#Rafe Cameron x Nurse!Reader

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STOP IT RAFE, YOU'RE BEING MEAN! — RAFE CAMERON

pairing; bestfriend!rafe cameron x fem!reader

summary; rafe has a strict rule that if you ever leave anywhere, you tell him. and when you break that rule, he goes ballistic (bsf!rafe cameron x reader)

warnings ; angst! verbal fighting, angry!rafe, kinda mean rafe, theyre both annoyingly oblivious.. warning this did not turn out how i planned it to be but im also not mad at it, idkkkk

to say you were bored was an understatement.

it was a regular rowdy saturday night in the outerbanks, this nights party being at a random kooks house on the figure eight whose name you couldn't quite remember

you were nursing a forgotten red solo cup of punch in your hand, crowd-watching to pass the time.

it wasn't normal that rafe actually succeeded in convincing you to come to these things. because as much as you liked chatting with spoiled self-absorbed kooks over disgustingly sweet punch, you'd rather stay cuddled up in your fluffy pyjamas and watch sappy romcoms on rafe's couch.

but nevertheless, here you were. dreading every decision you had ever made up to that point as you watched rafe from across the room. a blonde kook girl climbing over him and straddling his hips, sitting on his lap as he smirked.

you knew you really had no right being mad at him because you weren’t dating.

but from the start of your more than 10 year friendship, rafe made it clear that you were and always will be his.

so why didn’t that rule go both ways?

with all the thoughts bouncing around in your head, you failed to hear a certain blonde pouges voice echo around you.

you snapped out of your state, consciousness returning to your mind as a hand was waved repeatedly in your face.

“hey! you there princess?” a smile adorned the boys face, a ratty snapback placed backwards on his blonde hair.

“yeah, jj. right here” you joked, smiling brightly back at him as you brought your cup up to your lips.

“thought we lost you there for a bit princess? what’d you doing standing here all alone?” jj asked, surprised to see your constant kook king shadow nowhere to be seen.

“just people watching, the usual. where’s kie?” you quickly changed the subject, wanting anything to get your mind off of rafe.

“around here somewhere i hope. gonna’ try to round everyone up to we can get outta here. early morning for us cut goers tomorrow, fish to catch and things to steal” you giggled at his joke, earning an even wider grin on his face.

you always liked jj. you thought he was funny, and he was the most loyal person to his friends that you knew. and despite his manic tendencies, you trusted him.

“have a nice night j. drive safe!” you said, watching him wink at you before he disappeared into the crowd.

with jj gone, you were left to your own thoughts agian, which was never a good thing.

you glanced over again at rafe sitting comfortably on the couch on the deck. the light from inside illuminating his face as he leaned over to the table, picking up a small bag of white powder and handing it to a random touran.

you bit your lip as you noticed the same blonde from before clinging to his side, rafe seeming unbothered but making no move to push her off.

god, you couldn’t even imagine how rafe would react if he saw you speaking to jj earlier. so why is it that he can literally let a girl dry hump him in the middle of a party and you shouldn’t care?

you didn’t know why you cared though, because rafe is you best friend, nothing more.

right?

you didn’t have time to think about that right now though, you just needed to get the fuck out of this party right now or you were gonna explode.

an idea clicked in your brain and jj dragged a drunk john b towards the entrance of the house, kiara and pope following quickly behind.

you decided that this was now or never, placing your red solo cup onto a random table as you walked towards them.

“hey jj!” you called out, his head immediately snapping towards you. “you think you could give me a ride home?”

it was nearly 30 minutes later that rafe noticed you were no longer in your spot in corner of the house. business was coming to a halt as he sold his last few grams of cocaine, a heavy wad of cash safely resting in his back pocket.

his eyes scanned the crowd for your face, but you were no where to be seen.

and rafe was starting to freak the fuck out.

he knew you wouldn’t go upstairs to any bedrooms, or go out for an impulse swim in the pool. and he knew most of all that you wouldn’t just leave without telling him, and the notification box in his voice remained empty from your contact.

he ran his hand roughly through his hair, pulling aggressively at the roots and cussing to himself frustrated.

his eyes widened as he saw your friend in the crowd, interrupting what ever useless conversation she was having, because until he knew you were safe, nothing was more important.

he asked rudely where you were, watching as her face morphed into shock that rafe was talking to her. because well, if it’s not plotting on the pouges or selling drugs, rafe doesn’t interact with anyone but you or his friends.

“i-i im not sure. i saw her leave like a bit less than half an hour ago. i thought she told you, she always does”

rafe clenched his jaw, hundreds and thousands of thoughts running through his head. “was she alone?”

“n-no. she was with that jj guy and his friends” your friend murmured, nervous she was ratting you out to the scariest guy in the whole of kildare.

it was safe to say that rafe was fucking pissed.

it took him less than a few seconds to put his keys into the ignition of his jeep and drive illegally fast to your house. you liked to piss him off often when you were in a mood, but never with your safety.

rafe never fucked with your safety, ever.

he murmured venomous cusses to himself and he walked towards your house, the pebbles from your mothers perfect drive way crunching under his feet as he speed to your door.

he made a beeline to the entrance of your home, the white arches welcoming and the doorway dimly lit by the porch lights.

he planted his feet straight on the 'welcome home' door mat, lifting his balled fist up to the door and sending booming knocks to the wood panel.

his knuckles were white as he clenched his fists so hard together there was sure to be crimson-red crescent indents from his fingernails. he was fuming.

the click of the lock releasing from the door snapped him out of his thoughts, the door handle turning and the lobby of the inside of your house quickly coming into view.

he locked eyes with your figure immediately, a pink fluffy towel in your hand as you dried your hair. you were only wearing a pair of long socks and rafes shirt which reached more than halfway down your thighs, your face bare of makeup.

you jumped as you saw the look on his face, an anger prevalent in his stare that you had never seen directed at you. fuck. you were in some deep shit.

you parted your lips to speak, but nothing seemed to come out. for the first time in your life, you were scared of rafe. not that he was going to harm you physically, no, never that.

but you knew how much he cared about you and your safety. you just wished he cared that much about your feelings. you wanted him to see that.

"rafe" you said, your voice coming out as a whisper as you watch the lines on his forehead crease together as thousands of thoughts ran through his head.

"what the fuck were you thinking?" he spat as he pushed you as softly as he could into the house so he could close the door, worried the cold of the night was going to make you shiver.

you didn't have time to answer before he started again, running a hand roughly through his hair as he huffed. "you just left? you fucking left a party at night without even texting me, and you let that fucking pouge drive you home!"

you rolled your eyes at the last statement, this was all about jj? "so that's all you care about? me going home with a boy i've known since third grade who just so happens to live on the cut? you don't give a shit about me, you just care about this stupid kook pouge rivalry!"

"don't say what you know isn't true ma. you know i care about you more than i care about myself." he stated, nearly all the anger in him draining out as he saw your eyes begin to fill with tears. he couldn't handle seeing you cry.

"how do i know you care about me rafe? because you don't seem to show it." you sighed pushing yourself as far away from him as you could, your back pushing up against the wall.

"don't fucking say to me y/n. i've loved you from the moment i met you." you finally stopped looking at the floor, lifting your chin so you made eye contact with him.

"stop it rafe, you're being mean" you whispered, mostly to yourself more than rafe. you couldn't listen to him say how much he loved and cared about you for one more second. not when you still had the picture of him being essentially dry-humped in the middle of a party by a girl you didn't even know.

"ma i love you. you know that. you're my world, my favourite girl. why are you fighting this?" rafe said, trying to hold you wrist in his hand before you quickly pulled it away.

"bec-because you can't just say all this then turn around and have make outs with other girls right in front of me. it-its not fair." you spoke, the tears finally making their way down your cheeks in steady streams.

rafe physically flinched at your statement, his palms getting sweaty and his heart rate increasing into rapid beats. was he actually going to admit his love for you right now, like this?

"what are you saying y/n?" he asked, his voice cracking as his face fell. his mind racing with how many outcomes could come out of this conversation.

"that i love you, you idiot!"

[sugarcoatedstarkey]

Firsts

pairings - Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

summary - Rafe was always there for your firsts.

warnings - drinking, drugs, language, fem receiving oral. (18+)

An/ I have other fics I should be finishing but this came to me this morning and I needed to write it!

Rafe Cameron.

Rafe Cameron was your first everything.

First friend, first girl boy hug, first kiss, first touch, first time, you hadn’t expected him to be your first heartbreak though.

Having been friends with him the moment your eyes landed on the quiet boy who sat on the browning grass, staring out at the kids playing. You can still remember the slight scowl on his chubby little face, you took it upon yourself to be friends with him.

Surprisingly he wanted to be your friend just as much as you wanted to be his, from that moment on the two of you were inseparable. It helped that you moved in next door to him, your parents becoming fast friends.

Throwback to the ripe age of 18, the night he broke your heart. You weren’t together, you were just best friends. Best friends that shared each other's firsts and seconds and so on. Neither of you put a label on the love you shared.

You wished you had though, the moment your eyes landed on his hands laced through Rebecca Jones’s tiny delicate hand, you knew that was the end.

He didn’t greet you that night, didn’t pull you into his famous bone crushing hug or whisper about how annoying everyone was. Instead he ignored you, Rebecca and his friends followed behind him as though he was royalty.

He wore a frightening smirk on his face the whole night, shoved at JJ Maybank who was hired as wait staff along with a fair few other pogues. Made a scene and called them names, at one point his father even had to get involved.

You felt sick to your stomach at the sight of the man in front of you, no longer the person you wanted to share your firsts with.

Fast forward to 21, you haven't spoken to him in three years. You couldn’t deny you missed him deeply, his picture still hung from the thin string lining your bedroom wall. But it was only one photo compared to the 300 you had tucked under your bed along with other memories.

It was your birthday, your eyes skimmed the people in the garden setting up for your party. Your eyes shooting to the silk black dress that hung in the doorway of your ensuite, darting your eyes back over the lawn and up at the tall house beside yours.

Your eyes search for a glimpse of Rafe but no life was found in the windows or the balcony. Letting out a soft sigh, you pushed yourself to stand. You didn’t have much time to get ready, your friends would be here soon and would want to start drinking the moment they stepped into your room.

45 minutes later you found yourself on the back porch, nursing a pornstar martini that your friend Elle had made. People had started to arrive and the sun had begun to set, your eyes searching through the sea of people for Rafe. You knew he wouldn’t show, even though at the age of 12 he promised to throw you the biggest 21st, just like the people on tv.

“Hey!”

You jumped slightly in your seat at the brazen voice, eyes landing on your friends who stared at you with worry. “What?” You questioned, grabbing a napkin you dabbed at the liquid that ran down your chest.

“I said, Barry is waiting for you by the side gate”.

All you do is nod and stand, Elle passes you the envelope of cash and keeps her eyes on the people around her. Tucking the folded up envelope in your bra, you make your way to the side of the house.

The music is loud and everyone is having a good time, your parents have gone out for the weekend to give you some space. Your friends had decided they wanted to buy something stronger than weed but were too scared of Barry to organize it themselves, but you apparently had no fear these days.

“Princess”

You knew you made a mistake instantly, Barry lent against the fence in a wife beater and ratty shorts. Smoke surrounded his face, stepping out of the dark he stopped in front of you.

You stood at the same height as him, if you had opted for heels you would have towered over him. “That dress looks good on you”.

“Here’s your money”

He cocked his head and kissed his teeth, eyes roaming your body unashamedly. You take a step back but he’s quick to step forward, gripping your wrist that held the envelope. “How about I give you something that’ll blow your mind but you pay a different way”

You shook your head instantly, you knew what he wanted. You weren’t stupid, the way his eyes darkened at the sight of you. “No I don’t think so… take the cash”

A throaty laugh escapes his lips and he tugs you towards him, your palm smacks his chest to keep you from falling into him further. You can smell the cigarette on his breath, scrunching your nose up when his lips ghost your cheek. “How about you get on your knees and put that pretty little mouth to good use”.

You tug on your wrist but his grip tightens, slipping his tongue out to wet his lips. “I have the cash, please just take the cash”.

His palm meets your shoulder, he uses all his strength to push your body to the floor and your knees hit the gravel. “Barry” you grit, your clenched fist meets his stomach and he doubles over in pain. “You bitch!”.

He coughs loudly and the little baggie falls to the floor, you're quick to grab it and jump up, throwing the envelope to his feet you step back but meet a hard wall. “Do we have a problem?”

All words that sat on the tip of your tongue vanished at the sight of Rafe, his eyes are hard and pointed at Barry. “I have the cash to pay him” your voice is just above a whisper, the skin of your bicep tingles at the feeling of Rafe’s fingers gripping tightly. “I don’t want the cash.. I want her on her knees” Barry growls, he stands up straight and steps towards you again. Pressing your back firmly against Rafe’s chest, he’s quick to pull you behind him. “She’s with me Barry”

“Oh shit man… I didn’t know she was yours!”

“She’s mine”

The goosebumps are back and butterflies swarm your belly, you zone out for what feels like a second but when you come back down to reality, Rafe is ushering you away from the scene, eyes cocking to see Barry hopping on his bike and the envelope you had for him inside his back pocket.

“I didn’t need your help”

You're not sure why you even said that, of course you needed help. There was no way you were leaving with anything unless you sucked Barry off. Rafe ignores you, pushing you forward by your lower back until you're back with your friends. Your fingers tighten around the baggie, hiding it from Rafe’s eyes.

You didn’t care that he knew you were buying drugs, it’s not like you hadn’t seen him snort lines at every party. It just felt strange, your first time doing something harder then weed wasn’t with him.

All your friends' eyes are on the two of you, mouths opened in shock. Before anyone can say anything he’s walking away, slipping into the crowd of people and disappearing. “What just happened?”

“Let’s get high”

The four of you lock yourself in the bathroom, opening the small baggie you pour the contents into your palm. “Did he say what it was?”

You shook your head, placing a small pill on the tip of your tongue. Each of their eyes watch as you swallow, holding out your palm for them to grab.

“I’m scared… I feel like we shouldn’t trust what he gives us”

“It’s fine, if it had been anything bad he would have told Rafe.”

“How do you know that?”

“I just do Elle.. take the damn pill”

Each of them grab a pill and swallow, you put the rest back into the bag and hide it under the toilet sink inside your tampon box.

You're out the door before any of them can stop you, grabbing a bottle of champagne from the bench and heading back outside. Your feet take you further into the party, looking for Rafe. You hadn’t expected him to show up, your parents made you invite him since it would have been rude to throw a party next door without inviting your oldest friend.

You spot Rafe instantly, sipping on a beer and leaning against a pole. Topper and Kelce stand beside him as the two of them chat, Rafe’s eyes meet you for a brief moment before turning away from you.

Anger bubbles in your chest, storming back through the party. The bottle of champagne now half empty by the time you make it to your bathroom, the anger fuels the stupidity in your brain.

Grabbing the pills from the tampon box you take another, wanting the effects of the drug to hit you faster. But by the time you’ve taken the last step of the patio you're swaying, throwing your arms out to brace yourself. “Shit” you laugh, the empty bottle of champagne hitting the grass with a thud.

“Come dance!” Elle shouted, her tiny arms waving above her head. With wobbly legs you make your way to your friends, dancing wildly with them until a hot body comes up behind you and circles their arm around your waist, pressing you firmly to their crotch. “Hey”

You let the person dance against you, hands wandering your thighs and your stomach. The fingers of the stranger behind you brushes the underneath of your breasts before groping a handful, your mouth parts just a tiny bit and your ass presses firmer against him.

“What the fuck?”

Spinning on the spot at the loss of warmth behind you, the guy who had been dancing with you was on the floor. Rafe towered over you once again, his fingers grip your bicep and he’s pulling you away from the party. You notice no one watches the two of you, music drowning out any chatter around them.

“Rafe! What the hell is your problem!” You growl, wriggling in his grip only causing further pain to your arm. You give up rather quickly and let him drag you back into the house, pushing you through the door of the downstairs bathroom and closing the door behind him.

You press up against the bathroom sink and cross your arms, your eyes drift up and down his body. You can hear the harsh breaths Rafe was letting out, his forehead creased in anger. “I haven’t spoken to you in 3 years… you can’t just show up and manhandle me”.

His eyes meet yours finally and he takes a step closer, not close enough for you to touch him though. His cologne invades your nostrils and your cheeks heat from the memories of his hands on your body. “If you're not going to talk I’m leaving… it’s my birthday”.

His eyes finally drop from your eyes and he takes in your body, starting at your sneakers, drinking in the sight of your slender long legs, stopping for a tad longer on your breasts and then back up to your eyes.

You can hear your heartbeat in your ear, Goosebumps litter your skin and you have to brace yourself against the vanity table, legs wobbling from his gaze. “Happy birthday”

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, your shoulders relax at the sound of his voice. A voice you hadn’t heard up close in so long, a voice you dreamt about every night. “Thanks”.

The both of you are silent again, the sound of the party behind the door grows louder as the drugs start to lose their effect. “You look nice”

“Thanks”

He takes a step closer again, the toes of his shoes meet yours. The two of you look down briefly and then back at each other, you can smell the scotch on his breath, it's intoxicating.

“Rafe” your fingers touch his bicep softly, electricity flows through the tips of your fingers all the way to your heart. “I’ve missed you” he whispers seconds before his lips are on yours, all the memories you share together hit you like a tidal wave. Your knees buckle but he’s quick to wrap his arm around your waist and pull you closer to his chest.

“Missed you so much” he grunts, lips peppering kisses against yours. Down your jaw until they meet the base of your throat and he sucks hard, a soft whine escapes your parted lips. “Fuck”.

He grips your hips and drops you on the vanity table, pushing himself between your parted thighs, the heels of your shoes press firmly against his backside, pulling him closer to you. “You taste so fucking good”.

“Fuck Rafe… just like that” you whine, his hips roll against yours. His fingers grope and massage the skin of your thigh, pushing up the length of your dress to expose your nude thong. Your arousal soaks the front of your panties, your knees try to lock together in embarrassment but his thick frame holds them out. “I still make you as wet as I did 3 years ago” he groans, with one swift movement he’s ripped them at the crotch. Your pretty wet pussy exposed to his hungry eyes, his large hands tug you closer to the edge of the sink, dropping to his knees in front of you.

The sight has you clenching around nothing, arousal weeping from your needy hole. He places your feet on his shoulders and situates himself between your thighs. “Be a good girl for me y/n… let me eat your pussy for your birthday”

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth and nod frantically, the tip of his nose brushes your delicate clit. Your hips jut up to his face, a wicked smile paints itself on his lips. His tongue drops out slowly, the sight of the wet muscle has you whining. “Happy birthday sweetheart”

His hot tongue glides between your folds, your head falling back against the mirror in pure delight. “Oh fuck” you cried, pressing the balls of your feet into his shoulders. His hands grip the outside of your thighs, pulling your legs further apart until he can see your cunt in all its glory, glistening from your arousal. He could see your inner muscles clenching at the sight of him watching you. “Please Rafe” you begged, his lips dropped back to your pussy. Sucking and licking your overly sensitive nub, two of his fingers slip between your opening. Your back arching as he tapped at your g spot, you're sure you can see stars as he works himself on your pussy. “Sweet Jesus… Rafe! Yes yes yes”

The grunt of his approval vibrates against your clit, grinding your hips into his face. Your arousal coats his lower half, nose red from pressing himself so deep into your cunt. “I’m close! Rafe… right there! Holy shittt” your screams can be heard outside the bathroom door, the grip on your thighs are tight as he holds you close to him. You ride out your high, a thin layer sweat coats your chest and forehead. The back of your head hurts from the brutal force of you pushing against the mirror to steady yourself, you watch in silence as Rafe pulls away from you. Just as you open your mouth there are loud bangs on the bathroom door.

“Rafe! Man! Rafe quick Rebecca is outside looking for you!”

He’s out the door in seconds, leaving you alone and feeling dirty. Pressing your thighs closed you let out a silent sob, tears stream your face as you clean yourself up and throw away the ripped panties.

You take a few moments to calm down and slap some sense into yourself, you should have known Rafe was still seeing her. You should have told him to leave the moment he turned up, he was the Rafe you knew.

You exit the bathroom quietly and rush back downstairs in search of a drink, grabbing ahold of the tequila bottle.

As you step onto the patio, your friends quickly greet you. Your eyes stay on Rafe though, ignoring the chatter behind you, your eyes fall to the hand of Rebecca’s, it lay upon his chest in a gesture of adoration. A beautiful diamond placed upon her ring finger, the butterflies in your belly all but die. The beating of your heart is the only thing you hear, he notices where your eyes have landed and he is quick to place his much bigger hand over hers, hiding the beautiful ring from your vision.

He’s engaged.

Rafe Cameron got engaged.

Rafe Cameron had his first engagement and it wasn’t with you…

“Come on let’s go dance” Elle says, noticing the way both you and Rafe stare at each other. You squeeze your eyes shut for a brief moment when Rebecca reaches up to kiss his cheek, bringing the bottle of tequila to your lips. The alcohol burns your throat in the most satisfying way.

Your eyes open to catch the worry that finds its way onto his features as he watches you throw back way too much alcohol for your small body.

“Let’s get fuck up” you exclaim, walking away from your friends and towards the bar your parents had hired for the night.

“4 shots please… actually nah, just give me that bottle of whiskey”.

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[marvelslittlewhore]

Warnings

REQUEST | I can't help but think of rafe x reader x JJ at a party. She is being a brat to them and they warn her if she keeps it up she is in trouble. Rafe snaps and takes her upstairs to punish and then JJ comes in all sweet, like we warned u, and he praises her for being good for Rafe. Telling her to be good for him while he makes it beter.

PAIRING | mean!dom!rafe cameron x fem!reader x soft!dom!jj maybank

WARNINGS | 18+ MDNI! mentions of alcohol consumption, smut, threesome, p in v, oral (m and fem receiving), a frustrating cut-off because I didn't know how to continue sry

A/N | I'm not sure if I like this, love being insecure

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"Please, just one more?" you whined, giving Rafe your best puppy eyes.

"I said no. You had enough for tonight," he said, nursing on the cup that he had just taken from your hand.

You frowned muttering something under your breath and jumped when you felt a sudden pinch on your butt, turning to face JJ. "You better watch it, cupcake."

You had given them an attitude the whole day and you knew you were already walking on thin ice but you just couldn't help yourself.

"He's being mean!" you pointed at Rafe without looking at him.

"And you're being a brat." Rafe snipped back and you gasped turning back to him.

"Am not." You pouted, crossing your arms over your chest and leaning against the wall between them.

"Gotta take a leak, be right back," JJ said kissing the side of your head before walking off.

You had a sour expression on your face and Rafe couldn't help but smirk at your antics, reaching out to poke your cheek, intending to make you smile but you only slapped his hand away, glaring at him.

The smirk he had left his face in an instant and his hand now grasped your chin, forcing you to look at him. "I've had enough of your attitude. Maybe you need a little reminder of who's in charge here, huh?"

If you haven't been wet before you would be soaking your panties now, melting into Rafe's touch, the buzz from the alcohol you had in your system giving it another kick.

Without another word he grabbed your hand, walking through the crowd of people and up the stairs, thank god the party was at Tannyhill tonight.

"What about JJ?" you asked looking over your shoulder for any sign of the blonde.

"He'll know where to find us, don't worry," Rafe responded, dragging you inside his room and closing the door but not locking it.

He turns back to you, crossing his arms, the look on his face tells you that he's not in the mood for any more of your games.

"Strip." he simply demanded and so you did without questioning, slowly slipping the strips of your dress off your shoulders, it smoothly falling off your body and onto the ground.

You stepped out of it, taking your bra off next, now standing in front of him in only your panties. He snapped his finger, pointing at the ground before him.

"On your knees."

You quickly did as told, face to face with his crotch before looking up at him.

"You know what to do, brat."

Your hands reached up to fumble with his belt, opening his sipper next and pulling his pants down with his boxers, his cock springing free and you almost drooled at the sight.

You got into action, stroking him slowly, your tongue swirling over the tip. When it took Rafe too long he grabbed your hair into a makeshift ponytail. "Open wide."

As you did he started to use you as he saw fit, it was a punishment after all. He throws his head back groaning at the way you gagged and garbled around him.

Then he held your head still and started to fuck your throat raw. "Fuck." he moaned, looking down at you, seeing the tears that brimmed in your eyes. "You better swallow it all."

Just as he said it you felt him twitch, spilling his load in your mouth with a groan, pulling out only to hold your chin and pressing his thumb on your tongue, leaning down to be closer to your face.

He smirked at how fucked out you already looked, hair and makeup a mess, breathing heavily.

"On the bed."

You quickly got up, scrambling on the bed and into position, grabbing onto the sheets in anticipation. You watched Rafe getting on the bed, opening your legs wide for him.

He kneads the flesh of your thighs and you yelped when he gave the right one a sudden smack, rubbing over the spot.

He hooked a finger in your panties, pulling them down in one go. "Damn, baby, you're dripping."

Your face flushed at this and you moaned when you felt the tip of his cock nudge at your entrance, slowly pushing in.

He didn't even let you breathe for a second, both of his hands holding onto your hips and fingers digging into your skin, starting to snap his hips at a brutal pace.

"Shit- Rafe," you whined and his hand came back down on your thigh in a warning for you to keep quiet, so you did by holding a hand over your mouth, closing your eyes.

You're so out of it that you don't even hear someone entering the room, but you instantly know who the ring-adorned hands belonged to that cradled your face.

"We warned you, didn't we?" JJ said, and you opened your eyes, tears forming again, and you knew this night was far from over. "But you're doing so good. Being such a good girl for Rafe."

Rafe didn't increase his movement and you mewled your hand shooting up to grip JJ's bicep tightly.

JJ coed and one of his hands snaked down to rub your clit, all the stimulation has you sending over the edge, the first orgasm of the night ripping through your body.

Rafe slowed down, fucking you through your high and leaning down to kiss you. When he pulled back he shuffled further down the bed to be at eye level with your pussy.

He instantly got to work, eating you out like you were his last meal. You squealed at the assault he was doing on your clit, turning your face to look at JJ pleadingly to do something, anything.

"It's almost over, princess, promise." he smiled at you "Until that..." he leaned his head down to suck on your nipple, his hand playing with the other.

These boys are gonna be the death of you.

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watch and learn (part two)

pairing fratboy! rafe cameron x female reader

rating explicit 18+

content warning drug and alcohol use

summary it takes one conversation with your college dorm neighbor to know you won’t get along. rafe is loud, rude, and short-tempered. after he overhears you talking about a disappointing fling, he loses his confidence in his sexual abilities and suggests you start hooking up to both improve your skills in the bedroom. you can’t stand him, but it’s too good of an offer to turn down.

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You’re at the library the next morning, enjoying how quiet campus is on a Saturday. You’re trying to focus on a discussion board you need to respond in, but your mind is elsewhere.

You can’t believe you agreed to Rafe’s idea. But you don’t regret it. He may be a jerk through and through, but he’s surprisingly a really good listener in bed.

You’re pretty sure he gave you the best orgasm you’ve ever had with someone. While it was an awkward challenge guiding him, you realized how liberating it was getting exactly what you wanted instead of quietly hoping the guy you were with knew what to do.

Your phone buzzes and lights up with a text. It’s 9:44 am and the notification is from Rafe.

Rafe: if you ever want practice sucking dick let me know

You flush and instinctually look around to make sure nobody in the barren library can see your screen. You reply: good morning to you too.

You take a second and send another message. The thought of going down on him rouses you. And, of course, the feedback will be helpful.

You: might take you up on that

Rafe: might?

You: might :)

Rafe is lying in bed, nursing a minor hangover. When he thinks about what happened on the other side of the wall in your room last night, he gets turned on all over again.

Feeling you cum around his fingers was fucking amazing. Knowing he did that to you, made you shake like that, was like an achievement. And he wants to keep doing it.

He texts you: we’re having a party on the beach today. bring friends

Rafe’s brand new to the frat, but he has already learned how important it is to invite as many people as he can to events. And if he’s being honest, he really wants to see you again.

You: only if you dont hit on them. i cant subject them to that

He feels his lips quirk up in a smile. When you don’t have a stick up your ass, you’re actually kind of entertaining.

Rafe: wtf why

You: you’re a fuckboy

Rafe: nahh you said i was amazing

You: i said the sex was amazing. and thats only because i told you what to do

Rafe: you can’t take all the credit

You: watch me

Rafe: you’re annoying

You: YOU’RE annoying

You: send me the address and time for the party

He quickly sends you the details.

This is the best idea he’s ever had. No strings attached sex with a hot girl who has zero interest in a relationship and can be brutally honest with him. He gets to fuck and improve his skills. It’s a dream.

Later that afternoon, Rafe watches the setting sun as he hangs out with a couple of his frat brothers in the sand. The party’s slowly starting to fill up, conversations growing in volume over the sound of the waves crashing on the shore.

“We don’t host a lot of parties here,” Blake continues to explain to Rafe.

Blake’s a sophomore legacy and Rafe has slowly realized that he sort of looks up to him. He’s involved in the frat and seems to know everybody.

“It’s ‘cause it’s impossible to get people to pay cover, so we don’t even ask for it,” Blake says.

“No door to do it at,” Sam, another sophomore adds with a laugh. Blake looks back and shakes his head.

“Fun police is here,” he hollers. Rafe turns to see pacing towards the keg next to the same girl he saw you with last night.

His pulse quickens as he takes you in. Your shorts are barely covering anything. Damn.

You glare at Blake as you pick up a red solo cup.

“Kidding,” Blake says. “We were kinda being assholes the other night, weren’t we?”

Your lips twist into a small smile. Rafe isn’t sure why, but he doesn’t like you looking at Blake like that.

He didn’t mention to anyone that you two hooked up last night. No particular reason - it just didn’t come up. But clearly, he’ll have to fill the guys in later. They need to know you’re off limits.

“Thanks for admitting it,” you say, filling up your cup. “Why can’t you be my neighbor?”

You look over at Rafe, whose jaw is clenched. Him and that temper. Admittedly, you’re already kind of sexually frustrated over how good he looks in his tank top, his big biceps exposed.

“Life’s unfair,” Blake replies with a bigger grin. You return it. It makes Rafe’s blood run hot.

“I guess it is,” you say as your friend finishes filling up her cup.

You walk away and Rafe realizes he didn’t exchange a single word with you. The second you’re out of earshot, he leans towards his buddies.

“I’m hooking up with her,” he tells them.

“Your neighbor?” Sam laughs. “Cap. That chick hates you.”

Rafe almost tells him not to call you a chick because of your advice last night. Wow. He really is learning from you.

“Didn’t hate me last night.” He takes a sip of his beer.

“Wait, for real?” Blake asks.

“Yeah.” Rafe loves the confidence high he’s riding right now.

“How was it?” Blake asks.

Rafe decides to lie. Painting it as a boring experience will make his buddies lose any interest they might have in you.

“Fine,” he says casually. Yeah, right. It was incredible.

Rafe watches Blake turn, surely to check you out.

“She’s cute,” Blake mumbles.

“Bro code, man,” Sam says, slapping his friend’s chest. Rafe is kind of relieved he said that.

“Shit, my bad,” Blake says with a chuckle, looking at Rafe. “You like her?”

“Oh - no,” Rafe laughs. “No.”

“Then you wouldn’t mind if I talked to her, right?” Blake says it as more of a statement than a question.

Rafe realizes he shouldn’t care. This whole arrangement is so both of you can get better at sex with other people. He doesn’t know what got into him thinking you owed him loyalty. His impulse to be possessive serves no purpose here.

“Go for it,” Rafe says.

Dusk falls as you stand in a crowd with Liv, your feet sunken into the sand as you drink and chat.

You told her about your arrangement with Rafe and were surprised to hear how jealous she was, mentioning how rare it is to find a guy who cares about giving his girl an orgasm.

You had to clarify to her it’s because Rafe’s ego needs all the stroking it can get, especially in the bedroom. And that you are not his girl.

You know it’s a crazy situation to be in with someone, but it’s worth it. You’ll learn what you can from him, and he’ll do the same with you, and then you’ll use what you picked up with people you actually like.

As the night goes on, the crowd gets bigger and closer together. It’s dark at this point, the moon covered with clouds.

Rafe’s been looking at you all night, at your bare legs, thinking about how he had his mouth between them last night.

You feel your phone buzz in your back pocket. When you pull it out, you see a text from Rafe: you ever fucked in a car? or are you too scared lol

You look up to meet his gaze from eight feet away at most, shaking your head in incredulity as he smirks at you.

The abruptness of his message, the promise of doing something so outside your comfort zone, is thrilling. But still, you just have to mess with him.

You reply: too scared :( no thanks

You laugh at the way Rafe’s face contorts at his phone. He looks up at you.

You text again: jk let’s go

He flashes his middle finger to you and you return the gesture. He then cocks his head behind him to signal you to follow.

“Tip for you,” you say when you approach him, walking away from the crowd together. “Don’t flip off a girl you’re trying to fuck.”

“Is that not good foreplay?” Rafe asks with a smirk.

“Aw, did I teach you that word?” you say.

“I knew it before.”

“Sure,” you say. “Just like you knew that girls fake it.”

“You’re annoying,” he groans, amusement in his tone.

“You’re annoying” you say, echoing your text conversation from earlier. You playfully shove his shoulder. He hardly budges.

You approach the parking lot and Rafe pulls out keys to remotely unlock his car.

“Get in,” he says, stopping in front of a large black SUV and opening the right backseat door. You notice the luxury brand immediately.

“This is your car?”

“Got a motorcycle, too,” he replies smugly.

“It makes so much sense now.”

“What?”

“You’re rich,” you realize. Rafe shrugs in such a pompous way.

“And?”

“That’s why you’re so…” you begin. What’s the right word? Entitled? Arrogant? Shameless? “You.”

Rafe scoffs at you, unsure of how to take the comment and unsure if he should even care as you settle in his car. He ambles in behind you, settling on the leather seat and shutting the door.

You don’t feel shy to initiate like you did last night. You straddle him, immediately locking lips, feeling him freeze in what you think is surprise before his hands drag over your hips.

Rafe really wants to grab your ass but he remembers you telling him he shouldn’t jump right to groping.

He tastes like beer and he smells like cologne as you deepen the kiss, weaving your lips together. He dips his tongue into your mouth and your noses nudge together, wet lips smacking in his dark, quiet car.

He shuffles under you, the leather squeaking, allowing you to feel his hard-on between your legs, his hands finally wandering over your ass and gripping hard. Lust burns in your stomach.

Your mind drifts back to what he texted you this morning. You’ve been thinking about it all day. You sit back, unable to see much of Rafe in the darkness, but enough to see that his eyes are half-closed, drunk off the feeling.

“I wanna practice…” you say, stroking him over his shorts. “You know.”

“Say it,” Rafe coaches, his dimples caving into his cheeks. You roll your eyes. Right. This is why you’re doing this. To stop being so reserved.

“Sucking dick,” you finally say. Hearing and watching you as your words spill out of your mouth makes his skin prickle with excitement.

“My turn to teach you, huh?” Rafe’s voice is deep and husky, dripping with desire. You nod, your bottom lip trapped beneath your teeth as you continue to stroke him.

“Should I keep doing this?” you ask, palming him.

“You got it, baby,” he rasps lazily. “Touch it before you put it in your mouth.”

“Fuck,” you half-chuckle. Rafe smirks. He knows you love his dirty talk.

“You can talk, too,” he encourages. “Try it.”

You twist your lips in apprehension, but push yourself past your comfort zone.

“I’ve been thinking about doing this all day,” you admit, goosebumps blooming across your skin. “About how your cock is gonna feel down my throat.”

“Goddamn,” he groans, his hands gripping your ass tighter. How’d he get so lucky to be here right now? “That’s good.”

“Yeah?” you whisper, gratified. You unbutton his shorts and pull down his zipper.

“You liked the way it felt inside you last night, didn’t you?” he asks. He shifts to give you the space to pull down his shorts and boxers.

You watch him shut his eyes in pleasure as you wrap your bare hand around him, no fabric in the way anymore.

“I loved it,” you whisper, giving into the impulse to kiss him again. When your thumb rubs over the bead of warm precum on the head of his cock, he bites your bottom lip.

You move to position your head at his groin, your knees on the carpeted floor of his car. You lean forward, slowly putting your lips around the tip, feeling just how wet your panties are when you taste him.

“Shit,” he shudders. You slightly raise your head to dribble spit onto his thick cock, bringing your hand up to rub the moisture over his length.

“Sit up,” Rafe says. “I wanna watch you spit on it again.”

You straighten and the sight of your line of saliva dropping from your mouth to his dick makes Rafe feel like he might go crazy.

His cock is slick now, your hand sliding up and down it easily.

“Should I use both hands?” you ask.

“Yeah,” he huffs. You nod, both your palms rubbing over his girth, cupping and twisting.

He’s about to tell you to start using your mouth, but you drop a hand, leaving the other at his base, and take him in.

Your hot, wet mouth feels unbelievable. You start to suck and slide over him nicely, leaning up and down.

“Squeeze harder,” he instructs, and you nod with his cock still in your mouth, your hold stiffening at his base. You’d assume gripping this tight would hurt, but this is why you’re doing this with him. To learn.

You take a little more of him with every dip of your head, lips locked as spit dribbles down your chin. The sound of your slurping is fucking amazing to him. Your tongue twists and curls as you move.

“Keep using your tongue like that,” Rafe says to you, his words whispered and rushed. “And take as much of my cock as you can. Try to take all of it.”

You nod again, pushing down, gagging but reaching all of him, your nose touching his toned stomach.

“Fuck, yes,” he moans. “Good fucking girl.”

The praise makes you stir with enticement as you pull back, then take all of his length again, flicking your tongue.

“Just like that,” Rafe grunts, his voice hoarse. “Look at me.”

You meet his eyes in the shadowed car, his chest heaving. Rafe might just lose his mind at the way you look with your mouth stuffed with his cock. He reminds himself this is supposed to be instructional.

“Guys love this shit, okay?” he says. “When you look up like that.”

You pull back, making him watch his cock slowly get uncovered as you pop off of him.

“Is it wet enough?” you ask.

“Yeah, baby, you’re doing a good job,” he replies. You nod and sink onto him again, starting to move faster, moving your hand in sync with your mouth.

“Hold my balls,” he tells you. “Not too tight.”

You obey, cupping the soft flesh with one hand while the other remains wrapped around his cock. You squeeze gently, massaging his balls and earning a deep groan from him.

Wow. You really are learning a lot from him.

Rafe feels his stomach tighten. He’s close.

“You gonna swallow?” he asks.

“Yeah,” you say, muffled and vibrating over his cock. You never have before, but you really want to impress Rafe and do this right.

He starts to shake, his voice reduced to a whimper. You feel him get even harder, then shudder.

His hot cum hits the back of your throat in one hard splash, trailed by short spurts. He moans his way through his orgasm, his load heavy.

You take it all, making him smile as he looks down at you, panting.

“That was… fuck…” Rafe huffs, titling his head back, his jawline sharp.

It’s pretty gratifying seeing such a big, loud, arrogant man reduced to this tired, heaving mess. He rakes a hand through his hair as you shift to sit next to him.

“A-plus?” you ask. You’re expecting him to tease you but he nods.

“Fuck yeah,” he laughs. “Give me a few minutes. I want you to show me how to make you cum on my dick.”

Nerves suddenly bubble in your stomach. Even after what you just did, the thought of fucking him in here makes you feel on edge.

“Let’s do that another night,” you say, adjusting your top.

“What? Why?” he asks. He looks at you, lips still parted as he breathes heavily.

“We could get caught.”

“The windows are tinted,” Rafe tells you. “Nobody knows we’re even in here.”

You look away, which by now, he has learned means you’re embarrassed.

“Holy shit, why do you get so nervous all of a sudden?” he laughs. “Do you feel bad for liking sex or something?”

You swallow hard. You never thought about it but... maybe he’s right. There always is a little bit of shame attached to every hook-up you have.

He called you out on your lack of confidence last night. Here he is, doing it again.

Rafe doesn’t understand how a girl can be so sure of herself one minute, then ashamed the next.

“Relax,” he says. “Don’t think. Just answer, understand?”

“Okay,” you say.

“Do you want to fuck?”

You nod.

“Say it.”

“Yeah, I do,” you relent.

“Then take your clothes off.”

(part three)

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and I wish you wouldn't wait for me, but you always do | r.c.

summary:

“He always seems so rough, I guess I’m a bit surprised to see that he’s such a caring boyfriend.”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you correct her, reaching for her cigarette in her hand without asking, even though you are bumming it off of her. “We’re just friends.”

“Really?”

Avoiding Sofia’s inquisitive gaze, you look out to the pool, blowing out a puff of smoke.

“Really. Just friends.”

“Huh.”

OR, everyone thinks Rafe refuses to commit to a relationship, even though you're the one with cold feet.

pairing: rafe cameron x reader

word count: 1,5k

warnings: MDNI, mention of sex, but nothing too graphic

author's note: i just wanted to write a short drabble but it just kept going and i'm not sorry. hope you like it, make sure to leave a comment/reblog if you do, i always appreciate it and ily

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You hate hate hate the word situationship.

It's dumb, and it glorifies uncertain terms in relationships and it never ends well.

Unfortunately, you can’t really find another term for the thing you have with Rafe. It’s more than a friends with benefits thing, but definitely not a relationship. Everyone always thinks it’s because of Rafe; that he doesn’t want to commit to a relationship, commit to one girl, and you always laugh it off when someone asks about it, never really denying it, letting them believe that it’s Rafe’s fault for the vague label of your… Thing. It’s easier to let them think what they want instead of admitting that you’re the reason.

You don’t know why you’re scared. Clearly you have some underlying trauma or maybe it was your first boyfriend who treated you shitty, but you just don’t want to call Rafe your boyfriend. Though honestly, to everyone else, it kind of seems like he is.

At every party, the two of you are attached at each other’s hip. Hands linked, pushing through the crowd, while Rafe looks over his shoulder every minute to make sure you’re still safely behind him. On the couch, Rafe is nursing a drink, listening to Topper yap about his new girlfriend, his arm slung around your shoulder while you talk to your friend. You get to a party together, you leave together.

“You know, I think it’s really cute that Rafe seems so protective over you,” Sofia says.

You glance over at her, having snuck outside for a smoke - Rafe doesn’t like the smell of cigarettes, which is ironic, really - and having bumped into the bartender, you two shared a cigarette.

“He always seems so rough, I guess I’m a bit surprised to see that he’s such a caring boyfriend.”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you correct her, reaching for her cigarette in her hand without asking, even though you are bumming it off of her. “We’re just friends.”

“Really?”

Avoiding Sofia’s inquisitive gaze, you look out to the pool, blowing out a puff of smoke.

“Really. Just friends.”

“Huh.”

You pass the cigarette back to her, hoping it would prevent her from talking any more, and it works. She doesn’t bring it up again.

A couple of hours later, you’re sitting in Rafe’s truck as he drives home. Home, as in his house. His hand is on your thigh, and you’re nearly dozed off, when he speaks up.

“Sofia asked me if I wanted to grab a drink with her.”

That got your attention.

You look over at him, blinking in confusion.

“Sofia Flores?”

“One and only.”

Your first thought is, bitch! Your second thought is, why am I getting mad? You swallow the lump that is forming in your throat and you shrug with your shoulders, leaning back in your seat.

“Okay… Where are you going to take her?”

Rafe doesn’t answer, and for a second you think that he might not have heard you before he clears his throat. “I’ll probably take her to the country club.”

“Uh-huh.”

You glance at him for a split second, before turning away to stare out of the window, frowning deeply. There’s something you want to say, it’s on the tip of your tongue, but before you can gather the courage to say it, Rafe pulls his hand away, the moment dissipating, leaving you simmering in anger, fighting with your emotions.

Despite the tension between the two of you, you still spend the night at his place. You still moan out his name as he fucks you from behind, tugging on your hair the way you like it. He still flips you around when you’re close, his eyes searching yours when you finally come, and you still close your eyes. After he’s finished, going to the bathroom to find a towel to clean you off, Rafe wraps himself around your backside, leaving warm kisses on your neck.

“About tomorrow-” he starts, but you break him off.

“Take her to The Summit,” you say. “She works at the country club, it’s weird if you take her there.”

“… Okay.”

You don’t say anything else, pretending that you’ve fallen asleep but you lay there, awake for hours with Rafe next to you. You hate the idea of Rafe going out with Sofia. She’s pretty. And nice. You could see him falling in love with her and it honestly bothers you more than you’d like to admit. There’s moments you’re so close to turning to Rafe, to tell him something, but you always chicken out. Somewhere during your 20th try, you finally fall asleep.

When you wake up the next morning, you can tell that it’s past noon already, the sun already high on the horizon. The other side of the bed is empty, barely even warm anymore, which means Rafe must have been awake for a while now. Picking up a shirt of his that hangs over a chair, you traipse around to find your panties, tugging them on when Rafe walks into the bedroom, already dressed and ready to go.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” you say, distracted, running your hand through your hair. “Do you want to get breakfast?”

“Actually I just wanted to tell that I was about to leave to go pick up Sofia.”

“Already?” you ask, confused, staring at him.

“Yeah, I thought it’d be nice to take her out on the boat.”

“Oh.”

Rafe looks at you. For a very long time. Daring you to say something, but you only look back at him, the lump in your throat returning. Neither of you says anything, so Rafe only nods, grabbing his keys from the dresser.

“You can hang out here if you want, eat something. Don’t know when I’ll be back though,” he said nonchalantly and you ball your hands into fists, not answering because you’re not quite sure if you can keep your voice even. Rafe walks towards the door, when you finally break out of your stupor.

“Rafe.”

He stops in his tracks, halfway out of the room, but he doesn’t look at you. Which honestly, makes all of this a little easier.

“Don’t go on that date.”

To your embarrassment, your voice cracks a little, but you clear your throat, playing it off. Rafe finally turns his head, his eyes finding yours and you manage to hold his gaze.

“Why?”

You roll your eyes with a scoff, having expected that he wouldn’t make it easy on you. Rafe is a proud man, and you… Hurt his pride. Unintentionally, but you did.

“You know why.”

“Say it,” Rafe demands, his forehead creasing. “You can’t keep doing this to me.”

Something broke inside of you, hearing him say it like that, and you take a deep breath as you approach him slowly, your hands shaking as you reach out to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him close.

“I’m sorry…” You say. “I hate this… I’m really bad at this feelings shit, but… Don’t go.”

You can tell that Rafe is not entirely convinced, and you know what he wants you to say. Something that you’ve been keeping so closely to your chest, that you never dared to say it out loud, or even think about it, but you know that if you don’t say it now, you might never get to change to say it ever again.

“I love you.”

Rafe’s hands find your waist and the frown on his forehead disappears. Finally. “Took you long enough,” he grunts, still a little upset and the lump in throat starts to get smaller.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” you mumble, hiding your face in his chest. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I was just scared.”

Rafe doesn’t say anything, a hand coming up to the nape of your neck, tilting your face up so that you’d look at him.

“I get it.”

He leans down to kiss you, and you melt into him, kissing him back, following his directions as he moves you backwards to the bed. You fall backwards on the bed, and Rafe cages you in, but before he can go any further, you stop him, pushing at his chest.

“What?” he says, still leaning in to find your mouth.

“What about Sofia?”

“Fuck Sofia,” Rafe mutters, sucking a hickey on your neck but you swat at him.

“Rafe, no. That’s mean, the least you can do is cancel.”

Rafe groans, drawing back to pull his phone out of his pocket to text Sofia. He shows you the text, raising his brows.

“You happy now?”

“Very.”

He tosses his phone on the bed behind you, and gets back to business, nosing along your clavicle. His phone vibrates, but neither of you pay it any attention, to focused on each other.

Rafe: Sorry, I gotta cancel. Hope you don’t mind.

Sofia: It’s okay, don’t worry about it.

Sofia: Hope you two figured it out.

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author's note: if you thought "this bitch knows nothing about situationships and smoking" while reading this, you're right! hope it's still accurate.

[sunraies]

do you think you could do a fic (you can choose if it leads to smut or fluff! which ever you want!) where the reader is extremely clingy but like tries to hold herself back because she’s worried rafe will get annoyed but he actually doesn’t mind because he’s like the feeling of being wanted/needed?

Sure, hun 😊 I went with full fluff and soft Rafe x

Hold Me Closer

Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings- Fluff and past relationship insecurities. Small mention of drinking and sickness.

Rafe loves how you need him and is there to hold you closer

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You had so much love for him, you didn't know how your heart could contain it. From the moment he first kissed you that was it, your soul was Rafe Cameron's.

You wanted to be as close to him as possible, if you could be under his skin you would. The way he made you feel so safe, protected and warm, it scared you a little at times. How could one person make you feel like they were your world and you, their moon.

In previous relationships you had been told you were too clingy, that you were suffocating and annoying. All you wanted was to be loved. Your heart given to them completely.

With Rafe it was more intense and passionate than you ever experienced and you didn't want to 'annoy' him by showing your need for him. So you held it back as much as you could, but Rafe noticed.

When you were sleepy, ill or drunk it was the most obvious, when your guard was down and you reached out for him. Those moments he cherished.

Rafe first noticed when you had been partying at Kelce's. He had been sat in the garden by the fire pit, nursing a beer as he chatted with a few friends around him. He watched you abandoned your shoes and throw your solo cup away. You had been partying and dancing most of the night before stumbling over to him.

Normally he would have to encourage you to sit in his lap so he could hold you, but that night you flopped down into his lap, curled your legs up and buried your face in his neck.

"You good, babygirl?" He asked, wrapping his arms around you.

You nodded and hummed before smiling as he kissed your temple. "Just hold me"

"You sure, baby?" He was worried as he'd never seen you like it before. "We can go"

You shook your head, burying your face into his neck more as your hand cupped the other side, fingers playing with the bottom of his hair. "No. No. Keep talking, hang out with your friends" you muttered, making him shiver as your lips brushed his skin "but just hold me"

He looked around the group and shrugged at Topper's raise eyebrow before holding you tighter. You stayed there for the rest of the night, content in his arms, listening to his voice and snuggled in his warmth.

As time went on, he noticed more and more.

Rafe loved the way you were in the morning. Once you began staying over night at Tanneyhill, he never wanted to miss a morning with you again. You would cling to him, wrapping around him so close there was no space between you. He wouldn't move until you were fully awake, placing a kiss on your forehead, cheek and lips before going to get you a coffee.

He hated seeing you in pain or sick but when you called for him and allowed him to care for you. He felt so wanted and needed. The way you would let him dry your tears, make you soup or wrap you in a blanket. He loved helping you get dressed, stealing kisses, and telling you to shush as you worried he would get sick too.

"Baby, it's food poisoning" He chuckled as he wrapped an arm around you "I don't think that's contagious"

"What if it's a stomach bug?" You tried to desperately not cuddle into him as you ached.

"Then you can look after me"

It didn't take much more to convince you, after that you didn't want him to leave your side. It was food poisoning in the end but the next time you got sick with the flu, a week later you were caring for a poorly Rafe.

Once he realised how much you needed him. You never had to ask him to hold you, kiss you or just be there. He was there already, holding you closer, planning to never let go.

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Pairing: Rafe Cameron x dark femme female reader (like siren energy)

TW: toxic, manipulation, smut, I think this counts as dub con, oral ( f receiving), I think that’s all but as always read at your own risk

Summary: Rafe can’t help but fall into your trap every single time.

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: this is not my best work but I’m dipping my toes back in so please be nice to me

As much as he hates it, there’s something about you Rafe just can’t let go of. You're mysterious and seductive without trying; the most elusive woman he's ever met. You hold all the power, and for some reason, he keeps coming back for more.

Nobody knows what the two of you do behind closed doors. You show up when you feel like it, and every single time Rafe is waiting on his knees for you. Every time you leave he swears he's done, but then you call or show up and you're all he can focus on. You have a hold on him in a way that no one ever has before.

You don't think twice as you walk into the gala at tannyhill wearing a red gown; you smile and greet familiar faces just like usual. You're somehow kind and heartless at the same time, and Rafe has never been able to make sense of it.

He swears his breathing stops altogether when you make your entrance, but he remains stoic as he sips on whiskey. There’s something so powerful in the way you carry yourself; like you either own the place or don’t care who does. It draws him in and he can’t help but be mesmerized by just your presence.

He watches people move out of your way and men nearly break their necks as you float by ethereal and beautiful as ever. You’d think you’re a royal that should have a security team the way you command the room, and Rafe can’t look away.

You know he’s there and you can feel him watching your every move as you slink toward the bar and stop just a few feet away from him. While you may be sweet as sugar to most, Rafe gets to see the opposing side of you.

It's as if you're a siren; so beautiful and innocent one moment and sinister the next. He shifts closer so your shoulders are almost touching, and flags the bartender down with the subtle wag of his finger.

“She’s with me. Pour from our personal collection.” He instructs, and the man nods.

You glance over at him with a smirk and place your clutch on the counter before propping up on your elbows. You raise your eyebrows expectantly, and as if he has been perfectly trained, he orders your usual drink without further instruction.

“Always so eager to please.”

Your tongue darts out to wet your crimson-stained lips, and Rafe watches you with the same predatory gaze he always does.

“Only you.”

The way you stare up at him through thick lashes and winged eyeliner nearly makes him collapse, and he tries to calm the wild beating of his heart. You’re the type of beautiful that’s intimidating; so stunning that even the unshakable Rafe Cameron quakes in your presence.

You take a sip from your glass with a wink before strutting off, and he grins to himself. He knows how lucky he is to have you in any sense, and he also knows that you’re not in a place to be tied down.

Still, it doesn’t stop him from longing for more. He’s certain that you were made for him; and that there aren’t any other men in outer banks truly capable of keeping up with you the way he can.

As strong as he is, even Rafe falls victim to your spell. Anyone else would simply be steamrolled, and he thinks on some level you know that. He knows you two would rule Figure Eight together and be unstoppable, but he’ll accept what you give.

He’s not usually worried about you getting around because even if you aren’t exclusive by any means, you’re extremely selective. You don’t seek attention; that's why you get so much of it. Normally, you don't pay it any mind.

Tonight, however, Rafe clenches his jaw until it aches as you nurse drinks made from his liquor while rubbing another man's arm. He knows he has no claim to you; you’ve made that very clear. He isn’t even sure if you have his name saved in your phone.

Despite having that knowledge, he finds himself slowly maneuvering through the crowd in your direction. You lock eyes with him over the shoulder of the man sitting in front of you, and you quirk your brow just enough for Rafe to notice.

It startles Rafe sometimes; how your eyes sparkle with the same thrill and mischief as his. You’re easily just as crazy as he is and he’s absolutely addicted to the rush of being with you.

“My dad wants to say hello.” Rafe lies, not giving you a chance to speak. He can see the way you’re weighing your options in your mind. He knows there’s a possibility that you tell him to fuck off; despite your arrangement, going home together is not a given.

“Excuse me.” You politely smile, giving one last squeeze before releasing the man's bicep and stepping around him.

Rafe’s arm wraps around your waist instantly, with his hand splayed across your side and onto your stomach as he holds you close to him. You stumble a bit in your heels when he jerks you into him, but don’t show any emotion.

“Bit bold tonight, aren’t we?” You say just loud enough for him to hear, and his fingertips dig further into your flesh.

“Not bolder than wearing a dress with your entire back out and drinking my liquor with another man.” He bites, and you let him lead, not wanting to cause any more of a scene. He doesn’t stop until you’re standing in his room and shuts the door.

He stays facing away from you for a moment, and you tap your shoe impatiently.

“Did you bring me up here just t-“ You’re cut off when Rafe tilts his head back and sighs with annoyance.

“Shut up and listen.” He turns around and you try to cover your shock at his forwardness.

“Are you fucking other guys?”

You open your mouth to answer but he takes a stride forward and grips your chin between his thumb and index finger.

“The truth.”

When you don't speak, he narrows his eyes and takes a step impossibly closer.

“Look me in my eyes. Are we ever going to be more or am I really just a hookup? I need to know.”

You give him a pointed look but he doesn't waver and you roll your eyes.

“Rafe, don't pull at this thread. You know what this is.”

He licks his lower lip and nods before pulling back.

“I can’t do this with you anymore.”

Without skipping a beat, you close the distance he created and run your hands across his chest and onto his broad shoulders.

“I know you like it when I dress up, Rafe. Let's just work it out with our bodies, yeah? Let me ride you and ease your mind.” You purr and with lightning speed, Rafe grabs your throat and spins you around so your back is pressed against the door.

“Don't.” He grits out, but you can see the will starting to crumble in his ocean eyes.

You push against his chest just enough to get his attention, and he keeps his hold on your neck as you slowly move him backward. You both know that this dance always ends the same way, and it infuriates him as much as it turns him on.

He crashes back onto the mattress and you stand between his knees while he peers up at you. If you asked him, Rafe would insist that you’re not real. He swears there’s a glow surrounding you as he finds himself succumbing to you once again.

You reach back and slowly unzip your dress before wiggling your hips dramatically and letting it pool around your feet. You leave the heels on and swing one leg up so you’re half straddling him, and he watches with lust-blown pupils.

As much as he hates this cycle, he loves it just the same. You’ll manipulate him and he’ll let you because that's how much power you have over him.

You slowly crawl up his body, dragging your hands across his twitching muscles until your fingers are laced over his head, and lower your hips until you’re sitting on his bulge.

“Do you want me to stop?” You ask, your lips brushing against his throat.

“No.”

You slowly push forward and brush your chest against his face, sitting up when he tries to nip at the skin. You guide his hands against your hips and shift slightly, eliciting a deep groan.

“Show me how to please you.” You whisper, and something in Rafe snaps. He doesn't care about the party downstairs, he doesn't care that he's giving in to you again; all he cares about is claiming you in a way that shows you he’s capable of taking the control back at any second.

Before you can process, he flips you onto your back and rips your panties in half. You gasp with wide eyes, and Rafe slips his hand behind you. You arch your back so he can unhook your bra while his other hand dips into your folds.

He sucks a hickey into the top of your breast while his nimble fingers slip your bra off with ease, and he licks a strip from the dark bruise to the column of your throat. He keeps his head buried there working on the tender flesh while pumping his fingers in and out of your slick.

You buck up when he curls into your g-spot, and he repeats the movement while gasps fall from your lips.

“I know, baby. I got you.”

He presses one last kiss to your collarbone before trailing his lips and nose all the way down your torso. He wastes no time, and you cry out when his lips wrap around your clit. His free hand settles on the inside of your upper thigh, holding it open.

He hits a spot that causes you to pull away from him, and a sharp slap rings out before he wraps his hand around the back of your leg and yanks you back into him. He moves with your body as you writhe around, and continues his brutal pace.

He has you approaching that high in record time and reaches up to lace his fingers with yours as your head flings back while you tremble against him. He carries you through it the entire time, not even flinching when your nails draw blood or when his signet ring digs into his finger.

As soon as your vision clears, you sit up and start ripping at the buttons on his tux. He smirks at how eager you are and watches the way you try to cover it up. Regardless of what he is to you, no man will ever have you the way he has and you know that.

His lips crash against yours while you fiddle with his tie, and he quickly removes his belt and pants before leaning forward until you're flat against the bed. He gently moves your hands away and takes over, taking off the layers of clothing the best he can without breaking the kiss.

The second you feel the heat from his body, your hands roam his exposed flesh. His large hand grabs the back of your knee and hikes your leg around his waist, and you nod into him. He wraps his hand around his cock and pumps a few times, hissing at the sensation.

He breaks away and presses his forehead to yours before tilting his head down to watch where he presses into you. You both inhale sharply, and you cling to him for dear life as he eases In until his pelvis hits yours.

He rolls his hips, hitting that sweet spot while also brushing against your swollen bundle of nerves. It's a torturously slow pace as he fucks into you deep and slow, and your sweat mingles as your bodies start to fall into a natural rhythm.

You push forward when he pulls back, and he litters bites and licks across your neck. Your sweet moans mix with his deep grunts and occasional whimpers to make a hymn as you worship each other.

“Fuck, you feel too good.” He groans, and you whine into his shoulder.

“You always think you're this little minx that can get whatever she wants. I let you because I want you to be happy. Sometimes you just have to be reminded that you’re not the apex predator you think you are. Not with me.”

His hand wraps around your throat and squeezes lightly, and you grin at the feeling. You can say whatever you want, but Rafe knows you would never let another man have this level of control let alone smile at it. It's those little things that keep a spark of hope alive; moments where he sees you want him as much as he wants you.

He forces your mouth apart with his tongue before devouring you like a man starved. Your skin burns hot as the two of you tangle in the sheets, too lost in each other to care about anything else.

You leverage your weight and flip over, slipping back onto his pulsing cock before he can protest. His head falls back with a strangled groan as he reaches a new depth, and his hands instantly settle on your waist.

You rock back and forth a few times, testing the water before settling in. You note every little gasp and nose scrunch, making sure to make those movements again.

His fingertips dig into the flesh on your hips as he guides you and you watch him through hooded eyes as he attempts to maintain some semblance of composure.

The two of you writhe in unison as you chase your highs, beads of sweat glistening like diamonds as they trickle down your bodies and mingle together.

“Fuck, I love you.”

Rafe is barely within his right mind, but the statement still sends a paralyzing shiver down your spine. For the first time, you feel a tinge of remorse and it causes your movements to stutter.

You recover quickly and continue until you feel him twitch and ride him through his high. Your mind is racing at light speed as you quickly climb off and start dressing, eager to get away.

Suddenly the room feels suffocating as Rafe’s cologne engulfs your senses and you keep your eyes cast downward. You don’t want to see the lacrosse trophies or the framed family photos; reminders that outside of your arrangement, Rafe is a real person with a real life.

“Whoah hold up, slow down.”

Rafe’s voice is laced with confusion as he comes back down and notices you all but sprinting around the room.

His large hands wrap around your biceps in an attempt to stop you, and your heart lurches when you spare a glance at his cerulean eyes.

“You’re not staying?”

Admittedly, you’ve gotten a smidge too comfortable and it’s become somewhat of a routine for you to stay over and leave when the sun comes up.

When you don’t answer and instead try to side step him, his brow furrows and he matches your movement so you’re blocked. His hand comes up to pinch your chin between this thumb and forefinger, and you try to ignore the way your skin tingles.

“Look at me. What’s going on?”

It occurs to you that he isn’t aware of what he said, and you swallow before taking a deep breath and holding your head high.

“I think you’re right. We shouldn’t do this anymore.”

His hand drops in shock, and before he can react you slink around him and race downstairs straight out the door.

Rafe stands in place for a second trying to process what just happened. He yanks on some sweatpants and goes bounding after you, but by the time he makes it outside, you’re already gone.

He runs his hand over his head before taking off back toward his room. He ignores the odd looks he receives from Gala guests roaming the property and continues on his mission until he’s back upstairs holding his phone.

It’s muscle memory at this point, finding you in his favorites comes with ease and it only takes a second for his thumb to press the number that he’s committed to heart.

His heart thumps in his chest as it rings once, then twice.

The number you are trying to reach is unavailable. Please hang up and try again.

He hangs up and calls back three more times only to receive the same dreaded message each time before he lobs his phone across the room and looks up at the ceiling.

“Fuck!”

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high school sweethearts (rafe cameron x reader) - prologue

these are the requirements, if you think you can be my one true love

WARNINGS: mature content; dark!rafe, domestic violence, substance abuse & addiction, coercion, manipulative behavior, stalking, toxic relationship, attempted suicide, kook!reader

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“get the hell out of my house, rafe! i don’t care!” your voice was raspy with anger and frustration as you yelled in rafe’s face. your skin was damp with fresh tears, neck covered in the salty trail leaking from your eyes. “i’m not doing this shit with you anymore!”

your boyfriend, now ex-boyfriend, was at the foot of your bed, burning eyes glaring down at your seated frame. you know why he came over, but seeing as the two of you ended on bad terms just a couple weeks ago, you were less than pleased to see him. it wasn’t really a mutual separation–it was more one of force. you told him you were leaving him–and you did–but in rafe’s head, he never left you.

rafe wasn’t a nice guy most of the time, not even to you. you knew that when he pursued you, but you still gave him the benefit of the doubt. you told yourself that it was just a defense mechanism, that he would get nicer the longer you two were together. when the cruel behavior continued well into your relationship, you realized just how wrong you were.

the name-calling, the violent behavior directed towards both you and others, the raging cocaine addiction that he wasn’t even trying to overcome; it was all too much for you. hence, why you broke it off after years of trying to find a more sympathetic side of him. he had one, you knew that for a fact, but it wasn’t enough to ignore all of his shortcomings.

“that’s not how that works, y/n. are you fucking stupid, or something?” rafe looked at you incredulously, top lip flipped up in an almost disgusted snarl. 

“what do you mean ‘that’s not how it works?’” the frustration you felt was only amplified, face screwed up from being unable to process the gall he possessed to let those words leave his mouth. “i said that we’re done. over, finished. i explained to you why we’re finished very simply–you’re a piece of shit, rafe. and until you’re not, we’re going to stay finished.”

the chance that he would ever stop being a terrible person was minimal. it had to run in his dna–maybe it skipped sarah and wheezie, but the trait definitely passed from ward unto his son. 

you’d seen the way his father spoke to him. you were the one he came to late at night when he’d storm off after an argument, drunk, high, or crossed out of his mind. you nursed his bruises, bloody noses, and sore knuckles after their physical altercations. he never had someone truly care for him growing up, and being raised by a monster only turned him into one.

it was easy to look at the broken boy and have your heart ache for him. how could someone be mad at him for lashing out when that was the only way he was taught to express his feelings? it was even harder to nurse your own bruises that resulted in his unhealed, internal ones. which is why you had to put an end to it in the first place.

“there’s no way you think i’m letting you leave me, y/n,” he says dryly. “after all the investments i made in you? you might be crazier than me.” the taller man lets out a humorless laugh as he rakes his nimble fingers through the blonde locks atop his head.

“what fucking investments, rafe? the jewelry?” 

you push yourself off your bed and shove past him, the dresser behind him becoming the new target of your rage. yanking open the jewelry box neatly sitting atop the piece of furniture, you ravage it for every ring, necklace, and pair of earrings rafe ever gifted you. turning around to face him, you toss it at his feet in a messy pile, the metal scattering around the floor and knocking against his shoes noisily.

“there you go, rafe! do you want the clothes, too?” you go to your closet door and rip it open, the box full of clothes that rafe bought you sitting neatly in the corner where you left it a week ago after packing it all away. the box scrapes against the hardwood floor as you pull it out of its hiding spot. “here! take it! take all your ‘investments’ back! ”

“y/n-” rafe tries to speak but he’s cut off by the sound of your phone hitting him square in the jaw. he bought that too, and he could take it for all you cared.

“there’s your phone, too.” it took everything in you not to smirk in satisfaction at seeing him wince in pain from the heavy object hitting him directly in the face, but it only lasted a second before you realized it was a bad idea. escalating to physical violence was never a thing you did. “now take your shit and leave.”

a few months ago, you would have never thought of doing anything like that. in fact a few months ago you were too scared to even raise your voice at him, let alone throw your phone at him with intentions to harm him.

it took you two months to even find the courage to break things off with him. you feared what was to come if you were to do something as drastic as that, but you knew that it had to happen eventually. even then you weren’t this bold, and the way rafe remained deathly still in front you stood as a reminder why you never were.

“i know you didn’t mean to do that…” rafe trails off, eyes closed as his tongue pokes though the side of his cheek in poorly hidden vexation. “you’re just angry, so i’m gonna pretend you didn't do that.” he squats down slowly to examine the jewelry laid out at his feet.

he pokes around wordlessly, the sound of the collection softing scraping against the floor taking over the silence of the room. you observe as he picks up a familiar silver piece, blinking rapidly as he rises back to his full height with it pinched between his fingers.

the square-shaped mark on his face where the phone made contact with him appears to be a deeper red as he approaches you, the few feet between you crossed in seconds with his long legs. you swallow the saliva collecting in your mouth, breath hitching nervously when he reaches for you. the feeling of the cool metal of the necklace falling into the dip of your clavicle makes you flinch instinctively as rafe clasps it behind your neck.

“you are my shit, y/n.” the taller man hums as his fingers adjust the pendant resting against your chest. “i invested my time, money, and energy into you not only because i love you, but because i expect a return on it. so, unless i’m leaving here with you, i’m not going anywhere.”

rafe’s hand so close to your neck had you frozen in place, unsure of what his next move would be. even after years of being with him, he was still far too unpredictable and unstable to feel easy around when you could feel the agitation dripping from his pores. 

“on our first anniversary, i told you i couldn’t see myself with anyone else. on our second anniversary, i gave you a promise ring–” his free hand reaches down for the hand still adorned by the diamond studded ring he gifted you almost a year ago. you never took it off, but right now you wish that you had the strength to. “and i promised that i was going to marry you one day. you were going to be my beautiful wife, you would have my beautiful children, and everyone would wish they were us.”

“why are you–” you abruptly go silent when you catch the look he gives you, blue eyes dark with a calm rage that you’d learned to fear the most over everything. you shut your mouth immediately at the wordless instruction.

“you promised to love me.” he holds up his hand to show the matching promise ring wrapped around his own finger. “you promised to accept that i was fucked up. you promised that you would be there to wipe my tears, and that you could handle all my shit, even if it hurt you. if you think i’m gonna sit here and let you fuck me over–let you waste my time? let you just–just leave?”

he shakes his head at you, both of his hands reaching up to plant themselves on the sides of your face. his palms are warm against your skin, the feeling of his thumbs smoothing over your cheeks leaving a tingling sensation in their wake. you blinked up at him, eyes wide as your heart pounds against your chest. his own eyes were still dark and angry, but you could see the pure love pouring out of them though the seam between his blown out pupils and the blue of his iris. 

you inhaled deeply when the blonde leaned in to place a gentle kiss to your mouth. it was hard to remain stoic in your reaction, especially when he pulled away with your sticky, pink gloss coating his plush lips.

“you’re not leaving me that easy.” he whispers softly into the little space between your faces. it was instinctive to gulp out of fear–the barely contained, frightened whimper pushed back down your throat with the action. “if i lose you, it will be by my own hands. it won’t be because you get a little scared when shit gets real.”

rafe is granted silence as you continue to stare up at him with your lips drawn together tightly. he sighs heavily, sensing the fear radiating off of your body. you feel his hands pull you into his chest, one of them dropping to your waist to hug you close to him as he rests his head on top of yours. 

“i will fucking kill you before i ever let you leave, y/n. do you understand that?” you say nothing in response, sure that your voice will tremble more than you want it to. you believed every word that came out of his mouth deep down, and the seriousness of his demeanor only justified your sense of foreboding. “answer me. do you understand?”

you remain silent for a heavy second, mouth completely devoid of moisture and heart pumping too rapidly to speak steadily.

“yes, rafe.” you nodded against his chest and you felt him exhale, almost in a way that resembled relief. “i understand. i’m sorry…” you weren’t sure what you were even apologizing for, but it was something you were so used to doing to save your own ass.

“it’s okay, baby, i know.” he plants his lips to your scalp sweetly before pulling away just a couple centimeters. “i know it gets hard sometimes– i know i’m hard, and i’m sorry for that. i’m really trying.”

“i know.” you say weakly, the words all but muffled by the shirt your face was buried into.

you felt him nod above you before he placed another kiss on your head. 

“i love you so, so much.” rafe whispers into your hair, the air of his words against your scalp sending chills down your back.

you nod in response, submitting to the silence that weighs heavy on your tongue.

[lewsnumerounofan]

interrogation tactics (rafe cameron x reader)

summary: you and rafe are trapped in singh’s mansion. rafe needs to know where the diary is, and he’s willing to do just about anything to find out.

notes: nsfw, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), consent is a bit like mmm (??), idk the obx plot well so factual details might be wrong…., maybe a bit of fluff like so little, ~1k words

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“Tell me,” Rafe says, and your eyes roll back as his fingers press into you harder, stretching you until you’re gasping. Under his ringed hand your hips buck and twist, burning from the way his tongue moves over you, inside you.

“Rafe please I don’t know anything-“ you try, but he’s locking your hips down harder and fitting another finger into you. The strong band of his nose keeps nudging into your clit, his tongue passing over your folds. He’s like a man starved as he devours you, grunting as you buck against him.

The shaking legs around his head are already bruised with hickeys. He’d spent long minutes marking you, nursing out the dark blooms of purple and red on the soft, private skin of your thighs. In case you forget, he’d mumbled as he’d nipped softly your hip bone, who you belong to.

“Rafe please,” you say and your voice cracks as he meets your eyes. From between your legs his gaze is dark, drowsy off the taste of you. The tan arm banded over your hips flexes as you grind against him, shameless now in your pursuit of another orgasm.

Rafe only bares you open further, drawing back to watch your abused cunt flutter in his absence. It’s almost impossible to breathe as he lets his thumb drag down from your bellybutton. Brazen as he pushes over your swollen clit, you whimper at the oversensitivity, at the arrogant, semi-sadistic smirk that tugs at Rafe’s swollen lips. He loves you like this. The snarky, sarcastic mouth you usually reserve just for him is long gone. Now he’s got you begging—begging—beneath him, body marked and abused by his tongue and teeth and crying out at every touch of his fingers. For the very first time he feels the heady rush of power at owning you, at owning your body and your pleasure.

“Tell me about the diary baby. Tell me or we just keep doing this,” Rafe murmurs, voice low and hot on your skin.

The diary —the diary. You’re supposed to know something about the diary, about where it is and who has it (do you have it?). But Rafe is so strong over you, the smell of his cologne so strong that you can’t think. Can’t form the words to tell him.

He clicks his tongue and leans back from you, just far enough that he can grind onto your core at an aching, lazy pace. The friction of his rough dress pants has your head tipping back, hands desperately finding purchase in the thick linen sheets. Rafe repeats the action again, his eyes dropping down to watch where you connect. It feels so good—the heavy weight of him over your center, the bruising grip of his hands on your waist, the exhale of breathe over your neck as he groans out your name. Even the thick shape of him through his pants has you keening, writhing against the bed.

“Rafe, Rafe.”

It was his turn to moan at your desperate babbling. He shook his head, eyes closed and jaw locked as he fought to control himself. With his shirt halfway unbuttoned and his pretty lips and jaw decorated with smudges of your lipstick, Rafe looked a mess. Something about it, something about how ruined he just from touching you, had you shuddering and whimpering anew.

“I know. I know baby,” he said. His voice was ragged as he shifted down again, folding you open and putting his mouth over you.

You could barely speak now, barely think past the warm, rough tongue lapping at the hot skin between your legs. You ached from the orgasms Rafe had already forced from you, ached from the way he was moaning into your slick legs. It was too much, but still he didn’t let up, shoulders broad as they kept your legs from closing.

“Rafe please I can’t,” you begged.

When he spoke his words hummed into your skin.

“Tell me you have the diary.”

You couldn’t help the tears the gathered in your eyes at his demand. There was no way you could take much more of this. But still Rafe’s fingers worked you, his tongue pushing into you as you writhed and begged. It was so close—your stomach was tight with it, eyes shut hard against the dizzying proximity of another orgasm. You needed it. And then Rafe’s ringed hand was moving, brazenly passing over nipple and closing around your throat. You were a goner.

“Mr. Sunn. John B gave him a copy, please Rafe please, please.”

You were incoherent. Delirious off the both the possession and lack of oxygen bestowed by Rafe’s hand. Below you, Rafe smirked into your skin. His eyes were almost wholly black as he gazed at you.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” he murmured. And then he was pressing harder at your neck, his large hand sure to leave you with a necklace of bruises. Doubling down, his tongue worked you harder, fingers sure as they circled your clit. Everything went hot as you looked at him. The strong breadth of his shoulders and his tan golden skin. The glint of his rings and you on his fingers. His pretty swollen lips, still grinning at you. And then your vision went and you were bowing into him, desperately clutching at his hand, at his fingers as he slid them into yours.

“That’s good baby. Did so good for me,” Rafe panted as he held your reeling body, shifting up beside you. Rings glinting as they cupped your flushed cheeks.

“So good,” he murmured again, letting his lips press over your brow.

[sublimecatgalaxy]

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: No actual smut but it is 18+, very flirty, sort of dirty talk, I love it though.

A/n: This is an anon request, enemies to lovers/Sarah's best friend with Rafe with the quotes "Go fuck yourself rafe" and "Fuck me yourself you coward"

My eyes watch him from across the room, my tongue tucked firmly between my teeth to prevent me from calling out to him, to tell him to put a shirt on, stop flaunting it around the house but I keep to myself, mindful of Sarah beside me.

He eyes me carefully through his long ashes, hiding the smirk behind the neck of the beer bottle that he's been nursing for ten minutes, occasionally taking teasing sips, lips wrapping sensually around the tip of the bottle.

He's less tense today, shoulders are looser and he seems less agitated overall. Maybe it's the weed and alcohol running through his system, maybe it's the lack of Rose and Ward, or maybe it's me.

I hope it's me.

He gives me a simple look, nodding towards the stairs and I smile to myself, knowing the look better than anything in this world. It takes a few moments after he leaves for me to slip away from Sarah's side, trying my best to inconspicuously go find him alone without anyone at the party realizing and my plan seems to be successful by the time I reach the stairs alone.

Rafe's standing at the top of the stairs with a stupid grin on his face, head tilted teasingly at me as he extends his hand to me to help me up the rest of the stairs. I take it gladly, loving the feeling I get just from touching him so simply.

"You miss me?" He asks, wrapping a strong arm around my waist and pulls me to his chest, nose bumping cutely against mine while swaying me gently back and forth, slowly, the opposite tempo of the music bumping downstairs.

"Fuck you, Rafe." I whisper with a grin, pressing myself up on my tip toes to press a kiss to his lips, lingering for a moment as he moans lowly, a groan rumbling in his chest.

"Fuck me yourself, you coward." His hand slides up my arm, to my shoulder eventually landing on my neck, fingers wrapping around the column of my throat which forces a giggle from me. "Hiding from my sister, trying not to look at me, you can't even help yourself."

My lips slam against his, pressing him back into the wall behind him with no warning and he laughs against me, hiking my leg up over his waist as he hands work at pushing my dress up my thighs.

"Fuck, I missed you." He whispers against me and I grin wickedly, biting playfully at his lip.

"Show me then."

[harrysbelovedd]

the kook's girl [rafe cameron]

pairing - rafe cameron x kook reader

summary - being the only girl in the kook friend group, you were always taken care of. especially since you and rafe started dating four months ago. safe to say, everyone on the island knew not to mess with you if they valued their life at all. so, when the tourons came to town in the summer, the kook boys always got their bit of fun.

warnings - swearing, fighting, just our fav protective!rafe

"Sarah, it's our song!" She slurred, grabbing onto her best friend's hand, pulling her onto the dance floor.

Rafe and Sarah are never on good terms, but Rafe knows no matter how much he hates his sister, she'll always be his girl's best friend. He's grateful for it sometimes, as annoying as it can be, it's just one more person who cares about her and is always looking out for her when Rafe can't be.

But tonight, as both kook girls are drunk off their asses, Rafe keeps a close eye. He spots John B doing the same from across the club as he sits next to Kiara, still keeping a close eye on his girl, Sarah.

Rafe sits in a booth at the club, nursing a glass of whiskey in his palm. Topper and Kelce sit next to him, talking about things he could not care less about at the moment. For example, the girls on the dance floor they want to take home, golf, etc.

No, Rafe's attention is solely on the girl who lights up the dance floor in her sparkly pink dress which Rafe bought for her just three days prior. Her gold necklace with the letter 'R' hanging from her neck shines brightly as the club lights hit it. Her baby pink kitten heels travel her elegantly across the floor as her arm remains tightly latched onto Sarah's as they dance in tune.

He barely even notices the slight smile etched onto his lips in affection as he takes a slow sip from his glass.

"Yo!"

Rafe's attention is abruptly moved from his girl to his dumbass friends as Topper pulls on his white half-way unbuttoned shirt.

"What?" Rafe spits, rolling his eyes at their antics.

"Tourons, 12 o'clock." Topper warns.

"What the fuck? I think they're looking at Y/n and Sarah, man." Kelce points out, suddenly sitting up straighter as they both snap out of their previous conversations to keep an eye on the situation.

This catches his attention as he clocks the three sun burnt tourists waltzing in wearing khaki shorts, polos, and flip flops. Idiots. He notices one of them point in Y/n's direction as the other's snicker, laughing as they spoke to each other.

Rafe’s eyes dart back to Y/n, oblivious as ever, in her own little world.

"I've almost been waiting to pick a fight," He confesses. "Just wait till they get too close."

The three morons make their way in the direction of Y/n. One particular guy, wearing a blue tropical button up, comes up behind Y/n, tapping her shoulder. Rafe is just close enough to overhear the conversation.

“Hey, I’m Ethan,” he smirks, hungry eyes looking her up and down.

She turns around, her smile slightly fading at his stare. “Um, hi.” She spins back around, grabbing onto Sarah.

“You two are pretty little things, out here by yourselves.” He chuckles, his hand moving to her shoulder.

“You gonna go out there man?” Topper asks, getting anxious for the girls.

“No, just wait. I want a real excuse to kill em’.” Rafe responds, his fists clenching.

Ethan’s grimy hands near Y/n’s neck, his index finger latching onto her gold ‘R’ necklace. “What’s your name, hm? R…?”

“You’re gonna regret that,” Y/n whispers, her eyes meeting Rafe.

Rafe stands, marching over to Ethan. Rafe’s fist latches onto the back of his collar, pulling him back as Y/n’s necklace slips from his grasp. Rafe turns him around, knocking a punch to his jaw, blood spurting from his lips onto Rafe’s face.

Rafe lets go aggressively, the boy falling to the ground forcefully. Rafe smirks, his ringed hand coming up to wipe Ethan’s blood from his jaw. “The ‘R’ stands for Rafe. Her boyfriend.” He states before knocking one more punch to the boy’s cheek.

“I-I’m sorry,” He pathetically whimpers, begging for mercy.

“She clearly had zero fucking interest in you, yet you continued,” He chuckles. Rafe leans down, pulling Ethan’s neck up by his collar. “You better hope your flight out of here is tomorrow morning. If not, watch your back man.”

Topper and Kelce come into view, peering at the man below Rafe, only inciting more fear into the poor tourist. Ethan’s two friends quickly pull him up, scattering out of the club as fast as they can.

Rafe turns to Y/n, his demeanor immediately turning soft, a side of himself only she gets to see. “You okay, baby?” He asks, his eyes scanning over her face for any discomfort.

“I’m okay, just some asshole tourist.” She rolls her eyes, manicured fingers grasping onto her necklace.

His eyes flick down to her hand, she only fidgets with her necklace when she’s uncomfortable or nervous. He feels more rage and anger boil up inside him thinking about how that guy ruined her night of fun with Sarah.

“Wanna go home, baby?” Rafe whispers softly, fingers pushing her hair behind her ears.

She bites her lip in debate, turning toward her friend Sarah. Sarah nods her head, “It’s okay, I’m gonna have John B take me back to his place too, it’s getting late anyway.”

“Yeah, okay, let’s go home. I’ll text you Sarah, we can hang out tomorrow, yeah?” Y/n feels guilty, her and Sarah haven’t gotten to spend as much time together ever since she started dating John B and hanging out with his friends more.

Y/n had nothing against the pogues, she thought the rivalry was stupid and childish. She actually found them quite nice, but she spends every minute with her best friends, Rafe, Topper, and Kelce.

Rafe slings his arm around her shoulder after giving his goodbyes to Topper and Kelce, walking you to his truck. He opens the door for you without a word, buckling you in and shutting the door.

When he gets in on his side, starting the truck, he looks over at his girl at her sad eyes. “What’s wrong, angel?”

She sniffles, “I just miss Sarah. Wanted to hang out with her tonight but those guys ruined it.”

Rafe’s hand slips around her thigh, patting it lovingly. “I know, hon. I’m sorry. I’ll make sure Sarah gets her ass off the cut tomorrow to hang out with you, okay?”

She smiles, her hand finding comfort atop Rafe’s. “I love you.”

“I love you more,” he leans over, pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek.

[sweetestdesire]

MR. IRRESISTIBLE

WARNINGS: hair pulling, choking kink, extreme domination, spanking, mentions of alcohol consumption, sex while under the influence, etc. 18+ readers only

PAIRING(S): Frat boy!Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: in which Rafe Cameron is an arrogant son of a bitch, but at least he’s honest.

Y/N looked around the crowded room, desperately trying to spot a familiar face in the sea of college kids. She hated going to parties where she didn't know anyone. After minutes of searching, she saw only a few people she recognized from her classes. Some were nice enough to wave, while others either pretended not to notice or genuinely didn't recognize her. She sighed, wondering why she even bothered to come out tonight.

School had started four weeks ago and she still hadn't managed to find a group of friends she really clicked with. Y/N really tried those first couple weeks, even forcing herself to strike up conversations with new people everyday. All of it was in an effort that one of those random conversations would turn into a friendship. After weeks of that, she finally gave up knowing that it would happen naturally at some point.

She looked down at the drink she'd been nursing for the past twenty minutes. The drink was a hardcore mix of liquor that Topper had whipped up. He was the one who invited her here, after being invited by someone else. Still, Y/N agreed, only because she couldn't take another night in her single dorm. Topper was chill enough, sparking a conversation one night, but really, the dude seemed like too much of a poser for her to want to get close.

Topper tended to jump between friend groups, almost like he was weighing his options of who he'd rather spend his nights with. Y/N laughed to herself at the fact that even though she didn't want to come with Topper, she still managed to lose him in the crowd. Regardless of wanting to come with him in the first place, she was alone at a party with a shitty drink and playing a game of chicken as to when she'd give up and go home.

Y/N looked around again, doing another lap around the crowded living room when she saw a face that made her stop in her tracks. Out past the drunk college students was a guy who leaned against the wall, wearing a brightly colored button up shirt that was more open than it was closed. A pair of khaki shorts and a backwards hat completed what Y/N considered to be the typical frat boy attire.

She looked back up at the boy's sculpted face and features, accentuated only by the string of Christmas lights that hung across every wall of the place. She daydreamed a little too long, getting caught up in what was underneath the boy's clothes. The pink colored shirt hung low on the boy's chest, giving Y/N a peek at the sculpted pecs. She mentally cursed herself for falling for the stereotype.

Y/N eventually snapped out of it, only to see the boy looking straight at her, noticing that she’d been staring. She blushed redder than the solo cup she was holding, wishing the cheap lights could conceal the look of embarrassment that swept over her as she took a sip of her drink and tried to act normal.

She looked again, too curious to see if maybe the boy hadn't really noticed. But still, the stranger managed to catch her at the right time, matching Y/N’s stare with his own. He turned to his friends, mouthing out some excuse to leave the group and started walking her way.

"Are you having a good time?" The mystery dude asked when he was close enough. He clutched a near empty bottle in hand, backing Y/N into a corner.

"I'm sorry, what?" The girl stammered.

The mystery dude curled his face into a smile. “The party." He turned his head to the blue flag of Greek alphabets hanging just above the mantle. "You having fun?”

"Oh." Y/N said, looking back at the boy, oblivious that she'd ended up at a frat party. "Yeah, I just came here with a friend."

The other guy looked around, seeing that she was alone and that her supposed friend was nowhere to be seen. Mystery dude just smiled. "Piece of advice?" The boy asked, finishing his beer and setting it on a table.

"I guess." She managed to stutter.

The frat boy leaned in, standing dangerously close enough that Y/N could smell the alcohol on his breath. “Be a little more subtle when you stare at the dudes here." He pulled off a little, giving her a wink. "Most people are here to check out the party, not the frat boys."

"No, it’s not what you think.” She tried to muster, but she got caught on her own tongue.

Y/N should have played it cool and brushed it off, but somehow the boy made her nervous. It'd been a while since she'd been so flustered, but the muscled boy turned her into an incoherent mess. She was like a deer caught in front of a train with nowhere to go. She was sure no amount of dim lighting could hide her embarrassment.

She opened her mouth to mutter an apology, but the boy stopped her. "Take it easy, sweetheart. I'm just teasing you.”

Y/N wanted to wipe the cocky grin away from the boy's face. Why did he have to look so good, anyway?

“Yeah." She managed. She was desperate at this point to leave the conversation, and this house, for good. "I'll just see myself out." She mumbled as she turned towards the door.

Y/N must have looked pretty ashamed because the boy softened his voice and turned his head towards the large french doors leading out to the backyard.

“Wait. Come outside with me." He said, not even bothering to ask. "It's quieter out there, so we can talk without people overhearing."

Initially, Y/N wanted to leave and forget that she'd come here in the first place. Don't come back to the Pi Kappa house, she reminded herself in big, bold letters. But yet, somehow she wanted to see what it was the frat boy wanted.

She softly nodded her head as she was led outside, weaving through the sea of college kids as she headed to the large glass doors. The mystery dude disappeared for a few seconds, dipping into the kitchen, and coming back with two beers in hand.

"You're gonna need this.” He insisted as he walked Y/N over to a bench at the edge of the backyard, shrouded in trees and not very well lit.

She looked around, hearing a few conversations from people who'd congregated out there for a smoke. She couldn't make anything out though, giving her a sense that she could talk freely.

"I'm Rafe, by the way." The frat boy said, as he undid the cap on the iron edge.

"Y/N." She replied, giving him a weird look. She took a sip of the beer, thankful that she didn't have to pretend to like her mixed drink anymore.

“So, you really came to a party to try and get lucky with one of the brothers?" Rafe asked, causing the girl to nearly spit out her drink.

"No!" She protested as Rafe laughed. She shook her head, needing to get used to the boy's carefree comments. "I didn't know it was a frat party until we got here. I came with a friend."

Rafe nodded as he took a sip of the cliche red solo cup. To his credit, the boy didn't wince at the nasty concoction. "A friend who clearly doesn't know how to mix drinks. You sure he's not trying to get you fucked up?" He asked, pouring the mix on the grass.

"I guess he's more of an acquaintance, really." Y/N admitted. She looked over at Rafe, still trying to figure the boy out. Most dudes would have ditched her by now, yet the boy was still here, making conversation.

"So, what's your angle here? Or do you enjoy cornering the new girls at parties?" She asked, as her liquid courage seeped into the soil.

Rafe laughed aloud, shaking his head. “I wasn't trying to make you uncomfortable." He smiled again. “If anything, you looked like you were having a shitty time and I was hoping to make it a little better."

Y/N’s mind went wild, wondering if the boy meant for his comment to come off like that. She could already see this conversation as the precursor to some poorly directed porn video, complete with the sterotypical frat dude looking to get some action.

She looked over at him. “So, is this the part where you take me up to your room and convince me to suck your dick?" She asked, feeling more comfortable at this point.

Without skipping a beat, Rafe responded, "Nah. The house is too crowded, so there's no way we could sneak in there without anyone noticing."

She tried to find a smirk on the boy's face, but couldn't. Rafe was straight faced and much to her disdain, incredibly sexy.

Y/N’s face turned serious. “You're fucking with me, aren't you?" She put the bottle down, and turned over her palms.

"Not unless that's what you want." He teased, ignoring her accusations.

She looked at him, squinting as if there was some way to tell whether or not he was serious. "What is this, Rafe? Some game you frat boys play on new blood? Is one of your brothers in the bushes recording this so you can post it on your Instagram story later?"

"No games." He shook his head. “And no recording.” He tilted his face. “Unless that's something you're into cause I hear you can make so much cash on Onlyfans.”

Y/N growled loudly as she glared at the boy, curling her fist out of instinct, though she knew she could never actually punch someone.

Rafe couldn't help but laugh, enjoying himself a little too much at the girl’s expense. “I saw you checking me out inside and wanted to see if you were actually down to hook up." He flashed her that same smile that Y/N started to hate. "I actually think you're pretty cute."

"I'm not cute." Y/N said, not wanting to be some little pet. She slumped back into the bench. "I'm the first girl who's shown an interest in you all night and now you expect me to just get on my knees?”

Rafe smiled. “Well, I was picturing us lying down, but standing up works, too."

Y/N rolled her eyes again, ready to walk off.

"Wait." Rafe said, as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. His face may not have looked too intimidating, but the boy had one hell of a grip. "I'm sorry for all the joking, it's kinda my personality. I'm not one for being serious all the time." He saw her face soften as she retook her seat.

She shook her head, turning to face him. “I don't get how you can be so casual about all this."

"Come on, Y/N." Rafe said. “We're in college now. If you want to have sex with someone, then you just ask them."

Now, Y/N wasn't a stranger to hook up culture, having not had many successful relationships in high school. Still, something about this seemed foreign. She brought her face up to Rafe’s and the two of them started a game of chicken to see who'd move first.

Y/N gathered together the last of her courage and brought her lips up to his and kissed him. He couldn't hide his shock when he felt them touch, almost like he was sure he'd have to string her along with every request. He soon kissed back in an effort to prove that he wasn't bullshitting.

Even after orchestrating this whole meeting, Rafe seemed to be taken aback as he pulled away from her. "Easy there, we can't get too hot and heavy out here." He said casually while catching his breath. “You got a place we could go that's not full of drunk college kids?"

Y/N nodded. “Yeah, I'm in a single back on campus."

A smile crept across Rafe’s face as if he'd struck gold. "Lead the way, freshman." He said, finishing both of their drinks.

Y/N followed as she was led out of the frat house, stopping a few times whenever Rafe ran into someone he knew. He played it cool and somehow, no one seemed to question why the frat boy was leaving their own party. In those short greetings, she could tell that he was well liked. Somehow, that put her at ease.

Once outside, they walked down the suburban streets back to campus which was only a few blocks away. The pair chatted easily, getting to know each other a little better. Y/N shared a bit about herself too, though was careful not to get too deep. They were, after all, going to hook up and she didn't want the slightest inconvenient detail to ruin that. It had been a while since she'd had sex, still getting used to her new life here.

They eventually made it to Y/N’s dorm and walked right up to the front desk. To no one's surprise, Rafe knew the girl working there, who blushed red at the sight of him. Y/N rolled her eyes, but then again, who could blame her. She watched as Rafe put on his cool facade, leaning into the desk and doing his little playful banter. She stood behind, watching it unfold as the girl gushed before them.

"Why aren't you over at the Pi Kap party?" She asked in a high pitched voice. Y/N rolled her eyes, knowing that if Rafe were to extend an invitation, she'd leave the desk right now and go with him.

Rafe smiled. “We actually just came from there." He leaned into the cheap countertop. “I wanted to make sure my good friend, Y/N here got back okay." He gestured towards Y/N. “It's her first year."

The girl did a cursory turn to her, but didn't even bother to look. "Well, I guess I could let you go up without signing in." She smiled at him. “Being that you're such a sweet friend."

Rafe gave her a wink as Y/N tried her hardest to keep herself from audibly gagging. The girl was trying way too hard, and she could tell that this was all some game Rafe was used to playing. And the boy was damn good at it.

"Thanks again,” He looked over at the nameplate, "Jessica."

The girl blushed red, twirling her hair as she buzzed them in. "See you at the next party.” She said as Rafe closed the door and they got into the elevator.

"One of your fuck buddies?" Y/N dared to ask.

Rafe shook his head. “I've never seen that girl before in my life."

Y/N couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “Must be nice to be so charming." She muttered, sarcastically.

He got up in her face, able to smell the faint scent of beer coming out of her pursed lips. "You'd be surprised what a smile and some nice words can do, sweetheart."

She stood her ground, looking into his eyes. “Like get a frat boy to come back to your dorm room?" She asked.

Rafe cracked, forming a smile on his face as the elevator buzzed and the doors opened. "You're not so timid after all." He said as they exited and she led them to her room.

Y/N slid her card into the door and welcomed Rafe in. She stood there by the door, like she was waiting to be told what to do.

"Come here." Rafe said as he sat down onto her bed.

She slowly walked over, feeling her pussy become more and more soaked with every step. Somehow, the thought that this was all a ploy and Rafe would bolt out the door at any minute still ran across her head. But until that would happen, she told herself that she'd see it through.

"You really are cute." He said, catching Y/N’s eyes in the bedside lamp.

She couldn't help but blush, replying, "You're pretty cute yourself. For a frat boy, of course.”

Rafe brought his hands up to her face, holding her tight to assert dominance. The pressure on her chin would have been enough for Y/N to submit, but she refused to show him her weakness. She held a face full of longing as he pulled himself in, smashing their lips together. She felt like clay in Rafe’s grip, molding into his touch. She knew that Rafe wouldn't hurt her in any way, and she'd be lying if she said she didn't like being roughed around.

Rafe pulled off as they caught their breath, inhaling her scent. "Was that good enough for a frat boy?" He asked, playfully.

She gripped at his shirt, hooking her fingers on the open button and pressing into his chest. "Really good." She admitted while her head spinned.

He flashed a cocky smile as he pushed him back onto the bed. He stood over her, watching her beneath him with her legs and arms stretched out to the edges of the bed. He'd cuff her at each end if he could. Rafe stripped off the last few buttons from his salmon colored shirt and tossed it aside. He slipped out of his shorts, leaving only a pair of white boxer briefs that Y/N thought looked too good against his skin.

Rafe smiled at the attention as he knelt onto the bed and moved towards her. He planted his knees on both sides of her torso, leaving poor Y/N with nowhere to run. She sunk her fingers into his waistband, pulling at the white strap while looking back up at the muscled boy. He nodded at her, who eventually pulled the pair of Calvin's down, setting his cock free. She eagerly grabbed it and gave it a few strokes. She felt like she'd hit the jackpot with Rafe.

"You look surprised." The cocky boy said as he looked down.

"I knew you'd be big.” Y/N said as she reached up to lick the bead of pre-cum that oozed out of the exposed tip. "Just not this big." She kissed the flared tip and looked back up at the boy with her warm eyes.

“What made you think so?" Rafe asked as he felt those soft lips against his shaft.

She stuck out her tongue and slapped the thick cock against it a few times. "Because you wouldn't be this arrogant if you were small." She shot him a wink. “You're hot and you know it."

Rafe chuckled, pleased by her response. As far as partners goes, she proved to be the most unpredictable. “Then isn't it your lucky day?" He asked. “Something tells me you don't know just how hot you truly are, Y/N."

She didn't respond. The banter between them was fun, but it did nothing to satiate how confused she was about Rafe. Still, none of that mattered right now. Rafe watched as she slowly took the dick down her throat, feeling those wet lips slide down his shaft. He felt her tongue swirl underneath his foreskin, paired with the soft look in Y/N’s eyes, telling him that she liked the way it tasted.

"Fuck, Y/N." He said softly, as he watched her take him down.

After a few minutes of making sure that he was watching, she turned her attention to sucking. Ignoring that Rafe, in all his handsome and cocky glory, was even there. It had been over a month since she'd given a proper blow job, having last been with a boy right before the move here. And now she was hungrier than ever. The sight of her taking his cock down with ease sent Rafe’s mind working, thinking of all the possibilities he now had.

“Flip over.” He said to her, who did as she was told without question. Rafe sunk down, laying on top of Y/N as he kissed at her neck. “You gonna be mine for the night?" He asked, as he lodged his cock between her pussy lips, with only the thin fabric of her thong preventing contact.

"Yes.” Y/N replied as he blew over all the places he'd kissed, making the girl shiver.

"What was that? I didn't hear you." He tormented, thrusting his cock into the fabric like he was trying to pierce through.

"Yes, Rafe." Y/N moaned loudly and more clearly.

She lifted her head up, turning to face him and pulling him in for a heated kiss. All of these weeks of refraining from sex had caught up to her, leaving her practically begging for it. Anything that Rafe wanted of her, she'd relinquish.

He bit down on her lip, muttering, "Good,” as he finally pulled away.

Not waiting to be told, Y/N arched her back, eliciting a moan from the boy at the sight. She felt his fingertips curl underneath the elastic and slip them off to her knees. What she couldn't see was Rafe fawning over her beautiful pussy. It took Rafe all he could to not just sink down and dive in, but he knew better. The sight alone made his mouth water.

He must have been staring so long because eventually Y/N turned back, asking, "Do you like what you see?"

Rafe nodded with a smirk. “It's the prettiest fucking pussy I've ever seen." He brought his hands up to her pussy and spread them apart and brought his thumb over the opening, tapping lightly like he was capping off a bottle.

"You gonna let me eat this pretty pussy?" Rafe taunted, tracing circles around the hole. He loved to command girls, treating them like his little playthings.

"Please eat my pussy, Rafe." She begged out, not wanting to be teased any longer. If it was any other guy, she'd willingly play this game of cat and mouse, but it had been too long since she'd been with someone, and Rafe was just too hot to drag it out.

He gave her a smack on the ass, muttering, "Good girl," as he sunk down and licked along her pussy. He stuck out his tongue, lapping at the girl’s pussy and tasting it. He licked some more, eating her out until she was squirming and panting before him.

"Fuck." Y/N muttered out, feeling her senses on overload as his expert tongue worked her. She was glad she was in this position so he couldn't see the surprised look on her face as she got eaten out.

Soon, Rafe could feel her hole opening up to him as he stuck a finger inside, scraping against her walls. That made Y/N moan out, which was music to the arrogant boy's ears. He pushed another inside, feeling her hole open then close, gripping onto his digits.

"Please, Rafe.” She begged, feeling her pussy drop all over her sheets. “I can’t take anymore teasing. Please, fuck me already.”

"You beg so nicely.” His voice was dark and possessive, and his hands shot to her thighs, gripping them with bruising force.

Rafe wasted no time and started to push in, careful that he start off slow. He was experienced enough to know that these sorts of things couldn't be rushed, no matter how much the other person begged. He pushed deeper, feeling that hole open for him as he shoved himself inches inside.

"Oh, my God." Y/N moaned out, feeling just how tight those weeks of no sex had made her. "You're really big." She admitted to Rafe, regardless of how much that would inflate his ego.

"Come here." Rafe mumbled as he hooked his hand around the back of her neck and brought her up to his chest.

He played with her breasts with one hand, feeling her body scrunch up when he flicked her nipples. With his other hand, he gripped tightly onto her jaw and brought her closer to him, kissing her on the lips.

"You feel so fucking good, Y/N." Rafe grunted as he slowly thrusted into her. “Way tighter than anyone I've ever been with."

With the pain now subsided, Y/N fucked herself on his dick, grinding her ass onto him. Rafe growled into her ear, giving her a final kiss before he pushed her roughly back down onto the bed. He gave her ass a slap, leaving a mark of his hand that he knew would linger for the rest of the night. She submitted easily, not protesting his tight grips or slight rough-housing. He didn't know this yet, but this is exactly how Y/N liked to get fucked.

Rafe gripped onto her waist and started to really pound into her. Pulling his cock out halfway and shoving it back in quickly. This motion sent the sound of his balls slapping against her cheeks through the air, paired with the low grunts that escaped his mouth. He pounded into her, biting down on his lip every time his cock sunk back down into her tight cunt.

He was fast now, dripping sweat as he pounded into her relentlessly, wondering if there was even a threshold for how much Y/N could take, and whether he’d ever come close to crossing it. He sunk down on his knees a bit, getting into a new angle as his dick jabbed back and forth. This seemed to do it for her, who'd clenched even harder as the cock rocked back and forth.

"Fuck me right there, just like that.” Y/N begged, feeling the tip of Rafe’s cock press into her G-spot. It was like a secret button the boy was pressing, with each bit of contact getting her closer to cumming.

Rafe latched his hand around her throat, holding her tight against his chest. With his hips, he fucked into her, knowing he was getting real deep in her pussy. He knew this was the final stretch after dragging out his own orgasm for the past fifteen minutes. He was close, and the sounds escaping Y/N’s mouth told him that she was, too.

"Gonna fill you up." Rafe mumbled into her ear in between strokes, firmly squeezing her throat. “Make you my little cum slut."

Y/N was on fire. She was a glass bottle filled up with so much air, she was bound to explode any minute, sending pieces of herself to shatter in every direction.

"Please, Rafe." She pleaded as she held onto the boy's hands that were still attached to her throat. "Please, cum inside me and make me yours." She had no time to mince her words and not enough care to worry about how they made her look in front of him.

Hearing those words, Rafe bit down on her shoulder and unloaded into the girl. He tasted her skin on his tongue, feeling her tight hole clench down on his cock as he shot six or seven loads of cum inside her. He held onto her tight, taking in her scent and the feeling of her damp skin.

She shattered like glass, wrapping a scream into a gasp as she came. It rippled over her in waves, over and over and over again. If she hadn't closed her eyes, her vision would've gone white. Though her legs went limp briefly, he held her up with both hands and she balled her hands into fists.

"You're mine now." He whispered into her ear, not sure if she was coherent enough to make out what he said. She was barely able to balance herself, if not for the strong hands that kept her in place.

Her eyes remained closed as she panted, trying to catch her breath. Exhaustion over took her; her mind and body felt different than they ever had. Rafe eventually loosened his grip from her throat and slowly pulled out of her. She moaned loudly as he pulled his cock out from her throbbing, sensitive pussy.

"Shit." He said, seeing her used hole and river of white cum that contrasted against her skin. "That's the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen."

Rafe reached up and dragged a finger up her thigh, getting some of his load on the tip. He brought it up to her mouth and softly ordered for her to suck, which she happily obliged. He leaned in and gave her a kiss, this time he was soft and caring. He let their tongues dance around for a few seconds before he pulled off, knowing he'd never be able to stop if they kept going.

They sat beside each other on Y/N’s bed as the room fell quiet, leaving only the faint sound of the elevator from across the hall and one of her neighbors playing the newest Drake album from a speaker. This was always the awkward part of hook ups. The time after sex when all that's left are two naked strangers with no idea what comes next.

"I guess you should be getting back to your party." Y/N said, giving the boy an out.

"Yeah." Rafe replied. “Pretty sure they're expecting me." It was a lie, but he felt like staying would complicate things too much, or at least much more than his barely sober brain could handle right now.

He didn't even bother to wipe up the sweat on his chest as he buttoned up his shirt, leaving it just underneath his pecs. Fully dressed, he looked back at Y/N who'd put on a pair of clean panties. She was laying on one side of the bed, careful as the load on her sheets hadn't yet dried.

Rafe opened his mouth to say something, but couldn't quite form the right words. He reached for the door, but turned back.

"I know this is pretty awkward, but I just wanted to say that I really enjoyed this." He looked into her eyes. “Here’s my number. Call me sometime.” He said, as he handed her a piece of paper with his number on it.

Y/N simply nodded, not wanting to add anything else into the conversation that could be used against her later. This was just a hook up after all. She waited for the door to close before sinking back into her bed, desperate to find something else to think about, anything other than this.

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[sunny1616]

Ready

Rafe Cameron x pregnant reader

Summary: You're about to give birth to your twin boys.

Warnings: pregnancy

"Rafe!! I think my water broke!!" You were on the phone with Rafe while in the kitchen getting a snack when all of a sudden you felt wetness down your legs. On the other end of the line you heard nothing but silence.

"WHAT NOW?!... Okay. Thats completely fine. Wooo. Oh my god its happening!!" Rafe was freaking out on the other end trying to gather himself so he could figure out what to do next.

"Rafe! Dont freak out. We both planned for this. Now, im going to-"

"Skrew the plans!!! Go sit on the couch. Stay on the line and wait for me to come home!!"

"Babe, don't worry my bag is packed and im fine. I was just going to clean myself up and change into something else. Then I'll wait for you. I'll see you soon. Just drive safely!"

"*pant* Yea. *pant* Okay. You're right. *pant* We got this. *deep breathe* hang tight for 15mins I'm coming."

"Haha yeah, we got this. Be careful! Bye!"

You end the call, then find some paper towels to toss on the wet spots on the ground. Then you go into your closet and attached master bathroom to clean up and then decide to take a quick shower since you have the time. You then put on some wideleg sweatpants and a comfy stretchy t-shirt on to go on top of your belly.

You are sitting on the floor with all your things packed in your bags for a few days in the hospital. You're doing your final checks when you hear Rafe come in behind you. You twist around to greet him, but he reaches you quick hugging you and rubbing your belly while giving multiple kisses on your temple. You hold onto his arms keeping yourself in his embrace.

"Hey baby, how are you doing? Im sorry I didn't get here sooner. Traffic was crazy. Have you already finished packin? Did you shower?!" From his surprised features, you can clearly tell that this is not going the way he thought.

"Yeah, haha. My contractions are only 15 minutes apart, and I've only had 2 so far, so i thought that i could time my shower in between. Then I just put my clothes on. Im just double-checking all this stuff, i already know we have everything. All that's left is your stuff, and you getting ready. Then heading to the hospital!! Im excited!! But also nervous, haha." You take his silence as shock and relief and how great your doing.

"I'm glad you're all ready to go. I guess ill just change and get this stuff in the car. You just relax, ill do the rest. We'll be in the hospital right away." He then meets your lips with a kiss and gets up and heads to the closet.

"You don't need to rush! Hospital protocal usually says that we should go in when contractions are only 5mins apart. So we still have time! You can shower if you want!"

"You're amazing, you know that? I still say we go before it reaches that point since you're having twins!" He then pops out of the closet after changing and then picks up the packed luggage and carries it downstairs.

"True true. But baby, where's your stuff? i couldn't find it in the closet?" You say loudly so he can hear you from downstairs.

"It's already in the car. I've had my hospital bag in there for a few days now. Don't come downstairs yet! I'll come get you!" You roll your eyes at that. But are so happy that everything is happening at a smooth pace. You then go to get up to find your sweater and Rafe gets back upstairs and is at the door.

"Ready?" He smiles at you.

"More than ever!" You give him the biggest grin.

He then leads you down the stairs, which you admit feels safer with his since you can barely see the steps under your belly.

Rafe then gets you into the shotgun seat of the car and gives you a kiss. He gets around to the other side and starts driving to the hospital. You have a contraction on a red light. But a few handsqeezes with Rafe and controlled breathing exercises get you through.

Once at the hospital reception desk. The nurse explains the paper work and gets you into a wheelchair and helps you to your room.

You then change into your delivery attire and are set into the bed with all the monitors and equipment. This is very real now.

The doctor comes every 2hrs and after 10hrs finally notifies you about your progression and tells you to start pushing.

"You're doing so good, sweetie. One more, you got this!" He's right there by your side giving holding your hand and the back of your neck. During a push, he helps you reach a deeper crunch by supporting your back.

After what feels like hours of pushing. You finally get the first baby out.

Authors note: should i do a pt2? Ive written past this point 3 times now but everytime i save, my progress keeps vanishing!😫 I'll only do it if anyone wants lol. Otherwise i hope you like it and thank you for reading! 💗

[sunraies]

Hi! I was wondering if you could write a one shot where rafe and y/n are a couple and y/n gets hurt or something and rafe becomes super protective over her?

Sure thing! I tried, I hope this is ok x

Freak Accident

Rafe Cameron x Kook!Reader

Warnings - Fluff, angst. Hospital, mentions of injuries. No use of Y/N

When Rafe gets the call that you are in the hospital, his heart drops to his stomach

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Rafe's heart dropped to his stomach when he received the call from Sarah that you were in the hospital.

At first, he thought it was a joke, some sick prank to get him annoyed. But when the reality of her voice sunk in, he had never driven a golf cart faster in his life, and he was pretty sure he broke the speed limit the whole way in Topper's Jeep.

He had been golfing at the club with Topper while you spent the day with Sarah. You wanted to learn to surf, and as much as he hated the idea, he knew he couldn't stop you. Once your mind was set on something, there was no stopping you.

Sarah had promised you would be safe. Kie and the other pogues would be there, all experienced surfers.

Once, he made sure you were ok. He was certain he was going to kill them all.

"Rafe!" Topper called out as he fumbled to catch the keys after Rafe dumped the jeep outside the hospital, leaving the engine running as he hurried inside. It was a miracle he was thinking straight enough to put the car in park.

He quickly found the front desk and asked where you were after cutting in front of a elderly woman. He ran for the elevators, mashing the botton, and when they took too long, he cursed before running up the stairs.

Sarah stood in the hall outside your room, wrapped in John B's arms when he finally made it.

"What the fuck, happened?" He breathed out, cheeks red.

"She's fine, dude," JJ spoke up after they all looked at each other. He sat with Kie, relaxing in the hard plastic chair and arm over her shoulders.

"I wasn't fucking talking to you" Rafe spat, pointing at him while still staring at Sarah.

"There was a huge wave, and she hit the rocks," Sarah said quietly. "But she's ok"

"How the fuck is she ok? She's in the hospital and it's your fault!" He snapped, running a hand through his hair.

"Whoa, it's no one's fault," John B stepped in front of Sarah. "It was a freak accident, man,"

Rafe nodded a little too frantically before scoffing and lunging for John B. "I'll show you a freak accident, man."

"Hey, Rafe. Not here." Topper held him back, having stepped out the elevator and found the scene before him.

They struggled for a moment before Topper snapped him out of it. "Go see your girl," He said softly, holding his shoulders as Rafe nodded slowly.

"He can't. The nurse is in with her, " Kie said quietly. "They said family only."

Rafe shook his head and closed his eyes. "Nah, fuck that"  He broke away from Topper's hold before barging into your hospital room.

You jumped a little as the door flew open while the nurse was taking your blood pressure. You were sure it suddenly spiked as your very flustered boyfriend stood in the doorway.

His ocean eyes scanning over you, focusing on the bruise on your cheek, to the cast on your left arm and down to the cut on your right leg.

"Hi, gorgeous." You smiled gently at him, hoping he would calm down at the sound of your voice.

The nurse looked between the pair of you as Rafe breathed out a small 'Hi'. His eyes were still checking your injuries.

"Your boyfriend?" She asked. "You know it's really only meant to be family allowed"

"Husband," Rafe blurted out. "I'm her, husband. No way am I leaving now. "

Your eyes went wide as the nurse shook her head before smiling knowingly, "Oh, I'm sorry, sir. It wasn't on the charts."

She obviously knew Rafe was lying but humoured it. She was very sweet. "Take a seat, I'm just finishing obs, and our girl here should be good to go."

Rafe didn't need to be told twice as he took a seat beside the bed, desperately wanting to hold you, but let the nurse finish.

"I'm a little worried about the concussion, but other than that. You should be fine for discharge." She smiled. "I'm sure with this guy around, I don't have to worry about someone to look after you once you go home"

"Damn right, she's not leaving my sight." He was deathly serious even though the nurse laughed at the charm to his tone.

"Alrighty then. I'll go get the papers." She left, leaving you and Rafe in silence while you could hear Sarah and the others asking about you.

"Come here, baby." You held out your uninjured hand to him, which he took quickly but carefully. He seemed nervous to touch you, like you would break.

"You scared the shit out of me," He sighed, placing a gentle kiss on your knuckles.

"I know. I'm sorry." You sighed, hating the idea of him being so worried as you knew you'd be the same if the roles were reversed.

He sat down beside you, and you pulled him into your arms, ignoring the pain into your side as he held his weight off you. You ran your hand through his hair. "I'm ok, I'm just a little bruised"

He scoffed and pulled away, "and broken. You broke your arm, baby"

You hummed. "Oh yeah, would you look at that?" You were sarcastic as you looked down at your cast arm. "I wondered why it was heavy"

He rolled his eyes and smiled, aleast you were well enough to still be yourself. He chose that moment to gently cup your cheek. He was careful of the bruise as he kissed you.

You melted into him, thankful Sarah had called him. He was the best pain relief.

"I meant it, I'm not letting you out of my sight," He whispered against your lips.

"Husband, huh?" You whispered back, teasing as your foreheads rested together.

He blushed and smiled. "I would love to be"

"I like the sound of that. Wife sounds like a good word, too. "

"I would love you to be,"  He breathed, making you pull back in shock.

"Rafe Cameron, if that was a proposal, you can -"

He cut you off with the kiss. "Baby, the day I propose it will be a day you never forget. That was not a proposal." He chuckled.

Honestly, if he was asking there and then, you would have said yes. But knowing Rafe, it would be something involving fireworks and champagne.

[gxdsfavgal]

Liar Liar Pants on Fire

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x kook!fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, takes place in the early episodes of season 1, porn with a lil plot, innocence kink (kinda), realistic loss of virginity, cherry popping, blood, piv, kinda soft dom!rafe, underaged drinking, mentions of weed, kinda public sex, hints of body insecurity, praise kink, biting, unprotected sex but reader is on bc, not edited

Summary: During a party, y/n teases Rafe and says something that flipped a switch in him. He drags her out to Toppers boat.

A/N: recently just started watching OBX and of course my love for toxic men just had to write smut for my husband Rafe Cameron

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It was Summer and of course the Kook prince had to throw a party.

We were all sat around a fire pit, Sarah and Top on one chair, while I was with Kelce on a bench as we both nursed our second beers of the night.

Though I was a year older than Sarah, Top, and Kelce, they were my closest friends. Sar’s brother, Rafe, was in the friend group too but he obviously has his friends that are his age.

“Your boobs look amazing in that top!” Sarah said from across the fire.

I look down at my top to admire it also. I flashed her a giggly smile and a thanks.

I can feel Kelce stare at my chest. I was used to guys looking at me especially my guy friends, but I liked toying around with them and teasing.

I leaned towards his ear. “You wanna touch them, don’t ya?” I whispered in a sultry voice.

He shook his said up and down. My hand grabbed his jaw, turning his face so we make eye contact.

“Well that’s just too bad.” I giggled as I let go and patted his cheek roughly.

Topper let out a laugh that made him spit out a little of his beer.

“Poor Kelce!” a voice behind me said.

I turned my head to see Rafe motherfucking Cameron. The boy that everyone wanted a piece of.

His eyes looked down on me as I sat low on the bench.

He took a few steps closer to me. “That was a good one.” he combed his fingers through my hair but once he got to the end he tugged a little, earning a little whine from me.

He gave his signature smirk and signaled me to scoot closer to Kelce so he can sit next to me.

Rafe was like me, always teasing. The group was used to us teasing each other or us teasing some other Kooks.

I put my feet up on the bench and turned my body facing Rafe. “Open ur legs.” I said to him.

“You know usually I’d listen after a date or two, but for you i’ll accept it.” He scoffed as he widened his legs.

I put my sock covered feet between his thighs, my heel grazing his bulge. I could see his jaw tighten.

God, teasing him felt so good.

With a cold beer bottle in his hand, Rafe dragged the glass from my ankle up to my knee. It sent goosebumps even with the bonfire keeping me warm.

I lift my heel a little and press it just a little onto his bulge through his linen pants. I can feel my leg rise from his hip bucking up, unnoticed to the others.

He clicked his tongue and brought his hand behind my neck, pulling me close to his face.

“You’re a tease y/n.” he grumbled into my ear. I can smell the alcohol and weed mixed with his cologne.

“C’mon Rafe, I know you like it.” my hand reached to his hair to mess it up a bit. I imagine how his hair would look after he railed me, how his hair would stick to his forehead.

He chuckled as he took a swig from his beer.

“Ooo I like that!” I chimed, my eyes bright.

He looked at me confused, thinking that i’m crazy or something. “Like what?”

“I like saying your name.” My thumb rubbed circles behind his ear.

“You do?” his eyebrows were raised but he was playful.

I put my mouth right by his ear, my cheek against his so nobody can hear me.

“Don’t ya wanna hear me moan it? Oh Rafe. Right there Rafe. Fu-fuck Rafe.” I fake moaned as my left hand rested my beer bottle on top of his crotch where his pants tightened.

“Music to my ears, but I’m gonna need to hear it for real.”

I bit at my lip. “Rafey. Please please take my virginity. Oh Rafe.” I teased again.

His head whipped fast, his face turned to me as our noses were barely touching. His eyes were blown and his nose was flaring.

“What?” I said. I was genuinely confused, I was worried I did something wrong, that I pissed him off.

He pushed my legs away from his and standing up. He blocked the fire from me, his shadow looming over me.

“Rafe?” I looked at him as his chest rose and fell fast.

“Get up.” he commanded.

I stood up on my feet, leaving my beer on the bench. I was confused and i’m sure it showed on my face.

He looped two fingers through the belt loops of my jean shorts, turning away and pulling me away from the group.

“Hey, where are you guys going?” Sarah yelled.

“Shut up!” Rafe yelled at his sister which earned him a middle finger from her.

I took my hand and smacked his shoulder. “Don’t talk to her like that.”

“You shut the fuck up too.” he pulled me harder behind him as we still walked to who-knows-where.

The sound of our feet hitting the did changed to thuds of metal, we were on Topper’s dock.

We reached Topper’s new boat, the red and black gleamed in the light of the moon.

“Get in.” he commanded again.

“You’re joking. Top is gonna get mad.” I looked at him like he was crazy.

“Y/n.” he looked down at me. “get. in.”

I sighed and turned away from him to get ahold of the boat, taking a step down into the new $200k boat.

I can feel Rafe’s presence behind me, both of us getting into the boat.

I sat in the captains chair, spinning around and playing around with the wheel.

He towered over me, all I tried to do was ignore him.

“You’re a virgin?” He said with a slight rasp.

I stopped toying around and sighed, slouching into the chair.

“Yeah.” I whispered out.

“Fuck.” he chuckled. He put his hand on the back of the captains chair, leaning his body forward. “You do a whole lotta teasing for a virgin.”

“It’s fun.” I flashed him a small girly smile.

His hand moved to the side of my face, his thumb rubbing on the apples of my cheeks. “Well do you wanna lose it or not?”

I looked at him in his eyes, they’re blown. Black taking over the color of his eyes. His lips were close to mine, his touch sent butterflies all over.

“Yeah.” I choked out.

“What was that?” he asked.

“I wanna lose it Rafe.” he tilted his head back with a groan.

Seeing his throat and his adam’s apple bob made me feel some type of way.

He looked back down at me before pulling my face towards his. Connecting our lips.

He pulled me up and brought me down onto the seats of the boat, my back laid down against the leather.

His hands reached down to my buttons of my shorts. “Are you sure?”

“C’mon Rafe! I’ve been waiting for you to.” I joked around but made sure he knew I was serious.

I unbuttoned my shorts swiftly with one hand as his other held my cheek as he brought his lips to mine again.

I helped him by taking off my shorts, leaving me in my crewneck and my bikini.

His tongue pressed at my lips asking for entrance, our saliva mixing. I’m able to taste the weed and alcohol.

His bulge was grinding onto my clothed clit, I was getting wetter with every ounce of pressure he put on my core.

His free hand toyed with my hem of my sweater, tugging it upwards.

I pull away from his lips.

“On or off?” it’s like he was able to read my mind with what I was going to tell him.

“On.” I quickly said before I pulled him down onto my lips again.

He rolled his hips into my core. “Fuck do that again.” I moaned out into his ear as he sucked bruises onto the column on my throat.

He repeatedly was grinding against me, I was getting more and more slick.

He dragged his free hand down to my hip, drawing light and feathery circles onto the skin. His fingers then moving to the bundle of nerves that made me both tense and relax.

“Look at you. Responding so well to my touch.” he spoke so deep.

It was like his words flowed with the figure 8’s his fingers were making. My body was on auto pilot, my hips bucking up into his hand.

“You think you’re ready, huh?” he asked.

I whined a yes.

He sat up and kneeled on his knees on the seat, my body tilted up by my elbows with my chest rising and falling.

He looked at me with hungry dark eyes as his fingers worked at the buttons of his pants. His bulge prominent which made my mouth water.

He stood up to pull down his pants, leaving him in his tight boxers and his shirt.

“Can I touch?” I looked up at him with wide innocent eyes.

“Fuck, go ahead.” he sighed out.

I sat up and licked my lips. My hands landed on his hips, my thumbs swiping against the material of his boxers.

I brought my lips to his clothes crotch, leaving kisses on his tent. My saliva leaving lip marks on the cloth.

I left kisses on his pelvis bone, making sure that my cheek put pressure on his cock. I can feel his precum leaking through the cloth of his underwear.

He groaned and lord I wish I recorded the sounds he made. His hand tangled into my hair, taking control over my movement.

His hand moving my head back to the center where my lips touch his bulge. My moans against him made him groan and give out whines he tried to hide.

“You’re so good for me.” he breathed out as he pulled me up by my hair and forcing my head into a kiss.

“It’s your last chance to back out.” he looked at me sincerely while he palmed himself.

“Take it Rafe.” I went on the tips of my toes to kiss him.

He pulled down his boxers and with a thud against his skin, his cock was standing hard against his abs.

He pushes my body down onto the seat of the boat and slid his body on top of mine. My legs automatically wrapped around his waist.

He pulls my bikini bottom to the side, his fingers rubbing my slick around. The tips of his fingers intendedly missing the places where I wanted him the most.

He is a tease and so am, that’s compatibility for you.

He leans down so his tip is at my entrance. He puts a free hand between my breasts, feeling my heart racing and my chest rising.

“Breath. Tell me when to stop.” I nodded with my lip stuck between my teeth.

This was the most calm and caring i’ve ever seen him, his eyebrows softened, and all the tension on the surface was gone.

He took his time and made sure I was comfortable for my first time. He pushed in his tip which makes me inhale and dig my nails into his shoulder.

He looks at me to make sure he can push in more, I give him confirmation to just push it all it.

It burns, the stretch is sore and feels uncomfortable. I’ve never felt this full, i’ve never felt this mix of pleasure and pain.

I patted his shoulder to signal Rafe to move. He pulled out half way and grind back into me, his pelvis rubbing at my clit.

The pain started to go away the more he thrusted in and out.

“Oh fuck” I moaned out as I tilted my head up to look at where our bodies were connected.

I’m able to see the strings of my slick attaching itself to the fair skin of Rafes cock, pelvis, and balls.

The feeling in my tummy tightened with each thrust. His balls hit my ass cheeks repeatedly, they rippled.

“Rafe rafe rafe!” I whimpered into his neck, trying not to be so loud.

“C’mon y/n, give it to me. C’mon.” he accentuated his words.

I tried to hold it in, but it kept on unraveling and tugging. It was so tight at the pit of my stomach.

I squeezed my legs around his torso and just let go, biting the junction between his shoulder and neck.

I was sure I broke skin and that the metallic taste was his blood. He groaned and hissed from the pain which he loved.

I sucked where my teeth punctured and soothed it with my tongue.

Once I calmed down, he pulled out of me which made me hiss. I tilted myself up and watched him tug his cock with his hand.

His voice was angelic. “Fuck! I love how I ruined you.” he held his bottom lip between his teeth, groaning.

His eyes remained in contact with mine, never looking else where.

I flashed him a little smile as my eyes raked up his body, from his cock to his abs, to that gorgeous face.

That smile was his final straw. He shot large loads of cum onto my bathing suit bottoms and on his hand.

With the little bit of light coming from the party, I can see the mixture of my cum and his, with my blood on his hand.

I swiped my finger onto my bathing suit bottoms, collecting the just released cum. I brought it to my mouth and wrapped my lips around my finger.

My eyelids were heavy but I wanted to see Rafe’s reaction. I hummed at the salty warm taste, I was addicted.

His jaw was still open as he caught his breath but his eyes and his cock showed that this was just the beginning.