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MY GIRLSS

TAYLOR SWIFT and MARGARET QUALLEY The 67th Annual Grammy Awards

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rafe cameron

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more to come . . .

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hi there !! just a lil reminder that u are loved ₊˚⊹♡ MWAH

literally ily u don't know how much i needed this ♡♡♡

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rafe cameron knows that it isn’t just LUST he feels for you

cw: mutual attraction, forbidden love, emotional betrayal, angst, inspired by the song “lust” by chase atlantic.. & for my sweet girl @vampteeths <33

the humid night air clung to like rafe a second skin as he leaned against the porch railing of tannyhill, eyes fixed on the distant shoreline. the party inside was roaring—a mix of drunken laughter, loud music, and the occasional sound of bottles clinking. his friends were there, drowning in excess, but rafe had slipped outside a while ago, needing to breathe.

the drugs numbed him most nights, but tonight, he felt restless. there was something clawing at his chest, something he couldn’t ignore. and then, as if the universe wanted to punish him, the person who haunted his thoughts, stepped outside.

you. he didn’t even have to turn to know who it was. he could always feel you before he saw you.

he had no idea when it started—this pull you had on him. maybe it was the night topper introduced you to the group, laughing and draping his arm over your shoulders like you were just another accessory. at first, rafe thought you were like every other girl that hung around—beautiful, fun, disposable.

but then you smiled at him, said his name like it mattered, like he mattered. and something inside him cracked. it wasn’t like the rush he got from a pill dissolving on his tongue or the high of a line burning through his veins. it was different. he didn’t crave you in a way he did with other girls. you were different. he just liked you.

and that terrified him.

“rafe,” you said softly, your voice cutting through the thick night air.

he didn’t dare to look at you right away. he couldn’t. he was afraid of what might show on his face if he did. instead, he focused on the waves crashing in the distance. “shouldn’t you be inside with top?” he asked, his tone carefully detached, though the words felt like poison in his mouth.

you shrugged, wrapping your arms around yourself against the cool breeze. “just don’t feel like it.”

finally, he looked at you. your eyes met his, and for a moment, the rest of the world faded away. it always did when you looked at him like that, like you could see all the dark corners of his soul and weren’t afraid of them.

you were wearing one of those simple dresses you always seemed to favor, the kind that made you look effortlessly put together. your hair was loose, framing your face, and in the dim light of the porch, you looked almost ethereal.

“you’ve been quiet lately,” you said. your voice was gentle, but there was a weight to your words, like you knew he’d been spiraling. you stepped closer, and rafe’s entire body tensed. he wanted to tell you to stop, to go back inside, to leave him alone. but he didn’t. he never could with you.

rafe laughed, a bitter sound echoing across the porch. “quite’s not really my thing, is it?”

“not really.” you tilted your head, studying him in that way you always did, like you could see right through him. it daunted him, but it also made him feel seen in a way he never had before. “you don’t have to pretend with me, you know.”

he hated how much your words got to him. hated how much he wanted to believe them. “why are you here, y/n?” he asked, his voice low.

you hesitated, both of you knew it was risky. you knew it every time you caught each others gaze from across the room, every time your conversations stretched too long, your moments together lingering on the edge of something dangerous.

but then you stepped closer, so close that he could smell the faint hint of your sweet perfume. “i don’t know,” you admitted. “but i couldn’t stay in there. not with him. not tonight.”

your words hung in the air between the two of you, heavy with implication. rafe’s heart was pounding now, a hectic rhythm that matched the chaos in his head.

“this is wrong,” he said, but even as he said it, he didn’t move away. “i know,” you whispered, gaze dropping to the ground, and for a moment, you looked so vulnerable that it made his chest ache.

rafe ran a hand through his hair, frustration bubbling just underneath the surface. “i’m not… i’m not good at this. at feeling things. at caring.”

you tilted your head, gaze soft but steady. “you care more than you let on, rafe. you just don’t want to admit it.”

your words settled over him like a weight, and for once, he didn’t push them away. because you were right. he did care. he cared too much, and it scared the hell out of him.

“do you know how messed up this is?” he said, his voice raw. “you’re with topper. he’s my friend. and you’re… you’re you.”

“and what’s that supposed to mean?” you asked.

“it means i shouldn’t feel this way,” he sighed, his voice breaking. “i shouldn’t look at you and feel like you’re the only thing keeping me from falling apart.”

you bit your lip, just standing there in silence while rafe watched you. he wanted you to say it, to acknowledge what you were both pretending wasn't happening. rafe wanted to reach for you, to pull you close and tell you that none of it mattered, that he’d walk away from everything if it meant he could keep this—keep you. but he couldn’t. because no matter how badly he wanted you, he knew he wasn’t allowed to have you.

“i don’t get it,” he admitted, his voice barely audible. “why are you even here? why me?”

you inched forward, so much he could see the faint freckles on your skin, the curve of your lips. “because i see you, rafe,” you said simply. “and i think you’re worth seeing.”

something inside him shattered then. he’d spent so long chasing highs, trying to fill the void with pills and powders and girls who didn’t mean anything. but you didn’t have to do anything. just being near you was enough.

“I don’t even need… I mean, I don’t—” he stumbled over his words, unsure how to explain what he felt. your eyes softened, and for a moment, you looked like you might cry. but you didn’t. instead, you reached out, your hand brushing against his cheek. it was the smallest touch, but it sent a shockwave through him.

rafe closed his eyes, simmering in your touch for a little while before softly grabbing your fragile wrist and putting it back, right next to your body. “you should go back inside,” he said finally, forcing the words out even though they felt like poison on his tongue.

you looked up at him, eyes shimmering with something he couldn’t quite name. for a moment, he thought you might argue, might tell him that you didn’t care about topper or the rules or how wrong it all was. but instead, you nodded.

“goodnight, rafe,” you said softly, your voice laced with a sadness that mirrored his own.

he watched you go, your figure disappearing into the glow of the party. and for the first time in a long time, rafe felt something other than numbness. it wasn’t comfort, exactly—it was too complicated, too messy for that—but it was something.

and as he stood there alone, staring out at the waves, he realized that you had become his new addiction. a dangerous one, maybe even more dangerous than the drugs. but unlike the pills and the powders, you made him feel alive.

tags: @vampteeths @rafesheaven @rafeysbangs @rafesbowbunny @rafesweetie @whinyangel @plaidcowboy @filthyrafe @figthoughts @littlelamy @fawnhart @rafesdollette @starzify @rafesangelita @cherrygirlfriend @ch6rm @inspiredangel @girlyrafe @rafespreciosa @gibson-g1rl @kissyrafe

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#something has just awoken inside me...

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˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ what are friends for?

pairing: rafe x bsf!reader synopsis: rafe helps his best friend have her first orgasm with someone. warnings/tags: smut, oral (fem. receiving) wc: 700 a/n; i’m currently working on nerd!rafe fics so here’s a reposted fic!! originally posted 08/05/2024

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you and rafe were laid down on the floor of his living room, the rug tickling the back of your neck the room littered with red solo cups, empty bottles of booze, several of vases belonging to his stepmother in pieces around the room, music still playing faintly in the distance, but the only thing you could focus on was rafe's laughter as he laid on the floor next to yours.

"hey, it's not funny!" you exclaim, but the boy simply raised his brows amusedly, making you roll your eyes, "alright, it's a little bit funny."

"thirty seconds? seriously?" rafe laughs, and you smack him gently in his chest. "next you're gonna tell me he could never even make you come."

it was just a joke, but when he looked at you and saw the aloof look on your face as you stared at the ceiling, your bottom lip between your teeth, clearly avoiding looking at your best friend, rafe gasped, knowing that he just hit the nail on the head. "really? he never made you come?"

you sighed, and turned to your best friend, a teasing expression on your face, and you just knew you'd never hear the end of this. "alright, he never made me come. are you happy?" you scoffed, hoping he'd drop it, making rafe burst out in laughter, the pout on your face becoming more and more visible, "it's not funny..."

"okay, okay, i'll stop laughing." rafe said, and like he said, the laughter in his throat slowly dying down, "only if you answer one question." he said, his head now leaning against the palm of his hand as he watched you with interest.

"alright, what is it?" you asked exasperatedly, desperately wanting out of this situation.

"how many guys have been able to do that?"

you hid your face in your hands, but rafe simply took hold of your wrists, and pulled them away from your face, forcing you to look at him in the eyes as you bit down on your lower lip, not knowing if you should lie to him or just come out and tell him the truth.

"come on, i'm your best friend, you can tell me anything."

but when you quietly whispered the word "none," and stutteringly explained that you'd only been able to do it yourself, you could see a grin take over his lips, the one you'd known for the entirety of your life, the one that told you that rafe found something interesting, challenging, something to achieve, to conquer.

rafe swore it was just something that'd happen just once, that it wouldn't change your friendship, that it was normal. still, as his fingers slid in and out of you with ease due to the arousal gushing out of you, moans slipping out of your lips while your manicured fingers were holding onto his hair, it was feeling less and less like friendship, like the closer you got to your orgasm, the more intense it got.

"rafe..." you moaned when his soft lips wrapped around your clit, drawing sensations out of you that no other guy had before, ones you'd only managed to get yourself to feel, now much more electrified by the fact that it was him touching you.

"i'm just helping my best friend..." rafe said quietly against your clit, the vibrations of his words against the sensitive spot, causing you to throw your head back as you enjoyed every sensation his mouth and hands were giving you.

and when the electric feeling inside of your stomach finally spread throughout your body as if it had been set free, you were too naive to know just how much this would change your friendship, your moans far too loud for you to hear the little mumbles of "mine..." that your best friend was whispering against your cunt.

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i love your theme !!

thank youu lovely 💗💗

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── introducing . . . fisherman's!daughter!reader 🎣 ⋆·˚ ༘ *

loves . . . fishin'. seashells. the lake. hiking. summer. tanning on the dock. the scent of pine. the neighbourhood. silver jewelry. sardine tattoos. swimming. woven yarn bracelets. s'mores by the bonfire. crabs. coca cola. mud fights. mac miller. polaroids. florida kilos. noah kahan. bass. dragon flies.

౨ৎ pogue!fisherman's!daughter!reader loves the spring because that's when her favorite fish come back around. and she has memories of her and her dad going out to the dock in early may to fish together when she was just a little kid. she actually decided to bring rafe to the same dock after they started dating, so now every spring they go back and fish all day, bringing all kinds of drinks and snacks while sitting on the sand.

౨ৎ pogue!fisherman's!daughter!reader always comes back to the lake house with bug bites all over her body after a long day of being outside and enjoying the sun. red bumps appear on her skin by dinner time as she itches the whole night, but still never puts on bug spray. she doesn't even notice when they leech onto her skin, she's too busy being in the moment before she's dragged back to the outer banks, leaving behind the lake and her love of the forest.

౨ৎ pogue!fisherman's!daughter!reader is a big daddy's girl. she's never had a bond with anyone else like she does with her daddy. most days she's working at the bait shop while her father works outside, but when business is slow she'll step out to visit and pester him. he'll be working on a motor boat just bought in to fix and she'll press random buttons and move things around. all while talkin' his ear off. she's always felt most comfortable around her daddy, so she just says whatever's on his mind. and he doesn't mind anything she does, really, that's his little girl after all.

౨ৎ pogue!fisherman's!daughter!reader is constantly getting hit on at work. she's a very charismatic person so guys will often shoot their shot with her at the counter. she'll flash a sneaky smile at them before flirting back, maybe by giggling at their jokes or looking nervously cute. but by the end of their conversation when she gets hit with a "call me" as the guy leaves, she'll forget them by the time she rings up the next customer.

works . . .

##01 pogue!fisherman's!daughter!reader meeting rafe for the first time

this is my first !reader, but feel free to req her!

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pogue!fisherman's!daughter!reader meeting rafe for the first time

cw: nothing. also like this is a scrap but enjoy (!reader moldboard here ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎)

north carolina's heat certainly killed you.

your hand swatted back and forth to cool you down as you heard a 'ding' echo through the fish shop's humid air. looking up from your phone, you see two tall guys walking in. "man i'm tellin' ya, that shit was— shit was huge," one of them exclaimed, stretching his arms out to demonstrate the sheer size of whatever he was talking about. you stood up properly, straightening your back as you turned your head to greet the customers. "welcome. if you need help with anything, lemme know." your lips turned into a shy smile, looking at both of them. the guy that had talked before smirked and spoke. "thanks sweetheart, 'think we got this." he gave you a small wink before secretly nudging his arm to his friend as they both looked at you.

you gave them a slightly confused but kind look when they breezed past you, strong cologne filling your nostrils as it masked the shop's aquatic smell. you tapped your nails against the glass of the counter, watching while they walked around each aisle. you could still hear their voices, but couldn't quite understand what they were talking about.

your phone was still open to your friend's text as she invited you to hang out after your shift. your fingers began typing a response, your eyes quickly darting up to see where those two guys were only for one of them to be right in front of you. startled, you let out a small gasp and almost let your phone slip from your hands.

he cleared his throat. "sorry, did i uh, did i scare you?" it wasn't the one that was talking to you before, it was his friend. maybe it was the heat, or maybe it was the embarrassment, but your cheeks were brushed with light pink as you tried to speak. "no, nothing like that—sorry." you looked down at the counter to see a small pack of lures and a black lighter. you first grabbed the lure, scanning it as the price popped up on the register's screen, $3.50. then, you typed in the lighter's price, knowing it well as you've worked here since you were a little kid, $7.03.

"$7.03," you look up at the guy again. his features are so sharp and charismatic, even when he has a straight face. you could see the small beads of sweat on the tips of his buzzed hair. he reaches for his wallet, and your eyes follow his sinewy arms. pulling out a ten, his arm extends before he stops abruptly. "how 'bout some bait, what's that gon' cost me?" he looks down to the containers of bait next to you.

you bite your lip, trying to hold back a smile. "on the house." you say, sliding the styrofoam container towards him. he seems to have taken the hint as he gives you a smile that shows his teeth. his eyes narrow, piercing through you.

you grab the bill from him, your fingers feeling a small piece of paper underneath too.

you hear the guy grab his items, not even waiting for you to bag them up. "y'know what, keep the change." his smooth voice runs through your ears when you look at him again. "yo top, let's go." his volume raises as he calls out for his friend, still staring right at you before breaking away from his gaze and walking out with his friend.

you were once again confused by this whole interaction. looking down at the bill, you look down at what was underneath it.

it was his number.

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warnings: pure smut. porn w/ no plot. dom / sub dynamics. degradation / man-handling. choking / breath play. adult themes.

a/n: i was just horny tbh. not entirely proofread.

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rafe loves doggy. he loves encasing your body with his large frame, overpowering you in every way. it gives him a power trip like no other; reminding both of you just how much he’s able to willingly mold you to his whim.

“take —take it.” he groans while pounding into you. his right hand fisted in your hair, left bicep wrapped around your neck. hips smacking against your ass while he snarls. you’re gasping for air, acrylics digging into his forearms. while the other hand digs into the sheets. skin damp and sticky from the fuck sesh.

“shit— i love little airhead sluts, like you.” he’d groan into your scalp, bicep tightening as your vision begins to blur. mule stilettos barely hanging on as your legs kick, knocking into his strong legs repeatedly. your nails digging harder into rafe’s skin till blood is almost drawn. wet ‘schlicks’ filling the bedroom; a white creamy ring around the base of his cock —being the cause. arousal staining the sheets and dripping on the floor near the end of the bed from the amount of arousal leaking out of you, the various orgasms and the three loads he’s already fucked into you.

rafe takes pity on you. releasing his grip on your throat and hair, watching you fall to the bed. his upper body standing straight, hand on your ass. he bends his thighs and grinds his hips into you, smirking at the way you cry out. he feels so fucking deep, his cock tearing into you. inner thighs becoming stickier as you tremble violently, whining into the sheets. makeup a mess and drool leaking from the corner of your lips.

rafe is mesmerized by the smooth span of your back. running his hands over it before harshly groping your hips. your flawless complexion enticing him to defile you. “s’too much, baby? hmm?” he mocks, giving your ass a firm smack. you whine louder, nodding your head into the sheets and turning it to the side to look at him over your shoulder. faux lashes clumped and tears dripping from your pretty fucked out eyes. your hands reach back to grip one of his; needing some comfort in the moment that he denies you.

he smacks one hand away gripping the right against your lower back; immediately repositioning himself and using his left to shove your face back into the sheets when he decides your break is long enough. knees bending further and thighs tense as he begins pounding back into you. shaky, yet, mocking chuckles slips from his pink lips when your whines turn into loud moans and cries. free hand flailing and immediately digging into the sheets to stabilize yourself. body overwhelmed, yet feeling completely euphoric. mind fuzzy and only filled with thoughts of rafe.

“that’s too bad,” he mocks once more. his harsh breathing getting heavier. “stupid, little girls like you are made for one thing.” he continues, pressing your face deeper into the mattress and cutting off your supply of air. your body trembling from his consistent assault; you love every second of it.

he leans his body down to whisper in your ear. hand still gripping your wrist against your back while the hand against your face moves next to it. letting you reposition your face to the side and take a big gasp of air; feeling his nose nuzzle against your cheekbone as he presses a sloppy wet kiss on your cheek. he adores his fuck doll. his strong chest pressed against your back as he positions his body to lay over you and stabilize his pounding. “but you, baby. yeah… you were made just for one thing especially.” his voice is shaky as he groans into your ear; breathing heavy and harsh grunts leaving him. his strong body completely overpowering you.

“you were made just for me; to be my fucktoy. so quit your fuckin’ whining and let me take what’s mine.”

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a/n: damn. need that.

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nye party blurb i forgot to post... whoops!

cw: smut, fem!reader, rough sex, teasing, spit play, unprotected p in v sex, both are under the influence so.. non-con..? i was watching euphoria and took inspo from nate 'n cassie in s2e1, (not proofread!!!)

you sat on the curb of a gas station, eating a donut as you self-wallowed on new year's eve, terrific. you stared at the ground, thinking of how the fuck you were going to get home when a pair of shoes appeared next to you. "'sup y/n," a deep male voice said, a familiar one. you look up at them with a frown as rafe nods his head, handing you an already opened beer. "need somethin' to wash that down?" you extend your hand, grabbing the bottle. you hold it up to your face, trying to examine it, though it was difficult considering you were already wasted. one more drink wouldn't hurt. "hi, thanks." your voice is muffled by the food in your mouth as you take a sip from the bottle, swallowing the remnants of your snack. "what are you doin' tonight?" rafe asked casually, but you stare at him questioningly for a second, sensing that he wanted something. you and rafe cameron do not 'casually talk'. matter of fact, you don't even remember the last time he even looked at you. so for him to now be offering you beer and asking questions, this was weird. "i was s'posed to go to this party with my friend, but we got into this big fight." you let out a quiet sigh, your eyes wandering at the damp ground again. "so now i'm here." rafe studied you. he saw your drunk and forlorn behavior and he knew he couldn't just leave you here. he clenched his jaw, digging into the pocket of his pants and grabbing his keys. "why don't i give you a ride?"

the roaring music from outside the bathroom trumped your sweet moans as rafe's fingers lodged down your throat as he thrusts into you, saliva coating them up to his rough knuckles. your head thumped against the wooden door with every push of his hips. trying to get support, your hands find their way to his broad shoulders, your nails digging into his flesh. rafe kissed and licked every inch of your collarbone and neck, fluttering subtle hickey's on you that you wouldn't notice until later. "what a slut," rafe whispered in your ear, taunting you. " y' can't help yourself, can you?" he took his fingers out, bringing them down to your clit. he pressed them down on your already soaking cunt, rubbing it in circles at a gruelingly slow pace. you threw your head back, unable to give a coherent response. "answer me." you nodded your head, your moans cutting off with every thrust rafe gave. "m-mhm!" he looked down, seeing you take all of his length as he smiled. he grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look down at it too. "see how good you take me, baby? yeah, makes you feel good, doesn't it?" his sexual and playful banter took you over the edge as you felt the pleasure from both rafe's cock and fingers hit you. your hold on his shoulders tightened, your orgasm approaching soon. "g'na cum for me?" he asked, feeling his also coming. you bit your lip, trying to suppress your noises as you came. it hit so overwhelmingly hard as rafe pushed his cock into your cunt a few more times, his hips stuttering and releasing inside of you. rafe could feel your release and spit on his fingers as he looked at you, bringing his hand up again and putting them in his mouth.

"don't tell my sister about us."

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jerking off season 1 frat!rafe in the bathroom at a party, after he begs you for some yayo

cw: frat!rafe x barry’s sister!reader, drug abuse, mentions of coke, manipulation, dubcon, sub!rafe, handjob, degradation

“Cameron. What do you want?” you raised your brows as the blonde boy approached you. He looked like he’d already had his fill of cheap beer, a faint glint of desperation in his hazy blue eyes. “You know what I want,” he said, a little too loudly, his voice cracking, “I just—I need something. Just a little.”

You tilted your head, smirk widening. You were Barry’s little sister, but everyone who knew you quickly learned you weren’t just an accessory to your brother’s business. You were your own type of crazy—sharper, quieter, and definitely more dangerous.

“Oh, now you need me,” you laughed, voice dripping with mock sweetness. You set your drink down, crossing your arms. “You owe my brother, Rafe. What makes you think you’re getting anything from me without paying up first?”

Rafe ran a hand through his messy blond hair, his confidence cracking. “I’ll pay him back. I swear. I—I really need it tonight, y/n. Please.” You chuckled, actually finding amusement in his despair. “Oh, so you’re begging me now?”

“I’m serious,” he said, leaning closer, his voice low and frantic. “I’ll do whatever. Just—help me out here.” You watched him for a long moment, dark eyes gleaming with amusement. Rafe Cameron, Kildare’s golden boy, was practically on his knees for you. And you weren’t about to let that opportunity slip through your fingers.

“Whatever, huh?” You repeated, your voice soft but dripping with something dangerous. You grabbed his wrist, tugging him through the crowd and up the stairs. The music and noise faded as you reached the second floor, pulling him into the small, dimly lit bathroom and locking the door.

Rafe’s pulse was pounding, a mix of anticipation and unease swirling in his chest. “So…?” he prompted, licking his lips. You leaned against the sink, pulling a small baggie out of your back pocket. You dangled it in front of him, smile wicked, his eyes glistening. “You still want it?”

“Yes,” he said immediately, his voice pleading. “Well,” you said, tucking the bag back into your pocket. “This isn’t charity, Cameron. If you can’t pay my brother back in cash, you’ll have to pay me another way.”

Rafe blinked, his mind pure chaos. “What… what do you mean?” You stepped closer, smile widening as you grabbed the front of his shirt and tugged him down to your level. “Use your imagination.” Rafe froze, his breath hitching. For a moment, all he could do was stare at you, his hazy brain struggling to process.

But the longer he hesitated, the more your smile twisted, growing impatient. “No,” Rafe interrupted as you reached for the door again, his voice barely above a whisper. “No, I’ll… I’ll do it. Whatever you want.” You grinned, eyes gleaming with victory. “That’s what I thought.”

You shoved him against the sink, your movements confident, almost aggressive. Rafe barely had time to process before your lips were on his, the taste of alcohol and something sweet flooding his senses. At first he couldn’t believe it, his dealer’s sister kissing all over him. And he would be lying if he said that he hadn’t imagined it before, he did, but this was way better.

Pulling away, you looked at Rafe, who was still leaning heavily against the porcelain, his chest rising and falling like he'd just ran a marathon. His glazed blue eyes were wide, showing confusion and desperation.

You let the silence linger, enjoying the way he squirmed under your gaze. Then, with a low chuckle, you straightened your posture. "Unbuckle your pants," you ordered, your tone as casual as if you’d just asked him to pass you a drink. Rafe blinked, his brows knitting together. “Wha-what?"

"You heard me." You stepped closer, your small frame radiating an aura of dominance that made Rafe's stomach twist in ways he didn't entirely understand. "You said you'd do whatever, didn't you? So, go on. Prove it." His breath hitched, his hands fumbling at his belt as his brain tried to catch up with his body. The need—the raw craving—for what you had in your pocket was overpowering any sense of pride or self worth Rafe had. He was a mess, and you knew it.

You watched him struggle, your smirk widening. When he finally managed to undo the buckle and let his jeans sag around his hips, you took another step closer, your fingers grazing the waistband of his boxers. Rafe shuddered at the contact, his knees threatening to give out.

"You're so pathetic," you whispered, voice dripping with amusement as your hand slid lower, pressing against his hard cock through the thin fabric. "Look at you. Begging like a little puppy. Is this how you always are, Cameron? Or am I just special?"

Rafe didn't answer. He couldn't. His breath came in shallow gasps as your fingers worked him teasingly slow over his boxers, before finally slipping underneath it. He let out a shaky whimper, his head tipping back against the wall as your finger grazed his leaking tip. You laughed softly, a sound that sent a shiver down his spine. You were in complete control, and you loved every second of it. Maybe even more than you liked to admit.

"You're so easy," you teased, your hand wrapping around the base of his thick shaft and pumping him in a steady rhythm, Rafe biting his lip to stifle the noises that were threatening to spill out. "All that talk, all that attitude... but deep down, you're just a desperate little boy, aren't you?"

He let out a broken sound, somewhere between a groan and a whimper, his hands gripping the edge of the sink to keep himself upright while your hand sped up. Your touch was relentless, and your smirk never dropping as you watched him unravel underneath you.

"God, you're pathetic," you said again, laced with mockery. "Letting me jerk you off for some fucking yayo." Rafe growled, “Fuck you.” You let out a laugh, his sudden back talk leaving you unimpressed, “Now you wanna act all big ‘n bad with me? Shit, Rafe. You’re even more miserable than I thought.”

Rafe couldn’t hold back any longer, the urge to resist you was long gone as his hips jerked forward, thrusting himself into your hand. “Fuck..I’m gonna—“ It didn't take long for Rafe to completely lose himself, his body trembling as he released all over your hand. The white spurts of his cum covering your soft digits. You pulled back just as he collapsed against the sink, his legs barely holding him up.

You grabbed a paper towel, wiping your hands with a casualness that made Rafe's cheeks burn with embarrassment. Then, you leaned in close, your lips brushing against his ear. "Now, that wasn't so hard, was it?" You whispered, slipping the baggie of coke into his hand.

As you unlocked the door and slipped out of the bathroom, leaving him to collect himself, you couldn't help but feel satisfied. This definitely wasn’t the last time you two crossed paths and maybe both of you were more than fine with that.

tags: @rafesbangs @rafeslacy @littlelamy @pintrestgrl @starkeyssprincess @gibson-g1rl @vampteeths @kissyrafe @bambiangels @beausling @figthoughts @starzify

[kissyrafe]

sex with rafe but you're taunting him as a trick for him to get more aggressive w it

cw: smut, fem!reader, rough sex, teasing/taunting, jealousy sex, unprotected p in v sex, friends w/ benefits, mirror sex, i think i'm in love with over-the-counter sex, (not proofread!!!)

"i don't know what game you're tryna play right now-" rafe sounded pissed off as he dragged you by your arm into the bathroom. "but cut it out." he stared at you as you leaned against the marble counter, back pressing into the cold stone. he pierced through you with just a look, enough to make your knees weak.

"what game? i don't know what you're talking about." you smiled impishly, playing with the hem of your jean mini skirt. the truth was, you were oh so loving 'the game'. you saw how rafe stared at you the whole night as you flirted with another guy in the group. touching his arms and chest, leaning against him, everything. it was all to get a rise out of rafe, knowing he doesn't like it when you're around other guys; as if it mattered.

to clear it up, rafe and you are not together by any means. from the start of this "relationship", it was apparent that both of you were only looking to relieve yourselves sexually. there were to be no emotional connections. but still, you both can't help but feel slightly jealous when the other one is with someone else.

"cut the bullshit." rafe stepped closer to you, now peering down at your figure. "don't think i didn't see you basically throwing yourself at him." he scoffed, biting the inside of his cheek from frustration. rafe hated seeing you treat other guys the way he wanted only you to treat him. but obviously, he couldn't just come out and say it, that would mean you had something over him, which he hated even more; feeling weak.

"like i said," you adjusted yourself on the counter and stood on your toes, your mouth now leveled with rafe's ear, "i don't know what you're talking about," you whispered softly. rafe let out a small laugh, his voice velvety smooth. his large arms traveled to either side of you, making sure you went nowhere.

the tension and silence were so, very, hot. neither of you said anything as you stared into each other's eyes. this was a battle. swallowing the clump in your throat, you felt rafe's hand travel down under your skirt and to the plush skin of your thigh, inching closer to your core. "do you think he can satisfy you like i do?" he asked smugly, feeling the soaked fabric of your panties.

"oh rafe," you sigh, a smile creeping onto your face "i know he can make me feel so much better than you do."

"wanna make that bet?"

your weak hands gripped the edge of the counter as rafe pounded into you from behind. small moans escaped your mouth and filled the room, along with the sound of light skin slapping. "do you still think he fucks better than me?" rafe demanded, knowing the answer already. but what he forgot was that you can be more stubborn than him.

you nod your head, looking at rafe through the mirror as he frowns. "s-s'. much. b-better." you stutter out as you feel rafe going faster, your eyes shutting. he scoffed, sensing your bluff. his calloused hand came to your neck, squeezing around you tighter with every thrust into your sweet cunt.

"just admit it, y'know you want ta." he smirked, seeing how fucked out you were already. it never took long to make you release and succumb. rafe knew for a fact you'd never find anyone better than him, or at least anyone better at fucking you than him. maybe it was the way you would squirm as he entered you, or your sweet, delicate, moans and whimpers that flowed out your mouth like symphonies.

your walls wrapped around rafe's dick, lewd noises appearing with every push he made into you. at this point you could barely even hold yourself up. he made your whole body weak as you were fucked senseless by him.

it drove rafe mad how you successfully made him jealous, how you had a hold on him. i mean really, the kook king was jealous of some lowly guy who didn't know jack shit about you or the secret places on your body that would make you limp. he knew it was a mistake to just treat you like a fling because he wanted you to just be his.

"you can fuck, but you can't make a girl feel good," you choked out, knowing how to push his buttons. "is that so?" rafe merely took that as a sign to slow down his thrusts, but he only went in deeper. you could practically feel his cock bulging into your stomach from how far he went. your mouth hung open as you moaned, eyes swelling with tears from pleasure. you felt it to your core. "i'm the only one that can make this pussy feel good, yeah?"

you felt your orgasm build from rafe's low thrusts as he hurried his pace again, his orgasm approaching too. "r-rafe, i-i..." you fell incoherent and unable to form any real thoughts. "sweet thing is 'boutta cum all over m' cock," rafe was amused seeing you like this, so raw and flushed from pleasure. "c'mon, show me how this dick feels, tell me." with his hand still around your neck, he made you look at him again through the mirror. "d'ya see how you look? all 'cause of me?"

"c-cumming, rafe! pleaseplease!" you felt your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you came undone all over rafe's cock, much to his enjoyment. you felt his thrusts stutter as his seed poured into you, making your body surge with pleasure and warmth.

rafe slowly pulled out of you, making you feel so... empty. he turned you around to face him as he tried catching his breath. you looked at him with tired eyes when his hand went up to your face, holding one of your cheeks softly. "don't ever use a guy to make me fuck you again, or i won't go gentle. alright?"

[kissyrafe]