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armpirate · 23 hours

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Anti-romantic || JJk | Ch. 15

Pairings: Boxer!Jungkook x fem!reader || Enemies to lovers, neighbors

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, curse, illegal boxing, violence

Warnings: fuckboy!Jungkook x reader, smut, dirty talk, curse, mention of tarot and fate

Summary: Jungkook had always been carefree when it came to love. He always believed he was worth sharing himself with everyone, and thought it was selfish of him to ever think of keeping himself exclusive to just one person.

And maybe that was exactly what got him into the big problem he was in.

A curse that kept him away from love didn't seem an issue for him. The fact that his ex-girlfriend thought he'd be affected by the idea of the girls he slept with running away from him after sex was ridiculous. She actually did him a favor, and took a burden away from him.

At least that was what he thought at first.

He had never found himself thinking of the possibility of repeating with neither of his hook ups, because they disappeared before he was able to even think about it. But when he makes the mistake of sleeping with the sexy neighbor that lives in front of him, he finds himself hoping to get the chance for a second round every time their paths cross.

Y/n hated him the second he set foot inside the building by the way he started making her life a miserable mess for no reason. Sleeping with him was a big mistake she wasn't thinking of repeating. At least not until he came up with the excuse that she rejected him for a curse. Not only she thought he was annoying, but she was also convinced he was crazy.

There was no way she could take him seriously.

Aprox. time of reading: 14 minutes

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The doorbell rang hysterically, as Jungkook kept clicking on it until the door opened in front of him. Mrs. Anderson opened the door, sighing out of exhaustion when she recognised the young boy who hopefully waited by her door, lighting up a smile as soon as he saw her.

—You again? I thought I got rid of you —she sighed.

It had been almost a month since the last time he showed up there, which actually surprised her, considering he tended to visit her at least twice a month to get his bi-weekly checks and celebrations as soon as the cards remained the same.

Except for the last time. His reaction was one she would've expected. Someone that celebrated being cursed from love couldn't be happy about that same curse coming to an end. But there he was, stepping inside her house, walking his way to the spot he knew so well, and taking a seat before she could even offer him one.

—Your fate won't change by sitting a second earlier, boy —she called him out, walking past him to take the seat in front of him—. Thought you said you'd come back two weeks ago.

It was what they agreed on, but his mind had been so busy that he didn't even remember. And then he thought about how he had been so into bickering with Y/n, or daydreaming about her being wrapped around him that he completely forgot about the last reading he got, and how it talked about the exact thing he was going through.

—Don't cross your legs and hands, focus your energy on what you want the cards to tell you about. And take it easy. Not because you're faster, the reading will change its meaning.

The reading started as usual.

She shuffled the cards, looking into his eyes from time to time. The first few times it made him uncomfortable, because he didn't quite understand why she did it. But it only took him three sessions to ask her, and be told that his eyes were a bridge to his soul and his experiences for her. It was her way to connect with him on a deeper level, to make the most out of each reading.

She planted the cards slowly, one by one, in front of him. Ignoring the way he seemed eager to hear the interpretation she got out of them. A few hums, eyebrows slightly frowned, and the twist of lips made him even nervous about what meaning they could have.

—The curse is still there —she let him know—. It's still strong, and it's keeping you from reaching your full potential. But there's something curious here —she pointed to one of the cards, getting his attention—. It's the first time the Justice card shows up whenever asked about this topic.

—And what does it mean?

—It seems like the curse is like a karmic punishment —she frowned—. I don't know what you did to that girl, but she wants you to suffer. She wants your heart to hurt as if it was ripped out of your body. You have a lot of unsolved issues, and this little problem might get you to want to solve all of them.

—Karmic punishment?

That definitely sounded like something awful, he could tell.

—Where's the fun part where I don't fall in love with anyone at all, and I just live my life?

—I told you the first time you showed up here that the curse wasn't something you should enjoy —she warned him—. I told you to be prepared. And now I can tell you'll definitely need to be really strong mentally to get through the karma that will come with it. Hmm.

The way her eyebrows raised, and her fingers fell on the cards to him hopefully looking back at her.

—Hmm? Hmm? What hmm?

—The Empress again. There's someone really powerful messing with your head, isn't it?

Jungkook omitted the scoff that was about to come out of his lips. Y/n was an average journalist, obsessed with illegal fights because they were her only trip out of lame reports. He wouldn't really consider her a powerful person. At least not in the strict meaning of the word.

It could be that she didn't mean Y/n. Could be that woman he was waiting for didn't cross paths with him yet.

—She isn't in my life yet, right?

—Oh no, she is —she quickly nodded—. I talked in present tense. She is messing with your head. Messing, right now —she explained slowly.

—But maybe she's messing because it's making me anxious to think about her in my life —he still tried to turn her words upside down.

—No, she is in your life. Now. Present. She's been face to face with you, she knows you and you know her —she explained, exhausted—. She is a real person, walking calmly in your life, and making you delusional about her not showing up. She is here —she lifted the card—, and there —she pointed with her other hand at his head.

His heart started beating fast as he tried to find an explanation as to how all of that happened. And then it clicked.

—You said I'd meet her through work.

—No, I said the connection will be made through some work you do —she explained, starting to get annoyed at his denial—. And it shows up here again: whatever pushes you to change, it'll be through some work you'll do together.

Out of all those people, of course it had to be Y/n. He met her when he was going through some big changes, and what's a bigger change than moving out somewhere else?

—And what if I don't do that work?

—Do you really think you'll be able to escape what the universe has planned for you? Okay, try it —she sighed— It has never worked for anyone. And it certainly won't work for you. But yeah, try it —she left the card she was holding back on the table—. Look, son, I think you are a good person. You might seem annoying and full of yourself, but I sense that kindness and good aura you let out as you walk into a room. It doesn't change the fact that you've done some things that have hurt people, and you might need to make up for those mistakes. You can run from them, you can slow down the process, but it'll get to you. If it's not in a few days, it'll be in a few years. It's a work we all need to do.

—It's not a choice to depart from this world without solving them?

—No —she seriously answered—. You can't —she looked at him, staring into his soul, before she continued speaking—. You do want to fall in love. I can tell. Your eyes speak louder than your words. You kept celebrating that curse, but your eyes showed disappointment every time I told you there were no changes. And today you looked hopeful, as if I said something you wanted to hear —her hooded eyes squinted—. You're so scared of love. And you think all those fleeting relationships will cover up that need in your heart. I told you once, and I'll tell you again: running away will never be the solution. And you might've started to realize recently.

—I've realized that I'm really happy with the way it is now.

—Is it? Why didn't you come when you first told me you'd come? —she inquired, picking up all the cards that were spread— Whoever that woman is, she kept you so busy that you even forgot about the curse. Am I wrong? That lady is indeed as powerful as the cards tell —she smirked to herself.

—She's not.

—Then why did you come here if it wasn't to confirm she was the one you've been running from?

Jungkook remained silent at that question. Despite showing off how serious he was about that, he was trying to hide as much as possible all his intentions to avoid Y/n and that dumb article until either of them moved out of their respective places, so they wouldn't have to see each other's faces again.

Her fingers tangled on Kyle's, completely ignoring the fact that she was doing exactly what she didn't want to do. At the same time she convinced herself it wasn't going to be anything as serious, that it'd only be just fun, her other side kept screaming how it really seemed that he had changed the past few months. He seemed more stable and genuine than the last time he reached for her.

—Did I say how beautiful you look today? —his fingers pinched her chin.

—Just a few times since you picked me up earlier —she giggled, resting her back against the wall next to the entrance to her apartment.

Ever since he showed up in her workplace, he kept praising how good she looked, and how she looked even better than she did when they last parted ways. Her cheeks kept blushing without any control, but she wasn't quite sure if it was because she just felt shy getting praise from anyone else, or if it was the fact that her ex boyfriend was actually telling her.

—Why don't we go up to your place, and I keep telling you how beautiful you look with even less clothes on? —he suggested, moving his finger down her neck.

—Isn't it a bit too early?

Was it?

Not even a few weeks back she was considering taking a complete stranger to her home, and things would've easily escalated if it hadn't been for the asshole of her neighbor. She didn't think about it twice, nor cared about how early it was, when she jumped to hook up with her neighbor the two times it happened either.

So what was exactly stopping her then?

She wasn't feeling that animalistic need, she wasn't feeling that feral attraction that would've pushed her to get upstairs as soon as they got there. She was attracted to Kyle, but not in the same way she was before they broke up. His kisses just didn't feel the same, as much as she would've loved to feel those butterflies make a mess in her stomach, there just wasn't anything. She felt nothing but a wet tongue sliding in between her lips, and a mouth sucking on her every time it locked on hers.

—Well, I've known you for six years now, what do you consider a bit too early? —he tilted his head, getting closer to her.

Before she could answer, his body pushed suddenly against her, having her gasping for air at the sudden hit. She was so close to calling him out for that, until she saw him looking back, quickly finding the owner of that push with a cynical look in his eyes and a fake smile.

—Oh, sorry —he mumbled—. I didn't see you.

Y/n just rolled her eyes, not surprised in the slightest at the attitude of her neighbor. Although she was confused at how she didn't even hear him coming, and how there wasn't a motorbike in sight.

—Are you blind? —Y/n called him out— Also, don't you have enough pavement, that you have to drag your body on the walls? There's literally six feet of space.

—It's not my problem you're here making out with your new toy, instead of going to your place. Are you fifteen? —he huffed.

—My new toy? You...

—Is this the guy that you told me about? —Kyle asked on the down low.

She remembered mentioning him, but she didn't think she went into so many details about him for her ex boyfriend to tell clearly who she was talking about by just a simple exchange of words. Did she really talk that much about him without noticing?

He suddenly moved, uncovering her body to walk towards Jungkook with a barely puffed chest and a brave aura that almost had her escaping from there. While he forced a personality that wasn't his, her neighbor just threw a smirk and a scoff, turning completely to that new man.

—It's reached my ears how you've been bothering Y/n in the past few weeks —Kyle started— and, by your attitude, I can tell you aren't planning to change in the slightest.

Y/n wanted to hide somewhere at that moment. The second hand embarrassment she was getting from that sentence alone almost made her squirm where she was standing. She didn't know what he was pretending, but it for sure wasn't working.

—And you think she needs you to talk for her? —Jungkook chuckled— She's more than capable of letting me know, and she's actually done that already. So quit that big boy act that's only embarrassing you. I know you might need to pull out your dick to show off that yours is bigger, but I won't fall for that —he mumbled.

Y/n was surprised, but at the same time she wasn't. Jungkook always fell for their small bickering, but for some reason he also gave her the image of someone who wouldn't stand low to prove himself.

And what had happened that night was one of the biggest turn offs she could've lived. It didn't cost Kyle a thing to just keep it quiet. He had no business doing what he did.

Their bickering was one thing, but having someone else trying to take a part in it wasn't her thing.

Kyle scoffed nervously, faking calmness as he exaggeratedly relaxed his pose and poked his hands inside the pockets of his pants.

—Shall we go up to your place, then? —he turned to Y/n.

Jungkook thought faster than her, taking advantage of the few seconds it took her to find an answer to his question. Those words came out before he could think about them deeper.

—Actually, you'll have to leave it for another day —Y/n looked at him confused—. Shouldn't we work on that article? Or are you planning to take forever to write it?

—We can work on it tomorrow —she tried to suggest.

—I want to work on it now. I'm busy tomorrow —Y/n squinted her eyes, knowing too well he was going to be free as he was on his usual agenda—. But if you don't want to, we won't. You're the one interested, anyway. Just know that if you reject me, I'll take as...

—Okay, okay —she stopped him, before he could get even more annoying—. Do you mind if we leave it for another day? —she turned to Kyle.

—If there's no other choice, it isn't like it's going to make a difference whether I mind or not —he answered.

He kept looking to his side, finding a victorious smirk on Jungkook's face, which he quickly erased as he leaned over to kiss Y/n on the lips to walk away from her building.

—Why do you look like you've smelled shit? —Y/n inquired, walking past him.

—Because I nearly did —he followed her inside—. I thought you had good taste, but now I'm seeing that I was the only good choice you've made. No wonder you don't hook up with anyone else.

—Says the person who has had a lot of hookups —she replied back with irony—, because I've barely seen any movement in your apartment.

—Ah, so you're keeping an eye on who I bring home or not?

His playful answer was a desperate attempt to distract himself from the thought that was crossing his mind.

As the elevator reached the ground floor, Y/n stepped first, pushing Jungkook back with a hand on his chest to keep her from getting there with her.

—I'll see you up there.

She devilishly smiled at him, before the doors closed in front of him. She was so annoying sometimes, yet so funny and cute. And that exact thought had Jungkook shaking his head, pushing away whatever second meaning that could be coming with it, as he got himself ready to walk up three floors to get to his apartment.

When he got there, Y/n was already waiting for him, arms closed on her chest while her head rested on the metallic exterior wall of the elevator.

—Look how pretty you look waiting there just for me —the cockiness in his tone almost went completely unrecognizable through the gasps and shaky breaths.

—Are you sure you're a trainer? It seems like you're going to puke your lungs out.

—It's because these stairs are too steep.

—Or because you smoke more than you should —she shrugged.

—Do you always need to have the last word? —he finally asked, standing in front of her.

—No, but it's fun to mess with you —she smiled at him—. Also, it's pretty satisfying to see how your expression changes so fast with every comment.

—Seriously? —his eyebrows raised, stepping closer to her— How does it change?

—Well, it changes from asshole to confused asshole —she nodded.

—I'm not an asshole —he spat back, resting his shoulder on that same metallic wall.

—The frozen pepperoni pizzas in my freezer say the opposite.

—Did you freeze them? —his words stuttered by the small giggle as he spoke.

—What was I supposed to do? You ordered food for a whole family. And I wasn't going to throw away something I paid —she stated, as if it were obvious.

—You should've invited me to eat them with you.

—And spending more time than I have to with you?

And there it was. She could feel the electricity making its way from the tip of her toes to the top of her head with just one quick look into his eyes.

Jungkook was mesmerized by the way her eyes shined with such mischievousness, he only wanted to sink in them. He didn't know where all that attraction was coming from, and when he started feeling smaller than her although he was almost towering over her body. He leaned closer, finally getting a taste of her after so long. Even if it had been only a few days, he could feel the thrill running through his veins when he felt the taste of her saliva on the tip of his tongue. Every time he thought he only needed a rub of her lips, he felt needy of more.

—Jungkook —he heard her voice.

Blinking back to reality, he found himself in the same pose he was in before he started daydreaming about kissing her, while she just stared at him with a confused look. She saw the exact moment he went far away from where he was, seeing his eyes showing nothing while they scanned her face slowly, moving up from her eyes to her lips.

—That's right —he quickly got himself out of that trance—. I won't make you spend more time than you have to with me.

She was confused as she saw him stepping back, walking to his door.

—Where are you going? I thought you wanted to work on the article now.

—I wanted to, but I'm so tired after you made me get the stairs —he clicked his tongue—. Let's leave it for another day.

As he closed the door to his apartment right before she could say a word, he finally realized what was so satisfying about closing the door dramatically, and why Y/n always did it to him whenever she had the chance.

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hobicakess · 3 months

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Anyway!! back to our regular schedule. let's talk about vampire ex boyfriend Jungkook

warnings: angst, major character death, just so sad poor Kook, unedited , this fic will never be posted

The two of you met at a club.

You spot Jungkook in the far corner and according to your friends he's been eyeing you all night so with all the liquid courage in your system you approached him.

The two of you dance the night away and surprisingly he can handle all the ass you throw at him. The night ends with him helping you and your friends into a taxi and your number snuck in his phone.

Time goes on and you and Jk put a title to your relationship. For 10 long months you were a very happy couple. Until you weren't.

When Jk was turned he was on his way to see you actually. After a long 2 days of being apart he rushed the opportunity of being with you. In the alleyway he heard a woman crying and the sounds of thrashing and Jungkook was a selfless man.

Little did he know it was a trick and that woman took his humanity away forever.

You don't see Jungkook for a month. His parents' friends and acquaintances haven't seen him either, he never showed up to his scheduled training sessions at the boxing gym, or the gym he'd been going to for years. You put up missing posting in every nook and cranny of Seoul. You were in shambles emotionally and physically, the love of your life just up and leaves you. The police suggest that maybe he ran off with another woman— a different looking foreigner but no that wasn't your kookie.

When it hit 2 months you noticed everyone's efforts were lacking, you watched as his friends moved on and your friends encouraged you to move on. His parents' didn't seem to care as much as you did either coming to the terms of their son being gone. When the 6th month hit you also lost hope. You don't sleep surrounded by his clothing anymore, you don't sob into his hoodies or smell his cologne anymore. You loved Jungkook but there wasn't much u or the police could do anymore.

When you finally see Jungkook again it's been a year and a half. You moved from his apartment, thrifting his things and even went on dates arranged by your friends because you still felt iffy about dating.

When you see him, you have to look long and hard. He looked different from the kookie you knew. Long curly hair, leather jacket, piercings adorning his lips, ears, eyebrow, and nose. He looked paler and his cheeks and jaw were sharper, he'd even gotten taller by a few inches, and extremely buffer. The puff in his chest was more than noticeable. While observing you didn't realize that you were walking towards him until a woman appeared.

He gave her a smile he once had reserved for you all teeth and gums, handing her a bouquet of red roses as her arms wrapped around his neck kissing him. You stopped all movements as your mouth opened wide. Your fears were true. He left you for another woman and most would think your fear was him dying but at the moment you were convinced this was worse than death on both parts.

The cars in front of you honk making you jump you were quick with crossing the opposite street. With your head down to the pavement tears filling your eyes. Though what you didn't see was the smile leave his lips as he pushed his sire from him.

Aggressively wiping his mouth as he shrugged himself away from her. Despite his absence Jungkook has little to no say in his actions anymore. He was only a vampling and until he fully controlled his bloodlust he couldn't leave his sire or obey her word. He didn't understand why now she decided to approach u with him after a year of restrictions she'd set for him but his sire was an evil and spiteful woman.

He'd been watching you from afar since he was turned never not hiding in a corner when u walked Bam or went on your dates. He longed to feel you again all he needed was to control himself but from what his sire tells it takes centuries.

Let's say he watches you move on completely the only reminder of him being the dog you once shared. He watches you marry and have children, he watches you grow old and grey and your children grow older. He hurts so bad because he was supposed to be living alongside you , dying alongside you.

He's at your side when you die at age 86 , he holds your aged hand tightly into his forever cold ones. You stare at him long raising your hand to touch the mole that stays in the tip of his nose. Using the little strength you have to speak

"Jungkook... Kookie.." He shushes you and kisses your hands. "Where did you go?"

"I've always been here, baby." He watches you smile, squeezing him.

"I've always known" were your last words

Let's say centuries do past and Jungkook has found a coven, his previous sire burned at stake for her crimes of turning humans. Your bloodline was long gone dying with your great grandchildren five times over but you were never a distant memory but always a vivid one.

When one day while taking a train he spots you.. buying flowers.

#bts x black reader #yoongi x reader #dee recs.#jungkook x reader #bts x reader #jungkook fluff #jungkook angst #jungkook x black reader #jungkook smut #jungkook x you #kook

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socialjusticeinamerica · 6 months

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#political humor #republican assholes #marjorie traitor greene #dumb ass #Qanon #conspiracy theorist #kook

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koovias · 2 months

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⠀⠀⠀ koo and his bambi eyes ౨ৎ @koovias ⠀

⠀ ꒰⠀ 𔓘 🌌 ˖ ࣪ . ♡⠀꒱

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hs-is-loml · 1 year

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Remember That. (r.c)

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Pogue!Reader

Summary: rule one don't mention pogues around rafe. rule two never mention about quitting on him.

Warnings: rafe? aggression against the reader, threatening?

a/n: quick blurb for rafe!

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“Rafe, we cannot keep this up,” you mumbled against his lips.

“We? Or you?” he teased as you felt his lips turn into a smirk. Just as Rafe leaned in closer to press his lips against yours once more. You turned your face making his lips miss and meet your cheek. “C’mon, baby. Don’t be like that.”

“Sarah almost caught us today. What if she figures out and tells the pogues?” you look down at the floor and ask him as you begin to turn away wanting to grow the distance between you two.

“It’s always about them isn’t it?” he scoffed in disgust. He caught onto your wrist and pulled you back making your chest hit his. He raised his other hand under your chin making you look up straight into his piercing gaze. “Don’t ever turn your back on me.”

“It wouldn’t always be about them if you didn’t cause something each time you’re even close to their proximity!” you snapped back at him causing him to grip onto your chin tighter causing you pain. You tried to move from his grasp but his hand on your waist kept you in place. “That hurts, Rafe.”

It only made him hold onto you stronger, “Maybe if your little pogue friends weren’t so pesky, you would realize you’re too good to spend your time around them. This relationship is over when I say it is,” he voiced to you. “I never want to hear you say some shit like that again. You got it?”

“But, Rafe-”

“What did I just say!” he cut you off pushing you against the wall.

“Fine!” your back pressed against the wall as he towered over you. His menacing stare met your frightened gaze.

“You’re mine. Not theirs. Remember that.”

#rafe cameron x reader #outer banks #obx #rafe cameron #rafe cameron blurb #rafe cameron x pogue!reader #rafe cameron angst #fanfic #blurb #pogue #kook #drew starkey #rafe cameron x y/n #obx imagine #obx x reader #outer banks imagine

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a-namjoon-a-day · 2 months

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Happy Joon & Kook Saturday =)

#bts #rm #jk #kook #namjoon #jungkook #bts army #cr. logo #joon & kook saturday

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thecameronchronicles · 2 years

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A Hole in One

TW: Smut, as always. Slight potential exhibitionism. Daddy kink. Derogatory language. Rough sex.

Summary: Bored as you are dragged to one of Rafe's golf days, you decide to make things a bit more interesting...

Kook girlfriend x kook prince

"Baby, why are you pouting?" Rafe sighed, half amused as he usually preferred your lips puckered for him. But in this instance, with your arms crossed over your full breasts concealed beneath your tight crop, his interest came in the way your body tightened. He always made it obvious how he craved to devour you, even more so when you had an attitude against him. This was because he knew how easily your mood would change just by his touch alone and he basked in the power behind it.

"We were supposed to go shopping..." You detested everything about the consolation activity. It was too quiet, too hot, and you were always berated for asking questions whenever you did try to act as if you cared to please your boyfriend.

"Just one hour...and then after that, I'll buy you something real pretty..." He leaned across the console of the car separating you. When you first started dating, these small moments would force you to aquiesce as you didn't want to upset him. But now, you learned that rivaling him only enticed him more. So by the response of only your eyes pulling backwards into a roll, you pushed the door open and made your way onto the exterior of the golf course.

Sitting in the golf cart for the majority of the first half, fanning yourself, you realized how futile this was. Of course they would pick the hottest day of the summer to hit balls into holes-you just couldn't understsnd it. There were a million other things you'd rather do. A root canal. The DMV. But the most enticing thing had been Rafe, who was mouthwatering in his backwards cap, tight shorts, and gray top buttoned at the top with the exception of those exposing hints of his toned chest to you. But you didn't want to give him the satisfaction of you eye fucking him across the green.

Carrying your soles to the small cart used for servicing members of the club, you ordered a water and an ice cream cone before returing to your seat. Peeling the package and licking your lips in anticipation to the vanilla sweet, you nearly seduced the cone, even relasing an unintentional moan, until your eyes found all three boys now looking up at you. But where Topper and Kelce were somewhere between aroused and humored, Rafe was pissed.

Rafe was the type of boyfriend who wanted to parade you around at every party, his hands never leaving your body for too long. But when it came to moans he believed only he deserved to know the sound of or even the sight of your skin he knew had been touched solely by him, he wanted all of that for himself. Which was why when you pulled your thumb to your bottom lip to withdraw the rebellious ice cream from staining your chin in its sticky makeup, an epiphany entertained your boredom.

You offered a smile so the boys would return to their game, allowing a moment to pass, before optioning for a way to gain your boyfriend's attention. Usually, you never had to fight for it, but when it came to golf, Rate was precise. You usually didn't mind because you got to treasure him prior to his games, the cute ensembles crumpled between your fingers as he gave insights to how your patience would be rewarded just before he left you to fantasize of the ways you would return your fervor for his return. But now, having been lured here under false pretenses, well over the hour agreed upon, you wanted to ensure he knew his mistake. After all, how did he expect you to entertain yourself with nothing more than a golfcart and the heat?

Pulling your crop top down just enough, you used the condensation of the water bottle to cool your temperate skin. Feigning closing your eyes, you allowed your head to rest in the expected padding of the chair behind you before notcing the three pairs of eyes on you again.

"Top!" Rafe ordered through clenched teeth as you ked the water between your thighs. From the outside glance, it seemed as though you were simply cooling yourself off. But to Rafe, he knew you too well to know this was anything but an instigation.

With the shock of ice cold water to your skin, the sudden heat of his grip sent you stumbling off of the cart and onto his feet by the main dependency of his hold.

"Are you not going to be happy until I fuck you in front of them?" His jaw tense but his eyes desperate for your rebellion, you only chuckled.

"You wouldn't dare leave a game-".

"Fuck the game-" He retorted, moving closer to you as you took this as a chance to fondle the buttons keeping his loose shirt away from the muscles contracting beneath. You had left claw marks every interaction upon the skin concealed beneath this chosen button up, and yet craved it each time as if it had been the first sight.

"Wouldn't you rather fuck me?" You questioned, eyeing him beneath your long lashes, batting them just as you would if in preparation of a blow job, the way you knew he loved to be adorned.

"Will that make you behave?" He asked through a continued clench of his teeth, although reveling in the games you two played.

"Probaably not...But you could try..." His eyes sharpened into an amused narrow as he cocked his jaw.

"So I make you cum and you you'll let me make par?" The illumination behind your eyes electrified his own steely gaze as you felt his forefinger bend beneath your chin to draw your attention exclusively to him.

Another idea suddenly crossed your mind, this one far more alluring then making yourself cold against the art of seduction.

"You think too highly of your skills..." You slipped from before him, traveling the remaining meters to his friends while hearing him mutter 'brat' in the final moments you remained in earshot.

"Can I try?" You asked, hands pulled in unison behind your back and chest pushed forward to achieve their undivided attention as Rafe remained at the golf cart, hat removed in his hands and folding its bill as if purposely trying to reshape it.

"Just one swing?" You pleaded, your tone rising in the particular way he knew well just at the cusp of your orgasm. The way your usual boisterous confidence fell to dependency in that whimper of a release, one you knew effected him well, was now spoken to someone who was not him.

"Here..." Topper offered, any excuse to make the moment end as quickly as possible having pushed him to volunteer.

The cold metal of the club was heavy between your fingers as you purposely fumbled your stance as you knew the only thing to drive Rafe into annoyance beyond repair would be the delay of how you acted brainless. This usually got you a reward when you were behind closed doors as if the only brain cells you had existed to pleasure him. But this was something you knew you would pay for later. The skin of your nearly exposed ass twitching in a premature ache of what was to come.

"You want to follow through on your swing. Carry your hips towards the hole-the flag-" He quickly fumbled as you giggled, Rafe now standing beside Kelce, who was enjoying the rivalry to who usually remained from getting such a rise out if Rafe. You knew him well to know if you were anyone else, you'd be abandoned or ridiculed. But this was how you operated. Games and tension all for reward and benefit coming imminently. You acted the brat and he corrected you in the only way he knew how-cuming.

"Can you show me?" You batted your lashes to Topper, who quickly looked to Rafe for permission. When only finding a hard line and white knuckles wrapped around his club, he nervously agreed as lining you up to swing.

"Line up..." You spoke the words carefully, almost an echo of Topper's instruction, using this to act innocent to how you nearly ground against his inseam.

"Turn your hips..." Topper guided you through this false swing as you prepared to hit the ball for real. Focusing with your bottom lip between your teeth in captivation, you turned to find Rafe staring but no longer on edge in the understanding you were almost finished with your display.

How wrong he was.

Pulling apart from Topper, you laid your new ball to the green, bending down in such a way that made everyone in view question if you were wearing a thong or nothing at all-the latter made knowledgeable of your boyfriend. Before you could prepare to swing, your arm was taken by enough force to later leave marks, as you were pulled out of view.

"You done?" His voice, dark and drawn in the way he always allowed his cadence to portray itself in the light southern drawl behind his firm words, you only smirked with pride.

"It got your attention didn't it?" His jaw cocked, his body pining you to the side of the club, out of eyesight, but not earshot of those passing by midday. But your focus wasn't on the usual elder crowd that used the fields this time of day. Your focus was on Rafe's desire for you, hard against your abdomen.

"You want my attention?" His fingers ran through your hair, softly, only to repeat this course once more to pull it backwards.

"You have it." Your grin widened as your lips became parted by his own hungry kiss. Your eager hands rose to the edges of his shirt, broadcasting your desperation to him in the gentle tug to know his touch.

"Please Rafe..." You pleaded, undeserving, yet quelled by his fingers dipping between your thighs left ajar by his knee between your parted legs.

"Such a desperate little brat, aren't you?"

"Please..." You repeated, the feeling of his large hand cupping your greedy cunt, leaving him to drawl out a scoff.

"You think you deserve it?"

"I NEED it-"

"And I needed YOU to let me finish my game...and instead you distract my friends and give them boners, acting like you haven't been fucked well a day in your life, well aware I would have taken good care of you if you were just patient..."

"Rafe..." You began to sense any portion of sweetness he usually held for you beneath his bravado to melt away beneath his hostility as he turned you to the wall, skirt lifted before it could join to your skin once again.

"You want to act like a whore for them? You're gonna be treated like one by ME!" He growled, harsh grip in your hair as a sting centered on your bare ass cheek. The wince that left your lips was enough to draw that grip in your hair now to your lips.

"You made enough of those sounds for them. Nobody else gets to hear you moan. You make one more fucking sound and you won't get to cum for a week-" Although seven days seemed tolerable, the way Rafe would tease you in that time, bringing you to that edge left you manic and in desperation of a release that would make two minutes seem like an eternity. For this, you fought to remain silent.

"Letting Topper touch you like you aren't still filled with me from this morning-" He scoffed. "You're gonna go back to them, ME dripping down your thighs so they know who makes YOU come." His hand on the back of your neck, pulling you to look at him.

"But not today." Your mouth came open in objection before remembering his promise to edge you. The ideas swirling in your mind of his tongue, his fingers, his cock, all bringing you to the fringes of a release only to refrain from following through, was enough to fight this moan. But it took everything you had as you felt him unbuckle himself behind you.

"You're gonna take my cock like a good girl, right?" You nodded viciously, aching for the familiarity of his impressive girth that always left you satisfied in his efforts.

"Raw." This single word made your eyes roll as he was usually careful with contraception, but aware you took your own methods of prevention, he allowed this to act for where he was temporarily negligent. All for the feeling of his naked cock making you his once more.

The sudden burial of his thick shaft had you biting your lip until drawing blood, the copper taste ignored by the way he extended into your abdomen.

"Fuck-" He grunted.

"Always so wet. So tight..." He muttered in thrusts, brazen to take you this way in broad daylight, skirt bunched at one grip at your hip, as the other remained on the back of your neck until resting at your hip in a hungry indent. You craved to silence the pulsing of your clit, eventually willing to risk his wrath for just a moment of pleasure as his moans acted as an aphrodisiac you couldn't silence.

"No!" He grunted. "You don't get to touch yourself, you little slut...You'll wait until I do...IF I let you." Bringing your silent wince into your expression, he lowered you further before him, basking in the effect of how he had you at his mercy.

"You like being fucked in public, yeah?"

You nodded.

"You like my cock this deep inside your tight little cunt? MY CUNT?"

Only allowed to nod, you did so rapidly, almost violently, his hand slipping from your mouth and hollowing out your cheeks via his grip, until you faced him.

"Please..." You couldn't take the stretch, the moans, the pressure-you risked his threat if it meant gaining some form of pity from him. Even for a moment.

"I'm sorry! Please!" Tears developed in your eyes as he suddenly stilled. You worried he would abandon you completely, the week of forced abstinence in effect to this. But instead, he turned you to face him.

"Maybe I should give you a chance to make it up to me..."

You nodded, eagerly, willing to do whatever was necessary as long as you could still touch him somehow.

"Yes, Rafe-" You validated your conviction as his grin widened.

"That's not what you call me when you're in trouble...You know better..." He warned as you swallowed hard in anticipation.

"I'm sorry...daddy....please."

"Please what? How do you want to make it up to 'daddy'?" He smiled wildly, the edges of his mouth nearly reaching his ears and raising to his eyes in illumination.

"I want to make you come daddy! Let me make you cum!"

"You know how to, doll..." He motioned to his erect mmeber, kissed by the sunlight of this balmy day. Before he could return his eyes to you, you were on your knees, hands already around his shaft. You knew his anatomy well, you knew how he loved to be stroked and the most sensitive patches of eroticism that pulled his eyes into a roll of pleasure. But you didn't want to wait for the usual foreplay of long stripes along his cock. You took him with force, pushing well beyond your reflex as tears formed in your eyes.

"Good girl-fuck!" He clenched his teeth and bucked his hips in response. When feeling your tears on his lower stomach, he chuckled, staining his care with how he loved seeing you choke on him.

"Look at my good girl, on her knees for me in public...making daddy feel so fucking good!" He bellowed, eyes screwing shut as you twisted his base, pumping him beyond your reflex, and sucking his excess to his swelling tip.

"Just like that , baby! Shit!" He cursed, his hand now taking control of your hair, leaving you breathless to your offerings, before finally allowing you a breath as he pulled you trembling in his arms just before he would have sent his ribbons of cum down your throat.

"You've been so good for me...Do you think you've learned your lesson?"

You nodded, desperation and the ache of his cock still spamming your throat having silenced you, leaving you speechless but eager with the continued bobbing of your head.

"My baby's gotta use big words to deserve this cum-"

"I've l-learned my ll-lesson-" You managed as he chuckled.

"Good girl." His praise sent you moaning before he lifted you against the wall, this time guiding himself inside of you. You didn't think you had ever been more wet for him, this proven in the way he was effortlessly thrusting into you, even as you tightened arousmnd him with each retrieval of his cock. He was merciless as always, but somehow more depraved on the usual firm holds, now purely selfish.

"Oh God!" You groaned to his sloppy thrusts, informing you of his coming release.

"So fucking good for me baby. Take care of daddy and I'll take care of my baby-" Your arm came around his shoulders, pulling yourself even higher from ground level, as he would use this to take himself deeper inside of you. The silence of his vugarities informed you of his precipice, followed by the blood drawn by his scratch, and your name leaving his lips between curses and pet names.

"Shit, babygirl..." He breathed, pulling you to your feet as they struggled to straighten.

"As promised..." He moved to his own knees , bunching your skirt upwards once again to your bald cunt, sopping in the mix of his cum and your own desire. Grinning in approval to how aroused he made you, he set his fingers inside of you, sending your head backwards.

"You scream, I stop." You agreed with a nod as you bit your bottom lip once finding him to focus on your clit. His teeth tormented it's swollen inflammation as you twisted your fingers in his shirt. Smirking into your thigh, he pulled your leg over his shoulder for proper angle, suddenly devouring you in a series of nibbles and inhales before bringing you to that cusp he knew well. But he altered his direct devotion, fingers slowing to draw out your orgasm.

"You EVER pull shit like that again, and you'll only cum when I let you...which won't be often, baby..."

"Rafe-"

"Don't worry.. I'll still cum.." He grinned. "You’ll still get my cock...But only I'll get to cum..." His fingers to your clit were impossibly swift, perfectly pressured, his breath hot against your ear purring in endorsement.

"But right now...because you're such a good girl for me...because you learned your lesson..." He grinned maniacly. "You're gonna squirt for me-"

"Rafe, please. Not here-" The idea of you staining the sidewalk or his clothes, evidence of your punishment returning back to Topper and Kelce, stained your cheeks red.

"You are so tight baby, you need this. " Your whimpers drove him further, quicker, deeper. His pointer finger, contrasted cold to your fiery skin with his signature ring, slipped inside of you for pressure, followed by his middle finger, and thumb rounding your clit into those flicks and circles.

"And once you do, you're gonna let me finish my game, dripping with both of us, thinking about how you'll behave next time..."

"Yes!" You breathed.

"Rafe! I'm-"

"That's it baby...let go...let me feel-" You interrupted him with the release he pulled, dampening his shoes with what he pulled from you. Your mouth pulled into a wide oval, the rush of pleasure intensified by the way he twisted your clit to leave you overstimulated and with the reminder of the control he had over you-as if you could ever forget.

"Now...you satisfied?" He teased, allowing you to pull your dress to cover yourself, slightly embarrassed to what you had allowed and what you still wanted.

"Hole in one?" He questioned as you rolled your eyes to his cheesy pun before being returned to Topper and Kelce, who you could no longer look in the eyes as you felt Rafe's promise descend between your thighs, coming into view if you were to part them. As he returned to his game, you sat silently in the golf cart, imagining what he would buy you after this game was over and already planning how you would rebel against him next time...

#rafe cameron #outerbanks #outer banks #rafecameron #obx #obx fanfiction #drew starkey #netflix #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron x reader #kook #golf

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Not Good Enough | Taekook Smut 18+

➭ Pairing: 'Top' Kim Taehyung x 'Bottom' Jeon Jungkook

➭ Rating/Genre: Smut 18+, Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.

➭ Warnings/Tags: Taekook Boyfriend's, French kissing, Groping, anal, male receiving, teasing, boy on boy, male anatomy, fingering, choking, sir, rough, degrading, slapping, unprotected sex (wear protection irl plz) Jungkook is a brat and whining mess.

➭ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are purely coincidental. Also this is my story so please don’t steal!

➭ By: Serendipity_haven (Taexxgukkie & Crooked-haven)

Word Count: 2k

•Author's POV•

"Taehyung you need to build up your stamina more" Jungkook said while rolling his eyes. He just came out of the shower with a towel hanging from his small waist, water droplets falling down his body, tattoos on display. He walked towards their shared closet, leaning in the doorway looking Taehyung up and down with a small grin. Taehyung sat down on the bed, scrolling through his phone before lazily replying. "What do you mean by my stamina?" With a heavy sigh Jungkook gulped down the lump in his throat and said "You don't fuck me good enough anymore"

he could feel his cheeks brighten up as a rush of adrenaline coursed through his body before leaving him helpless under Taehyung's sharp glance. He stood up and walked over to the younger, looking down at him with a piercing gaze and calmly let out "Not good enough? You want me to break your ass don't you?"

A long but quick silence passed before Taehyung broke it clearing his throat, "I asked you something Jungkook and I expect an answer" Jungkook just now realized how close they were as he could feel the heat of Taehyung's minty breath hit his lips. Not being able to hold eye contact anymore, he looked down and played with his fingers while mumbling. "Y-Yes well I-I mean no, I just meant you don't spend time w-with me anymore t-thats all" Taehyung let out a sigh and took Jungkook's jaw in his hand making him look up into his eyes. "Should I break it baby?" He whispered in a deep and raspy voice.

Jungkook could feel the butterflies fluttering in his stomach and he swallowed hard before slowly nodding his head. "P-Please?" Taehyung's eyes darkened as his grip on his jaw became harsher than before. "Please what?" He asked in a voice laced in so much authority it almost made Jungkook's legs buckle under him right then and there, but he was determined to be stronger than that and without a blink he immediately replied "Yes Sir". Jungkook's eyes filled with stars as he stared up into his boyfriends eyes, he could see the lust but he could also see the love and that meant everything to him.

Taehyung then leaned down closer to Jungkook's face and captured his lips almost instantly with his own. The kiss started off slow, but it quickly turned heated as Taehyung bit the youngers bottom lip asking for entrance to which Jungkook immediately opened his mouth almost a little too wide. Taehyung slipped his tongue into Jungkook's mouth, exploring each and every crevice his tongue could reach, Jungkook then decided he was going to fight for dominance and immediately started fighting Taehyung's tongue with his own, letting out a few moans.

They sucked on each others tongue and lips until their lungs started burning from the lack of air they were receiving. They pulled away from each other with a few strings of their mixed saliva dripping down on their chins. Both of their bodies were on fire from the desire they had for each other. They needed each other and bad. Taehyung leaned down sucking harshly on his boyfriends sensitive neck, as one hand made it's way down to the towel tied loosely around Jungkook's little waist. He skillfully untied it with one swift motion, while biting his baby's neck all at the same time gaining a whiney moan from the younger before him.

The towel fell down to his feet and he immediately felt the cold against his still damp skin, Taehyung pulled away from his neck and admired the art work he left, and grabbed a handful of Jungkook's ass, pressing Jungkook's bare member to his clothed hard one making Jungkook moan his name. "A-Ah please Tae" Taehyung was quick to pull away and harshly grabbed the back of the youngers hair. "That's not my name." Jungkook winced from the faint burning sensation of his hair being pulled, but loved it nonetheless. "I-I'm sorry S-Sir"

Taehyung smirked at his boyfriends reaction "That's more like it" Jungkook's mouth parted as he breathed softly while staring at each others swollen red lips, from the intense make out session they shared just a bit ago. Taehyung spoke before giving a soft peck to his baby's red pouty lips "Let's take this to our bed yeah?" Jungkook nodded his head in agreement. "Jump" Taehyung said while tapping Jungkook's bare and now dry thigh. He did it without any hesitation, wrapping his legs around Taehyung's clothed waist, the friction of his member against the warm cloth made him let out a high pitched moan in Taehyung's ear as he wrapped his arms around his neck.

Their mouths never left each others while Taehyung dropped Jungkook down on the bed, hovering over him, kissing him hungrily only stopping to part ways with his own clothing. Jungkook whined at the loss of his boyfriends warm touch, but bit his lip at the sight of Taehyung's hard member springing up and hitting his lower stomach. Jungkook spread his legs wide, ready for his boyfriend to ruin him right then and there but Taehyung had other plans. He slowly started a passionate make out nothing at all like before, Jungkook whined needlessly under Taehyung while bucking his hips up for that friction he's missed.

"Hold still and be a good little boy for me kook" Jungkook, wanting nothing but to absolutely get ruined, immediately obeyed, unlike him honestly. This somewhat surprised Taehyung, but he liked that he was in full control of his slutty baby. He grabbed the half empty bottle of lube off their nightstand and squeezed some on his fingers, sitting on his legs he spoke in a voice that wasn't even close to being soft. "Why don't you spread your legs like a good slut for me yeah?" Jungkook took a deep breath "Y-Yes" with that short reply of his he received a hard slap on his ass, leaving a sting behind he whimpered. "Yes what?" "Yes Sir!" He whined out while biting his lip hard.

"Tell me want you want" Jungkook felt his stomach drop, in a good way at his boyfriends tone of voice, he moaned out "Ah Sir I want you please" Taehyung cocked a teasing eyebrow. "Want me to what?" Jungkook clasped his legs together in a stubborn attempt to disobey, but his ass was paying the price right away, Taehyung spanked him not once but twice and an extra hard one resulting in Jungkook yelping in a pain mixed pleasure sensation. He opened his legs and spoke "Please fuck me daddy please"

Taehyung loved watching his little baby struggle, he loved watching his tears fall down from the pleasure he was receiving and most of all, he loved giving it to him regardless if it was supposed to be a punishment or not. "D-Daddy please fuck me already~" he loved being called Sir, but Daddy really does it for him, that he will never admit. "You need to learn some patience baby boy" Taehyung growled out before landing yet another harsh slap against Jungkook's member. Jungkook whimpered very loudly and pouted.

Taehyung pulled his 3 fingers out, and shoved them into Jungkook's warm mouth, catching him off guard, Jungkook immediately obeyed and sucked hard as his hole clenched around nothing but air. "Condom or no?" Jungkook shook his head no aggressively. "I wanna feel you please daddy" Taehyung poured the cold lube on his thick, hard member before pushing into his pink inviting hole. Jungkook hissed out, immense pain engulfed his lower half and he yelped with tears in his eyes. "Please keep going" he said quickly clenching almost afraid to lose Taehyung inside him. Taehyung winced and pecked the youngers lips, starting another heated make out session between them.

Their make out session came to an end when they parted their lips. "Daddy please fuck me already please!" Jungkook whined out trying to wiggle his hips to gain some friction. Taehyung grunted from the friction that his lover caused and grabbed his wrists, pinning them above his head. "Don't you think you've been misbehaving way too much? Challenging my stamina huh?! I'm gonna show you how good daddy's stamina is and ruin that little hole of yours!" Jungkook moaned loudly when Taehyung ended his sentence with a harsh slap against his already red ass cheeks.

"Nngh~ Daddy please just fucking take me however you want!" Taehyung smirked at the nickname and his boyfriend's whiny begs, taking one last glance at his baby's hole that was engulfed by his own cock he pecked Jung kook's lips and began thrusting slowly. Jungkook gasped and immediately started moaning out of pleasurable pain. "Look at you being a little moaning mess for me, you fucking cock slut!" Taehyung said while snickering and thrusting faster. Jungkook wrapped his arms around Taehyung pulling him closer, Taehyung let go of the younger's hands and grabbed his hips instead, to keep him in place.

He began thrusting into him in a deep and slow pace hitting Jungkook's prostate which forced a high pitched moan from the younger. "Ahh fuck right there! Fuck me harder Tae!!" Jungkook choked on his tears, tears full of pleasure. Taehyung rocked his hips faster, rammed into his boyfriend's warm hole, and took a tight grip a hold of Jungkook's hard and pretty cock that was laying flat against his little stomach. He stroked the red and angry cock whilst thrusting sloppily into him, chasing his high. Groans, moans and skin slapping was surely heard in the next house over.

"Daddy, I'm s-so close! Please harder!" Jungkook moaned in such a high pitched voice that Taehyung was surprised but nonetheless started thrusting harder into him, giving his needy baby what he wanted all along. "L-Look at your pretty hole, ahh- made just for me!" Taehyung struggled to get it out as he was also near. Jungkook on the other hand took his dirty words in and immediately came all over his stomach and some on Taehyung's hands, no longer able to hold it in anymore. Taehyung rolled his eyes finding this sight so damn hot.

"D-Daddy in me! I-In me!" After a few more thrusts Taehyung released his warm seed inside of his boyfriend, emptying himself completely, Jungkook moaned and sighed out of pleasure, hooking his legs around Taehyung, making sure he wouldn't pull out and let all his cum leak out. Heavy breathing filled the room, Taehyung had collapsed on top of his boyfriend and after a few minutes of silence, Taehyung spoke up again. "Let's go for round 2." Jungkook's eyes widened and Taehyung laughed. "Wait what?" Smirking Taehyung cupped his baby's cheek and said "Yeah, let me show you how much stamina I've got."

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A/N-

Part two??

Hope you enjoyed<3

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jung-koookie · 3 months

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JUNGKOOK - PIERCINGS EYEBROWS AND LIPS

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fish801 · 1 year

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Lady Red's design and sketches

#perennial memory #물망초 #Lady Red #OC #character design #personal project #sketchbook #kook

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armpirate · 5 months

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Anti-romantic | JJK || Masterlist

Pairings: Boxer!Jungkook x fem!reader || Enemies to lovers, neighbors

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, curse, illegal boxing, violence

Warnings: fuckboy!Jungkook x reader, smut, dirty talk, curse, mention of tarot and fate

And maybe that was exactly what got him into the big problem he was in.

At least that was what he thought at first.

There was no way she could take him seriously.

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#armpirate #army #boxer #bts #btsfanfic #btsff #btsjungkook #btssmut #btsxreader #fanfic #ff #jeongguk #jeonjungkook #jk #jkxreader #jungkook #jungkookxreader #kook #kookie #kpop #reader #readerinsert

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kissmetae · 2 years

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Strangers to lovers

❧ Jungkook x Reader

❧ AU: You’re a regular at the gym and today you decided to workout late. You thought you were alone, but it turned out there was one other person at the gym and you so happened to be his gym crush...

|| SMUT || 3.2k || masterlist in bio ||

❧ Rating: MATURE || sexual content, unprotected sex, public sex || Warnings

❧ Smut features: Semi-public (gym), Oral (giving/receiving), fingering, Leading!Jungkook (Top/Power-Bottom), unprotected, descriptive, creampie, greedy, hickeys, on the gym bench, tongue, grunting and groaning, roleplaying

❧ Disclaimer: This is fiction. Actions and events in these stories are often exaggerated and to a certain degree unrealistic. Please have this in consideration when reading fiction, especially if it includes sexual content.

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The clinking sound of weights along with the to-nobody's-taste music was what you'd usually hear while at the gym. People with their headphones on, emersed in what they came to do or aimlessly wandering around like a lost ghost without a plan staring at the clock every other minute. You were a regular at this gym and had a set weekly plan of what muscles to work on and which exercises to do. Today... or tonight rather, was a bit out of your ordinary plan.

You swiped your membership card at the doors, a green light came on and the door made a click sound. During the unstaffed hours you expected it to be a lot calmer but not empty...

The gym almost had an eerie feeling to it when it was like this. The large open floor plan space with big windows usually felt fresh and motivating. But the windows only accommodated the darkness of the late night and the open space almost gave a sense of kenophobia. Well... along to the beat of "call on me" by Eric Prydz the most cliche gym anthem ever. Completely ruining the horror movie set vibe.

You put on your own headphones and hit play on your gym playlist as you headed towards the cross-trainer to warm up.

Today was your glute day and you'd usually workout in the morning before work but today you'd swapped shifts with your co-worker and decided to sleep in and head to the gym late for a change.

However, when you plopped your phone and water bottle into the oversized cupholders of the machine, you noticed you weren't the only person here.

The gym had an L-shaped layout, thus you hadn't seen the familiar dark haired man by the weights rack.

You let out a sigh as you got onto the machine. What was worse? An overcrowded gym or being alone with 1 other person there pretending to not notice each other? What do you even do? You can't just casually say hi to them it'd be weird, wouldn't it? Well in this case it would be very weird.

Because you knew him.

Well, not knew-knew. You had no idea what his name was, but you'd seen him here numerous times before so clearly he was a regular like you.

He was built like a regular too...

His long black hair was brushed back and held secure by a headband, earbuds in his ear, curvy arms and a well-defined back.

He grabbed two free weights, wearing black lifting gloves and sat down on one of the benches. He was wearing a black tank top and shorts, making his quads visibly flex when he sat down.

In this very moment he looked up and spotted you. His brow, pierced, raised in surprise and you quickly looked away. Wow the out-of-order pulse reader on this thing sure was interesting to look at... 10:00. Your warmup was done... maybe you should just leave. It felt so awkward being just the two of you here... and the squat rack was right next to him...

You stepped off the cross-trainer and almost tripped back and fell when he suddenly stood behind you.

"Jesus ch-" You let out and clutched your bottle to your chest. Once you moved your headphone back from one ear he parted his lips to speak... the lower lip was also pierced.

"Sorry... I just wanted to ask if you could spot me... if you have time. You can say no, I just thought... since you're here. Not that I was waiting for you I just mean you as in another person..." He stuttered.

To be honest, you hadn't expected him to be shy or soft for that matter. His exterior had a very contrasting vibe... especially with the fully tattooed sleeve on his arm.

Maybe it was too soon to tell from a single sentence, but you felt a bit "mistaken" for dubbing him as a "gym-bro" aka avoid-at-all-costs-bro merely for hearing him grunt too loud that one time...

"Oh, sure. I could need a spotter too actually, I was heading to the squat rack." (Fuck why did I say that. Emergency swap to core-day cancelled... no backing out now.)

He smiled. Calling it a cute one would be an understatement.

"Nice! I'll move my bench over and we could alternate sets with rests." He said and removed his other earpiece.

Heading back, he dragged the bench over towards the squat rack and grabbed a bar for you.

You gathered your weight stacks and threaded them onto the bar and secured them. You never had anyone spot you while squatting before... but for some reason you felt the need to justify yourself agreeing to help him. Why was this so awkward? Were you the only one who felt this way?

"Wanna go first?" He asked, adjusting the strap on his glove.

"Sure. What's your name by the way?"

"Jungkook."

You positioned yourself by the rack, kneeling slightly to get the bar up from its rest and began your set.

"What's yours?" Jungkook asked, standing behind you with his hands ready to catch the bar.

You stood back up, told him your name and squatted back down again.

When your thighs began to tremble, you pushed through the last rep and let out a deep exhale. Jungkook grabbed the bar and helped you hook it back in the rest.

Well, that wasn't so bad...

You turned around and Jungkook sat on the bench, leaning down to pick up the weights. You walked around the bench and stood behind him.

"I'll do some shoulder presses, my right arm tends to give up on form so feel free to poke me back in place." He said, sounding eager.

He began his rep, pushing the weights up over his head and lowering them to a 90-degree angle, and repeated. You held your hands at the sides of his triceps, without touching. When his form gave in to the end of his rep you adjusted him slightly.

Two more and he let out a deep groan, dropping the weights down to the floor.

"Give me a minute" he panted, hands gripping the edge of the bench.

The veins at his forearms were prominent.

Maybe he was lifting a bit too heavy, but you felt like it wasn't your place to tell him.

But it turned out you didn't need to. Jungkook got up and grabbed a set of lighter weights from the rack, hiding a flustered smile.

"Ah, my plan failed." He admitted followed by a chuckle.

"What plan?"

Jungkook leaned down and grabbed the heavier weights to put them back on the rack.

"To impress you with heavy weights."

"You'll have to try harder. I couldn't care less what somebody lifts." You said playfully.

"A part of me knew you wouldn't care but... I couldn't stop myself. It's like a peacock showing off its feathers when his crush walks by." He said and let out a little laugh. "Ready for your next?" Jungkook asked and rested his arms on the bar.

"Why would you want to impress me? You don't know me."

He looked down shyly at his sneakers.

"Not completely true, I've seen you around a lot. You're kind of my gym crush... so I was really glad when I saw you walk in because I've had a shit day today."

You were his gym crush?!

You swallowed, trying to, but failing to stop yourself from blushing.

"Is that why you're here so late today?"

Jungkook nodded. "Needed to let it out somehow..."

"Understandable."

Jungkook moved aside and you took your spot in the squat rack again.

You tried to avoid his gaze in the mirror so you wouldn't blush even more and focused your eyes on the corner where the floor met the wall. Suddenly you felt a hand gently press to your back at the sweaty skin between your leggings and sports bra.

"Careful with your back." Jungkook said and you tensed your core, straightening your back more. He was distracting... it was harder to focus on your form after hearing you were his gym crush... who was currently squatting in front of him. Who knew what thoughts were swirling around his head right now...?

He was attractive, you had to admit it... maybe you supressed your own attraction to him with your gym-bro label... but groans and grunts were unbearable... coming from him.

It was Jungkook's turn again, and you didn't know if you were imagining things, but his groans just kept getting louder. He was biting his lip towards the end of his set and let out a deep grunt pushing through the last. One half of you wanted to grab the dumbbell from his hand and throw it to his gut and tell him to shut up and the other wanted to straddle him on the bench and make him groan even louder.

"Are you always this loud, Jungkook?" You blurted out, followed by an awkward laugh.

"No." Short and simple. "Do you always do glutes?"

"No."

"My bad, I thought so since you have such a nice ass."

The dumbbell in the gut sounded a lot more tempting now.

"I had a rep left but I'm afraid I'll trigger you to grunt even more now."

Jungkook leaned back on his palms and let out a laugh.

"Well, it's just you and me here. Technically we can do whatever we want and be as loud as we want too." His tone was suggestive. "What’s next after your squats?" He asked.

"It was hip thrusts, but I won't be doing them." You said, placing your hands on his shoulders, feeling his muscles tense under your touch.

"Why not?" He asked.

"You will." You smirked.

Jungkook leaned his head back and looked up at you. “But I’m doing upper body today.” He teased. You walked around the bench to stand in front of him and leaned forward, placing your hands on his strong thighs. He swallowed. The smirk was suddenly gone, and he was the one blushing now.

He was flustered but he tried to keep it together… he couldn’t deny how much he wanted you anymore. Your gaze was fixed on his hard on. He took a hold of your wrist and moved your left hand to touch him. You added some pressure, rubbing him firmly through his shorts. Jungkook’s breathing picked up a heavier rhythm and his hands tightened their grip on the bench edge.

His gaze looked up towards the entrance quickly, making sure nobody was coming in and he suddenly stood. Regardless of strength you couldn’t keep him pinned down even if you tried. He was a lot stronger than you. His arms wrapped around you, and he picked you up with ease.

“We’re going to get banned if we get caught.”

“I don’t care.” He said and laid you down on the bench.

“I don’t either.” You confessed, slipping out a giggle.

You were both too consumed by the sexual tension and excitement to stop now. Jungkook grabbed your ankle, holding it up as he slipped off your sneakers and repeated with the other. He reached towards your waist and slipped his fingers inside the hem of your tight leggings, pulling them down your legs and dropping them on top of your sneakers.

His hand pressed firmly against your crotch, adding pressure against your clit and immediately putting your nerves on high alert. His fingers pushed between your lower lips rubbing along your slit, soaking the fabric with your wetness. He briefly threw a glance back up and returned with a smirk wider than before. His confidence was growing.

He grabbed the sides of your panties and slipped them down and off your legs. A tight grip of his still gloved hands at your ankles and he pulled you closer towards him before kneeling down.

Your thighs were spread, toes barely touching the floor and his lips pressed up against your clit, causing your toes to curl. His tongue was greedy, hands strong against your thighs, stopping you from squeezing him between them. His tongue flicked up over your clit before he latched on with his lips again, sucking firmly and pressing a greedy kiss almost like a claim.

His left hand abandoned your thigh, coming to part your lips to give him more room to taste and explore. Long greedy licks… You arched your back, letting out a whimper at the overwhelming pleasure and you just barely heard him whisper “Yes, baby.” Against you.

His fingers slipped in, gently but impatiently. Two.

They curled, caressing against the sweet, sweet spot within as his tongue greedily licked up the result of his actions. He could tell you were too tight for him still and scissored his fingers, stretching you and making you moan out his name in a plead.

Maybe he’d have to solve that differently… he couldn’t handle himself much longer.

Jungkook slipped his fingers out carefully and stood back up. His knees were red.

You wouldn’t let him get what he wanted just yet. You thought and pushed yourself up to sit. His hand had already slipped in below the hem of his shorts and his gaze was darkened. The intimidating exterior was back… but it didn’t feel threatening anymore. It was tempting.

You pulled him closer by the hips, pushing his shorts and underwear down his muscly thighs and he stepped out of them with his hand firmly wrapped around his dick, stroking himself.

His gaze was suggestive but unsure. You could tell he was wishing for what you were about to do, but he unsure how to insinuate it without going against your comfort…

You replaced his hand with your own, leaned forwards and pressed the tip of his dick towards your lip, looking up first to see his rapidly moving chest before slipping your lips down over his tip and taking the head fully. He was sensitive. You began to suck, and he let out a deep sigh mixed with a moan of relief. His hand rested against your head but without trying to control, letting you be in charge of your own moves.

Your hand wasn’t moving, it was more so squeezing and caressing the base of his thickness while your mouth made him groan. He was veiny.

You allowed him to slip out and your hand took over for your mouth, rubbing and squeezing his tip as your tongue traced the veins.

Jungkook’s hands suddenly pressed against your shoulders to stop you. He was on the verge.

“Don’t make me cum yet.” He said, voice shaky.

You looked up at him, licking your lips and he smirked. His hand pinched your chin, aiming your face up towards him and he leaned down.

His tongue slipped between your lips, kissing you with hunger and greed as he slowly guided you back down, getting on top of you. He hooked your thighs over his hip, lifting your hips up from the bench slightly to meet his height. You winced as his dick brushed up against your inner thigh. Your hand grabbed the headband, pulling it off and throwing it somewhere behind him. You tangled your fingers in his damp hair to keep him in the kiss.

Jungkook reached between you quickly to position himself, spreading your wet lower lips with his aching tip. His hand returned to your hip, and he pushed in. He pushed in with the intention to get in all the way from the start, but you were tight, and he was so big… But he managed anyway. The stretching feeling was mind-blowing, and you both moaned against the kiss as he slowly stretched you deeper and deeper. You couldn’t stay in the kiss, letting out another whimper from the pleasure. He was shaky.

His hand slipped into your hair and his lips pressed against the side of your throat. He kept still briefly, allowing you to adjust and relax around him. Your arms were wrapped around him, hands slipped up under his tank top, pressing against his flexed back.

“You ok, baby?” He whispered, voice husky.

You nodded. He pulled back slightly and thrusted back in, picking up a deep slow pace with his hips.

But it quickly picked up to deep and fast as the greed took over. His hips were pounding against yours, almost as if he was in a rush. He let out a frustrated groan and slipped his hand out of your hair. His arm instead wrapped around your waist, and he picked you up, the other arm under your butt. Jungkook stood up and turned around with you and sat back down on the bench, lying down on it. “It’s easier like this.” He said, panting.

His hands were firmly pressing you down against him and he picked up his thrusts again, with you on top of him. Your face was above his, dark eyes meeting yours with gritted teeth. He looked beyond sexy like this… it was turning you on even more. He grunted, fingertips digging into your skin and his head leaning back.

You licked up the side of his throat and sucked what would become a deep purple hickey…

“You’re leaking all over me.” Jungkook said between breaths.

“Of course I am, I’m being fucked by the hottest guy in this gym.”

He couldn’t hold back the flustered chuckle.

His hand gripped your ass tighter. “Maybe we should pretend like we don’t know each other more often.”

“Shut up.” You ordered and failed to supress a moan.

“There she is.” He grinned. This Jungkook was torture, he knew exactly what that phrase did to you.

He was sweaty, hair was clinging to his forehead, and he was a moaning mess beneath you. His endurance was impressive, but he was coming to an end, both by stamina and his own release.

You were hanging by a thread, his grip was so firm and tight, he was thrusting so deep and hard. It was overwhelming to a point that made you feel high. All your senses were alive at once, the sight of him, the feel of him, the sound and smell…. It was unbearable.

“I know this expression too well to pretend like I don’t.” He teased, but he was right. Your body felt so tense and overwhelmed, toes curling, back unable to arch from his tight hold. A final hard deep thrust was enough to break you, and him. He pushed deeply, releasing in you with a growling grunt. Your muscles released in an explosion of ecstasy, tightly pulsing around him with a loud sharp whimper.

Out of breath, you gazed into each other eyes and he leaned up to kiss you tenderly, hand against your cheek and you momentarily forgot you were at the gym.

Once you regained some more control of your body, you carefully stood up, Jungkook slipping out. You reached for Jungkook’s clothes, handing them to him as he sat up and picked up your own.

“Shall we pick up some takeout on our way home, Baby?” Jungkook asked. “I’m kind of hungry after my workout.” He chuckled, slipping his shorts back on.

“That sounds amazing… should we pretend not to know each other again and hook up in the bathroom?” You said playfully.

“Nah… I want my girlfriend back now.” He pouted cutely and put his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to him as you walked towards the exit.

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Sharing is Caring (Rafe Cameron)

Summary: Topper and Kelce are sick of you and Rafe avoiding your feelings for each other. Taking matters into their own hands while in Mexico for vacation, you find yourself stuck sharing a room with Rafe Cameron. With only one bed in sight.

A/N: !!!!!!!! I had so much fun writing this. like THE most fun. I hope you guys #love because I really enjoyed this story. Inbox is open, feel free to leave me a message <3 Love u all so so much!!

Warnings: swearing, subtle suggestive language, besties Topper and Kelce being idiots (albeit amazing friends), puppy-dog Rafe, kissing (is that a warning?)

“TOPPER THORNTON!” you screamed at the top of your lungs as you stood in your hotel room.

A blur of blond hair appeared in your peripheral vision, the culprit in question huffing and puffing at his rush to hurry to you.

“Y/n, are you okay? What’s going on? Are you hurt?” he asked out of breath, eyes darting around the room frantically.

“No I am not okay, dumbass! I spy, with my little eye, one fucking bed!” you complained, gesturing manically at the space in front of you, where there was, in fact, only one bed in view.

Topper’s eyes grew wide with realization as he glanced back and forth at you and the object of your anger. “Oh shit,” he mumbled, scratching his head sheepishly.

“You told me you triple checked the reservation before you booked the room, Top,” you groaned in complaint.

“I swear I did Y/n/n. There must have been some mix-up with the website or something but I promise I checked it.”

Topper Thornton wasn’t lying to you. He had triple checked the reservation, just not in the way that he promised.

2 weeks prior to your vacation to Mexico with Rafe, Topper, and Kelce, confessions and declarations of love were uttered. Just not to the people who actually mattered in the situation.

Drinking in your figure from across the golf course, Rafe’s eyes glazed over in jealousy as he watched you giggle at something JJ had said to you at the bar as you ordered a drink.

“Look at that Pogue flirting on company time,” Rafe muttered in disgust. “He couldn’t really be that funny, could he?”

“You know, jealousy is a disease,” Topper sang in Rafe’s ear, finding amusement in his best friend’s dismay.

“I’m not jealous,” Rafe snapped defensively. “JJ just annoys the shit out of me. I mean, look at that stupid swooshy hair. Has he ever heard of a comb?”

“Probably not since you own most of Kildare’s supply of them. Ever since Y/n complimented you on your hair the other day, you went ballistic. ‘I’m Rafe and I brush my hair exactly 50 times before gelling it and then messing it up with my hands because Y/n loves when it looks like this and I loveeee Y/n.’” Kelce mocked, roughly patting his companion on the shoulder.

Annoyed, Rafe shrugged off Kelce’s touch.

“Get a grip bro,” Kelce instructed. “Just tell her you love her already. It’s been like 2 years. I myself have an appreciation for the long game, but I’d like to not be in a wheelchair by the time you actually do something about it.”

“He’s right dude,” confirmed Topper. “When are you going to grow a pair and tell her that you’re into her? You guys literally act like a couple already, what with all the flirting you do.”

Rafe sighed. After you hit puberty in sophomore year of high school, he couldn’t seem to shake his sudden awareness of the new person you seemed to have become. Gone was his mental image of that little girl he was so accustomed to, with hair crazily thrown into two pigtails and grass stains littered on your jeans. In its place, an even more confident, beautiful girl had bloomed. One who lit up a room just by walking in-who’s easy smile made Rafe feel like he had to struggle to breath every time he was merely around you.

“But I’m not just ‘into her’ you guys. It’s so much more than that. This is Y/n L/n for crying out loud. The girl who slapped Andrea Baker for making fun of my neon tank top in the 8th grade. The girl who sits on the bleachers every weekend, even in the pouring rain because she’d never miss one of our games. The girl who makes homemade soup and bread and hand delivers it to our houses every time one of us is sick. Every fucking time! She’s nothing short of goddamn perfect. And she would never, ever feel the same way about me. Sure, I flirt with her. How could you not? But she only flirts back because she’s comfortable with me. And I’d rather have that sliver of happiness, than risk losing it all just because I told her the truth.”

Topper and Kelce fell silent at Rafe’s revelation. They knew Rafe had a crush, but they never could have imagined that it ran this deep. And so, with a silent nod and a pat on their friend’s chest, the boys nonverbally began concocting a plan of their own.

That same night, a drunk version of you had stumbled out of a party at Tannyhill, chaotically marching down the street with Topper and Kelce in tow as the three of you headed back to Topper’s house to spend the night.

“You guysss,” you slurred, tugging on Kelce’s arm to keep him moving at the same pace as you and Topper. “Do you know if Rafe liked the golf outfit I wore at the club this morning? Got that tank top just for him y’know. S’blue. His favorite.”

“Yes Y/n,” Kelce said assuredly. “He told me himself that he very much loved your outfit today.”

Eyes brightening at this revelation, you excitedly pushed your face centimeters into Kelce’s own, asking, “Ooh ooh! Did he say anything about my boobs? If they looked good?”

“Okay barf,” Topper interrupted, grimacing as he yanked you away from Kelce. “Y/n, please just tell him have you feelings for him already. Kelce and I love you to death, we really do. But if I have to hear you talk about how you dusted glitter on your tits in the hopes of getting Rafe to look at them because they’re ‘sparkly and shiny’, I’m legitimately going to cut my own ears off.”

You sneered at this, turning to Topper. “Um, hello, if anything, you guys should be thanking me, not complaining about it. I thought all teenage boys loved boobs. Not to mention you guys get a free show every time we go out.”

“Oh we like boobs. Just not if they’re on our best friend,” Kelce grumbled. “You’re like our little sister Y/n/n, kinda hard to appreciate your God given gifts when we all used to eat dirt together as kids.”

You began to chuckle at this before you were cut off again by Kelce. “Topper’s right Y/n. You should just tell him how you feel. It’s so obvious that the boy likes you back. Just cut the shit and skip straight to the happy-go-lucky part.”

“Yeah right,” you scoffed, your smile flipping into a frown. “Rafe Cameron likes me back. He’s our best friend too. How do you think he’d react if I told him, ‘Oh Rafe. I just love you so much. I love the way you dip your ear down to my mouth when we’re at parties so you can hear me talking to you better because I love the way your smell surrounds me.’ Or ‘I love when we dick around at the Island Club and it feels like we’re the only two people on this planet.’ Or ‘I love when you help me onto a boat because you always grab my hand and waist to steady me, and the feeling of your touch lingering on my body drives me crazy.’

Do you guys really think that’s a good idea? No. I’d be setting myself up for complete failure. If you guys would never see me in that way, there’s not a chance in hell Rafe would. Now drop it. Never gonna happen.” you grumbled, letting go of the two boys and stomping ahead in frustration.

Topper and Kelce glanced at each other momentarily, rolling their eyes at your stubborness. And so, they set their plan in motion.

Upon returning to Topper’s house, Kelce thought it was all too clever to volunteer booking flights and hotels for the Mexico trip. Though he had garnered some suspicion from you, who had skeptically mentioned that he hated doing anything involving trip planning, he had shrugged off your doubt, reassuring you that he just wanted to start being responsible, and that this trip was a good place to start.

He had spent a total of 20 painstaking minutes surfing the internet for places to stay, before he frustratedly handed the job off to Topper, claiming that he couldn’t handle all the pop-up ads on the booking sites for a second longer.

After some deep searching, Topper had found a beautiful hotel in a village in Cabo, slyly booking exactly 2 rooms. One with two beds, for him and Kelce to share, and one with a singular queen sized bed, for you and Rafe.

This plan would work, he thought desperately. Being forced to share a bed together would not only bring the two of you closer, but would hopefully act as the catalyst for the “feelings-talk”.

“Fuck,” you muttered, taking a seat on the edge of the bed before falling backwards into the mattress. “How am I supposed to enjoy this fucking trip when all I’ll be thinking about is having to share a bed with him?”

“You’ll be fine. Rafe and Kelce are on their way up here right now. We’ll tell them about the situation, laugh about it, and then kick off our vacation with some Mai-Tais by the beach.” Topper eased.

“Where are those two dumbasses anyway?”

“They’re still outside, unloading all the luggage from the Uber. Somebody decided to pack their whole closet for a week long trip. You paid an extra $50 just to check in another bag dumbass,” Topper answered pointedly at you.

“Ha-ha-ha,” you said sarcastically. "At least I’m aware I’m making stupid decisions. Takes a real idiot to unknowingly fuck up sleeping arrangements after being reminded 50,000 times.”

“Good one,” the boy deadpanned.

“Thanks. Had that one in the back of my head since I stepped foot in here.” you retorted. “Anyways, when they come up here just tell them that you’re gonna room with me instead of Rafe. It’ll sound less suspicious coming from you.”

“What?!” Topper screeched. “No way in hell am I switching with Rafe. Daddy’s tryna get laid on this trip,” the boy said waggling his eyebrows at you suggestively.

You fake gagged at this.

“Sorry Y/n/n, ever since Sarah left me, I haven’t gotten any. I’m practically a born-again virgin.”

“Seriously Top? A one-night stand is really more important than helping your best friend out of a situation that she’s completely, totally dreading?” you begged, your best puppy-dog eyes on display.

“Of course it’s not,” Topper said, plopping down onto the bed next to you. “But I’m still not switching. What if this is like a blessing in disguise? Fate telling you to face your fears!”

You let out a deep breath, turning your head to meet Topper’s gaze. “I guess you’re right. It’s now or never I guess. I got that extra push, just have to dive straight in before I think twice.”

“That’s the spirit Y/n!” Topper cheered, guiding his arms over to your body and pulling you into an embrace. “I’m proud of you. It’s going to work out just fine,” he mumbled into your hair.

“It better, Thornton,” you said into his chest.

Shuffles of feet and grunts echoed through the doorway. You pushed yourself up on your elbows, watching with a quirked eyebrow as Kelce and Rafe stumbled into the hotel room, bags behind them.

“Jesus L/n,” Kelce grumbled. “Next time we travel, remind me to pack my jockstrap. What do you need so many bags for? And why are they all so heavy? It feels like there’s a whole human in that purple one.”

Laughing, you clambered off the bed, crossing over to where Kelce and Rafe stood. “Sorry buddy. A girl needs her outfit choices. Can’t have beauty with a light suitcase.”

“You could be wearing a potato sack and still be the prettiest person in a room Y/n,” Rafe mumbled under his breath.

It was just quiet enough that Kelce didn’t hear it over his continued complaints to Topper about your luggage, but you gleaned his voice, blushing at his words.

“Thanks Rafe,” you whispered, looking up into his striking blue eyes.

Like you said earlier, it’s now or never. Clearing your throat, you started, “Hey, um, Rafe?”

“What’s up sweetheart?” Rafe answered, his voice laced with concern.

“Before we get our festivities started, I just wanted to let you know that the room Topper booked us only has one bed. I’m down to share if you are, but if you don’t feel comfortable, I can take the pullout in their room. Just, um, let me know what you want to do I guess.”

Rafe didn’t miss the way his heart stopped at the idea of laying next to you, limbs intertwined in the sheets, the heat of each other’s bodies keeping the two of you warm.

He smiled down at you, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear. “No, no, you don’t have to do that. Sharing is caring. I don’t mind.”

“Okay,” you breathed, “Cool.”

“Cool,” Rafe repeated.

You stared into his eyes, silently trying to convey every emotion you were feeling at that moment. Fear. Worry. Longing. Desire. Excitement. But before you could open your mouth to speak, Topper’s voice cut through the air, interrupting any shred of thought you had.

“Hey! Lovebirds! Save that shit for later. There’s a beach filled with beautiful women waiting for Kelce and I. Let’s go let’s go!”

Rolling your eyes at your friend’s childish whims, you stepped back from Rafe, nodding at him with unspoken understanding as you made your way into the room to grab your swimsuit and head out.

Pounding back your 4th tequila shot, you grimaced at the burn of the liquid down your throat, turning to face Kelce who was watching you with horror. The 4 of you had spent the evening out by the water, lounging around lazily before deciding to end the night with a couple drinks at the hut bar.

“Y/n, I think you should slow down on the shots darling.” he advised, scrunching his face up in distress as he gently took the shot glass and lime away from your grasp.

“Relax mom,” you said pointedly. “I’m not trying to get trashed. You guys know I’m not a lightweight. I just need a little bit liquid courage so I can get into bed with him without shitting my pants.”

Gesturing over at Rafe, you watched in admiration as he and Topper tossed a foam football around. Catching you staring, Rafe raised his hand in greeting, shooting you a wink before throwing the ball back to Topper.

You waved back at him, turning back around before catching Kelce’s disapproving eye. “Okay Miss Know-It-All, liquid courage is fine, but if you keep going at this pace, you’re going to be walking the very thin tightrope between tipsy and borderline dipsomaniac. I’m cutting you off. We’re calling it a night soon anyway. You’re going to be fine.”

“Funny,” you droned. “Topper said the same thing earlier.”

“Cause we’re always right. ”

“You guys ready to head up in a sec?” Topper called from across the sand, Rafe beside him as they started heading in your direction.

Giving him a thumbs-up, Kelce turned back to you. “C’mon, let’s get out of here. We’ve got an early morning excursion tomorrow. You got this,” Kelce said, placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head.

Groaning, you pushed yourself out of the high chair, following the 3 boys into the lobby of the hotel and up the elevator.

“Well this is us. See you guys tomorrow morning, love you both, have fun, remember, no glove no love!” Topper blurted quickly, ushering a smirking Kelce into the doorway swiftly before waving at you and Rafe, who stood speechless a couple feet away.

“Such a weirdo,” you chuckled, unlocking your room and stepping in, Rafe following shortly after. “I already showered downstairs before dinner, so I’m just gonna change into my pajamas really fast and brush my teeth. Bathroom’s all yours after,” you called over your shoulder, grabbing your toiletries and hurrying into the en suite.

Nervousness swallowed you whole, as you rapidly changed into your silky tank and shorts. You gripped the edge of the counter, staring at your reflection in the mirror.

“Fuck,” you mumbled at your appearance, running your hands through your hair in an attempt to smooth down the frizz. “Relax Y/n,” you said to yourself, your pep talk doing little to nothing to calm you down. “It’s just a bed. You know how to sleep. Just get under the covers and try to forget about how you’re hopelessly in love with Rafe.”

Groaning, you ran your hands over your face before you were startled by a deep voice.

“Hopelessly in love with Rafe, huh?”

Eyes widening with mortification, you felt your brain short-circuit as you tried to muster up a response. “What? No. Did I say that? It’s not you Rafe. Different Rafe! Yeah. He goes to a different school, you don’t know him.”

You mentally facepalmed. Who says that anymore? What were you, 12 years old?

“Different Rafe who goes to a different school?” Rafe smirked, stepping towards you in challenge.

“Yeah, the name Rafe is more common than you think,” you sputtered, backing away from the brunette boy, your attempt to free yourself from his searing gaze failing as your body collided with back of the counter.

“More common than I think, huh?” Rafe asked, striding closer to your trembling figure.

“Stop repeating everything I’m saying in question form dumbass,” you countered, eyes darting everywhere but on the boy in front of you.

“Sorry sweetheart,” Rafe answered calmly. Tenderly grasping your chin with his thumb, he turned your face to meet his, eyes boring holes into your own. “You’re right. Must have just been some confusion with the whole name thing. I’m also hopelessly in love with a girl named Y/n. You don’t know her either. Goes to a different school too. She looks an awful lot like you though.”

Exhaling shakily, you looked up at Rafe, his figure towering over you. Hands sliding down to your hips, he pressed them into the counter, thumbs grazing over the bare skin of your stomach where your top had slightly ridden up. His face was now inches away from yours, lips hovering over your pink, plump ones.

“You’re full of shit,” you breathed, the movement from speaking causing your lips to just barely brush his.

Rafe’s adams apple bobbed in his throat at the sensation. Gulping, he whispered back, “So are you.”

Your eyes fluttered shut at the way the breath of his voice hit your skin, your body emitting a slow, shuddering breath. You looked like an angel. A perfect, beautiful, just-waiting-to-be-kissed angel. And so Rafe did.

Closing the minuscule gap between you, Rafe pressed his mouth onto yours, sighing in contentment as he felt you moving against him. Your tongue darted out across his lips, gasping in delight at his touch. Your small hands circled his strong back, fingers tracing his spine delicately as you pushed him closer to you. Rafe moved his hands up to your head, fingers running across the length of your neck as he consumed every detail about the way you felt against him.

Pulling away gingerly, you rested your forehead atop his, eyes still shut as you tried to catch your breath. Opening your eyes slowly, you took in the sight in front of you. Rafe’s hair was disheveled from where your hands had ran through it, pupils dilated and blue irises clouded with desire. He buried his head into the crook of your neck, mumbling three sweet words into your skin.

“I love you, Y/n.”

Your heart skipped a beat, body warm with acceptance and affection as you gently took ahold of his face, your thumb tracing the curve of his lips.

“I love you too, Rafe.”

Smiling, Rafe took ahold of your hand, dropping a kiss to your wrist. “Come to bed,” he whispered.

Silently trailing after him, you nodded, walking over to the mattress as you watched Rafe climb into bed. Mirroring his actions, you followed suit as you eased your way under the covers, slotting into his side as he draped an arm around your waist. He peppered kisses atop your head, playing with the hair at the nape of your neck.

Looking down at you, Rafe registered your furrowed brows. Taking his thumb, he gently swept it across your forehead, easing the wrinkles in an attempt to console you.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked quietly, fingers migrating back to your hair as he dragged them up and down your scalp.

“I just can’t believe you love me. Like you want me. Me. I’ve loved you since the day you took me out on the Druthers at 5 in the morning just because I mentioned wanting to watch a sunrise, but I just can’t believe this is real,” you answered breathlessly.

“Y/n,” Rafe said softly. “I’ve wanted you since the day you helped me cheat on Ms. Hansen’s history test in 9th grade. There’s nothing about you that I don’t love. You could punch me in the face and I would still want you. I loved you all the way back then, and I sure as hell love you now.”

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