gracie

EMBARRASSING was the only way to describe walking in with her older brother. veronica 'ronnie' hargrove loved her siblings, of course, but having billy speeding through the parking lot and swerving into a spot, crooked and all, was not exactly a grand entrance in her eyes.

"get here on time or don't bother. i will leave your ass," billy grumbled, more so towards the youngest, speeding up slightly and walking away from them so the girls staring at him and whispering with each other wouldn't get the wrong idea.

max shook her head and rolled her eyes. "dick," she muttered quiet enough that only her older sister could hear.

ronnie huffed out a soft laugh before turning to face her. "try to not have a terrible day, ok?" she suggested, knowing her half-sister too well. "not everyone here hates you. we finally have a fresh start. at least promise me you'll attempt to make some friends."

the girl sighed but finally nodded reluctantly. as much as she hated the idea, she'd do anything for her sister. "i promise i'll try. no guarantees i'll have any luck."

"thank you," she said with a smile. "now hurry to class. it's already bad enough billy got us here later than we agreed. you cannot be late to your first class."

"sure mom," she teased, waving and placing her skateboard down onto the blacktop, skating down towards the separate building where the middle schoolers went.

ronnie would be lying if she said her heart was beating out of her chest. going to a new school in the middle of nowhere wasn't in the plans for any of them. the thought of having to completely restart everything was very quickly starting to have more cons than pros in her eyes.

fortunately though, she made it through the first few classes with no trouble. she didn't need to talk to anyone and no one had bothered her yet.

now it was nearing the end of lunch, possibly the worst time of the day. she just knew she looked stupid. sitting at a table outside, completely alone and in the corner of the fenced area with almost every other table around her full except her own.

"is anyone sitting here?" a soft voice asked.

ronnie looked up to find a girl with short brown hair, blue eyes, and books clutched against her chest with a warm, friendly smile on her face. there was a boy standing awkwardly beside her with hair covering his forehead and his bag slung over one shoulder. they looked nice enough. she shook her head. "it's all yours."

the girl smiled and sat, motioning for the boy to follow as well. "i'm nancy by the way. and this is jonathan," she said with that same sweet smile. "you must be veronica? you're new right?"

her body cringed slightly. "ronnie," she offered. "is it that obvious that i'm new?" she asked nervously.

nancy shook her head. "it's just a small town," she replied reassuringly, attempting to not make her uncomfortable. "everyone knows everyone."

"oh," she mumbled with an awkward laugh. "yeah, my family just moved here. my older brother is a senior and i have a little sister in 8th grade."

the two shared a look. "jonathan and i actually have brothers in 8th grade," she beamed excitedly. "if your sister ever needs a friend or anything, i'm sure they'd be more than happy to have her. they're all kind of nerds and they've been best friends for forever."

ronnie nodded and smiled appreciatively. "thanks. i'll let her know."

nancy finally began to relax a bit more, pulling her water bottle out of her backpack and placing it onto the table. "so, where are you from?"

she swallowed the lump in her throat. "i'm from california."

"what made you wanna move to a place like this from a place like california?" jonathan finally spoke, a hint of playfulness in his voice.

they could see her body tense slightly. "my family just wanted a fresh start."

the two nodded and seemed to have accepted that answer. "well we should start heading to class now, but if you ever need anything, come find us," the brunette girl smiled. "it was really great meeting you! if you ever need anything or even just a friend, i'm always here."

the ginger smiled, nodding slightly. "thank you. i really appreciate that."

nancy beamed as she pulled out a piece of paper from her bag and a pen. she scribbled something down quickly then handed it to her. "here's my number. call me if you ever need anything friend," she said warmly just before her and jonathan were off towards the door that led inside the school.

she sat there for a minute, almost dumbfounded at what had just happened, then finally packed up her things and shoved the note into her back pocket.

—

the rest of the day dragged on painfully slow. the ache in her butt was almost unbearable from sitting in the hard seats for the length of each class. currently, she was in her final class of the day watching the clock and counting down the minutes.

when the last bell finally rang, she quickly packed up her stuff and put her backpack on. the class cleared out almost instantly.

"excuse me!" she heard someone call out from behind her. glancing over her shoulder, there was a boy following behind her, almost struggling to keep up with her fast pace. "hi. my name is jasper. i was in your last period."

her lips pursed into a tense smile. "hi. i'm ronnie."

"you're new here, right?" if she'd gotten paid for everyone time someone asked her that, she was sure she'd be rich already. "i'm sure i'd recognize a pretty girl like you if i'd seen you here before."

a blush coated her cheeks as she nodded. "yeah, today's my first day."

the boy was actually cute too. he had brown fluffy hair, pretty green eyes, and a charming smile. not to mention, he also towered over her. "i hope it wasn't too bad."

"could've been worse," she laughed softly. the two continued walking towards the doors and outside into the parking lot.

"that's good to hear," jasper replied, pausing for a long moment. "sorry. i'm being awkward." he laughed to himself. "you just make me kinda nervous."

her brow quirked at that. "i'm not sure whether that's a compliment or not," she said teasingly.

he shook his head quickly. "no, no. that's definitely a compliment. i'm just a little speechless looking at you."

she cringed internally at his words. "well in that case, thank you."

the boy smiled at that. "i was just wondering—"

he was cut off by the sound of tires screeching. "you done messin' around? let's go!" billy shouted from the drivers side, already frustrated with her for being late.

a sigh escaped her lips. "i'm so sorry but i really have to go," ronnie frowned. "my brother's impatient. it was nice meeting you though."

"yeah, it was really nice meeting you around too," he said softly with a warm smile. "i hope to see you around sometime."

she gave him a curt nod and quickly rushed into the passenger seat of her brothers car. "who was that?" he asked almost instantly, already beginning to drive away from the school. his voice was almost eerily steady.

her shoulders shrugged. "just someone from class," she said dismissively. suddenly, whatever was passing by in the windows became extremely interesting.

"didn't look like just someone from class," he pressed a little more. "he have a thing for you or somethin'?"

ronnie had to roll her eyes. "don't act like you didn't talk to a hundred girls today, billy. it's not that serious."

if they weren't as close as they were, he would've surely driven the car into oncoming traffic just to instill fear in her. "hm," he hummed. he was almost too calm for her liking. "don't get any ideas."

she scoffed and turned her body a little more to face the window. once they finally returned home, max was the first to scurry out of the backseat and to her room. billy was the next to step out, twirling the keys around his finger.

"wait. can i take the car?" she asked hesitantly. knowing him, he probably had a date or a hookup planned that he would need their shared car for.

his eyes narrowed at her. "for what? you plan on meetin' up with that boy? i swear to god, ronnie," he pried again, head tilting slightly. "you remember what i taught you when you were younger?"

she let out an even louder sigh this time. "i know, billy. trust me," her voice was dry and flat. "i just wanna go see mom."

there was a beat of silence before he was tossing the keys to her. "don't be long. and don't fuck up the car, got it?"

"i never do," she replied in annoyance.

his lips pursed into a thin line as he took a long look at her. "be careful."

she gave him a slight smile. "always am."

the boy walked inside and shut the door while she turned over the key and pulled away from the curb in the direction of marina's house, the one her and her brother grew up in for a few years.

neither had visited yet since they'd moved to indiana and the drive was almost painfully too slow and quiet. it was eerie how dead the streets were.

when she arrived, she took a deep breath and shut the car off. her heart was pounding in her ears and she made her way up to the doorstep. knowing her mother was probably in her bed for a nap, she used her house key to let herself in.

the house was warm and quiet, unlike the one she was currently residing in. her head poked into the kitchen, then the dinning room. when there was no sign of her, she headed up the stairs slowly.

her fist gently tapped on the door to her mother's room. "hello?" the weak, raspy voice called out from the other side.

"it's veronica," she replied through the wood, waiting with baited breath.

she swore she heard a gasp on the other side. "come in!" the woman said excitedly. when her daughter opened the door and entered, a big grin overtook her lips. "oh my goodness, ronnie! you've grown so much. you're such a beautiful young lady."

the girl couldn't help but smile as she came to sit beside her on the bed. "thank you, mom," she said gratefully. "how've you been? are you feeling okay? you look sick."

"well, you know, i could be better," she chuckled quietly to herself. "with the weather changing so much, i just can't seem to shake this cold. speaking of, how was california? was the move okay?"

veronica groaned at the thought of everything that had happened. "it was fun for a while. until, you know, everything that happened with jennifer," she said truthfully. jennifer was her fathers previous girlfriend, the one before meeting susan. "the move was okay. having so many people made it much easier than when we moved out there."

marina nodded in understanding, adjusting the blanket to keep her warm. "how is your brother? is he doing okay? i know how much he loved being in california."

she waved it off. "he's fine. i'm sure he's just fine with all the attention he's getting from the woman."

"typical billy," she laughed. "and that half sister of yours? how is max doing? it feels like i haven't seen her in forever."

"she's doing good," ronnie said with a reassuring smile. "she's still adjusting but i think she'll be just fine."

there was another pause of silence as marina stared at her daughter intensely. "and how are you doing?"

she swallowed the lump down in her throat. "i'm okay. it's a lot to adjust to but, i'm okay."

"make any new friends today?" she asked. "meet any cute boys yet?"

ronnie laughed at that. "i did. i met a girl named nancy and a boy named jonathan," she stated. "a boy in my class came to introduce himself as well."

"yeah? how's billy feel about that?" she questioned knowingly, one brow quirked up.

she shook her head and let out a dramatic sigh, slumping in her seat. "you know how he feels."

her mother nodded. "i do," she mumbled. "when i said to protect you, i didn't think he'd take it so literal. i appreciate it, don't get me wrong. it puts my mind to rest knowing you'll always be safe," she explained. "but at this rate, you may never get married."

she let out a big, hearty laugh. "i'm sure i'll find a way."

marina's eyes filled with adoration and unconditional love as she watched. it made her heart swell and her eyes collect tears of happiness. "thank you. i'm really glad you came to see me, hun." her voice cracked slightly. "i've missed seeing my little girl."

seeing her mother tear up made her own eyes water. her lips tensed into a tight lipped smile. "don't thank me, mom. i love coming to see you."

"i love you, ronnie," she said with an almost sad smile on her lips. "please don't be a stranger."

the girl stood and leaned over to place a soft kiss to her mothers forehead, tucking her in with the soft quilts. "i love you too, mom," she replied quietly to not disturb the tranquil air. "i'll let you get some rest now."

her mother nodded with a smile and shut her eyes, sinking into the warmth of the blanket. she quietly made her way out of the room and down the steps.

day 1 — 10/01

cockwarming — rafe cameron

day 2 — 10/03

recording — rafe cameron

day 3 — 10/05

shower sex — rafe cameron

day 4 — 10/07

car sex — rafe cameron

day 5 — 10/09

double penetration — rafe cameron x reader x jj maybank

day 6 — 10/11

public sex — rafe cameron

day 7 — 10/13

tbd

day 8 — 10/15

dacryphilia — rafe cameron

day 9 — 10/17

overstimulation — rafe cameron

day 10 — 10/19

breeding kink — rafe cameron

day 11 — 10/21

hate sex — rafe cameron

day 12 — 10/23

mirror sex — rafe cameron

day 13 — 10/25

size kink — rafe cameron

day 14 — 10/27

just the tip — rafe cameron

day 15 — 10/29

virginity loss — mean!rafe cameron

day 16 — 10/31

threesome — rafe cameron x reader x jj maybank

there was a movie playing in the background, long forgotten at this point. ruthie and topper were knocked out on the couch in front of the tv, kelce and some random girl on the one to their left, some of the brothers from their frat passed out on the floor, and you and rafe on the couch across from kelce’s.

this was stupid and so insanely risky. the alcohol had everyone peacefully sleeping besides you two. you really should’ve drank more.

rafe was currently laid behind you, his chest flush to your back and his cock nestled deep inside of you. it made between your thighs ache. his hand was pressed against your stomach with a light pressure, forcing you to bite your lip.

his lips ghosted over your neck with gentle, slow kisses. you could feel your eyes water with how full you felt. he was huge and incredibly thick, bullying your insides and creating his own path in your guts.

and when he pushed his hips up into you even further, a whimper slipped out. thankfully the movie playing in front of you all masked the sound. your nails dug into his forearm as a warning, silently telling him to stop.

“takin’ me like such a good girl,” he whispered low in your ear. the rasp in his voice made your cunt clench around him, pulling a soft groan from his mouth.

his hand moved down from your stomach and into your panties to rub slow circles onto your clit. another whimper sounded through the air, prompting him to bring his free hand to cover your mouth.

“you wanna get caught?” he muttered, voice low and gravely. “you want your brother to wake up and find me with my cock stuffed in your pretty pussy like a slut?”

you shook your head, tears not fully flowing down your cheeks and catching against his hand. your hips involuntarily grinded back against him. the slow drag of his length inside you was making you start to go dumb.

“look at you baby,” he began. you could feel him smile against your skin. “so pretty. what would everyone think if they saw you like this? should we show ‘em?”

you shook your head again, hands squeezing at his arm to try and ground yourself. your muffled cries drowned into his palms.

he pulled out slightly before thrusting back into you hard and fast, knocking the wind out of you. the blanket helped control the volume but you were sure you wouldn’t be able to keep it under control if he kept going like this.

almost as if he read your mind, he pulled out of you and adjusted his pants back over his hips then carefully crawled out from behind you and onto his feet. he lifted you with ease and carried you into your room, dropped you onto the bed and leaning down to capture your lips with his.

you whined into his mouth as the pure hunger he devoured you with. his hands shuffled with his waistband just before you felt his tip at your hole, pushing through the resistance until he was resting against your cervix.

“fuck, baby. best fuckin’ pussy i’ve ever had,” he mumbled. “no one else gets to have you like this, understood?”

soft pants left your lips as stars clouded your vision. you couldn’t even focus with him pressed inside you like this.

his hand roughly grabbed your jaw and forced you to look at him. “understand me?” he asked a little more forcefully.

you nodded. “yes— yes i understand.”

a devilish smirk took over his lips. “good,” he grinned. he began to pull out until just the tip was breaching your hole. “i want you to scream for me angel. let everyone know who fucks you this good every night.”

—

she was the only parent figure her little brother had ever known. luke wasn't anything even remotely close to a father to either of them at any point in their lives, so she'd practically raised him herself even with her own life, schooling, and jobs though she was only 19.

inevitably, it took away her childhood. she'd spent almost all of her time making sure her brother and his friends were fed, looked after, and kept out of trouble even when it felt impossible sometimes due to all their little secret missions. she'd barely had time to be a kid because if she wasn't taking care of them, no one would.

and they all adored her for it. they'd always make it a point to express their gratitude to her for being the supportive guardian they'd never had. whether it be getting her an extra gift for her birthday or christmas, offering her an invitation to all their adventures, or bringing her leftovers whenever they scraped up enough money to eat out.

little did they know, she'd appreciated those little things more than she could express. she worked hard for everything she had in her life and being handed small gifts, such as shells they'd found on the beach, warmed her heart. just to be given something without straining her body physically and spending hours grinding for the money to buy it felt good.

she tried not to complain though because some people on her side of the island still weren't as fortunate and didn't have the time to work as many jobs as she did. she did her best to be grateful for the opportunities she had even if they didn't pay very well. unfortunately, not many kooks chose to hire pogues.

aside from work and her brother, she never really had time for anything else. her daily schedule consisted of waking up, heading to one of her work shifts, ending and heading to a different shift, coming home to eat and make sure jj was all good, complete her school work, then head to bed and repeat it all the next day. she barely had days off or time to herself.

fortunately for her though, her boss was on vacation this week which meant he didn't need any assistance in the house. that allowed her to have a couple nights off for the week. and what better way to spend one of those nights than at a kegger that her brother and his friends had dragged her to.

she'd surprisingly been having a bit of fun, which never really happened often, but she was enjoying herself. she had a beer in hand with her head leaned against her little brothers arm as him and sarah went back and forth in a playful banter.

"oh come on! the guy is beautiful," jj defended his best friend before taking another swig of his white claw. "that long hair just really does somethin' to me, ya know? honestly, i'd probably jump his bones if i was a chick."

sarah snorted and rolled her eyes at him. "we know you would," she shot back quickly. she tucked her hair behind her ear and looked back at her boyfriend who was talking to pope and kiara. "it's just a little long, don't you think? like maybe its time for a haircut?"

he shook his head. "nah, i think he's good. it's still curlin' up all nice and cute. give it another month or somethin' then maybe i'll agree," he replied with a light shrug while looking at his best friend. he then tilted his head down to glance at his sister. "what do you think noa?"

she mimicked her brothers actions and shrugged while taking another sip of her drink. "it looks fine. i don't see anything wrong with it," she said honestly with a soft smile.

"see? told ya," jj added teasingly to sarah. "i'm gonna grab another drink. y'all want anything?" he asked the two girls as he ruffled his sisters hair just to annoy her as he always did.

noa glared at him and began to smooth down her hair. "i don't think you need another," she said firmly. the protective nature in her was coming out now.

the boy laughed and threw his arm over her shoulders to pull her into his side. "yeah okay mom. i've only had four or five and i'm jus' gettin' started. the nights still young!" he cheered. "i'll be right back. this is my last one. i swear."

she shrugged his arm from around her and eyed him before sighing. "last one, j. last thing i need is to have to carry you back to the car with jb and pope again."

"i know, i know," he said with his hands up in the air by his head. as he turned around and was about to set off towards the cooler, he faked gagged. "the kooks have arrived."

the three whipped around to see topper, kelce, ruthie, and a random boy they'd never seen before at the keggers. "she got uglier since i last saw her," sarah spat out of disgust for ruthie as john b, pope, and kiara joined their little circle.

"agreed," kiara said with that same grimace. "she's such a bitch. i don't know why she even bothers comin' to these anymore."

noa shook her head and scoffed at the sight of the blonde she hated so much. "she's such a brat. she tried getting me fired last week for no reason. she literally threw away her entire bowl of food and screamed at me to make her a ‘better’ one."

pope laughed at that. "some people would've killed for that bowl," he replied. "such rich people problems."

noa nodded in response but before she could answer verbally, the four kooks were approaching them with shit-eating grins plastered across their face.

"hey guys. how's it goin'?" kelce asked with that same mocking tone he used each time. "cute little party y'all got goin' on out here. big turnout, huh?"

john b pursed his lips into a thin line. "usually is, man," he stated as if it were obvious. he was right though, the keggers were always popular amongst everyone no matter what they classified as. "what brings you guys over to our side of the island? don't you guys have some little kook party to attend?"

topper shrugged nonchalantly and pulled ruthie closer to his side. "nah, we jus' came to see what was up. we usually come to these to have a little fun if we're feelin' extra bored."

"where's your other little buddy? thought you guys only came in a pack of three. you guys replace him with this dude or somethin'?" jj teased, sipping the last of his drink while eyeing the blonde boy in front of him.

kelce chuckled and shook his head as he crossed his arms over his chest. "nah, he's at a business meeting. ya' know, typical kook shit. probably somethin' you pogues wouldn't know about."

kiara rolled her eyes and shifted her weight to one foot. she was quickly getting irritated with their annoying back and forth. "you guys wanna start measuring dicks yet or are you just gonna keep taking jabs at each other?"

a laugh slipped past noa's lips before she quickly pursed her lips and looked down at the ground to contain her laughter. "is something funny?" she heard ruthie ask.

"nothing at all," she smiled a sweet fake smile. "by the way, i love your shirt!" she leaned in closer and squinted, noticing small letters adorning the bottom of her shirt. "wait. oh my god. is that from the thrift?"

ruthie gasped. "you bitch!" she retorted, clearly offended that her outfit even remotely resembled anything from the thrift store. "this shirt costs more than your lousy paychecks. this outfit adds up to more than your entire wardrobe. maybe talk to me when you and your dumb excuse of a dad can afford a fraction of what i have."

jj stepped slightly in front of noa, not liking the fact that ruthie was now disrespecting his family. "you tell your girl to watch her mouth, man," he warned immediately, his stare cold and his expression set firm.

"or what?" he challenged, stepping forward too until they were chest to chest. "what are you gonna do, bro? run back to mommy? oh... right—"

the moment he finished his sentence, jj was swinging his arm and colliding a powerful punch to his cheek. topper stumbled back onto his butt and the pogue took the opportunity to jump on top of him and repeatedly hit him across the face. as kelce attempted to step in and try to go for jj, john b shoved him off. it didn't take long for the two to start going at it too.

noa, sarah, and kiara immediately began panicking while a big crowd circled around them all. some cheered while others shouted for them to stop to keep the police from getting called again.

the older maybank attempted to yank her younger brother off of topper when she noticed he wasn't fighting back anymore as pope and sarah tried to pry kelce and john b away from each other.

"stay off our fuckin' side of the island, kook," jj spat to the beaten blonde while his sister tugged him away and out of the crowd. ruthie quickly shoved past kiara to check on her boyfriend, scoffing when the pogues followed their two friends without saying anything else as if they would apologize.

noa groaned at the sight of jj's split lip and the small gash above his eyebrow. "i thought we all agreed to no fighting," she said loud enough for john b to hear too.

jj spat blood into the sand before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "they deserved it. they don't just get to sit there and talk shit then get away with it. not how it works."

she shook her head in disapproval, even though she did appreciate him standing up for her. she still hated when they fought though. "in the car," she ordered as she opened up the door to the twinkie. they all immediately piled in the back like kicked puppies while sarah joined noa in the front.

they arrived to the chateau in a few short minutes and the oldest girl wasted no time getting her brother seated on the lid of the toilet as she cleaned up the cuts on his face and his knuckles.

"thought we talked about no more fighting," she mumbled, repeating the same thing she had said earlier while concentrating on cleaning the wound on his forehead. "i appreciate you sticking up for me but we can't afford to have the cops show up again."

he knew what she meant. she couldn't afford to pay increments of his restitution again like she was currently doing. "i know and i'm sorry. jus' heard her sayin' that shit about you guys and..." he began to trail off while looking down at his bloody knuckles.

she smiled softly and nodded in acknowledgment, reassuring him that she wasn't mad. she never really got mad at him and she was always great at never showing it if she was. "it's okay. you jus' gotta be more careful. please?"

"i will," he affirmed. "swear i will," he added before hissing when she dabbed on some hydrogen peroxide to his hands. "holy fuck. no warning?"

she chuckled and dapping the cuts dry. "sorry. i'll be sure to let you know beforehand next time," she said while bandaging up the broken skin. once she finished, she patted his back and opened up the door for him. "now tell john b to get in here."

———

noa sighed and glanced down at her phone. six more hours. she let out a groan and glanced around the cafe to make sure everything was fine. it was quiet considering it was only 10am, but that also meant she was working alone until 12pm.

she mentally cursed when the bell of the door rang and she heard the annoying familiar voices enter. it was nearly impossible to stop herself from making a face when she caught sight of toppers. he had a black eye forming, a cut on his lower lip, and what looked to be a bruise on his jaw. she wasn't going to mention it until they did.

"hi," rafe said with a smile that she naturally assumed was fake. "how are you doing this morning?"

she blinked at him a couple of times, trying to register in her mind if he was being serious. they used to be regulars at her job until rafe disappeared for a long while, leaving the other two and their girlfriends to keep the tradition alive of making her life hell when they'd come in. she'd heard he went to rehab, therapy, all that stuff. seeing him back in front of her made her want to die. "fine," she replied bluntly. she didn't usually bother going out of her way to give them amazing customer service like she did with others. "what do you want?"

he laughed softly to himself and glanced up at the menu behind her. his hair was buzzed now, his face slimmer, his body more built and his posture straighter. it was weird seeing him like this. "can i please just get a medium iced coffee?" he said as he dug in his wallet for one of his many cards.

she selected the option on the screen. "any cream?" her voice was flat and barely interested. she was just waiting for the moment he started to tease her.

"uh, yeah," he said, squinting up at the menu to look at his options. "heavy cream please."

the amount of 'please's was starting to concern her. she began to wonder if he was feeling alright. "is that all?"

he nodded and prepared his card. "yeah, that's everything," he replied, tapping his card when the screen flashed.

she pulled out his receipt and handed it to him. surprisingly, there was no snatching, no comments, no dirty look, nothing except a 'thank you'. she walked away from the register as topper and ruthie stepped up and began to work on the coffee.

the couple murmured insults behind her back, clearly talking loud enough purposely so she could hear. by now, she’d gotten pretty good at tuning them out.

she added a splash of cream to the coffee and popped the lid on, turning over her shoulder to hand it to him. he was waiting a lot more patiently than he used to. “thank you. have a good one,” he said gratefully, flashing her a smile.

she quietly returned back to her register, not even daring to meet their intimidating gazes. “what can i get for you?”

ruthie scoffed. “you’re not even gonna apologize for what your disgusting brother did to topper? you can at least look at him,” she spat, leaning slightly over the counter.

“hey,” rafe budded in. “order something or lets go. i have shit to do.”

noa could practically hear the blonde roll her eyes followed with a scoff. “our usual. don’t make it taste like shit this time.” she walked off to go join rafe and kelce, leaving topper to pay for it.

he was much more quiet than she’d expected. she stole a glance at him, wincing when she noticed just how bad it actually was now that he was up close. it looked like it hurt to even move his split lip.

“do you want your receipt?” she asked, breaking the tense silence.

the boy shook his head. he looked defeated. “i don’t need it.” with that, he walked over to join his friends.

she hurried to make their acai bowls, adding a little bit extra of everything to avoid hearing ruthie complain again. she could feel their eyes on her as she moved around the fridges and assembled them.

the lids were placed on top then she slid them over on the counter and waited for them to grab it and complain about how long she took. and they did. like always.

you glanced at her from the corner of your eye and adjusted your cap. “i haven’t really talked to him lately.”

unbeknownst to you, she began to smirk. “huh. that’s weird,” she said knowingly. “you haven’t spoken at all these last two weeks?”

“not really,” you said timidly, wondering if she was starting to get suspicious. “i’ve seen him in passing once or twice but i haven’t actually talked to him.”

she nodded slowly. the way she was so calm about it made your skin crawl. “interesting,” she muttered to herself. “he’s been moping around and being nicer to me than usual. he bought me breakfast a couple times without me even asking.”

you finally adjusted your cap and sat up to look at her a little better. “really? must have had a change of heart or something.”

“oh my god, girl. cut the crap,” she blurted out finally with a chuckle. “i know you two are a thing.”

a thick lump formed in your throat. you almost choked on it. “what? what do you mean?”

she smiled teasingly. “i came home for a minute that night i snuck out because i had forgotten something and i was looking all over for you. like, literally everywhere. and when i couldn’t find you, i went to rafe’s room to ask where you went,” she paused and raised a brow at her. “and there you two were, as snug as a bug together. in his bed. cuddling.”

“are you serious?” you mumbled, covering your face with your hands out of embarrassment. “it’s not even like that. we’re not really ‘a thing’ at all.”

she snorted. “it’s annoying how oblivious the two of you are,” she stated. “i mean, come on. be so serious. he’s literally in love with you. the two of you didn’t speak for a day and he started acting like his world had just come crashing down.”

“oh my god sarah, he is not in love with me,” you said with a soft laugh, shuffling so you could fully face her now. “he’s probably just upset because i kinda went off on him last time we talked for telling my brother about enzo.”

her eyes narrowed at you. “girl. actually be serious. do you really think he feels absolutely nothing for you?” she asked before waving off everything she’d just said. “actually, tell me about what happened with you, enzo, and rafe. no gross details or anything, i don’t wanna think about my brother like that.”

you and sarah told each other everything. every little detail. but you weren’t sure how she’d take hearing that you asked her brother to teach you how to be intimate. “i started talking to enzo about a month ago, as you know, and he kind of started hinting that he wanted to go further. you also know that i’m a virgin and i’m terrified of sex,” you started, cringing to yourself. “and i really didn’t want to make a fool out of myself with him.”

she nodded along, waiting for the catch. “okay,” she dragged out. “wait! oh my god… did my brother take your virginity?!” thankfully, she didn’t sound disgusted or mad. just curious and shocked.

“no! no, he did not,” you blurted out. “basically, i asked him to— kind of show me what to do. it sounds really bad saying it out loud but i just didn’t want to look stupid, you know? i wanted enzo to like me.”

“so then how far did you guys actually get?” she asked, brows furrowed slightly.

your gaze averted down to your hands as they fiddled with themselves awkwardly. “like, third base..”

she gasped and grinned big. “you dirty girl,” she teased playfully. “wow, that’s uh— just wow. so then what? topper found out about you and rafe?”

“no, he found out about me and enzo,” you clarified, looking back up at her. “but i only told you and rafe and i know you didn’t say anything.”

she chewed her bottom lip for a second, deep in thought. “you know, i heard he was at that party with them. maybe he got mad that you ghosted him and told topper?”

you felt like the biggest idiot in the world. that was totally something enzo would do. “oh my god,” you mumbled under your breath. “i feel really bad now. i don’t know why that didn’t even cross my mind.”

“don’t. i’m sure rafe is fine. just talk to him,” she said reassuringly. “he’ll be glad that you’re even speaking to him again.”

as if right on cue, you phone buzzed on the table between the two of you.

topper:

at the beach. can u pick us up? been drinking.

you shook your head and read the text to sarah. “i guess duty calls,” you mumbled. “you comin’ with?”

“i’ll go hang out with john b,” she said, a grin already working its way onto her lips as she wiggled her eyebrows. “you seem like you have some making up to do. maybe even some making out.”

your hand playfully smacked her shoulder before the two of you went your separate ways. you got into your brothers truck, not wanting to have sand in your own car, and headed down to the beach they typically went to. it was a lot more crowded than usual.

the car locked as you hopped out and began to search for the boys. the sun was still blazing down, the humidity rising, and the heat making your skin feel sticky. luckily, you still had your swimsuit on which allowed a little bit of a breeze to hit you. you adjusted your cap a little more to shield your eyes and took off your shoes to walk easier.

kelce and topper were the first ones you spotted. they were wearing their signature bright shorts with sunglasses rested on top of their heads. they were throwing a football back and forth at the shallow end of the water. you scanned the nearby area and found a familiar set of towels sprawled out.

there was jack, one of your brothers college friends, with all of their belongings. he was laid on his stomach with his arms under his head probably sleeping. ruthie was laid next to him tanning. you glanced around, attempting to locate the last one. and when you did, your heart clenched a little.

rafe was standing at the bar, leaned against the counter talking to the girl standing behind it. you recognized her instantly. her name was sofia. rumors spread last summer that they were a thing for a couple of months.

she had a wide, friendly smile on her face as she poured a drink into a glass cup. as if he could feel someone staring, he looked around, freezing when he noticed you. there was a moment where the two of you just stood still and stared at each other. then without warning, he left sofia and made his way over to you.

he pushed his sunglasses on top of his head and gave you a gentle smile. you were the first to break the silence. “hi,” you said softly.

“hi,” he repeated. he didn’t have that same softness or warmth in his tone. “so what? finally decided you wanted to talk to me?” his words were slightly slurred.

“you are really drunk, rafe,” you pointed out, eyes never leaving his. the blue in them was almost gone with how blown out they were.

he huffed out a laugh. “barely even had anything,” he said, though you both knew it was a lie. “why’d you come?”

“topper said you guys needed a ride,” you replied honestly. “i also wanted to apologize to you. we don’t need to have this conversation now though. we can wait until you’re able to think straight.”

“yeah?” he almost sounded sarcastic, but the bigger part of him didn’t want to make you feel any type of way. he was just happy to hear your voice again. “i’m fine. i’m practically sober.”

you nodded with a slight frown. “i’m sorry, rafe. i wasn’t thinking and topper had really hurt my feelings. i took that out on you and that wasn’t right,” you apologized. “i was also just scared because i’d never seen him that mad at me. either way, i still shouldn’t have blamed you.”

he carefully took in your words and nodded slowly, glancing around. “i jus’ don’t get why i was your first choice to blame. never once have i given you a reason to not trust me. why would i do some shit like that to you?”

your heart ached slightly hearing how upset he actually was. “i don’t know what i was thinking.” the tip of your nose started to burn, the feeling you always got before crying. “i’m really sorry. i do trust you and i do believe you. i overreacted and took out my frustration on you.”

there was another beat of silence, one that made your skin crawl and had you shifting your weight to one foot. “i forgive you,” he replied, voice unwavering and firm.

“what?” you asked before you could stop it from coming out. “you’re supposed to be more mad at me or something or tell me you hate me for treating you like that.”

a soft laugh escaped his lips. “i could never hate you,” he whispered, loud enough that you still caught it. “i really fuckin’ like you. not talking to you has only made that more clear. and hearing that you started talking to enzo? i felt like— like the biggest fuckin’ loser. and i lost you to some douche jus’ because i didn’t have the balls to tell you how i felt.”

your heart began to race in your chest at the confession. “rafe. i— you—“ you stuttered trying to find the right words. “you’re drunk right now. you don’t mean that. we should talk when tomorrow or something.”

and he was. he’d gone way past his limit that he tried to abide by any time he was out. “what if i do?” he muttered lowly. “i’m tired of jus’ acting like none of this means anything to me. and if you don’t feel that way, like you jus’ wanna be friends, that’s okay. i can do that for you. i jus’— i can’t go another year without telling you. it physically hurt to not have you these last two weeks.“

you bit your bottom lip as your eyes searched his. there was nothing in them but sincerity. doubt filled you as you began to think about what you’d seen when you first arrived. “but what about you and sofia?”

his face scrunched up in confusion. “me and—“ he thought for a second before shaking his head. his hands twitched at his side like he wanted to reach out and hold you. “no. there’s nothing there, hasn’t been in almost a year. i jus’ want you. it’s always been you. you have no idea how much you and the time we’ve spent together has meant to me.”

you didn’t even know what to say. the way he was staring at you, the look of love in his eyes as he loomed over you, it made your knees weaken and buckle slightly. “i like you too, rafe. a lot,” you admitted, heart thumping against your sternum like it was about to explode. “and i’m really sorry for ignoring you.”

his eyes lit up as his eyes scanned over you. he almost thought he was dreaming. you looked like heaven standing right in front of him. “i really wanna kiss you right now,” he muttered, eyes drooping slightly as he stared at you.

you chuckled softly, adjusting your hat so it’d cover your blush a little. “as much as i’d like that, you know we can’t. what if topper or ruthie sees?”

rafe shrugged as if it weren’t a big deal. “let ‘em.” he grabbed your hand eagerly and brought you away from the main beach area and closer to where snacks were sold. where there was a wall that would block the sight from your brother and his nosey girlfriend.

his hands found your waist, pulling your body flush against his and quickly pressing his lips to yours. he could feel you smile against his mouth and he leaned further into you, practically folding you backwards. his grip tightened on you before it slowly moved down to your hips, squeezing lightly. you gasped in surprise, allowing him to deepen the kiss and run his tongue over yours.

your hands rested on his chest and you stood on your toes in a useless attempt to match his height. you felt his hands travel down to the globes of your bottom. you giggled against his mouth and caught his wrists to stop his movements. “at least take me on a date first,” you joked in a whisper.

he pecked your lips again. his own were puffy and red, his cheeks flushed pink, and his eyes drooping slightly as he stared at you like you were the only person in the world. “done. i’ll pick you up at 6 tomorrow,” he mumbled, completely drunk off of you. “i’ll do whatever you want.”

“you planned it out that quick?” you laughed.

his head nodded, kissing down your neck lovingly and smiling at your infectious laughter. “mhm. got it all ready in my head. wear whatever you want, just make sure it’s something comfortable.”

you could feel butterflies swarm your stomach as you wrapped your arms around his neck and allowed yourself to relax in his arms. a content sigh left your lips just before he gave you one last soft kiss. “we should go back,” you muttered, your foreheads resting against one another.

he closed his eyes and nodded slightly. “yeah,” he agreed in a whisper. “i guess we should.” his lips pressed to your temple before letting you go and walking side by side with you over to where the two were laying.

topper and kelce noticed instantly and began to make their way back to the group. your brother immediately engulfed you into a hug. “you came!” he said happily, as if he wasn’t the one who’d texted you.

“wow,” you mumbled to yourself. “how much did you drink?” he could barely walk, his breath smelled of alcohol, his eyes were slightly red, and he had a permanent dopey grin on his face.

he waved you off and slung a bag over his shoulder carelessly. “obviously not enough if ‘m still walkin’,” he joked, words slurred and barely distinguishable. kelce wasn’t much better, he was just less vocal about it.

“have you put on some weight? i remember you looking better in a bikini,” ruthie blurted out, staring at you as you folded her towel up and placed it into her beach bag.

“dude. what the fuck is your problem?” rafe budded in, eyeing her with that quiet authority that made her shut up.

a slight frown etched into your lips. “no. i have not,” you deadpanned, fully ready to leave now.

she shrugged and gave you a fake smile before dropping it immediately and handing topper her stuff to carry. you began to lead them all to the truck, glancing behind you every now and then to make sure none of them fell over and knocked out.

when you finally arrived, they all threw their stuff into the bed of the truck and got in. kelce, jack, and topper sat in the back with ruthie on his lap, meaning rafe sat in the front with you driving.

it was quiet for the most part, all of them too tired and drunk to really talk about much. you listened to whatever playlist your phone decided to shuffle and lightly tapped along on the wheel. you couldn’t shake the feeling of rafe’s stare though.

“you know, you look really good without a shirt on rafe. you should keep it off a little more often,” ruthie said from the back out of nowhere.

topper let out an awkward chuckle. “yeah, it’s not like i’m sittin’ right next to you or anythin’ babe.”

“i’ve told you that you look hot without a shirt on plenty of times before,” she replied a little frustratedly. “i’ve never told rafe. i just wanted to let him know.”

you spared a quick glance at rafe but he looked unfazed. he didn’t even reply to her, just closed his eyes and tried his best to find sleep for the rest of the ride.

there was an awkward, tense silence for the remainder of the time spent in the car. and once you all got to your house, everyone went their separate ways. as in most of them falling asleep on the couch.

—

5:57 pm rolled around much quicker than you’d have liked. your nerves were going through the roof as you finished up your makeup and took the clips out of your hair. it was loosely curled with the front pieces perfectly framing your face. you wore a simple white dress with big orange and yellow flowers across it than ended just above your mid-thigh.

you had never felt more confident in something. it fit you perfectly, hugged exactly where it should to flatter your body, yet it still flowed towards the bottom to give your legs room to move. you paired it with some white wedged sandals and made your way downstairs.

6:00 pm and there was a knock on the door. it was like rafe to be this punctual. you opened it up and stepped outside. his jaw dropped slightly. it made you giggle. “wow. hi gorgeous,” he greeted with a smile, offering you a hand. he was wearing a simple white button up shirt with the first few undone, and khaki shorts.

“hi handsome,” you returned the smile and placed your perfectly manicured hand in his. he led you to his truck and opened up your door, waiting until you were secured in to close the door and hop into the drivers side.

a light blush coated his cheek as he put it in reverse and used one hand to turn the wheel while the other found its place on your thigh. the conversation flowed easily between the two of you. it covered various topics like how your day went, how you were feeling, what your thoughts were on the new show you’d started binging, anything that came to mind.

the route began to look familiar. he was coming close to the parking lot of the more expensive looking beach that most locals didn’t know about. a smile began to form on your lips as he pulled in and put the car in park.

he opened your door and grabbed your hand to help you out. “you look breathtaking,” he complimented, twirling you around before begin to lead you towards the sand.

“thank you,” you smiled. “you clean up nice yourself.”

rafe shrugged and grinned. “what can i say,” he said teasingly. “had to make sure i didn’t disappoint.”

you laughed and held onto his hand a little tighter to make sure you didn’t trip. “you? disappoint me? never.”

“that’s good to know,” he replied, smiling to himself as you two approached the cutest set up you’d probably ever seen.

there was a blanket laid out in the sand, string lights surrounding it, a small table in the center with flowers and plates, and some throw pillows perfectly arranged.

you stopped in your tracks, lips parting slightly in shock as you stared at it. he noticed immediately and paused along with you. he had a soft smile on his face as he watched your eyes light up. “do you like it?” he asked almost sheepishly.

you glanced at him then back at the setup. “rafe, this is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me,” your voice cracked slightly.

he chuckled under his breath and moved to wrap his arms around you to keep you from crying and messing up your makeup. “you deserve it,” he muttered into your hair. “and so much more.”

his body felt warm against the slight breeze that washed over the beach as the sun began to set and cast a pretty glow over the sand.

once he was completely sure you weren’t going to break down in tears, he pressed a kiss to the side of your head and brought you over to sit on one of the cushions. he draped one of the blankets over your shoulders and sat across from you.

“this is really nice of you to take the time out of your day to do this,” you said gratefully. “i appreciate it more than i can even express.”

he waved you off. “you know i’d do anything for you.” his gaze was soft and fixed on yours. “you’re the most perfect person i’ve ever seen.”

your face blushed a deep red. “stop it.” you leaned forward and wrapped your arms around his neck, the fabric of the blanket keeping you nowhere near as warm as he did.

he gladly took you into his big arms, carefully flipping you over with ease so your back was against the ground and your head rested comfortably on a pillow. his weight leaned into yours as if he were your own personal blanket.

the two of you laid like that for a minute or two, just basking in the closeness of one another. “i wish things could be like this all the time,” you mumbled into the crook of his neck.

he pressed a kiss to your forehead and rolled off of you and onto his side so he could face you, his upper half propped up on his arm. “they could,” he said as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

your brows furrowed as you turned your head to look at him, a soft breathy laugh escaping your lips. “yeah right. if only it was that simple.”

he didn’t say anything for a minute. his gaze traveled down to his hands like he was nervous. “i told topper.”

your heart dropped to your ass. you were so fucked when you got home. “what?”

“i told topper about us,” he replied softly. “i don’t wanna hide anything from anyone. i jus’ wanna be able to be with you.”

a blush creeped up your neck at that, but the bigger part or you was still extremely anxious. “what did he say? was he mad?”

he shook his head. “no. even if he was, he’d get over it. he can’t really do anything about it since he dated sarah,” he reassured. “he basically said he’d rather it be me than anyone else.”

you couldn’t help but smile at that. thinking about no longer needing to hide your feelings from everyone. it felt amazing. “i’m surprised he didn’t throw a fit.”

“he almost did,” rafe chuckled softly as he thought back to it. “but then again, i didn’t say shit when he dated my sister. all he asked was that we keep the pda to a minimum around him. said he doesn’t wanna think about you doin’ gross shit.”

you chuckled. that sounded exactly like topper. “thank you for telling him,” you said gratefully with a smile. “and thank you again for setting this up. this is really beautiful.”

he brushed it off. “don’t need to thank me,” he mumbled before pressing his lips to yours. his hand found your hip, maneuvering so he was planked over top of you to keep himself from crushing you.

butterflies formed in your stomach as your arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him down a little further so he was closer.

his legs were slotted between yours and you could feel his hips pressing into yours. he swallowed down the soft whimper that escaped your lips.

he kissed you like he would die without you, like he was drowning and you were the only supply of air. it had your head spinning and your legs squeezing at his sides.

he pulled away for a moment to catch his breath. “i told top you were sleepin’ over at my place tonight.”

you giggled, both of your soft pants mixing. “a little presumptuous, don’t you think?”

he rolled his eyes at you. “get your mind out of the gutter, yeah?” he teased, though his words had no real bite. “jus’ thought we could have a movie night or something.”

“right,” you said playfully, pulling his back down to kiss you again. you knew this was a date and maybe there should be a little more talking, but all you wanted to do was just keep kissing him. one of his hands came up to cradle your jaw while the other came to rest under the back of your thigh, hiking it up over his hip.

your body tensed for a moment. you could feel every inch of him against your clothed cunt, making you hold onto him a little tighter and whimper into his mouth.

he swallowed it down again and pulled back once more. “baby, we gotta stop,” he muttered breathlessly, his pupils blown wide. within a second, he was crawling off and laying beside you.

you sat up quickly, thinking it was something about you. “what? why?” the concern was evident in your voice as you watched him. “did i do something wrong?”

“no,” he answered without hesitation. “no ‘s not you. i don’t think i’m gonna be able to stop if we keep going,” he admitted, still trying to catch his breath.

a subtle grin stretched across your lips. you felt a sense of satisfaction at that. “maybe i don’t want to stop,” you said sheepishly, part of you hoping he wouldn’t reject you.

he turned his head so he could look up at you. “what?” he asked, both shocked and in disbelief.

“i think i’m ready,” you replied just above a whisper. your fingers nervously played with your rings as his intense gaze bored into you. “i want it to be you.”

his eyes visibly lit up at that. “you sure, sweetheart? i don’t want you to feel pressured into anything.”

you nodded. “i know. and i don’t. i want this.” after he made sure you were serious, the two of you began to head towards the car.

wedges started to feel like a really bad idea now. the sand was making it harder to walk, the ties were cutting into your ankles, and the strap near your toes were rubbing uncomfortably against the side of your foot. it had you walking at the pace of a snail.

you stopped abruptly, rafe pausing with you immediately. “what’s up?” he asked, a hint of worry in his voice.

“my feet hurt,” you whined. before you could even lean down to take them off, he was already doing it for you. he carefully untied them and helped you step out of them.

and when he finally stood again, he held the shoes in one hand. “hold on to me,” he muttered, which you did. your arms wrapped around his neck while his free one slid behind your knees and lifted you up, carrying you bridal style all the way to the car with one arm.

the act alone made you think things that would probably have others thinking you’re insane.

the drive to his house felt like a blur. the only thing keeping you sane was his warm hand resting just above your knee and your favorite songs playing on the radio. he hadn’t spoken much the whole ride. his hand was evidently white-knuckling the wheel.

but once you got to his room and the door was locked, he was all over you. his lips were on yours in the blink of an eye and his hands slipped down behind your thighs to life you up so your legs could wrap around him.

he carefully and blindly navigated his way to the bed and slowly laid you down onto it without breaking the kiss. his lips pecked yours hurriedly before leaning up to take his shirt off, trying to keep himself from overheating, then leaning back down to kiss you.

your hands trailed down from to shoulders to gently trace over his defined abs. a soft groan slipped past his lips when your nails lightly scraped the sensitive skin.

the hem of your dress bunched at your hips, making is easier for him to slide it off of you and admire you for a minute or two. “you’re so fuckin’ perfect, baby,” he mumbled. except his eyes weren’t fixed on your body now, they were only on your face.

you could barely think straight, barely even register his words when he looked like a walking sin above you. and somehow, he was all yours.

his lips finally came back down to suck and kiss at your neck, leaving light purple marks so everyone knew you belonged to him. they’d only last a day or two, but he left them low enough they’d be hidden under the hem of a normal t-shirt. in a going out top? they’d be perfectly on display.

your hand trailed down to his shorts as you slowly began to palm him over the fabric. you could feel how hard he was already. that made you more aware of how your underwear was sticking to you uncomfortably.

a whimper echoed through the room when he sucked on your breast, his hand gently massaging the other. you were grateful now more than ever that sarah was out with john b.

you carefully slipped your hand beneath the waistband of his pants and boxers and began to slowly pump his length just enough to make his hips buck up. “shit, angel. feels so good. hands are so soft,” he managed to choke out.

a satisfied smile washed over your face. he was quick to wipe that look of your face when his hands ran over trailed down your stomach and into your underwear. you couldn’t help but moan, face scrunching up when he began to rub slow circles over your clit.

“not so cocky now, huh?” he teased low into your ear. the rasp of his voice made your stomach flip with something stronger than need.

this was now a competition between the two of you. your hand closed a little tighter just to add the slightest bit of pressure around him, making him let out the most heavenly sound you’d ever heard.

“got anything to say now?” you teased, lowering your voice like he did to sound as seductive as you could. it was cut short when one of his fingers breached your hole and his lips closed around your nipple. “oh fuck!” you cried out.

you could feel his smile grow against your skin and his fingers begin to pump a little quicker inside you, his thumb rubbing at your clit. “you don’t wanna play his game, sweet girl,” he mumbled, pressing one last kiss to your breast and pulling your arm away from him to pin by your side. “i’ll always win.”

his lips left tender kisses down your stomach and to the hem of your underwear. he eagerly dragged them down your legs and spread you open for him, throwing your legs over his shoulder and kissing at your inner thighs.

“stop teasing rafe. it’s not fair,” you pouted. your eyes were half-lidded and blown out with lust and love.

he chuckled softly. “whatever you want baby,” he rasped low before his tongue was lapping up your juices and sucking at your clit.

your hands instinctively flew to his head and bit your lip to keep yourself from being too loud. you could already feel your body begin to tense up as sparks ignited. “baby—“ you choked out when he gently pushed a finger inside you. “it’s too much— fuck, ‘s too much.”

“i know sweetheart, i know,” he cooed, the tip of his finger prodding at that sensitive spot deep inside of you. “jus’ gotta open you up for me. relax, ok?”

your back arched off the bed when his mouth was back on you and he was now pumping two fingers into you. your manicured hands scratched at his scalp. “oh my— oh fuck! ‘m so close, rafe. so so close,” you whimpered, eyes squeezing shut as a tear rolled down your cheek.

he didn’t stop. if anything, he began to pick up his pace. his free hand grabbed ahold of one of yours and intertwined your fingers so you could squeeze as hard as you needed to ground you.

you felt your stomach tighten almost instantly and your legs begin to shake. a borderline pornographic moan left your lips as you came undone, squeezing his hand hard and crying out.

once again, he didn’t stop. “such a good girl, takin’ it so well,” he mumbled before devouring your cunt again.

“rafe! baby— ‘s too much,” you slurred, completely drunk off of him and the pleasure he was giving you. another knot formed as quickly as it left. “please.”

you thrashed against his mattress but he used the hand that was holding yours and draped his arm over your hips to keep you pinned to the bed. “jus’ one more, baby. gimme one more.”

he coaxed it out of you within another minute. you were in full tears now, completely smudging your mascara everywhere. “no more. please, can’t take anymore,” you whined through sobs of pure pleasure.

he lapped up the last of your juices and carefully withdrew his fingers. “did so good for me,” he muttered as he kissed up your stomach and wiped at your tears. “y’look so pretty like this.”

you gazed up at him with wet eyes and a soft pout on your lips. your body was still shaking with the aftermath of the last two orgasms he’d brought you to.

your hands slowly trailed down to his waistband and tugged at it eagerly, hoping he’d get your message and fulfill your wish. thankfully he did and he tugged off his shorts and boxers.

“you sure you wanna do this?” he asked, his voice gentle and full of tenderness. “we can wait. whenever you’re ready, it’s completely up to you.”

you shook your head in response, thoughts consumed with him. his scent and the way he was looming over you was so intoxicating. “don’t wanna wait. i jus’ want you.”

he huffed out a breath of air and leaned his head into the crook of your neck to hide his blush. “can’t say shit like that, sweetheart.” he began to place more gentle kisses to the skin over your collarbone while one hand rested on your hip, his thumb rubbing comforting circles into it.

“please,” you begged, wanting him to stop playing games with you. part of you was terrified. the other was extremely needy for him.

he finally leaned back up and reached down between the two of you to take his length into his hand. your hips jerked a little when the tip of him ran through your folds and bumped at your clit. “need you to relax f’me ok?” he placed a kiss to your cheek.

you did everything but. you wanted this, of course you did, but part of you began to panic. “rafe?” your nails dug into his shoulders.

he halted his movements immediately. “yeah? what’s up?” he asked, voice soft and concerned. he had that same slight furrow in his brows whenever he thought too hard about something.

“is it gonna hurt?” you questioned quietly, like it was embarrassing to ask.

his expression softened and he gave you a reassuring smile. “maybe a little bit, but ‘m gonna try to make it as painless as i can. i promise,” he said before pressing his lips to yours to seal his vow. “sound okay?”

you nodded sheepishly. “i’m scared,” you whispered against his lips. your lip wobbled the slightest bit and you felt your heart pick up its pace.

“i know,” he replied with that same soft smile. “we don’t have to keep goin’ baby. nothing will change if we don’t do this.”

“i want to,” you confirmed for the last time. “i wanna do it, i’m jus’ scared.”

he pressed a long, loving kiss to your lips when he noticed your eyes gloss over. “i’m gonna take care of you, ok? you just gotta relax and trust me. i know it’s hard,” he whispered as if he didn’t want to break the peace around the two of you. “and if you wanna stop at any point, you tell me and i will. even if it starts to hurt a little, you tell me and i’ll try to make it better for you.”

“okay,” you smiled almost nervously and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down the slightest bit so you could reconnect your lips. the kiss was more delicate this time. he was no longer consuming you like you were his last breath, but instead, allowing his tongue to explore the wet cavern of your mouth and massage it with his own.

it was enough to distract you temporarily from the head of him prodding at your dripping hole. one of his hands was propped up by your head to keep himself up while the other that was just lining himself up was now rubbing slow circles over your clit. it made your legs twitch a little as sparks slowly ignited in your nerves.

you whimpered into his mouth when he slowly began to push inside of you, your arms tightening around him to hold his body closer to yours. it made you feel safer for some reason.

you pulled away to let out a choked gasp at the unconscious stretch. rafe was huge. you didn’t have much to compare him to but he was very obviously on the bigger side. even just the tip was enough to make a tear roll down your cheek.

he carefully wiped it away and kissed at the rosy skin there. “i know baby, i’m sorry,” he whispered sincerely. he rubbed a little quicker at your clit and pushed in a little more. “doin’ so good. takin’ me so well, angel.”

“hurts,” was all you could muster up. your teeth sunk into your bottom lip as your nails did the same to his back.

a groan rumbled in his chest as he nodded. “it’s okay. just keep breathing for me,” he cooed, gently pressing into you further. your eyes traveled down to where the two of you connected, but didn’t stay there long. “eyes on me, pretty girl.”

you could feel your legs tremble at how much he was stretching you. “you’re so big, rafe,” you whined.

he huffed out a small satisfied breath. “yeah?” he teased playfully. “feel so good around me. so fuckin’ tight and warm. you’re like heaven.”

a soft moan slipped past your parted lips. once he pushed in a little again, you could only feel the pleasure. “oh! more. please.”

he smiled and let his head fall to the crook of your neck, lightly sucking at biting at your pulse point. without warning, he slowly pushed his hips forward until they were flush against yours.

you gasped and raked your nails down his back. “fuck! babe—“ your legs began to shake and you squeeze your eyes shut. “you’re so deep.”

“doin’ okay?” he asked, peppering your face with kisses. you nodded eagerly and clenched around him unintentionally. he let out the most beautiful moan you’d ever heard. “holy shit. can’t do that to me sweetheart.”

you could feel the head of him bullying your insides and making a new home deep in your stomach. it almost felt like he was in your throat.

he slowly began to pull back a little just before sliding back into your tight heat. you could feel another tear escape and slide quickly down your hot skin.

once he was sure you weren’t in anymore pain, he began to speed up the slightest bit. “so fuckin’ tight baby,” he moaned against the shell of your ear. “what did i do to deserve you?”

on his next thrust, he hit a particularly sensitive spot inside you that had you squeezing around him so hard he thought he might come right then and there. with how hard you were scratching at his back, you were stunned there hadn’t been any blood yet. “i don’t— i don’t think i can take it.”

“yes you can, angel,” he muttered as he pulled out slightly and pushed right back in, slightly knocking the breath from you. “greedy little pussy’s just suckin’ me right back in.”

his hands found the back of your thighs and hiked you legs up over his hips to open you up more for him. the new angle literally had you seeing stars. he lifted his head for a moment to glance down at where the two of you connected but something else caught his eye.

“holy fuck,” he practically moaned. he grabbed your hand and dragged it down to rest over your lower belly where you could feel the head or him protruding under the skin there. “see that baby? so fuckin’ deep inside you i can see myself in your stomach.”

that pulled a whine from the depths of your throat out. “faster, rafe. please.”

he obliged almost immediately. he slowly worked up to a faster pace to get you used to the feeling. you could feel each inch of him, each vein, everything. it made the knot in your stomach form a lot quicker than you’d have liked. especially with his hand still rubbing at your clit.

“still with me, pretty girl?” he asked, leaning up so he could get a better view of you. when you didn’t answer, he placed his free hand around your neck and squeezing lightly to gather your attention again.

you nodded, hands coming to wrap around his wrist as a string of moans left your lips.

“use your words,” he muttered. it was extremely hard to when his cock when plunging deep inside of you over and over again. “need to hear you say it.”

“ye-yes! yes, ‘m here,” you babbled out, crying when he hit that spot again.

he grunted through his teeth when you squeezed around him, sucking him back in each time he pulled back. “feel so perfect. like this fuckin’ cunt was made for me.”

“oh my god— i can’t,” you squeezed your eyes shut and held onto his wrist a little tighter. your legs began to shake and his thrust sped up ever so slightly.

his thumbs pressed into the sides of your throat gently. “yes you can, baby. let go. let me feel it,” he whispered against your temple. “i’m so close. gonna come inside this little cunt, fill you up and keep you stuffed full of me. how’s that sound, baby? sound good?”

you nodded eagerly, barely even paying attention to anything. “so good. so so good.”

he laughed softly to himself. “look at you. can barely even think straight. am i fuckin’ you that good?” he teased as his hand went over your stomach and pressed down on the bulge that reappeared every time he thrust into you. “want you to feel me in here for days. wanna make sure you can barely fuckin’ walk.”

“yes! please!” your legs shook and tensed repeatedly as your high washed over you. a loud string of moans slipped through your ‘o’ shaped mouth, eyes squeezed shut, nails digging into his wrist, and your hole clenched around him.

“shit baby,” he moaned, his thrusts slowing just slightly as to not overstimulate you too much. “fuck. ‘m gonna come. gonna let me fill this pretty pussy up?”

you nodded eagerly, squeezing at his wrist a little tighter. “mhm. want it so bad,” you cried. tears strolled down your cheeks as he helped you ride out your high until his hips stuttered.

his lips parted, soft pants escaping as he pressed into you and emptied himself inside of you. “good fuckin’ girl,” he muttered. he removed his hand from your throat and used it to wipe at your tears. “takin’ it so well.”

he placed gentle kisses to your cheek, his heart pounding against his chest with a bit of exhaustion. he finally moved off of you after a couple of minutes so he could sit beside you. his head was leaned back against his headboard with his eyes shut.

almost instantly, you missed the warmth of his touch. you mustered up the strength to lift yourself from the bed and crawl into his lap with one leg on either side of each of his.

his hands came to rest on your hips like it was second nature. “feel okay?” he asked softly, pulling you in closer so your chest was flush against his.

you nodded with a dopey smile. “mhm. i’m great,” you hummed in satisfaction, your nails gently tracing shapes into his chest. you could feel him grow hard again beneath you.

“yeah?” he returned your smile and pecked your lips lovingly. “wasn’t too rough with you, was i?”

“no,” you replied honestly. “i liked it. everything.”

something along the lines of proud and a bit of pride bloomed in his chest. “good. i’m glad to hear it.”

with his length resting perfectly against your clit, you felt tiny shocks run through your bloodstream. it was making it extremely hard to focus. you sat up a little straighter and took him into your hand, lining him up with your entrance, then slowly sinking down onto him.

you let out a soft moan at the new angle. there was no discomfort this time. maybe because you’d already had him rearranging your guts. or because he was staring at you like you’d just hung the stars one by one.

“want you to be mine,” he muttered just before peppering kisses to your collarbone. “want you all to myself.”

you nodded, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth. “all yours, rafe,” you echoed.

there was something more tender about this than the last position. maybe because you’d already had guys were so close to one another. or because your hearts were practically against each other and beating in sync. or maybe because you two looked at the other with the same amount of love and affection.

things weren’t perfect, but with the way things were going, you were sure they’d get there. and for now, you were happy with things. it was your perfect little bubble.

you had rafe and he treated you like a national treasure. that was all you could ask for.

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you stood in a mirror for a minute too long, adjusting the hem of your shirt, fixing any loose strands of hair, touching up any makeup that didn’t look right. part of you felt like you needed to look perfect to keep him. it was obvious that he was already losing interest.

the two of you sat in rafe’s truck with no exchanged words. the only sound was the soft blow of the ac and whatever song was playing on the radio.

his words plagued your mind like a disease. it was replaying over and over again. was enzo really who you wanted? did you actually want to do these things with him or were you doing it because you liked the idea of someone wanting you?

and if you did like him, why go to rafe for all these lessons and not him? you’d get embarrassed, sure, but your brothers friend was right. the right person wouldn’t care about any of that. they’d be honored. would enzo really stay with you once you gave yourself to him completely? should you actually need to ask yourself these questions if he was genuine?

you felt like you were in a cage, begging to get out. was this a mistake? you gazed out the window as if the trees passing by would give you the answer. the entire situation made your stomach turn at the thought.

maybe rafe was right. maybe you were just being stupid.

a few hot tears rolled down your cheek as you bit down on your bottom lip to suppress the whimper threatening to escape. your leg bounced anxiously and your nails dug into the palm of your hands. overwhelmed was another complete understatement.

you cursed mentally when liquid collected in your nose, which meant you had to sniffle or risk it running down your face. it wouldn’t do any more harm. your makeup was pretty much off by now.

but that damn sniffle. it made rafe glance over at you. “what the fuck?” he blurted out before he could stop it, continuously looking between you and the road. “why are you cryin’?”

there was nothing to say. you just shook your head and wiped at your tears.

“hey,” his hand, gentle but firm, rested on your thigh to keep it from bouncing. “what’s wrong? somethin’ happen that i don’t know about?”

you shook your head again and let out the choked sob that had crawled up your throat.

“alright,” he mumbled to himself before busting a quick u-turn. thankfully the streets were dead.

panic settled into your bones. you couldn’t just bail on enzo. “where are we going?” you asked, voice cracking.

the look on his face was one that practically asked if you were being serious.. “i’m taking you home.”

“what? why?” you spoke quickly, almost too quickly for your liking. it was as if your mouth was moving faster than your mind at this point.

he had to stop the scoff from leaving his lips. “what do you mean ‘why’? you’re sittin’ here sobbing,” he said as if it were obvious. “i’m not droppin’ you off at some dude’s house like this.”

your hands wiped quickly at the fresh tears. “i’m fine, rafe,” you muttered, voice giving it all away.

his eyes rolled at your stubbornness. “you don’t always need to act all tough and strong, y’know. i’ve known you for years, i already know you are,” he said comfortingly, bringing his voice to a much softer tone. “it’s okay to cry, ‘m not gonna make fun of you or anything. i jus’ need something so i know you don’t need to go to the er.”

“no, i don’t. i’m fine,” you repeated. “i just have a lot on my mind.”

he watched you suspiciously from the corner of his eye, trying to keep his main focus on the road. “okay. that’s a good start. can you give me a little more now, sweetheart?”

you sighed, trying to regulate your breathing and also not focus on how his thumb was soothingly running over the skin just above your knee. “i was thinking about what you said the other day.”

rafe nodded along. “okay. what about it?” he asked, wracking his mind of everything he’d said lately incase he hurt your feelings and didn’t realize it.

“i don’t know why i’m doing this,” you replied, voice cracking once more. “i—i thought i liked him and now i’m second guessing everything and i just feel overwhelmed. but i still feel bad ghosting him.”

“if you do everything with the thought of only other people’s feelings in mind, you’re gonna hate your life,” he said, his voice firm. “you’re a person too. it’s okay to do things for yourself. especially if that includes ghosting someone who makes you feel like you’re not enough.”

you sniffled sadly. “i know but i don’t want him to hate me,” you said quietly. “and i don’t want to hurt his feelings.”

“you’ll never see him again, sweetheart,” he stated, attempting to contain his frustration. “you’re goin’ back to school soon anyway. you can say no, you don’t owe him anything.”

he was right like always. you would truly never see half of these people again. besides, it wasn’t like he would really notice your absence.

and when you finally got home, you went straight to your room and shut the door behind you. all you wanted right now was to shower, wash your face, and sleep. which is exactly what you did.

topper was out at some party meaning you had to entire house to yourself. it gave you time to clean a little bit, watch a few movies on the couch, blow your hair out, and do your skincare routine in peace with your alexa playing your favorite playlist.

it felt great. you had time to refresh everything, get yourself feeling clean, and cleanse yourself of all the negativity from earlier in the night. it was nice to feel calm like this.

until it wasn’t. you heard your brother come storming in before you actually saw him. his footsteps thundered through the house and right up to your bathroom. “are you fucking kidding me?” he spat as he flung the door open, nearly hitting you with it.

your brows furrowed and you scoffed, jumping away so you didn’t catch a nasty bruise. “what are you talking about?”

“you made out with enzo mcgovern? really?” he sounded enraged. like the thought actually made him want to commit arson on the guys house. “i thought i taught you better than that. the rule was always no boys.”

a scoff left your lips. “that’s rich coming from you, top,” you said, voice full of sass. “you’ve had three girlfriends in the last two years but i’m not allowed to talk to one guy? i’m an adult. and you’re not my dad so you can stop acting like it already.”

“you’re acting like a child right now, you know that? i do these things to protect you and in turn, you go behind my back and make out with the biggest slut in all of figure eight? the fuck is wrong with you?”

“i don’t get why you’re making this all about yourself,” you spat back. “i’m an adult, topper. i can do what i want. mom and dad don’t care about your dating life so why would they care about mine?”

he shook his head and ran a hand over his face. “you don’t get it. this isn’t about what they think. it’s about me being your older brother and protecting you. i know these guys better than you do. don’t you understand that? i went to school with ‘em, i hear how they treat girls. i’m trying to keep that from happening to you.”

“i appreciate that, i do, but you don’t get to dictate my entire life for me. you’ve set all these rules for me and its unfair. you’ve literally dated my best friend but i can’t even look at a guy? how is that right?” you asked a little more forcefully.

he rolled his eyes at you. “it’s different. i’m dating someone. you’re out here throwing yourself at that dude!”

your jaw dropped slightly. “i was not throwing myself at him! it was only a kiss. it’s not that big of a deal. he’s the one who has been all over me.”

“not that big of a deal? he probably thinks you’re just some easy, naive girl who he’s gonna joke about now whenever he gets the chance,” he snapped. “you really wanna be the punchline at every party?”

hurt flashed across your eyes as they began to water slightly. “you’re being mean, topper.”

he dismissed that. “i’m not being mean. i’m trying to stop you from making a complete idiot of yourself. from getting used, or laughed at, or even worse. do you really think enzo was gonna date you? wake up, dude. he was just tryna get in your pants. that’s it.”

you wiped at the tear running down your cheek, removing the skincare you’d just applied. “you don’t need to be so rude about it. you’re hurting my feelings.”

“yeah, well, maybe i do,” he said, his voice just a little softer when he noticed you were crying. “because apparently, nothing else gets through to you. you can be really stupid sometimes. you don’t see the things that i see. dudes like him—they don’t care about you the way you think they do. and i’m not gonna sit here while you set yourself up to get hurt just to prove you’re all grown up. you think you’re ready, but you’re not. and if i have to be an asshole to keep you safe… then fine. i can be that.”

and he walked out without another word. he left you standing there in your bathroom crying. you grabbed a tissue and wiped at the tears before heading back into your room. as much as your brother pissed you off at times, you still loved him. and no matter how annoying you thought he was, his opinion still mattered to you. seeing him so mad at you broke your heart.

you tucked yourself away into your sheets and plugged your phone up to charge. you felt sick to your stomach. it made you not even care to scroll through your socials or watch any shows.

from your room, you could hear the front door open and a few people enter. their voices were muffled but you could faintly hear topper voicing his frustrations to his best friends and probably his girlfriend too.

you weren’t sure how long you were laying in your bed, staring up at the ceiling before there was a knock at your door. you really did not want to face your brother right now. he would probably be planning to scold you some more.

but when you slowly opened the door, it wasn’t topper. it was rafe. presumably sent here by his best friend to calm you down from his hurtful words earlier.

seeing him made you livid. you grabbed his arm and yanked him inside, shutting the door behind him and locking it. “what is your problem?”

he looked taken back. “what? what do you mean?”

“why the fuck did you tell topper?” you whisper shouted, anger practically blowing steam from your ears.

his brows furrowed at you and his face scrunched up in confusion. “the fuck are you talking about? what did i tell him?”

you wanted to scream at him for playing dumb. “you told him about me and enzo! why would you do that? now he’s pissed at me and he basically hates me.”

“i didn’t say shit about you and enzo,” he replied as if it were obvious. “why would i do that?”

your shoulders shrugged. “i don’t know. why did you do that?” you asked. “it wasn’t your business to tell.”

“i didn’t say anything,” rafe said a little more firmly. he hadn’t seen you this mad since your freshman year of high school when he forgot to pick you up from cheer practice.

“then how does he know? i only told you and sarah,” you questioned, eyeing him suspiciously. “he’s really fucking mad at me, rafe.”

his gaze searched your face, his heart breaking a little at your red eyes, pink cheeks and the way your voice was cracking. “i didn’t tell him anything, sweetheart. i don’t know how he knows. if i told him, i would’ve had to out myself too and if i did that, i wouldn’t be here. i’d probably be dead,” he said genuinely. “you sure sarah didn’t tell john b?”

“yes, i’m one hundred percent sure. why would she? and even if she did, why would john b or any of them tell my brother? they don’t like him or talk to him,” you asked. “you’re literally the only one who could’ve said something.”

he could only offer a shrug. “i swear, angel. i didn’t say anything. i wouldn’t do that to you.”

“i don’t believe you,” you stated. four words that shattered his heart right then and there. he looked like a kicked puppy. “you should go.”

and for the next two weeks, rafe just wanted to die. you’d barely spoken to him or even came out when he was at your house. even your hangouts with sarah stopped being at his house, only ever yours or with the pogues. he’d seen you three times.

the first was towards the beginning when you came downstairs to get your package from your front doorstep. he had just arrived coincidentally and was walking in with the package in his hands. he’d given it to you with a gentle smile. you only replied with a disinterested “thanks” and went back upstairs.

the second was when he was dropping off sarah and picking up your brother. the pair of siblings walked inside, finding you on the couch watching a movie. your best friend came to join you excitedly while her brother said hi to you from across the room as he waited on topper. you didn’t reply, just gave him a tight-lipped smile and barely spared him a glance.

the final time was the most recent. the boys had ordered pizza and after binging while watching their favorite series, there was one slice left. once the two had fallen asleep, rafe snuck upstairs with the box in hand and knocked on your half open door.

you were laying on your stomach, scrolling through your phone when your attention was snatched away. he looked nervous and small in your doorway like he was hiding in a way. it kind of made you feel bad. but when he offered you the box with the last slice, you walked up to the door like you were going to take it. instead, you closed it in his face.

that was the last time he’d tried. he felt like a loser all over again. and most of all, he felt like an idiot for not fighting harder for you. he wasn’t sure how he’d get you back just yet, but he knew he had to and he was going to.

little filler chapter because the next one is gonna be hefty and will prob take a minute for me to write 🥲 some blogs also won’t let me tag them for some reason so lmk if it didn’t work!!

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