JJ | Rafe - Oneshots

The nobody and the Kook King | Fluff/Smut

Rafe x male reader

You were putting new books on the shelf for the past few hours, sometimes answering the visitors searching for specific topic or articles. The library was calm, your chef left half an hour ago and you were eager to close the doors and get your hands on your own books, away from visitors.

The heat was heavier today, cause of the rainy weather. You were sweating good and couldn't dream about anything other than a cold shower.

You walked down the last alley and put the last book on the shelf when a hand brushed your shoulders. You jumped and turned around, readjusting your glasses. You sighed seeing that damn smirk you knew too much about.

Rafe was quick to disappear in the backroom that was supposed to be staff reserved but Rafe didn't really care about anything. He made sure never to lose your gaze so you will be following him soon.

You looked around, checking for any visitors but nothing. You left the cart in the alley and discreetly walked to the backroom.

You were out of breath, panting while Rafe was above you, looking right in your soul. He smirked taking your thick glasses off before kissing you deep once again, pounding into you deeper. You let a gasp escaped, quickly covered by Rafe's groaning while he came deep inside of you. You were quick to follow, whining as you came on both of your chests.

Rafe crawled in your embrace, burying his nose in your neck and taking deep breath to calm himself down. No word needed as always, you two stayed glued together for a long 5 minutes until Rafe slid out of you and started dressing up.

'Keep it in. Don't let it slide out, you understand?', you nodded stupidly, still blissed out. 'Good.'
And with that he was gone. You slowly tried to stand up, being careful with your weak legs. You dressed back up feeling his seeds trying to escape.

You walked out of the backroom, blushing hard and your hair messy. You quickly closed the doors and went back home, not in the mood to read a book.

It's been like this for years. One day, Rafe didn't even look your way and the other, he started following you, pairing with you in class, staring...

At first, you hated the attention. You were a cliché gay nerd. Big glasses, classic and boring clothes and a backpack filled with books. Let's say you didn't get what Rafe wanted with you but he wanted you. You learnt that the hard way.

You two never really talked, you just knew by the way his eyes shined that he wanted you, NOW. You learnt that he was impatient and selfish. But you also learnt a few interesting things. Rafe was gay, and terribly gentle and romantic for some reason you ignored. He liked to praise you and kept on doing everything slow so as not to hurt you.

It started with a peck and now you were totally intoxicated by the taste of his lips, and the way his skin brushed onto yours.

Of course, no one knew. Not that you cared. You knew he kept on going after girls and hooking up but deep down inside of you, you knew he was gonna be coming back to you. And he did, everytime.

He'd appear out of nowhere, and show the way to a quiet place, fuck you desperately and leave as quick as he came.

You were waiting for one of your friend, he was in the same nerdy club as you. You sat down on the sidewalk, waiting while looking around mindlessly. That's when you two caught eyes. Rafe stopped what he was doing and raised an eyebrow. That's when your friend barged in and opened his passenger door for you to get in. You stood up and discreetly checked over your shoulder for Rafe.