Christy Turlington, 1992 ❄️

Consuming Love

This needed to be written. I want and need jealous and dark Rupert. Let me know what you think. There’s more to come, possibly from your perspective, where Rupert does sinful, irresistible things you can't escape...Comments are love....

Mature Warning!

Rupert Campbell-Black had never been a man to deny himself. He took what he wanted—thoroughly, ruthlessly, without regret. Women threw themselves at his feet, dazzled by his golden beauty, his effortless arrogance, the sheer brute force of his presence. And he indulged them, as long as they knew the rules: No love. No attachments. No silly dreams of taming the devil. The women who shared his bed understood that, though some tried to linger, stretching their time with him like spun sugar before it inevitably snapped. None were truly surprised when it ended—some even sold their stories to the press.

My Night Between the Sheets with the Bonking MP!Randy Rupert Strikes Again!

The headlines amused him. Good for them , he thought. They deserved their moment in the sun.

Then you happened.

A slip of a thing. Plush and full-bodied. Too young, too sweet, too unspoiled for the likes of him. A bookish little creature with big, luminous eyes that seemed to see through his carefully constructed façade. That was the problem—you knew what he was like, knew exactly what kind of bastard he could be, yet you were so fucking sweet to him. You blushed when he looked at you too long. Stammered when he spoke too low. Trembled when he brushed a knuckle over your cheek. But you didn’t succumb. You let him flirt, entertained him like one might a spoiled child or, in this case, a prowling, entitled man.

You thought yourself safe.

"Don’t be silly, Taggie. Why would he want me? He flirts with everyone. I’m too plain and boring for him. He probably thinks he’s doing me a kindness. You know how he is"

Oh, how wrong you were.

He should have walked away. Let you be. Let you escape. After all, Declan had warned him—you were old enough to be his daughter. Barely.

Rupert had told himself, at first, that it was nothing more than a passing fancy. That he merely wanted the thrill of chasing something that didn’t want him back. He had never been one for inexperience—too emotional, too much trouble. And yet, when he stared at you, he felt the unbearable pull to coax you out of your innocence, strip away the soft hesitancy. To corrupt you. To keep you.

You had ruined everything.

Because the moment he finally had you, he knew he would never have enough. Your virgin body, tight and untouched, should have been nothing more than a conquest—but when you giggled, breathless, body brushing against his in the tight quarters of Bar Sinister, something inside him snapped.

You were just so happy to celebrate, so trusting, so oblivious to what you did to him. You didn’t even notice how you pressed against him, how it wrecked him.

You haunted his thoughts.

He watched you in the Priory library on your breaks, curled up with your books, utterly lost in another world. You were exquisite. He could sit and watch you for hours if he let himself. The way your fingers toyed with the edge of the pages, the little crease in your brow when something in the text confounded you—it unraveled him.

But he was not the only one baying for your attention.

Rage filled him when Freddie leaned too close, demonstrating some new piece of technology, hunching over some blinking monstrosity. Declan was even worse, lingering in conversation, drowning you in his rapturous lectures on Yeats, some Irish poet or another. Worst of all was how you encouraged it, unaware that Declan was positioned perfectly to look down your top.

His little maiden.

Just like those ghastly romance books you loved, full of notions of purity and chivalry. And yet, Rupert had seen the well-worn copy of Lizzie peeking out of your bag—the one with the half-naked man plastered across the front. He wondered, then—was your mind as pure as your body?

Had you read those words and imagined things? Had you dared to picture yourself in such wicked scenarios? Had your fingers ever wandered beneath the sheets, your breath hitching in the quiet of the night, thinking of some nameless, faceless hero ravishing you?

Or had you imagined him ?

The thought nearly undid him.

He should have left you alone.

You deserved someone gentle. Someone kind. A bore, perhaps, who would marry you in some dreary registry office and move you into a grim two-up, two-down. The sort of man who would leave you unfulfilled night after night, who would give you a gaggle of children and a safe, dull life.

That, he convinced himself, would be the true travesty. To let you wilt in such mundanity, to see your light dim under the weight of mediocrity. You deserved to be happy.

Not with a man who wanted to take you apart and put you back together with nothing but his hands, his mouth, and his desperate, all-consuming need to own you.

But maybe—just maybe—you could be happy with him.

With him taking you apart every night with every part of his body.

He would have to marry you, of course. He didn’t mind the sound of that. He would have to. He would demand it.

The only real question was whether to take you before or after the wedding.

If he took you before, you would have to marry him.

If he waited, he could take his time, lay you out on his bed—no, your bed, their bed—and have the pleasure of seeing you sprawled across it, wrapped in the wedding dress he had chosen, the one that already hung in his wardrobe, waiting.

He could ruin you in it, rucking the delicate fabric past your thighs, bunching it around your hips as he drove into you, with his mouth, his fingers, his cock, branding you as his. For now and forever.

Then he could make you beg for it.

And you would beg.

Because by then, you would know.

You would understand that you had never belonged to anyone but him.

And God help anyone who tried to take you away—even yourself.

springtime angel🌸

Christy Turlington for Alaïa (1992)

Dilf/Husband!Rafe thinks you deserve all the pipe. 😻

With Rafe drowning in development projects, your son’s last year playing football, and the two of you trying to plan your daughter’s upcoming sweet sixteen, getting a free weekend to spend together alone felt like a dream. Especially getting to be however loud you wanted with no kids around and your gorgeous husband feeling the need to be inside you at every possible chance.

The white sheets of the hotel’s bed were a mess as your manicured nails dug into the linen. Your poor cunt was sore from the constant stretch of his thick cock plunging in and out of you, his low grunts of pleasure behind you only making you leak more around him. You watched him in the long standing mirror of the expensive hotel room, his muscled body flexing with each thrust he gave you as his hips smacked against your ass.

“This what you needed, huh?” He asked with a breathless growl as he relentlessly pounded into your wet hole. His blue eyes met your gaze in the reflection, a smirk coming to his face as he watched you take his dick. “So goddamn beautiful baby. You deserved to be filled every fucking second. Don’t you?”

You nodded the best your dizzy head would allow you to only for your upper body to give out as your arms grew weak. Your cheek pressed against the soft mattress, huge diamond ring and glittery band shining as you reached your hand back to tap at Rafe’s abs. “R-Rafe baby… it’s too much.” You mumbled, your climax slowly sneaking up on you. It wasn’t like you wanted him to stop, but the man was huge and your cunt was sensitive. You definitely deserved it though, he was right. While two of you had a very healthy sex life, everything had been so busy lately that you had missed getting to feel him, hear him and be with him in such an intimate way. “You’re gonna make me cum baby.” You whimpered, voice muffled by the sheets. The sounds of your moans, and wetness filled the hotel room along with the sexy groans and words of your husband.

“Fuck… you sound gorgeous. Let me fucking hear you baby, tell me how much you want daddy to shoot his cum inside your perfect cunt.” His tone and little strained, which caused you to come undone with a cry to his name.

xo

I neeeed more poly!marauders x reader but maybe on the train to hogwarts and James gets worked up over some girl in a magazine???

Sirius's magazine - poly!marauders

summary: when sirius sneaks his porn magazine into james's backpack, it's almost inevitable for the boy to find it and caught a happy accident. wc: 2.2k+

It had been a long summer without your boys. Sirius and James had spent a couple of pleasant months together, exchanging kisses behind close doors in disguise of helping a friend out, and you and Remus had been left all alone. So it wasn’t really a surprise that you were the first to greet each other on the train back to Hogwarts. James watched with pouty lips as you and Remus engulfed each other in a tight hug, the taller boy leaning down to kiss you. James and Sirius followed your movements, exchanging hugs and short kisses before you settled yourself against Remus’s side, his arm slung over your shoulder, keeping you snug against him. 

The group fell into a comfortable atmosphere as Sirius delved into stories about him and James while they stayed at the Potter Manor, and how Fleamont almost caught them kissing a little more than one time. “Oh please, if anyone would be fine with their son liking boys, it would be James’s parents.” You pointed out, resting your head on Remus’s shoulder. James shook his head “No but my parents think I have a girlfriend. Well, they know I have a girlfriend, but that’s it.” You raised your eyebrows in surprise, feeling Remus’s body move as he chuckled. “Yeah, James spoke about you so much that his mum asked if you were his girlfriend. Spoiler alert: he said yes.” You grinned widely, putting a hand on Remus’s chest and glancing up at his amused expression.

“Also,” James added, “In every photo I showed of our friend group, you’re pretty much always sitting in my lap, so it would be weird if I said no and then showed them those photos.” You hummed, shrugging your shoulders. “What can I say, I know where my favourite seat is.” Remus lightly shoved you before instantly bringing you back to his side and pressing a kiss on your forehead. “Let me show you.” James insisted, leaning down to lift his backpack up into his lap and ruffling through it. He huffed, pulling a large object out of the bag and saying “Sirius, you didn’t!” But the image on the front cover of the magazine instantly gave it away. “What!?” The boy defended, “I didn’t have time to put it in my luggage and I wasn’t going to leave it!” 

“Sirius, I don’t know about you, but I wouldn’t go shoving porn magazines in other people’s bags!” You and Remus both made a noise of understanding, nodding your heads in unison. “Three people aren’t enough to satisfy your needs?” Teased Remus, leaning further in his seat. Sirius held Remus’s eye contact, crossing his arms over his chest as he spoke “James, turn to page 26.” James obeyed, but not without shooting Sirius a suspicious look first. “Doesn’t she look just like her?” He asked, not breaking eye contact with the scarred boy.

James’s small gasp told you enough. His eyes were trained on the page, eyes wide, and if you were close enough, you’d probably see the way his pupils dilated. “What do you think?” Sirius asked. James shrugged his shoulders, trying to be nonchalant, but the redness in his cheeks and the shy look on his face spoke otherwise. “Not identical, but yeah, close enough.” James flicked to the other page, and you saw his jaw go slack, hand freezing on the paper. Suddenly, he looked up, briefly making eye contact with you before he slammed the magazine shut and averted his gaze to the window.

“Hey, I wanna see!” You called, standing up and snatching the magazine from James’s sweaty hands. You stood silently flicking through the magazine, an eyebrow raised as you scanned the promiscuous positions of the models on each page. The train jerked just as you landed on page 26, and you stumbled, throwing your arms out to regain your balance, but an arm was wrapping around your waist and tugging you towards them. You landed with a squeal on someone’s lap, and you looked back to spot Remus’s grinning face, both his arms snaking around your torso. He nodded towards the magazine, and you turned your gaze towards it, your breath immediately hitching in your throat.

“I was not expecting that.” You muttered, and Remus hummed in agreement. Page 26 had the most inappropriate image so far, with the model on her knees, chest touching the floor as she arched her back. The image was taken from the back, allowing a perfect view of her leaking centre between her spread legs. Sirius was right though, she had nearly identical hair, and her body’s curves dipped in similar manners to yours. “Well, I’ve never seen myself from that angle, so I wouldn’t know.” You announced, looking up at Sirius who wiggled his eyebrows at you suggestively. You turned to the next page, where the same model was now straddling a man’s lap, leaning over his chest with her fist closed around his dick. “Hey, he kind of looks like you!” You added, looking up at Remus with a grin. “Same tattoo placement too.” You pointed at the man on the page’s tattoo, just above his hip, and Remus ducked his head down to press kisses in the crook of your neck. “Meant to be together in every universe, yeah?” You twisted on Remus’s lap to face him, leaning closer to kiss him softly. One of his hands travelled to your hip to squeeze it gently, pecking your lips once more.

James’s attention was still turned towards the view on the other side of the window, but he listened closely to your entire loving exchange, an image of you an Remus together forming in his head. He winced, feeling himself grow impossibly harder. You cocked your head to the side as you observed James, calling the boy’s name once. As he turned his body towards you, he placed his hands over his lap, gulping harshly. You giggled, standing from Remus’s lap to wobble over to James. Wrapping your arms over his shoulders, you let yourself drop onto his lap, causing a loud moan to escape his parted lips. James’s hands moved to tightly grip your hips, adjusting you so that his swollen cock was right in between your legs.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” You asked teasingly, pressing a soft kiss on James’s temple. “Please, please.” He whimpered, looking up at you with pleading eyes. “You’re gonna have to be more specific than that Jamie, you know that.” Sirius turned his body towards you and James as the words tumbled out of your mouth, leaning back against  the compartment’s wooden door as he prepared himself for the show.

“I’m so hard, please.” He whispered, not daring to look at either of the other boys in the compartment. Sometimes they intimidated him too much, but you were always looking at him with adoration in your eyes. Turning your attention towards Remus, you silently deliberated with the quiet boy, a small smirk on his lips. The train hit a bump, causing your body to jump up and down on James’s lap, making him bite his lip painfully as he miserably tried to suppress a moan. Desperately, James bucked his hips up, looking for friction. His eyes fluttered shut as a satisfied breath left his lips, but his pleasure was short lived.

“James.” His eyes snapped open, looking directly across your body to make eye contact with Remus, who’d finally put on an assertive tone. “Are you so desperate to cum that you’re willing to do it in your trousers? On the train to Hogwarts?” James nodded quickly, which put a frown on Remus’s face. “Think about it for a few seconds.” It was James’s turn to frown, his eyebrows furrowing as he shook his head. “Go on and unbutton them for me.”

Sirius leaned to the side, reaching for the lock on the compartment door and turning it. He quickly mumbled a silencing spell while James rushed to undo his trousers. James looked up, waiting for further instructions from Remus. “Pull your boxers down.” You glanced down at James’s movements, watching his cock spring out of his boxers, tip leaking with drops of precum. You couldn’t help but wrap your hand around his cock, causing James’s jaw to fall open in a silent moan. A call of your name had your head snapping back towards Remus, patiently listening for his next words. “Just sit on it for now.” Sirius barked out a laugh as you whined “What? That’s not fair!” Remus raised his eyebrows at your disobedience, and it was enough for you to sigh submissively and follow his commands.

James’s hand slid under your skirt to push your panties to the side, the other arm wrapping around your waist carefully to help you slowly sink onto him. Your eyes snapped shut as you took in James’s thick length, a quiet whimper leaving you as you tried adjusting to his size. The only sound in the compartment was your and James’s heavy breathing, tears clouding your vision as you got yourself used to James’s girthy cock. James’s hands returned to your hips in an instant, slightly lifting you off him to help you adjust. Remus watched silently, manspreading and crossing his arms over his chest. “You’re not gonna tell them to stop moving?” Teased Sirius, moving to sit next to the boy in command. “Bold coming from the guy who got them in this situation.” He fired back, though the playful smile on his face suggested he was only teasing.

Remus put an arm out and Sirius quickly moved to fill the empty space in front of it, taking your precious spot. The two shared a quick kiss and James instantly whined, letting his head drop on your shoulder as he tried holding himself back from moving. “I still don’t think this is fair.” You announced boldly, squeezing your legs together for more friction. “I didn’t even do anything!” You whimpered as the train hit another bump, James’s dick grazing your cervix.

Remus smiled at you, standing up and taking a step towards you. You looked up at him hopefully, chest puffing up when he leaned down to kiss you, cupping your cheeks with both his hands. You moaned quietly, pushing yourself up to return the kiss and Remus chuckled in the kiss, sliding his tongue in your mouth. Your fingers closed around Remus’s sweater, trying to pull him closer to you, but he broke the kiss, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs as he smiled down at you. “I know darling, you’re being so good for me. Get through this and I promise I’ll reward you when we get to the castle yeah?” You nodded eagerly, only remembering about James when he sharply thrusted his hips into yours, causing a loud gasp to escape your lips.

“Well, we both know who isn’t getting a reward later.” Remus scolded, causing James to whine, his head falling back in disappointment. “Okay James, go crazy.” Your eyes widened when those words left Remus’s mouth, and you instantly opened your mouth to protest “Not too crazy!” But James had already started thrusting his hips into you with such force that you bounced up his lap with each thrust. “Oh god!” You cried, biting your lip to stop yourself from moaning too loud. 

From in front of you, Sirius bit his lip at the sight of you panting on top of James who desperately bucked his hips into you, feeling himself grow hard. Fuck, now he was going to have to find a magazine with a lookalike of you and James together. “Don’t forget about her.” Remus warned James, sitting back down next to Sirius. James whimpered, mumbling “I’m sorry, sorry” as his hand travelled to the front of your panties, snaking inside to fumble around, looking for your clit. You jerked up when James’s fingers connected to your clit, beginning to harshly rub circles on it as he began losing rhythm of his thrusts.

Suddenly remembering that he wasn’t limited to this position alone, James wrapped his free arm around your waist, using the momentum of his thrusts to stand up. You yelped as James put you on your feet, turning you towards the window so he could hit it from the back. You stuck your ass out, legs immediately beginning to shake from the new angle as James began thrusting into you with more power.

Sirius cleared his throat, reaching for the button of his trouser, when Remus placed his hand atop his, saying “Don’t.” Sirius’s eyes widened, and he mumbled “What?” though he quickly turned his attention back to you and James just as your back was arching and James’s thrusts were becoming sloppy. Your high pitched moans filled the compartment while James was crying out your name, releasing his load into you. He kept his cock buried inside you while you both came, emptying every last drop of cum into you. You panted heavily, turning your torso as much as you could to kiss James, who eagerly accepted your kiss. Sirius finally turned his gaze back to Remus, who still kept his hand over his, and questioned again. “What? You’re joking, right?” Remus shook his head, holding out the magazine that Sirius had hidden in James’s bag. “Think of it as a sort of punishment.” 

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Everyman gets his wish

P1

Rafe Cameron x Pogue!reader

Synopsis: The king of figure eight hooks up with a sweet doe eyed stranger a party. Thing is, he doesn’t know that she is everything he isn’t; a hard working Pogue.

Content warnings: Use of fem pronouns, smut, loss of virginity, mentions of blood, mentions of class.

Word count: 6623

I've only read over this part once, there will be more. Let me know if I missed anything. xx

Tonight was the biggest night on the Kook calendar Midsummer, where the rich folks of Kildare congregated once a year to brag about their business and financial achievements and show off their wealth to one another.

Another year another midsummer but for you it was just another day working, serving drinks to the super rich.

To everyone here you were no one, nothing actually or at least that's what it felt like living on this island when you were around Kooks, they wouldn’t even look at you if you were on fire let alone when you poured their drinks and served them food. Most of them thought they were too good to even breathe the same air as you, especially the ones here.

Your whole life revolved around accommodating to kooks you were never on their side of the island unless you were  working even before you could work you could remember your time in figure eight with your mom as she cleaned the Cameron house. You had memories from as early as four years old following her around the house as she swept and folded their expensive clothes back then it ment nothing to you.

You got your work ethics from your mother. You worked your ass off serving drinks with a smile and a polite attitude despite the unlikeable personalities you had to endure, such as Ward Cameron. He behaved like he was committing an act of charity by just existing in your vicinity like you should be so greatful. Even when you were a kid and Sarah tried to befriend you, your mom told you to be careful not to upset Mr Cameron or his kids out of fear that she would lose her job if you did. It was bramatic but it was a very real possibility.

“I don’t know how much they pay you here but I'm sure it's enough to know how to make a proper Tom collins. Did you even put any Gin in this?” Ward snarked as his wife clung to his side with her obnoxiously big head piece threatening to poke out the eyes of her youngest step daughter.

“I'm so sorry sir. I can make you another one.” You offer with a tight lipped smile.

“Try to get it right this time, huh?”

“Dad, chill.” The blonde girl at his side snapped in your defence.

As you remade Ward’s tom collins your eyes flickered up to the group noticing the illustrious Rafe Cameron, not even looking fazed at the way his father was acting obviously used to it and absolutely fine with it. The family in front of you made you grateful that your family wasn’t anything like them, because despite their grand entrance and lavish clothing you could tell not a single one of them enjoyed the company.

“Here you go, sir.. Can I get you anything else?” You ask looking at the group for confirmation. 

“Macallan on the rocks.” Rafe requests from behind his family not even sparing you a single glance, of course.

“Good choice, it's a popular whiskey.” You say trying to brighten the bitter mood his father supplied only for Rafe to look you up and down with an even more bitter glare in response.

You’ve never had an issue with Rafe beyond his attitude which he’d had for as long as you could remember, the only time you could think of him not being like this was with his mom. She was always the only person he seemed to really like and she was the only person he would listen to, like the time Rafe joined in with you and Sarah playing tag and he tripped you if it hadn’t happened right in front of your eyes you wouldn’t have believed anyone could get him to apologise but his mom did.

You turn away from Rafe’s scrutiny to grab the bottle from the top self with the assistance of a small step ladder and as you reach for the bottle you hear Ward begin again. “Do you really think it's a good idea to drink today?”

“I’m 23, what's wrong with one drink?”

You pour Rafe’s drink despite Ward's words to his son and drop in two ice cubes, not forgetting to plaster your face with a smile before you turn around. Ward shoots you a disapproving look as you place the whiskey in front of Rafe.

“That will be all.” Ward confirms in a way that tells you he definitely won't be tipping your service.

“Thanks.” Sarah says before following her father into the crowd.

Only an hour in and Midsummer was in full swing, every kook in attendance eager to mingle and flaunt their wealth but none of them had the wealth the Cameron’s did. Everyone on Kildare knew them, not always for the best reasons but everyone knew them, especially Rafe. He was everything your parents raised you not to be but you couldn't blame him when he had a father like he did.

This was your third year working midsummer and your first time working at the bar, now that you were old enough. The conditions behind the bar were a lot better than when you served hors d'oeuvres to the rowdy teens dragged along by their parents. Behind the bar you didn't have to wear a shirt and tie and the tips definitely made you reconsider your choice to not come back next year.

“Hey sweetheart, lookin’ nice!” You hear a voice call from over your shoulder, deciding to ignore it as now that your shift was over you didn’t have any obligations to anyone here anymore so you kept walking to your car.

When a car pulled up beside you cruising as you avoided the gaze of the driver hanging halfway out the window until he called for you again this time with a whistle, you stopped abruptly to face them.

“I really liked your service back there.” When you continued to  walk beside the car not feeling a need to respond to that comment. “Don't say you don't remember me. I'm hurt.” Of course you remembered him, Topper Thornton, a mythic snob who seemed to be in a good enough mood to not insult you right now.

When you got a good look at the car you noticed Rafe in the passenger seat looking bored as ever, followed by Kelce in the back with a couple of other guys who you couldn't name but they were definitely also kooks.

Topper doesnt seem deterred by your lack of response. “How about you hop in and we take you to a real party?” 

“I would take you up on that offer but I'd literally rather be doing anything else with anyone else.” You reply as you reach your car quickly unlocking it and hopping in.

The drive back to the Cut seemed longer today probably because of the irritation from having to deal with so many kooks and all the unfilled potholes you had to endure once you crossed over into low income territory. When you got home you weren't surprised to see that no one else was there. There was a mess left in the living room that you knew wasn’t going anywhere if you didn’t do something about it but you resisted the urge to clean up after your brothers.

Instead you headed straight for the bathroom wanting to rid yourself of the tight little black dress you thought was a good choice for your first time behind the bar and despite all the tips it earned you, you were more than grateful to be out of it. If it weren't for the hot water turning cold you probably would have stayed in the shower for much longer but the moment the icy liquid hit your body you squealed and hopped out into the small bathroom switching off the water once you were wrapped in your towel safely.

Without the sound of running water you could hushed voices and movement coming from the otherside of the door assuming it was one of your brothers you walk into the living room wrapped up in a towel ready to chew out whoever was home for leaving the place in such a state but when you're met with a set of baby blue eyes belonging to a certain blonde you scream and clasp a hand to your chest protectively.

“Jj! What the hell?!” Just as you finish up your sentence you hear wrustling of plastic coming from behind him and see the other pogue boys behind him, John B waving from behind the fridge door and Pope sitting on the couch as if there isn't a pile of laundry nearly his size stacked next to him. “Guys have you ever heard of knocking?

“Hey.” Pope waves at you and you smile back at him still waiting on a reply.

“We did knock duh.. You just didn't answer.” Jj says as he takes a seat on the other side of the couch and laundry pile.

“We saw your car outside so we just came in, sorry.” John B says in between mouth fulls of cocktail sausages

“Okay so why are you here?” You ask, running out of patience with the boys.

“Kiara sent us to come get you. She said you looked miserable behind the bar earlier and thought maybe a party would cheer you up.” Pope says apparently the only one in the room who wants to be useful. “Oh and she will not take no for an answer.”

“And y’all really think a kook party will help?” You ask rhetorically.

“Sorry, we are just as powerless as you here.” John B raises his hands in defence.

“Now go get dressed before we drag you out in that towel.” Jj threatens.

You roll your eyes and walk away. The first thing you do when you reach your room is put on body lotion wanting to feel good at least knowing you were about to proceed to stress out over what to wear, Jj insisted on Knocking on the door every five minutes to hurry you despite your offers to stay home.

When you finally come out of your room Jj is pacing impatiently while John B rambles about some girl he’s nervous to see tonight and Pope seems too relaxed for someone who hates kooks as much as you.

“Why did it take you so long to put on a tank top and a skirt?” Jj asks, sounding exasperated.

“You wouldn’t understand but beauty takes time.” You state simply with a smile.

“You know Kie will kill us if we're late?” Pope asks as if it is some big revelation.

“Exactly, let's go.” John B says and before anyone else can respond he’s rushing to the door as he unwrapped a mini muffin and stuffed it in his mouth. As you lock the door behind him and the others you wonder where he found all that food since you didn’t buy groceries yet this week.

“John B what's up with you? I haven’t seen you this nervous since Jj stole that money from his dad for pizza when we were twelve.” You ask genuinely concerned that he was gonna have a nervous breakdown before you even got to Figure eight.

“He's fallen in love with the Kook Princess.” Pope says nonchalantly.

You crane your head to look over your shoulder at John B, his expression confirming Pope’s statement. “As in.. Sarah Cameron?” You laugh as you jiggle the door handle to confirm it's locked.

“Yep.” Jj confirms popping the P at the end of the word.

“You know Kiara hates her..” You say as you hop into the twinkie behind Jj and Pope.

“Y/N I think it's true love.”

“Hey, it could be worse. She could be a psycho like Rafe.” Pope firmly pats John B’s back.

“Oh god.. If Kiara doesn't get to me first, Rafe is gonna kill me!” John B’s head drops onto the steering wheel dramatically and he starts mumbling about his doomed romance.

“If you're gonna have a fit let someone else drive.” You say as you punch the back of his seat.

“No, I'm okay.. I'm okay.” He sounds like he's trying to convince himself more than anyone else.

When you arrived at Tannyhill John B made sure to park on the street outside so as to not attract attention from any kooks, that's where Kiara met you waiting by the gate.

“Hey guys, you're late.” Kie says as you all hop out of the twinkie.

Everyone grumbles an apology which makes Kie roll her eyes.

“Sorry, John B was having a fit.” you say in mocking.

The party was in full swing, kooks and their fancy cars lined the obnoxiously large driveway and music blasted from inside the house.

“About what?” Kie asks.

“Don't blame me, Y/N took an hour to get ready.” John B defends.

As the group reached the front of the house you passed Rafe’s black truck a car anyone in the outer banks would be able to identify if it passed them and as the

“Y’all literally broke in while I was in the shower. Plus I just got home from the country club twenty minutes before you guys.” You argue back as your group squeezed past a group loitering in the foyer.

Kiara chuckles and stops in front of the kitchen island that held all of the drinks– a lot of drinks. “Honestly I don't even care anymore, let's drink!”

“That's what I'm talking about!” Jj yells as he grabs a large jug to mix up some toxic concoction. You grimace as you watch Jj empty out half a liter of Vodka into the mixture, mixing it swiftly with a spoon he found on the counter then pouring it into five separate solo cups.

“Jj are you sure this is safe to drink?” You ask as you take an attentive sip. “This could kill someone! Where's the cola?”

While the others were brave enough to choke down Jj’s attempt at a cocktail, you walk around the island to grab the bottle on the other side from there your eyes scan across the room noting the faces of the various Kooks you served that day and right in the middle of them all was Rafe Cameron you knew he would be here but you just thought you wouldn't spot him so soon.

“Don't water it down too much!” He whined as he watched you dilute the mixture with cola. Your eyes trail over to the adjoining lounge flicker between your drink and Rafe as he leaned down to the coffee table in front of him to snort a line of something. Jj’s eyes follow yours across the room. “What are you.. Oh.”

Once you finished pouring the cola it wasnt who you thought in your line of sight. No, it was Sarah Cameron in all her glory, really living up to the princess title. Perfect hair, perfect smile and all over perfect no wonder John B was in love.

“What is she doing here?” Kiara says pointing at Sarah and every one follows the point of her finger to the blonde girl.

“Oh no.” John B mumbles to himself and rubs his hands over his eyes in frustration.

“Dude, it's her house.” Pope sounded almost confused.

“Whatever, why is she coming over here?” She huffs.

“Hey, guys.” Sarah waves flashing her pearly white teeth at the group which Kie rolls her eyes at. Everyone watches apprehensive as she walks toward John B putting a hand on his arm before turning back to the group. “Glad you could all make it. You’re Y/N right? We met earlier.”

“Yeah, I make the worst tom collins in Kildare.” You wave from across the kitchen island and she laughs.

“Why is she talking to us?” Kiara asks with a serious crease in her brow. “Seriously, John B?”

 “Kie we have bigger problems. Rafe cameron at twelve o’clock.” Pope says, tilting his head forward. The whole group including Sarah perk up looking over at rafe seeing that he's walking over with Topper and Kelce on his tail.

“I'm out.” Pope says quickly leading the group out of the packed room. By the time you were able to get back around to the other side of the kitchen island Rafe, Topper and Kelce were cutting you off from the group with large strides following your friends out through the back door but never once even sparing you a glance, focused completely on their rivals.

You sigh at the realisation that you managed to get out of yet another scuffle with Rafe Cameron, remembering the last time you witnessed his wrath was last summer when Jj worked Midsummer with you as a server rafe was so brutal you feared Jj would have ended up in the hospital it wasn't until Ward stumbled in that Rafe even considered stopping. It's safe to say that Jj will never work at the country club again.

You waited it out in the kitchen sipping on your drink until Kiara texted you to say that they had lost Rafe and his goons and they were coming back to find you. Turns out Sarah was actually a big help in harbouring your fugitive friend, apparently she managed to hide everyone in the pool shed before Rafe got to them.

“He didn't say or do anything to you did he?” Sarah asks, eyeing you as if looking for any sign of injury or being shaken up.

“Didn’t even look at me.” You spread your arms out beside you as if to show her you’re completely fine.

“Who knew, not all Camerons are Bad?” Jj says, sounding genuinely surprised.

“I reluctantly have to say he might actually be– just a little bit– right about that.” Kiara adds looking at Sarah with a half contained smile.

“Good to know this is my redemption arc.” Sarah laughs Obviously over whatever beef she and Kiara had.

“I’m glad everyone is getting along now.” John B sighs as if the group dynamic being saved was a bigger feat than surviving Rafe.

The night went pretty smoothly until you split off from the group again to find a bathroom, after three more of Jj’s cocktails you finally felt the need to go and in your inebriated state you had no patience but it seemed every bathroom in the house was occupied or covered in vomit even with the excessive amount of them, they didn’t seem to be getting any less occupied as you stumbled from door to door.

Eventually you made your way upstairs only to be met with the same issue. Each door you attempted to open was either a bedroom, closet or occupied. After some careful consideration you decided to go into one of the empty bedrooms knowing that at least one of them had to have an en suite.

When you entered the room was empty, so you headed for the door on the right side of the room hoping it was a bathroom so you wouldn’t have to go outside in a bush. To your relief it was and you wasted no time locking the door behind you.

As you wash your hands in the sink you hear movement on the other side of the door and still your movements trying not to make too much noise. You wait a few minutes for the  noise to die down then make your way to the door slowly unlocking it and sadly that silence didn’t mean the room was empty no. The was Rafe laying on his bed legs dangling off the side. This must have been his bedroom. God what were you supposed to do now? Before you could close the door again and retreat back inside, Rafe sat up from his bed looking over at you.

Your stomach did that thing it always seemed to do when he looked at you, this time just a little more violently. If your friends knew about it they would either make fun of you for it or hate you but that exactly why they will never know.

“Hi, I’m so sorry. I just needed to use the bathroom.” You say as you step off of the tiled floor turning off the light as you move into his dimly lit bedroom. He just continues to look at you with a raised brow and stands towering over you. As you stare back you notice a small cut on his brow and a pink welt forming on the side of his face.

“Are you okay?” You ask as your hand reaches up to touch his face but his hand catches yours before you can make contact. “Sorry.” You step back unsure of when you even got close enough to touch him.

“I'm fine.” He says in a clipped tone.

“You’re bleeding..” As the words come out your eyes drop to his hand hanging by his side with a small first aid kit clutched in his fist. “Can I help you?”

You should have been trying to get out of there as fast as possible but your drunken reckless mind forgot all about Rafe’s messy history the moment he looked at you.

Your hand reaches for the kit and he begins to pull away but when your fingers make contact with his he stills allowing your delicate hands to take it from him without opposition. If anyone else were pushing him back to sit on his bed right now he might think they wanted him to fuck them but you just seem too pure to think like that.

He watched your small fingers tear open an alcohol wipe and when he glanced up, you were staring at him with those kind doe eyes that he only now noticed so he nervously averted his gaze before his mind could take note of how glazed over or round they were.

When the wipe made contact with his skin he hissed slightly and you whispered out an apology, your voice so gentle he relaxed despite the sting. He didn't even know what he was doing until his hand clasped the back of your thigh almost fully enveloping it and squeezing slightly as you pressed a small band aid to his brow and you didn’t question it thinking that he needed something to distract him.

There is a long silence and Rafe drops his hold on you. “You should put some ice on that.” You gesture to the side of his face.

Rafe just looked at you, something between suspicion and curiosity in his eyes. “Do I know you from somewhere?” The thought flashes through his mind that you might be his guardian angel because here you are dressed in all white looking more innocent than anyone at this party.

“I-”

“Nah, I would know if I’d seen you before.” He continues, not too bothered whether you had an answer to his previous question or not. It was funny to you that now that there were no clear signs as to what class you fell into he was willing to give you more than a few words.

You’d met Rafe many times before not that he ever fully acknowledged your presence which was a good thing considering, the closest you’d gotten to him in years other than serving him food and drinks was when he was tormenting your friends.

“So angel, who invited you to my party?” His gaze lingered a little too long on your body as he spoke to you only looking up when you didn't answer.

You were very careful with your next words knowing that if you said you came with your Pogue friends that wouldn’t end well and he’d be kicking you out on the street and marching off to fight them. “Kiara.. Carrera-.”

“Yeah I know her.. She brought those low life pogue friends of hers didn’t she?” His tone switched slightly deepening when he asked about the boys that were like brothers to you.

His words echoed in your head reminding you exactly why you should cut this conversation short with him– because he hated low life Pogues such as yourself.

“I wouldn’t know, umm.. I should get back to-” Once again you were cut off by Rafe.

“You’re not gonna leave me here alone are ya, Angel? I’m hurt.” He said in a tone that was so sickeningly sweet and if he hadn’t gently grasped your hand to stop your retreat you would have thought his words were aimed at someone else. “C’mon we can have our own fun up here.”

The hand that held yours moved to your side right above your hip, his touch was light and tickled as his fingers landed against your body tapping softly like they were pressing down on piano keys. He guided you to sit down with him on the bed in the center of the room.

“What's your name?” he asked, staring deeply into your eyes, almost actually looking interested.

“Y/N.”

“Y/N.” He repeats. “That's a pretty name, I'm Rafe.”

“I know.” You confirm as if you didn’t know whose party you were at or whose house you were in.

He nods in satisfaction. “So Y/N, do you like my party?”

“Parties aren’t really my thing..”

“That's why I haven't seen you before.” Rafe surmised wrongly. “Don’t worry I’ll show you a good time.” he adds and all of a sudden he's closer to you than you remember and his hand is on your upper thigh thumb caressing the exposed skin there.

You forced a smile and nodded at him, if it weren't for the fact that your brain was all hazy from the cocktails Jj had mixed up maybe you would have had the sense enough to say no to him when he asked you to stay or when he pulled you into his lap or even when he kissed you. The kiss turned into heavy breathing and grinding down on his lap but your body just drew you closer to him each time you thought about moving away from his touch.

You pulled back trying to calm yourself and come back to your senses but Rafe’s lips just latched on to your jaw, working their way down your throat. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer with the other hand on your hip grinding you down against his hard on.

“Take this off.” He breathes between kisses as he tugs on the hem of your shirt and you’re momentarily taken aback by the sharpness of his command.

You lift your arms enough for him to lift your tank over your head, leaving you in a bralette that was too skimpy to really cover anything underneath. He throws your shirt aside then lifts you in his arms and turns to place you on the bed for him to climb on top of you between your legs.

He gripped the back of your neck, pulling you into another kiss, this one deeper and messier, his tongue swiping across yours. There’s the faint drone of the party going on outside and people passing  by but you couldn’t care less as he pulled his hips away from yours kneeling between your thighs to pull his shirt off over his head.

If he couldn’t feel your wetness before he could definitely see it from his position with your skirt bunched around your waist exposing your cotton covered core. He gives you a warning look, when your hands begin tugging on the hem of your skirt trying to cover the evidence of your arousal.

“Don’t be shy, Angel.” He sounded rougher like he was straining himself.

For a moment, his gaze softens as he studies you, a flicker of admiration passing through his eyes. When his eyes trail down to your soaked panties again they darkened and filled with lust.

“Fuck..” Slowly, almost hesitantly, he leans in, his lips hovering just a breath away from yours. “Tell me to stop and I’ll stop.”

You bit your lip softly not trusting your voice so you shook your head in reply. 

He kissed the corner of your lips softly then pulled back shaking his head. “I need you to say it. Out loud.”

“Please don’t stop.” You whined and that’s all the confirmation he needed to reach down to your skirt and panties pulling them down and completely off. Once the damp fabric was out of the way he began rubbing his fingers between your wet folds.

You cursed yourself for giving in, for getting so caught up in the moment but his touch was so intoxicating all you could do was whine and tug at the sheets around you as his fingers sank into your core and began pumping in and out of you.

The sound of your wetness mixed with your soft moans had Rafe groaning deep in his throat. 

Your back arched towards him as his thumb landed on your sensitive bud. He breathed out, his eyes twinkling as he took in your appearance completely overwhelmed by his touch.

He pumped in fingers and slowly scissored them inside of you stretching your walls. He quickened the pace of his thumb against your clit and you bite down on your lip as you approach your high.

He can tell you’re close and his eyes burn intensely as he watches your face contorted in pleasure. “Let go for me Angel.”

Even after you came around his fingers he didn't stop his hands movement until he saw tears begin to form in your eyes.

“You did so good for me, Angel.” He says as he pulls back and pulls his fingers out of your core bringing them up to his lips tasting your juices on his fingers. Your head rolls to the side, lip caught between the whiteness of your teeth as you tremble beneath him.

He wanted to go down on you so bad but at this point his dick was straining against his jeans painfully. 

Rafe’s hand cups your cheek tilting your face back to look at him slowly, almost hesitantly then he leans in, his lips hovering just a breath away from yours. “You’re doing so well, f’me.” He mumbled against your lips and closed the distance between you, the large hand on your face moving to tangle into your hair as your lips meet again.

What you were doing was so wrong knowing the history Rafe had with your friends, this was essentially a betrayal but at this point there was no going back. You'd already taken it too far and now he was between your legs pulling the zipper of his jeans down and tugging them off with his boxers and you had no qualms as he rested himself between your thighs again and began lining his hard cock up with your entrance.

His hands drop to your sides, reaching up to the straps of your bralette tugging them down to expose your breast. “Damn, you’re beautiful.” He attempts to unclasp the bralette from the back only to get impatient and pull on both sides until something gives and it comes undone and he throws it somewhere in the room along with the rest of your clothes.

You watched the corner of his mouth curve upwards as he gazed down at you. “You ready, Angel?”

“Yes, I want you inside me.. Please.” Rafe liked that you were so obedient and you wanted him as much as he did you right now.

“Stay still for me okay.” Rafe commanded, as he pushed his hips forward finally beginning to push past your warm folds, your wetness enveloping his length slowly. You felt a painful stretch as he pushed through your tightness.

Rafe's eyes lulled back as your warmth enveloped him. He swore he felt it suctioning him in and he knew he would’t be able to pull away if he wanted. It seemed like forever until Rafe bottomed out when he finally did your eyes were brimming with tears.

“You’re doing so good for me.” He whispered with a shaky voice.

You could only whine in response to his praise too caught up in the overwhelming pain and pleasure to form words coherently.

“Say my name.” Rafe commands as he thrusts just once to emphasize his words. “Say it!” he grunts as he continues not able to hold back his thrusts for longer.

“Rafe.. Rafe, Rafe.” You chant his name in time with his thrusts. 

He leans down on his forearms, caging you in to kiss down the column of your neck and gently nip at your collar bone moving further down between your breast before he wrapped his lips around your left nipple sucking it harshly into his mouth and releasing it from his lips with a pop before going back down to lick and suck on it more.

The sound of your wetness filled the room and Rafes breath was heavy as he latched onto your breast muffling his groans as a knot was forming deep in your gut making your core squeezed around his length. You were so overwhelmed by all the sensations and sounds.

“Fuck, I’m close angel.” He groaned against your chest, speeding up his thrusts sitting up on his knees and moving his hands to your hips to hold you down as he adjusts his angle making you take him deeper. “Let go, I can feel you holding back.. Just let go.”

And you did, your body convulsed beneath him still whimpering his name as you came undone around him, he wasn't far behind you and came only a moment after later spilling into you while still thrusting wanting to extend your shared pleasure.

As you came down from your high your gaze was focused on the ceiling and your mind went hazy as you focused back on the sounds and vibrations in the house around you. Only then did you remember you were at a party where you had maybe too much to drink and your friends were probably looking for you downstairs somewhere, completely unaware that you had public enemy No.1 between your legs right now. 

But before you could finish that thought Rafe hisses as he pulls out of you instantly missing your warmth when he does and all you could think about was how empty you felt now that he wasn't inside of you. You open your eyes as he falls to your side resting his arm across your abdomen gently hugging you against his body. 

You needed to leave it was the right next move but you felt yourself drifting in and out of unconsciousness maybe because of the weight and warmth of Rafe’s touch, the alcohol in your system or the long day of working at the country club but either way your need to leave was out weighed by your want to stay.

When you woke in the morning Rafe’s presence was no longer there, instead you were met with an empty bed still slightly warm on the left side. You took that as a sign that you should leave assuming Rafe left to avoid an awkward goodbye and would want you gone before he came back.

You stumbled slightly as you stood trying to locate each piece of clothing you had arrived in coming up short when it came to your phone, knowing you couldn't leave in your current state. When you finally located your phone too much time had passed and you feared Rafe would find you still in his space. The door to the bedroom opens up revealing Rafe standing shirtless with a glass of water.

He walks over leaving only a small distance between the two of you. “Good to see you’re awake.”

Try to step around him towards the door. Rafe puts the glass down on his desk quickly grabbing your wrist to pull you in, his hands cupping the sides of your face, pulling you towards him for a slow deep kiss.

You try not to show the shock that envelops you as he pulls back tugging your lip as he does. His eyes are missing their usual darkness and intensity, his face looks relaxed and almost happy, this wasn't the Rafe Cameron you learnt to avoid. Your eyes flicker across his face as if you’re trying to make sure that this is the real Rafe Cameron standing in front of you.

“You could stay.” He suggests and despite how tempting that offer felt, now you knew that your friends would be looking for you and maybe they had been already and gave up either way you needed to get home before anyone saw you here.

“I can’t.”

Rafe caught your hand just as your other one found the door knob to his bedroom. He crowded you against the door and kissed the side of your neck. “You’re gonna leave before I get your number?” His eyes gleamed as he turned you to face him and pulled your body against his. “C’mon, don’t just use me and abuse me.” He jests, feigning offence. “Phone?” He commands with his hand out.

He steps back allowing you to unlock and hand over the device so he can type in his number but not before deleting the two dozen texts you got from the pogues last night. “I Texted myself so if you don’t call I will.” He says, peering down at you through slightly squinted eyes as he hands back your phone that's when he notices your outfit, stepping back to eye your body more closely.

Rafe quickly turns away to grab the grey hoodie that was hanging from his desk chair handing it to you. “I could give you a ride..” He suggests as you take the sweater from him and he smiles a real toothy smile.

“No, I'm good.” You say, smiling up at him through your lashes before pulling the hoodie over your head. “I promise, I’ve got a ride.” You lied.

Rafe nods, looking satisfied before opening the door behind you so you can leave but not before he pecks you on the lips one last time.

Once Rafe’s bedroom door was closed behind you rushed down the stairs trying to rationalise what you had just done and nothing came up. How could you think sleeping with Rafe was a good idea? What would you do if your friends found out? Fuck where were your friends?

When you exit the house you check the most recent text on the P4L group chat assessing the vibe noting that everyone was freaking out over your disappearance. You pause at the gate at the end of the Cameron’s drive when you hear someone calling your name.

You turn back to the house seeing Sarah running towards you. “Y/N! Thank god! We’ve been looking for you all night.” She says trying to catch her breath. 

“We?” You ask.

She nodded, still trying to gain back her breath as she walked beside you. “The others are waiting in the twinkie.” she points across the street through the open gate. “Where did you go?”

Before you could answer her there was yelling from across the street. “She’s alive!” Jj exclaims opening the door to the back of John B’s camper.

“Did you guys sleep in here?” You ask, looking at them in disbelief as you climb into the back.

“Duh. As if we were gonna leave you here.” Pope chuckled.

“Sarah, where did you find her?” John b says looking genuinely surprised that she came back with you.

“I didn’t. She was leaving when I was.”

“What were you doing in there all night Y/N?” Pope asks with a raised brow?

“Yeah and whose hoodie is that? Did you meet a guy?” Kie asks excitedly.

“Better not be a Kook!” Jj adds, which earns him some nods and hums of agreement.

“Can we just go?” you snap.

“Oh my god! You did. Didn’t you?” Kiara says, sounding even more giddy. “Wait, You never talk to guys. Who was he?”

“I think I'm still drunk guys. Can we please go home?” You beg, starting to get anxious that you might actually admit to who you were with last night. Your body ached and your head was still a bit hazy as you had only woken up about half an hour ago.

“Agreed, my bed is calling.” Pope says no longer sounding interested in the conversation.

God wouldn’t have put a dream so big in your heart and soul if it wasn’t achievable.