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── ˙ ̟ ೕ !! ꣑୧ rafe cameron x preachersdaughter!reader mdniᝰ.ᐟ dark!rafe, inexperienced!reader, religious themes / guilt, implied childhood friends, fingering, tit sucking, dub con, references to cannibalism, a little blood at the end... . ༉‧₊˚. word count;³`⁵k a/n ૮꒰˶ - ˕ -꒱ა ahh I love this gif sm, listened to ethel the whole time writing ! wanted to give rafe an isaiah vibe kindaaa... can u guys tell ? planning a part two !!

"you poor thing. sweet mourning lamb."— ptolemea, ethel cain

rafe cameron was not religious.

but god you made him feel like he had to repent. you, the perfect preachers' daughter, homeschooled and sweet, foreign to the kook-pogue bullshit going on in the outer banks. he'd only caught glances of you lately, so different from the endless, humid summer nights of previous years, you'd grown, you'd changed. he wondered if you even remembered it, both of you being so careless and so much younger.

in church you'd always sit right up front, in your sunday best under your father's watchful eye, draped in white lace or thin cotton. your hair would frame your face so perfectly and the way you tapped your little heels into the dark wood beneath the pews, even the cross that hung around your neck delicately, snug between the swell of your chest made rafe dizzy with desire.

you were like a dream in the dusty, old church, a break in the underlying smell of rot and mildew that traced the corners of the small wooden hall. you still held that naive look in your eye from your youth.

still so clean, so pure— sinless.

all of it made rafes stomach turn, he felt sick, perverted, disgusting and hungry.

so hungry.

all while he stood tense and brooding beside his father, in the back of the service with his head full of filth, imagining you spread before him whining out his name like a prayer. he wanted to feel your skin under his teeth while he broke through your soft, supple flesh and hear that satisfying cry of pain fall out from your lips.

wanting to taint you, adulterate you to his own putrescence. he could have any girl on the island, but he wanted you.

that sickness in him seemed to spread, twisting into almost obsession over the years, as he found himself lurking after mass more and more often. throwing you lazy smirks and attempted conversations before you were inevitably tugged away by your father. god knows what provoked him, maybe the blasphemous desperation in his head, as he strode forward.

he held that usual smug quirk in his lip as he approached you, small, quiet you, with his typical unwavering confidence in the dim, close to empty hall. you were sorting out donations, busying yourself, trying to be helpful before you perk up at that all too familiar coo of your name.

“hey.”

you blink up suddenly, all smiling and friendly, “rafe—”.

he stares at the curve of your lips, his head feeling light as you sound his name, letting it leave your lips so gracefully, before glancing back up to your eyes as you tilt your head.

“it's been a while, I haven't seen you for the recent services.”, your voice was delicate and cherubic, just like the rest of you, so quiet the church mice would fill with envy. you turned properly, staring up at him. giving him the whole of your attention as you always did.

“I've had better things to do,” he nods, drawing out his words heavily, almost boasting, watching you practically beam up at him under his gaze. you always found him funny even when he was mean or borderline offensive, he liked that. suddenly his brow furrows as he leans closer. a tick in his lazy smile and he's all serious, staring you down. he lets his hand reach out to your small frame, tracing the skin of your shoulder with two long fingers, leaving trails of a burning sensation. you hold back a shiver as you shift on your feet.

“and I think you do too.”

a laugh bubbles from between your soft lips, shaking your head, half nervous half curious, but you know what he's doing. he always did this. cooing and coaxing you away from what was important. you're about to object when he interrupts.

“nah, nah— none of that shit, angel”, he huffs quickly, shaking his head right back at you, almost humoured by your attempt to brush him off, his dark hair tossing across his forehead.

“c’mon—”

the next thing you know you're being tugged away right under your father's nose just like you remember in your half formed, honey-sweet memories of childhood, stained by bible studies and sunlight.

suddenly you're sitting quietly and brimming with nerves in the passenger seat of his expensive truck parked out in the empty fields behind the church. he's sipping at a beer lazily watching you. the top buttons of his shirt undone revealing a slither of his tanned, summer skin. you know this was wrong, so wrong, but you couldn't help but want a taste of the sickeningly sweet temptation that was rafe cameron. was that so wrong ?

“your daddy's been keeping you away from me, huh?”, he smiles toothy and playful, hiding a simmering frustration and suddenly you don't know what to say. it was true, rafe grew up rough and mean and eventually, those hazy childhood afternoons were stripped away from you.

he gulps down the rest of his drink and you find your eyes dragging down to the bob of his throat and following the outline of his adams apple. you swallow back your need and adjust the length of your skirt, subtly pressing your thighs together.

“s'not like that's my fault,”, you mutter softly, all shy and awkward tugging at a loose string of your dress. he couldn't help but let his eyes drift to the skin of your thighs then again over the chain that dipped under the curve of your chest. a subtle reminder of what you were, as the little crucifix glinted in the dimming sunlight.

“never said it was.”

“but you said it like it was—”

“y'know you really piss me off sometimes.”, he raised his voice above yours in the small of his truck abruptly, making your head whip up, blinking up at his dark eyes boring through your skin. a beat passes as you stare at each other before he rolls his jaw and tosses his beer bottle out into the brambles that hid you two from roaming eyes.

“d’you even know what you do to me?”

you shake your head softly before trying to get words to bubble up through your suddenly dry throat, his tone firm and serious. your mouth opens to speak but you only manage a little murmur.

"rafe— i— i dunno what your talking ‘bout…”

your lip catches between your teeth as you force your eyes down, keeping them to yourself.

a soft sigh leaves your lips as you tense, clasping your hands together tightly in your lap, you knew this wouldn't go over well. he's still staring you down, you can feel it. how burdensome his gaze was as he watched you swallow down your discomfort.

rafe lets his tongue wet his lips before he lets out your name.

“look at me.”, his command sits heavy in the air and almost on instinct you do as told, batting your lashes all pretty up at the taller man.

he hums in approval.

“now c'mere.”, he pats his thigh lightly, not breaking eye contact with you. your stomach flips.

“I cant—”

“yes you fucking can.”, he huffs out steady and assertive. his unfaltering resolute sent a throb between your legs. you couldn't help but shift, moving over the centre console with trembling limbs. crawling over him, clumsily falling into his lap. he stayed quiet a moment fixing your position with big, sturdy hands, pulling your thighs around him and getting you close.

warm palms rubbed over the soft skin of your thighs as he held you in place. his face leant forward, your foreheads pressed together. you could feel his steady breath and the loose wisps of his hair brushing against the sides of your face. you're still tense as ever but he doesn't seem to realise, too busy taking you in. making sure you're real.

you look like a vision and he's almost second guessing himself, his hands squeeze at your flesh and flick at the hem of your dress. he feels his tongue grow heavy with want, needing to satiate it with your taste.

“missed you,” he murmurs lowly, “missed this— us—”

you furrow your brows unsure of what to say, you weren't familiar with this rafe. he was changed and capricious with a wild and rabid glint to his eye. it made you nervous not knowing his next move but you nodded quietly anyway.

he lets his fingers dip under your skirt, smirking when your breath hitches and you fist at the bottom of his shirt.

“nervous?”

“rafe— I just think—”, you huff a little overwhelmed and excited but the pit in your stomach was telling you this was all wrong.

“I don't think I can do this…”, your eyes glance down at your necklace, the cool metal of the cross pressed against your chest. you suddenly feel icky, on the edge of sacrilege.

“well I think you can.”, he's unusually calm, almost smug as he brushes his lips with yours, it's unnerving and makes you want to sink away into nothing.

you're both close now, the air's heavy and tense, he palms around you, massaging at your waist.

“rafe—”, you breathe out against his lips.

“I'll be slow, soft— I swear”, he nods, desperate and lustful, eyes half lidded as he takes you in, all flush and sun kissed.

“but that's not the point—”

he kisses you anyway, it's sudden and startling, making you gasp. at first, it's soft. it's nice, sweet enough for you to like it. just his lips against yours while you squeezed your eyes shut tight.

until one firm hand trailed up your back to clasp at the nape of your neck. you let out a little noise against him, before pushing back abruptly to allow yourself a lung full of breath but he's pulling you back in all too fast, letting his teeth nip sharply at your bottom lip. a little pained whine escapes your throat and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

you gasp his name around the hot muscle feeling your thighs tightening around him as he tilts his head, it's messy and gross, teeth clashing together as he licks into your mouth desperately. rafe wants more of you. all of you in your entirety, to consume, to devour.

his hands palm over your little dress, clasping at the soft fabric that covered your skin groping over your waist, tummy and eventually the fat of your tits.

“please—”, you whine softly, not even knowing what you were asking for but whatever it was you wanted it bad. he's too busy moving his mouth lower to hear your plead, biting down hard at the supple skin of your neck making you cry out and back up into the steering wheel with a jump.

he blinks up at you with blown out pupils, panting out like a starved man.

“let me have you.”, he nods, clasping onto you.

you try shaking your head, but he's already pulled down the top of your dress to begin tugging at the lace of your bra making you arch. you couldn't say no. not now, not with all the need blooming between your legs and soaking through the thin, white cotton of your panties.

you watch him, half in awe half in horror, groping at you.

that seed of disgust in the pit of your stomach growing, branching out and taking over all feeling, twisting into want.

rafe groaned, you could feel his hard cock beneath the fabric of his pants pressed up against the wet of your clothed cunt. he leant his head down to your chest muttering in a haze.

“so pretty— so fucking soft—”

he covered your tits in rough bruising kisses, cupping them in both hands and letting his tongue drag over your perked nipples. you shudder into him, holding him tight.

“bet you fuckin’ love this—”

his mouth focused on the sensitive nubs feeling them harden under the weight of his tongue as he began to suck hard, letting his rough hands knead at the rest of you.

“you've never done anything like this huh?”, rafe draws out lazily leaving a trail of spit over you, kissing softer now, over his marks and then over the cross that lay against you flush skin.

you swallow in shame “n—no…”, you whisper out.

he watches you carefully, like prey, like you could jump away at any moment but he knows you won't, because your pliant like that, docile and meek. that's what he adored about you.

a humoured laugh is let out against your chest as he still kneads your tits, his chin balanced perfectly in the dip between them.

“shit I could cum just like this—”, he smiles proudly as you flush.

one of his hands move to cup your cheek, stroking softly as if to calm you.

“you can feel how hard you got me right?”

you nod shyly at his whisper.

“that's right—”

he takes your hand pulling it down to his thick, hard length, making you palm over it sending a jolt through your soaked pussy.

“mhm— all that— just for you angel…”, he whispers lowly nipping at the skin of your chest again.

“you want it?”

“please—”, is all you can get out.

he laughs a little louder.

“that's all you do huh?”, rafe lets go of your hand squeeze at your thigh, pushing up the fabric of your skirt revealing your soaked through, now sheer panties, plastered to your throbbing cunt.

he lets out a groan at the sight, a calloused hand hovering over your sensitive folds.

“just beggin’, always begging— not everything's a prayer angel.”

you twitch with a gasp, humping up into his hand as he lets one finger trace over the slick fabric.

“don't need to beg me for anything,”

your little panties are pushed aside, letting him run a long finger through your folds, collecting the wetness from your heat as your face twists quietly in pleasure. you're holding onto his arms tight, like he's your only life line, only connection to reality as your head spins.

“not when I'm gonna give it to you anyway, whether you like it or not sweetness your mine now—”

he hums with a little smile bringing his finger to you face, staring at the glistening tip. at this point he's talking to himself, your mouths too heavy to reply, too heavy to curse him or push him back.

you glance at it shyly, almost ashamed.

“that's all you angel.”

his smile tugs wider at your obvious discomfort, the grimace on your face almost making him giddy. he smears the slick across your lips before pressing into your mouth.

“rafe, no—”

“uh uh, none of that—”

you taste yourself, your sweet slick, hesitantly letting your tongue lap over it, swapping it for your spit.

he nods, drawing out a hum of awe. it was like you knew exactly what to do, how to please him. he presses another finger between your lips as his cock twitches in need confined against his pants, but he knows to be patient. he watches you babble and drool over the two fingers, spit bubbling around them.

the truck is hot and brimming with perverse desire, the steering wheel digging into your lower back now as he shifts you to get a better view of your pussy. he stares at it a moment before once again tugging the drenched cotton to the side and pressing his spit covered fingers to your clit. he swears he can feel the bundle of nerves twitch under the pressure. you let out a sinful moan and he's tracing your soft, glistening folds forcing out a louder one.

“so fucking pretty—”

your nails dig into whatever you can grab of him as his free hand moves to kneed at your tit, pinching and pulling it's little overwhelmed bud that stood up firm and flushed.

long fingers dip between your folds, making your brain turn to mush. he's taking his time exploring you, spreading you apart and taking in your needy hole, clenching around nothing and the twitch of your pretty clit, he traces everything as if he were studying you like scripture.

suddenly he plunged his fingers into your cunt, and you moan out his name louder, louder then any prayer that's left your lips.

one slow, aching thrust, then another and another until he's found his rhythm, pumping through you and working you down. his name leaves your throat in desperate, chanting cries and tears prick the edges of your eyes. he lets his thumb press against your clit hard, feeling you squeeze around his fingers.

he's so rapt he's forgotten about his own heavy, leaking cock straining against your thigh. he doesn't slow down, even as your eyes begin to flutter back with each gasping, lewd breath of yours or whine of his name. you grow closer and closer to release the knot in your stomach only getting tighter as you felt yourself falling further from reality.

his fingers stretch out your tight cunt, curling sweetly into that soft spot that makes your breath hitch. you feel light and endless and so, so close.

you're getting desperate. eyes screwing shut. you crave release carnally, it's a sweltering hot need in the pit of your stomach. another curl of his long, teasing fingers, leaves your cunt gaping and letting out lewd squelches, you feel yourself twitch, thighs spasming lightly.

you're right there and suddenly it's all gone, he's paused, you whine blinking up at him, panting with need as your little hands squeezed at his sides.

“rafe—”, you cry out tearily as he pulls out his fingers now drenched in your sweet slick, already sucking up the taste of it while keeping his eyes locked on yours.

he holds back a mocking smile, he loved seeing you like this, tainted by his efforts.

“rafe please— I need it, need it so bad—”, it's like your falling over yourself, your discipline crumbling as you fall deeper into temptation.

“I know angel,”, he mutters, pulling his now clean fingers from his mouth, still calm as ever, enjoying the show your putting on for him. his hand reached down to his pants, undoing them just enough to pull out his aching cock, it stood flush against his stomach, the tip pink and angry, beading with pearly white pre cum.

your panting and desirous, staring at the scene before you as he pulls closer to your heat.

“rafe, we cant—”

“you really don't fuckin’ trust me huh?”, he smirks lazily giving himself a few tight pumps.

“we're not doing shit sweetness—”

you believe him for half a second before he's rubbing the slit of his fat cock head against your clit, you cry out arching into him.

“holy shit—”, he groans. “youre so fuckin' wet angel— already soaking my dick—”

rafe runs the heavy tip through your folds, careful as not to drag into your cunt.

“pussy’s fucking crying for me— shit.”

“rafe— just don't—”

“I won't put it in, m’not stupid—”, he pants out already knowing what you were thinking as he rubs your clit faster with his cock head, he's squeezing the base tight and he swears he sees stars.

you feel yourself getting close again, your release building up to its peak, making you feel light headed, divine even. this is the closest to heaven you'll ever get on earth.

you cum fast. your mind goes white hot and blank for a second as you cry out, feeling your toes curl. he holds you close needing to feel you, to smell you, to taste you. your little shaking arms wrap around his shoulders as he draws out the rest of your orgasm staring down at your creaming cunt. you arch sharply and he watches your tits bounce slightly with every shock of your peak, convulsing around him as he milks out every last drop of your ecstasy, like it's a godsend.

it's transcendent.

and it doesn't take rafe long to follow, when he cums he bites— hard. enough to leave little pricks of red on your skin and that sweet, metallic taste on his tongue. the taste of you was heavenly and all consuming, now that he had it he only wanted more.

he cums over your quivering pussy, his filth dirtying you, tainting you in his sacrilege. a small huff of satisfaction leaves him as he watched the thick cum drip down your folds in hot spurts.

you're both spent, leaning against eachother. you don't even feel the sting of broken flesh with your head so dizzy in the after math of your orgasm. rafe stays in place, lapping over the bite soothingly with his tongue. your blood tastes thick and syrupy sweet in his mouth, making him let out a quiet moan.

rafe cameron was not religious.

but the taste of you made him feel like god.

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