stroking her back. He feels her gaze on him and turns his head.
“What?” He asks, brows furrowing. “What’s that look?”
“Nothing.” She says, her voice soft. “You’re just…so beautiful.”
“Careful. You’re gonna make me blush.” He grins.
“I’m serious.” She murmurs. “I still can’t believe I’m here with you.”
“Yeah, I can’t either.” He says, leaning in to kiss her.
“No, I don’t mean the Hideaway.” She explains.
“I know.” He nods, meeting her gaze. “I know what you mean.”
Some time has passed. They’ve both cleaned up, now back in their undergarments. Y/N’s curled up on Rafe’s side, tucked beneath his arm with the hoodie he had given her, hanging loosely off her frame. He didn’t bother putting his sweats back on, just a pair of fresh boxers. Her head rests on his chest, fingers drawing lazy shapes over his torso, tracing the dips and ridges like she’s memorizing them.
“Do you have any kinks?” She blurts, casually making Rafe snort, caught off guard.
“Jesus, Y/N. Let a man breathe.” He mutters.
She grins, giggling into his chest.
“Come on! I already found out you like dirty talk.” She points out.
“Alright, how about what do you think I’m into?” He asks, glancing down at her, amused.
She hums like she’s thinking seriously, tapping a finger against his abs.
“You definitely give…handcuffs and blindfolds kind of guy.”
“Oh yeah?” He asks, that familiar smirk tugging at his lips.
“Your eyes did light up when I showed you the cuffs earlier.”
“Okay, fair. I’ve dabbled.” He chuckles, scratching the back of his neck like he’s been caught.
“I think you’re into spanking, too.” She mutters, her fingers now trailing lower, more deliberate. Rafe’s abs twitch under her touch.
“Occasionally.” He admits, playing it cool.
“And…” She adds, voice a bit softer now. “I think you like choking.”
There’s a beat. Then, he nods, slower this time.
“I do. But only if the other person’s into it too.”
She nods.
“What about me?” She asks after a moment, peeking up at him through her lashes. “What do you think I’m into?”
“You like praise.” He says, without hesitation. His hand traces the freckles on her shoulder. “You basically melted when I called you a good girl.”
Her cheeks warm instantly. She bites her lip and glances down at the oversized sleeve covering her hand.
“Maybe.”
“I think you like being choked too.” He guesses, leaning in. She doesn’t say anything, just meets his eyes and that’s all the confirmation he needs. “But I think I should stop talking, because our families are definitely watching.”
Y/N bursts out laughing.
“I warned mine not to watch anything that had to do with the Hideaway.”
“Well, my little sister definitely is.” He grins.
“Wait, you have a sister? You never told me that.” She tilts her head.
“Yeah. Wheezie.”
“Wheezie?” She furrows her brows.
“Louisa. My mom used to call her Wheezie and it kind of got stuck.” He says, a fond look flickering over his face as he stares at their now joined hands.
“That’s cute.” She murmurs. “Do you guys look alike?”
“Not really. She looks more like my dad, I think. Got our mom’s eyes though.”
“And you?” She asks, her voice gentle. “Who do you look like?”
“My mom. She was…blondish. Had the same nose slope as me.” He touches the bridge of his nose, smile turning soft. A little sad.
Y/N hesitates.
“I don’t want to overstep, but-”
“She’s gone.” He says it quickly, quietly. “Happened when I was twelve.”
“Rafe…” She breathes, her hand instinctively tightening where it rests on his chest.
“It’s okay.” He swallows. “I’ve dealt with it.”
“Grief isn’t something you just…deal with and move on from.” She shakes her head slightly.
“I’m okay.” He shrugs.
“It’s okay if you’re not.”
“Thanks. I just…I don’t want to get into it.” He exhales, suddenly still.
“Okay. We’ll drop it.” Y/N slowly pulls back, giving him space.
He nods, grateful. But there’s still a tension in his jaw.
“I just-I want you to know I’m here. If you ever…you know.”
“I know.” He replies, rubbing his eyes like he’s suddenly exhausted. He exhales, then shifts his body slightly, almost like he’s trying to physically shake the weight off.
“You ready for bed?” She asks, her voice still gentle.
“I didn’t mean to kill the vibe.” He gives a small smile. “It’s just…stuff like that gets heavy sometimes.”
“I understand. You don’t owe me any explanations.” She inhales slowly. “And you didn’t ruin anything. I shouldn’t have asked.”
“No, it’s not your fault.” He pauses, then shifts the energy with a small smile. “So…kinks?”
She lets out a quiet laugh.
“You were right.” She mumbles.
“Really?” He raises his brows.
She nods and intertwines her fingers with his again, lips curving up.
“You know, I’m glad the others chose us tonight.” She whispers, sincere.
“Yeah. Me too.” He smiles back, this time with no teasing behind it. His hand slides over her shoulder and down her back in slow, comforting strokes. Her head gets heavier on his chest, lashes fluttering closed.
“Did I tire you out?” He teases, his voice low.
“You did.” She murmurs.
He presses a kiss to her forehead, lingering.
“Rafe?”
“Yeah?”
“Just so you know, I do like you and I do care about you.” She murmurs, her eyes closed.
The truth of it sinks in, quiet and sure, like something he’s been waiting to hear.
“I know.” He says, his voice almost shy. “Goodnight, sweetheart.”
“Goodnight, Ray.” She mumbles, already half-asleep.
And he watches her for a little longer, letting the quiet wrap around them, before finally letting sleep take him too.
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The girls are huddled on a bench, buzzing with excitement. Across from them, the boys stand in a line, blindfolded and wearing headphones. Maddy stands by a giant whiteboard with everyone's names, holding a heart-shaped board covered in notes.
“Alright, ladies.” Maddy grins, slipping into full presenter mode. “How are we feeling about this kissing challenge?”
Laughter and cheers erupt from the bench. Maddy smirks.
“Ready to kiss some boys?” She teases. The girls erupt again, hollering in agreement as Maddy glances at her board.
“Okay, first up is Kiara!”
Kiara stands, smoothing her dress.
“Wish me luck.” She quips and the girls give her a playful shove toward the lineup.
She starts with JJ. Their kiss is intense, deep. Then she moves down the line: Ryan, Topper, Kelce, Rafe, John B and finally, Pope. That one’s gentler, a little awkward, but still sweet. She gives him another soft peck before heading back to the bench, her cheeks flushed.
The boys take off their headphones as the music cuts.
“So, boys.” Maddy asks. “Thoughts on our first girl?”
“Good kiss.” Pope says, grinning. Kiara shakes her head with a laugh.
“Pretty solid start.” JJ agrees.
Maddy records their ratings and Kiara scores 53 points. She does a little shoulder shimmy, proud of the result.
“Cleo, you’re up!” Maddy calls, as soon as the boys put their headphones back on
Cleo's approach is slower, more thoughtful. Her kisses are softer, lingering a bit longer on new guy, Ryan and Pope. With Pope, there's something deeper. His hands drift up her sides and when they separate, his lips are slightly swollen and shimmering with her Fenty gloss.
Cleo earns 55 points. She flashes Kiara a cheeky middle finger making Kiara laugh.
Next is Sarah. Her kisses are sensual, soft but confident.
“I think I’m getting turned on.” Y/N mutters, fanning herself as Sarah kisses Ryan.
When she gets to John B, her arms loop around his shoulders. He instinctively wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her close. Their kiss deepens and she giggles mid-way before moving to his neck, trailing up to his ear with a slow lick and a playful bite. John B gasps in response and the girls erupt in squeals. Sarah walks back with 63 points.
Then comes Alyssa. She lingers on Topper, but it’s clear her moment is with Rafe. She turns to the girls with a smirk.
“I never got my chance with him so…sorry, Y/N.” She says, before tugging Rafe down into a kiss.
Y/N rolls her eyes, watching closely. The kiss is messy, desperate but Rafe doesn’t lean in. His hands stay crossed behind his back. When it’s over, he wipes his mouth and Cleo elbows Y/N, wide-eyed.
Alyssa scores the lowest, even with Topper’s generous 10. She scowls as she returns to the bench.
Confessional - Alyssa
She stares at the camera, fully offended.
“I got a 52? Are you kidding me?” She scoffs, arms crossed.
Now it’s Maddy’s turn. The girls cheer as she heads to the boys with purpose. Her kisses are slow and deliberate, especially with Kelce. His hands grip her ass as her dress rides up slightly. They kiss longer than anyone else so far and when she pulls back, her cheeks are flushed.
Maddy earns 60 points. Not a win, but close enough to be proud.
Then, Abigail dives in with pure excitement, making the most of every kiss. She scores 53 points and returns to the bench beaming, not worried about the score.
Last but definitely not least, Y/N rises from the bench and walks slowly toward the lineup of blindfolded boys. She starts with JJ. Their kiss begins soft, but he wastes no time making it messier. His hands grip her waist while her nails trail across his abs, exposed beneath his open shirt.
Next is Ryan. She surprises him by pulling him down to her height, confidently guiding his hands to her ass while cupping his face. Their kiss is slow, sensual and charged. Ryan melts into it, drawing her in closer.
“Oh my god.” Maddy breathes, watching with wide eyes as the rest of the girls exchange stunned looks.
Y/N pulls away with a smirk and moves on to Topper. Their kiss is more tentative as he fumbles with his hands, unsure of where to place them. But Y/N holds her ground and kisses him gently, keeping the moment light.
She approaches Kelce, bracing herself for discomfort, but it never comes. The kiss is unexpectedly sweet, stirring up old memories and forgotten wounds. When she pulls away, she pats his cheek twice, almost fondly, before stepping toward Rafe.
She stops in front of him, pausing to take him in. His head bobs lightly to the beat in his headphones, arms still crossed behind his back like they’ve been for every kiss, so far. His polo clings to his chest, the stubble on his jaw making her knees wobble.
She closes the distance, fingers grazing his chest, then his neck, before cradling his face. Her lips meet his softly at first, but the moment they connect, his hands drop to her waist, pulling her in. The kiss deepens. He groans low in his throat, his grip tightening on her ass, not rough, but firm enough to leave a mark in her memory.
She pulls back to breathe, then kisses down his neck, slowly, deliberately. He tightens his grip on her hips, pressing her against him.
“Y/N…” He whispers. Though he can’t see her, she looks up at him anyway, then leans in again. This time the kiss is shorter, but just as intense. So much that it leaves her dizzy and him breathless. Before walking away, she bites his bottom lip gently, drawing another groan. The girls laugh from the bench as Rafe exhales sharply and bends slightly, adjusting his pants, clearly flustered.
Confessional - Y/N
She nods slowly, her voice soft.
“The kiss with Rafe…yeah, it was steamy.” Her eyes drift slightly, a dazed look in them.
“And he…he said my name.” A pause. “He’s still not forgiven, though.”
Still catching her breath, Y/N kisses John B. It’s soft, sweet and brief. She knows nothing else could measure up after Rafe.
Finally, she reaches Pope. Their kiss is warm, unhurried. When she pulls back, she’s smiling and so is he.
Y/N returns to the bench just as the music cuts and the boys remove their headphones, but not their blindfolds.
“Boys.” Maddy announces. “That was our seventh and final girl. Thoughts?”
“Hell.” Rafe mutters, drawing chuckles from the girls. Maddy raises an eyebrow.
“Well, Rafe, it seemed like you got a little more...engaged during that round. Any notes? Comments?”
Y/N rolls her eyes as Maddy looks at her knowingly. She reapplies her lip gloss, trying not to smirk. Rafe shakes his head.
“No notes. Just…she’s a fucking amazing kisser.” Down the line, Ryan nods, clearly agreeing. Sarah elbows Y/N.
“You seem confident.” Maddy teases. “Think you know who you were kissing?”
“I don’t think.” Rafe says. “I know.”
Confessional - Rafe
“When her lips touched mine…I knew. That’s it. I just knew.” He looks dead serious, like he’s just had a revelation.
Maddy turns back to her chalkboard.
“Alright, time for the ratings. JJ?”
“Solid kiss.” JJ replies. “The nail thing? Hot. I’ll give her an 8.”
Maddy scribbles it down.
“Ryan, you seemed to be enjoying yourself…”
Ryan nods, glancing toward where he thinks Y/N might be.
“Yeah, she definitely knew what she was doing. I liked how she took control, put my hands where she wanted.”
Rafe scoffs.
“It’s a 10 from me.” Ryan adds. The girls react with surprise. Even Y/N raises an eyebrow. Maddy clears her throat theatrically.
“Would you kiss her again?” She asks, glancing at Y/N.
“No hesitation.” Ryan says with a grin. Rafe shifts, jaw clenched, clearly irritated.
“Topper?”
“A little awkward, probably my fault.” He admits. “And considering Rafe ‘knows’ who it was, I’d rather not get my ass beat, so…6.”
The girls laugh and Y/N grins, unfazed.
“Good man.” Rafe mutters approvingly.
“Kelce?”
Kelce scratches the back of his neck.
“I had my suspicions before, but Rafe confirmed them. Great kiss. No hard feelings. I’ll give it a 9.”
Y/N gives him a grateful smile as Maddy turns to Rafe.
“Okay, Ra-” “10.” Rafe cuts her off, arms crossed, smirking. Maddy blinks but jots it down.
With John B and Pope’s ratings added, Y/N earns 61 points, which confirms Sarah's win. The girls cheer for the final scores as the boys remove their blindfolds and crowd around the board.
Rafe’s eyes find Y/N immediately, lingering on her flushed cheeks and glossed lips.
Now it’s the girls’ turn, as they line up with playful grins and nervous giggles, slipping on their headphones and adjusting their blindfolds while the boys take their seats on the bench. Kelce stands front and center, holding the heart-shaped board filled with notes.
“Alright, first up is John B!” He announces, earning cheers as John B rises.
John B moves down the line smoothly, planting soft kisses with ease. He lingers a little longer on Sarah, wrapping her up in his arms, making her giggle into his chest. It’s sweet, familiar. He returns to the bench with 53 points, shrugging nonchalantly.
Topper is next and things immediately get awkward. He’s all elbows and bad timing. Pulling Maddy a little too hard, landing a kiss on Kiara’s nose and going way too intense with Y/N.
“I am really, really sorry for this.” Y/N says, readjusting her blindfold, her tone apologetic but honest. “It just wasn’t my speed. I’m gonna have to give it a 6.”
Topper returns to the bench with 50 points as the guys try to lift his spirits.
Kelce’s turn brings a wave of energy. He’s charming, deliberate, taking his time with each girl. Deep kisses, roving hands, a confident swagger and he racks up an impressive 65 points, leaving everyone cheering in surprise.
Pope follows, more tender and precise. His soft touch earns him a ‘10’ from Cleo, boosting him to a solid 58 points.
And then, it’s Rafe. He stands slowly, his jaw tight, but eyes scanning the lineup until they land on her.
She doesn’t know he’s watching, of course. Her head’s tilted slightly to the beat of the music in her ears, her weight shifting from foot to foot. Her hands tucked into her back pockets. And those jeans hugging her figure just right.
He starts with Cleo, a soft kiss and steady hands. Then Maddy, with a light grip around the waist. Alyssa, Kiara, Abigail, Sarah, each kiss deliberate, measured. But they’re just stepping stones. Because then, he’s in front of her.
And something shifts.
He doesn’t hesitate. His hands find her waist and pull her toward him in one swift motion, surprising her. Her breath catches as her fingers instinctively clutch his shirt. The scent of his cologne, familiar yet dangerous, wraps around her like a second skin. She doesn’t know it’s him, but her body remembers.
He cups her face gently, his lips brushing hers, tender at first before deepening the kiss with purpose. His tongue slips past her lips, drawing a breathy sound from her throat. One hand moves to the nape of her neck, holding her in place, while the other slides down, gripping her thighs and lifting her up effortlessly. She gasps as her legs wrap around his waist. His hand grips her ass firmly, massaging the flesh and she lets out a sound she doesn’t even recognize.
His lips find her neck. A kiss. Then a bite. She grips his shoulders hard, nails digging into his skin and he hisses in delight. He kisses her again, hungrier now, messier. Her lip gloss smears onto his lips as her head tilts to chase more.
When he finally pulls back, it’s not to catch his breath but to admire her. Lips swollen. Hair tousled. Cheeks flushed. Two faint marks on her neck.
He knows she’s going to kill him for that. And he also knows he doesn’t care.
He sets her down gently, presses one last squeeze to her ass and walks back without a word. The boys erupt in laughter and high fives and he accepts them all with a smug smile, casually wiping her lip gloss from his mouth with the back of his hand.
Confessional - Rafe
“I particularly enjoyed the kiss with Y/N.” He says, dragging out the words. “No surprise there.” He smirks.
The girls remove their headphones just as Kelce speaks up.
“Girls, what did you think of boy number five?”
“It was nice.” Maddy smiles.
“Very sweet. And very respectful too.” Abigail adds. But Y/N tilts her head, still blindfolded, brows furrowed.
“Y/N, you’re making a face.” Kelce notes.
“I…I think I got some type of different treatment with this one?” She says, laughing awkwardly, touching her flushed cheeks.
“Good different?” Maddy asks and Y/N doesn’t hesitate.
“No, yeah. Definitely good.”
Topper’s laughing, practically shaking Rafe beside him. Rafe just leans back with a smug grin.
“Alright, ladies, time to rate the guy.” Kelce says. The scores go around until it’s Y/N’s turn. Everyone watches.
“I’m probably gonna regret this later when he rubs it in my face.” She begins, sighing. “But…I’d give that kiss a 10.”
Topper cheers, the girls burst into laughter and Rafe just sits there smirking, glitter still shining on his lips proudly.
Y/N is still breathless. But not from the kiss. But from knowing exactly who it was because no one else ever made her feel like that.
JJ is next, springing up from the bench with a grin and ripping off his shirt, earning cheers and laughter from the boys. His score isn't quite what he hoped for, but he shrugs it off with a smirk as he returns to his seat.
“At least I beat JB.” He jokes, making John B chuckle. He plops down on the bench as the final boy stands.
Ryan steps forward, making his way toward the girls with smooth confidence. He works down the line with soft kisses and warm touches, a playful charm in every step. But when he reaches the last girl, his pace changes. There’s a flicker of excitement as he crouches down, his hands gently cupping Y/N’s face. Her lips part slightly at the contact and instinctively, he wets his own before leaning in.
His kiss is nothing like Rafe’s. There’s no rush, no urgency. It’s slow and tender, his lips moving carefully against hers, tongue just teasing enough to leave her wanting more. His hands rest lightly on her waist, fingers squeezing her hips with gentle intent. When he finally pulls away, she’s breathless, leaning in again like she might follow him.
Confessional - Ryan
“Y/N…she’s addictive. Like, once you get a taste? Good luck walking away.” He bites his lip.
From the bench, Rafe watches, jaw tight, every nerve in his body screaming to look away but he doesn’t. He can’t. He sees her response and it knots something inside him.
Ryan straightens and returns to his seat as the girls begin removing their headphones.
“Last boy, ladies, what’s the verdict?” Kelce grins, glancing at the board before turning back.
“It was cute.” Sarah says casually.
“Unexpected.” Y/N murmurs under her breath.
“Sorry, didn’t catch that.” Kelce pipes up. “Care to repeat that for the group, Y/N?”
She hesitates.
“I...I said it was unexpected.”
Rafe’s eyes flick to her, a quiet question in his gaze. Cleo raises a brow, half amused.
“Girl, don’t talk in riddles. Was it good or bad unexpected?” She asks, getting impatient. Y/N lets out a small laugh with the others.
“It was good.” She licks her lips, fidgeting with her ring. “Really good.”
Kelce looks away from the notes in his hand.
“And why exactly was it unexpected?”
“I’m not sure.” She says, softly. “It just…it surprised me. It was a nice kiss.” She exhales. “Can we just move to the rating?”
Kelce nods and asks Cleo to start. One by one, the girls give their scores, until it’s Y/N’s turn.
“So, Y/N.” Kelce prompts, marker in hand. “What’s it gonna be?”
“It was a nice kiss. Sweet. Soft. More my pace, I guess.” She swallows. “I’d give it a…10.”
The boys erupt in cheers around Ryan as Topper’s head snaps back toward Rafe. Kelce raises his eyebrows, scribbling the score on the board.
“That brings boy number seven to a total of 59 points. Ladies, you can now remove your blindfolds.”
The girls step forward to study the board, their eyes adjusting to the light. The boys follow, teasing and comparing scores. Y/N blinks, scanning the numbers, then gasps.
“Oh my god, Topper, I’m so sorry about the 6.” She exclaims, grabbing his arm and he chuckles, shaking his head.
“Don’t worry about it.”
As Sarah points out a name on the board, Y/N turns to her, chatting. When Sarah turns to ask Maddy something, Y/N feels something behind her. Or someone. A hand grazes her waist. A breath brushes her neck. Goosebumps rise on her skin.
“When I give you the signal.” A voice murmurs. “Meet me on the terrace.”
She nods almost imperceptibly, then glances back at Sarah as if nothing happened. But her eyes keep flicking to him. Waiting.
He’s laughing with Pope, fingers running through his hair and then he catches her eye. A wink. A silent cue. He excuses himself before he steps away, heading up the stairs.
Y/N leans into Sarah.
“I’m gonna go…to the terrace.” She murmurs, subtly nodding in that direction. Sarah’s eyes widen, tracking his absence.
“With him?” She asks and Y/N nods.
“We need to talk. Especially after that challenge.”
Sarah sighs, placing a hand on Y/N’s shoulder.
“If anything happens, call my name. Got it?” She advises and Y/N nods, slipping away through the bedroom and up the stairs. She pauses outside the makeup room, inhaling deeply before pushing open the door.
He’s there, sitting on the couch, gaze fixed on the villa below. When the door clicks shut, he turns to her.
I’ve been MIA and haven’t updated It’s Complicated, so here’s a life update no one asked for:
The holidays sucked. Family drama that has extended past the holidays that I feel like I’m stuck in the middle of. My birthday was the 3rd and I had the flu the whole week, so I didn’t get to celebrate the way we wanted to. I’ve been working 50 hours a week at a job I hate. And now my boyfriend’s ex is trying to take his daughter away from him.
I’m so glad you all love my lil piece of work, and I’m sorry I’ve neglected y’all of more. I appreciate every like, reblog and comment you’ve left. I’m doing my best. But 2025 has been absolute hell so far. It’s hard to find the time and/or effort to post, let alone write.
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