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stargrltara · 2 months

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‘Who Really Cares..?‘

MINI SERIES BLURB

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warnings | This series will contain:

toxic enemies with benefits, mentions of dub con + light smut, physical and mental abuse, manipulation, dark themes, fluff + angst, (will add more warnings if needed)

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It started at a party. You met Rafe, he was charming as per usual. He is a kook prince, so it wasn’t really surprising. After a few drinks, before you knew it, you were in his mansion, in his bedroom hooking up.

It was unintentional. You didn’t think that one hook up would lead to you two being friends with benefits.

But who really cares..?

Could you even call it friends? I mean. He was a total complete douche.

For example, after you guys fucked he would get up like nothing happened and put his clothes back on. Usually he would hop in the shower for a long 20 minutes and expect you to be gone.

On other occasions, he would fall asleep; even when you fell asleep with him, he didn’t really mind it as he knew you’d be gone in the morning anyways.

Sometimes he would call you over just to rant. His rants usually consisted of his father and/or random girls he was with which he had broken up with in the span of weeks or even says. Then that rant would lead to heavy sex which would only be for his benefit.

Whenever you wanted him over, you’d always pick out your favourite lace sets to show off to him.

It’s not like you liked him like that, it’s just that it’s sometimes comforting to have a males opinion on your lingerie and how sexy you look on a scale from 1-10.

Your parents were semi-rich. Your mum was a kook and your dad was a pogue. Even though you lived on figure eight, you sometimes enjoyed going down to the cut to go and hang out with your other friends. (Who Rafe didn’t like) but who really cares..?

Your most favourite thing to do was to go to parties with your friends from both tribes, Kooks and Pogues. And when you did, it was fucking fantastic.

Yeah, you loved to have an excuse to get ready and look hot as shit but you also loved getting wasted at parties.

Though, this particular party kinda didn’t go to plan.

You didn’t know Rafe would be there.

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NOTE: this is my first mini series !! sorry if it’s bad i’m open to any constructive criticism. pls pls pls like and tell me if i should carry this on. i’m so excited to write the rest!! <33

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#obx imagine #rafe smut #rafe x reader #rafe cameron angst #rafe cameron series #fwb #rafe cameron #obx fic #dark rafe cameron #outer banks #mini series #rafe cameron blurb

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stargrltara · 2 months

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pls can we get fwb rafe i NEED

omg yes?? i feel like fwb!rafe would be such a douchebag, like he'd tell you everything you want to hear while he's inside of you but as soon as he's finished, he's like "alright, you gotta dip" and what's crazy is he makes it clear he doesn't want you but doesn't want anyone to have you

"Fuck, I'm about to-" Rafe groaned on top you, biceps on either side of your head as he rocked his hips violently into yours, the headboard banging viciously against the wall, leaving an even deeper dent than last time.

His head was thrown back, neck on display as your hands roamed his back, clawing at the skin like a feral cat. The feeling of your nails digging into his flesh had the man fucking you harder, his head dropping down as he looked into your eyes.

Sweat dripping from the ends of his hair and onto your forehead but you couldn't care less, revelling you ecstasy even more when his face began to twist in the best way possible. The man on top of you slammed himself further into you, hitting places that made your back arch as he let out a deep, raspy sigh, the feeling of him releasing inside of you making you shudder.

You expected him to keep going until you reached the same high but it was only seconds before his hips were slowing and he was pulling out, kneeling in between your legs as heavy breaths left his lips, a cocky smile on his face.

All you could do was pout, sitting up slightly on your elbows. "Are you fucking serious?"

"What?" He shrugged, climbing off of the bed. You pulled the bed sheet up against your chest and turned on your side to face him.

"You know the whole point of this is for both of us to come, right? And as far I'm concerned, there's still an ache between my legs."

"Who said that shit?" He chuckled, pulling his underwear and jeans back up his legs, fiddling with the belt around his waist. You simply scoffed and rolled your eyes, throwing the bed sheet off of you to get up and pick up your phone from the nightstand. "I'm just fuckin' with you, alright? I got you next time."

Now it was you who was chuckling, looking down at your phone as you spoke, still completely naked. "Next time." You mocked, turning the device off and looking around the room for your scattered garments. You didn't miss the shadow of Rafe's frame rounding the bed to stand near you. "Where'd you throw my bra?"

"It's hanging from the lamp." He motioned his head in the direction of the piece of clothing dangling from the light shade. "Why are you in such a hurry?"

"I have a date, not that it's any of your business..." You muttered absentmindedly, struggling to clasp the bra together.

Suddenly, a finger was going under the bra and in between your breasts as soon as you'd clasped it together, Rafe using the material to pull you in closer until your toes were touching and you looked up at the man in question, his blue eyes squinted as he glared down at you, almost analyzing you.

"Oh, you're deadass."

"...Why wouldn't I be?" You replied back. Rafe stared you down for a few moments before walking towards the nightstand, finger still hooked under your bra as he used the hold to walk you backwards until the back of your thighs hit the nightstand. "What're you doing?" You asked as the boy reached for your phone, unlocking it with ease. You never gave him your password. "Rafe-"

"Dylan says he can't wait to see you." He read the message, tone dripping with sarcasm. "I think we should call Dylan." He threatened, thumb moving across the screen as you reached for it, but he just held it out of your reach and all you could do was stand by, hearing the call ring faintly as the man held the device to his ear.

"What the hell is wrong with you-"

"Heyy, Dylan right?" Rafe drug out. "Listen, Y/n can't make it tonight. She's having a little trouble walking at the moment, you can blame me for that, I get a little rough as she likes to say." He told the boy on the other end, your jaw dropping as you slapped his chest and continued trying to pull his arm down to take the phone. "But hey, at least I took her off your hands for the night. It was nice talking to you buddy but I'm going to block your number right now, no hard feelings alright? You have a nice night, Dylan." Was the last thing he said before ending the call and presumably blocking the guy's number and handing you your phone back.

His finger unhooked itself from your bra as he walked away to grab his shirt and slide it on. You stood starstruck, phone in hand as you eyed him walking around. "You are actually the fucking worst. Do you know that?"

Rafe simply walked over to you with a hazy smile on his lips, planting his warm hands on your waist. He enveloped you in a heated kiss, tongue slipping past your lips and playing with your own before pulling back, looking you up and down. "Get dressed and sneak out the back, I gotta meet Top soon." He demanded, slapping your bare ass and stepping back from you. "And I'm still dripping down your leg."

©loveharlow.

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