note: hope you guys enjoy!! sorry this second part took so long <33 (as usual, regular type is Rafeās POV and italics is Roxanneās!) Part 1 can be found on my masterlist!
The swing of Roxanneās hips haunted Rafe for days to come. It felt like every time he closed his eyes, she was there barely throwing a glance his way over her shoulder. He kept a keen eye out for her every night at the Club, hoping to see if the tension of their first meeting was real, but she and her father had yet to make their return. Heād finally gotten his wish on a particularly humid evening as he and his family passed her fatherās house on their boat as the sun was setting. She was sitting on the outdoor couch while Colin stood at the grill and when Ward blew the horn, their heads both whipped around, a wide smile spread across Colinās face.Ā
āAhoy, Camerons!ā He made his way down the dock towards them and Rafe saw Roxanne let out a gentle laugh at her dadās antics. āWhy donāt you tie up at home and then come back down the block for dinner? Weāre having steak!ā Ward agreed quickly, and when Sarah protested, saying she was planning to go to a friendās for dinner, Rafe couldnāt even find it in himself to be annoyed when Ward let her have her way.Ā
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warnings: just the drugs/drinking expected, a 2 year age gap and mentions of sex
a/n: this is based off the song Stacy by Quinn XCII, which you can listen to here!
JJ Maybank wasnāt always a partier, and he certainly wasnāt always a womanizer. Freshly 15 and naive, JJ wandered into the surf shop on the edge of The Cut on the last Sunday afternoon of summer and bumped right into the person who changed his world. She was the coolest person at Kildare County High. She was younger than most of the other incoming seniors, but her arms and legs were littered with stick and poke tattoos and even though she was smart as hell, most of her teachers didnāt expect to see her in class more than a couple times a week. Everyone knew the spot under the bleachers in front of the 50-yard line belonged to her. When she struck up a conversation with him that day in the surf shop, it took every bit of concentration he had to be able to string a sentence together. It was obvious to everyone within earshot that he was awestruck by her, and she had to admit that she found it kind of endearing. When she casually invited him to meet her at her spot the next day, he nodded a little too eagerly, blond hair bobbing up and down. She laughed right at him, but the sound was so beautiful that he couldnāt find himself to care.Ā
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JJ Maybank wasnāt always a partier, and he certainly wasnāt always a womanizer. Freshly 15 and naive, JJ wandered into the surf shop on the edge of The Cut on the last Sunday afternoon of summer and bumped right into the person who changed his world. She was the coolest person at Kildare County High. She was younger than most of the other incoming seniors, but her arms and legs were littered with stick and poke tattoos and even though she was smart as hell, most of her teachers didnāt expect to see her in class more than a couple times a week. Everyone knew the spot under the bleachers in front of the 50-yard line belonged to her. When she struck up a conversation with him that day in the surf shop, it took every bit of concentration he had to be able to string a sentence together. It was obvious to everyone within earshot that he was awestruck by her, and she had to admit that she found it kind of endearing. When she casually invited him to meet her at her spot the next day, he nodded a little too eagerly, blond hair bobbing up and down. She laughed right at him, but the sound was so beautiful that he couldnāt find himself to care.Ā
warnings: just the drugs/drinking expected, a 2 year age gap and mentions of sex
a/n: this is based off the song Stacy by Quinn XCII, which you can listen to here!
JJ Maybank wasnāt always a partier, and he certainly wasnāt always a womanizer. Freshly 15 and naive, JJ wandered into the surf shop on the edge of The Cut on the last Sunday afternoon of summer and bumped right into the person who changed his world. She was the coolest person at Kildare County High. She was younger than most of the other incoming seniors, but her arms and legs were littered with stick and poke tattoos and even though she was smart as hell, most of her teachers didnāt expect to see her in class more than a couple times a week. Everyone knew the spot under the bleachers in front of the 50-yard line belonged to her. When she struck up a conversation with him that day in the surf shop, it took every bit of concentration he had to be able to string a sentence together. It was obvious to everyone within earshot that he was awestruck by her, and she had to admit that she found it kind of endearing. When she casually invited him to meet her at her spot the next day, he nodded a little too eagerly, blond hair bobbing up and down. She laughed right at him, but the sound was so beautiful that he couldnāt find himself to care.Ā
The next day, the fifth period bell rings and JJ all but sprints out the schoolās back doors. He wasnāt brave enough to skip out on any class other than lunch and he was all but praying that sheād be there. A wide smile spread across his face as he approached the bleachers. The sight of her white sneakers peeking out underneath felt like a gift from the universe. āUhh, hey,ā JJ managed to stammer out and she turned towards him with a sly smile.Ā
āHey, Golden Boy. You wanna smoke?ā Her delicate fingers hold a lit joint out to him, and he takes it from her without question, even though heās never smoked a day in his life. As he brings it to his lips, he takes a moment to look at her. Her eyes are barely open and her black polished fingernails are resting gently on her cheek as she watches him. He feels a little awkward as he inhales, not entirely sure what was going to happen. The burn roaring in his chest surprises him and sends him into a coughing fit. She takes the joint back from him as he doubles over and lets out another string of laughter at his expense. He starts to get embarrassed but it's erased by longing as she pulls another drag, speaking through her inhale. āOh, youāre going to be so much fun to corrupt.ā
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The next weeks are filled with new experiences for JJ. Cutting actual classes became childās play for him and in that same spot under the bleachers, she taught him how to shotgun, both beer and weed. The first time her lips touched his, he swore he died and went to heaven. He began to master the art of climbing into windows silently and it was in her bed late at night when he asked her for the first why she never accepted his invitations to hang out with his friends. She turned to him with an amused expression on her face. āBaby, other people canāt really know that we hang out. Iām a senior, donāt you think itād be weird for me to hang out with a bunch of sophomores?ā His face twisted into a frown and she pouted playfully at him. āIām sorry, J. Let me make it up to you?ā She kissed him softly, parting his lips just slightly with the tip of her tongue before moving to kneel between his thighs. He looked up at her questioningly and her smile went from gentle to ravening. She slid her hands up his thighs to his zipper and looked up at him through her lashes. āPut your hands behind your head, Golden boy. Iām going to blow your fucking mind.āĀ
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JJ was pretty fucking sure he was in love with her. Sheād molded him into an entirely different person than the one he was when he walked into that surf shop just before his sophomore year of high school. His friends didnāt mind the change, excited to finally let loose at parties all together, but they still didnāt know where JJ spent his nights. It was the only argument they ever had, JJ asking her why they couldnāt make things official, saying that he didnāt give a shit what people thought about it. Sheād always give him the same line in return. āLabels ruin things, J. I donāt see why it matters if you call me your girlfriend or not. All that matters is that weāre there for each other; middle of the night, rain or shine. You can call me lover, or babe, or whatever the hell else you want. But I donāt want to belong to anyone. Iām not yours, Iām mine.āĀ It upset him the same every time, but all was forgotten when she slipped her fingers into his hair and tugged him to her mouth.Ā
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He eventually learned to stop bringing it up, settling into a routine of spending every possible second together in private while almost completely ignoring each other in public. Everyday it seemed like JJ chipped away another piece of the wall sheād built around her heart, talking about both of their shitty relationships with their fathers, sharing their hopes and dreams and darkest fears. Life seemed to only be getting better by the minute, especially after he received a text one Friday in May that read āparents left for the mainland last night, house is empty ;)ā right before the bell rang to dismiss him from his last class of the day. He arrived at her doorstep in record time seeing as he ran the mile and a half from school to her house, backpack and all. He barely made it through the front door before she had him backed up against it, hands threading through his hair to pull him down into a kiss. āWeāve got all weekend, my golden boy,ā she said through panting breaths. āWhat do you have planned?āĀ
They spend the weekend tangled in each other and in her sheets but when Sunday comes around, he can feel her pulling away again. The look in her eyes isnāt the same mischievous sparkle he was used to; her smile didnāt curl up all the way into the Chesire cat grin heād grown to love. And he had grown to love her, he was sure of it. The only thing scarier than telling her was not telling her at all, and so JJ turned his head to the side to look at her, pinkies interlocked between their resting naked bodies. āHey, babe?ā He started and she turned to look at him with a āhmm?ā Her eyes roamed his face for a second, taking in all his features. His face had changed since the fall, sharper and more defined. āI love you.āĀ Her eyes closed as she let out a deep breath. She sat up taking the sheet with her, leaving JJ to follow, studying her side profile as she searched for words.Ā
āI know you think you do, J. Weāve gotten so close recently, I can see how itās confusing for you. But you canāt love me.ā She finished her statement and looked up from JJās hand that she held in her lap. He pulled it away from her and got up, slipping his boxers on before beginning to pace.Ā
āYes, I do! How could this be anything other than love? I literally canāt go an hour without wanting to see you, I tell you everything!ā He stared at the floor as he walked back and forth, stopping in front of her bed to look at her. She couldnāt meet his eyes, choosing to stare a hole into her wall, face expressionless. āYouāll get it when youāre older, golden boy.āĀ Ā
He stood still for a second, mouth open in shock. He scrambled to gather his stuff, pulling on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and piling things into his bag. She didnāt even contemplate chasing after him as he slipped his shoes on and left out the front door.Ā
-Ā
The final month of Sophomore year was filled with radio silence. JJ didnāt bother reaching out. He knew thereād be no reply anyway. They continued to ignore each other in public. The only thing that changed from an outsiderās perspective was JJās newfound interest in his female classmates. Weekends were now spent at the Boneyard, a nicstick hanging from his lips and a pretty girl hanging from his arm. It was always a different one; it seemed like the girls of Kildare County High made some unspoken pact that every one of them would share JJ and the knowledge that he was the only boy in school who knew what he was doing with his hands.Ā
The only one who didnāt seem to get the memo was a freshmen named Allie with a face full of freckles. When she finally mustered up the courage to ask JJ why they never hung out without hooking up, the only answer JJ could give her was a half-hearted āyouāll get it when youāre older.ā
I think JB would be such a cutie if his girl got a sunburn
Heās honestly usually pretty on top of reminding you to reapply sunblock when youāre out on the boat all day, but you all get just a little too cross faded on a beautiful afternoon and it slips both of your minds.
By the time the HMS Pogue pulls into the slip around dinner time, you can feel the tingle on your shoulders and back and it wonāt be good.
When you get to the front porch, you ask JB to untie your bikini as you hold it to your chest and he lets out a low āoooā as he does it. āThat ones gonna hurt, babyā
You let out a groan and head to the shower, and JB hears the hiss you let out when the water hits your back. He immediately goes to the kitchen to make sure thereās a snack and a water bottle for you when you come out.
It hurts to wrap the towel around you, so you let it hang loosely in the back, shuffling your feet to John bās room and flopping onto your stomach on the bed.
He comes in after you, water bottle and an apple in one hand and a big bottle of aloe in the other. He kneels on the bed next to you and pats your butt gently.
āUp, baby. Eat and drink while I grease you up.ā You let out another groan, sore already, but you know heās right so you swing your legs off the side and let him settle in behind you.
The minute his aloe-covered hands touch your shoulders, you moan from the relief and he chuckles. āTake it easy with the noises, babe, I canāt lay you out like I want to when you moan like that.ā
You mutter a āsorryā through your full mouth and he continues with gentle fingers. When heās done, he wipes his fingers off on your now wet towel and you both settle back onto the bed, you on your back and him on his side facing you. āSorry I forgot to remind you to sunscreen, bub. Did you at least have some fun?ā
Your head nods sleepily and you mutter out an āalways have fun with you, my loveā
I think JB would be such a cutie if his girl got a sunburn
Heās honestly usually pretty on top of reminding you to reapply sunblock when youāre out on the boat all day, but you all get just a little too cross faded on a beautiful afternoon and it slips both of your minds.
By the time the HMS Pogue pulls into the slip around dinner time, you can feel the tingle on your shoulders and back and it wonāt be good.
When you get to the front porch, you ask JB to untie your bikini as you hold it to your chest and he lets out a low āoooā as he does it. āThat ones gonna hurt, babyā
You let out a groan and head to the shower, and JB hears the hiss you let out when the water hits your back. He immediately goes to the kitchen to make sure thereās a snack and a water bottle for you when you come out.
It hurts to wrap the towel around you, so you let it hang loosely in the back, shuffling your feet to John bās room and flopping onto your stomach on the bed.
He comes in after you, water bottle and an apple in one hand and a big bottle of aloe in the other. He kneels on the bed next to you and pats your butt gently.
āUp, baby. Eat and drink while I grease you up.ā You let out another groan, sore already, but you know heās right so you swing your legs off the side and let him settle in behind you.
The minute his aloe-covered hands touch your shoulders, you moan from the relief and he chuckles. āTake it easy with the noises, babe, I canāt lay you out like I want to when you moan like that.ā
You mutter a āsorryā through your full mouth and he continues with gentle fingers. When heās done, he wipes his fingers off on your now wet towel and you both settle back onto the bed, you on your back and him on his side facing you. āSorry I forgot to remind you to sunscreen, bub. Did you at least have some fun?ā
Your head nods sleepily and you mutter out an āalways have fun with you, my loveā
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warnings: alcohol, SMUT, NSFW, fingering, oral (female receiving),Ā unprotected sex (pls use protection), semi-public sex, swearing
word count: 1.7k
authorās note: highly recommend that you read part 1 so you understand wtf is going on. this is my first ever smut so please let me know what you think, i thrive on reblogs and comments, and uhhh be kind thankuā¦
You couldnāt quite pinpoint the exact moment you realised you wanted to fuck Rafe Cameron.
Perhaps it had a long time coming.
You think of any time you went swimming together and he came out of the water, wet skin glistening in the sunshine.
Any time you two hung out at his house and he was wearing sweatpants and a backwards hat and you felt weirdly more attracted to him in those moments than any other.
Or maybe the realisation was today, with him in his navy suit and red tie that matched your dress perfectly, spending money to impress you, running his fingers up your thigh, bringing his lips to your ear, sending shivers down your neck.
And now youāre sat next to him at a table with the rest of your friends, painfully aware of the fact that youāre not wearing any panties and he knows, and you can predict what heās going to do with that information and you like it.
Rafeās lips are brushing against your ear again as he whispers āare you sure weāre going to play this game, princess?ā But you know heās confident in your answer before youāve even had a chance to voice it as his hand is resting at the top of your thigh again, pushing the silk aside.
Your breath hitches as he runs his fingers down even further, not quite reaching your heated centre but dancing around it, all while keeping his eyes on the rest of the group so as to not raise suspicion.
You clear your throat quietly. āIām already wet, Cameron, you donāt have to try so hard. Stop teasing.ā
Damnit, you think. Itās not like his ego needed to get any bigger.
Rafe chuckles. āIf youāre already wet,ā he whispers, āthen I guess you wonāt mind if I do this.ā
Color is the place where our brain and the universe meet || Part 3
Pairing: JJ x Reader
Words: 2k
Summary: Soulmate!AU. Your vision is black and white until you touch your soulmate. In this chapter, you just want to forget but ignoring colors is quite hard.
A/N: Last part of the mini series, thanks so much for reading, liking and sharing!
Chapters: Part One, Part Two, Part Three
Available on: AO3
The last few days had been the absolute worst. You didnāt even know why it affected you so much, you shouldnāt care about a random boy that youāve never seen before.
And yet here you were, laying in your bed in the early morning hours, pillow pressed against your chest after another night of crying.
Was this how it felt to lose a soulmate that you never really had? He was your soulmate but you werenāt this and that thought was ruining you.
Why did the universe have to play you like this? What did you do in your past life that you didnāt deserve happiness? You had so many questions but no one could answer you and it was driving you insane.
Maybe the pain would only be here for now and vanish soon enough. Maybe it wouldnāt be so bad. Youāve heard enough stories of people losing their soulmate in tragic accidents but they were okay sooner or later. This is what you could hope for.
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Absolutely nobody asked for this. I listened to Nicki Minajās āGet on your Kneesā (feat. Ariana Grande) the other night and thought it could be a good start for a mild sub!Rafe fic. This kinda got away from me a little bit and it was too late to reign it in.
Warnings: Smut, obviously. Weāre talking like real filthy language, oral sex (female receiving), mild dom/sub undertones.
Word count: 4.8K+
Rafe x Reader smut.
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Also, full disclosure, the GIF is not mine. Credit to its original owner.
