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Description: The rest of the Daggers noticed Jake behaving strangely all day. Eventually, when the work day is over, they decide to trail him and find out what's gotten under his skin. However none of them are prepared for the surprise they witness.
Warning(s): this is straight up tooth-rotting fluff, secret-family trope, wife!reader, let me know if I missed anything!
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Something was off about Jake. Everyone noticed it almost immediately. His usual cocky demeanour had been taken over by someone quieter, more anxious. Bradley had joked and poked fun, hoping to get a rise from Jake but he didn’t react.
By the end of the afternoon, the rest of the Daggers were beyond concerned. Something was wrong with Jake. He was first out of his seat to the locker room after dismissal and whilst that wasn’t necessarily unusual, he skipped his shower to grab his bag and keys.
They had no clue.
Less than an hour later he was waiting at the arrivals gate of San Diego International, anxiously scanning the boards, waiting to see when Flight 826 would land.
Jake had been so caught up in trying to get to the airport in time he’d not noticed the rest of his teammates lingering in civilian clothes a little way off. They kept a safe distance to avoid being spotted but the suspense and anticipation had caused Mickey and Javy to almost give them away before getting scolded by Nat to play it cool.
Jake’s hands trembled with nerves. His stomach was in knots as he waited. Dozens and dozens of other couples, families and friends reunited around him. It only made his anxiety worse.
Then it was finally his turn.
“Daddy!” that shrill, familiar cry had his heart racing. There you both were. His girls.
“Hey!” he greeted with equal enthusiasm, opening his arms to accept a long-awaited hug from you both. Jake Seresin was a proud man but even he couldn’t stop himself from shedding tears with you both in his arms.
“You have no idea how happy I am to see you both,” he admitted with a sniff, wiping at his eyes when you’d stepped apart. Your six-year-old held her arms up with a bright, toothy grin, knowing Jake would never refuse her.
“C’mere, Buttercup, have you been a good girl for your Mama?”
“Yeah!” she replied with a giggle, immediately settling to rest her head on his shoulder, playing with the chain of his dog tags.
The Daggers were all agape with shock as they watched the scene in front of them. They couldn’t hear what was being said but they realised why he’d been so different all day. It all made sense as they watched the way he accepted affection from you both.
“We’ve missed you, Jake,” you admitted with a teary smile. Jake kept one arm supporting your daughter whilst his other hand reached for her floral suitcase. Together, the three of you headed out, too enamoured with one another to notice the gawking faces of his team.
“You girls need somethin’ to eat?” he asked as you piled into his truck, securing the suitcases in the flatbed and your daughter in her booster seat.
“What do you think, Buttercup? Want Daddy to make some dinner?”
“Please? Only if Mama helps,” she replied, making you both laugh. It was no secret between the three of you that Jake was not the best cook, though he had a few key recipes that never let him down.
Now that you were with him, the world seemed a little lighter. Breathing was a little easier. He was happier just being in your company, knowing you were both safe and well.
Summary: Six years ago Jake hit your life like a hurricane. In and out in a matter of weeks. You thought after you get over the disappointment of him leaving without saying a word you’d never think of him again. But then two pink lines change your life forever. Now he’s back and still has no idea that the little girl by your side is his daughter.
Words: 4.2k
Warnings: Angst, Jake being a cheeky bastard first and then a bit of an asshole later, mentions of throwing up SMUT 18+ [oral (f receiving), unprotected sex]
A/N: Here’s the prologue!! I hope you like it! I was overwhelmed by the amount of people who were excited for this fic so I really hope it doesn’t disappoint lmao
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Sometimes you meet people and immediately know that they’re gonna have an impact on your life or play a significant role. When you first met Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin, you had no idea he would change your life forever.
“sundown and i’m feeling lifted, downtown, cherry lipstick”
dark(ish)!rafe cameron x bimbo!kook!reader, the rafe photo quality above is so bad i’m sorry, anyway, reader is very easily manipulated, she’s also a lana fan, smut under the cut — be warned!! blow jobs, p in v sex (protected), inspired by this blurb ANDDDD @proactivetypaperson my pookie
Rafe picked you up every Friday at noon to go get lunch, get your allowance, and then go spend it. After you went shopping, you would go back to his house and turn on your favorite show to play in the background while you gave him a fashion show. And after that, you broke in your new clothes by getting on your knees and sucking him off. It was the routine and you loved every minute of it.
Your friends questioned the fact that he gave you money, but you assured them that it’s normal (because that’s what Rafe told you). You told your best friend about how you gave him daily blowjobs and she said that most people don’t do it everyday, but again, you told her that Rafe said it’s what makes your relationship as healthy as it is. She just sighs and lets out a laugh, saying something along the lines of “If it works, it works, I guess.”
You never questioned where he got the money he gave you. You actually never questioned anything he did, that was one of the things he loved about you. You were too infatuated with him to question his logic.
A lot of his friends were jealous of him for dating you. You wore your tiny skirts and tops, constantly reapplying lip gloss and mascara, smiling brightly at him. They just couldn’t bear the fact that someone as mean as Rafe was dating someone as sweet and innocent as you. After hearing his friends’ complaints, his only response was that you weren’t nearly as innocent as you seemed, which only ended in more jealousy.
In fact, you weren’t innocent at all! You and Rafe had met when he was selling coke at a party and you needed some to refill your Lana Del Rey necklace, obviously. He smiled at you, taking in your outfit: a pink tube top that stopped right above your belly button and a tiny little jean skirt that started right below it. You told him you’d do anything for the powder and then pulled out a lollipop from your bra. You unwrapped it then started to suck on it with a dramatic touch, unseen in his lust-clouded brain.
You took him to a random empty room and immediately got on your knees, pulling his cock out of his pants.
“God, you’re such a little coke whore, huh?” he groaned as you immediately started to take his whole length in your mouth.
You pulled off of him with a pop, “I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t think you were cute. I’m not a whore!”
He just smiled and nodded, pushing you back onto his cock, fucking your throat until he came.
After that, it became a common occurrence. You got half price coke if you blew him? Deal! You searched for him at parties, and at the country club, and the golf course, anywhere!
You didn’t tell him you enjoyed it as much as he did, but he knew. It’s not like you were smart enough to be subtle. Finally, he asked you out, and you said yes instantly.
You two went to your favorite cafe, despite Rafe offering to take you somewhere luxurious, then went to your house. You were turning on your Ultraviolence record when a thought crossed your mind.
“Do I still get a deal on coke if we’re dating?”
He scoffed lightly, “You can have it for free if we actually have sex for once.”
You couldn’t respond. You had no clue that he actually liked you! You assumed the date might have been a pity thing, but you found the comment reassuring that he actually liked you. After all, the magazines you read religiously talk about how important sex is to a relationship.
“Is that a yes?”
“As long as you keep getting me off, you’ll never pay full-price, okay? Just don’t waste my time, if you don’t want to go out, we can stick to our former deal.”
You turned around and sat on the bed with him, “I do want to go on dates with you. I think you’re perfect.”
You leaned forward and kissed him. He grabbed your hips, pulling you on top of him, which made you squeal with surprise. You had forgotten that you weren’t wearing panties until you felt his erection against your bare core. It made you hornier than ever.
He grinned at your reaction, watching the way you immediately started grinding against him, whimpering his name pathetically, begging him to touch you.
“My perfect little slut… not a thought in your head but sex, huh?” You whimpered and shook your head no. Of course you didn’t realize it was him mocking you, you thought it was a genuine question.
Rafe had never realized it until right now, when he knew for a fact that you were completely sober, that you were really, really dumb! He always thought it was the drinks or the coke or something along those lines, but now, with your Lana Del Rey record playing in your room with pink walls, hidden report cards, and a Cosmo magazine anywhere you looked, it really struck him. He could use this to his advantage; he could get you to do anything he wanted because you didn’t know any better.
He let you grind against him for a bit longer, loving how much you whined and pleaded, before grabbing your chin and making you look at him.
“Hey, maybe if you got me a condom, I’d fuck you.” Your eyes lit up and you climbed off of him and off the bed, clawing through your messy bedside table drawer. You didn’t seem to realize that Rafe could see every personal belonging in there; vibrators, dildos, certain scandalous articles from magazines, empty vodka bottles, cherry chapstick, and finally, the sought-after box of condoms. You pulled one out, smiling at him with the biggest doe eyes he’d ever seen.
You got back on the bed and started to undo his pants. Rafe didn’t move a muscle; he wanted to see how far you’d go without any help. You pulled his cock out of his underwear, spitting in your hand and giving in a few strokes while you ripped open the condom with your teeth. You took your hand off of him and started to put the condom on him, glancing up through your eyelashes for approval.
He nodded at you, so you took your skirt off, finally revealing to him that you didn’t have any underwear on. He groaned at the sight of your glistening core. That was his breaking point. He grabbed your top, pulling it over your head, revealing that you weren’t wearing a bra either. He grabbed your hips, pulling you closer to him, then put one of your nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue and sucking lightly. You whimpered, your head falling forward onto his shoulder as he gave the other one the same treatment.
All of the sudden, he pressed his thumb against your clit, sending shock waves through your system. You moaned his name, only spurring him on, he pushed his fingers into your center, relishing in the tightness after only two fingers. You were a mess, babbling about how perfect he was, how much you adored him, things along those lines.
Rafe curled his fingers, pressing against the spongey part inside you, making you whine even more incoherent praises, and finally one he understood, barely above a whisper. “Need you inside me now.” He grinned at your comment, pulling his fingers out of your soaking cunt.
You whined, but he just said, “You’ll be fine, baby. Something will replace ‘em real soon. Open up.” You opened your mouth and he shoved his fingers down your throat without a warning, making your eyes widen slightly in surprise, then you closed your mouth and swirled your tongue around them, tasting yourself.
“Good girl, good fucking girl,” he whispered. He slowly pulled his fingers out of your mouth, watching the drool that came out of the corners. Your hips bucked at the praise, making him smile at you pitifully,
“My baby’s so cockdrunk and you barely even touched it,” you whined in response, “I know, I know. I’m working on it.” He adjusted your hips, lifting you up and lining his cock up with your entrance. He started to place you down gently, savoring how tight you were. You were whining and babbling again, begging him to move.
“Oh, baby, you have to do it yourself. I’ll help, but you’ve gotta work for it,” he smiled as you groaned his name in annoyance.
“Fine,” you mumbled, starting to circle your hips, “I have to do everything-” Your complaints were cut off when he moved his thumb back to rubbing slow circles on your clit. You were already so close when he was fucking you with his fingers, so there was no way you were going to last long.
“Rafe, I’m close,” you whined into his ear.
“Already?”
“Mhm.”
“Okay, but if I don’t come, you have to suck me off.” His words made you clench around him as you came, finally pushed over the edge. He pulled you closer, if that was possible, helping you ride through the orgasm.
“You ready to move?” he asked, laughing lightly when you nodded immediately.
“Wanna make you feel good… as a, like a thank you.” You used your knees to get off of him. Then, you pulled the condom off, before getting off of the bed and onto your knees, motioning for him to come to the edge of the bed. As soon as he was where you wanted him, you took him fully into your mouth.
You moved your hands from his knees, searching for his hands, finding one and placing it on your head, hoping he understood. He put his other hand on your head and started thrusting into your mouth at an unrelenting pace. Your eyes watered, but you never pulled away. He finally came with a string of curses and you swallowed it all, opening your mouth to show him.
You got up and grabbed your pink waterbottle off of the side of your bed, drinking a large amount before offering it to Rafe. He shook his head no, and you shrugged your shoulders. You sucked on the straw as you searched for your clothes on the ground. Rafe watched you, almost in awe, and then when you looked at him, he never could’ve prepared for what you said next, that this is what was going to start your relationship.
You sit on the kitchen counter in his t-shirt as he moves around in only a pair of shorts. You admire him, noting the faint marks of your mouth on his skin from the night before. When he turns and catches you staring at him, you immediately look away while feeling the heat creep up your cheeks.
“Are you checking me out?” He teases, and you blush hotter.
“Maybe…”
He grins before pecking your lips. “Hungry?”
“Starving.”
“Good.” He turns back to grab the prepared dish. You stifle the laughter over the day old croissant and orange juice. He grins and offers you a bite of the croissant. You take a bite and scrunch your nose at the stale texture. He frowns. “Not good?”
“Not good.” You confirm. “Stale.”
He frowns, dropping it back on the plate before he grabs you. You squeal as he tosses you over his shoulder. His hand clamps down on your thighs as he moves towards the bedroom.
“Wait, Rafe!”
“I’m having my breakfast now.”
You shake your head with a laugh but tighten your grip on the back of his shirt as he climbs the stairs. The movement gives you a perfect view of his ass, and your cheeks heat at the sight.
“You’re checking out my butt, aren’t you?”
You laugh before pinching it. “Maybe, it’s a cute butt.”
He laughs before he tosses you into the bed. You gasp as your back hits the plush mattress, and he climbs over you. His mouth finding yours.
“Rafe!” You cry out as his hands try to remove your panties. “Stop!”
“I want my breakfast,” he mumbles against your neck. “I’m starved.”
“We need to talk,” you urge as you cup his face with your hands. “Please… let’s talk.”
He groans but backs off and sits at the foot of the bed as you pull yourself into a sitting position against the pillows. You stare at him, and he stares right back until you break and look away. Heat flames your face, and he likes that he can get that kind of reaction from you so easily.
“Talk,” he says, his deepened tone sending shivers racing down your spine. “So I can finish what I started.”
You turn back to him, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth for a moment. “Well…”
His eyebrows raise as you struggle, and you roll your eyes.
“I didn’t exactly come here for sex last night…”
He tips his head, waiting for more as he leans back on his palms, his ankles crossing, and he stares at you in amusement.
“It was great,” you shrug, looking at your hands. “Don’t get me wrong. Best sex of my life, but…” You lift your head to meet his gaze. “I didn’t come for what you think.”
“Then why’d you come?”
You huff and pick at the corner of the comforter. “I came to say goodbye.”
“Bullshit.”
“Rafe!”
“I call bullshit,” he mutters with a shrug while staring at you expectantly.
“You can’t.” You shake your head. “Because I never intended for this to lead to any of it. The pogues, and that includes me, have been working to destroy you for months now!”
He rolls his eyes, a teasing smirk on his face. “You think I didn’t know?”
You roll your eyes and look away from him. He did know, you can read it on him clear as day.
“How do you think you never got what you needed until the other day?” He moves then, and his hand grips your ankle to pull you across the bed and against him. His hand moves through your hair until he is cupping the back of your head. His face a breath away from yours. “Hmm? You think those pogues got anywhere near Tanneyhill without me knowing?”
“You are lying,” you push at his chest, but his arm wraps around your waist to keep you against him.
“I know everything, Baby, all right?” He whispers in your ear. “I know every fucking thing.”
You close your eyes, and your hands ball into fists against his chest. “How?”
He shrugs. “I’m not a one man team.”
“Barry…”
“Very good, Baby.” He leans and brushes his lips across your cheek. “Now, be a good girl and give me what I want, and I’ll leave those pogues alone.”
“What do you want?” You ask, your fists pressing against his chest, but he does not move. You know it is more than a simple morning sex session. That would be too easy.
“You.”
“Why?”
He smirks, dragging his gaze over you in nothing but his t-shirt and your underwear.
You scoff and shove at him again. “No. We can’t, and you know why. You’ve lied! You’ve hurt people!”
He sighs before letting you go, and you scoot back a few inches from him. Your gazes locked on one another.
“I screwed up, all right. I’ll admit that. I hurt people, I did some fucked up things, all right! But I never hurt you. I never once did anything to you.” He groans, running his hand over his head. “I’ve done a lot of shit in my life, but loving you…” He shakes his head and looks at you. You notice the tears welling in his eyes. “That’s the one thing I’ve done right.”
“You love me?” You ask, tipping your head at him. You do not believe him for a second. All men promised love until they got what they wanted. You had learned that after watching your father and brothers for years. Your father is currently on wife number six, and your brothers have all been married, divorced, remarried, and some even divorced again.
He shrugs. “Yeah, I do.”
“Since when?”
“Since I was fourteen.”
“Rafe…” You sigh because you know exactly what he is talking about. “We were kids.”
He smiles, at ease with the conversation because he has the upper hand, and he knows it. “We were, but I knew the moment I kissed you that you were it.”
“At fourteen?”
The smile stays on his face as he reaches for you again. His arms wrap around your waist as he hauls you onto his lap. You straddle him, your lips are dangerously close to his.
“Yes, and you feel the same.”
“Oh,” you laugh. “Do I now?”
He nods, licking his lips before he leans into you. His mouth skates across your jaw and up to your temple before moving back across your cheek and stopping just at the corner of your mouth. Your heart races, and you attempt to close the small gap, but he smirks when you do and leans back.
“See.”
You roll your eyes, but you realize he is right as you grip his shoulders, and your body tingles with anticipation for when he will finally kiss you again.
His thumb brushes across your hip to dip past the band of your underwear teasingly. “So… what do you say?”
“About?”
He smirks before nipping at your bottom lip. “You become mine, and I leave the pogues alone.”
“Forever?”
“Forever. As long as you are safe, and they stay out of my way.”
You exhale, closing your eyes for a moment, and he takes the opportunity to press his lips to your skin. You groan, tipping your head back to give him better access to your neck.
“You see past all the country club bullshit, Baby. You see me, and I don’t know anyone else who does.”
You meet his gaze then, and he stares back at you letting you read him. He is being honest, and it should scare you, but it does not.
“Okay.”
He smirks before shifting to press you under him on the bed. You groan when he kisses you hungrily. His hands pinning yours against the mattress.
“I’m yours, Rafe Cameron.” You whisper when he moves his mouth to your neck. His teeth grazing one of many sensitive spots from last night.
“Mine,” he confirms before his mouth moves south, and he makes quick work to remove your underwear. They are lost on the floor as he brings your legs over his shoulders. Your eyes flutter shut, and you are lost to the world as he devours you.
Rafe is not satisfied until you are exhausted and pushing him away. His body presses against yours, and he grins, kissing you. You kiss him back, touching his arms as he pins you against the mattress.
He glances at the dresser before moving off you without a word. Confusion floods you as he moves to open a drawer. Your eyebrows scrunch together as he digs out a small velvet box.
“No,” you say quickly and sit up. Panic flares inside of you. “That is too quick!”
He laughs before nearing and setting the box down by your knee. “Relax. It’s not what you think.” He nudges it closer to you. “Open it.”
You frown at him but do as you are told, and crack the box open. Your lips part in surprise as a dainty gold chain with a small diamond pendant and a cursive R dangle from it.
“You knew…”
“I knew,” he confirms, and gently takes the box from you before freeing the necklace. Moments later, he has it clasped around your neck while sitting back with a smile on his face as he admires you. “You’re mine.”
You exhale, glancing around the room as all six faces of the pogues flash through your mind. They are never going to understand or forgive you.
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“Well, this explains it!” Barry is incredibly loud once he sees you. His dark eyes rake over you before tuning to Rafe with a shit eating grin. “Your girl is here, man.”
You fidget, hands clasping behind your back as you watch the kook and drug dealer sprawled out on the second floor deck, enjoying the spoils of their plundering.
Rafe looks up from counting cash to see you, a slow smile spreading over his features. He stands and crosses the distance between you.
“I’m glad you came.”
It does not register with you that you are holding your breath until your body forces you to inhale. A tense smile forming on your lips.
“I didn’t realize you had company,” you murmur, hand slipping into his.
Rafe glances over his shoulder to Barry, who is watching you both with a grin still on his face. “It’s just Barry.”
“Don’t worry about me, Princess. Country Club invited me.”
You nod and turn your attention to Rafe. “I’ll come back later, okay? And we can talk.”
“No,” Rafe says quickly, his hand tightening around yours. “No, stay.”
“We need to talk… alone,” you add.
Rafe smirks, his gaze dragging down the length of you before he starts to move forward and force you to walk backward. “Barry, go find something to occupy yourself.”
He laughs and stands, grabbing his can of beer before heading towards one of the doors into the house. “Whatever you say, Country Club.”
You stare up at Rafe, your nerves running rampant as he walks you back into the second floor of Tanneyhill’s main house before steering you into the primary suite. You know this is a risk to come here and be alone with Rafe. But your body carves more of his touch, and your traitorous heart wants nothing more than to own his and vice versa.
“Rafe…” You whisper as he shuts the double doors before reaching for you again. His large hand is warm on your waist. The other hand tips your face up to his. “What are yo-”
His lips find yours cutting you off, and you kiss him back before putting space between you. You bite your lip, and he stares at you. Eyebrows raising at your choice to step away from him.
“I’m not going to be that easy, Mr. Cameron.”
He chuckles, the tip of his tongue darting out to drag over his bottom lip. “Really? Because I can already tell you are going to be putty in my hands.”
You laugh, glancing behind you as you sidestep the bench at the foot of the king sized bed. “Why don’t you give it your best shot?”
“All right,” he smirks, before reaching and pulling his t-shirt over his head and throwing it to a chair in the corner of the room. “I’ll play, and I don’t play fair.”
You laugh and angle yourself to either escape past him or over the bed when he decides to charge after you.
“I’ll even give you a chance to reconsider,” he muses, kicking his loafers off before locking the bedroom door. “Because when I get my hands on you, Princess, you won’t leave this room for days.”
“Days?” You mock him with a teasing look.
“Days. I’ll count to ten, and if you are still in this room, then I win.”
“Oh,” you laugh, playing off his threat, but deep down, you know it is very real, and he intends to devour you. Your hands tighten on the back of the armchair you are hiding behind in anticipation.
“Ten…”
You cock your head, gaze dragging over this length of him.
“Nine…”
Your eyes dart to the door before moving back to him.
“Eight…” He takes one step closer, and your heart rate seems to triple in speed. “Seven…”
“And what if I want this?” You counter, you know he will not let you slip past him, and he is still blocking the door. You could get through the bathroom, but even that puts you too close to him.
He chuckles. “Six… Five…”
“Rafe…”
“Four…”
You exhale a steadying breath.
“Three…”
And here goes nothing as you slip from around the chair and try to ease around the table.
“Two…”
“Rafe!” You warn, cheeks warming as his blue eyes track you across the room. You get past the table and the second chair and start to run for the bathroom door.
His eyes narrow. “One.”
It happens fast, his arm hooks around your waist, and you are pulled off your feet. Your back meets expensive bedding and an incredibly soft mattress moments later.
“I want you.” His tone shifts and his eyes darken as he takes you in. Your hair splayed over the bed behind you, and your skin burns with anticipation. “And I’m going to have you.”
You hum, hand dragging down his chest. “Rafe…”
Rafe’s hand slides up your leg and over your shorts before moving to undo the tie on your paper bag shorts. You bite your bottom lip, watching him. He hooks his fingers around the waist of your shorts before tugging them down. Your hands are shaking as you touch his arms, nails biting at his biceps.
“I’m going to make you feel so good,” he hums before pressing a kiss to your lower belly.
“Will you be gentle with me?” You cup his face, your thumb brushing over his bottom lip.
“Absolutely not.”
You gasp as he nips at your hip. Your shorts are tossed somewhere on the floor of the bedroom, and he groans at the sight of your lacy baby blue panties. He bunches your tank top up in his hands before sliding it up and over your head. You bite your lip when he sees that you are completely bare on your top half.
“Fuck.”
“Touch me,” you beg him, guiding his hands to your skin. “Please.”
Rafe’s hands enclose your breasts, and he watches, mesmerized as he runs his thumbs over your peaked nipples.
“You’re fucking beautiful, Princess.”
You hum, arching your back and dragging the heel of your foot down the back of his leg. Your hands trail over his shoulders and down his chest to the button of his Oxford shorts. Your fingertips memorize every dip and curve of his toned torso.
“Take them off,” he commands, and you do as you are told. You take his boxer briefs down at the same time, and he springs free. Your lips part in surprise, and your thighs threaten to clench together.
“It’s okay,” he murmurs, his lips brushing your forehead. “I’m going to take care of you, okay?”
You nod, hands moving to cup his face before you kiss him. He makes quick work of removing your panties before his hand snakes between your legs.
“You are soaked, Baby.”
You groan, head tipping back as he strokes his fingers over you again and again. Your legs spread for more, encouraging him.
“That’s my girl, doing so good,” he encourages you.
You moan, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as he sinks two fingers into you, and his thumb finds your clit. Your fingers tighten on the bedding, and your other hand presses against the back of his neck bringing his face down to yours. You kiss him, moaning into his mouth as he works you into putty just like he promised.
“I’m so close,” you whisper against his lips. This is the first experience you have had where nothing but foreplay and a little touching has brought you so close to the edge so fast. “Rafe… please!”
“I know, Baby, I know,” he grunts, his head dropping, so he can watch his fingers work over you. “Taking me so well.”
“More,” you encourage. “I want more.”
He smirks, chuckling a little before withdrawing his touch. His two fingers coated in you slips past his lips, and you gasp, watching him suck his fingers clean. His eyes briefly close as he hums in satisfaction.
“Oh, my god.”
He laughs, “Not quite, Princess.”
You are no longer aware of anything outside of this moment, including the pogues and how they would feel knowing you are here and allowing this to happen. It is not even a thought in your mind.
“Please,” you beg, barely above a whisper. “Please, Rafe.”
He groans, gaze dragging over you completely naked and spread for him. His eyes focus on the slickness between your legs.
“You are the sexiest thing, hands down.”
You blush, a giggle falling from your lips before you reach for him. Your lips claim his, and he kisses you back while his hand slips between you, and you gasp as he begins to ease the tip of his length into you.
The kissing ends, and your head falls back against the bed, and he takes the opportunity to attach his mouth to your neck. His hands find yours and cage them against the bed as he begins to fuck you, and he holds true to his words, nothing about it is gentle.
Rafe pushes the glass tumbler between his palms, his head down, watching the brown liquor slosh around in the glass. He looks content, alone, but content with his evening. You watch him for a moment before crossing the floor and sliding into the booth. His head lifts, blue eyes raking over you while you are busy dropping your clutch on the bench seat and adjusting your hair to spill over your shoulder. Once you settle, you meet his gaze.
“This is a no pogue zone,” he mutters, lifting the glass to his lips and taking a sip. “You should go.”
You frown at him. “Cute, but I’m a kook. My parents are both kooks.”
“Your parents are kooks, but you are not.” He leans forward, his tone and facial features shifting to display his anger with you. “Or did you forget how you tricked me? How you played me?”
You shrug. “I didn’t trick you. I distracted you.”
It is true, you never tricked him. You never told him you were his or made him believe it. He had come onto you, and it had worked. You had distracted him.
He smirks before glancing at the bartender and lifting his glass to ask for another before he downs the liquor. You do not miss the way she tracks him for a moment before her brown eyes flicker to you, giving you a thorough once over. Great, you think as you turn back to Rafe. She is one of his bedroom buddies.
“To help those pogues. I should’ve known.”
“They are my friends.” You offer with a shrug. “It’s not like any kooks are banging on my door to make friends with me.”
His lips press into a thin line. “Then you should go. No one wants you here.”
“Fine, I’ll go,” you murmur before extending your hand to touch his. Half of you expect him to jerk out of your reach, but the other half knows he will let you touch him, even if for only a moment. “But I came to say I’m sorry that you feel betrayed. Sarah asked for my help, and after everything, I couldn’t say no. She’s my best friend, Rafe.”
He chuckles before knocking your hand away. “Everyone is always on Sarah’s side.”
You roll your eyes. “Get over yourself, Rafe. This sibling rivalry is stupid, and we both know it. You got what you wanted. You got to be king of the island. You have the keys to the castle and everything you could want.”
“Not everything.”
You frown at him. “It’s never enough, is it?”
He smirks, dragging his finger around the rim of the tumbler, watching the light refract off the design etched into the sides of the tumbler.
“I should have known not to waste my time.” You stand, grabbing your clutch before heading away from him and back towards the entrance of the country club. Before you can make it more than twenty feet down the hall, Rafe’s hand encloses your upper arm, and he hauls you into the Director’s office. Before you can utter a single protest, he shuts the door and flips the lock trapping you. His chest heaving, face tinged a little red as he stares at you.
“Why’d you have to do it, huh?” He asks, lifting his arms. “I was fucking fine! I had everything!”
You take a step back from him and bump into the desk. Pressing your hand to the top of the desk, you steady yourself while you stare in surprise. You open your mouth to ask him what he is going on about, but he prevents you from getting the chance as he continues.
“I had everything I wanted that I knew I could have!” He points to his chest. “Me! I did that!”
“Okay,” you whisper.
“And then you had to show up in that dress!” He scrubs his hand through his hair in frustration. “And now I can’t get you out of my fucking head!”
“What?”
“For someone who was the valedictorian of the Kook academy, you sure can be dense,” he mutters, and your eyebrows rise at his comment. “I want you, Baby. I told you two days ago, remember?”
“I thought you meant sex,” you supply, arms crossing over your waist. “That is all you’ve ever wanted from girls. Pure sex.”
“I didn’t with you.”
You frown, focusing on the family photos littering the bookshelf to Rafe’s left. The director is friends with your mother and is probably around the country club somewhere. She would tell your mother in a heartbeat that you snuck off with Rafe Cameron. Kildare’s rumor mill could be brutal.
“Do I need to remind you of everything you’ve done?”
He turns away for a moment before turning back to stare at you. “You think I’m the bad guy, don’t you?”
“Aren’t you?”
He scoffs before he runs his hand down his face. “That’s right. I forgot; Sarah has convinced you all that I’m bad Rafe Cameron.”
It is sad to see him realize that he will never wash away his sins. He can be king of the island and take over his family’s business, but he will always have the accusations and judgment of everyone on the island. Even with Ward confessing, the pogues and you know the truth, and you suspect others do as well. Especially Shoop.
“Rafe…”
“No,” he lifts his hands. “I get it. I’m the bad guy.”
“You killed Peterkin and tried to kill your sister. You’ve hurt so many people…” You try to remind him gently. “You nearly cost John B his future. You’ve fought my friends until they were bloody. You strangled Kiara. You came after m-”
“I get it, all right!” He yells, and you flinch. His fist collides with the wall, and you gasp. The hole is not massive, but it would need a patch. He turns back to you, his chest heaving once more, forgetting the damage once again caused by his fury. “I fucked up, all right! I know that! I do! I know that. I’ve tried to fix things. And… A-and I’m working on myself!” He gestures to the space around him, and you know he means being on Kildare again. “I’m getting my shit together, okay? I just need a chance to fix it!”
You exhale, looking away from the tears collecting in his eyes. But he does not give you a moment to gather yourself from his outburst. He closes the distance in a short breath. You tip your head back to look at him as he crowds into your space.
“I never wanted just sex. Not with you.”
“I understand.”
“That’s it?” He asks, his finger hooking under your chin while the other grips your thigh, holding you there. “That’s all you got?”
“What do you expect?” You ask, hand wrapping around his wrist. “That I fall to my knees and beg you to make me queen of the kingdom? That I forgive you for everything you’ve done these past few months.”
He laughs, and it sends a shiver down your spine. His lips brush yours briefly. “You’re the only one worthy of being the queen.”
“Rafe…”
“Take time, think about it,” he says. “I don’t want anyone else, Baby.” His lips press to yours for a deeper kiss, and you let him. You kiss him back, your body betraying you as your hands reach for him pulling him closer.
After you are nearly breathless, he steps back, smirking before tapping your chin with his knuckle. “Find me when you are ready to be crowned.”
And then he is gone. The office door closes with a muffled click, and you exhale slowly, looking down at your sneakers. How in the hell did a simple distraction become an offer for the kook kingdom?
“I can’t believe you are pimping me out to your brother,” you hiss at Sarah while you try to tug the top of the black dress up but fail. The bodice hugs too tightly to you, and even if you did manage to get it pulled up, the skirt would be too high, and your other goods would be on display.
“It’s only temporary. Nothing is going to happen,” she mutters, situating your hair and clasping the dainty sunburst charm necklace you always wore back around your neck. “Just distract him, please.”
You close your eyes and focus on the mission. Distract Rafe long enough for the Pogues to slip into Tanneyhill for the map and the diary. You blow out a steadying breath and shake out your hands.
“Let’s go, all or nothing,” you murmur before opening your eyes to look at Sarah. “Let’s do it.”
She slides the door to the Twinkie open, and you step out with her help. The height of the heels and the tightness of the skirt make it nearly impossible.
“Holy shit,” JJ mutters, his eyes shamelessly running over you. “Where did that dress come from?”
“Borrowed from a friend,” you mutter while starting to fidget with the too revealing neckline.
Sarah slaps your hand down. “Stop. You look fine.”
“You look like a high class stripper,” Kiara says, and you frown at her. “But it’ll definitely get the job done.”
“Right up Rafe’s alley.” John B gives you a thumbs up, his gaze glued to your face. Pope clears his throat while stepping closer to offer you your phone. You take it and tuck it in the almost too little pocket in the skirt of the mini dress.
“JJ will give out the all clear when we have everything.”
You quirk an eyebrow looking at the mastermind behind today’s plan. “Which is?”
“Bird call,” JJ offers. He mimics the call, and you nod once, hoping you will be able to hear it.
John B offers the rest of the plan in an attempt to ease your worry. “Meet us around the front of the house, and we’ll go back to the Chateau, okay? Beer and bonfire.”
You nod once before clearing your throat and heading toward the entrance to Sarah’s family’s property. You glance back at them. “I want someone’s shirt when this is over.”
“Deal.” Kiara laughs with a shake of her head. “You can have all their shirts if we pull this off.”
You laugh and offer one last wave before slipping through the gates. You spy Rafe near the driveway. There is a little pull off where he is tinkering with his bike. It is tucked away from the house enough that the pogues should be able to slip over the wall and into the house unnoticed.
“Hey, Rafe,” you say, softening the tone you usually used with the kook prince. His head snaps up, and he pauses wiping down the chrome side pieces. His lips part, and you do not miss the way his gaze turns greedy as he takes you in.
“What are you doing here?” He rises, tossing the microfiber cloth to the side before moving closer to you. “Sarah isn’t here.”
“Oh,” you pout a little. “She asked me to meet her here. Do you know how long she’ll be?”
He shrugs. “No telling. Could be hours. She’s off with those pogues.”
You frown, but he takes the opportunity to move closer. His eyes darken when the scent of your favorite perfume reaches him.
“You could hang out with me while you wait.”
“You sure?” You ask, reaching to touch him. Your fingers slide up the inside of his forearm. “I wouldn’t want to get you in trouble with your girlfriend.” You peek up at him through your lashes. “I know I’m just Sarah’s friend, but rumors on Kildare can be messy.”
“No girlfriend,” he says after clearing his throat. The feel of his hand around your waist has your heartbeat picking up, and you try to remain calm. Recent adventures had shown his true colors which made you nervous to be this close and practically alone with him. “You okay?”
“Umm... yeah,” you nod, shifting your weight. “Summer sunshine and a black dress don’t mix.”
“Then come into the shade,” he guides you under one of the massive trees on the property. Your back presses against the trunk, and your hand moves to his chest as he crowds you. ”That better?”
“Yeah.”
“Good,” he smirks, licking his bottom lip. “What are you doing in a dress like this? Hmm?” His fingertips skim over the neckline, down to the tops of your breasts. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in something so… revealing.”
“A party tonight. You don’t like it?” You pout, hands leaving his chest, and you attempt to step away from him.
He stops you, his arms winding around your waist to keep you with him. You are now caged between him and the tree. “I didn’t say that.”
You smile up at him, trying your best to flirt. “Good.”
“You’re fucking gorgeous, Princess.”
You swallow at the familiar nickname, trying to cover your falter at JJ’s overused nickname for you. “Thanks, Rafe. I’ve always thought you were handsome.”
He grins before dipping his head, his face hovering near yours. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” you whisper. His eyes flicker down to your lips and then back up to your eyes. “The perfect guy for a girl like me.”
He grins. “For a second, I thought Kiara had convinced you to give up on the kook life.” His fingers trail down your arm, and you shudder, stepping closer to him. The familiar scent of his cologne wraps around you.
“Rafe…”
A thud echoes across the property, and he turns to look over his shoulder at the house, but you are quicker and guide his lips to yours before he can pull away completely. You kiss him while dragging your palms down his chest. He groans, deepening the kiss. Your fingers tighten around his polo, encouraging him to continue kissing you. You moan into it, hands shaking when one of his hands drops to trail over the exposed skin of your thighs. It treks higher, and you gasp, pulling back momentarily.
Rafe smirks at you, a carnal hunger running rampant in those blue eyes that sear into your skin. “I forgot how much I liked kissing you.”
You blush, running your finger through his buzzed hair. “You remember that? We were kids.”
“A game of spin the bottle at Topper’s twelfth birthday party,” he finishes, and you blush hotter. “I’ve never forgotten about it, Princess.”
You bite your lip, and he groans at the sight.
“Come upstairs. We can get you out of this dress,” he bunches the skirt in his hand and drags it up to reveal your black lace panties as his thigh slides between yours. “Finish what we’ve started…”
You bite your lip, glancing down when his fingers brush the inside of your thigh. Goosebumps begin to spread over your skin, and you shiver, nails biting into his neck. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
“I think it’s fucking great idea.”
You meet his gaze before leaning up to kiss him. He kisses you, nothing but pure hunger and desire in that kiss. The pogues needed to hurry before you really are pimped out to Rafe.
“I want you, Baby. All of you,” he mutters before his lips attach to your throat. "I always have." You groan, eyes fluttering close when his fingers press against your panties. The fabric dampens at his touch. “So wet for me already.”
“Rafe,” you moan, squeezing your eyes shut, hips moving against his hand, begging for more. “We can’t… not here.”
“Then come inside.”
A loud caw breaks through, and you pull away from Rafe, your entire body shaking and your breathing erratic as you try to calm your racing heart.
You clear your throat, palm pressing to his chest to keep him back a step. Your phone vibrates, and you know they are getting worried. You fish it out, and a worried text from JJ that is asking you what the holdup is. “Actually, Sarah says to meet her at The Wreck instead,” you rush, hoping to get through this lie and away from him before he figures it out. “Raincheck?”
He frowns but steps back. “Sure. Don’t want to keep Princess Sarah waiting.”
“Thanks, Rafe.” You smile weakly and lean up to peck his cheek. “See you around?”
“I’ll find you at the party tonight.”
“Huh?” You turn after getting two steps away.
“Kelce’s party,” he gestures to your dress.
You nod, knowing full well you have no intention of going to Kelce’s tonight. “Right, see you then.”
You hurry across the lawn and around the house. A squeak leaves you when Kie and you nearly collide.
“Thank god,” Kiara breathes as she studies you over. You do not miss the way her eyes zero in on your red and swollen lips. “We saw him trying to devour you and were worried he kept you hostage.”
“Nope,” you shrug. “He thinks I’m going to Kelce’s party tonight, so it was my saving grace.”
JJ pulls his t-shirt off and holds it out to you. “Here, a deal is a deal.”
You take it gratefully and pull it on. It drops further than the dress and smells like him. “Did you get everything?”
“Right here,” Pope waves a rolled map at you, and Sarah clutches the diary to her chest.
“Hate to ruin the reunion,” John B starts, grabbing Sarah’s arm to tug her away from Tanneyhill. “But let’s get out of here before he figures out what we are doing.”
“He’s right, Rafe could change his mind,” you agree, and kick off the heeled shoes Sarah had put you in before collecting them. They would need to be returned to Scarlet tonight. “Let’s go.”
Everyone breaks out into a run towards the Twinkie out on the street. The seconds of escape closing in depending on Rafe’s mood, and from the way he was kissing and touching you, a sinking feeling of him changing his mind to not let you go sets in. You glance back and pause because you are right. He is right there, his eyes blazing with anger as he takes you and the pogues in. You do not miss the jaw clenching when his gaze rakes over you wearing JJ’s shirt or the way his hands ball into fists.
“Rafe…” You whisper, hands tightening on the heels in your hand.
“Hey!” Cleo yells, breaking you out of your thoughts. She is waving for you from the gates. “Come on girl!”
Not wasting another second, you turn your back to Rafe before passing through the gates and getting into the Twinkie. You would apologize later and make sure he did not lash out at you. It was Rafe, and those kisses had felt too intense for him not to care, even if it was just a little.
“Rafe saw,” you rush out. “He knows.”
“Well too late now,” Sarah mutters while passing you a pair of sweatpants that you had on originally under the dress on the way over. You pull them on before turning to let Cleo slide the zipper of the dress down. You pull it off and toss it onto the pile of heels before collapsing back into the seat.
“So…” JJ muses, flipping his pocketknife in his hand. “How bad was his kissing? Scale of 1 to horrible.”
You laugh, rolling your eyes. “Why? You planning a make out session with Rafe sometime soon?”
He mocks laughter as the others join you in laughing at his expense. “Whatever.”
“We got what we needed, that’s all that matters,” you say, ending the conversation.
summary: in which you pay jj for weed in a different kind of way.
warning(s): 18+ content, porn with little plot, use of the pet names 'sweetheart', 'babe', 'baby', slight degradtion, praise kink, fingering, dirty talk, unprotected sex and unedited work
a/n: this isn't the best but it's something i wrote to celebrate hitting 14,000 so i hope you love and thank you for supporting me i promise there is more fics to come.
"You can't tell anyone about this." You breathed out his teeth grazing your jaw before he gently nudged your head to the side to give him better access to your neck "I won't." He hummed a light smile on his lips.
"Promise?" He chuckled pulling back to look at you, his hand cupping your chin "I promise sweetheart." He leaned down his soft lips brushing against yours and just before his lips touched yours you whispered "Cross your heart." He smiled as you stared at him through your lashes.
He brought his hand up tracing an 'X' over his heart "Cross my heart." JJ whispered before pressing his lips against yours, his tongue in your mouth as you fought your dominance, he won catching you off guard as he pulled at your bottom lip with his teeth before letting it go "I would never want to ruin your good girl reputation."
His hand dragged down to your skirt flipping it up flashing him your panties that had a wet spot forming. He was too engrossed in your pussy to notice your pout "I'm not a good girl." You huffed and he raised his eyebrow at you "No?"
He asked with a mocking tone sliding your panties to the side fighting the groan that almost escaped his throat at the sight "You're not my good girl, Y/N?"
He asked though it was hard to you to focus as his fingers slid through your folds before rubbing soft circles on your clit and you let out a soft whimper.
JJ kissed jawline "Huh? You're not my good girl?" When he said it like that well you wanted to be his good girl, you wanted to be perfect for him. "I don't know." You whined when his middle finger teased your entrance.
"You don't know?" He cooed at you "You can't think for yourself ever can you?" His words are crude but the look in his eyes distracts you. "I mean you wouldn't be here if you could right, spreading your legs for some weed."
He pressed a kiss to your temple slipping his fingers inside you smirking at the way your eyes fluttered closed at the feeling. "I bet you do this often, don't you? You slut yourself for free stuff or do you just do that for me?" You stuttered for a moment, your brain short circuiting when his fingers sped up. "Huh?" He asked nipping at your throat.
"Just for you." You whimpered your hand sliding through his hair.
"Good, good." He hummed pushing your legs wider so he could get a better look at you. "You're so beautiful." He groaned "You're fucking perfect."
He pulled his finger out of you and you whimpered "Shh, Shh sweetheart, gonna give you my cock if you hush up." He put his wet finger to his lips shushing you before he slipped the finger between his lips moaning at the taste.
You squeezed your legs together at the sight taking your bottom lip between your teeth "Hey keep 'em spread" he pointed at you and you giggled ss they fell open again and he dropped his hands to your thighs caressing them, his thumb traced soft circles in the skin.
"I'll be good to you, I promise." He pecked your lips before he gripped them pulling you forward causing you to fall back on the bed "JJ" you scolded him.
"Sorry baby, you just get me all fucking needy" he hummed biting his lip, pulled your panties down your legs slipping them into his pocket when they were fully off "For later." He winked and you rolled your eyes "Touch me."
"I love it when you boss me around." He let out an exasperated moan throwing his head back his hand dropping to his belt and undoing it. He stroked his cock a whimper escaping his lips mentally taking a picture of you all spread out for him. He moved forward sliding himself through your folds, your wetness spreading on his tip humming when you clenched around nothing.
He wanted to take his time with you having dreamt of this moment forever but a part of him just wanted to having you moaning underneath him. Your hand slid up his chest "Please, fuck me."
"Anything for my girl." You didn't have time to process his words because he pushed into you falling forward a bit, he caught himself on his hand beside your head. He took a minute letting you adjust to his size "You good?" He asked his nose brushing against yours "Yeah." You breathed your hand gripping his shoulder.
He thrusted into you again one hand gripping your waist so you didn't move up on the bed too much, his eyes fluttered closed for a moment at the feeling of being inside you "You feel so good." He groaned in your ear as his hips moved into yours. Your nails dug into his skin moans slipping from your lips.
"Fuck JJ." You gasp out throwing your head back he's quick to lean to suck on your neck, his tongue trailing your warm skin.
Your skin felt like it was on fire the second he touched you and more so now with the way he thrusted into you, you were sure you'd combust.
His hand wrapped around your wrist sliding it down both your bodies "Rub your clit for me baby." His voice is smooth like your favorite songs and it only makes you so much more needy for him.
You follow his direction rubbing circles into your clit "So good at following directions even when I'm fucking you stupid." His voice sounded like strained like he was fighting the groan that threatened to slip from his throat. He buried his head into the crook of your neck moaning as his hips sped up.
The hand beside your head grabbing your other unoccupied hand, his fingers intertwining with yours as you squeezed his hand "Jay, oh god." Goosebumps erupting on your skin when his cock hit that spot inside you that made your eyes roll back, the feeling almost felt overwhelming.
Your high just out of reach but you weren't sure if you'd even be able to get there without dying. "It's okay sweetheart." He cooed into your ear pressing soft kisses to your temple.
"I know it's too much isn't it?" A tear slipping from your shut eyes unable to meet his intense stare you simple nod "Oh I know but you can take it, right? You can take me." You shook your head breathless moans.
"Look at me babe." He brought his hand up to your jaw "Let me see those pretty eyes." You opened your eyes looking up at him being met with a smile "So pretty." He hummed his thumb caressing cheek "You're a good girl right? You wanna feel good?"
You nodded quickly "So you gotta take it baby, I know you can take it, you can take it right?" He whispered, his voice encompassing you until all you felt and heard was him "Talk to me baby."
"I can take you." You whimpered and he smiled "Good girl." He pecked your lips a few times grabbing your thigh sliding it up his side as he fucked you, you felt him so deep inside you it felt like it was affecting your brain chemistry.
"You like this? You like getting fucked like a slut? I knew you would." He teased your lack of response doesn't stop him, he leaned down closer to your ear "I think you planned this out, didn't you?" He asked "You know I would've given it to you for free but no, you had other suggestions."
He was right, maybe you had purposely forgotten your wallet in your sister's car, maybe you knew that he would've given it to you for free and maybe you had taken a liking to JJ and knew that JJ wouldn't resist a invitation to get into your pants. Maybe. "No." You lied and he chuckled "I don't know sweetheart I think you're not as innocent as you look."
You don't respond knowing he was right, your orgasm approaching "I'm gonna-"
"I know, I know let it go, let it go for me." He coaxed you fucking you through your orgasm, his touch is tender and his hand never stopping holding yours. "So good." He hummed losing himself as well but holding back until you came around him.
He pulls out stroking his cock, his soft moans echoing through the room before he came on your pussy. He dropped on the bed next to you, the two of you laying there for a moment catching your breath.
"You're amazing." He said and you laughed softly "Wanna get high?" He asked turning his head towards you.
"Sure, why not."
a/n: omg did i just come back from the abyss?? this is my first smut in forever so i'm a little rusty on the whole smut thing but tell me what you think and feel free to request.
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summary: jj's cousin comes to town and attempts to get with y/n, pissing off jj in the process.
wc: 7.6k
warnings: dean turns out to be an ass, pet names (baby & sweetheart), oral (m & f), dirty talk, language, and p in v {there might be more, let me know!}
a/n💌: she's here! thank you for all your patience while i worked on this fic, hit some writers block while working on it. some of the smut might be familiar if you've read some of my old work, it's because i copied it from gentle. i will be deleting that fic and 'replacing' it with this one!
JJ Maybank couldn’t remember his childhood without Dean Maybank in it. There wasn’t a time he could recall when the nearly identical blonde wasn’t by his side. From diapers to teens, both boys spent most of their time together. Separated by only two months, the boys were practically brothers. There were mistaken for siblings nearly everywhere they went. Whenever one went, the other one was sure to follow. Their moms used to pretend they couldn’t tell the boys apart when they were little, sending both boys into a fit of giggles as they desperately tried to get their moms to remember their sons.
He was twelve when his mom left, and everything fell apart instantly. Luke turned to bottles upon bottles of alcohol to soothe the ache she left in her wake, and JJ was forced to grow up quickly. Andrew and Cecelia Maybank weren’t far behind, taking Dean with them. JJ never knew why his mom left or why his aunt and uncle followed him closely behind. But he was left alone to wonder for many nights why he was left behind.
JJ had years of practice burying the hurt and anger he felt, but as he sits across from his cousin at a table of The Wreck, he can feel the anger simmering. He’s not particularly fond of his cousin being back in town, but that’s not getting under his skin. It’s the fact that Dean has been eyeing you for the past twenty minutes.
“Wait, how long since you have been here?” Cleo asks Dean, attempting to break some awkward silence between JJ and him. Cleo slides into her chair next to Pope while she sends a welcoming smile to Dean, who sits across from Pope.
“Been a while, about seven years now.” Dean Maybank answers with a soft smile. He’s got the same blonde hair as JJ, but he keeps it a lot shorter and has dark blue eyes. They look like they could be twins.
“No wonder I haven’t met you then; I haven’t been around long.” Cleo supplies as Pope tosses his arm over her shoulder and presses a kiss to her temple.
“And Y/n?” Dean asks as he glances back over at you as you laugh with Kiara and Sarah while waiting for your order. Cleo’s lips part a little, and she spares a glance over at JJ, who has pulled his attention away from his phone at the mention of your name. His eyebrows are furrowed, and his body is tense as he stares down at his cousin. Dean doesn’t notice, his eyes glancing back at you.
“She joined the group about six years ago.” John B answers just as the three of you walk over with full hands. John B is sitting next to Dean, saving a spot for Sarah. From the look his best friend is giving him, he’s glad he sat next to Dean.
“Kiara, I love this place, but it’s so slow when you aren’t working here.” Sarah sighed as all the plates were set down and passed around. There’s a rumble of agreement at the table, and Kiara laughs loudly before sitting beside Sarah.
You slip into your spot between Cleo and JJ. JJ would never admit it out loud, but having you fall into the seat next to him and speak softly to only him sends a spark of possessiveness. He loves it when your attention is only on him.
“I got us a milkshake to share,” He watches as you rip the wrapper off the straw before pausing, eyes darting between the straw in your hand and the milkshake sitting in front of you. “They only gave us one; I’ll go grab-”
“We can share.” He grabs the straw from your hands before plunging it into the chocolate shake between you and taking a quick sip. You flush, realizing that you both will be sharing a straw. This wouldn’t bother you in any other case, but it’s JJ. You wouldn’t have thought twice about it if it had been anyone else. But something about him fills your stomach with that giddy feeling that makes you almost jittery with nerves.
His grip is still on the straw as he gives you a slight nod to take a sip. Your cheeks flush when you realize that he’s holding the drink, expecting you to take a sip like this. You lean forward, taking a tentative sip, ignoring how JJ watches you so closely. Having his eyes on you sets off that flurry of butterflies again.
“So cute, guys.” John B teases, making a heart with his hands, and your cheeks burn. You fight the urge to toss a fry at him. John B was notorious for calling out any moments you shared with JJ, which always left a hot flush on your body. Were your feelings for him that obvious? Did JJ know?
You peek over at JJ, who is flipping his best friend off.
The table is quickly drawn back into the conversation as your friends try and get to know Dean more. JJ stays quiet, instead choosing to eat and mutter things to you occasionally. You can’t help but be curious about why he avoids talking to his cousin. John B said that they used to be close, but from how JJ is acting now, you can’t help but wonder what happened.
“Y/n isn’t much of a surfer either.” Your ears perk up at the mention of your name. Sarah is giving you a pointed look indicating that you totally missed out on something.
“I was saying I’m not a big surfer,” Dean supplies at your confused expression. “Maybe we could do something else so everyone heads out to surf later.” The soft smile he sends your way makes your cheeks flush.
You open your mouth to answer, but JJ cuts you off.
“You used to surf all the time.” JJ’s tone is flat, surprising you that he finally decided to speak during this lunch. He had spent the last hour not saying a word to Dean. You glance over at him to see he’s sending an unimpressed look toward his cousin.
“Used to. Not anymore.” Dean shrugs, and you can tell he feels a little unsure around JJ, and you don’t blame him. If JJ was looking at you the way he was looking at Dean, you would feel a bit unwelcome too.
Ever the people pleaser, you send a smile over at Dean. “I would love that, Dean.”
“Dean Maybank is cute.” Sarah breathes out dramatically once all four of you are alone in her room. The boys are all at the Chateau; Cleo thought this might help JJ warm up to Dean more. You highly doubted it.
Your cheeks flush when you realize Sarah is directing this comment at you. You give a little shrug as you sit on the edge of her bed.
“Are you calling JJ cute then? Because they look like brothers.” Cleo teases as she pulls her bikini out of her bag. In front of the mirror, Kiara braided tiny pieces of her hair, laughing lightly at Cleo’s comment.
“Is that what we’re really gonna talk about right now?” You ask, feeling apprehensive about comparing the two. There’s no way you wanted to compare the two, mainly because you knew that JJ would always come out on top in your eyes.
“Yes! He seems pretty damn interested in you.”
“Maybe, but Dean isn’t the Maybank she wants.” Kiara sings songs, and your mouth parts as your sputter out a reply, but you can’t seem to deny it.
“I-no! JJ and I are just friends; we always will be.” You wanted to be sick saying these words.
“Are you serious? He looked ready to kill Dean when he asked you out.” Kiara glanced over her shoulder at you making your cheeks burn.
“He did not ask me out.”
“He made a move for sure,” Cleo called as she headed towards Sarah’s bathroom with her bikini. A sigh passed your lips just as the door clicked shut.
“Nothing is gonna happen whether he made a move or not.”
“Why not?” Sarah asked, tossing herself on her bed next to you.”
“I just-it feel wrong.”
“Because it’s not JJ,” Kiara states this like it’s the most obvious thing in the world as she finishes her hair and turns to face you. Sarah and Kiara nearly scream at the expression on your face, giving you away.
Maybe it was selfish, but JJ had been hoping you had forgotten about agreeing to spend time with Dean while the group went surfing. But here he was, watching the two of you walking up the beach and away from the group. Surfing with his friends meant you would be sat higher up on the beach immersed in one of the many romance books you owned.
Not this time. He watched as you walked away, this time as his cousin held your bag for you.
“JJ, you comin’ or what?” John B hollered. JJ sighed and headed towards the beach, aware that this was the first time in his life that he did not want to go surfing.
“It’s not a date, man; quit pouting.” His best friend mumbled, clapping JJ on the shoulder. The blond sent him an irritated look.
“But he damn well wants it to be,” The thought made JJ’s stomach tighten with discomfort. “She could want it to be.”
“I doubt it,” John B shook his head in disagreement. All the different times he had caught Y/n or JJ pining after each other had proved otherwise. But that wasn’t his place to tell. “Listen, if you like Y/n, you need to tell her. I’m not saying she’s gonna end up with Dean, but I know she won’t be single forever.”
“It’s complicated,” JJ grumbles as he rakes his hand through his hair. He needs a haircut but refuses to get one after he overhears you say you like long hair on guys. Maybe that makes him pathetic, but so be it.
“It’s really not; you’re just making it that way by avoiding telling her.”
“John B, fuck off,” JJ snaps, but his best friend knows not to take offense. “Telling her how I feel could mean losing her as my best friend, and that’s not worth it.”
“But what if telling her means you get her as your girlfriend and best friend?” John B’s words cause his stomach to flip at the thought.
“Wishful thinking, man.”
Your time with Dean was going well, and you were thrilled that you got on with him so quickly. Part of you wanted to ask, but you were scared of making a fool out of yourself if he told you no. Not that you were hoping it was; you just genuinely weren’t sure how Dean viewed this hangout.
He had taken you to a little ice cream shop, one that he said his mom used to bring him and JJ to all the time. Your heart had squeezed in your chest at the reminder that you weren’t there to watch him surf, one of your favorite pastimes. Quickly reminding yourself to enjoy the present moment, it was fair to Dean if your mind was caught up somewhere else.
“This is the best ice cream I’ve ever had; how did I not know about this place?” A quick moan of appreciation slips pasts your lips as you bite, proving your statement true. Dean laughs at your reaction, thrilled to see you enjoying one of his favorite places so much. The last time he was here was with his mom and JJ to have a quick treat after dinner. They left two days after that.
“One of the best places in OBX, hands down,” He replies, studying you with a soft fondness that you are oblivious to. Your entire focus was on stirring your ice cream to make it nice and smooth.
“Totally out of my comfort zone today,” You confess as you take another bite of the cotton candy ice cream. But the soft pink color was so pretty you just couldn’t resist. “JJ and I usually share mint chips.” Dean drops his eyes down to his ice cream at the mention of his cousin.
“Can I ask you something?” He finally asks, and you quietly hum to tell him to go on.
“Are you and JJ..?” He trails off, unsure if he should continue his question by the look on your face. You place your spoon in your bowl and sigh.
“We’re just friends,” By the shrug of your shoulders and the way you naw on your bottom lip, Dean can tell you aren’t a man of this.
“And you’re alright with that?” He asks, hoping for an answer that could turn this into a date between you.
“I-uh-” You clear your throat and glance at the window towards the ocean, hoping to catch a glance of JJ. To no avail. “I’ve liked him for years, but I’m pretty sure he isn’t interested, so we’re just friends.”
Dean gives you an understanding look, but inside, he’s thrilled about your answer. You weren’t JJ’s.
It had been a couple of weeks of hanging out with Dean: trips to the beach, talking about books, getting ice cream, and movie marathons. You knew how this looked, but it was purely just as friends. You knew that, and Dean knew that. Or so you thought.
“So let me get this straight, you guys have been going on dates pretty much but just as friends?” Cleo asked, totally confused by what was happening between you and Dean.
“Yes, just friends,” You clarified as you attempted to fix your hair in a way you liked for tonight’s party.
“He brought you flowers this morning.” She deadpanned, glancing over at the bouquet of pink poppies on your bedside table. They were placed next to a picture of you and JJ, making Cleo snort quietly.
“He was just being nice,” You sounded exasperated, and Cleo wasn’t sure if it was because of your hair or her nitpicking. “Nothing is going on.”
“Maybe for you! He’s clearly interested; he’s been taking you on dates -“You open your mouth to cut her off. “Yes - dates, all week. He’s interested.”
“I thought you were team Dean.” Your hair fell from your hands as you gave up on making the perfect bun; it just wasn’t going to happen tonight.
“That was Sarah. I’m team whoever makes you happy.”
“So, would you be happy if I went out with Dean?” You nibbled on your bottom lip as you waited for her response. Her eyebrows rose, and she stared at you for a second.
“Thought you were just friends.”
“We are! I just-“You paused, taking in a big breath of air and holding it for a second. “I don’t wanna miss a chance with a great guy because JJ doesn’t return my feelings. I can’t hold out hope forever.”
“First party of the summer, Dean! You excited?” John B asks as he presses a beer into Dean’s awaiting palm.
“It’s not the first party of the season,” JJ grumbles, and you shoot him a look, hoping he can control his anger towards his cousin for the night and enjoy the party.
“The first one he’s been to; he’s been too busy with our Y/n here.” John B taunts, sending you a wink when he sees you looking flushed. JJ feels sick. Are you blushing at the thought of being with Dean? Have you actually been going on dates with him all this time?
“Baby, leave them alone,” Sarah admonishes, giving a light slap to his arm. He lets out a laugh and drops his arm over her shoulder, leading her in the direction of the house.
An awkward silence falls over the three of you. Pope, Kiara, and Cleo had already headed inside to get drinks, and you were now desperately wishing JJ had too. Anything would be better than the way he is currently glaring at Dean for standing too close to you.
“Want a drink?” Dean leans to whisper in your ear, and you send him a grateful smile.
“Yes, please,” You smile up at him, watching him for a second longer as he slips through the crowd. JJ clearing his throat is what brings your attention away from him.
“Yes?”
“What are you doing with him?” He asks, taking a step towards you.
“We walked here together, and I-”
“No. What’s up with you spending so much time with him? I’ve hardly seen you in the last few weeks.” He steps closer and closer until the two of you are standing so close you can count all the freckles on his nose.
“We’ve been hanging out.” You supply, not wanting to give too much away. It’s not that we’re trying to be secretive, but you knew that JJ had a habit of getting protective over you. Guess what happens when you’re friends with someone for so long.
“Hanging out or going on dates?” His hand pushes the stand of your hair, blowing in the breeze. At the proximity of him, your heart squeezes, and your breath catches.
“Hanging out?” You answer in nearly a whisper, so focused on starting up at him. The heat of his fingers touching your skin feels like you have been branded.
“You don’t sound so sure.” There’s that cocky tone. He can tell you’re flustered by how close he is to you. You’ve always reacted to him this way. It’s moments like these where it doesn’t seem unbelievable to him that you might like him back.
“We’ve been hanging out, but it might be becoming more and-”
“Y/n” At the sound of Dean’s voice, you take a step away, startled. There’s a tone to Dean’s voice that JJ doesn’t like. He sounds possessive, too possessive for a guy who has only met you a couple of weeks ago.
Dean’s eyes flicker between the both of you, quickly picking up on the tension and closeness. In an act of jealousy, he slips his arm around your waist, pulling you into his side, something he’s never done before. Your features flash with surprise that JJ quickly notices.
“Have a goodnight, JJ.” Dean bites out before steering you toward the direction of the house.
“I thought you said that you and JJ didn’t have anything going on.”
“We don’t.” You glance up at Dean, who still has his arm wrapped around your shoulder. His jaw is tense, and you feel a flash of discomfort at seeing this new side of him.
“Didn’t look that way. He was close enough to kiss you.” Dean grits out, squeezing your shoulder that makes you wince.
“But he didn’t. I don’t understand-”
“You said that he wasn’t interested. I thought I clarified my intentions when I started taking you out on all these dates.” Your stomach flips, and you glance around at the crowd. None of your friends are nearby.
“I didn’t-“You clear your throat, willing yourself to make your voice come out stronger. His shift in personality has really thrown you off. “I thought we were hanging out. I didn’t realize you thought these past few weeks were dates.”
“They were dates, Y/n. Does John B or Pope ever take you- just you - out for ice cream or to the movies?”
“No, but JJ-”
“Jesus, Y/n! JJ doesn’t view you as a friend. If we’re gonna be dating this summer, I don’t think you should hang out around him.” You were utterly confused. There was never a time when you two were hanging out. Did he act like this or make his intentions about dating you clear. And there was absolutely no way you would give up being around JJ, even if Dean’s attitude hadn’t done a 180.
You were beginning to panic, unsure how to handle his growing anger.
“Dean!” Your shoulders immediately relaxed at the sound of another Pogues voice. You were sure his name was Noah, and that he was friends with the boys, but other than that, you didn’t really know him. You watched as Dean plastered a smile on his face and greeted his friend. Without warning, you slipped away from Dean and slipped through the crowd towards the bathroom.
Usually, a party like this is just what JJ needed, but his mood was much too sour to enjoy it. Not when you had shown up with Dean and disappeared into this run-down house on the Cut nearly an hour ago. He has tried desperately to shake you from his thoughts. But nothing has worked in the past couple of weeks, so he has spent this entire night pathetically sober and on edge.
John B and Pope had tried to include him in the conversation with other guys from the Cut, but he didn’t have the energy to pretend to be interested. So instead, he sat next to the fire along the group and continuously glanced back at the door as if somehow he could keep an eye on you that way.
Dean’s voice catches his attention and pulls him from his thoughts of you. Dean comes jogging down the steps carrying a beer and quickly finds an open seat amongst the guys. JJ ignores the urge to tell him his seat is taken; it feels too middle school.
“Where is she?” JJ asks, sounding terribly protective, but he can’t help it. He’s sat rigid in his seat, waiting for his cousin’s answer. He wouldn’t have left you alone at that party even for a second if he was with you.
“She wanted to spend some time with the girls.” Dean looks flatly at JJ, both boys growing frustrated with each other. Dean is becoming sick of JJ only acknowledging him when it has to do with you. He doesn’t want JJ’s thoughts to be of you at all. The tension between the two is glaringly apparent to the group, so Pope incessantly glances at the house door for about twenty minutes before JJ incessantly glancing at the house door finally pays off.
There you were.
Standing on the porch with tears streaming down your pretty cheeks and arms wrapped protectively around your stomach. JJ felt his stomach drop and the immediate desire to kill whoever made him feel like this. But it seems his cousin has the same desire because both boys stand up at the sight of you.
Dean is the first to step towards you, softly muttering your name. You don’t even glance in Dean’s direction. It isn’t until he repeats your name again, louder this time, that you finally look over at him.
JJ watches as you descend the steps, whip away a stray tear on your face, and stand a couple feet before the group of boys. You don’t take your eyes off Dean, and JJ prepares to watch Dean take you home and knows he will comfort you.
“I just wanna go home,” JJ doesn’t think he has ever heard you so broken up, and it makes him feel physically sick. “Can you please take me home?”
Dean immediately turns to grab his jacket that it tossed over one of the logs he was sitting on. “Of course, let me just-”
Then, you make eye contact with JJ, and the brief eye contact causes your eyes to tear up again. Without thinking, JJ jogs over and wraps you in his arms.
JJ has hugged you plenty of times, but he doesn’t think he’s ever felt you hold him this tight. Your arms are tossed around his shoulders as his arms are looped around your waist. Dean turns, ready to take you home, and falters when he sees you wrapped in JJ’s arms.
“JJ, I’ve got her. She asked me to take her home.” Dean’s voice is flat, and you tense in JJ’s arms. Hoping to get a look at Dean, you pull away from JJ slightly so you can look over at him. While hugging JJ, both of you had shifted so JJ’s back was no longer to the group. Instead, Dean has a clear shot of both sides and how you and JJ are so intertwined. He feels sick watching you grip JJ so tightly.
“I was talking to JJ.” At this, JJ’s grip tightens around you as a possessive feeling strikes through him. He wants to be smug; rub it in Dean’s face that you chose him. But he would much rather get you home and figure out why you were so upset.
You turn your head, looking up at him, with his shirt clenched between your fists. Looking down at you, he can see the tears glistening in your eyes. “JJ, I want you to take me home.”
“I know, baby. Let’s go home.” He places a gentle kiss on your forehead and leads you in the direction of the Chateau.
It wasn’t until you got to the Chateau that you finally let JJ know that happened, and he had been pacing around his bedroom ever since.
“I’m gonna kill him,” JJ practically grits out, his jaw so tense from anger.
“No, you’re not,” You sniffle as you stay wrapped up in JJ’s hoodie and sheets. The second you had reached his room, you climbed into his bed, you’re ultimate comfort place. There were so many times when you ended up in JJ’s bed, feeling wholly protected just by being next to him.
“Y/n, he acted like you were his. He didn’t even ask you! He was-fuck!” The bed squeaks as JJ tosses himself down at the bottom edge of the bed. His head is buried in his hands, and you can see the tension in his back. You slip out from beneath the covers and crawl towards him without saying anything. He tenses when he feels you wrap your arms around him and rest your head on his shoulder, but then he shifts to hold you to him.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with men in my family.”
“You don’t have to apologize; you’re the only Maybank man I care about.” JJ nearly melts at the kiss you place on his cheek.
“Y/n.”
“JJ.”
“This wouldn’t have happened if I had told you sooner.”
“Told me what sooner?”
“About my feelings for you.” Your heart feels like it has given out when you hear him say this.
“No.” Your voice is a whisper as you look up at him.
“No?” His voice is just as soft as yours.
“That isn’t fair to put on yourself; Dean did what he did because he’s a dick.”
“I should have told you that I’ve been in love with you for a long that I can’t even remember when it started. It feels like I’ve loved you from the moment I saw you. I’ve loved you so for so fucking long, and I never told you,” He pauses, tucking a stray hair behind your ear like he did earlier in the night.
“I never thought I’d have a shot with you, and then I saw you with Dean. God, Y/n, I wanted to kill him. He had everything I ever wanted,” A soft sigh leaves his lips, and you simply watch him, your stomach fluttering at his confession.
JJ, you sigh, “Everyone knew my feelings about you; I don’t know how you didn’t. Why do you think I was always the first to clean you up after a fight? I would always share the couch with you if I had to. Not like it was a problem for me. I invited you to stay at my house; when have I ever invited Pope or John B to stay in my bed? I’ve always liked you, J, and always will.”
He stared at you as you talked, and you moved closer to him, taking a chance, sitting in his lap, and interlocking your hands behind his neck. His hands quickly found your waist and held you in his lap.
“I’ve always been in love with you,” You whispered softly, too nervous to say the words too loud, worried you might scare him off despite his previous comments. He didn’t say anything at first, simply tugging you into his chest so you had your legs wrapped around his waist as you hugged him. He pulled back to look at you, and your stomach flipped when you saw how he looked at you.
As close as you and JJ always were as friends, you had never been this close as you stared at him. Your heart was racing to see him stare at you like he found you stunning; he had never looked at you like this before. If he had, you had never gotten to see it.
“J?”
“Yea?”
“Can you kiss me?” When his lips meant yours, it wasn’t rough, or fast-it was gentle and soft-like he wanted to take all his time in the world with you. He brushed his lips against yours, slipping his hands into your hair. Relishing in the feeling of you pressed against him. His lips were soft and slow against yours, making you melt into him. Of all the times you had pictured kissing him, it had been quick and heated. But as he laid you down and pressed gentle kisses to your lips and neck, you preferred this to your fantasies.
He brushed his lips against yours, mumbling about how much he loved kissing you, making you smile against his lips. His hands trailed all over your body, barely touching against your skin, but enough to leave goosebumps behind. When he reached your hips, he would give a gentle squeeze. Sitting up, he used an arm to bring you up with him. You had waited so long to kiss JJ; now that you were, you didn’t want it to stop. His hands trailed along your thighs as you sat in his lap, leading the kiss.
“Arms up, baby,” He told you as he pulled your sweatshirt over your head, tossing it to the ground. Watching his eyes raking up and down your body made you dizzy. You let his eyes take in your body before tugging at the hem of his shirt, silently telling him that you wanted it off. This was your chance to admire his body’s dips and curves. There was never a time that you could admire him up close, and that you had, you never wanted to stop. You knew he was muscular from the countess times you had watched him surf and walk around shirtless, but getting to touch him this way was entirely different. Being alone meant you didn’t have to worry about your friends catching your longing looks; there was no John B to relentlessly tease you. Just you and JJ.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” He said as he slipped his fingers under your white bra straps and let them fall down your shoulders.
“Thank you, you’re pretty beautiful too,” Your voice teased as you threw your arms around his neck. Quickly, he leaned forward to kiss you, not wanting to waste another second without tasting you.
“Damn right,” He mumbled, making you giggle. You were about to reach around your back to rid yourself of your bra when he stopped you.
“That’s my job from now on,” He shot you a cocky grin and pushed your hands away from your bra to do it himself. He reached one hand around you, and you felt your bra drop.
“One hand, baby,” He joked. You laughed loudly, remembering that JJ and John B had borrowed yours and Kiara’s bras years ago, hoping to learn to do it one-handed. They eventually did know after you and Kiara stepped in to teach them.
“Pure fucking talent,” You sarcastically answered him, but he wasn’t really listening anymore. He groaned when he saw your bare tits and perky nipples. Your mind blanked as you heard the noise that came from him.
His mouth closed around your nipple, biting gently, ripping a gasp from your throat. Their back arched into his chest to give him better access. He wrapped an arm around your waist to pull you closer to him. Beneath you, you could feel how quickly this was turning his hair wild from when you had your fingers through his hair. Soft sighs were filling the room as he licked and sucked, alternating between both of your tits. The wetness between your legs grew more apparent as he touched you.
He grabbed your waist and moved you off of his lap, pushing you down so that you were laid out underneath him. His hands slipped under the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down, bringing your underwear with them. Your first reaction was to close your legs; you were not used to having someone see you like this. But he gently placed his hands on your knees and pushed them apart.
You sat up as he stood at the end of his bed, slipping his shorts down. Oh fuck. Wetness pooled between your thighs as his cock was released from his underwear. You had always wondered whether he would be big or small, and you weren’t surprised he was in the bigger size. A quick kiss was placed on your lips before he touched your chest, pushing you back on the bed. With your back against the pillows and your legs spread, he finally got to look at all of you. All bare and glistening, and he swore he had never been harder in his life. He glanced up at you, asking for permission, and you nodded. Pressing kisses from your ankles to between your thighs, he slowly made his way to where you wanted him most.
“God baby, you’re soaked for me,” You could only answer with a whimper as he slipped his fingers over your clit, causing you to arch your back. He was slow as he began to circle your clit, adding fingers to pump in and out of you.
The moan you let out was pornographic when he replaced his fingers with his mouth, letting his tongue slide along your pussy. From the bottom to the top, he licked through your folds. You could feel yourself dripping down your thighs, but you knew he wouldn’t if you asked him to go faster; he seemed pleased to take things slowly and gently.
“Your pussy tastes so good, it could eat you out for hours,” He mumbled against you, causing you to moan loudly. Your fingers twisted in the sheets as you continued licking and sucking your clit, bringing you closer to your orgasm. Your legs began to shake, and you were momentarily embarrassed. It had been months since you were last touched, and without warning, JJ between your thighs was bringing you to your orgasm embarrassingly quick. Without warning, he pulled away from you, leaving you a little confused.
“Lay at the end of the bed,” You were still shaky, but you did as you were told and glanced up at him, kneeling at the foot of his bed. He kissed your lips before standing up, and you realized what he had in mind.
You watched as he grabbed his cock between his hand and guided it into your mouth. The moan that left his mouth as he felt your mouth had you squeezing your thighs together.
“Holy fuck, you look so pretty like this,” Desperation laced through his voice, making you feel entirely feral for him. You were willing to do anything that he told you to do.
His hands were in your hair as he created a makeshift ponytail to hold you in place as he fucked your mouth. Youhines were muffled b cock, and from the sounds that were leaving him, you could tell he was enjoying this. A quick peek up at him let you know just how good he was feeling. The flush on his cheeks and his furrowed eyebrows were your indicators.
You pulled away from him with a pop, leaving a trail of salvia attaching you to him, “I need you to fuck me; I’ve waited too long to do this.”
Your voice sounded incredibly desperate as you begged him. He said nothing, just leaned down to kiss you before reaching beside the bed. He dug around in his shorts before grabbing a condom from his wallet. You sent him a soft smile and laid your back against the pillows, waiting for him. He sat before you, then situated himself between your legs and used his arms to hold himself above you. He looked down at you, and you sent him a giggly smile.
“I love you, J,” You told him, causing him to gently lean down and kiss you.
“I love you, baby,” He whispered against your lips, sending butterflies throughout your stomach.
He sat up, grabbing your thighs with both hands, moving your legs so that you could slip between them. Your knees were bent, and your legs were on either side of him as he brushed his fingers against your clit again.
“God, you have the prettiest pussy I have ever seen,” His simple words caused a gasp to be pulled from you.
His cock replaced his fingers, teasing your clit before sliding the tip inside you. At the feeling, both of you let out satisfied moans. JJ quickly grabbed your hands and intertwined your fingers before fully pushing inside of you slowly. “Jesus Christ,” He was nearly gone. “So fucking good.” All you could do was moan in response.
His thrusts began slow, sliding in and out of you at an agonizing pace, making you cry out at him to go faster. He didn’t listen.
“You look so pretty getting fucked,” He reached his hand down, using his thumb to rub against your clit in the slowest circles. “You’re doing such a good job, sweetheart.”
If you hadn’t been so fucked out, you would’ve been embarrassed at hearing how wet you were desperately cried a pathetic, moaning as he quickly flipped you over and grabbed get enough of you.”
When he slipped out of you, you desperately cried in protest. But he was quick to flip you over and grab your hips, pulling you onto all fours. He gave your hips a gentle squeeze and placed a few kisses on your shoulder. Your skin prickled with goosebumps as he ran his fingers down your spine. Lifting yourself up so your back was pressed against him and your neck was exposed so he could press kisses against you. His arms slid around your waist, his right hand going up to grab at your tits as he nipped at your neck. Your legs felt shaky as he held you up and against him. The moans that filled your ears being this close to him drove you crazy. You didn’t think you would ever get used to hearing him like this. So fucked out and close to coming.
“Fuck J, please go harder.”
“You want me to fuck you harder, baby?” You babbled incoherently in response, making JJ grin.
“Beg me, sweetheart.”
“Fuck, JJ! Please, I need more of your cock. I want you to take me, be rough with me.”
He pushed you forward, forcing you back on all fours. You let out a loud ‘fuck’ when he shoved his cock back into you, not sure how long you could hold yourself up. His hands gripped your hips tightly, keeping you in place, and he slid his cock in and out of you, the room filling with both of your moans.
“Is that what you wanted, baby? Wanted to fucked rougher?”
As he quickened his pace, you stuck your ass in the air and pressed your cheek against the bed, raising your arms above your head as he fucked you. Your fingers were tangled in the sheets, and you knew the neighbors could probably hear you. Out of all the times you had been with a guy, you didn’t think you had ever been this loud. Each time he thrust into you, you let out a high-pitched moan, unable to stop yourself.
His name and curses fell through your lips, and you got closer and closer to coming. You knew you would come quicker than you usually would since you had spent years fantasizing about JJ. You had spent countless nights getting off to the thought of getting to be with JJ, and if you knew him at all-he did too.
“Fuck JJ, I’m getting close,” You whined, your voice shaky as he pounded into you. “Gonna cum!”
“Fuck. Cum on my cock, sweetheart,” you knew you could let go with him. You could tell by his quickened pace and sloppy thrusts.
When you felt him grab your hips hard and pound into you a few more times, you knew you could let go with him.
“JJ! Fuck, I-”
“I know, fuck. I’m gonna cum.” that admission, your back arched as you felt your pussy squeeze around him. The moans leaving you were beyond loud, and you hoped to God none of your friends had decided to come back from the party.
“Fuck.” He grunted as he thrust one final time into you before squeezing your hips tightly. The feeling of him switching inside you sent you over the edge. You let go, pleasure coursing through you as you felt your whole body shake as the feeling shot through your entire body.
“Jesus, baby,” JJ mumbled as his head dropped to your back. You let out a giggle, understanding how fucked out he was feeling.
He slowly slid out, falling onto the bed next to you. You let your hips drop, moving so that you were on your side facing him. You were both breathing hard and knew you would need a shower and clean sheets after this.
“God, I love you.” He kisses your head before standing up and heading into your bathroom. You hear him come back after a few minutes.
“Turn over, baby.” You turn to see him with a warm washcloth; he slowly moves your legs apart and cleans up the mess between them. Your heart melts as you watch him take care of you. Once he’s done, he tosses the rag and lays beside you; you move so that you’re lying against his chest, and he throws his blanket over the both of you.
“JJ?”
“Yea, sweetheart?”
“Thank you for taking me home.”
“Be fucking quiet; you’re gonna wake her up.” JJ snapped, sending a glare over at John B. It was nearly 9 am, and they were the only two awake, the rest of the group fast asleep after the party.
“I am being fucking quiet, dumbass.”
“I don’t need her finding out what happened this morning,” He grumbled, glancing down at his bruised and bloody knuckles. John B’s snort caught his attention, and he glanced up at his best friend, who was looking at his hand.
“Like that won’t give it away?”
“I’ll just say I got into it with some kooks.”
“You’re gonna lie to her?” John B sent him an unimpressed look.
“Jesus, John B! I don’t know what I’m gonna tell her yet.”
“Tell her the truth. That you beat the shit out of our cousin for her,” He shrugged like it was the most straightforward option. “Where is she anyway? Did you take her home?”
JJ faltered at that question, the memories of last night running through his head. He still needed to update John B that your friendship had been properly ruined. But he didn’t know what the two of you were now. Were you dating? Casually seeing each other for now? That was something that he should clear up soon.
“No, she’s uh-“His door creaked, and you were wrapped in his sheets. Your hair was a mess, a couple of marks littered your neck, and your eyes were squinted with sleep.
“J?” You called quietly, and JJ nearly melted. How did he get so lucky? How did this angel have feelings for him? “Can you come back? I miss you.”
You must have been delirious with sleep and not have even noticed John B because there was no way you would’ve felt comfortable looking and speaking this vulnerably in front of him any other time.
“Yea, baby. I’ll be there.” You sent him a sleepy smile and closed the door. JJ nearly jumped up from his spot to get to you.
“Baby?” John B let out, sounding incredibly smug and wearing a grin. “Looks like you finally told her.”
JJ didn’t say anything; he just flipped him off with a smug smile as he closed the door to his bedroom and slipped into bed with you.
“Hi,” He quietly greeted as he settled into his pillow facing you.
“Why’d you leave?” Your voice was laced with sleep as you scooted closer to him.
“I went and saw Dean,” He felt you tense in his arms, and for a second, he wondered if he had made the wrong decision by telling you. He would never regret punching his cousin for the way he treated you.
“J, what did you do?”
“I punched him, and I know you aren’t a fan of that, but-“His words were cut off by pressing your lips to his.
“Thank you, he deserved it,” You quietly mumbled before snuggling back into his chest.
a request if u want tooo🥺 i really like dark rafe cameron i need one where he broke up with her because he is scared to love but she walks on weird dudes trying to as*ault her and he just goes crazy because he realises he really love her
𝘈𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘙𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘊𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘯
warnings: soft dark!rafe cameron, attempted sexual assault (not by rafe), physical violence, (soft?) angst, a little manipulation
requested?: yes
author's note: i actually had an idea similar to this so i added in a little of my own details, i hope you still like it. if you guys want more dark!character fics, i won't stop you from requesting 👀. dividers made by @cafekitsune
Tanneyhill was overcrowded with teenagers as music blared from every speaker in the house. The back doors were wide open as people went in and out.
Sarah and y/n held hands as they pushed their way to the backyard. Sarah led them to a small area where the could talk alone.
"So, see anyone you like?" Sarah asked y/n as they observed the people around them. "I saw your man from World History inside. What about him?"
"Eh," y/n shrugged uninterested in the boy. "He's cute, but he's unimaginable stupid."
"Okay." Sarah laughed at her. "Well, we need to find you someone. We didn't throw this for not to get laid." She smirked a little making y/n roll her eyes.
Someone cleared their throat behind them. They both turned to see Rafe with Topper and Kelce. y/n rolled her eyes and turned back around while Sarah groaned.
"Why are you here, Rafe?" Sarah asked. "I thought you three were having a sleepover." Rafe rolled his eyes.
"We came back here instead." Rafe shrugged. "Didn't know we'd be crashing a party." He said staring at y/n's back.
"So leave then." Sarah gave him a fake smile and turned back around.
"I think we'll stay actually." Rafe said slowly walking away with Topper and Kelce.
"God, he's annoying." Sarah huffed. "Sorry, he was supposed to be gone until tomorrow." She gave her a 'sorry' smile.
"Don't worry about it." y/n shook her head. "Just help me get to him." She nodded towards a boy who sat by the fire pit with a friend of theirs.
Rafe leaned against the wall as he watched y/n and the boy she had just met talk on the couch. She was practically sitting on his lap as she threw back her drink. She had clearly had one too many while trying to loosen herself up. Rafe's blood started to boil as the boy's hand moved to her thigh and slowly up.
"Can you not stare at them like a creeper?" Sarah snapped at Rafe. He peeled his eyes away from the scene in front of him. "You broke up with her, remember?"
"Yeah, I remember." Rafe stated through gritted teeth.
"Then why are you stalking her?" Sarah shrugged crossing her arms.
"I'm making sure she's okay." Rafe said. "Do you even know who that guy is?"
"Our friend knows him." Sarah told him. "His name is Cooper."
"Yeah, I know." Rafe huffed. "He's Logan Foreman's younger brother."
"Am I supposed to know who that is?" Sarah furrowed her brows.
"He's an asshole who treats girls like shit." Rafe told her.
"Oh, and you've never mistreated a girl?" Sarah tilted her head at him. "Can you just admit you're jealous and leave them be?" Sarah laughed. "It's pathetic, Rafe."
"Where did they go?" Rafe stood up straight from putting all his weight against the wall.
"Jesus, Rafe! You're like a guard dog." Sarah scoffed before walking away.
Rafe ignored her comment looking around the house for y/n. He whipped his head around and caught a glimpse of y/n drunkenly stumbling down a hallway while Cooper had his hand wrapped around her wrist; dragging her to a guest bedroom. Rafe immediately started pushing people to get to the stairs.
"Rafe! Stop!" Sarah shouted. "You're so controlling!" She hurried after him, wishing everyone would move out of the way.
Rafe cursed under his breath at the, what felt like, unnecessary amount of stairs. For he once he didn't appreciate having such a big house. He pushed open every door most of them, fortunately, being empty. The only door locked was the last one at the end of the hallway. He started banging his fist on the door.
"Someone's in here!" He heard Cooper shouted from inside only adding fuel to the fire.
Rafe stepped back before throwing his body into the door. He huffed and reeled his leg back, kicking the wooden door open. He stomped inside the room seeing Cooper on top of y/n who was confused, attempting to push him off of her.
"Mother Fucker." Rafe spat charging towards Cooper. He grabbed the back of his shirt getting him off of her. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" Rafe grabbed him roughly making him face him. "You think I was gonna let you get away with that?"
"She's not your girl anymore, Cameron." Cooper chuckled, but was cut off my Rafe swinging at him. His fist connecting directly to his jaw.
"I'm gonna fucking kill you." Rafe kicked his legs out from underneath him before getting on top of him and beginning to pummel his fist into his face. Cooper's blood poured out of his nose and mouth onto Rafe's fist and the floor.
"Oh my god," Sarah exclaimed seeing Rafe. Topper and Kelce ran into the room going to pull Rafe off of Cooper. "y/n!" She ran to the bed sitting next to her.
"Sarah.." y/n grabbed her hand. Her brain still fuzzy from the liquor, but being more alert now.
"It's me." Sarah nodded. "I'm so sorry. It's gonna be okay." She let y/n lean into her. She wrapped her arms around her tight. Tears welled in her eyes feeling slightly responsible for the situation. "I'm sorry."
y/n only scooted as close to Sarah as she could. The feeling of her arms around her and her hand stroking her head making her feel safe again.
"Rafe! Man, stop!" Topper and Kelce shouted using all their strength to pull Rafe off the boy before he killed him.
Cooper coughed, blooding splashing onto the floor.
The room fell almost completely silent. The only noises being heard was the boys heavy breathing, Cooper's whining, and Sarah's sniffling.
"Get everyone out." Rafe instructed Topper and Kelce. They looked at Sarah who nodded before they walked out the room. "Make sure she's okay." Rafe looked at Sarah. His stare was hard, telling Sarah he was blaming her.
"I will." Sarah nodded.
Rafe grabbed Cooper and pulled him up. The boy groaned and struggled against his grip, but Rafe was still able to drag the boy away.
"I'm so sorry, y/n." Sarah leaned her forehead against hers.
"It's not your fault." y/n whispered. "Just keeping holding me, please."
y/n laid in Sarah's bed in a pair of comfy clothes she had left before. She stared at the tv not really paying attention to the show as Sarah was in her bathroom showering.
The bedroom door opened making y/n sit up. She relaxed a little upon seeing Rafe. He quietly closed the door as walked over the side of the bed.
"Hi?" y/n said softly. She moved letting her feet hang off the side.
"Are you okay?" Rafe asked sitting beside her.
"Yeah." She nodded looking at him shyly. "Thank you."
"I would never let anyone hurt you." Rafe said. "Together or not. I won't let anyone touch you."
y/n gave him a small smile before looking down at her feet.
"I wanna get back together, baby." Rafe said. He got down on his knees in front of her so her thighs were on either side of him.
"Rafe..." y/n sighed. "You're just saying that because you're worried. You don't love me." She shook her head.
"I love you more than anything else in the world, baby." Rafe grabbed her face in his hands. "I thought letting you go would protect you, but I now know the only way you'll be safest is with me."
"What?" y/n scrunched her brows.
"You can't do things like this anymore. You have to stay with me. You saw what happened tonight when I let you go on your own. What if I wasn't here?" Rafe explained. "You have to stay with me, okay?"
"Okay." y/n nodded slowly.
Rafe smiled getting up off his knees. He leaned down kissing her forehead. "Stay with Sarah tonight. I'll see you in the morning."
Pete and Penny Mitchell’s backyard was overflowing with navy personnel and their partners and families. Currently you were sitting with Penny as the two of you talked about various different things. Through your sunglasses you find your husband, on the other side of the yard playing horseshoes with Bradley, Pete, and Bob. You smile to yourself.
“Anyways, I just don’t know how I feel about Amelia having a serious boyfriend at 15.” Penny says taking a sip of her lemonade. You chuckle and she looks over at you with a grin.
“I’m serious I know what I was doing at 15!” She says causing you to laugh more.
“Oh dear, at least I have a while before I have to worry about that.” You say, hand grazing over your baby bump. Penny smiles at you. Before she can say anything a few of the other wives join, they’re older and clearly all established friends. The first sits and the rest are to follow.
“Penny! Your house is absolutely beautiful, so quaint.” She says. She’s probably Penny’s age, blonde hair and dark skin from too much sun. Her eyes scan over your entire body and you find yourself cradling your bump a little more protectively under her gaze.
“This must be your daughter Amelia, and we’ll, grand baby on the way already my gosh!” She says clearly trying to cause a scene. Your eyebrows furrow and you and Penny share a look as you let out a laugh.
“Oh gosh no! Amelia is only 15!” You say. “I’m Y/N Seresin, Commander Seresin’s wife.” You say, gesturing over to your tall blonde husband. The women’s eyes raise in surprise. One of her friends, a darker completed younger looking woman pipes up.
“You look so young.” She says sneering her nose. Penny holds down a scoff. Feeling sorry for you in this moment.
“She does have gorgeous skin doesn’t she!” Penny says. You thank her with a smile.
“I think part of that is all the little bean, the glow and all.” You say playfully.
“Little bean?” The blonde woman asks. You blush. Jake had affectionately nicknamed your baby little bean right after finding out you were pregnant.
“Oh. Jake calls the baby bean, its just a little nickname.” You explain. The women look relieved.
“Well, you can never be to sure. You young people are baking your kids anything now a days.” She says. You give her a fake smile, searching the back yard for your husband. You’re about to make an escape.
“How old are you anyway?” The brunette woman asks. Her eyes still studying you.
“Oh. Um…” you begin, a little caught off guard by her accusatory tone. Little do you know Hake has witnessed the whole thing. Your head turns as you feel a hand rest on your shoulder. You smile seeing the sight of your husband in his cream polo and khaki shorts. You notice the women sit up a little straighter, taking him in. He presses a kiss to your temple, placing the little bottle of water he grabbed for you in his hands.
“Here Jake, take this seat I’m going to go find my husband.” Penny says, getting up from her place in the porch swing. Jake takes her spot greatfully sitting down next to you, his hand resting protectively on your exposed thigh. He adores the sight of you in your little linen dress. You remember the question at hand.
“I’m 23.” You say, before taking a sip of your water. Jake looks at the women in front of you with a confused expression and you smile cooly. Caught red handed bitches.
“Oh.” The blonde says. Jake’s grip on your thigh tightens, it’s not uncomfortable, it’s possessive.
“Why are you asking my wife how old she is?” Jake asks.
“She just looks so young is all.” The blonde woman shrugs. Jake’s eyes narrow.
“It’s rude.” He says matter of factly. “It wouldn’t be acceptable if I asked you how old you are.” You giggle at your husband, ever the protector.
“Jakey, it’s fine. I was coming to find you anyway, I was going to see if you were about ready.” You ask. Jake looks at you, notices the way your eyelashes flutter at him, the way you bite into your bottom lip. He knows exactly what you need.
“Even pregnancy fatigue effects the young!” The blonde says condescendingly. You glare at her.
“I actually want to get home so my husband can fuck me seven ways to Sunday, but sure, fatigue.” You say sweetly. The women’s mouths drop open and Jake can only laugh. You shrug your shoulders.
“Oh please, how do you think I got like this.” You smirk, patting your bump affectionately.
Requested by the lovely, @rockyroadthepastryarchy: I was wondering if I could request a present!roger fic? he and the reader have been married for forever, and are very sarcastic and bantery with each other but are very in love. She also visits the borhap set all the time, and the cast/crew adores her and see her as a second mom (especially ben) and she’s super heckin protective of them? Thanks babe and best wishes💕
I loved this request, it’s not exactly what you asked for but, nonetheless I hope you’ll enjoy it!
Warnings: kind of an AU Roger?
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YN and Roger had been together going on 41 years. After meeting in 1978 during Queen’s ‘Jazz’ tour, the two had fallen madly in love… despite being over 10 years apart in age. YN was only 19 when they got together, but to them age was always just a number.
In 1980 the couple welcomed their first child, a boy. Lennon Brian Taylor. That was also the year Roger’s infidelity made the tabloids. YN wasn’t sure if it was the first time he had strayed during their relationship, but she hoped it would be the last. Even if was the last time, she despised him for cheating on her, but she couldn’t leave. Their newborn son needed his father, and despite being a cheating husband he was anything but a bad father. So she stayed.
Roger was sure he was dreaming when he came home to find YN asleep in their bed and their baby son asleep in the bassinet beside her. He was sure she would be halfway across the country after news of his affair made the papers. He couldn’t for the life of him understand why she stayed, but he was glad she did. So, to be certain his wife and baby weren’t figments of his jet lagged imagination, he climbed in bed behind his wife and nuzzles his face in her neck.
“I’m so sorry, baby. I’m so sorry.” He cried, his salty tears dripping down his cheeks and into YN’s hair.
YN didn’t answer him that day, she didn’t break things or yell as Roger had expected her do do. He even asked her to, because any kind of emotion— even bad or angry ones were better than none. Even Freddie and John told her that the silent treatment was destroying Roger. He was showing up to recording sessions drunk, crying over the photographs he kept if YN and the baby in his wallet every time they went out to a pub.
But YN held her ground and she didn’t speak to him for nearly two weeks after the incident became public. One day she lost it. He kept repeating himself, over and over again.
“I’m so sorry baby, please forgive me. It meant nothing it will never happen again.”
“Oh, really Roger? That’s all you have to say for yourself is ‘I’m sorry’?? Tell me this, are you truly sorry it happened or are you only sorry you got caught? The only reason I haven’t left yet is because of this precious boy right here. And because we made a vow, Roger! For better or worse, and this, I hope is the worst our marriage will be.” She spat, attempting to whisper-yell so not to disturb the baby nursing from her.
Tears rolled down his cheeks as he sat next to his wife in their bed and stroked the baby’s cheek.
“No, YN. I love you and only you. I made a mistake. I know that’s no excuse but I was drunk and missing you, but I’ll never stray again. I promise you, my love.”
She still made him sleep on the couch for nearly an entire month after they had spoken about it. She knew staying silent and distant would hurt him the most, because despite what he had done, she knew deep down she was his everything. She just wanted to hurt him as badly as he hurt her, without doing exactly as he had done. She would never, ever be unfaithful to the man she loves.
After that month of torture, they never spoke of the news or the woman again. From the day she forgave him he vowed never to be unfaithful or do anything to jeopardize their relationship again. Lennon and YN were all that mattered to him and he did everything in his power to show them and tell them that every day, cards, love letters, flowers and even notes in their children’s school lunches.
Not once in the next 40 years was Roger Taylor ever in the paper for anything that wasn’t good news. In fact, if anything Roger’s one time indiscretion brought them closer than ever. Sure, they bickered about little things and everyday issues like who’s turn it was to change diapers or walk the dog, but never again did they doubt their feelings for one another nor did Roger find comfort in anyone but his wife. She was and still is his everything. His Queen, his love, his soulmate. The only one who really understands him.
In late 1997, Roger and YN welcomed their second and third children, their miracle twins. After a miscarriage and a still birth, Roger and YN never thought they’d be blessed with another life, let alone two. Farrah May Taylor and Deacon Roger Taylor. Named for the two friends that kept them together all those years ago, their angel himself (Freddie ~Farrokh~) and (John ~Deacon~).
—present—
“Roger Meddows Taylor, if I have to tell you to get out of bed one more time, you won’t be sleeping in said bed this evening.” YN Taylor said to her husband as she placed a cup of coffee on his bedside table and kissed his cheek in morning greeting.
“Oh, my love. Must you be so dramatic? We’ve slept in the same bed every night for nearly 40 years. I doubt that will change now.” He groaned, but smiled, ridding his eyes of sleep and taking a slip of his black, yet lightly sweetened coffee before kissing his wife good morning.
“Benjamin will be here any moment to pick up Farrah for brunch.” YN smiled.
“What?! He’s taking her to brunch?” Roger gasped, nearly spitting out his coffee at the idea of his daughter dating his movie counter part.
“Speaking of dramatics, my dear. They’ve been dating nearly 4 months. Don’t act surprised that he’s taking her to breakfast.” His wife scoffed, walking into the kitchen.
Roger all but jumped out of bed and slid on his slippers and robe before joining his wife at the breakfast table.
“Should I tell her she’s too young to date? Remember when she was 4, I picked her up from nursery school and she told me she had a boyfriend? All I had to do was buy her ice cream and that boy was forgotten as fast as yesterday’s news. Think it’ll still work?”
“Darling, she’s 21, the same age I was when I gave birth to Lennon. Now, eat your eggs before they go cold.” YN patronized for taking his hand across the table and kissing the rosary tattoo up his hand
“But, but— she’s my baby!” He stuttered, in a whiny voice putting on a fake pout. “And besides, he’s 28!”
“My love, may I remind you that you were 30 when we began dating and I was only 19. Even younger than she is now, and he is younger than you were. We should be the last to speak about age gaps.” YN Taylor could always talk sense into her husband, no matter his feelings on the issue.
Just then their daughter emerged from her bedroom with a bright smile on her face and greeted her parents good morning.
“Morning daddy, morning mum.” Farrah smiled as she kissed her father on the cheek before doing the same to her mother and walking out the door.
“I should have never suggested him for the part and this never would have happened.” Roger huffed, setting down his coffee and pushing aside his eggs and bacon.
—2016 flashback—
One day in 2016 while the couple as washing dishes after dinner, Roger stood behind his wife with his hands around her waist and peppered her cheeks with kisses.
“Rog, stop! I’m trying to clean up. I love you, but grab a dish cloth and dry something will ya? Make those hands of yours useful.” YN giggled.
“Oh baby, if I recall, you thought they were plenty useful last night.” He smirked, doing as his wife asked and pulling the dish towel from her shoulder.
That night as they laid in bed, he brought up the idea of the BoRhap movie to his love, and the boy he had in mind to play his younger self, Mr. Ben Hardy. Her response?
“Really baby? You’re ego isn’t big enough? You need to be immortalized on television?” She giggled, looking at some of Ben’s headshots.
“Besides, this young boy has abs. You have never had abs my love.” She said, turning to her side to look properly at her husband and rub his tummy, that had become quite obviously bigger in the last 40 years.
“Shove off.” He chuckled before kissing his wife good night and turning off the bedside lamp.
—— present again ——
Roger was ripped from his thoughts when his wife came over and sat on his knee in the dining chair and picked at his bacon.
“Oi, woman! That’s my bacon.” Roger quipped, pinching his wife’s behind as he took a sip of his coffee.
“Hey! I had your children, mister. Plus, I made this bacon. Bacon for babies is a good trade, don’t ya think?” YN smiled and Roger just laughed, giving a quiet “touché” as his love clambered off of his lap before beckoning for her youngest son to wake up.
———
That evening the Taylor gang decided to invite the BoRhap cast (boys, Lucy and Tom Hollander (Jim Beach)) as well as Bri and Deaky over for dinner.
Jokes were told, stories were shared and even embarrassing home videos of the Taylor children were shown.
“Gee, thanks dad. Ben’s going to dump me now!” Farrah joked as her father played a video of her at 7 years old dressed up as Freddie Mercury’s Live Aid mini-me for Halloween complete with the moustache.
Ben just laughed and pulled her closer into his lap as they sat next to YN and Roger on the sofa.
“I don’t know, babe. I think I see why you dig me in my Rogerina get up now.” Ben winked.
“Oi! Don’t corrupt my baby, mister Hardy.” Roger lamely scolded as his wife smacked his chest playfully before kissing him sweetly and a little too long and passionately.
“Ok mum, your children are present.” Deacon murmured, trying to put an end to his parents make out session. Though, after everything they’d been through, their children were secretly ecstatic that their parents were still so in love after 40 years together.
As the gathering came to an end, and the cast aside from the real Brian and Deaky had left, the oldest Taylor child and his wife decided to make an announcement.
“Mum, dad, Julia and I are having a baby!” Lennon blurted. Farrah and Deacon were the first to congratulate their brother, while YN looked at her husband with tears of joy in her eyes. Still sitting in his lap on the sofa, she leaned into her husband’s lips and whispered,
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request: rafe gets you flowers anonymously every week but the ones you just received are definitely not from him.
"you've got flowers, again?" sarah asked you, peeking up from your shoulders to have a good look.
rafe was standing in the corner of the kitchen, pretending to drink from the carton box.
he had a smug smile plastered on his face. he had been sending you flowers for a total of six weeks, anonymously. this week he got you a bouquet of white camellia flowers. your favorites. you always said you liked the smell of it.
"oh, these roses are so pretty!" sarah gasped, throwing a glance in rafe's direction.
roses? he didn't send you roses.
rafe pulled away from the counter he was leaning on and snatched the bouquet from your hands.
"hey!" you protested "these are mine!"
"who would send you freaking flowers?" he spat out, tossing them in the trash.
you teared up and wiped away one stray tear that threatened to fall down.
you don't know what happened but in the last few years rafe became mean. he had always been your guardian angel when you were little but as you grew up he became more and more distant and eventually stopped talking to you.
you saw him often when you came over to the camerons but rafe would always avoid you.
"you're such a dick." sarah said, picking up the flowers and unfolding the little note that was attached to the wrapper.
but before she could read it out loud, rafe ripped it in pieces.
before you could react you heard a loud knock coming from the front door.
it was the same delivery guy from earlier but he looked a little bit embarrassed now.
"i'm sorry miss," he said slowly "i think i mixed up your delivery with someone else's."
rafe, that had his chest pressed against your back, leaned in to say "you got them mixed up?"
you had no idea why he seemed so relieved, even happy, when two seconds earlier he smashed those poor flowers into literal dust.
"i was an accident, sir. this one is the right order." he handed you a bouquet of camellias, scared to look at rafe in the eyes.
you brought them to your face and smelled them. you and rafe used to sneak in your neighbor's garden and steal some of them. rafe always took the blame for you.
after profusely apologizing for the torn bouquet, rafe paid the poor guy to buy new ones.
"aren't they pretty?" rafe asked you, pointing at the flowers in your hands before walking away.
"he's a fucking psycho." sarah said, not caring if rafe heard her.
you giggled and read the little note your secret admirer wrote you.
the handwriting was somehow familiar but you just couldn't seem to recall where you saw it.
from the other side of the house rafe cameron was calling the florist to plan next week's delivery. you would like sunflowers, right?
summary: after returning home from college for the summer, y/n runs into rafe cameron and the two form an unlikely relationship.
word count: 1582
a/n: part one of my new series inspired by "butterflies" by kacey musgraves. friends to lovers trope! main masterlist.
It had been a few months since your first college relationship ended.
It was summer now. You were back home, content with where you were, just coasting through life.
You spent your time with friends and family, at bonfire parties and backyard barbecues. You may have been single, but you certainly weren't lonely.
Besides, your ex was kinda... shitty, for lack of a better word. Instead of lifting you up, he was always holding you back. You felt as though you were suffocating towards the end, and finally you couldn't take it anymore so you broke up with him.
With all this newfound free time, you had taken to spending more time outdoors. Surfing, biking, or simply going for a walk, it felt nice to feel the fresh air and freedom on your skin.
One day you were going for a run in your neighborhood, when you felt someone else jogging up behind you.
"Hey! Wait up!" they said.
You turned around, ready to defend yourself, but to your surprise, it was none other than Rafe Cameron who had called you.
"Rafe?"
"Hey, uh...Y/N right?" he responded, looking unsure.
"Yeah, how'd you know?"
"Come on, I know everyone on this side of the island."
It was true. His family was by far the most affluent on the island and had the most connections. You wouldn't be surprised if his parents knew yours through their work.
Still, you felt the need to push back. "Is that so? Where do I go to college then?"
"Oh, easy. Everyone knows you go to Duke."
Now, you were surprised. Was Rafe Cameron keeping tabs on you?
He must have noticed your shocked face because he said, "Okay, by 'everyone,' I mean me. I know you go to Duke because I applied and got waitlisted."
"Ah, now there's the Rafe Cameron I know. Only cares about stuff when it involves him."
Were you being a little harsh? Yes. But Rafe Cameron had been the most popular guy in high school, he could handle a little teasing from you.
"Okay, ouch. Do you even know where I go to college?" he responded.
"Easy," you mocked him. "UNC Chapel Hill."
"Y/N Y/L/N, I didn't take you as a Rafe Cameron fan," he feigned surprise.
"Oh please, I only know because it's where all the frat boys go."
"Alright, fair enough. But I'll have you know I am so much more than just a frat boy."
"Yeah? Prove it." You don't know what possessed you to be talking to him like this, but hey, it was summer. What did you have to lose?
"How do you want me to do that?"
Yeah, how did you want him to do that? you thought to yourself.
"You're smart. I'm free the whole summer, figure it out," you settled on saying.
He seemed to think about it for a second. Finally, he responded, "Why do you think I called you earlier?"
It dawned on you that you had no idea. Sure, you two went to high school together but you hung out in entirely different circles and up until a few minutes ago, you weren't even sure that he knew who you were.
"I don't know, why?" you asked, almost nervously.
"I heard about your breakup. I wanted to see if you were okay."
"That's bullshit. I've only told my best friends about that." You knew that word traveled fast on the island, so you made sure to only tell people you trusted. How the hell did Rafe Cameron of all people find out?
"Well, you may not know this but all the college kids in North Carolina are connected in one way or another. One of my frat brothers is actually friends with your ex..." he trailed off, not sure how you would react to this.
For once, you were speechless. It really was a small world.
"Tell your brother his friend is an asshole," you finally managed.
He chuckled, relieved that you weren't angry or anything. He didn't know the full details of the breakup, but it definitely wasn't amicable.
"Sure, I'll pass the word along. But, yeah, I seriously did want to check on you," he said.
After a while, he added, "I'm getting over a breakup myself, actually."
"Oh. Sorry, I didn't know."
"It's alright," he said. And then, "Have some faith in me, I'm not a bad guy."
This was technically true. Even though he was the typical popular, rich guy in high school, he was definitely one of the better ones. He never bullied anyone and mostly kept to his circle of friends. However, you just couldn't wrap your head around the idea of someone who never acknowledged you during high school caring about you now. What had changed?
Guess you had the whole summer to find out.
—
After that day, Rafe somehow convinced you to hang out with him more. You weren't sure what his motives were, whether he had any aside from trying to prove to you he was "more than just a frat boy."
The first time he took you to a coffee shop, a local one in downtown Kildare.
"I didn't know you drank coffee like that," you remarked.
"Well, there's a lot you don't know about me," he had responded.
As he took a sip of his drink, you used this opportunity to get a better look at him. You were too shy to make direct eye contact with him, worried that his bright blue eyes would cause blood to involuntarily rush to your cheeks.
He had changed since high school. His shoulders had somehow gotten even broader, his hair was now buzzed down, had he gotten taller?
Suddenly, you wondered what his ex-girlfriend was like. Was she outgoing or shy? Did she go out every night or stay in her dorm? What did she study? In other words, was she like you or the total opposite?
You shook your head, what did it matter to you anyway? You never really liked him in high school, and he seemed all the same now.
(Just a little better looking, somehow.)
—
Weeks later, nothing and everything had changed. You two had been on...
morning runs (or walks, if you guys were hungover from the night before)
grocery store trips after deciding you would show Rafe how to make your pasta recipe
errands runs where you tagged along in Rafe's passenger seat
spontaneous surf trips at the local beach
and of course, late nights spent around a fire as you two reminisced about how different your high school experiences were
Your initial hesitation about spending time with Rafe had waned. You figured that as long as you were having fun, there was no harm being done.
You learned that a lot of Rafe's college friends lived out-of-state and he hadn't been with anyone since his own breakup so he was pretty lonely at home until you showed up.
"Y/N, if I had a girlfriend don't you think I would be with her right now?"
"I don't know! Maybe she lives halfway across the country or is being locked up in a tower somewhere and that's why you can't see her!"
"Can you even hear yourself right now? Who do you think I'm dating, Rapunzel??"
Okay, so he was single. And he was spending nearly everyday with you. As a friend, of course. He just needed someone to keep him company. These are all things you reminded yourself of.
You didn't even let yourself consider the possibility that there could be more to your sudden friendship.
—
Your steadfast attitude about your friendship wavered when you were over at his house one day.
You had been there a few times already, but when you knocked on the door this time, his sister Sarah opened it.
Sarah was a few years younger than you two, and was still in high school. Like with her brother, your paths had never really crossed.
"Oh, hey Sarah. Sorry, I was expecting Rafe," you said.
She smiled at you, "No worries, you must be Y/N?"
"Yeah, is he back there?"
Sarah moved out of the way you let you in. "Rafe! Your girlfriend's here!"
"Oh, no-" you started to correct her as Rafe appeared from the kitchen.
"Sarah, she's not my girlfriend," he said.
"Well, you certainly act like a couple," she responded before leaving you two alone.
"Sorry about that," Rafe said when she was out of the room.
"No, it's okay. I've been called worse," you joked.
"Yeah, whatever," he smiled. "The kitchen's all set for us to make lunch, you ready?"
Though you tried not to think about it, Sarah's words echoed in your mind for the rest of the day.
What were you two doing? Clearly, you were both using each other as a distraction, maybe not physically but definitely emotionally. You had both just gotten out of relationships and were looking to fill that void.
On the other hand, you had grown to genuinely like Rafe. It would not have been the worst thing in the world to be his girlfriend. In fact, later that night as you were lying in bed, you toyed with that idea.
"Hey, everyone. This is Y/N, my girlfriend," he would say, strong arms wrapped around your frame.
"Hi, I'm Y/n! Rafe's girlfriend," you would say while meeting his college friends.
Well, shit. You had fallen for Rafe Cameron and he had no idea.
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