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Obsessed

Summary; In which you find out Rafe has been stalking you so you take control.

Warnings; swearing, arguing, smut; Fingering, oral male!receiving, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, semi public sex, praise kink.

Part Two!

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You had spotted him about an hour ago. Hooded eyes and stolen glances from him for the whole time told you that he was watching you.

How he knew you were here, you had no idea.

You had been spotting him everywhere you were lately. Deep down you knew that he was following you; perhaps stalking- but you hadn’t said anything, yet.

“That guy has been staring at you, all night,” Clair, your friend, tells you. She’s nodding towards Rafe- and although she doesn’t know who he is, you’re very aware.

Rafe Cameron is very frequently in your life. Although you don’t talk to him much, he’s around your house quite a lot to hang out with your brother, Topper. You’re not really interested in him- he’s always seemed so stuck up to you, exactly like your brother. Every attempt he’s had at trying to talk to you has been firmly stopped by yourself- you want nothing to do with him. It’s bad enough that he’s around all the time at your house- and now he’s turning up everywhere you are?

He seems to only want to pay attention to you, not trying to hide the fact he’s staring but never coming over and talking- just observing from a distance. You had pondered the fact that he was looking out for you- only just having turned ‘21’- fake ID’s worked wonders- and that you were out parting more- but as he continued to turn up, you knew that wasn’t it.

If he wanted something to do with you- then he’d have to do so. You weren’t going to initiate whatever he wanted to happen.

“I know. I’ve seen him too.” Clair gasps, slapping your shoulder as she dances in front of you to How Deep Is Your Love by Calvin Harris.

“Bitch, you should go talk to him!” You laugh, shaking your head at her. You’ve only known Clair for around six months- meeting her through college. Yet the whole time she’s known you- every time she’s invited you out, she’s tried to get you with a different guy.

“What? Why not?” You take her hand as the song ends, leading her over to the table with the rest of your friends- Macy and Ruth. They’re chatting about what drinks to get when you both come over.

“I’ll go get drinks, what does everyone want?” You say, trying to leave the conversation with Clair behind. They all relay you their orders and you head to the bar, eyeing the spot where Rafe Cameron was last you checked.

He’s not there. You silently hope that he’s gone, done stalking you. Once you reach the bar, you order your drinks.

“Two pornstar martinis, one coke and vodka and a lemonade please.” The bartender nods, making your drinks and putting them on a tray for you. He tells you the price and you’re pulling out your card to pay when you feel a presence beside you.

“Put them on my tab. Cameron.”

Oh for gods fucking sake-

“Okay, all done.” The bartender says, pushing your tray toward you. You take it, spinning and walking back to your table.

If this was his way to initiate a conversation with you- it was a terrible one. He obviously wasn’t doing this watching thing very well because if he had, he would have known that you hate- and fucking absolutely hate when things are paid for when you have your own money.

“Don’t I get a thanks?” You hear him ask, and you turn to look at him. He’s got his hands shoved in his pockets, a grin on his face. It’s sheepish almost- like he knows you know what he’s up to.

In reality, you don’t know the half of it.

Rafe Cameron had a problem. A big one. And that problem was you. He couldn’t get you off his mind no matter how hard he tried. You took up the majority of his time and brain and he was infuriated. He just had to know why.

So naturally, he began following you. Observing. Some would say stalking. He preferred not to.

He knew you knew that he was following you.

“If this is your fabulous plan of getting me to talk to you, it’s not going to work. Have a nice night.” You turn back around, walking to your table. You place the drinks on the table, everyone thanking you.

You don’t even get to sit down before he’s approaching you again, shoulders set back and hands out of pockets.

Clairs eyes widen as she nods her head towards him, and then at you, grinning. She makes a motion with her hands, one a circle and the other just her finger, joining them together.

You want to fucking punch her.

“Can I talk to you?” He asks, leaning against the table. Your friends are gawking, looking between the two of you. Almost like they can’t believe someone like him wants to talk to someone like you.

“I don’t really want to, thanks for asking though.” You respond, shrugging as you sit and take a sip of your lemonade.

“Yeah, no actually- we, us three have to go!” Ruth announces, patting herself down and standing. She glared at the other two who don’t catch on for a second before they stand, all three downing their drinks.

You open your mouth, about to speak- when Ruth pats your arm. “You’ll be okay getting home right?” She swipes her eyes toward Rafe for a second, who’s taking the seat across from you, before looking back. You have no choice but to say yes, grimly waving them goodbye as your three closest friends abandon you.

You turn back to Rafe, who’s sat drumming his nanda on the table in the most leisurely way as if he hasn’t just caused your friends to leave.

Once he notices your attention is on him, he grins at you.

“You happy now?” Your voice is dripping with sarcasm.

“Quite, yeah. Very pleased with myself.” You’re aware that this is your first proper conversation with him, where you’re actually responding instead of just saying no to whatever he’s said to you first- even if it is still you being sarcastic as hell.

“I bloody hope you are, ruining my night out with my friends.”

Rafe raises an eyebrow at you. “Last time I checked, you were 18, not old enough to be here.” You sneer at him, taking a sip of your drink.

“Yeah because you’re 21 too, totally.”

Rafe snorts, eyes darting across your face as you reach a hand up to scratch the side of your nose.

“So what do you want, Cameron?” You ask, hand leaving your face to come down and swirl the straw around in your drink. Right now, you’re wishing that it was an alcoholic drink instead of shitty lemonade. You need it to get through this godforsaken conversation.

“Do you want the truth or do you want me to lie?”

“Depends on which one is better.”

Silence surrounds the two of you. You look up at your brothers best friend, and he’s staring right back- yet he’s not really there, obviously thinking about something.

You’re thinking too- wondering about what he could want to tell you. You’re also thinking about the way he’s been around for weeks, following you- watching- and you want to ask him about why. What he thinks he’s doing following you around.

So you do. “Why have you been stalking me?”

“You’re all I can think about.” You both say, simultaneously- and it takes you at least several seconds before you process what he actually said.

You’re all I can think about? What the hell? What does he mean by that?

“What do you mean by that?” You question, taking another drink of your lemonade. You’re thinking- is that why he’s been following you? Because you’re on his mind? Or you’re on his mind because he’s been following you?

He raps his knuckles against the table, and you watch the way his ring shines against the lights of the club.

“I can’t get you out my head and I don’t know why.”

Your eyes meet his own and they’re searching your face, as if looking for the answer.

“You’re delusional.” You scoff. Why the hell he’d be obsessed with you, you have no idea. You’re just you.

The more you think about it, the more infuriated you get. He’s been following you this whole time yet can’t give you a straight answer as to why?

“I’m going home,” you tell him, shaking your head at the way he only nods. You don’t know why you were hoping for- and you’re confused as to why you’re wishing it was more than what you just got- but you’re not about to sit here and let him obsess over you anymore.

He doesn’t deserve it.

You grab your purse and stand up from the table, pulling your lip between your teeth. Rafe watches the action, jaw clenching and head turning so he doesn’t have to look at you anymore.

“I’d appreciate it if you stopped turning up everywhere I go, now.” You tell him, before leaving.

It’s winter, so when you step outside it’s cold. Your slim black dress doesn’t really help you combat the coldness and you shiver as you reach your car, hands fumbling in your purse for your keys. You unlock it and you’re about to slide in- thank god you didn’t drink tonight, you think now- because you’re happy to be driving in your own car instead of getting an Uber- when you hear footsteps approaching.

You dig into your purse for your pocket knife- something your brother had given you as a present- to protect yourself- and flick it out. It’s nearly midnight and you’re not taking any chances.

You spin, knife in hand, looking for whoever the fuck is trying to fuck with you. There’s only two other cars in the small car park and they’re at the other side from you so no one has to walk near you unless they’re trying something.

You can’t say you’re really surprised to see Rafe.

“Shit, fucking idiot.” You curse at him, lowering your knife. He raises his arms in self defence as you close the knife, shoving it back in your purse. You shiver, wrapping your arms around yourself.

“What do you want, Rafe?” You ask. He stands a few feet in front of you, seeming pretty fucking warm and smug in his jacket.

“I can’t let you go like this.” You scowl, shaking your head at him.

“I don’t have time for your stupid shit, Rafe, I nearly stabbed you! Go home.” You turn around and open your car door, only for Rafe to close it. You feel his breath on your neck and you shiver, this time not from the cold. His other hand comes at the other side of your head, caging you in.

You turn, looking up at him.

“What the fuck do you want?” You ask, voice just above a whisper. It’s hard to completely focus from how he’s looking at you, licking his lips- eyes grazing down your figure and stopping at the hem of your dress- which, in fairness- you know is too tight, and every time you wear it, it rides up because of how tight it is, even when you’re walking- but you’re too stubborn to throw it away- and now, Rafe is staring at the way it’s almost up your thighs, exposing too much.

You reach a hand down to pull at it- but he stops you.

“You. I want you.” He looks between your legs and you lips, and then your eyes- before pressing in, all at once. His lips to yours, a leg between your own.

The kiss is fast. There’s nothing slow about it- and by the way his waist presses against your stomach- and you can feel everything- he’s been wanting this for ages.

It takes you a few seconds to respond. You’re mentally debating wether this is what you want to happen- when you realise that you’re already turned on just from the way he’s kissing you.

You reach your hands up to his chest, grasping at his shirt as he pulls away from your lips, moving down to your neck. A whine leaves your throat at the way his fingers move your hair out of the way and he latched on straight away- taking full advantage of your whines as his knee presses into you further.

A door opens somewhere and you push Rafe off you- despite how nice it felt- and recompose yourself as a couple heads out to their car and climbs inside.

It’s the reality check you need- you were really about to let him fuck you?

You think not.

If anyone was in charge, it was you. You deserved it after the shit he had been pulling recently.

You wipe your mouth, looking up at him. His eyes are glazed over and there’s a smirk on his face. He thinks he’s got you right where he wants you- but he couldn’t be more wrong.

The other car leaves the car park and as soon as it does, Rafe is trying to advance on you again- but you plant your hands on his chest, stopping him.

“The back of my car is much warmer,” you breathe, shimmying out of the way and opening the back door of your car. You climb in, laying down on the seat as he follows in behind you. His lips are straight on your own, blocking you in on the seats. You bring your hands up to his face, slowly leaning upward so you can push him into a sitting position. You climb on his lap, lips never leaving his own as your hands push your dress up around your waist so the hemline doesn’t cut into your thighs.

Rafe’s hands are straight to your thighs, dancing his fingers all over them before they settle on the inside, pulling back from the kiss to look at you.

“You gonna be a good girl and let me have you?” He asks, voice gruff.

You giggle, bringing a hand up to his face. He looks confused- like he wasn’t expecting anything other than yes.

“Oh Rafe, you’re so naive. After the shit you’ve pulled the last few weeks? You really think I’m gonna give you what you want? No, not today. You’re my bitch.”

His mouth opens and closes, like he’s lost for the words to say to you.

You take your hand from his face, grabbing one of his own that is sat on your thing and leading it down to your panties. They’re slightly wet, and you moan as he presses into you.

“Make me cum,” you demand and he nods his head almost instantly, pushing your panties to the side. His fingers gather in your slick, circling your clit a few times which makes your hips buck forward.

“Yeah, you like that?” He asks and you glare at him, hand coming forward to grasp his jaw.

“If I wanted your input, I would have asked for it.” Your other hand slides down to his, pushing his hand further down your cunt so his fingers push into your hole. You sink down into them, relishing in how nice the small stretch feels after so long since you last had something since you.

He begins to move his fingers in and out of you, slowly at first as you lean into his neck, arms wrapping around him to keep yourself from moving about so much. You’re whimpering and whining in his ear, beginning to bring yourself down on his fingers as your high starts to draw closer.

“You’re doing so good for me, so good.” You tell him and he groans- and you feel his other hand slip off your thigh.

You pull back, observing the way his eyes watch you slide down on his fingers, which are covered in your slick- and how his lips are slightly parted. His own hand is palming himself through his pants and you tut.

“I don’t think I said you could do that, did I?” He sakes his head and you pull his hand away, placing it back on your thigh.

Your legs begin to slightly tremble as your high draws closer- the way his fingers begin to curl into you and his other hand comes to your clit, circling it.

You let out a vulgar moan, feeling those last few seconds of your climb coming and you manage to tell him: “M’ gunna cum.”

Rafe nods, watching as your eyes scrunch up and your head falls back, a lewd whine slipping out at a final flick of your clit and a curl of his fingers which sends you down the spiral, heat heaving and legs shaking as you work your way through your orgasm. His fingers keep you going, stretching out your orgasm.

He’s obviously eager to please.

You slide off his fingers, grabbing his hand and bringing them up to his mouth. He takes them in, tasting your arousal.

Your fingers scrape at his pants, unbuttoning them and pulling the zipper as well as the pants down his legs. He springs up against his stomach, pre cum leaking out of the top.

You ghost your hands over his top, eying the way he bites his lip. Had been in charge he’d have told you to stop messing around.

Rafe still couldn’t believe he was being bossed around like this. Especially by you.

“You want me to touch you?” You ask and he nods his head, eyes pleading. You smile, spitting onto your hand before wrapping it around him.

He whines, low and heavy, head thrown back against the seat. He’s already keening at your touch- obviously very affected by you.

“You gonna be a good boy for me and let me jerk you off?” You question him- feeling his dick twitch in your hand at the question.

Does he?

“You gonna be my pretty boy?” You asks, testing the waters. He groans and his dick twitches again, hands clawing at his thighs.

He does.

You grin. Rafe Cameron has a praise kink.

You begin to move your hand up and down his dick, leaning back on his legs. You let your thumb swipe over his tip, taking the precum from it and spreading it over his dick, slowly gaining speed.

“Let me know when you’re close, sweet boy.” You whisper, leaning forward to mouth at his exposed neck. He’s trying to be quiet, but the way you’re talking to him is making it so very hard.

He fucking loves praise. He swears he could cum from someone calling him pretty boy alone- and you’d figured that out.

You swipe your thumb over his tip again and he groans, hands itching to touch you. It’s embarrassing how fast he’s going to cum- mostly from your words of praise and the fact that he’s actually starting to like this whole bottom thing.

“Gonna cum for me baby? Be a good boy?” Your words bring him closer to his climax and he grasps your waist, fingers digging in to the flesh there.

“Close, so close.” He warns you, and you give him one more tug before pulling away completely.

It’s safe to say Rafe is shocked. What the fuck?

He was so close to coming.

“Not yet.” You tell him, shifting up in your legs to line him up with your entrance. He’s angry, all the more prepared to fucking flip you around and press you into the seat, and fuck the shit out of you.

But he doesn’t- because you’re sliding down into him so sweetly, nails digging into his shoulders as you feel the stretch.

“You feel so good, so good,” you whisper, sitting still for a second to let the stretch settle.

“Not gonna last long if you keep saying stuff like that,” Rafe groans, and you take his face in your hand.

“You’re not gonna cum until I say so, got it?” He finds himself nodding at you and you smile in triumph, before lifting up and slamming down on him once.

The both of you moan, loving the sensation of being linked together. You bring his face towards yours, placing your lips onto his and beginning to find a pattern on his dick.

Rafe begins to moan particularly loud and his dick begins to twitch inside you- high even more sensitive at the fact that he nearly came before- and now he was inside you, something he had dreamed of since he had become infatuated by you.

Yet this feels so, so much better.

He can’t wait to have control of you. He will, he knows he will. He also knows that he wants this to happen again.

You clench around him and he bucks his hips up into you, fingers creating crescent shaped bruises on your hips.

“We’re gonna cum together okay? Hold it for me like a good boy.” You say, moving faster. You’re also close, maybe a few more thrusts- because it’s your second orgasm- and you whine, high and loud as you feel the edge closing in on you.

“Gonna cum,” he tells you, dick twitching inside of you before his seed releases- you following straight after. You still, chest heaving and hands trembling. You lean them on his shoulders as his lips press against your own, post orgasm, to give you some comfort.

You can feel yours and his cum seeping down, despite him still being in you.

“That was- something else.” Rafe breaks the silence and you nod your head, agreeing. This is not how you saw tonight going, at all.

You can’t complain though.

You slide off him, reaching behind you into the cubby box for some tissues which you wipe at his cum with before pushing your panties back.

Rafe’s hand wraps around your throat, having gathered himself- thinking of all the possibilities of what he could do to get you back. It was safe to say that his obsession had only grown worse now he knew how you felt, how you tasted.

“Don’t think this is going to happen all the time, doll. When we get back to my place I’m going to fuck the shit out of you.”

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