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etheraltides · 4 months ago

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Fractured Devotion

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary: Rafe’s addiction and mounting debts push him to the edge after a threatening encounter with Barry. As the boy you love clings to you for comfort, you must decide how far you’re willing to go to save him.

Warning(s): drug use and addiction, volatile behavior (I mean it’s season one rafe), violence.

You sat on the edge of Rafe’s bed, flipping absently through a magazine you found on his nightstand. It was some glossy publication, all luxury homes and island life aesthetics. You weren’t paying attention to the words. Instead, you listened to the faint echoes of muffled voices downstairs.

Rafe was arguing with his dad again.

It had been a year since you’d started dating him, but it felt like you’d spent half of that time comforting him after some blow-up with Ward. Lately, though, it was getting worse. The fights were louder, angrier, and left Rafe spiraling into moods you struggled to pull him out of.

You adjusted the strap of your sundress, feeling a prickle of unease. You’d noticed how his behavior had changed over the past few weeks – more erratic, more aggressive. He was drinking more, using more. And when you tried to talk to him about it, he brushed it off with a smirk and a dismissive wave of his hand.

“He’s just so…ungrateful, you know?” Rafe’s voice carried through the door as he stormed into the room, slamming it behind him. His chest rose and fell with barely-contained rage, his blue eyes sharp and angry.

You looked up, setting the magazine aside. “Rafe, what happened?”

He raked a hand through his messy blonde hair, pacing the room like a caged animal. “Sarah,” he spat, as if her name tasted bitter. “That little traitor.”

Your brows knitted in concern. “What did she do?”

“She’s siding with them. With John B and those Pogue losers. She’s supposed to be my sister, our family, but she’s out there, screwing around with him instead of standing by us.” He stopped pacing and turned to you, his expression hardening. “Do you even know what that’s like? To have your own blood turn on you?”

You didn’t know how to answer, so you stood and reached for his hand. “Rafe, calm down. She’s just a kid. Maybe she doesn’t—”

“Don’t defend her!” he snapped, pulling away from your touch. “She’s tearing this family apart, and Dad just lets her do it. Like she’s perfect and I’m…”

His voice trailed off, but the look in his eyes – the self-loathing barely hidden under the anger – made your chest ache.

“You’re not a failure, Rafe.” you said softly, stepping closer. “You’re just—”

“What?” He laughed, sharp and bitter. “Go ahead, say it. I’m just what, (Y/N)? A mess? A junkie? A disappointment?”

“No.” you insisted, but he was already spiraling.

Rafe’s hand shot out, knocking a lamp off the bedside table. It crashed to the floor, the bulb shattering into a thousand tiny pieces. You flinched, but he didn’t seem to notice.

“I do everything for him,” Rafe said, his voice rising. “I do everything he asks – everything he needs – and it’s never enough. Sarah can screw off to Pogueland but all Dad sees is me. The screw-up. The kid who can’t get it right.”

“Rafe…” Your voice trembled as you watched him punch the wall, his knuckles splitting against the drywall. You’d never seen him this unhinged before.

“I’m the one holding everything together!” he shouted, ignoring the blood dripping from his hand. “I’m the one doing the dirty work, making sure this family doesn’t fall apart. And for what? So I can listen to his voice in my head, telling me I’m worthless?”

He collapsed onto the edge of the bed, his head in his hands. “Sometimes I think he’s right. Maybe I am just…broken.”

Your heart broke at the sight of him. You wanted to reach out, to pull him into your arms and tell him everything would be okay. But you weren’t sure if he’d let you, or if he’d push you away like he always did when he felt too vulnerable.

“You’re not broken, Rafe.” you said, sitting beside him. “You’re just hurting. And I want to help you, but you have to let me in.”

For a moment, he looked at you like he wanted to believe you. But then the mask of cocky indifference slid back into place. He stood, grabbing his jacket.

“Where are you going?” you asked, panic rising in your chest.

“Out.” he said curtly. “Don’t wait up.”

The door slammed open with a loud crash, startling you out of your thoughts. Rafe stumbled in, his silhouette outlined by the dim hallway light. He was a mess. His shirt clung to his damp skin, his hair was disheveled, and his pupils were blown wide, a wild, unhinged energy radiating off him.

“Rafe?” you called hesitantly, standing from the bed. The moment your voice broke the silence, his gaze snapped to you, sharp and glassy.

“What are you still doing here?” he muttered, slurring his words slightly. “I thought you’d leave. Everyone leaves.”

“I wasn’t going to leave” you said softly, keeping your tone steady despite the unease creeping up your spine. “What happened? Where were you?”

He ignored your question, pacing the room erratically, his hands tugging at his hair. “Barry.”he spat, the name dripping with venom. “That piece of shit thinks he can threaten me. Me!”

The name sent a chill down your spine. You’d heard the rumors about Barry, but Rafe had always brushed off your questions, assuring you it wasn’t serious. Now, though, the weight of his words pressed heavily on your chest.

“Rafe, what do you mean he threatened you?” you asked, stepping closer. “What’s going on?”

He stopped pacing and turned to you, his expression wild. “What’s going on?” he repeated mockingly. “I’ll tell you what’s going on. I owe Barry money – a lot of money – and now he’s acting like I’m his bitch or something. Like I’m just some loser who can’t handle my business.”

Your stomach dropped. “How much money, Rafe?”

His jaw tightened, and he looked away, his hands clenching into fists at his sides.

“How much?” you pressed, your voice trembling.

“Does it matter?” he snapped, his anger flaring. “I’ll take care of it. I don’t need you or anyone else to swoop in and save me, alright?”

You took a step back, shocked by the venom in his tone. But then you saw it – the fear buried beneath his anger, the shame flickering in his eyes. He wasn’t just angry. He was scared.

“Rafe.” you said carefully, “how much do you owe him?”

He hesitated, his lips pressing into a thin line. “Ten grand, alright?” he finally muttered, his voice barely audible.

You felt like the floor had been ripped out from under you. Ten thousand dollars. That wasn’t just a debt – it was a noose tightening around his neck.

“Rafe…” you began, but he cut you off, his voice rising again.

“I’ll figure it out, okay? I always do. Barry doesn’t scare me. He’s just a lowlife who thinks he’s bigger than he is.”

“Raphael, stop.” You stepped closer, placing a hand on his arm. He tensed under your touch, but you didn’t let go. “Let me help you.”

“What?” he barked, his laugh bitter and sharp. “You want to help me? With what, Y/N? You gonna go have a chat with Barry? Maybe flash your pretty tits and make him forget I owe him ten grand?”

“Don’t!” you said firmly, refusing to back down. “Don’t talk to me like that. I’m trying to help you, Rafe.”

“Help me?” he repeated, pulling away from you. “You don’t get it. This isn’t something you can just fix with your stupid optimism and your little good-girl act.”

“I can pay it.” you said suddenly, the words leaving your mouth before you could stop them.

Rafe froze, his wild eyes locking onto yours. “What did you just say?”

“I’ll pay him.” you said again, your voice steadier this time. “I have savings. I’ll pay Barry, and you can pay me back when you’re ready.”

For a moment, the room was silent except for the sound of Rafe’s ragged breathing. Then he exploded.

“Are you insane?” he shouted, his voice echoing off the walls. “You think I’m going to let you do that? Let you clean up my mess like I’m some kind of charity case?”

“I’m not doing it to embarrass you, Rafe,” you said, trying to keep your voice calm. “I’m doing it because I care about you. Because I don’t want Barry coming after you – or worse.”

“Worse?” he repeated, his voice dropping dangerously low. “What do you think he’s gonna do, huh? You think he’s gonna kill me? Barry’s all talk. He’s nothing.”

“Then why are you so scared?” you shot back, your frustration bubbling over. “Why are you pacing and yelling and breaking things if it’s not a big deal?”

He stared at you, his chest heaving, his face twisted with anger and something else –something raw and vulnerable. “Because I can’t lose you.” he finally said, his voice breaking. “Because if you get involved in this, Barry’s not just coming after me. He’s coming after you, too.”

You took a shaky breath, your heart aching at the pain in his voice. “He won’t come after me because I’ll pay him, silly”

For a long moment, he just stood there, his shoulders slumped, his hands trembling. Then, slowly, he sank to the floor, his back against the wall. His head fell into his hands, and when he spoke again, his voice was barely a whisper.

“I’m gonna fix this, okay?” he ran a hand through his hair, his words muffled.

You knelt beside him, your hand gently brushing his. “Then let me help you.” you said softly. “Not just with the money – with all of it. But you have to let me in, Rafe. You have to trust me. I’m not your enemy here.”

He looked at you, his blue eyes glassy with unshed tears, his lips trembling as if he wanted to speak but couldn’t. Instead, he reached out and pulled you toward him, his hands gripping your waist tightly, almost desperately.

His lips crashed against yours in a bruising, frantic kiss. It wasn’t soft or sweet – it was raw, messy, and full of need. His fingers dug into your sides as his mouth moved against yours, the kiss a mix of desperation and hunger. He kissed you like you were the only thing anchoring him, like he was drowning and you were his lifeline.

You gasped against his lips, your hands instinctively reaching up to tangle in his hair. His body pressed against yours, his movements erratic and uncoordinated, but his need for you was undeniable.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breaths ragged. “Shit. I don’t deserve you.” he murmured, his voice hoarse.

“No, you don’t.” you whispered, your hands gently cupping his face. “But you’ve got me anyway.”

For the first time that night, he let out a shaky laugh – a sound filled with both relief and sadness. He kissed you again, softer this time but no less intense, as if trying to convince himself that you were real.

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etheraltides · 4 months ago

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Under Summer Skies

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x best friend!Reader

Summary: it was just a casual get together in your best friend’s yacht until it wasn’t anymore.

Warning(s): SMUT – dry humping, oral sex, pinv (wear condom, y’all), a bit of dirt talk. +18 ONLY mdni!

A/N: Grammarly keeps telling me to don’t use dots in the dialogues so who am I to argue?

The sun was setting, casting golden light over the deck of the yacht, and the gentle sway of the boat gave the illusion of an isolated world – just the two of you, surrounded by nothing but endless blue. No worries, no expectations to live to.

Rafe sat on the cushioned bench, his head tilted back, an arm draped lazily over the backrest. He wore nothing but his swim trunks, his skin kissed by the sun from a long afternoon spent on the water. His sharp blue eyes were fixed on you, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips while you did your best to don’t get distracted by him.

“Are you seriously going to do this?” he asked, his tone playful but teasing as he watched you rummaging through your purse.

You grinned, holding up the pair of tweezers you’d plucked from your bag. “Yes. Your eyebrows are a disaster, Rafe. Someone has to fix them, and I’m your best friend, so I’m taking one for the team.”

He rolled his eyes, but the smirk didn’t leave his face. “I don’t need my eyebrows fixed. They’re fine.”

“They’re uneven” you countered, stepping closer and nudging his shoulder. “Come on, don’t be a baby.”

Rafe groaned dramatically but leaned back, letting his head rest against the back of the bench. “Fine, but don’t mess me up. I don’t want to look like a girl.”

You snorted, settling yourself beside him. “Relax, I’m not going to butcher you. Just sit still.”

You reached for his face, your fingers brushing lightly against his jaw as you angled his head toward you. Rafe’s skin was warm under your touch, his subtle stubble tickling against your fingertips, and you tried to ignore the way your pulse fluttered when his eyes flicked up to meet yours.

“Okay…” you said softly, your voice steadier than you felt. “Stay still.”

You began plucking, your focus narrowing in on the tiny hairs that needed to go. Rafe winced slightly, his hand twitching like he wanted to reach up and bat you away.

“Stop squirming!” you scolded, biting back a smile.

“It hurts.” he complained, his tone petulant as he couldn’t back the smile. It was adorable the way you bit your lips in concentration, the crease between your brows making it just the more adorable.

“Oh, come on. You act like you’re so tough, and you can’t handle a little tweezing?”

Rafe’s lips twitched, his smirk returning. “I’m plenty tough. I just don’t see why this is necessary.”

“It’s called grooming, Rafe. You should try it sometime.”

He laughed softly, the sound low and rich, and you felt it settle in your chest.

But then he shifted, his hands gripping your hips lightly as he said, “Here. You can’t reach like that. Come here.”

Before you could protest, Rafe tugged you forward, pulling you into his lap in a swift motion.

Your breath caught as you landed on him, straddling his thighs. His hands stayed on your hips, his grip firm but not forceful, and the heat of his skin burned through the thin fabric of your bikini. You feared that he could heart you fast beating heart now.

“Better?” he asked, his voice lower now, his blue eyes shining in the golden light.

You tried to keep your composure, to ignore the sudden spark of tension crackling between you, but it was impossible. Rafe’s gaze was locked on yours, his smirk replaced by something softer, something heavier.

“Y-Yeah, sure.” you managed, your voice barely above a whisper.

Your hands trembled slightly as you raised the tweezers again, but the task suddenly felt monumental with the way Rafe was looking at you. His eyes dipped to your lips, just for a moment, before flicking back up to meet yours.

“Are you nervous?” he asked, his tone teasing but edged with something else.

“What? Me nervous of you?” you said quickly, though your voice betrayed you. “Absolutely not.”

Rafe’s smirk returned, but this time it was slower, more deliberate. “Liar.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to regain some semblance of control. “Stay still, Cameron, or I’m going to accidentally pluck half your eyebrow off.”

“Go ahead,” he murmured, his voice dropping lower. “I trust you.”

The weight of his words settled between you, heavier than they should have been, and you found yourself unable to look away from him. His hands flexed slightly on your hips, his thumbs brushing against your skin in a way that made your stomach flip.

“Rafe.” you said softly, your voice faltering.

“What?” he asked, his tone light but his expression serious.

“This is…” You trailed off, unsure of how to finish the sentence.

“Different?” he offered, tilting his head slightly, his thumb tracing lazy circles on the soft skin of your hips.

You nodded, your fingers still resting against his jaw, the tweezers forgotten in your hand.

Rafe’s gaze flicked down to your lips again, lingering this time. His hands tightened on your hips, pulling you a fraction closer, and you felt your breath hitch as the space between you disappeared.

“Tell me to stop.” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of the water.

You didn’t say anything. You couldn’t.

Instead, you leaned in, your lips brushing against his in a kiss that was tentative at first, testing the waters. But Rafe didn’t hesitate. His hands slid up your sides, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss, his lips moving against yours with a hunger that made your head spin.

The tweezers slipped from your hand, forgotten as your fingers tangled in his hair. His hands roamed your body, sliding beneath your bikini top to rest on the bare skin, his touch warm and firm.

“Rafe,” you murmured against his lips, your voice trembling.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his blue eyes dark and heavy-lidded. “You want me to stop?”

You shook your head, your fingers tightening in his hair as you pulled him back in. His lips crashed against yours, his kisses growing more desperate, more insistent.

The air between you was electric, charged with a tension that had been simmering for far too long. Every touch, every kiss felt like a spark igniting something deeper, something neither of you could ignore anymore.

Rafe’s hands gripped your hips, guiding you closer, and you gasped as the movement sent a jolt of heat through your body.

“Tell me this isn’t just me,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your jawline, his voice rough and edged with vulnerability.

“It’s not just you,” you whispered, your hands sliding down to rest on his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath your palms.

“Good,” he said, his voice soft but sure, before capturing your lips in another searing kiss.

The sun dipped lower, casting the yacht in golden shadows, and for a moment, it felt like the rest of the world had disappeared. It was just you and Rafe, tangled together in a moment you’d never forget.

Rafe’s kisses grew more desperate, his hands gripping your hips firmly, pulling you flush against him. The tension between you was thick, electric, and you could feel his breath hitch as he shifted beneath you.

Your fingers slid through his hair, tugging gently as his lips moved from your mouth to your jawline, then lower, grazing the curve of your neck. His stubble left a faint scratch against your skin, but the sensation only added to the heat pooling in your stomach.

“Rafe…” you whispered, your voice breathless, your nails digging into his shoulders for support.

“Mm,” he hummed against your neck, the sound low and rough. His hands roamed your waist, sliding up beneath your bikini top, his touch warm and deliberate. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

He shifted again, and you felt it – the unmistakable press of his arousal beneath you, hard and insistent. Your breath hitched as he rolled his hips, the motion deliberate, sending a spark of heat through your core.

“Rafe—” you started, but the rest of the sentence was lost as he tilted his head back, his hands guiding your hips to match his slow, rhythmic movements.

“You okay?” he murmured, his voice strained but soft, his blue eyes searching yours.

You nodded, your lips parting as another wave of heat rippled through you. “Yeah,” you whispered, your hands gripping his shoulders for balance as he rocked his hips again, harder this time.

The friction was intoxicating, every roll of his body against yours sending sparks of pleasure through you. His hands slid lower, gripping your ass as he guided you, his breathing heavy and uneven.

“God,” he muttered, his voice breaking slightly as he buried his face in your neck. “You feel so good.”

You couldn’t respond – could barely think – as his movements grew more insistent, his body pressed so tightly against yours that it felt like there was nothing separating you. The sensation was overwhelming, every nerve ending alive and alight with sensation.

“Rafe!” you gasped, your fingers clawing at his shoulders as he thrust upward again, harder, drawing a soft moan from your lips.

His lips found yours again, his kiss deep and heated, and you could feel the tension in his body building with every movement. His hands gripped your hips tightly, almost desperately, as if he couldn’t get close enough.

“Say my name,” he whispered, his voice rough and filled with something raw and needy.

“Rafe,” you breathed, the sound trembling as it left your lips.

He groaned at the sound, his movements faltering slightly before he caught himself, his pace quickening. The sensation, the intimacy, the heat – it was almost too much, and yet it wasn’t anywhere near enough.

“God, you’re perfect.” he murmured, his voice cracking as he kissed you again, his lips trailing down your neck. “I’ve wanted this… wanted you… for so long.”

The confession sent a shiver down your spine, and you clung to him, your body moving instinctively with his. The world outside the yacht didn’t exist anymore – it was just you and Rafe, tangled together in a haze of heat and longing. Something you have pushed aside for so long in fear of ruining your friendship that it just blew in your faces now.

And in that moment, nothing else mattered.

With every thrust of his hips, you could feel the fabric of your bikini bottom growing damp, the delicious friction building between your legs. Your breaths grew shorter, your heart racing in time with the rhythm he set, and your body responded to his urgency with a fiery need of its own.

“Rafe, wait,” you whispered, pulling back slightly, your eyes searching his. “We shouldn’t do this—it’ll ruin everything.”

He stilled beneath you, his eyes searching yours, his expression a mix of surprise and hunger. You could see the desire warring with something deeper, something that made your stomach flip. For a moment, you thought he might pull away, might agree with your rational words. But instead, he leaned in closer, his voice a soft murmur against your skin.

“It won’t ruin us,” he said, his thumbs tracing gentle circles on the bare skin of your thighs. “We’re already more than just friends, aren’t we?”

Before you could respond, he hooked his thumbs into the band of your panties and pushed it aside, sliding the fabric just enough to expose the slick heat of your folds. His eyes darkened, and he leaned in, his breath hot against your ear. “Let me show you how good it can be, baby.”

With a gentle nudge, he coaxed you to move, his own hips grinding up to meet yours as you slid down his body, the fabric of his shorts abrading your sensitive skin. His thumbs stroked the damp fabric, tracing the edges of your pussy, and you felt a tremor run through you, your protests dying in your throat as a strangled moan escaped instead.

The ache grew, pulsing with every beat of your heart, demanding more as he teased you, the anticipation driving you wild. You could feel the fabric of your panties sticking to your wetness, and the friction was exquisite, a sweet torment that had you writhing against him.

“Please, Rafe,” you begged, the words slipping from your lips before you could stop them. The shyness had melted away under the weight of your desire, leaving only a raw, unbridled need. “I need—I need you to—”

He smirked up at you, a knowing glint in his eyes, and leaned back, his hand disappearing beneath the waistband of his shorts. You watched, transfixed, as he pulled out his cock, thick and hard, the tip glistening with pre-cum. His hand wrapped around it, stroking slow and deliberate, the motion mesmerizing. The sight of him touching himself, the way his muscles tensed and his breathing grew ragged, was more than you could bear.

Without a moment’s hesitation, you leaned down, your mouth watering at the thought of tasting him. You took the head of his cock between your lips, feeling the heat and velvet smoothness, and he groaned, his hips jerking upward. You took him deeper, letting your tongue dance along the underside as your hand found his length, stroking in time with your mouth. He tasted like salt and man, a heady flavor that made your senses swirl.

Rafe’s eyes rolled back in his head, his hands gripping the edge of the cushion as you worked him with a passion that surprised even yourself. You’d never felt this wanton before, never been so eager to please, but something about the situation had unlocked something primal within you. You took him deeper still, feeling the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat, the muscles there convulsing around him as you struggled not to gag.

He watched you, his eyes hooded and dark with lust, his breaths coming in ragged pants. “Fuck, you’re so good at this,” he murmured, his voice tight with restraint. You felt a thrill of power at his words, a sense of control that only made you more eager to serve him.

With a graceful move, you shifted onto all fours beside him on the plush cushion, his cock still in your hand. The cooler air of the yacht’s cabin washed over your heated skin, sending a shiver through you. The position was more comfortable now, and you took full advantage, leaning down to suck him in deeper, your cheeks hollowing as you drew on him. His hand found the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair as he guided you, his hips bucking in time with your movements.

But then he stilled, his eyes dropping to your thighs, where your arousal had started to dribble down. His gaze darkened, and he tugged gently on your hair, urging you to look up.

“What’s the matter?” you asked, breathless, your hand still moving up and down his shaft.

He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. “I want to taste you,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “Let me lick your sweet pussy, baby.”

The words sent a fresh wave of arousal through you, and you nodded, your breathing shallow. He helped you stand, his eyes never leaving your body, and you could feel his gaze like a physical touch. You stepped out of your bikini bottoms, the fabric falling away to reveal your bare skin, glistening with your desire. You stepped closer to him, standing at the edge of the cushion, and he reached for your thighs, urging you to straddle his face as he laid down.

You hesitated for a moment, but the need was too strong. You positioned yourself over his mouth, his warm breath fanning over your sex. He looked up at you, his eyes smoldering, and you felt your knees tremble slightly. And then his tongue was there, licking a long, slow line up the center of your pussy, from bottom to top. You moaned, the sound echoing through the cabin, and he groaned in response, his hands sliding up to grip your ass, pulling you closer.

It was messy and desperate, his tongue delving into your folds, lapping at your clit with a hunger that mirrored your own. His beard scratched against your sensitive skin, the sensation adding to the delicious assault on your senses. You could feel the wetness of his mouth, his saliva mingling with your arousal, and the sight of his blonde hair sticking to your thighs was almost too much. He feasted on you, his mouth working against you with a ferocity that had your eyes rolling back in your head.

You grabbed the railing above for balance, your body rocking against his face. You felt the orgasm building, a pressure that grew and grew with every stroke of his tongue, every nip of his teeth. It was as if he could sense it, his movements becoming more urgent, his grip on your hips tightening as he brought you closer and closer to the edge.

“Rafe, I’m going to come,” you moaned, warning him through gritted teeth. But instead of slowing down, he only redoubled his efforts, his tongue flicking rapidly against your clit, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. The pleasure was so intense it was almost painful, a knot of sensation coiling tighter and tighter within you.

With a final, desperate moan, you climaxed, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over you. Rafe’s tongue didn’t stop, though, continuing to work you through your orgasm, drawing it out until you were trembling and weak. You collapsed against the railing, your legs shaking, your breath coming in pants.

“Holy shit,” you murmured, your voice hoarse. “That was—”

But your words were cut off as Rafe’s mouth moved away from your pussy, his eyes shining with lust as he sat up, his cock standing tall and demanding. He reached for you, pulling you back down onto his lap so that you were straddling him once again. This time, however, he positioned the tip of his cock at your entrance.

“Take it slow, baby,” he murmured, his hands guiding yours to his chest, his heart hammering beneath your palms. “Let me in.”

You nodded, taking a deep breath, and then, with a gentle rock of your hips, you slid down onto him. He filled you, stretching you in a way that made you gasp, his cock thick and hot and perfect. The sensation was so intense that for a moment, you couldn’t move, could only sit there, feeling him buried deep inside you.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” Rafe groaned, his hands moving to cup your breasts, his thumbs teasing your nipples to hard points.

You bit your lip, your eyes fluttering shut as he began to rock his hips beneath you, his cock moving in and out in a slow, deliberate rhythm that had your insides clenching around him. Each stroke sent a new ripple of pleasure through your body, and you found yourself moving with him, your hips rising and falling to meet his.

The sound of your skin slapping against his filled the open deck, a testament to the passion that had overtaken you both. The sea breeze danced across your skin, adding a cool contrast to the heat of your bodies.

“Look at me, baby,” Rafe rasped, his voice thick with desire. You opened your eyes to find his gaze locked onto yours, his pupils blown wide with lust. You took his words as a command, your hips moving in tandem with his, your breasts bouncing with every thrust.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his hands sliding up your body to cradle your face. “Take it all. You’re so fucking wet for me. You’re perfect, just like I knew you’d be.”

With a your bottom lip trapped between your teeth, you begin to grind in a slow, sensual circle, watching Rafe’s eyes roll back as he loses himself in the tight, slick embrace of your pussy. The feel of him inside you was intoxicating, filling you to the brim and sending waves of pleasure crashing through your body. Each rotation brought a fresh rush of sensation, his cock hitting all the right spots, and you felt yourself growing wetter and wetter with every pass.

His hands slid from your face to your hips, his grip firm as he helped guide your movements, his own hips rising to meet you. The sound of his breath grew ragged, and you knew he was just as lost in the moment as you were. The pressure built again, a delicious ache that had your muscles clenching around him, urging him deeper, begging for release.

“I’m close,” you gasped, your voice a desperate whine.

“Shit. Me too, baby,” Rafe groaned, his eyes never leaving yours as he pumped his hips up to meet yours. The friction was unbearable, the tension coiling in your stomach, tightening until you thought you might shatter.

With a final, powerful thrust, you both reached the peak, your orgasms crashing over you in a tumultuous wave of pleasure. You cried out, your nails digging into his chest as your body tightened around him, the muscles of your pussy pulsing in a delicious rhythm that matched the pounding of your heart. Rafe’s eyes squeezed shut, his teeth gritted as he emptied himself inside you, his cock jerking with every drop of his release.

For a moment, you stayed there, suspended in time, your bodies locked together in a silent symphony of ecstasy. And then, as the world slowly began to come back into focus, you slumped against him, your head resting on his shoulder, your breaths coming in ragged gasps. His arms tightened around you, holding you close, as if afraid to let go.

“We don’t have to talk about this today,” Rafe murmured against your hair, his voice a soothing balm to the sudden tension that had coiled around your heart.

You nodded, your eyes still squeezed shut, trying to come back from the remnants of your climax. “Okay,” you managed to whisper, your voice shaky.

As your breathing began to even out, a laugh bubbled up from your chest, and you couldn’t hold it in. “What’s so funny?” Rafe asked, his voice still strained from his own release.

You leaned back slightly, looking into his eyes with a small smile playing on your lips. “I still ain’t done trimming your eyebrows though,” you teased, lightly brushing his brow.

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etheraltides · 5 months ago

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Tattoo artist!rafe x angel!reader who lets rafe do her secret tats, the ones that her parents have no clue about.

warnings: secret tattoos, suggestive so MDNI, he does end up touching and looking at your boobs LMFAO, nd this is for my girls with spaced out titties (me) ✊🏽

♫ dirty little secret, the all-american rejects

“Shit, is that who I think it is?” His voice causes you to look up, smiling at him with a little wave, standing up from the leather couch you were sat on, pocketing your phone and walking towards him.

“My favorite client.” He complimented, walking over to you and wrapping his arms around you with a grin on his face.

“Aww… you’re too sweet.”

“How are you? It’s been a little. Last I saw you was church.” He said with a chuckle, you shrugging.

“Same old. How about you?”

“It’s been… going. You know, can’t complain. But I was really glad when I saw you dm me.” He spoke, motioning for you to follow him back when he began to walk. He led you into a room, shutting the door behind him. You sat down, nerves shooting as he turned back to you.

“So, I got the reference all drawn out.” He spoke while grabbing the stencil, showing it to you. “What do you think?”

“It’s amazing! As always.”

He smiled, flattered. He began putting his gloves on, your heart thumping against your chest as you sat down. You were nervous for two reasons, one being that tattoos always made you nervous, rightfully so. Reason two, well, that was because Rafe, one of your best friends who you had a fat crush on, was about to see you completely topless. It’s not like he hasn’t before, last appointment being a pair of little angel wings on your back, leaving you in your bra.

But now, he was literally going to see you without a bra. Maybe you should have picked another artist.

But it was too late to turn back now, you realized after he turned back, cleaning supplies for your skin in hand, along with the stencil.

“Uhm- can you take off your shirt and bra f’me?” He nodded at you, your cheeks warming up at the words. “Here, I’ll-“ he murmured, turning around to give you some sort of privacy, his back facing you. You tugged off both garments of clothing, and swallowed the lump that formed in your throat when he turned to look back at you. You sat back down on the chair.

“You all good?” He asked you, trying his best to look at your face rather than your tits as he walked closer to the chair. He grabbed the cleaning supplies, cleaning near and on the area where you wanted it before drying your skin off.

“Mhm.” You nodded, watching as his eyes traveled down your body, a spark in his eyes, he moved his hands slowly, beginning to line the little bow stencil up. His hands grazed the skin of your breasts, causing your breath to hitch. You held them in your hands, shielding them from his eyes.

“Okay… you said right here, correct?” He spoke, glancing into your eyes as he placed the stencil where the valley of where your boobs were, trying his best to remain professional despite everything. God, he hoped you couldn’t see the way his cock started to stir in his pants.

You nodded at him, him poking his tongue out of his mouth as he put it against your skin, smoothing it against your body before peeling it back, the ink now on your skin.

He sighed out in relief, it was perfectly placed and he hadn’t given away that he was rock hard.

“You want a water?” He asked you, you nodding at him. “Alright. I’ll be back.” He spoke, you finally taking a breath when he walked out of the room.

Not only was it an almost seemingly very long appointment, he made it worse every time you felt his hands brush up on your body.

You tried your best to have casual conversation, but god, was he making it hard.

“Hey, did you ever tell your parents about this?” He asked you randomly, you looking at him with a furrowed eyebrow. “Just out of curiosity. I know how they are.”

“Definitely not. They would kill me. They already think that anyone else with tattoos is ‘sent by the devil.’”

He chuckled, “heard that one before.”

You found yourself staring at his pillowy lips when he spoke, or his hands when he traced over the stencil carefully.

And once it was done, he gave you a fucking discount.

“Wait, whys it cheaper?” You asked him, looking at him with confusion on your face.

“I told you, you’re my favorite client. Plus, I can’t say I disliked the view I got during it.” He was getting bolder, a smirk making its way onto his face.

Cheeky motherfucker.

You tilted your head to the side with a little pout on your lips. “Are you sure? I feel bad.”

“I’m sure, princess.” He chuckled. “Just come back, yeah? Needa see you more.”

“Well, actually… if you want, I’m having this party next weekend… you know,” you shrugged, casually leaning over the counter. “My parents are out of town for a while.” You told him, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips as he raised his eyebrows at the invitation.

“Yeah?” He hummed out.

“Mhm.” You nodded, “you should come!”

“Oh, I definitely will.”

You smiled at him, leaning further over the counter to kiss him on the cheek. “Thank you so much, Rafey!” You told him when you turned around to leave, waving bye to him.

“Anytime, angel!”

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Chef Kisses

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: a harmless attempt of cooking pizza with Rafe turns messy

Warning(s): light swearing and some mild suggestive content.

A/N: Feedback is always welcome :) I love to know your thoughts.

The late afternoon sun streamed through the kitchen window, casting golden streaks on the countertops as you moved about the space, the playlist humming softly in the background. Rafe leaned against the counter, his usual cocky smirk playing at his lips, casually tossing a piece of mozzarella into his mouth as he watched you.

“Are you even gonna help, or just eat all the toppings before they make it to the pizza?” you teased, glancing over your shoulder.

His blue eyes sparkled with mischief. “Hey, I’m quality control. Someone’s gotta make sure this cheese is safe.”

You rolled your eyes, tossing a ball of dough onto the counter in front of him. “Alright, Mr. Quality Control, make yourself useful and knead this.”

He smirked, leaning closer to you. “I don’t hear you complaining when I taste-test you.”

Your cheeks flushed, and you shoved him away with a laugh. “You’re the worst.”

“And yet, you’re obsessed with me.” he shot back, giving you a wink.

He sighed dramatically but stepped forward, cracking his knuckles like he was preparing for battle. You watched him as he rolled up the sleeves of his Henley, his tanned forearms flexing in a way that distracted you for longer than you’d admit.

He caught you staring and smirked. “Enjoying the view, babe?”

You scoffed, grabbing a handful of flour and flicking it at him. The powder dusted his shirt, and he froze, his expression shifting to playful menace.

“Oh, you’re gonna regret that…” he warned, swiping flour off his chest before lunging toward you.

You squealed, ducking away, but Rafe was too fast. His arms wrapped around your waist, spinning you as he grabbed a handful of flour and smeared it across your cheek. The two of you dissolved into laughter, your attempts to wrestle free only making the mess worse.

“Okay, okay! Truce!” you gasped between giggles, wiping your face with the back of your hand.

Rafe held up his hands, flour-covered palms raised in surrender. “Alright, truce.” But just as you started to relax, he slapped your ass with one of those same floury hands.

“Rafe!” you yelped, turning to glare at him.

His grin was utterly unapologetic. “Couldn’t resist, doll.” he said with a wink.

You tried to look annoyed, but the way he was grinning at you made it impossible. Instead, you grabbed his face, dragging him into a kiss.

It started slow, your lips moving softly against his as the world around you faded away. But then Rafe’s hands slid to your hips, pulling you closer, and the kiss deepened. His lips were warm and insistent, his breath mingling with yours as your fingers tangled in his hair.

When you finally pulled back, your chest was heaving, and Rafe was looking at you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.

When you finally pulled back, your chest was heaving, and Rafe was looking at you like you were the only thing that mattered and it never faltered to make you blush.

“Damn.” he murmured, his voice low and rough.

You bit your lip, trying to ignore the heat pooling in your stomach. “We still have a pizza to make,” you said, stepping back and turning your attention to the dough.

Rafe groaned dramatically but moved to the counter, grabbing the ball of dough you’d prepared earlier. “Fine, but you owe me later.” he said, his tone dripping with implication.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips.

The two of you eventually managed to focus – sort of. You worked on rolling out the dough while Rafe prepped the toppings, sneaking bites of pepperoni when he thought you weren’t looking.

“You’re like a child.” you muttered, shaking your head but smiling.

Rafe leaned down next to you, his face far too close for concentration. “A child who can kiss like that? Don’t think so.”

You laughed softly, shaking your head as you tried to spread sauce across the dough. “Just try not to eat everything before we even get this in the oven.”

The moment was light and warm, and the two of you fell into an easy rhythm of teasing and working. It was one of the things you loved about being with Rafe – how he could make even the simplest, most mundane activities feel fun and alive.

You were just finishing arranging the toppings when you realized you were missing the grated Parmesan since Rafe had managed to eat most of it before you could stop him.

“Can you grab the Parmesan from the cabinet?” you asked, gesturing toward the upper shelf.

Rafe arched an eyebrow, glancing up at the tall cabinet. “The one that’s way too high for you?”

“Yes, thank you for pointing out my limited reach. Now be a good boyfriend and grab it.” you shot back, trying to sound annoyed but failing miserably because of his grin.

Rafe walked over, making a show of stretching lazily before reaching up to open the cabinet. His shirt rode up with the motion, exposing a sliver of his toned stomach and the waistband of his underwear.

Red.

Your eyes locked onto the flash of crimson, your breath catching in your throat as an unexpected wave of heat coursed through you. The way the waistband dipped slightly, hinting at the definition of his hips… it was unfair how attractive he was without even trying.

“Find something you like?” Rafe’s voice snapped you out of your trance.

Your cheeks flamed as you realized you’d been caught staring. He smirked, holding the Parmesan in one hand while resting his other casually on the edge of the cabinet.

“You’re such a tease, little shit.” you muttered, snatching the cheese out of his hand and turning away.

“Me?” Rafe said, feigning innocence. He moved closer, his chest brushing against your back. “You’re the one checking me out like I’m dessert.”

You tried to focus on sprinkling the Parmesan, but Rafe’s hands settled on your hips, his fingers brushing just below the hem of your shirt.

“Rafe…” you said, your voice a little breathier than you intended. You couldn’t exactly tell if it was a warning or a plea.

“Hmm?” His lips brushed against your ear, and you felt him grin against your skin.

You turned to face him, intending to tell him to knock it off, but the words died on your lips when you met his gaze. His blue eyes were dark with something that sent shivers down your spine, and suddenly, the kitchen felt a lot smaller.

Your cheeks burned, and you snatched the cheese from him, spinning away. “You’re insufferable.” you muttered, trying to focus on the task at hand.

Rafe didn’t back off. Instead, he stepped closer, his chest brushing against your back as his hands settled on your hips.

“Am I?” he murmured, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

You swallowed hard, your resolve wavering as his fingers traced lazy patterns on your sides. “We need to finish the pizza, baby.” you said, though your voice was shaky.

“Hmm. The pizza can wait” Rafe replied, turning you to face him. His blue eyes were dark, his gaze locked onto yours as he leaned in.

The kiss was slow at first, a teasing exploration that left you breathless. But then Rafe’s hands slid under your shirt, his palms warm against your skin, and the kiss deepened.

“Rafe.” you breathed, your fingers tangling in his hair.

“Hmm?” he hummed, his lips trailing down your jaw to your neck.

You couldn’t think of a coherent response, too caught up in the way he was making you feel. His teeth grazed your skin, and you gasped, your hands tightening in his hair.

His grip on your hips was firm, pulling you closer as he pressed you against the counter. You could feel the heat radiating off him, the tension building between you like a live wire.

But just as things were about to spiral out of control, the smell of something burning broke through the haze.

“The pizza!” you exclaimed, shoving him away and rushing to the oven.

Rafe groaned, running a hand through his hair. “You’re kidding me.” he muttered.

You pulled the pizza out, laughing at the slightly charred edges. “This is what happens when you distract me.”

“Me? You’re the one who—”

“You’re not winning this argument.” you interrupted, cutting him off as you grabbed plates.

He grumbled something under his breath but didn’t argue further, taking a seat at the counter as you served up the pizza.

Despite the burnt edges, the pizza tasted surprisingly good. The two of you ate in companionable silence, stealing bites from each other’s plates and laughing about the chaos of the afternoon.

As you finished the last slice, Rafe leaned over, wiping a smudge of sauce off your cheek with his thumb.

“You’re hot when you’re bossy, y’know?” he said, his voice soft.

“And you’re cute when you’re not ruining my kitchen.” you shot back, though your tone was more fond than annoyed.

Rafe smirked, leaning closer. “I’ll ruin your kitchen anytime, babe” he murmured, his lips brushing against yours. There was a small smirk in the corner of his lips that told you he wasn’t exactly talking about the kitchen.

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips as he pulled you into another kiss, the taste of marinara and mischief lingering between you.

And in that moment, you wouldn’t have had it any other way. You knew you wanted many more nights like this, with him.

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etheraltides · 5 months ago

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I’ve some work drama that is almost identical to the shit between Madison, Rudy and Elaine… and let me tell you, Madison is way more patient than me

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Part two is on the making, babies!

Thank you so much for all the love and feedback on this one <3

Tide of Temptation

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x married!Reader

Summary: What begins as a weekend of opulence aboard a luxury yacht turns into a dangerous game of forbidden attraction when Rafe Cameron, your husband’s best friend, decides he wants you.

Warning(s): SMUT – pinv, oral sex, dirty talk, degrading kink, sex tape without consent. Jealousy, infidelity, drug and alcohol use, humiliation (from her husband part), toxic/manipulative behavior. +18 only. mdni!

A/N: I want to write two more parts so let me know if you wish to be added in the taglist

The summer sun shimmered on the Atlantic, casting diamonds over the endless expanse of water. The Elysium — a name far too poetic for the vulgar display of wealth it represented — cut through the waves with practiced ease. All around was excess: champagne on ice, bronzed bodies lounging on plush daybeds, and music thrumming softly, a seductive bassline that vibrated against your chest.

You leaned against the rail, the ocean breeze playing with the loose strands of your hair. It was a fleeting escape from the suffocating company inside the yacht — a blur of intoxicated laughter, clinking glasses, and the hollow pleasantries of people who thrived on spectacle. Behind you, your husband, Nathan, was in his element, regaling a small crowd with exaggerated stories about his latest business venture. His voice, a practiced drawl, carried over the hum of conversation.

You were nothing more than the glittering prize at his side, a role you’d grown used to. Married at 24 to one of the wealthiest men in the Outer Banks, you’d signed up for a life of luxury — but it often felt like the price was your individuality. Nathan adored showing you off: the perfect smile, the designer dress clinging to your curves, the effortless charm you wielded like armor. But when the party ended and the audience dispersed, so did his attention and you were left to deal with the aftermath of a man with too many drinks and lines of white powder.

It didn’t matter. You had perfected the art of being seen and not heard. Until recently, anyway.

Rafe Cameron was a complication.

From the moment you’d boarded the yacht, his eyes had been on you, a palpable weight you could feel even when your back was turned. He was Nathan’s best friend — a dangerous cocktail of charisma and cruelty, all sharp edges wrapped in smooth confidence. And yet, he was magnetic.

Nathan had once described Rafe as “trouble in a designer suit.” and now, as you glanced over your shoulder to find him lounging in the corner with a whiskey in hand, the words felt like an understatement. His blond hair was perfectly tousled, his sculpted jaw shadowed with just enough scruff to make him look effortlessly rebellious. He was staring at you now, unapologetic, his lips quirking into a smirk when your eyes met.

You turned away quickly, heat creeping up your neck.

The yacht swayed gently, and you steadied yourself against the rail. A voice, low and velvety, cut through the sound of the waves.

“Careful. Wouldn’t want you falling overboard.”

You didn’t have to turn to know who it was.

Rafe.

He was closer than you expected, leaning against the rail beside you, the scent of his cologne mingling with the salty breeze. His voice was like a slow drag of smoke, leaving a lingering burn.

“I’m fine. Don’t worry.” you replied, your tone brisk, though your pulse quickened.

His gaze swept over you, deliberate and slow, settling on the pink bikini you wore beneath a sheer cover-up. “Fine is an understatement.” he murmured with a smirk, bringing the glass of whiskey to his lips.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “Smooth.”

Rafe chuckled, a deep, rich sound that sent a shiver down your spine. “I call it like I see it, doll.”

From the corner of your eye, you caught him biting his lower lip, his blue eyes practically devouring you. There was something predatory in the way he looked at you, and instead of feeling repelled, you felt… alive. It was a dangerous thrill, one you couldn’t quite shake.

Of course you were used at men looking at you as if you were nothing more than breasts and ass. Nathan was all about it but there was something different in the way Rafe’s gaze unraveled you – something that wasn’t entirely selfish.

Inside, Nathan’s voice carried through the open doors as he delivered yet another boastful anecdote, oblivious to the two of you.

“Shouldn’t you be in there?” you asked, your voice tinged with mockery. “The golden boy, laughing at your best friend tales?”

Rafe’s smile widened, a flash of white teeth that was both charming and menacing. “I’m more interested in what’s out here.” His gaze lingered, unapologetic. “Or who.”

Your laugh was low, edged with disbelief. “You really don’t know when to stop, do you?”

“Not when I see something I want,” he replied, his voice dropping an octave.

The words hung between you, heavy and electric.

You wanted to walk away, to laugh it off, to brush him aside like every other man who thought a pretty face entitled him to your attention. But Rafe wasn’t just any man. He had a way of getting under your skin, of making you feel seen in a way Nathan never did.

And maybe that’s why you stayed.

“Do you always go after what you want, no matter the cost?” you asked, tilting your head.

He stepped closer, the heat of his body brushing against yours. “Only when it’s worth it.”

The space between you was charged, the distant chatter and music fading into the background. His fingers brushed against yours, a fleeting touch that sent a jolt through your body. You didn’t pull away.

“Rafe…” Your voice was a warning, though it lacked conviction.

“You’re wasted on him, you know that?” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. His fingers traced the edge of your cover-up, skimming the bare skin of your arm. “He doesn’t see you. Not really.”

You swallowed hard, your heart pounding against your ribs.

“And you do?” you challenged, your voice steady despite the turmoil inside you.

There was no way Rafe Cameron had catch on on what was happening to your relationship.

Rafe’s gaze locked onto yours, his blue eyes dark with intent. “I see everything, princess.”

The air felt thick, the space between you shrinking as his hand came to rest on the rail beside yours. Your breath hitched as he leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear.

“Tell me to stop.” he murmured.

The charged moment was interrupted by the sudden sharpness of Nathan’s voice, cutting through the tension like a bucket of cold water before you could even say something.

“Hey!” he called from inside, his tone loud and commanding. “What’re you two doing out there? Get in here!”

You flinched at the sound, instinctively stepping back from Rafe. The distance didn’t stop the heat coursing through your veins, but it was a necessary barrier, one that allowed you to regain your composure. Rafe, however, didn’t move. His smirk remained intact, amused and unbothered.

“He sounds impatient.” Rafe said, his voice laced with a teasing edge, pure mockery.

Without another word, you turned and headed toward the open doors, desperate for a reprieve from Rafe’s gravitational pull. He followed closely behind, the low thrum of his footsteps reminding you that his presence wasn’t easily shaken.

The yacht’s main lounge was awash in golden light, the decadent decor reflecting Nathan’s insatiable need for extravagance. He was sprawled on one of the oversized couches, a group of partygoers surrounding him like moths to a flame.

When his eyes landed on you, he beckoned you over with a crooked finger, a devilish grin spreading across his face. “Come here, babe,” he drawled.

You obeyed, as always, crossing the room with the practiced elegance of someone accustomed to being watched. The second you were close enough, Nathan grabbed your hand and pulled you onto his lap, his grip firm but careless, like you were just another one of his possessions.

The room felt heavy, the air thick with a mixture of cologne, champagne, and indulgence. You stayed perched on Nathan’s lap, trying to ignore the way his hand wandered absently over your thigh, his thumb tracing lazy circles that were more for show than affection. His laugh echoed through the lounge, loud and exaggerated as he took another sip of his drink.

“You’re being awfully quiet, babe,” Nathan said, his voice laced with feigned concern. His hand slid lower, fingers brushing the curve of your ass. You tensed, shooting him a sharp look, but he either didn’t notice or didn’t care.

“I’m fine.” you said curtly, reaching for the champagne flute on the table in front of you as you lied again. The two meaningless words already automatic.

“Fine isn’t good enough.” Nathan said, his grin widening. He leaned over, plucking the champagne from your hand and setting it aside. “Come on, loosen up a little.”

From the corner of your eye, you saw him reaching for the tray again, his movements fluid despite the alcohol coursing through his veins. He picked up the credit card, carving out another line of coke with the ease of a man who’d done it far too many times.

“Here,” Nathan said, his voice taking on a coaxing tone as he dipped his head closer to yours. “Have some fun with me.”

You pulled back slightly, shaking your head. “I told you before, Nathan. I don’t want to.”

His grin faltered, annoyance flashing in his eyes. “Oh, come on. Don’t be such a buzzkill.”

“I said no.” you repeated firmly, crossing your arms. You’ve had enough of snorting lines because he had put you under pressure, to feel like you belonged in this crowd.

Nathan let out an exaggerated groan, tossing the card onto the table. “Fine. Be boring, then.”

He leaned back, his hand slipping further down, squeezing your ass with a possessiveness that made you grit your teeth. “Rafe!” Nathan called suddenly, his tone shifting from irritation to mock camaraderie.

Rafe, who had been standing near the bar, raised a brow in silent acknowledgment.

“Don’t just stand there looking pretty.” Nathan said, smirking as he gestured to the tray. “You want in on this? It’s the best shit I’ve had in months.”

Rafe’s expression didn’t change, though something flickered in his eyes — something cold and distant. He shook his head, his voice steady as he replied, “I’m good. Been away from that for a while now.”

You couldn’t help the frown in your brows as you looked at him. You couldn’t even count in both hands how many times you had seen Nathan, Rafe and Topper sneaking away to do that shit. That was… new.

Nathan chuckled, leaning his head back against the couch. “Oh, right. Mr. Reformed. Forgot about that.” He waved him off with a dismissive laugh. “Whatever. But do me a favor, would you?”

Rafe tilted his head, waiting.

Nathan’s hand slipped from your waist, gesturing lazily toward you. “Go dance with her or something. She’ll just sit here whining if I don’t entertain her, and honestly…” He turned to you with a grin that didn’t reach his eyes. “You’re killing my vibe, babe.”

Your stomach churned, humiliation bubbling beneath the surface, but before you could respond, Nathan gave you a light slap on the ass, his grin widening.

“Go shake that body for me, baby.” he said, his tone dripping with mock affection.

Rafe’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly, his eyes darkening as they flicked between you and Nathan.

You stood quickly, needing to escape the suffocating weight of Nathan’s presence, your cheeks burning as you avoided meeting anyone’s gaze.

Rafe stepped forward, offering his hand with a calm ease that belied the tension crackling in the air. “Come on” he said, his voice low but firm. “Let’s go.”

You hesitated for only a moment before taking his hand – but the decision wasn’t a hard one: dealing with a bunch of coke heads ogling Nathan or ignore your body thrumming got Rafe while being close to him – allowing him to lead you toward the makeshift dance floor where a crowd of people swayed and writhed to the heavy pulse of electronic music.

The bass reverberated through your chest as Rafe pulled you into the center of the chaos. His hands found your waist, his touch firm but not overbearing, guiding you into the rhythm of the music. The others around you moved with reckless abandon, their bodies lost in the beat, but all you could focus on was Rafe.

His eyes locked onto yours, intense and unreadable, as the two of you fell into sync. The proximity was intoxicating, his body brushing against yours with every beat of the music.

You swayed against him, your movements fluid and confident, the tension from before melting into something more carefree, something electric. Rafe’s grip on your waist tightened as you arched into him, the thin barrier of fabric between your bodies doing nothing to dull the heat.

The crowd pressed in around you, the energy of the room frenzied, but it only heightened the intimacy of the moment. Rafe’s hands slid lower, his fingers brushing the curve of your hips, his touch deliberate and tantalizing.

Your breathing quickened as he leaned down, his lips grazing your ear. “You’re full of surprises, princess” he murmured, his voice thick with something that made your knees weak – he was sure you would pull away as soon as his hands touched you but he was so glad you didn’t

The world around you blurred, the pounding music and flashing lights fading into the background. All that mattered was the way his body moved against yours, the way his hands gripped you like he couldn’t bear to let go. How someone was finally giving you some real attention.

You tilted your head back, your gaze meeting his, and in that moment, the unspoken desire between you was undeniable.

It was reckless. It was dangerous.

And it was exactly what you wanted. What you needed.

His grip tightened slightly, pulling you closer until there wasn’t even an inch between your bodies. His breath ghosted over your ear, and the heat of it sent a shiver down your spine.

“You deserve better than him, you know” Rafe murmured in your ear, his voice barely audible over the music.

You froze for a second, your body stilling against his. “What?”

You weren’t sure if you had heard him right or your mind was projecting the worlds you so desperately wanted to hear. Nathan had provided you everything money could buy and you didn’t want to be ungrateful – the relationship was nice in the beginning. He used to give you attention, spoil you rotten until he didn’t. You’d spend hours alone at home, only seeing him at night and then be neglected in bed. Everything became about him. Your clothes, your companies, trips and parties, even the sex.

Rafe leaned down further, his lips so close to your ear that his words felt like a caress. “Nathan. The way he treats you — like you’re some kind of trophy instead of a real woman.”

You pulled back slightly, turning your head to meet his gaze. His blue eyes were piercing, filled with something dark and insistent.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” you said, though the tremor in your voice betrayed you. The last thing you wanted was to have people gossiping about it and you weren’t so certain if Rafe wasn’t going to ditch you to Nathan, saying his so perfect wife was going behind his back to complain about him to his so called friends.

Rafe’s smirk was faint, tinged with something sharper. “Don’t I? I’ve watched him, princess. The way he ignores you, shows you off like you’re a prize he won at a carnival. The way he treats you like arm candy instead of a woman.” He paused, his gaze flickering down to your lips before returning to your eyes. “And don’t even get me started on what I heard last night.”

Your stomach dropped, a fresh wave of humiliation washing over you. “What are you talking about?” you asked, though part of you already knew.

Rafe’s smirk widened, but there was no humor in it. “The way you faked it, moaning his name like it meant something. You’re a good actress, I’ll give you that. But you can’t fool me.”

Your cheeks burned with equal parts shame and anger. “You don’t know anything about me, about us.” you snapped, your voice shaking slightly as you could feel the tears prickling in your eyes. Couldn’t you have a single moment of peace?

He didn’t flinch, didn’t pull back. Instead, he moved even closer, his hand sliding from your waist to the small of your back, holding you firmly against him before you had the chance to walk away.

“I know enough.” Rafe said, his voice low and laced with conviction. “I know you haven’t felt wanted in a long time. Haven’t felt seen in a long time. It’s written all over your face, doll.” His fingers trailed up your spine, the touch sending a jolt through your body. “And I know I could change that.”

Your breath hitched, your mind screaming at you to push him away, but your body refused to obey. You were so fucking touch starved that it was infuriating to yourself.

“Rafe…” You tried to warn him, but your voice came out weak, shaky. Pleading for him to be the one to walk away, to respect you and his best friend.

His lips brushed against your ear again, his voice dropping to a seductive murmur. “I’d make you scream my name all night, princess. You wouldn’t have to fake a damn thing.”

Your pulse thundered in your ears as his words sank in, their meaning hitting you with the force of a tidal wave.

“I’d show you what it’s like to be with a real man.” Rafe continued, his hand drifting to your waist again, his thumb tracing slow, deliberate circles against your skin. “Someone who doesn’t just want to show you off, but actually wants you. All of you.”

The heat between you was unbearable, the air thick with unspoken tension. Your heart raced as you searched his eyes, desperate for something to anchor yourself, but all you found was his unwavering intensity.

“This is wrong.” you whispered more to yourself, though the words felt hollow.

Rafe’s smirk twisted into something darker, more intimate. “What’s wrong is the way he treats you like you don’t matter.” He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the corner of your jaw. “Let me show you what it’s supposed to feel like. Let me show you what you deserve.”

You closed your eyes, torn between the voice in your head screaming at you to stop and the magnetic pull of the man in front of you.

Many things were already wrong in your relationship, right? Adding something else wouldn’t be the end of the world, would it?

“I could ruin you, princess,” Rafe murmured, his lips grazing the skin of your ear. “But I promise you’d love every second of it.”

The world around you faded away, the pounding music and flashing lights melting into the background. All that mattered was the way Rafe’s hands gripped you, the way his voice wrapped around you like a siren’s call.

Your chest tightened, the air between you crackling with tension. “Shouldn’t you be with Nathan?” you asked, deflecting. Your heart beating so fast that you were sure everyone around you could hear it. “He’s your best friend, isn’t he?”

Rafe shrugged, his smirk deepening. “Nathan’s busy impressing people who don’t matter. You, on the other hand…” He let the words hang, his gaze dipping briefly to the curve of your throat before meeting your eyes again. “Plus he did told me to keep his girl entertained, didn’t he?”

“I’m not interested in whatever game you’re playing.” you said, though the words felt hollow, as if you were trying to convince yourself.

Rafe chuckled, the sound rich and infuriating. “It’s not a game, princess. Not with you.”

You turned away, needing space, needing air. But when you felt his hand on your wrist, gentle but firm, your pulse skipped.

“Come with me.” he said, his voice softer now, almost coaxing.

You frowned, trying to pull free, but his grip held steady. “Rafe—”

“Relax.” he interrupted, his thumb brushing over your wrist. “Just for a drink. Somewhere quieter.”

Your eyes searched his, looking a trap. But there was something disarming about the way he looked at you, something that made your resistance falter.

“One drink.” you said, more to yourself than to him.

His smirk returned, satisfied but not smug. “That’s all I need.”

The suite Rafe was staying was nothing short of extravagant, a private sanctuary draped in rich leather and polished wood. The lights were dim, the air perfumed with the faint scent of his cologne. It was intimate, almost too intimate, but you forced yourself to keep your guard up.

He poured you a drink from the sleek bar in the corner, handing it to you before settling into one of the armchairs. Nathan made sure to stock everything with top shelf drinks.

“See? No tricks” he said, spreading his arms as if to prove his innocence.

You leaned against the edge of the bar, the cool glass of your drink pressing against your palm. “You could’ve just left me alone, you know.”

Rafe chuckled, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. “Could’ve” he agreed. “But where’s the fun in that?”

The silence that followed was heavy, charged with everything unsaid. You took a sip of your drink, the burn of the liquor grounding you, but it wasn’t enough to quiet the heat coiling in your stomach under his gaze.

“You think you have me all figured out, don’t you?” you asked, breaking the silence.

Rafe’s smile softened, but his eyes remained sharp, piercing. “I think you’re not nearly as happy as you pretend to be.”

Your fingers tightened around the glass, his words striking a nerve. “You don’t know anything about me.”

“C’mon. I’ve known you for years now, doll.” he said, setting his glass down and standing. The way he moved towards you was unhurried, predatory. “I know the way you look at me when you think no one’s watching. The way you bite your lip when you’re trying to stay in control to don’t scream at him in front of everybody.” He stopped just in front of you, his voice dropping to a whisper. “And I know you felt something earlier. Something you haven’t felt in a long time.”

Your breath hitched as his hand came up, his fingers brushing against the bare skin of your arm.

“Stop” you said, though it sounded too weak to be a command.

His hand lingered, his thumb tracing a lazy circle on your skin. “Do you really want me to?”

The weight of his presence was suffocating, intoxicating. The logical part of you screamed to leave, to push him away, but the rest of you… the rest of you burned.

And then his lips were on yours.

The kiss was a tidal wave, sweeping you under and leaving you breathless. His hands found your waist, pulling you flush against him as his mouth moved against yours with a hunger that left no room for doubt.

You didn’t resist. You couldn’t.

As your glass slipped from your fingers, shattering unnoticed on the floor, you surrendered to the pull of him, to the heat and chaos and everything he made you feel. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

For once, you didn’t care about the consequences.

His voice dipped into a gravelly whisper, thick with want, against your lips. “That tiny pink bikini is struggling to do its job, sweetheart,” he murmured, his thumb brushing the waistband with agonizing slowness.

The heat of his gaze lingered on every curve, his touch teetering on the edge of possession. “Do you know what you’re doing to me?” His thumb slipped lower, a deliberate tease that made your pulse thunder in your ears.

With each second that ticked by, the pressure between your thighs grew more insistent, your body responding to his words, his touch, his very presence as you couldn’t help but ground against his as his tongue explored your mouth.

“You’re so fucking hot.” Rafe growled, his breath a searing rush against the shell of your ear. His voice was rough, like a match striking, igniting a fire deep in your chest. “Dressed up all pretty for him, and he doesn’t even care to look.” His hands gripped your waist tighter, his fingers pressing into your skin like a silent claim – just shy of leaving bruises. “But I see you,” he rasped, his lips brushing your jaw. “Every inch of you is mine to see, mine to touch now. Isn’t it?”

He stepped back, his eyes raking over your body in a way that made you feel both exposed and desired. "Take it off.” he demanded, his voice a low growl. "Let me see what's mine."

The music from the party was a distant murmur, a muffled backdrop to the drumming of your racing heart and his harsh breaths. You took a deep breath, the boldness coursing through your veins like a drug, and slowly, deliberately, you untied the strings of your bikini top.

Your eyes never left Rafe’s as you let it fall to the floor, revealing your full breasts to his ravenous gaze. His pupils dilated, his jaw tightening as he took in the sight of you – his eyes tracing every curve, every inch of your exposed skin in a way that awakened goosebumps all over your body.

You stepped closer, the music a muffled heartbeat echoing through the cabin. His gaze didn’t waver, didn’t miss a single detail as you slid your thumbs into the waistband of your bikini bottoms, hooking the material and sliding it down your legs with a seductive grace that seemed to defy the tremble in your knees.

You’ve been feeding on crumbles of attention for the last year and now that you have a decent portion, you’d make sure to enjoy every second of it.

The fabric whispered against your skin as it fell away, pooling at your feet, leaving you completely bare before him. You felt his eyes devour you, feasting on the sight of your nakedness like a man who hadn’t eaten in days.

With a smirk that was all challenge and no apology, you bent over, giving him an eyeful of your ass, and scooped up the bikini bottoms. You threw them at him, watching as they slapped against his chest and fell to his lap.

If that wasn’t basically the only thing you had to wear, Rafe’d have stuffed it in his pocket to never retrieve to you.

Rafe’s eyes followed the path of the fabric before snapping back to yours, his gaze burning with a fierce desire that made your stomach flip. "Look at you…” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down your spine.

"So fucking perfect." His eyes dropped to your center, where your folds glistened with your arousal already. "And that tight, wet little cunt of yours... it's begging for me."

You felt your face flush at his words, but instead of shrinking away, you found yourself pushing back against his hand right below the curve of your breast, craving more. "Prove it," you challenged, your voice a sultry whisper.

Rafe's smirk grew into a full-blown grin, a wicked glint in his eyes. "Oh, I will, baby. You have no idea."

He stepped back, unbuckling his pants with swift, sure movements. The sound of his zipper echoed through the cabin, a seductive promise of what was to come. His hands slid into his briefs, gripping his hard cock, and you watched with rapt attention as he pulled it out – long, thick, and heavy with desire.

"Now, doll." Rafe said, his voice a gravelly command that made your knees wobble. "Get down there and show me what that pretty little mouth can do and if you’re a good girl, we can talk about a reward, huh.”

You dropped to your knees before him, his cock standing tall and proud, demanding your attention. He stroked it slowly, watching you with hooded eyes as you leaned in, your breath hot against the velvety skin. Your mouth watering at the sight.

He watches you, eyes blazing with lust, as you tease the tip with your tongue, right before taking him fully into your warm mouth.

"Shit. That's it.” Rafe groaned, his voice a low, guttural sound that seemed to vibrate through the very air of the room. "Suck it like you mean it. You know you want it. You know you've been craving a real cock.”

His words were like a spell, compelling you to obey as you took more of him into your mouth, your tongue swirling and teasing the head of his cock, feeling it pulse and throb against your tongue.

"So eager.” Rafe murmured, his hand threading through your hair, guiding you to take him deeper. "Such a good little slut for me. You've been waiting for this, haven't you?" His voice was a purr, stroking your ego while simultaneously reducing you to the most basic of urges – his to claim, his to use.

He palms the back of your head, guiding you in a rhythm that matches his thrusts, your cheeks hollowing as you eagerly sucks him like he's the only man who's ever mattered.

Rafe’s grip on your hair tightens, his hips flexing as he begins to fuck your mouth in earnest. You moan around his cock, the vibration sending shockwaves through his shaft, making him groan with pleasure. His eyes are squeezed shut, his face a mask of pure ecstasy as you devour him, eager to taste his desire.

But he’s not content with just that. He’s not a man who does anything halfway. He pulls back, leaving you gasping for air, your mouth slick with saliva and want. "On the bed.” he orders, his voice thick with need.

As much was he wanted to keep watching you as you greedily took his cock, he wanted even more to taste your sweet cunt, to feel how you wrapped around his cock – he could still remember how Nathan often bragged about you around the boys. The best pussy he ever had. Worth every penny of the money he spent on you.

You scurry to the plush king-sized bed, the silky sheets cool against your overheated skin. He follows you, his eyes never leaving your body. You lie down, your legs spreading for him without a second thought.

Rafe climbs onto the bed, his weight shifting the mattress beneath you. He settles between your legs, his gaze locked on your slick entrance. "You're so wet for me.” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "Has he ever made you this wet?"

You shake your head. "Never." The admission felt like a secret whispered in the dark, and the truth of it hangs heavy in the air.

Rafe’s smirk turns into a wicked grin, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Maybe I should invite him to see how a real man fucks." He leans down, his mouth hovering over your sex, his breath hot against your sensitive flesh. "What do you think, baby? Would you like an audience?"

The thought of your husband watching sends a thrill through you, a delicious mix of fear and excitement. "Rafe, no.” you breathe, though your hips arch upwards, silently begging for his touch.

He chuckles darkly, his eyes never leaving yours. "Oh, you'd love it, huh?" he says, his voice dripping with confidence. "You'd love watching him realize what he's been missing all this time. Watching him see how much better I make you feel."

You bite your lip, the thought of it making your stomach flip. But before you can respond, Rafe's mouth is on you – his tongue sliding through your folds with a hunger that steals your breath away. He tastes you, devouring you like a starving man, and you can't help but moan his name, your body responding to his touch.

As his tongue flicks against your clit, Rafe feels the vibration of his phone in his pocket, and suddenly, his eyes are on yours, a glint of mischief shining through the desire. Without a word, he pulls out the device and presses record, the screen capturing the blissful expression on your face, the way your body arches towards him, begging for more. You're too lost in the sensation to even notice – his touch so masterful, so intoxicating, that everything else fades away.

You couldn’t help the way your hips lifted from the bed, grinding against his face as if it was the first time you had been eaten. Your skin was on fire, your veins charged with electricity.

Rafe groaned dirty secrets on your ear about how he'll make you scream his name louder than any man has ever made you, while his hips piston into you with an intensity that leaves you trembling and oblivious to the video evidence he's meticulously capturing of their illicit encounter – his phone discreetly positioned against a jar of flowers on the bedside table.

Your eyes roll back as he hits that sweet spot, his cock swelling with each punishing thrust. The sound of your moans fill the cabin, growing louder with every passing second. He's so rough, so primal, so everything you didn’t know you needed until this very moment.

“Fuck, Rafe, yes, yes, yes!” you scream, your voice hoarse from the endless moaning. The bed creaks beneath you, his hands like vice on your waist, keeping you in place to take each powerful drive into your wet, welcoming heat.

Rafe’s eyes glint with triumph as he watches you come apart, his cock relentlessly claiming what he’s decided is rightfully his. He pulls back, his dampened chest rising and falling rapidly, the muscles of his abdomen flexing with every movement.

He whispers into her ear. "You love that I'm fucking you better than he ever could.”

Your nails dig into his back as he whispers those wicked words, a confession that resonates deep within your soul. You love the way he makes you feel, the way he touches you, the way he fills you up so completely that you forget everything else. You can't help but nod, your body trembling as his cock hits that perfect spot again and again.

"That's it.” he murmurs, his voice a dark caress that sends shivers down your spine. "Admit it, baby. You've never felt like this before. You've never come this hard for him." His strokes grow stronger, more demanding, and you know he's right. You've never been taken like this, never been owned like this.

With a final, powerful thrust, Rafe brings you to the edge of oblivion. Your eyes fly open, locking with his, and you see the triumph in their depths – the knowledge that he’s the one giving you what you crave. "Cum for me, doll.” he growls, his voice a command that you obey without thought. "Cum all over my cock, baby. Show me how much you love it."

Shit, you were sure that if the music wasn’t blasting on the deck, Nathan’d have thrown both of you in the ocean.

Your orgasm crashes through you like a tidal wave, stealing your breath, making your body bow off the bed. You scream his name, the sound echoing through the cabin, as your pussy clamps down on his cock, pulsing and tightening around him. Rafe’s own release is swift, his hips jerking as he buries himself deep inside you, filling you with his hot, thick cum.

As your climax subsides, his strokes slow, his cock still lodged deep within you – as if he didn’t want to leave the new discovered paradise of your walls. He whispers sweet nothings in your ear, his voice a mix of satisfaction and a hint of something that makes your pulse quicken. "You're mine now.” he says, his voice a gentle rumble.

Panic sets in as reality crashes over you like a cold shower. Feeling some of his release dripping down you. The thought sends a jolt through your body, making you tense around him. Your eyes fly open, meeting his, which are still so dark that you can barely see the blue in them. "Oh my god, Rafe!” you gasp, pushing at his shoulders. "What the fuck?"

Rafe's grin turns wolfish, his eyes gleaming with a dark satisfaction. "Relax, doll." he murmurs, planting a gentle kiss on your neck. "It's just a little fun." But his words do nothing to soothe the anxiety coiling in your stomach.

You push him away, the stickiness between your legs making you feel both wanton and cheap. "This isn't fun, Rafe" you say, your voice trembling. "What if I…?"

Rafe's smirk fades, his eyes narrowing slightly as he looks down at you. "You're on the pill, aren't you?" he asks, his tone casual, as if discussing the weather.

You nod, feeling your heart rate slow slightly. "But...what if..."

Rafe cuts off your protests with a shake of his head, his hand moving to cup your cheek, his thumb wiping away one of the tears – the result of how good he had taken you. "Shh, baby," he says, his voice soothing, his gaze intense. "Don't worry. Nothing’s gonna happen, alright?”

The dim light in Rafe’s suite flickered softly, casting a golden glow over the disheveled scene. You ran trembling fingers through your hair, still catching your breath as you steadied yourself against the edge of the bar. The aftermath of what had just happened swirled between you like a charged storm cloud, heavy and impossible to ignore.

Rafe stood by the door, his shirt untucked and his expression maddeningly calm. He adjusted the cuffs of his sleeves with deliberate care, a smug satisfaction written all over his face. His eyes flicked to you as you straightened your bikini top, trying to fix the evidence of his hands, his lips, his teeth, before you both returned to the upper level.

“You good, princess?” he asked, his voice low and teasing.

You shot him a sharp look, ignoring the heat still simmering beneath your skin. “If you say a single word to Nathan…”

His smirk widened, his gaze drifting unapologetically down your body. “Then I’d have to kill him.”

Rolling your eyes, you turned toward the small mirror on the wall, smoothing your hair and adjusting the sheer cover-up that now felt even more like a useless attempt at modesty. “We shouldn’t have done this.” you muttered, though your voice lacked conviction.

Rafe stepped closer, his presence overwhelming as he loomed behind you. His reflection in the mirror met yours, his lips curling into a smile that was equal parts wicked and triumphant. “No, we shouldn’t.” he admitted, his hands fixing the back of your bikini bottom before gave your ass a sharp slap. “But you’ll think about it every time he touches you.”

Your stomach twisted, shame and desire warring within you as Rafe moved to the door, holding it open for you. “Come on” he said, his tone light but commanding. “Wouldn’t want Nathan getting suspicious, would we?”

You didn’t reply, brushing past him and walking down the hall toward the stairs. Your pulse still thundered in your ears as you ascended to the upper deck, the sound of music and laughter growing louder with each step.

The Elysium’s upper deck was a blur of neon lights and pulsating music, the crowd of partygoers moving in sync with the heavy bassline. But none of it registered as you stepped back into the chaos. The charged intimacy of Rafe’s cabin still clung to your skin, a tangible reminder of how far you’d fallen – and how little you cared in the moment. The only thing worrying your mind was the thought of being caught.

Nathan’s voice rang out above the noise, slurred and commanding as he spotted you. “There you are!” he called, his grin widening as he sprawled further back on the oversized couch.

Your stomach churned as he motioned for you to come over, his glassy eyes flicking between you and his drink. You hesitated, your legs rooted to the spot, but Rafe’s presence at your back – o steady, so unapologetic – propelled you forward, his hand slightly pushing your lower back.

Nathan barely waited for you to reach him before grabbing your wrist and yanking you onto his lap. His grip was firm, his fingers digging into your hip possessively as he shifted you into place, his cologne mingling with the acrid scent of alcohol and sweat.

Rafe’s jaw tightened as he watched the scene unfold, his smirk fading into a thin line. His hand flexed around the drink he held, recently taken from one of the trays the waiter kept serving around, the glass thick enough to resist it.

“Come here, baby” Nathan slurred, leaning back with a lazy grin. His other hand, still clutching a drink, gestured vaguely at the tray of cocaine on the table beside him. “You’ve been hiding, huh? Thought you’d run off and left me to deal with all of this on my own.”

“I was just getting some air.” you said, keeping your tone even as you tried to slip off his lap.

But Nathan didn’t let you. Instead, his hand slid lower, gripping your ass as he pulled you back against him. The pink bikini he’d chosen for you —more string than fabric – offered little protection from the heat of his palm, and you bit the inside of your cheek to keep your reaction at bay.

Rafe’s eyes darkened, his shoulders stiffening as Nathan’s hand wandered. A faint muscle ticked in his jaw as he forced himself to stay still, though every instinct screamed at him to intervene, to yank you away from Nathan’s careless grip.

Nathan chuckled, his head dipping to the crook of your neck, his lips brushing against your skin. “Nah, stay right here” he murmured, his voice muffled. His hand squeezed your thigh, the motion casual but claiming.

Then, to your mortification, his head tilted, and his teeth scraped against the curve of your breast where the bikini barely covered you – not giving a shit to the eyes and phones around you.

“Shit.” Nathan muttered, his voice slurring as he bit down lightly on the soft flesh. “Can’t help it, man. I love these boobs.”

Rafe’s grip on the drink tightened, the liquid sloshing against the sides of the glass as his knuckles turned white. His jaw clenched as he watched Nathan humiliate you, turning you into a spectacle, a prop in his drunken display of ownership. The sight made something burn hot and sharp in his chest – a jealousy so visceral it almost startled him.

Heat burned across your face, and you tensed, trying to shift away, but Nathan tightened his grip with a laugh that echoed around the room.

“Look at this!” he said, addressing Rafe with a drunken smirk. “See these? Best goddamn thing I ever bought. Look at this tiny thing she’s wearing. Picked it out myself.” He ran a clumsy hand along the edge of the bikini top, as if to display his prize. “Ain’t she perfect?”

Rafe’s lips pressed into a tight line, his smirk long gone. His fingers twitched around his drink, and he forced himself to take a slow breath, his eyes flicking to you. You looked mortified, your gaze fixed on the floor, your cheeks flushed with humiliation.

Nathan, oblivious, barked out a laugh and gestured to Rafe again. “Where the hell were you, huh? You having fun, or what?”

Rafe didn’t answer immediately. Instead, his gaze lingered on you, his lips curling into a slow, wicked smirk — a deliberate act to mask the anger simmering beneath the surface.

“You’ve no idea.” he replied finally, his voice smooth but edged with something darker.

Nathan laughed again, slapping your thigh as if Rafe’s response was the funniest thing he’d ever heard. “That’s what I like to hear! Good vibes, huh? That’s what it’s all about.”

Rafe’s jaw tightened, but he forced himself to relax, taking a measured sip of his drink. His eyes remained on you, his gaze dragging down the length of your body with an unhurried, deliberate motion that made your breath hitch.

Nathan, too far gone in his high to notice the undercurrent between you and Rafe, leaned back with a glassy-eyed grin. The man smirked as he saw the red, fresh marks on Rafe’s shoulder. “Damn straight. Lucky bastard, huh?”

Rafe’s smirk remained in place, but his mind was a storm of conflict. He forced himself to take a sip of his drink, the burn of the liquor grounding him, even as Nathan’s words grated on his nerves. Pathetic. That’s what Nathan was sometimes — a pathetic, arrogant fool who didn’t realize the treasure he had sitting right in his lap. The way he paraded you around like an accessory, like you were nothing more than an extension of his ego, made Rafe’s jaw clench.

He wasn’t blind to his own faults — arrogance, selfishness, an insatiable need to take whatever he wanted, even if it was you — but Nathan’s careless display disgusted him.

And now, Rafe wanted you.

It wasn’t just the way you looked in that tiny bikini, though that certainly didn’t hurt. It was the way you’d responded to him, the fire in your eyes when you challenged him, the way your body had melted into his back in that cabin. He’d had a taste, and now it was like blood in the water. If there was one thing Rafe Cameron didn’t do, it was deny himself something he wanted.

And he wanted you.

“Luck’s got nothing to do with it” Rafe said finally, his voice low and deliberate, his smirk curling into something darker, meant only for you.

Your eyes darted to his, widening slightly as his words sank in. He didn’t look away, didn’t blink, even as Nathan threw his head back with another laugh, too high and oblivious to catch the undercurrent in the room.

Rafe could feel his pulse hammering in his veins as his gaze lingered on you, heat pooling in his chest. You were his best friend’s wife, a line he knew he shouldn’t cross — but lines had never meant much to Rafe. And now, with the memory of your taste still fresh on his lips, the idea of letting you go felt impossible.

One way or another, he’d have you. Nathan was too blind to see it, too lost in his own indulgences to notice the storm brewing right in front of him.

The room felt suffocating, the heat of Nathan’s body beneath you and Rafe’s eyes burning into you from across the space. And as Rafe raised his glass in a mock toast, his smirk never faltering, you knew this wasn’t over.

Not by a long shot.

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You can find the previous chapter on my masterlist, xoxo

BITTER SWEET ᥫ᭡࿔

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x kook!thornton!Reader

Summary: Rafe Cameron, a rising name in the business world, desperately needs a date for the wedding of the year. With a major investment deal on the line and his image at stake, he finds himself reluctantly turning to the last person he ever expected for help: Topper’s little sister, a girl he’s bickered with since he could remember.

Warning(s): SMUT – p in v penetration (wrap it before you tap it), dirty talk, jealousy. Substance use. +18 only! Minors do not interact.

A/N: Every feedback is welcome <3

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ Chapter five: Last Day in Paradise ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊

The first thing you noticed was warmth. Not the kind of fleeting comfort you got from a blanket on a chilly night, but something deeper, more solid, more alive. It anchored you, a steady rhythm beneath your cheek. Slowly, as your senses returned, you realized it was Rafe

You were lying on his chest, your bare legs tangled with his, his arm wrapped around your waist like he was afraid you’d disappear if he let go. The sheets were tangled at your hips, barely covering the evidence of last night.

The memories came rushing back in waves, each one more vivid than the last. His lips against yours on the balcony, the heat of his touch, the way he had looked at you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered. Your cheeks burned as the details sharpened — his voice murmuring your name, the press of his body against yours, the way you had whispered yes without hesitation.

You shifted slightly, your fingers brushing against his chest, the faint scratches of your nails from the night before still visible against his tanned skin. His breathing changed, growing heavier, and you froze as his voice broke the stillness.

“Morning, trouble.”

You swallowed, your heart skipping a beat. His tone was low and gravelly, softened by sleep but carrying the teasing edge that was so unmistakably him.

“Morning,” you murmured back, not daring to lift your head just yet.

“Still hiding?” he asked, amusement lacing his voice.

Your fingers tightened slightly against his chest as you cursed yourself for being so obvious. “I’m not hiding.”

His chuckle rumbled beneath you. “You sure about that? ‘Cause you’ve got your face buried in my chest like you’re trying to disappear.”

You groaned softly, the heat in your cheeks intensifying. “I just… need a second.”

“To what? Process how lucky you are?” His hand shifted on your waist, his fingers brushing against your bare skin, and the smugness in his tone made you want to punch him — and maybe kiss him again.

Finally, you lifted your head, your hair tumbling over your shoulders as you looked up at him. His blue eyes met yours, sharper now as the haze of sleep faded, and his smirk deepened at the sight of your flushed face.

“You’re insufferable,” you muttered, pushing against his chest in an attempt to sit up.

He caught your wrist before you could go far, his grip firm but gentle. “And you’re blushing,” he pointed out, his voice dropping slightly as his eyes roamed your face.

You tried to tug your hand free, but he didn’t let go, his thumb brushing over the inside of your wrist. “If you keep talking, I’ll—”

“What? Leave?” He raised a brow, his smirk widening. “We both know you’re not going anywhere.”

You glared at him, but there was no real heat behind it. “You’re so annoying.”

“Yeah? That’s not what you were screaming last night” he shot back, his voice softening just enough as he whispered in his ear, waking goosebumps all over your body.

You huffed, leaning down until your forehead rested against his neck. “I hate you.”

“I think were a bit past that now, don’t you?”

The laugh you let out was involuntary, the sound muffled against his skin, and his hand slid up your back, his fingers trailing along your spine in a way that made you shiver.

…

When you stepped out of the bathroom, the quiet confidence you’d mustered faltered the second Rafe’s gaze locked on you. He was leaning back against the headboard, legs stretched out and arms crossed, his expression unreadable—until he saw you.

His posture shifted immediately, his eyes dragging over you slowly, deliberately, like he was studying you for weakness. Or maybe for something else entirely. His jaw tightened, and his lips pressed into a faint smirk, though his gaze lingered far too long on the way the bikini hugged your body.

You froze for a second, your fingers tightening around the ties to your bikini top. “What?”

Rafe’s smirk widened slightly, his eyes darkening as he pushed himself off the bed. He didn’t answer right away, his steps unhurried as he closed the space between you. Finally, when he stopped just a little too close, he tilted his head, his voice low and edged with something sharp.

“Do you even realize what you’re doing to me right now?”

Your breath hitched, and you tried not to let it show. “It’s just a bikini, Rafe.”

He let out a quiet scoff, his hand coming up to rest against the wall beside your head, boxing you in. “You chose the tiniest one just to taunt me, didn’t you?”

Your cheeks burned under his scrutiny, but you forced yourself to meet his gaze. “Are you done?”

“Not even close.” He leaned in, the heat of his body radiating against yours as he flicked his eyes to the untied strings in your hand. “Turn around.”

Your brows furrowed. “Why?”

He raised a brow and held up a hand, gesturing to the ties. “Unless you plan on walking out there like that, you’re gonna need to tie this.”

Reluctantly, you turned, crossing your arms over your chest and staring at the wall as you felt his fingers brush against your bare back. His movements were slow — too slow. He wasn’t just tying the strings, he was deliberately letting his knuckles graze your skin, his fingertips tracing patterns that made your breath catch.

“You’re taking your time,” you muttered, trying to keep the fluster out of your voice.

“What can I say?” His voice dipped lower, teasing. “I’m a perfectionist.”

You opened your mouth to retort, but the words evaporated when he leaned closer, his breath warm against your ear.

“This thing’s barely holding together,” he murmured, his voice like a smirk given form. “One wave, and it’s over.”

You spun around to face him, your eyes wide as you slapped his chest. “Rafe!”

He caught your wrist easily, his grip firm but playful, his smirk stretching into a full grin. “Relax. I’m just trying to help. A friendly heads up, that’s all.”

“Help less,” you snapped, though your voice betrayed you with its shaky edge, your cheeks burning as you stared at him.

“Noted,” he said, releasing your wrist but not stepping back. His eyes flicked over you once more before he finally moved away, hands in his pockets. “But if you end up needing me to retie it…” He paused, his smirk turning wicked. “You know where to find me.”

You shook your head, biting back a smile as you grabbed your bag and headed for the door. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re still blushing,” he called after you, his smug tone chasing you all the way out of the room.

The sun was high in the sky, warming your skin as you lay on the beach chair, your arms stretched out lazily. The soft crash of the waves against the shore blended with the distant hum of conversations and laughter from other beachgoers. You could feel the sun’s rays starting to prick at your shoulders, so you sat up slightly, reaching for the bottle of sunscreen

“Hey.” you said, turning your head toward Rafe, who was sprawled in the chair next to you, sunglasses shielding his eyes but doing nothing to hide the smug, lazy smirk tugging at his lips. “Can you do my back?”

His head tilted, the smirk growing. “You sure you trust me with that?”

You gave him a pointed look, shaking the bottle at him. “Just don’t take forever. My skin is boiling here.”

Rafe chuckled, sitting up and swinging his legs over the side of the chair. “No promises.” He grabbed the bottle from you, popping the cap open as you turned onto your stomach, propping yourself up on your forearms.

The first touch of the cool lotion against your skin made you shiver, and Rafe’s low chuckle drifted down to you. “Cold?”

“Just get on with it,” you muttered, trying to ignore the heat crawling up your neck.

But Rafe wasn’t in any rush. His hands moved slowly, spreading the lotion across your shoulders with deliberate precision. His fingers pressed firmly into your skin, massaging the lotion in circles that felt far more intentional than necessary.

“Relax,” he drawled, his voice low and teasing. “I’ve got you.”

You let out a soft sigh, though you couldn’t ignore the way his hands lingered, his thumbs pressing into the dip of your lower back, dangerously close to your bikini bottoms.

“Rafe…” you warned, your voice muffled against your arms.

“What?” he asked innocently, his hands pausing for a fraction of a second before continuing lower. “I’m just making sure you’re covered.”

His hands slid down to your thighs, his touch firm as he worked the lotion into your skin. When his fingers brushed the curve of your ass, you shot him a glare over your shoulder.

“Are you serious right now?”

“Completely.” he said with a smirk, his hands unapologetically smoothing lotion over the exposed skin. “You wouldn’t want to burn, would you?”

Your jaw dropped, and before you could think of a response, his palm landed on your ass with a slap that made you squeal.

“Rafe!”

He laughed, leaning back on his heels as he admired his work. “What? That’s prime territory for sunburn. Just doing my part.”

“You’re unbelievable,” you muttered, sitting up and snatching the bottle out of his hand.

“And yet,” he said, leaning in close, his voice dropping to a low murmur as he pushed his sunglasses up into his hair, “you keep asking for my help.”

His eyes held yours, a challenge sparking in their depths, and you swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way your heart raced under his gaze.

“I won’t anymore.” you shot back, though the bite in your words was undercut by the way you couldn’t quite look away.

Rafe leaned back with a smug grin, clearly pleased with himself as he sprawled back on his chair. “Whatever you say, princess.”

As you turned away, you could still feel his gaze on you, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he was enjoying himself a little too much. But the truth was, so were you.

The sun dipped lower in the sky, painting the horizon in streaks of gold and crimson. The ocean glittered under its touch, the waves rolling in gentle, rhythmic crashes against the shore. You’d spent the day alternating between the warmth of the sun and the cool embrace of the sea, trading teasing remarks with Rafe and stealing moments of quiet that neither of you dared break.

Now, as the heat softened into a more forgiving warmth, Rafe was tugging you toward the water again, his grip firm but not forceful. “Come on,” he said, his lips twitching into that cocky, teasing smirk. “You’ve spent the last hour avoiding it.”

You pulled against his hand, dragging your feet through the sand. “It’s freezing, Rafe!”

“Stop being dramatic!” he scoffed, but there was laughter in his tone. He paused, turning to face you, his blue eyes bright with mischief. “What, you scared of a little cold water?”

“I just don’t enjoy the sensation of becoming an icicle.” you shot back, crossing your arms.

“Fine.” He shrugged, his smirk turning into a full grin. “Guess I’ll just have to carry you.”

“Don’t you—Rafe!”

Before you could react, he scooped you up effortlessly, your legs dangling as you flailed against his chest.

“Put me down!” you squealed, but your protests were drowned out by your laughter as he strode toward the waves, the water lapping at his ankles, then his knees.

“See?” he said, grinning down at you. “Not so bad.”

The next thing you knew, you were both in the water, the cool shock of it stealing your breath as he let you go just enough to let the waves pull at you. You shrieked, splashing him in retaliation, and he laughed, his grin boyish and carefree in a way that felt rare.

The playfulness between you ebbed as the moments stretched, replaced by something quieter. The laughter faded, and you found yourself drawn closer to him, his arms instinctively wrapping around you to steady you against the gentle pull of the tide.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The ocean stretched out around you, vast and endless, and the only sound was the rhythmic crash of waves and the distant murmur of the beach behind you.

Rafe’s hands settled on your waist, his grip firm but gentle. When he finally spoke, his voice was softer than you’d ever heard it. “Thanks.”

You blinked, tilting your head up to look at him. His face was unreadable, his eyes fixed on the horizon. “For what?”

He hesitated, his jaw tightening like he was fighting with himself. When he finally met your gaze, his expression had shifted — gone was the smirk, the cocky bravado. What you saw instead took your breath away.

Rafe looked… lost. Vulnerable in a way he rarely let show. His brows drew together slightly, as if the words he was about to say were hard for him to admit.

“For putting up with me this weekend.” he said, his voice barely audible over the waves. “For… helping me when you didn’t have to”

You stared at him, startled by the weight of his words. “Rafe…”

“It’s not just this weekend,” he continued, cutting you off, his grip tightening on your waist as if grounding himself. “It’s… everything. The way you…” He broke off, shaking his head like he was frustrated with himself.

“The way I what?” you asked softly, your hand brushing against his chest, trying to coax the words out of him without you even noticing.

His eyes flicked to yours, and for a moment, the walls he always kept up cracked just enough for you to see through. “The way you didn’t leave when I wasn’t exactly making it easy.” he said finally, his voice low, raw. “Even when I’m a mess. Even when I’m… me.”

Your chest tightened at the way he said it, like he truly believed he wasn’t worth sticking around for. The bravado, the arrogance — it all felt like a mask now, one he wore to hide just how deeply his loneliness ran.

“Rafe,” you murmured, your hand sliding up to cup his cheek. He flinched slightly at the touch, as if he wasn’t used to being touched so gently, but he didn’t pull away. “You’ve been through a lot and—”

He huffed out a bitter laugh, his eyes dropping to the water between you. “That’s generous.”

“I mean it,” you insisted, your thumb brushing against his cheekbone. “You’re not perfect, Rafe. But nobody is. And the way you see yourself? That’s not permanent. You can… That’s not all I see - not anymore.”

His eyes flicked back up to yours, something vulnerable and searching in them. “How do you see me?”

You hesitated, your heart pounding at the intensity of his gaze. “I see someone who’s trying,” you said finally, your voice steady. “Even if you don’t think you are. I see someone who cares more than he lets on.”

For a moment, he didn’t say anything, his jaw working as he processed your words. Then, his forehead dropped to rest against yours, his eyes slipping shut.

He let out a shaky breath, and when he pulled back just enough to look at you again, there was something softer in his expression. “You’re dangerous, you know that?”

“What do you mean?” you asked, your lips curving into a faint smile despite the heaviness of the moment.

“You make me think…” He paused, searching for the right words. “You make me think maybe I’m not as screwed up as I feel.”

“Aren’t we all?” you said simply, a smile dangling on your lips.

His lips twitched into something close to a smile, though his eyes still held that flicker of vulnerability. “You’re stubborn as hell, you know that?”

“Someone’s gotta keep you in check,” you teased gently.

He laughed softly, the sound almost disbelieving, and for the first time in a long time, it felt real.

The waves lapped at your sides as he pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you in a way that felt less possessive and more like he was trying to hold himself together.

“Thank you.” he said again, his voice steadier now, his eyes searching yours.

“Always.” you replied, your fingers brushing against his chest as you held his gaze.

The moment stretched, the weight of it lingering even as the tide pulled at you both. For the first time, it felt like Rafe wasn’t just letting you in — he was trying to keep you in.

Back at the hotel, the charged energy that had simmered between you all day seemed to follow you like a shadow, growing heavier with every passing glance, every fleeting touch. By the time you both found yourselves in the bathroom, it was like the air itself was crackling with electricity.

You were standing at the sink, brushing your damp hair out of your face to apply some pre-poo after a long day in the sun, when Rafe stepped inside. His shirt was gone, the tan he’d picked up over the weekend emphasizing the sharp lines of his chest and the faint dusting of freckles across his shoulders. He moved past you, his arm brushing yours as he reached for a towel hanging near the shower.

It should have been a simple movement, nothing out of the ordinary. But the second his skin grazed yours, the tension that had coiled tight between you all day snapped.

You turned your head, and he was already looking at you, his blue eyes dark and intent, like he’d been waiting for you to crack first.

Neither of you said a word. You didn’t need to.

It happened all at once — his hand reaching for your wrist, your breath catching as he pulled you toward him. His other hand slid to the small of your back, tugging you closer until there wasn’t even an inch of space between you. Then his lips were on yours, hot and insistent, stealing the breath from your lungs.

You gasped against him, your hands flying up to grip his shoulders as he backed you up against the sink. His kiss was urgent, consuming, like he couldn’t get enough of you. And God, you couldn’t get enough of him either.

The towel he’d been holding fell to the floor as his hands roamed your body, one sliding to your waist and the other tangling in your hair. His fingers tightened slightly, tilting your head back to deepen the kiss, and you let out a soft, involuntary moan that seemed to undo him completely.

“Shower.” he muttered against your lips, his voice low and rough, and before you could even process the word, he was guiding you backward toward the glass enclosure.

The cool tile of the shower wall met your back just as the spray of hot water burst to life, cascading over both of you. The contrast of sensations made you shiver, but Rafe’s hands were already on you again, grounding you, igniting a heat that burned hotter than the steam enveloping you both.

He pressed you back against the wall, his body flush against yours, and you couldn’t hold back the soft gasp that escaped when you felt the full strength of him. His lips moved to your neck, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your skin, each one lingering like he was memorizing the way you felt beneath him.

“Rafe…” You barely recognized your own voice, breathless and shaky as your nails dug into his shoulders.

“Say it again.” he murmured against your neck, his voice dark and laced with a possessive edge that sent a shiver down your spine. “Shit, call for me again.”

“Rafe.” you repeated, and his name came out like a plea, breaking apart as his teeth grazed the sensitive spot just below your ear.

His hands slid lower, gripping your hips before traveling down to the backs of your thighs. Without a word, he lifted you effortlessly, pinning you higher against the wall. Your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, your hands tangling in his damp hair as you brought his lips back to yours.

The kiss was slower this time, but no less intense. His tongue swept against yours, his grip on your thighs tightening as he pulled you closer, holding you like he never wanted to let go. The water cascaded over both of you, but it did little to cool the fire raging between you.

Rafe pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against yours as his chest heaved, both of you catching your breath. His eyes found yours, and the raw intensity in them made your heart skip a beat.

“You drive me insane, you know that?” he said, his voice rough and low, his lips brushing against yours with every word.

Your hands slid down to his jaw, your thumbs brushing against his cheekbones as you smiled faintly. “Good.”

A low growl rumbled in his chest, and before you could say anything else, he kissed you again, harder this time, with a desperation that stole whatever restraint you had left.

The steam swirled around you, the water pouring down like it was trying to drown the fire between you — but it was hopeless. Whatever this was, whatever had built between you over the years, it wasn’t something that could be extinguished. Not now. Not anymore.

Rafe’s grip on your thighs tightened as he set you down gently, the cool tile sending a jolt through your body as he stepped back just enough to let you stand on your own two trembling legs. His eyes never left yours as he reached for the strings of your bikini top, his fingers deftly untying them.

“I’ve wanted to do this all day,” he murmured, his voice thick with need, and you felt your cheeks flush as the material fell away, exposing your bare breasts to the steamy air.

He took a moment to just look at you, his eyes darkening as they roamed over your body, lingering on your hardened nipples and the droplets of water that clung to your skin. Then, as if he couldn’t wait another second, he reached out and cupped one in his hand, his thumb brushing over the sensitive peak. A bolt of pleasure shot straight to your core, making your knees wobble.

You leaned into his touch, arching your back slightly, and that was all the invitation he needed. His mouth was on you, suckling your nipple into his warm, wet mouth, his tongue flicking against it as you let out a gasp that was quickly muffled by his groan. Your hands found the back of his neck, holding it tightly as his other hand moved to your other breast, giving it the same attention.

But as much as you enjoyed the feeling of his mouth on your breasts, there was something else you craved. Something more. You reached down and tugged at the waistband of his shorts, your eyes never leaving his.

The material slid down his hips, revealing his arousal, thick and heavy, standing proudly against his stomach. Your heart raced as you took him in your hand, his cock hot and velvety-soft, yet so firm. You felt the weight of him, the way he twitched at your touch, and you knew he wanted this as much as you did.

“You like that?” You whispered, a hint of mischief in your voice, watching as his eyes fluttered closed and his head fell back with a groan.

“Fuck yes,” he hissed, his hand coming to cover yours, guiding your strokes. His hips jerked slightly, and you felt his cock throb in your grasp.

The power you had over him was intoxicating, and you reveled in it, stroking him slowly, watching the way his body responded to every touch. You leaned in, your breath warm against his neck as you whispered, “You’re so big.”

Rafe’s eyes snapped open, his gaze locking onto yours, and there was something in it that made your stomach flip — something dark and hungry that mirrored the ache between your legs.

He spins you around, pressing your breasts against the cool glass as he kisses your neck, his hand sliding down to tease your clit while you watch your reflection in the steamy mirror.

The sensation is maddening, and you can't help but arch into his touch, your hips rolling against his palm. The water streams down your back, creating rivulets that trace the curves of your body, and the slickness between your legs only makes your need for him more intense.

"Tell me what you want," Rafe whispers, his breath hot on your skin, his fingers expertly circling your clit. His other hand slides down to your ass, squeezing it gently as he continues to explore your body.

"I want you," you murmur, the words barely audible over the rush of the shower. Your voice is thick with desire, and it sends a jolt of need through him. He groans, his cock pulsing against your bottom.

Rafe’s hand slides from your clit, his fingers slipping into your folds, testing your readiness. You're soaking wet, both from the water and your own arousal, and you push back into his hand, silently begging for more. He teases you, sliding one finger in and out, watching your eyes glaze over in pleasure.

“Do you want me to fuck you, sweetheart?” His voice is a low growl in your ear, and you shiver with excitement. His words added a new dimension to the fire between you, turning your desire up to a fever pitch.

You nod, unable to form coherent words as his fingers delve deeper, filling you. “Yes.” you manage to breathe out, the word little more than a gasp.

“Say it,” he demands, his hand moving faster, his thumb pressing against your clit with just the right amount of pressure. “Tell me you want my cock inside you.”

Your cheeks flush, but you don’t hesitate. “I want your cock inside me, Rafe. Now.” The words feel decadent on your tongue, and you revel in the power of them, the way his eyes darken and his breath hitches.

With a smoldering smile, Rafe turns you around to face him, the water still raining down on both of you. He takes your face in his hands, tilting it up to meet his gaze. His eyes are blazing with lust, but there’s something else in there too — something that makes your heart race faster than the pulsing ache between your legs.

“Look at me,” he says, his voice a command that you can’t resist. You stare up into his eyes as he guides the tip of his cock to your entrance. You gasp as he slides inside you, filling you up with one slow, deliberate stroke. It’s a sensation you’ve never felt before, like he’s claiming you, marking you as his own.

He pins you against the wall, lifts one of your legs, and enters you standing, the water rushing over both of you, heightening every sensation.

The feel of him inside you is overwhelming, his thickness stretching you as he starts to move, his hips pistoning in and out, the water sluicing over your bodies, turning your skin slick and your cries of pleasure muffled by the pounding of the shower. His hand wraps around the back of your thigh, holding your leg up as he takes you, his other hand on your hip to balance you as he drives deeper with every thrust.

“Oh, fuck. Rafe!” you moan, your voice a mix of pleasure and surprise at how good it feels. He groans in response, his eyes locked onto yours, his pupils blown wide with lust.

“That’s it, sweetheart.” he murmurs, his voice a dark, velvet rumble that sends a shiver down your spine. “Take it all. Take every inch of me.”

You can’t help the whimper that escapes as he hits that perfect spot, the one that sends sparks of pleasure shooting through your body. Your eyes flutter closed, but he gently taps your cheek with the pad of his thumb, urging you to look at him.

“Keep those eyes on me.” he says, his voice a gruff command that makes your core tighten. You force your lids up and watch him as he continues to pump into you, his movements powerful and deliberate. “Let me see you come for me, baby.”

His hand slides down to your clit, his thumb circling the sensitive bud as he picks up his pace. You feel yourself building closer and closer to the edge, your muscles tightening around him, trying to pull him deeper. “I bet that stupid fucking tourist didn’t get you moaning like this, huh?” he says, his voice thick with arrogance.

You’re surprised at the sudden mention of the guy who had dropped you off at your place two days ago, the one who had barely managed to get your number. But as Rafe’s thumb applies more pressure and his cock hits that spot deep inside you, the memory of the touron fades away, replaced by the reality of the man who’s been under your skin for years.

“So you were jealous, huh?” You ask, your voice teasing despite the way your body is trembling with need. You can’t resist scratching your nails down his back, feeling the tension in his muscles as he fucks you harder against the shower wall.

“Shut up.” Rafe says, a playful smirk curling his lips. But the way his eyes bore into yours says he’s not joking. He wants you to be silent, to only focus on him, on the way he’s claiming you with every stroke.

You lean in closer, your breath a hot whisper in his ear. “Make me, then.” you challenge him, your voice dripping with need and mischief. You bite his earlobe, making him growl before you pull away again, your eyes sparkling with defiance.

Rafe’s smirk widens, the challenge accepted. His strokes become more urgent, his grip on your thigh tightening as he fucks you with a new vigor that has your teeth sinking into your bottom lip. The pleasure builds, coiling in your belly like a tight spring, ready to snap at any moment.

You can feel him thicken inside you, his hips slapping against your ass as he takes you harder. Your nails rake down his back, leaving trails of red against his tanned skin, and he grunts with every thrust, his eyes never leaving yours. The sound of your bodies colliding echoes off the shower walls, mingling with the steady patter of the water.

Then it happens — the orgasm hits you like a wave, crashing over you with an intensity that steals the breath from your lungs. You cry out, your muscles tightening around him, and he groans in response, his grip on your thigh and hip almost painful. He pulls out at the last moment, the tip of his cock teasing your clit as he comes, painting your stomach with ropes of hot cum. The sight of him, his head thrown back and his muscles taut with release, sends another shiver of pleasure through you.

You stand there for a moment, panting and trembling, your legs threatening to give out. But Rafe’s arms are around you, holding you up, keeping you close. His chest is heaving, his heart pounding against yours as he presses his forehead to yours.

The bathroom is quiet except for the sound of the shower and your occasional shared laughter as you both rinse off the remnants of your earlier entanglement. The water slides over Rafe’s broad shoulders, droplets tracing the ridges of his muscles as he smirks at you from beneath the spray.

“You’re hogging all the hot water, Cameron.” you tease, nudging him with your elbow.

He tilts his head, pretending to consider it. “Or maybe you’re just too slow. Pick up the pace, princess.”

“Maybe I wouldn’t be so slow if someone didn’t ruin my ability to walk properly.” you shoot back, trying to sound exasperated but failing miserably as your lips twitch into a grin.

Rafe’s low chuckle reverberates in the steam-filled room. “You’re so welcome.” he murmurs, his voice thick with amusement and satisfaction.

Your chest tightens at the sound, and you glance away, a shy smile pulling at your lips. It’s maddening, how effortlessly he can unravel you with a single look or a simple quip.

By the time you step out of the shower, the mirror is fogged over, and the bathroom feels stifling. You grab a towel, wrapping it tightly around yourself, already feeling a tug of laziness weighing you down.

Rafe was already drying himself, shaking his wet hair like a dog and laughing when you glare at him. “Relax, princess. You’re already wet.”

“That’s disgusting, Rafe.” But you can’t help the small laugh that escapes you.

Your eyes flick to Rafe’s t-shirt lying casually on the counter while he puts his sweatpants on. Without a second thought, you snag it, pulling it over your head. The fabric hangs loosely, brushing your thighs.

When Rafe notices, his brows lift. “Seriously? My shirt?”

“It was right there.” you reply nonchalantly, smoothing the material as if to make your point. “And I’m too lazy to grab my pajamas. Deal with it.”

He crosses his arms over his chest, his eyes dragging over you. Something flashes there — something warm, possessive — but it’s gone before you can place it. “Really?”

“What?” you say innocently, running a hand over the shirt. “It was right there and it’s your fault I can’t walk to my suitcase anyway.”

He narrows his eyes at you but doesn’t argue, a faint smirk playing at his lips. “Fine. Keep it. But don’t act surprised when I start charging you rent.”

You scoff, brushing past him as you head toward the bed. “You’re so generous.”

Once you’re under the covers, the soft glow of your phones illuminates the space between you. The easy comfort of scrolling and sharing random videos fills the room. Rafe shows you a clip of some guy trying to skateboard off a roof and failing miserably. You laugh so hard your chest aches, and the sound of Rafe’s deep chuckle beside you makes your heart feel unbearably light.

But as the laughter fades, a familiar weight creeps back into your chest. Tomorrow. The word lingers, flashing in your mind like a warning light. You’ll go back to the Outer Banks, to the suffocating expectations of your mother and family. Rafe will go back to being just Rafe — your brother’s best friend.

“We’re back tomorrow.” you murmur softly, your voice breaking the silence.

Rafe doesn’t respond immediately, but you feel his gaze shift to you. “Yeah.” he says after a moment.

You bite your lip, hesitating. “Back to… normal, I guess.”

His jaw tightens at your words, and for a moment, the room feels heavier. His silence stretches, his expression unreadable as he stares at the ceiling.

“I didn’t mean it like that.” you add quickly, setting your phone aside.

“Didn’t you?” he asks, his tone calm but edged with something heavier.

You swallow, guilt and frustration knotting in your chest. “I just mean…” You pause, your voice trembling. “You’ll go back to being you, and I’ll go back to…”

“Pretending this never happened?” he finishes, his voice low and rough. He didn’t even know why he was frustrated.

You flinch, shaking your head. “No. It’s not like that.” You take a breath, struggling to explain. “It’s just… you know what it’s like with my mom. With my family. Everything has to be perfect. And me…” You trail off, lowering your gaze. “I’m not allowed to just… be myself.”

Rafe shifts beside you, his eyes softening as they lock onto yours. He doesn’t say anything, but his hand reaches out, his fingers brushing over yours. The simple gesture makes your heart clench.

“But we still have tonight.” you add, your voice barely above a whisper.

Something shifts in his expression — less frustration, more heat. A slow smirk tugs at his lips, and he leans closer, his voice dropping low. “Yeah. We do.”

His lips find yours, and the world falls away. It’s not rushed, not frantic, but slow and consuming, like he’s trying to memorize every inch of you. His hand cups the side of your face, his thumb brushing along your jaw as his mouth moves against yours. You melt into him, your fingers sliding into his hair as you press closer, closer, like you can’t get enough.

When his tongue brushes against yours, you gasp softly, your heart racing. Heat coils low in your stomach, spreading through your body as his hands slide down to your thighs, pulling you into his lap. You can feel him everywhere — his touch, his warmth, his breath — and it makes your head spin.

When he finally pulls back, you’re both breathless. His forehead presses against yours, and the crooked grin he gives you sends a thrill through your chest.

When he finally pulls back, his lips curve into a grin. “Alright, one last thing before you’re back to being Little Miss Perfect: wanna smoke?”

You laugh softly, still catching your breath. “I don’t think I’m as perfect as you think.”

“Could’ve fooled me” he says, already grabbing the joint from the metal box on the bedside table.

At some point, you end up on the balcony — the spot you’d jokingly called your “weed place” earlier in the week. The night air feels cool against your skin, and you curl up beside him, your legs draped over his lap as he lights the joint. The first drag is sharp, making your lungs burn, but it quickly fades into a pleasant haze. After a few hits, the haze feels light, freeing.

“Okay, fine,” you say, laughing. “But then… what if fish get bored of swimming all the time? Like, what if they’re just floating there, looking up at the surface and thinking, ‘Wow, I wish I could walk. Or fly.’”

“Fish don’t think that,” Rafe says, grinning. “Fish don’t think at all.”

You gasp, your hand flying to your chest. “Rude. Fish probably have, like, the deepest thoughts. What if they’re out there philosophizing about life? Like, ‘What even is water?’”

That sends you into another fit of giggles, your head falling back against the chair as you clutch your stomach. You don’t even realize Rafe is watching you until you catch the way his smirk softens, his blue eyes warm as they trace over your face.

“You’re ridiculous,” he murmurs, his voice low.

“Yeah, well…” You shrug, still smiling. “At least I can say whatever stupid thing pops into my head with you. That’s nice. I don’t have to, like, filter myself.”

He doesn’t say anything for a moment, just reaches out to brush a piece of hair from your face. “Good,” he says softly. “You should always be yourself.”

The joint burns out eventually, but the ease you feel doesn’t fade. When Rafe pulls out his phone and snaps a picture of you mid-laugh, you groan, reaching for it.

“Let me see!”

“Not a chance,” he says, holding it out of reach, grinning.

Fine, you think, grabbing your own phone. “Two can play this game.” You snap a photo of him in the middle of a laugh, his head tilted back.

“Oh, come on.” He groans, reaching for your phone. “That’s terrible!”

“That’s the point,” you say, giggling as you dodge him.

The photo war escalates quickly, and you’re back in his lap before you even realize it, both of you laughing uncontrollably.

The flash goes off.

You pull back, your breath catching as you see the phone in his hand. “Did you just take a picture of that?”

Rafe smirks, his eyes half-lidded. “Maybe.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “You’re impossible.”

His hands trail lazily down your thighs, his smirk darkening. “Maybe I’ll take one more,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough.

“Yeah?” you ask, your voice a little breathy as your heart pounds in your chest.

He nods, his fingers curling under the hem of his shirt — your shirt — where it brushes your thighs. “You know, for the road.”

A rush of heat spreads through you as you give him a playful smirk, your inhibitions completely gone. Slowly, you grab the hem of the shirt and lift it just enough to flash him.

His eyes darken, his phone already in hand. “Hold that.” he murmurs, his voice rasping, and before you can even think, the flash goes off again.

You laugh, tugging the shirt back down, your cheeks burning. “You’re insane,” you say softly, giggling, the smile lingering.

He grins, setting the phone aside as his hands slide to your waist. “Maybe,” he replies, his lips brushing yours. “But at least now I’ve got a proper party favor from this wedding shit.”

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