#best friend! rafe cameron

[coryosbaby]

Best friend! Rafe taking your virginity for you >:( n you’re all nervous and blushy and he just lays you down on the bed and takes all of your clothes off. Your body feels like it’s on fire, and you’re so embarrassed and horny </3 so he just strokes your thighs and tells you to open them. And when you do, he moves down your body and kisses every inch of you.

“That’s it, sweet girl…” he says, as he begins to rub his finger up and down your wet little pussy.

“Close your eyes, okay?”

You obey. And then, when all you can see is darkness, he slams his fingers into you. And when you gasp and your hips soar off the mattress, he holds them down, and begins to finger fuck you until you’re dripping down his hand.

You’re crying, begging for him to pound you, to use you. He feels so good, rubs your little clit just right, and it has you sobbing.

“God, you’re so sweet. Such a good little girl.” Rafe coos. He’s breathless, and his heart swells, as much as he doesn’t want to admit that it does. “I’m gonna eat you out now. Need you to loosen up a little bit for me, okay? It’s just me, honey, it’s just Rafe…”

[prettyg1irlstears]

the pool deck (rafe cameron)

pairing: bfb!rafe

warnings: smoking, unprotected p in v sex, pool sex, breeding

you were spending the day with your best friend sarah. you were by the pool the whole day, just swimming, tanning and gossiping.

“oh no, we ran out of lemonade!” sarah says with a frown when he comes bavk from inside. “gotta go buy more.”

“i’ll wait for you” you smile while putting on sunscreen. sarah nods and you watch her disappear with her wallet in her hand.

ten minutes pass and you get a message from her: got distracted by john b. probably up to his place. sorry!

you just chuckle and shake your head. you still couldn’t believe that a kook princess would date the pogue king himself.

the sound of footsteps take you out of your thoughts and your heart skips a beat when you see their owner.

“hi ray” you smile, taking your sunglasses off to look at him and standing up from your sunbed. “how are you?”

”’sup, bunny,” rafe smirks, the nickname he gave you smoothly coming out of his mouth as he lights up a cigarette and taking a long drag. you were his favorite friend of sarah’s, always so sweet and caring, asking how his day was, all innocent.

“i’m doin’ good, how you doin’,” he blew the smoke out the corner of his mouth, watching her as she walked towards him. “you look good in that bikini.”

“thanks! i bought it last week,” you smile. and look at your bikini. “they also had a blue one but i thought this one was better.”

he chuckled at your words, flicking the ash off his cigarette “well, you have pretty good taste.” he commented, stepping closer to you, his gaze lingering on your body.

“thanks!” you smile and then look at the cigarette. you weren’t much of a smoker, but you took one when someone had them. “can i have a drag?”

hesitantly, he handed you the cigarette, his lips twitching into a smile. “sure, if you must.”

his eyes were focused on your lips, the way you suck on the filter, imagining how they would taste and feel wrapped around his dick.

rafe watched you take a long drag, your lips wrapped around the cigarette looking so tempting. he swallowed hard, his eyes never leaving you. he was getting hard. “you look hot as hell.”

“really..?” you smile shyly. you’re not used to getting attention from guys, and you’re definitely not used to comments like this. “i don’t get that often.”

his eyes roamed over your body, tracing the curves of your figure with a predatory gaze, his breath hitching as his cock hardened in his swimming pants. he coudln’t take it anymore, he reached out, grabbing your ass, squeezing it softly.

you gasp, looking up at him with a shocked and confused expression that only made him grow harder. “what are you doing, ray??”

his hand slips lower, his fingers finding the damp fabric of your bikini bottoms. he chuckles, his eyes never leaving yours. he wants her, wants to strip you naked and ravish you. “i'm going to fuck you in this pool soon.”

that takes you off guard, making you swallow as you try to talk yourself out of it. “that’s unhygienic.. i- i could get an infection or something—“ you stutter, trying to stay calm.

“you'll be the cleanest bitch in town after I finish fucking you.” rafe whispers, rubbing your butt cheeks. he was already imagining what it would feel like to have you writhing beneath him, moaning his name.

he leans down, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. his tongue slides past your lips, exploring your mouth as his hand playfully slap your butt. if only you knew how much he wants to strip you and have you bent over the pool deck for a good, long, hard fucking.

“rafe— wait— sarah—“ you attempt to say between kisses.

his fingers dig into you hips, pulling you closer against him, his kiss turning more hungry as his arousal presses against you, his cock throbbing pants. “shut up and let me fuck you.”

you want to protest, to tell him that this is a terrible idea, that sarah will kill you when she finds out. but before you can respond, you have his fingers knuckled deep into your pussy

he devours your mouth, his tongue dancing with yours. he could feel your wetness coating his fingers and he couldn't wait to slide that sweet cunny onto his engorged cock.

you leave tiny moans and whimpers into the kiss as he fingers you, shamelessly moving your hips into his hand as your knees bend in pleasure.

he whitdraws his fingers before you can cum, a smirk on his face as he looks at you, his hands on your thighs. "get down on your knees, i wanna fuck you doggy right here.”

his eyes devouring your body as he watched you get into a kneeling position on the edge of the pool deck. he undoes his swimming pants and slides them down, revealing his big, hard and throbbing cock. “spread those legs f’me.”

you do as he says so and he positions himself behind you, his cock pressing against your wet folds. he reachs around and grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling it gently as he begings to push into your tight pussy.

you gasp, your pussy gripping his cock tight. “ray..” you whimper, followed by a low groan from him.

he pulls your hair harder, causing you to let out a small whimper. "shhh, baby. i'm gonna make you cum." he begins to thrust into you, his balls slapping against your clit with each powerful thrust, your plump butt jiggling.

all you can let out are small ah ah ah sounds, and god, that could make him cum right on the spot.

he leans down and plants a kiss on your neck. "i can fucking feel your pussy clenching around me, sweet thing. you want me to fuck you harder? or do you want me to pull out and leave you wet and needy?"

“harder.. harder, ray..” you whine out, the thought of him stopping makes you wanna cry.

without missing a beat, he thrust into you harder, pounding your soaking wet pussy. the sounds of his hips slapping against your plump butt combined with your small and needy whimpers filled the air. “look at you.. taking your best friend’s brother balls deep inside you..”

your eyes roll into the back of your head, feeling the knot in your stomach threatening to burst. ”ray!” you moan out, your pussy clenching.

feeling the sensation of your tight pussy clenching around his cock as you reach your peak, he pulled your head back even further and slammed into you one last time, holding you there as he came inside you with a long grunt. "i fucking told you i was going to make you cum."

small whimpers are leaving your mouth, feeling his warm and sticky cum dump inside you and his lips attacking your neck, all while still coming down from your high.

he stayed inside you for a while, waiting until his panting calms down. after a while he gently pulled out, leaving a mess of his cum in your wrecked pussy. "there's my good girl."

even though you’re completely fucked out, you still somehow manage to get up on your knees, turn around and hug him, seeking out comfort.

feeling your small body against his, he pulled you into a tight hug, basking in the afterglow of your intense fuck session. his voice was deep and soothing as he soothed you in his arms. "come here, my little mess."

divider creds here

[obxologies]

a request if u want tooo🥺 i really like dark rafe cameron i need one where he broke up with her because he is scared to love but she walks on weird dudes trying to as*ault her and he just goes crazy because he realises he really love her

𝘈𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨  𝘙𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘊𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘯

warnings: soft dark!rafe cameron, attempted sexual assault (not by rafe), physical violence, (soft?) angst, a little manipulation

requested?: yes

author's note: i actually had an idea similar to this so i added in a little of my own details, i hope you still like it. if you guys want more dark!character fics, i won't stop you from requesting 👀. dividers made by @cafekitsune

Tanneyhill was overcrowded with teenagers as music blared from every speaker in the house. The back doors were wide open as people went in and out.

Sarah and y/n held hands as they pushed their way to the backyard. Sarah led them to a small area where the could talk alone.

"So, see anyone you like?" Sarah asked y/n as they observed the people around them. "I saw your man from World History inside. What about him?"

"Eh," y/n shrugged uninterested in the boy. "He's cute, but he's unimaginable stupid."

"Okay." Sarah laughed at her. "Well, we need to find you someone. We didn't throw this for not to get laid." She smirked a little making y/n roll her eyes.

Someone cleared their throat behind them. They both turned to see Rafe with Topper and Kelce. y/n rolled her eyes and turned back around while Sarah groaned.

"Why are you here, Rafe?" Sarah asked. "I thought you three were having a sleepover." Rafe rolled his eyes.

"We came back here instead." Rafe shrugged. "Didn't know we'd be crashing a party." He said staring at y/n's back.

"So leave then." Sarah gave him a fake smile and turned back around.

"I think we'll stay actually." Rafe said slowly walking away with Topper and Kelce.

"God, he's annoying." Sarah huffed. "Sorry, he was supposed to be gone until tomorrow." She gave her a 'sorry' smile.

"Don't worry about it." y/n shook her head. "Just help me get to him." She nodded towards a boy who sat by the fire pit with a friend of theirs.

Rafe leaned against the wall as he watched y/n and the boy she had just met talk on the couch. She was practically sitting on his lap as she threw back her drink. She had clearly had one too many while trying to loosen herself up. Rafe's blood started to boil as the boy's hand moved to her thigh and slowly up.

"Can you not stare at them like a creeper?" Sarah snapped at Rafe. He peeled his eyes away from the scene in front of him. "You broke up with her, remember?"

"Yeah, I remember." Rafe stated through gritted teeth.

"Then why are you stalking her?" Sarah shrugged crossing her arms.

"I'm making sure she's okay." Rafe said. "Do you even know who that guy is?"

"Our friend knows him." Sarah told him. "His name is Cooper."

"Yeah, I know." Rafe huffed. "He's Logan Foreman's younger brother."

"Am I supposed to know who that is?" Sarah furrowed her brows.

"He's an asshole who treats girls like shit." Rafe told her.

"Oh, and you've never mistreated a girl?" Sarah tilted her head at him. "Can you just admit you're jealous and leave them be?" Sarah laughed. "It's pathetic, Rafe."

"Where did they go?" Rafe stood up straight from putting all his weight against the wall.

"Jesus, Rafe! You're like a guard dog." Sarah scoffed before walking away.

Rafe ignored her comment looking around the house for y/n. He whipped his head around and caught a glimpse of y/n drunkenly stumbling down a hallway while Cooper had his hand wrapped around her wrist; dragging her to a guest bedroom. Rafe immediately started pushing people to get to the stairs.

"Rafe! Stop!" Sarah shouted. "You're so controlling!" She hurried after him, wishing everyone would move out of the way.

Rafe cursed under his breath at the, what felt like, unnecessary amount of stairs. For he once he didn't appreciate having such a big house. He pushed open every door most of them, fortunately, being empty. The only door locked was the last one at the end of the hallway. He started banging his fist on the door.

"Someone's in here!" He heard Cooper shouted from inside only adding fuel to the fire.

Rafe stepped back before throwing his body into the door. He huffed and reeled his leg back, kicking the wooden door open. He stomped inside the room seeing Cooper on top of y/n who was confused, attempting to push him off of her.

"Mother Fucker." Rafe spat charging towards Cooper. He grabbed the back of his shirt getting him off of her. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" Rafe grabbed him roughly making him face him. "You think I was gonna let you get away with that?"

"She's not your girl anymore, Cameron." Cooper chuckled, but was cut off my Rafe swinging at him. His fist connecting directly to his jaw.

"I'm gonna fucking kill you." Rafe kicked his legs out from underneath him before getting on top of him and beginning to pummel his fist into his face. Cooper's blood poured out of his nose and mouth onto Rafe's fist and the floor.

"Oh my god," Sarah exclaimed seeing Rafe. Topper and Kelce ran into the room going to pull Rafe off of Cooper. "y/n!" She ran to the bed sitting next to her.

"Sarah.." y/n grabbed her hand. Her brain still fuzzy from the liquor, but being more alert now.

"It's me." Sarah nodded. "I'm so sorry. It's gonna be okay." She let y/n lean into her. She wrapped her arms around her tight. Tears welled in her eyes feeling slightly responsible for the situation. "I'm sorry."

y/n only scooted as close to Sarah as she could. The feeling of her arms around her and her hand stroking her head making her feel safe again.

"Rafe! Man, stop!" Topper and Kelce shouted using all their strength to pull Rafe off the boy before he killed him.

Cooper coughed, blooding splashing onto the floor.

The room fell almost completely silent. The only noises being heard was the boys heavy breathing, Cooper's whining, and Sarah's sniffling.

"Get everyone out." Rafe instructed Topper and Kelce. They looked at Sarah who nodded before they walked out the room. "Make sure she's okay." Rafe looked at Sarah. His stare was hard, telling Sarah he was blaming her.

"I will." Sarah nodded.

Rafe grabbed Cooper and pulled him up. The boy groaned and struggled against his grip, but Rafe was still able to drag the boy away.

"I'm so sorry, y/n." Sarah leaned her forehead against hers.

"It's not your fault." y/n whispered. "Just keeping holding me, please."

y/n laid in Sarah's bed in a pair of comfy clothes she had left before. She stared at the tv not really paying attention to the show as Sarah was in her bathroom showering.

The bedroom door opened making y/n sit up. She relaxed a little upon seeing Rafe. He quietly closed the door as walked over the side of the bed.

"Hi?" y/n said softly. She moved letting her feet hang off the side.

"Are you okay?" Rafe asked sitting beside her.

"Yeah." She nodded looking at him shyly. "Thank you."

"I would never let anyone hurt you." Rafe said. "Together or not. I won't let anyone touch you."

y/n gave him a small smile before looking down at her feet.

"I wanna get back together, baby." Rafe said. He got down on his knees in front of her so her thighs were on either side of him.

"Rafe..." y/n sighed. "You're just saying that because you're worried. You don't love me." She shook her head.

"I love you more than anything else in the world, baby." Rafe grabbed her face in his hands. "I thought letting you go would protect you, but I now know the only way you'll be safest is with me."

"What?" y/n scrunched her brows.

"You can't do things like this anymore. You have to stay with me. You saw what happened tonight when I let you go on your own. What if I wasn't here?" Rafe explained. "You have to stay with me, okay?"

"Okay." y/n nodded slowly.

Rafe smiled getting up off his knees. He leaned down kissing her forehead. "Stay with Sarah tonight. I'll see you in the morning."

[prettybabybaby]

tw: noncon (drunk reader). i'm rusty so if this is horrible i'm sorry.

being best friends with rafe and going partying with him. he always promises that he'll watch over you, and he does. he'd never let anyone but him get close to you while drunk. rafe loves how the drunker you get, the more you hang onto him, the more you sleepily burying yourself against him, and the less you notice his wandering hands.

you curl up on his lap, trying to tell him a story but rarely making sense. as his hands slide up your skirt, pinching at your thighs and brushing up against your panties as you laugh at the feeling. once you get so drunk that your fully his. he takes your pliant body somewhere private, usually in his cars, and pushes up your skimpy dress and starts fucking you. still tenderly holding you despite his rough thrust. he loves the little gurgles and moans the come out of your hazy self.

his favorite times is when you're just out of it enough not to fully know whats happening. still aware enough to know it's rafey. he loves hearing you slur his name against his neck while you hug onto him, telling him how much you love him. as he slowly grinds your hips against him, pushing his cock deeper into you.

afterward, he cleans you up. you wake up sometimes asking him what he's doing, and he assures you that you dropped your drink on yourself. silly little drunk girl! and you always believe him. letting him wipe away the cum that you think is alcohol. then he takes you home, and continues to let his hands wander if your out of it enough, while others he holds back your hair while throwing up in the toilet. always ready to tell people the next day how sweet rafe is to take care of his friend like that.

<3

rafe giving you more and more drinks to make sure he gets you where he wants you.

"c'mon it's one night. you know you want to..." he says, holding the drink close to your lips. "i won't let anyone touch you. just me."

[r0und3bitch]

BFF’s — Sticky Situation

summary: you’re in a hurry and your best friend doesn’t know how to knock 

warnings: 18+ only!!! best friends pairing, mutual self pleasure, toy play 

notes: from the vault drafts, has been sitting for months and months like everything else 🙃

word count: 1.2k

song inspiration:

drake - sticky

mr probz/robin schultz - waves

“Rafe we can’t, I’m supposed to be at your house in ten minutes to tutor your sister.”

But it’s no use, both of you already laying on the bed, skirt hiking up as his hands grab at every inch of skin they can find, a breathy laugh escaping him felt on the skin of your neck.

“I don’t know what to tell you, you’re going to be late.”

“But she’s already failing—”

“Wheezie can deal, need you more right now.”

“But—”

But his tongue is already gliding across your neck, sliding up to your ear as shivers run down your body, his fingers kneading into the flesh on your legs. 

“Show me what you were doing before I so rudely walked in here and interrupted you” as he slides the vibrator back into your hand, feeling the cold texture in your palm. 

“Can I watch you?” He asks so sweetly  there’s not a single part of you that would’ve said no. But there’s still that gleam in his eye that says differently. 

You lay back, bringing it down between your legs as you press it on, body jolting at the sudden jolt of electrify on your clit. Feeling the waves ebb and flow within you as Rafe watches you intently, hanging on your every movement and moan with the most damning look on his face, absolutely loving watching you pleasure yourself like this. 

You’ve felt it pressing against you the last several minutes but your mouth still fully falls open when Rafe pulls his pants down, seeing his dripping cock stick up to his stomach as he brings his hand down to stoke himself. 

You can’t help the sounds escaping you watching his hand growing faster, vision hyper focusing on the way the grip his large veiny hand tightens around equally veiny cock, reddening from the action. Your eyes glaze over like a dream as you watch as the word vomit takes over, your head falling to his shoulder. 

“Oh my god Rafe, look at you…”

“Look at me?” His hand moving faster as he hears you moan loud under him, the arm not stroking himself pulling you to him.

“You like that…?” As shake your head ferociously against him, only leaning away to get a better look at him. “I love watching you touch yourself. Holy fuck Y/N, look at you. You look so fucking good.” 

He hears you press a button, changing the speed of the vibrator between your legs, toes curling and cheeks heating as the tip of Rafe’s cock hits the naked flesh on your stomach with each pump. 

“God, I love how sweaty you get when you’re about to come—” no doubt feeling the droplets build behind your neck. “Love how sticky you get for me, baby.”

As he reaches his hand down between your legs, feeling the vibration of the toy against his own skin in the process as he slides across your already milky clit, feeling it coat his fingers with the sticky substance. 

Watching with frantic eyes as you see his literal dripping fingers raise up to his face, plunging his own fingers deep into his mouth, eyes rolling to the back of his head at the taste as you watch a drop of your sticky sweet gift drip down his lips…

Fingers plucked from his mouth with a popping sound, his arm now travels around you, pulling you near suffocatingly closer to him, bodies pressed together as you both fight to maintain your movements as you morph together. 

“Need to feel you stick to me. Turn that fucking thing up.” your strangled moan following the sound of the vibrator change speed between your shaky legs. 

“Are you going to come for me, baby?”

“Fuck— ” 

It’s all too much. The fact that you’re late for the tutoring session you promised his sister, the fact that Rafe, your best friend, walked in on you pleasing yourself in your bedroom no less than ten minutes ago. The fact that your head is spinning to the point of seeing stars as your body enters hyperdrive, feeling like there’s fireworks erupting within you as you finally let go and come as you mange to scream out. 

“Oh my god, Rafe - I lo-“ 

Rafe comes at that exact moment; eyes still bulging and mind exploding into a million pieces as he fully releases his load all over your stomach, feeling his gift for you hot against your skin.  

But your orgasm doesn’t stop, head digging further into his shoulder as he watches your face morph wildly as your climax takes over your body. 

“Holy fuck—” as your hand grabs wildly, at the sheets, at Rafe’s shirt, at literally anything to try and steady yourself as your vision goes completely black with pleasure. 

Rafe, who’s coming to terms with what you were about to admit to him, yet being so overwhelmed he doesn’t know how go address it grabs the vibrator, beyond desperate. 

His face almost looks like he’s about to cry as he rolls over on top of you, giving you a quick passionate kiss, every single emotion on fire as the revelation of your almost confession washes over him. 

There’s no way she was going to say that. There’s no way. There’s no way she…he can’t even form the words. 

“Let me make you come again, baby. Please.” 

Before you can respond, he presses the vibrator to your dripping clit and presses it on, the feeling of it against your already over stimulated sensitive skin makes you shriek, back arching off the mattress. 

“Oh my god!”

He watches you squirm, loving the way you’re literally falling apart under him, the need to make you feel good the strongest it’s ever been. 

He’s laying over you now, hand glued to the side of your face, as his blue eyes penetrate yours. 

“You mean everything to me, you know that right.” 

The sounds leaving you are truly barbaric, moans turning to literal screams at his words. 

“You know that, right, baby?” He asks again, the vibrator going relentlessly against your clit. 

You shake your head furiously but it’s not enough. 

“Say it”

“I know!” Your words coming out as actual screams now, choked between waves of pleasure. 

“Say it” he’s trembling now too, begging you. 

“I mean e-everything to you.” Your head rolls back, vision threatening to blur again as he grips the side of your face, forcing you to look at him again, unwilling to let you look away. 

“No.”  The darkness in his voice catches you by surprise, even in this state. “You are my everything, Y/N.” 

He watches as a tear breaks free and falls down your face as your whole body begins to shake as he presses the button on the vibrator, not once, not twice but three times as the speed drives you to the point of insanity. 

“Holy f-fuuuuuck how are you so good at that Rafe?” You rhetorically yell out. 

You catch his little smirk just as he presses a kiss into your jaw.

“Because it’s you.”

Your whole entire world goes to black this time, your body and mind moving at his accord as Rafe watches you come the hardest you ever have, your whole body literally almost convulsing against him as he steadies you, riding it out wave after wave…

He feels you settling down, sticky dripping bodies still nearly glued together, keeping his grip on you iron right as you hear your phone vibrate on the nightstand next to you, not a doubt in your mind who it’s from. 

Wheezie Cameron: if I fail this test I stg I’m punching Rafe in the face 🙄

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[manheeiim]

the beginning - rafe cameron

summary: you didn't expect to finally meet rafe after going to your best friend, sarah's house after school || warnings: alcohol, mentions of a toxic relationship at the end || genre: best friend's brother, fluff?, mention of angst at the end || word count: approximately 780

I walked onto Tannyhill, I was shocked at how big it was. I shouldn't have been though, the Cameron's were probably the richest people on Figure 8, so it's no shock their house was this bag and this nice.

My best friend, Sarah, and I were hanging out again after school, just as we always did. Thing was, usually we'd either go out or hang out at my place but my mom was going to be home early today and she was already in a bad mood lately, so Sarah said we could just go to her place for a change.

We walked inside and she led me up to her bedroom. I put my backpack in there before she led me downstairs to the kitchen to get a snack.

I sat at the kitchen island, scrolling on my phone as Sarah got some chips and put it out in front of us before sitting down next to me. I took a chip and ate it as I put my phone down.

"Sorry that we couldn't just go to my place. My mom has been so annoying lately." I complained.

"Ugh, I get that. But, either way, it's fine. No one's home." Sarah told me and I just nodded, eating another chip.

"Where is everyone?" I asked, I expected her dad to be out working, since he often was, Wheezie was likely still at school, and I didn't expect Rafe to be here either since he was never home when we were, but usually at least Rose was around.

"Dad's at work, Wheezie's at school, Rose is at the country club, and Rafe... I don't know where he is and I'd rather not know." Sarah told me, giggling a little, making me giggle as well.

We continued eating our chips and just talking about the most random stuff, as best friends do, but I couldn't stop thinking about Rafe Cameron. I'd seen him in family photos and maybe from the distance, and of course, I'd heard a lot about him, but I'd never formally met him before. From what Sarah had told me, along with other people as well, he was cool- according to other people, not including Sarah- but he was also kind of an asshole.

One of the French doors that led into the kitchen was suddenly opened and Sarah and I both looked over to see Rafe. Looking past him, I could see Kelce and Topper on the patio, sitting down on the outdoor couch and getting comfortable as Rafe came inside.

Rafe didn't pay much mind to me at first, seemingly not even noticing me and definitely not even acknowledging Sarah as he went straight to the fridge, opening it up and looking through it.

Sarah let out an annoyed groan at the sight of her older brother before she looked over at me, rolling her eyes at him being here. "What are you doing here?" She asked.

Rafe took some beers out of the fridge before closing it. He looked over at her, glancing at me for a moment, before looking back at Sarah. "This is my house too." He told his sister before looking at me again. "Who's this?" He then asked her.

"This is Y/n. Leave her alone." Sarah told him harshly.

"Calm down, Sarah." Rafe groaned. "I don't even know how anyone's friends with you." He then told her.

Sarah scoffed, "You're one to talk!" She defensively said back.

Rafe just looked at me once more before walking off, going outside to his friends and pretty much slamming the door shut behind him.

"Well, that's Rafe." Sarah said once he was outside again.

I looked outside the windows of the French door, seeing Rafe manspreading on the couch with his friends. "He seems..." I trail off, not really knowing what to say.

"Like a dick? I know." Sarah finished my sentence.

I glance at her for a moment, the both of smiling a little at what she said before glancing back outside again, this time, seeing Rafe looking at me. I quickly looked away, looking back at my best friend as she grabbed the bag of chips.

"Let's go up to my room. I don't want to be down here near him." Sarah told me and I just nodded, going along with her as I walked off with her, not knowing that Rafe was watching me leave.

Little did I know, that little interaction between Rafe and I would be the start of something much bigger. A relationship. A relationship that'd change my friendship with Sarah, a relationship that'd change me. A relationship that'd be so toxic and unhealthy, but a relationship that I'd never want to leave.

-- link to my masterlist

[dearcarmine]

ughhh can’t stop thinking about the poll i posted guys i’m excited 😭🤞🏽

rafe moved the camera slightly to gather the angle where your tits were the most prominent, “look at you, helpin’ me out.”

your mind went fuzzy from the pleasure, in awe of the way he recorded you and smiled behind the screen. you knew he’d save it for later and you knew what barry would do with it.

“see what happens when you step up, baby? just like me, people notice what you do for them..” your cheek grows cold from his ring as he holds your cheek, still pounding into you. “then you get rewarded..money, sex..”

he dipped his finger between your lips and passed the jewelry to your tongue, “gold.”

[driversatellite]

cruel summer | r.c | part three

synopsis: after she had been left heartbroken by jj maybank, y/n had felt herself feeling withdrawn from everything around her, it seemed that nothing could make her feel better, except for maybe her best friend sarah’s older brother, rafe cameron. the two had a rivalry that began before either of them could remember but after her heart was broken y/n found herself enjoying rafe’s presence more and more, maybe he wasn’t who she thought he was.

rafe cameron x desi!reader  

part three: you know that I caught it

word count: 3.0k

a/n: hiii guys!!! thank you so so so much for all the love on this series, i appreciate it so much, like fr it means the world to me that you guys take time to read my silly little stories <3!!!! this story will be somewhat of a slow burn (not too slow burn i promise), but i promise it’ll be worth it! anyways i hope you enjoy this part!!!! (likes, comments, and reblogs are very much appreciate <3!!!)

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The sun was shining and Y/N couldn’t help but feel happy when she spotted a grinning Wheezie hanging out of the passenger side of Rafe’s truck waving wildly at her. She laughed to herself and tightened her grip on her beach bag as she made her way to the car. She had been looking forward to her and Wheezie’s beach day and she didn’t mind that Rafe would be joining them, ever since she had spilled her guts to him, he hadn’t been up to his usual antics. 

She slipped into the back seat and set her bag down and Wheezie turned around in her seat to converse more easily, “I’m so excited, I always ask Sarah to come read with me, but she doesn’t like reading.” 

Y/N laughed and nodded, her best friend didn’t particularly enjoy reading which is why she hadn’t been able to do a lot of reading in the past couple years. She was always with the pogues and they were always up to something, they didn’t have much down time, “I’m excited to, I brought two books.” 

Wheezie grinned and smiled and rambled about the books she had brought and Y/N just smiled and nodded along to the young girl, seeing Wheezie always made her happy. She had glanced over to Rafe a few times while Wheezie was distracted, but he hadn’t said anything since she got in the car, he seemed to be focused on driving. 

They ended up at the club and headed through the club to get to the private section of the beach that the club owned. It was nice and quiet and there were no rowdy tourons there, the perfect setting for a peaceful beach reading day. Y/N and Wheezie set up their reading spots, since they were at the club they grabbed a beach cabana that had three lounge cushioned lounge chairs and set down their towels and Y/N made sure to put sunscreen on herself, Wheezie, and Rafe, who was being uncharacteristically quiet. She didn’t question Rafe’s silence too much, she just thought maybe it was too early for him and left it at that, as the girls made themselves comfortable Rafe grabbed his surfboard and headed straight for the waves. 

It had been a few hours and Y/N had finished the first book she had brought, she was already half way through it when she started reading that day, but she still felt accomplished as she read the last page. She set the book down and stretched a bit before asking Wheezie if she wanted anything from the beach bar, Wheezie said she just wanted some fries and some lemonade and Y/N nodded before slipping on her sundress and heading to the beach bar. 

“Hi, can I get two ice waters, a lemonade, the arancini balls, and some fries?” She asked the attendant working the bar. The attendant nodded and let her know that it’d be a few minutes. She nodded and looked around the club, trying to spot any familiar faces, but didn’t seem to find anyone. It was still early, so maybe that was why, she then felt her phone buzz and glanced down to see Sarah texting her. She felt bad, she hadn’t told Sarah that she’d be hanging out with her siblings that day. She knew that Sarah was hanging out with pogues and if she knew that Y/N was spending the day reading with the other two Cameron siblings she’d drag her along with her and hanging around JJ and Rina was the last thing Y/N wanted to do. Everything was still too fresh for her. 

She sucked in a breath and opened Sarah’s message, as predicted it was asking her to reconsider and come with her to hang out with the pogues, she sighed and then typed out her response. 

y/n: sorry sar, i’m just super tired today, i’m spending the day at the club’s spa to rejuvenate

sarah: :( ok, rest up and feel better so you can come next time, everyone misses you

y/n: i miss them too, ttyl <3

As soon as she finished texting Sarah the attendant came back with the drinks and the fries and Y/N slipped her phone into her pocket and used both hands to carefully carry the tray of drinks and snacks back to the cabana. To her surprise Rafe was sitting on his lounge chair drying his hair as she approached and at the sound of the sand beneath her feet he looked up and sprung up and grabbed the tray from her hands and placed them down on the small table. 

“I could’ve done it.” Y/N said as she grabbed her water and settled into her lounge chair. 

Rafe shrugged and continued to dry his hair, “I know, but if you dropped it then I would have to go all the way there and get all new things and I didn’t want to take that chance.” 

She rolled her eyes and slipped her sunglasses back on and grabbed her next book, “Whatever Rafael.” 

She had decided that she was done depriving herself of romance novels, maybe they’d be able to mend her broken heart, which is why she decided to reread one of her comfort novels, as cheesy as it sounded, Pride and Prejudice, was one of her all time favorites. There was just something about the way Jane Austen wrote the novel that brought her to life, she truly loved the book. 

“You must allow me to tell you how much I ardently admire and love you.” 

Y/N whipped her head to look at Rafe who was staring at the cover of her book, “What?” Her eyebrows were furrowed in confusion as she stared at the boy quizzically. 

“It’s from the book.” Rafe said, nodding towards the book and Y/N had to hold in her gasp. She couldn’t believe that the Rafe Cameron was quoting Pride and Prejudice to her. 

“You’ve read Pride and Prejudice?” She questioned as she sat up and Rafe nodded. 

“Is it that hard to believe?” Rafe questioned. 

She shook her head, “No, I’m just surprised. I didn’t take you for a classic literature guy. Actually I didn’t even know you liked reading.” 

Rafe crossed his arms against his chest, “I never said I liked reading.” 

Y/N rolled her eyes, “Well, Pride and Prejudice was never one of the books we had to read in high school, so either you read it for fun or for something else, but definitely not for school.” 

Rafe just nodded, “Okay, maybe I did read it for fun.” 

“I knew it.” She grinned, she loved being right. 

“Can you guys be quiet, I’m trying to concentrate?” Wheezie whined from her lounge chair. Rafe just grinned but quieted down and Y/N went back to her book. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Rafe reach into his beach bag and pull out a book and settle into his lounge chair. Maybe Rafe Cameron wasn’t too bad. 

“We needed this.” Sarah sighed out as she relaxed into the salon chair and Y/N nodded. The girls--Sarah, Y/N, Kiara, and Cleo--were all at the nail salon getting mani pedis. Sarah had suggested it and all the girls agreed that they needed some time to relax and who could ever turn down a mani pedi. 

“It’s been so long since I’ve gotten my nails done. I missed the feeling.” Y/N said from her salon chair. They were currently getting their pedicure and their feet were being massaged in the hot water, this was the perfect way to end the week. 

“We missed you the other day y/ n/n, Sarah said you weren’t feeling well.” Kiara said and Y/N slightly frowned, she felt bad for ditching her friends, but she knew she couldn’t stomach another day with Rina being all over JJ. 

“Yeah, I don’t know, I guess I just needed some more rest. I had a relaxing day reading.” Y/N told them. 

Sarah eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “I thought you went to the club's spa?” 

Y/N’s eyes widened and she internally cursed, she had forgotten that she had told Sarah that, “Right, yeah, I went to the spa in the morning and then spent the rest of the day reading. Sorry all the days kinda blur together now.” 

Sarah nodded and Y/N could tell she had bought the lie and she relaxed. It was hard keeping secrets from Sarah, but she didn’t want to tell her that she had ditched her to hang out with her siblings, Sarah’d probably be pissed. It would be her secret for now, but she promised herself that she’d come clean to her soon. 

It was a couple weeks later and Y/N was currently lounging poolside at the club. Sarah had left her alone when she spotted John B, but Y/N didn’t complain that just meant she could focus on her book more. She had been reading a lot more now, she had also been spending a lot more time with Wheezie and Rafe whether it was at the ice cream parlor or at the beach and she couldn’t help but feel happier. 

She found herself smiling whenever she was with the oldest and youngest Cameron sibling. It wasn’t that she didn’t like spending time with Sarah anymore, she loved Sarah and she always would, but Sarah would always talk about the pogues and would--as much as Y/N hated it--always mention JJ. 

Apparently at their latest hangout, one that Y/N had opted out of going to, JJ hadn’t brought Rina and begged the girls to be nicer to her because according to him she hadn’t done anything wrong. JJ told them that yeah he felt really bad about how everything went down with Y/N, but their relationship just wasn’t working anymore and he just wanted to move on. The girls agreed to not ice the new couple out anymore and after Y/N’s insistence on being fine, they all agreed that things could go back to normal. And as much as Y/N had insisted that everything was fine, she couldn’t help but feel sad still, it just bothered her how fast JJ had moved on, he had begun dating Rina barely a week into them breaking up, but she didn’t bring that up to Sarah, who seemed much happier now that the friend group was back to “normal”. 

She was flipping to the next page of her book when a shadow loomed over and she looked up to see Rafe, “What are you doing here?” 

“Came to golf, I’m grabbing a drink before going out on the green.” Rafe told her and Y/N nodded and remembered what day it was. 

“Right, I forgot it’s a Sunday.” 

Rafe’s lips quirked slightly at Y/N’s comment but he ignored it, “So Wheezie wants me to take her to the mainland cause she needs a dress or some shit and Sarah and Rose are both busy and I’m probably not the right person for dress shopping, so do you want to come?” 

She nodded and smiled, “Aww, I’d love to come help Wheezie. Is she looking for midsummers dresses?” 

Rafe shrugged his shoulders, “I guess, you know how Rose is.” 

Y/N smiled, “Well, I’m happy to help, just let me know when.” 

Rafe told her that he’d text her the details before heading towards the bar and she settled back into her chair, she now had something to look forward to. She loved dress shopping but she especially loved midsummers dress shopping, there was something about summer formal dresses that just made her feel some sort of way. 

The next day Y/N was up bright and early and met the Cameron siblings in front of her house and they made their way to the mainland where all of their favorite boutiques were. 

Wheezie was excitedly talking about how she’d stayed up and spent the whole night on Pinterest scouring for the perfect dresses and Y/N smiled at her enthusiasm, “I’m so excited, I can’t wait to try on the dresses, midsummers is my favorite.” 

Y/N nodded along, “It’s my favorite too.” 

The car ride was filled with Wheezie’s rambling and Rafe and Y/N arguing over the music, but before they knew it, they had parked on mainstreet and hopped out of the car and headed into their first boutique. 

As soon as they got in the store Wheezie ran around grabbing dresses like a kid in a candy shop and Y/N beamed at how happy the young girl looked. She was casually looking for midsummers dresses, she hadn’t planned on starting now, but since she was already there, she thought it couldn’t hurt to look. She already had an idea of what she wanted in mind, she just hoped she’d be able to find it. 

“Are you looking for midsummers dresses too?” Rafe asked as he looked through the racks with her. 

“I mean since I’m here, I’ll look. It doesn’t hurt to start looking early.” She said as she flipped through the dresses, nothing she saw was drawing her eye or making her want to say “I need this dress”. 

“Midsummers is so easy for me, I just get a new suit and wear whatever Rose gets me.” Rafe said and Y/N rolled her eyes. It was always easier for the boys, but before she could make a comment, Wheezie called them over to the dressing room to watch her try on the dresses. 

The pair made their way to the dressing room where a small loveseat was positioned with a glass and gold side table that was set with a tray of small finger foods and two flutes of champagne. 

The two took a seat on the loveseat, the sofa was small, so they were practically touching and Y/N felt on edge at thought. She could feel the heat radiating off Rafe and she couldn’t help but like it, but she shook those thoughts away and tried to concentrate on anything but Rafe and how good he smelt. Thankfully for her Wheezie stepped out in her first dress, it was a navy dress that had white flowers scattered all over it, it was a cute dress.

“You look so beautiful Wheeze.” Y/N told her as Wheezie spun around and looked at herself in the mirror. 

“I like this one, it just looks super similar to the one I wore a couple years ago.” Wheezie remarked and Y/N thought back to what dress she was referring to. She was right, it was a bit too similar and Rose would not like that, so she suggested to try on the next one. Wheezie tried on the rest of the dresses at that boutique but nothing seemed to please her, so they were on to the next boutique. The same pattern happened at the next two boutiques, it seemed that nothing was good enough. 

They were at their final boutique of the day and Rafe and Y/N were seated on an even smaller loveseat, this time their thighs brushed against each other and Y/N felt her heart rate pick up, she didn’t understand why she was feeling this way. She once again shook those thoughts away and focused on Wheezie. This time she had picked out a few for her to try, she had picked out a beautiful sage green dress that she thought would be perfect, she just hoped Wheezie liked it. 

Wheezie came out in the first few dresses and nitpicked about each one of them and Y/N felt bad, she knew how stressful dress shopping for an event like midsummers was, “Why don’t you try on that sage green dress I picked out, I think it’d look great on you.” 

Wheezie nodded and went back into the dressing room and the attendant helped her put Y/N’s choice on and Wheezie felt a grin grow on her lips, Y/N had a good eye when it came to fashion. She came out of the dressing room with a wide grin on her face, “I love it! I’m obsessed. I think I want this one.” 

Y/N beamed at Wheezie’s happiness, “You look stunning in it Wheeze. You’ll be the Belle of the ball.” 

Wheezie just smiled and wrapped her arms around Y/N, “Thanks for doing this, I appreciate it so much.” 

Y/N smiled and wrapped her arms around Wheezie, “Of course, I’m happy to help.” 

They spent a few more minutes in the dressing room discussing alterations and the attendant took a few measurements and booked a fitting appointment. Wheezie slipped back into the dressing room and Rafe and Y/N made their way to the front so Rafe could pay for the dress. 

“Thanks for coming, Wheeze needed someone other than me to give their opinion.” Rafe thanked as he tapped his card to the card reader. 

“Of course, I’d do anything for Wheezie, plus I got a head start on looking for dresses.” Y/N told him. 

Rafe glanced around the boutique and then back to Y/N, “Did you want to try on anything?” 

She shook her head, “No, I don’t think I’ve seen anything that calls to me yet.” 

Rafe smiled, “Picky, picky, just like you used to be.” 

She shrugged, “What can I say, I like only the very best.” Rafe’s lips quirked up at her statement and he just shook his head and Y/N laughed as they waited for Wheezie to finish up in the dressing room. 

It wasn’t much later that Wheezie came out dress in hand. She handed the dress to the attendant at the cash register before the trio headed out. Wheezie mentioned being hungry and Rafe suggested that they grab something to eat before the drive back, which is how they found themselves sitting on the patio of a small Italian place. 

Rafe was laughing at something Wheezie had said and Y/N was watching him, she hadn’t noticed it before because she was so adamant on despising Rafe during their rivalry, but Rafe Cameron was beautiful and she couldn’t help but admire his beauty. 

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[iloveprettyboysblog]

Drew with Dogs 💕💞

[oxpogues4lifexo]

Not my pictures

[keyh0use]

Topper def feeds Rafe's delusions about Barry

Kelce will tell him to leave that boy alone, stop being obsessive and topper will be in his other ear like no, you can't give up yet!! Barry came all the way to the north side to find you!! More than once!! He literally wants you so bad, bro, believe me.

Just out of boredom, too, Topper doesn't really care who Rafe ends up with but it's so funny to watch his friend flounder around the other guy, all flushed and nervous and nothing like his usual douchebag self

[outerbankspov]

Best friend (RC)

Warning: mention of cheating/ orgasm denial/ vanilla/ rough sex/ squirting. smut 18+

-summary : your boyfriend topper cheats on you over the summer break and you seek comfort from your best friend Rafe Cameron who you happen to “love” over the period of time after your break up with his best friend. A close touchy friendship turns into more then the to intended to. (Based of the movie LOL)

•

It was your second year of college and you where so glad to be back and see all of your friends and your boyfriend topper Thornton, been with him for a year and is so excited to see him today.

“Topper!” You shout with open arms. He smiles widely and pulls you up into a hug. “Hey!” He kisses you and you both lean against the wall and smiles.

“Missed me?” You ask.

“Yeah.” He nods and leans down.

“How was your summer?”

“Good. Uh hooked up with someone at the club.”

“Oh- “

“Hope that’s okay?”

“No yeah yeah. I uh . I’m actually seeing someone to. Just to try.”

“Hoped you saved his number. Wouldn’t want you being alone”

Jerk- jerk you thought. You thought he actually cared for you? Liked you? Gosh you hate hate hate him.

You walk away ignoring the calls of your two girl best friends Sarah and Kiara. And your boy best friend the one and only Rafe Cameron.

Running into the bathroom you cry a bit. Hate that he thought it was okay to just Cheat and tell you like it’s okay, so casually.

•

“Hey come party with us?” Your best friend Rafe tells you as he walks into your bedroom. Laying beside you and nuzzling his face in your neck. You laugh and hug’s him. “Not if toppers gonna be there.” You mumble. You guys broken up 2 weeks ago.

“Fuck him, he’s the one who cheated on you. You should be thriving like I know you can.” He tells you. Rafe has a way with words and it always melts your heart. Your best friend, the one you tell everything to. You love him.?? As a friend. Yeah.

“Fine. can you pick out a outfit for me?” He nods and kisses your open collarbones and sits up. “We going hot or sweet?” He asked you. You think while taking your hair out of the pony tail and decided on hot.

“Hot obviously, post breakup” you smirk and got out of your bed in just a tight tank top that hugged your cheats and underwear. It was just Rafe and he was your best friend, it wouldn’t be his first time. His eyes scan your body and you smile shyly.

“Hot it is. I’m gonna go make something to drink to be ready and then we’ll head out.” He winks and you smile. Before he leaves you call him.

“Yep?” He says holding your door.

“Thanks”

“Yeah!” He walks out and you grab the outfit he suggested, laughing at how exposing it is’ but then again it’s Rafe. He picked out a white crop top with a high waited black skirt. You put on your outfit and noticed that it’s Rafe’s favorite shirt because it shows your boobs and your nipple piercings. You curl your hair and put on mascara. “I’m back” he shouts.

“In the bathroom” you shout back. He hums and walks into the open bathroom door to see you doing your makeup in the vanity mirror. Your long silky hair was behind your back that was slight arched and that was a view, it made his heart slip a beat. You move to your lips and put on red lipstick. “Woah” he stops at the door frame and you smile at him through the mirror. “How’d I look?” He shakes his head and walks behind you. “You- you look hot”

“Watch your words Cameron wouldn’t want the wrong idea”

“Maybe that was my idea” he smirks. You both look at each other in the mirror before you feel the cold of your drink on your skin. “Drink so we can get going”

•

“Y/n ! You came!” Sarah yells as she brings you into a drunken hug. “Sarah! Hi” you hug her back and spot topper starring at you. Rolling your eyes you back away from the hug and smile. “I’m gonna get a drink!” You tell Sarah and look around to find those pair of eyes that you love. “Right here doll” he grips your arm and pulls you into the kitchen. “Have a drink with me.” His eyes seem darker, maybe it’s the lighting or it’s him.

“What’s to drink?” You look at the table full of liquor and your eyes meet his again. Him already looking at you with a smirk. “Rum and coke?”

“Trying to kill me cam?”

“No.” He laughs and hands you a red solo cup. He watches as you take a sip, watching your lips connected with the tip of the cup and wishing that it was his dick instead. He would never tell you that.

“It taste… gross” you smile.

“Oh come on! I know you like it. Say it”

“Nope” you shake your head and walks closer to him.

“Come on say it for me Y/N/N.” You’ve never noticed how tall he was until now, of course you’ve hugged him a trillion times but tonight seems different.

“Yo Rafe can I uh talk to you?” Topper interrupts and Rafe would think you would back away but you don’t. You just look at his cheats waiting for topper to leave.

“Give me a minute?“

Topper nods and looks at you for what seems like a lifetime before walking away. Finally looking up at him he smiles. “Your good here alone?” He asks.

“I’ll be fine.” He nods and drinks the rest of his cup. “Text me if anything, I mean it y/n.”

“Will do” you salute him and he walks away. You sigh and look around, smiling when you spot John B. Making your way through the sweaty bodies you finally sat down beside him.

“John B!” You cheer as you give him a hug. John B has always been your closet friend, when your mom kicked you out at 14 John B took you in, why? Because he really cares for you and never understood why a parent will kick their daughter out and lie to the whole figure 8 that she decided to leave.

“Hey “y/n/n how are you?“ she looks down and shakes her head. She’s always honest with John B.

“Top cheated on me.”

“My god I’m sorry. He’s a jerk” he tried to comfort you and it works.

“Thanks” you smile and lean in and hugs him.

“I’m gonna go dancing with Sarah so be right back!”

You Stan up and spot Sarah dancing on one of the coffee tables and you join in.

“Hey girl!” You yell.

“Hi!” She wraps her arms around your neck and dances with you and soon or later Rafe is walking your way, it almost feels like slow motion before you finally fall into his embrace kissing him felt like a bunch of fireworks exploding In your stomach.

“Take me upstairs” you mumble more like whimper in his mouth. He growls and grabs your hand and drags you up stairs and into his bedroom. You look at him and breath heavily. “God look at you. Beautiful. Beautiful” he walks to you and kisses your lips gently, and then your neck and then behind you ear. Loving the sounds you make because of him.

“Rafe” you whispers. His hands are now firmly on your waist. Possessive. “What do you want?” His breath sending shivers down your back making your week. You feel like sobbing. You Just need him.

“I- I want you.” You whisper.

“Want me to do what? Come on mama tell me”

“I want you inside of me please”

“My girl, want daddy doesn’t she?”

“Yes please” the way he’s talking is making you almost week. Losing your self to his words, slowly making your way into sub mode. He thought you where the most beautiful person alive. Your nibbles hard and showing through your white top. Your puffy lips waiting to be kissed. He wants to ruin you, ruin the innocents.

“Take off your clothes” he tells you. Voice almost stern.

She takes off all her clothes and stands their waiting for his next order.

“Mmm can I take off your clothes?”

“Go ahead” he smirks.

In action his clothes are off and he’s inside of you, thrusting into you hard and steady. You where a moaning mess, the way he was hitting that sweet spot had you lost in words, lost in thought, completely letting him see you at your most valuable state of mine. Trusting him with you. He was the love of your life.

“Harde-r harder Rafe.” And he obeys. Thrusting into you hard watching your body move up and down. His hands moving all over her bare body. Hiking her legs up to hit deeper.

“I’m- I’m close. Slow slow down” he nods and kisses her neck. “I- I” you stutter trying to get the words out. “Take your time. Take your time” you whine at how deep he’s hitting. You almost feel him in your stomach, the way his rough hands are so gentle but firm on your delicate skin is getting you closer then before.

His lips attached to your boobs and he sucks on it, pulling the piercing and striking pain in your body.

“Rafe?” She managed to say through a moan.

“Yes baby.” His forehead is pressed to yours and you squeeze your eyes shut.

“I- I love you” your legs make a home on his back and he groans in your ear and you try to push him in deeper.

“I love you more y/n… so so much” she whines again and kisses his lips. “Can- can I cum?” You ask him. He’s in awe, the way you ask for permission makes him closer.

“Hold it. Wait wait for me so we can go together” and she nods immediately. Trying to hold in. After a few more rough thrust he taps your wait 3 times. And you both cum together. Moaning loud together, your hands gripping his hair tight. You gush around him and finally it’s over. You both look down to see him slowly pull out of you, your mix juices covering his cock and your wetness on his stomach and your thighs.

“Did I just squirt?” You say breathlessly.

“Yes and it was the hottest thing Ever” he smirks.

“Thank you.” You say.

“For being my first” you smile.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“To scared.”

“Don’t be.” He leans down and kisses her.

“Use the bathroom” he smirks. She laughs and gets up and walks to the bathroom.

“I love you. Be my girlfriend” he walks into the bathroom and pulls his underwear up. You look up at him and nod.

“Love u. And yes I will love to be your girlfriend.” He leans down and you stop him. “Let me get off the toilet first” you laugh but he ignores you and kisses you.

You where finally with the right person, someone you want to be with for the rest of your life. He loves you and you love him.

[megsroutledge111]

Happy birthday to my amazing best friend no one could ever compare to you jay. I know I can tell you anything and you won’t judge me. It’s been a long and rough journey but with you by my side it was made so much easier. You’re not my little bubs anymore you’re 21 and I can’t believe it. All those things you have been doing illegally you can now do legally. Enjoy youre day sweetie you deserve the absolute world and more 🤍 @jjmaybankk18

@addictedtosarah @rafecameron24

@carsoniswack @tobyiscooll

@topperthortonn @imjustkiara

@itsjustwheezie @lukethorton

@princessthorntonx

@jb0019 @theprettythorton

@imjustkiara @topperthortonn

Bet ur surprised I actually remember you’re favourite song 🙌🏼🙄

[prettybabybaby]

tw: drunk reader, gaslighting, noncon but not fully described.

waking up one morning after getting shitfaced with rafe and the guys. he always takes care of you when you're drunk. no one questions it at this point when he drags your stumbling body into seclusion. this morning though, you can't shake the feeling that something bad happened.

you can't fully remember what happened but there is enough hazy memories to make you feel a certain way. blurry thoughts of rafe putting you down on your bed, the weight of his body on top of you, him murmuring in your ear, a cloudy memory of his face looking down on you. when you stand, in between your thighs aches and you can't help but walk crooked. your mind can't help but wonder if something happened last night.

so you try to avoid rafe and the others for the day. not showing up at the country club like you were supposed to. having your mom tell them you feel sick. as the day goes by, you still remember more things that just don't sit right. that he was too close last night and doing things he shouldn't. anytime a thought comes, you try to fight it off. rafe always takes care of you. everyone jokes about how rafe fights guys off who try to approach you when your wasted. because he cares about you. loves you.

as night comes, you lay down and try to think of what you'll do tomorrow. then your door opens up and you see rafe coming in with a wary smile. your mom let him in after he brought stuff to make you feel better when you were sick - see, rafe is always looking out for you. he talks with you but the conversation is hard. you just don't feel right and eventually, you tell him why.

if you hadn't been looking for excuses to make yourself feel better, you would've noticed how obviously rafes' heart dropped. swallowing down his guilt and worry while he shuts your door (and locks it). palms getting sweatier the more you describe to him what you recall. he sits down, rambling out reasons why you're wrong.

rafe would never touch you like that. he only touches you to clean you up because you are such a messy drunk. really, you got so shitfaced, - like you always do - your lucky rafe took care of you. most friends would find that annoying. not rafe though. because he loves you. think how many times he's cleaned you up after you spilt a drink on yourself. or held your hair back while you threw up. you're probably misremembering because of a show you watched. too much svu. it's alright, though, because rafe will forgive you.

so you believe him. you hug him and start apologizing, feeling so guilty for what you just accused him of. he's your best friend! how could you be so naive? rafe must be right. you were just being dramatic. he always takes care of you. i mean, if rafe did it last night, surely you'd remember him doing it before.

right?

¡ 18+ only ! ¡ minors do not interact !

¡ outer banks masterlist !

right.

rafe would never lie to you. but the memories get clearer the longer you think about them despite how much you try to push them away. they're still foggy, but it's like you can still feel the ghost of invasive touches on your skin, feel the harsh grip on your tender thighs, and hear panting and possessive mumbling in your ears. but it was just your drunken imagination, you have nothing to be concerned about.

though, the next time you go to a party you're wary of his proximity and the constant refills of your drinks. you try to brush off the feelings again, letting yourself indulge. you fall into his arms like normal and let him haul you away with a simple, "that's enough for tonight."

but you're not drunk enough this time, feeling rafe recline the seat. you're limp in his arms as he lifts your hips to slide off your panties, playing with your swelling mound as he kisses up and down your neck. the sound of his belt rings in your ears as your weak hands graze his strong arms, a whine slipping out of you instead of the intended protest. why would rafe do this?

the waves of pleasure as he sinks into you, snapping his hips once your walls have stretched have you gripping his shoulders. your cunt pulses around him as he bends over you, "my good girl. mine."

[r0und3bitch]

BFF’s - Worst Behavior

Summary: You took something that belongs to Rafe but he doesn't want it back.

“Oh, I know where you got it— but I want to hear you say it…”

Warnings: 18+ ONLY!!!!! Best Friends Kink, Daddy Kink, Innocence Kink, possessiveness/jealousy, hair pulling/choking, cursing, dom/sub nature. Slutty 💘

Notes: My bratty baby!!!! Truly an absolute joy to write. She's a wild one and I love her to death! Let me know what you think, loves!!

Song Inspiration:

Drake - Worst Behavior

Jack Harlow & Lil Wayne - Poison

BFF's Masterlist

Rafe Cameron was dripping in sweat.

It was a sweltering hot afternoon on the Figure Eight as the unforgiving Carolina sun beat down on the Island Club Golf Course. 

He’d feigned annoyance when Kelce had mentioned playing a round today— until he pulled that beautiful little bag of white powder out of his pocket— Rafe’s kryptonite. 

His irritation quickly faded with each line Kelce bumped him, their swing significantly improving after each hole. That is, until his phone buzzed eagerly in his pocket, pulling him back from the shitty joke Topper was trying to make as he rolled his eyes and flipped the screen open, ready to tell whoever it was to fuck off—

That is…until he saw it. 

It took only once glance down at his phone, once clenched tightly in his large palm, now falling freely from his grasp as his brain short circuited. 

“Holy fuck—” 

He caught the phone in his other hand, his friends' heads whipping around at the outburst. 

“You good, bro?”

Good? Was he good? Or had his entire existence just faded away into nothing? 

You’d replied that you had plans for the day when he texted earlier that morning, pretending to not be annoyed by your short, standoffish answer. 

He didn’t realize your plans included this. 

His soul was breaking into a million pieces as he stared down at the mind bendingly, cataclysmically life altering picture of his best friend as another text quickly came through. 

FUCK! I did NOT mean to send that to you!

A simple misunderstanding melted to rage as Rafe took in your words, reading them only once more before the picture demanded his eyes attention again, making his dick twitch in his pants as he stared down at the girl he’d known his entire life— you. 

His best friend. His perfect, bratty, stubborn best friend— hair braided into attempted innocence, tongue curled up over those plump lips he’d more than once imagined shoving his cock down over the years, your absolutely perfect in literally every way, perky tits were hiked up to near impossible levels, somehow shoved and stuffed into the tiniest bikini Rafe had literally ever seen. 

And if all of that hadn’t already sent him to his near breaking point, it compared little to the complete downward spiral he went into when he registered the necklace dangling from that pretty little neck of yours. 

The necklace. 

What in the actual fuck it was doing dangling from your goddamn neck right now, Rafe hadn’t a clue as another text can’t through. 

I clicked the wrong chat!! 😰

If your first text didn’t sit well with him, the second one blanketed Rafe with that blood boiling, seeing red rage he was much too familiar with. He was seething. 

His jaw clenched down hard, tongue between his teeth so tight he could already taste the blood. 

Even though all he wanted to do was stare down at the picture all goddamn day, he swiped his phone closed, already jogging over to the golf cart, ready to tear down anyone and everything that stood in his way. 

“I’ve gotta go!”

“What the fuck!” He heard Topper yell over him. “We just started!”

Rafe wasn’t paying them any attention as he sped the cart away towards the club house. Once parked, he was out and near sprinting to his truck at this point, passing a group of guys on the way out of the Island Club who looked vaguely familiar, remembering them from somewhere in his long term memory, the mental image of you in that picture fully taking over his short term memory, demanding his full and undivided attention. 

It was a short drive to your house, the route memorized on auto pilot after all of these years. 

The second the truck was in park, he was throwing the door open, marching up to your front steps, his large fists slamming against the front door as loud as he possibly could— still seeing nothing but red. 

It was only seconds later the door was thrown open— revealing you before him. You’d had the decency to throw on a baggy, old Kildare Prep t-shirt but Rafe could still see the pink hues of the micro sized bikini you were sporting under the white fabric that hung loosely over all your curves— noticing with a nasty quirked eyebrow that you didn’t have any pants on. 

Your eyes bulged out of your head at the sight of him. 

“Rafe—what’re you doing—”

You let out a squeak when he pushed you both beyond the threshold, hand whipping back to slam the door closed as the other pushed against your abdomen— his one hand covering your entire front side— slamming you back against the wall as a near whimper fell from your lips. 

Growing up with Rafe, you were no stranger to his frequent, earth shattering anger and rage that could take hold of him. You were quite confident, as his eyes blazed down on you like he was ready to rip your head off, that although you’d spent nearly your whole life growing up with this boy— whatever or whoever was standing in front of you right now was unbeknownst to you— this was different. He was different. 

“What am I doing?” His tone was one of disbelief, as if he couldn’t fathom how you could even be asking him that right now. “What do you think you are doing, Y/N?”

“I think I should be the one asking you that, no?”

He was fully towering over you now, his head dipping down lower, inching closer to yours. The hand that wasn’t pressed tightly against your waist firmly planted on the wall behind you, allowing him to trap you in his arms. 

“Rafe, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to send—”

“I don’t want to fucking hear it, Y/N/N.”

His tone of voice was ice cold, the irritation with you so evident— you couldn’t help it when you felt the butterflies rise within you or the pool that gathered between your legs upon hearing your name. 

“I’m only going to ask you this once…” 

When you felt his chest press against you— so strong and firm you thought you could die— the breath came hollowing out of your lungs so deep Rafe could hear it, wondering what other kinds of sounds he could draw out of his best friend. 

“And don’t even fucking think about lying to me, because I’ll know…”

You involuntarily groan at his words. 

“Oh, I know where you got it— but I want to hear you say it…”

If Rafe wasn’t holding you up against the wall, you’d have surely fallen to the ground at his words, your knees all but threatening to give out as you guessed where this was going, heart racing at the thought. 

He slowly brought his hand up to the collar of your shirt, pulling it down to expose the necklace dangling off your pretty little neck— an image he thought he’d only see in his wildest dreams from the moment he’d bought it— the jeweled letters spelling out his name hitting a few specks of sunlight— casting rainbows across your glowing face. 

“Tell me where you got this fucking necklace, Y/N.”

An actual whimper left your lips this time. The sound spreading the most wicked, sinister grin across Rafe’s face. 

“Nuh uh, I need words. Now…”

Your heart was racing faster than ever before. You knew he knew the truth— and now he was going to make you say it. 

He couldn’t help himself when his hand came up to your neck, dying to touch and feel the necklace against your skin from the moment he saw it. His large hand grasped the entire side of your neck—you couldn’t help your mind from envisioning how it would feel to have them clench down and choke you— when you felt his thumb rub up the front of your throat, making your breath hike, as he sternly guided your chin upwards, demanding his eyes on yours— demanding an answer. 

“Y/N.”

The answer falls from your lips the second your name leaves his mouth. 

“I took it out of your backpack when I was over this weekend.”

And there it was. The truth that Rafe had known since the moment he saw that fucking photo pop up onto his phone screen. The necklace he’d bought (that he never thought would ever even see the light of day) surely wasn’t secured into his bag that he’d last left it in— it was dangling from his best friend's neck like a wet dream. His wet dream. The same one he’d always had for as long as he’d known you…

And although the truth was out, the harder question was yet to be answered, the one Rafe didn’t want to fucking hear but who’s brain demanded to know. 

You saw the muscles in his jaw twitch, only guessing what was coming next, his voice a growl in your ear, laced with accusation as he dipped his head down to your eye level. 

“And what stupid fucking asshole did you think you were going to send that photo to wearing my necklace, hmm?”

“Rafe, it doesn’t even matter—”

“No—” his voice was different this time, almost pleading in anger. “I want to hear you fucking say it.”

“Rafe…”

“Wrong name.” 

His voice sounded almost disgusted with you but his eyes still held the same pleading look. The same look you’d given into so many times throughout your friendship, why should this be any different. 

“Joey Hudson…”

Joey Hudson. Rafe’s mind flashed back to his hauling ass rush of leaving the Island Club only a short time ago, to the group of guys who seemed vaguely familiar as he passed, to Joey fucking Hudson sitting amongst them. 

Rafe walked right past the asshole. 

The lethal laugh that left his lips was anything but pleasant, the sound sending chills down your spine. 

“That fucking touron? You were sending that stupid fuck a picture in my necklace—”

Rafe should’ve known, well—he did know because he knew you. Yet he was too far drowning in his own fit of rage and jealousy to account for your inevitable bratty, resilient attitude. 

“Well I don’t know who your stupid fucking necklace was meant for but it looks better on me anyway.” 

There it was. That stupid, spoiled, infuriating, entitled attitude of yours that had been driving Rafe crazy (and haunting his dirtiest thoughts— often times while his hand was wrapped around his own cock) his entire life. 

He wanted to fucking scream. 

“That’s not possible.” 

His cool dismissal of your cockiness was a low blow you couldn’t ignore, your face twisting pathetically at his words, stubborn and unwilling to let him win as anger coursed through you, even if he did think the necklace would look better on some other bitch’s neck— that’s not the reason you took it. 

You’re spewing now, pulsating with hurt and anger at the thought of him giving this necklace to another girl, one of the many in his repertoire to choose from. 

“It looks better on me than any other stupid bitch you could’ve—”

You choke on your words as he removes his hand from the wall to clasp it down fully over your mouth. 

“That’s not possible because I bought it for you, you fucking brat.”

His hand only stays covering your mouth for a second as your eyes bulge from your head. The only reason you’d taken it from his bag had been due to the fit of jealous that literally consumed you the second you’d discovered it when snooping through his bag, expecting to find coke and instead finding that diamond studded five letter word sitting so pretty in that velvet box. 

Your mind blurs as you feel Rafe shove you into the small first floor bathroom right outside the foyer, hearing the door slam behind the two of you as the light flicks on. 

You’re both standing facing the large mirror, Rafe directly behind you as you catch his gaze in the glass. It’s haunting as he stares down at you, eyes full of something you haven't seen before— or maybe you had…

His hand tugs on the bottom of your t-shirt. 

“Take this off…”

Rafe Camerons tone always aired on the side of that dominating, arrogant, figure eight culture he’d grown up in—while this was no different, you could feel his words pool between your legs again, the hair on the back of your neck standing up. As sassy and infuriating as you absolutely loved to be with him, always pushing his buttons and driving him crazy. Right now… you wanted to obey him. 

You do as you’re told, taking the fabric in your grasp and slowly bringing it above your head, tossing it to the floor as you hear Rafe let out a shaky breath behind you. 

The picture you’d sent him quite literally paled in comparison to the real life image of you before him— complete and utter perfection. 

He was losing himself in the way parts of you fell out of the fabric at all the right places, at how your breasts were threatening to burst from the pathetic seams of the bikini and how your hardened nipples poked through, begging to be touched. 

His brain felt dizzy from seeing you like this, in ways he’d only dreamed of. 

Without thinking, your hand came up to touch the necklace, fingers gently grazing the letters Rafe was begging to hear you call him. 

His next words hit you straight to the gut, causing a wave of emotions you didn’t think remotely possible as his hand comes to push one of your braids over your shoulder to give him a better view. 

“Jesus Christ, I knew this necklace would look so beautiful on you the moment I bought it, baby.” 

Hearing him call you that feels like a dream come true, like a tidal wave crashing over you as you register his admittance of being physically attracted to you...not that you hadn’t already consciously been aware of that on some level. The whimper he hears come out of you only encourages him to go on, not like he could stop his own thoughts if he wanted to at this point. 

“I never dreamed you’d let Daddy see it on you though, Y/N/N…”

You’d heard that nickname of yours come out of his mouth hundreds if not thousands of times in your lifetime, yet hearing if paired with the name glittering from your neck— this time it sinks down deep in your soul, attaching itself to your deepest, darkest want: him. 

“Rafe…please”

Your plea for him was all he needed to hear. 

When Rafe’s lips press down into your shoulder, your eyes fluttered closed, head falling back lazily onto his chest, unable to stop the moan falling out of your mouth as his lips turn into your neck. 

“Look at me.”

Your eyes meet his in the mirror, only this time they hold a flame that sparks something deep within you, a switch that can be turned off. 

“Y/N…”

You feel his hands squeeze at your sides before feeling them travel up to the back of your neck, his two fingers easily untying the bow ties there as the straps immediately come falling to your sides, your breasts quite literally popping out of the strained fabric with such force you heard Rafe moan behind you, hearing that sound from him nearly orgasmic. 

It’s nothing compared to the look on his face right now though, eyes blown out beyond recognition, looking as if he might actually cry, as he devours every single inch of you. 

His voice is low in your ear once more, holding a dreamlike wonder before going back to his cool edge, refusing to break eye contact through the mirror. 

“Do you have any fucking clue how many times I’ve imagined this, imagined you like this?” 

He was so close to you now that when he grabs your waist and pulls you back, you feel him, how absolutely rock hard he is under his pants and you literally mewl over, the most helpless, whiny pout Rafe has ever seen in his entire fucking life taking over your face as you thrust your ass back at him, almost begging to feel more of him— as Rafe just repeats the same thought on loop—knowing what he’s always known.  

She’s going to be the fucking death of me. 

“God you’re so pretty it actually hurts, baby.”

“Rafe...”

He feels your hands reach back, frantically trying to grasp his t-shirt in your palms and he watches goosebumps rise over your breasts, making your nipples perk up to unbelievable heights as he hears you whine again, his words coyly meant to shush you. 

“Shhhhh… I know, Y/N. I feel it too.”

Your mind blows apart when he confirms it— confirms your sickest, most desperate dreams you’d never thought possible. He feels it too. 

He loves the feeling of you tugging at his shirt so much, confirming you want it just as bad as he does as he finally brings his hands up your side, hands feeling like heaven as he grabs at each of your breasts, watching as he rolls and pinches your nipples between his fingers, absolutely loving watching the way your face contorts wildly, shivers running up and down your body at the feeling.

Rafe feels you tremble slightly in his arms, grin threatening to take over his face as he watches your chest rise and fall rapidly. You were falling apart in his arms and god damn he loved every single second of it— every single moment of being the one to cause you to do so. 

“You like the way that feels, hmm?”

You couldn’t respond if you wanted to, words lodged down deep into your throat where his dick should be.  

But Rafe didn’t need a response, he knew. 

“I’ve known you your whole life, Y/N” as his hands grab at every part of you, blissed out from finally getting to touch you like this after all these years, scared he’s going to wake up and it all won’t be real. 

The thoughts tormenting him of Joey fucking Hudson’s hands touching you instead of his own come piercing through his mind, making his blood boil, venom dripping from his next words. 

“You really think some touron fucking idiot here for the summer knows you better than your best friend? Knows their way around your body better than me?”

You find your voice in that moment, coming out more of a pout than anything, lost in his words, not realizing his hands trailing down lower and lower. 

“You’ve never even touched me like this before…”

“Yeah, and look at how fucking wet you are for me, sweetheart.”

You almost screamed when you felt his fingers brush past the fabric of your bikini bottoms, sliding over your clit, gliding back and forth with such ease due to the actual pool of liquid gathered there like a prized trophy on display for him, wanting nothing more than to show him what he was doing to you. 

“Oh my god, Rafe.” Your voice coming out breathy and heavy. 

You feel empty when he removes his hand all too quick, needing, begging to feel him again as his cool voice hits your ear drums again, feeling like you’re drunk. 

“Turn around.”

When you do, you half expect him to demand you drop your knees, which is exactly why your jaw fully falls to the floor when he drops to his before you, looking up you in such a way you’re not sure how you’re still standing, gulping at the sight of him, lips slightly set in a pout but face determined as his hands come up to your hips. 

His tongue flicks out slowly between his teeth before licking both of his lips like he’s starved as he pulls your bikini down your legs, leaving you standing there before him in nothing but the necklace. Rafe couldve came at the sight alone, memorized by the glittered letters— memorized by you. 

You felt his breath fan your core as he tosses your bikini to the floor but not before seeing the giant wet mark you he made in them, filling him with such a sense of pride and newfound possessiveness over you. 

“Spread your legs open for me just a little bit…”

His middle finger only comes up to toy with your clit, his finger pad just barely hitting your bud as you throw your head back, not fully giving you what you want but the sensation alone involuntarily making your legs open wider as he chuckles to himself. 

“Good girl. If I don’t at least taste a little bit of you right now, I’m gonna fucking die—”

Rafe Cameron—your best friends tongue attaches itself to your core as you white knuckle grip down on the counter for dear life— you would’ve given absolutely anything to him in this moment— would’ve laid your life out on the line if it meant having him make you feel like this. 

He groans when he finally tastes you, confirming what he’s always known; you’re straight poison—a drug he’d willingly overdose on— eyes rolling into the back of his head at how unbelievably sweet he just fucking knew you’d be. 

Now that he’d had a taste— he needs more. He needs everything. 

His mouth slowly makes its way up, hovering over your stomach and then your chest…

His lips came up to your perfectly perked up nipples, literally begging to be played with as you felt it being sucked firmly between his lips, felt the tip of his tongue flick back and forth over the hardened nub before the back arching feeling of it grazing his teeth— his eyes looking up at you at that exact moment— the way he was looking at you should be illegal. 

Rafe Cameron’s mouth had been nearly everywhere on you. It had touched the most intimate parts of your body, parts you still couldn’t believe it was real. 

Yet as he towered back over you and his lips came closer to yours, you felt your lungs nearly collapse. 

You’d dreamed about this moment entirely too many times, had thought of him on far too many occasions— both in private and in public. What those beautiful lips could do to you. What they now had done to you…

With one final look down on you— reliving nearly every memory from the moment he’d met you till this exact moment in time— he leaned forward and made all of his wildest dreams come true. 

The moment you felt Rafe’s lips on yours, you knew. You knew this was it. 

This was why you had stolen the necklace without a second thought upon finding it. Hell, you knew this was why Rafe had bought the necklace. 

Rafe was your best friend. You knew & he knew. This was how it should feel, how it could feel, how it does feel. 

The taste of your lips on his is was so sweet, entirely too sweet for his bratty, know it all, had to always be right, best friend. He knows better. He knows you better. 

Yet his brain still almost goes into a fit of shock when he feels you pull his bottom lip between your teeth, your tongue rolling over it threatening to make Rafe’s whole body shake. When he feels you bite down, his hand reaches up to grab at one of your braids instinctively within seconds, yanking you back briefly— the feeling utterly delicious— before pulling the braid closer to him, pulling you closer to him, demanding to taste more of you. 

His face held no trace of a smile as he looked down on you, but the rushing effect it had when paired with his next words were all the same. 

“Bend over.”  

You don’t move a muscle, not fully being able to register his words as his gaze grows grim. 

“I—”

He doesn’t use his words, only his hands this time as he grabs your waist and spins you so quickly you feel like you have whiplash, now facing the mirror again as he grabs your braid and pulls you flush against him so he can growl in your ear. 

“Are you gonna bend the fuck over the counter for me baby or am I gonna have to ask you again?”

“Don’t be a brat, Y/N/N. I know you. I know you want to do as you’re told. I know you just want to be my good girl.”

Rafe had always been able to read straight through you, one of his more frustrating traits— his mind always crystal clear when it came to you. 

He’s foaming at the mouth as he watches you sink your hands to the back of the bathroom counter, allowing your body to fall slowly forward onto the hard surface as your legs are spread wide open, ass and pussy on full display for him as Rafe takes in the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen. 

You’d expected him to take you right then and there— not bend down to his knees for the second time as he literally coos at you. 

He knew exactly what you needed at that moment. 

“Mmmmm, nice and slow sweetheart. I’ve only dreamed about how tight this pussy is, now I want proof.”

You let out an unholy whimper as his fingers slid across your clit, causing shockwaves down your spine before you felt his fingers at your entrance, slowly sliding between your lips, feeling the delicious feeling of them spreading you open, of him filling you up. 

You gasp as he slowly pushes two fingers deep into your pussy that’s so perfectly on display while you’re bent over, the sight alone making him almost drool. His fingers fill you in ways you didn’t think possible and when you feel his cool ring finger slide inside you, you clench down hard on him making both of you gasp out loud. 

“God damn, Y/N…”

Rafe is confident he’s never been more turned on his whole life, his dick so hard against his pants it almost hurts. He could honestly cry right now as he looks at his fingers, as he feels your soft insides clench tightly around him, pussy so wet and beautiful and needy for him. 

“I didn’t get a good enough taste last time, Y/N/N.”

Rafe feels and sees the pool of arousal gather around his fingers and soak out of you at his words, making his eyes roll to the back of his head at how perfect it all is— at how perfect you were— at how perfect you had always been. 

“You are you gonna let Daddy taste you again, baby?” 

“Pleaseeeeee, Rafe…please”

The helplessness in your voice tugs at something deep within him, a newfound sense of purpose. 

“I know baby girl, so good—”

Rafe wasn’t even making sense at this point; your pussy drawing nearer to his lips putting him under a spell as you felt his mouth dive deep into you, tongue tracing undecipherable love letters into your clit making you shriek out loudly, letting all your body weight fall heavy against the countertop, the cold feeling of the granite against your burning hot skin the most perfect, damning feeling as Rafe flicked your clit back and forth across his tongue at a relentless pace. 

You’d heard stories of Rafe’s history and experience through the grapevine on the island— the gossip and talk nearly inevitable given his track record. 

Yet you couldn’t ever believe it could feel like this. That it could literally feel like god himself was between your legs right now, sending you into the heavens above happily as he devoured you. 

“Oh my god, that feels so good…” your voice came out in breathy moans. “You feel so good…”

Rafe’s hands come up to your ass at your words, squeezing firmly as he hears more beautiful moans fall from your lips, before bringing his right hand down hard on your cheek— hearing the loud smack before you register the beautiful sting that follows— the most damning gasp falling from your lips. 

While he could happily taste you like this for the rest of his life— he’s also demanding, and selfish, and only then does he remember that he’s not the one who was originally supposed to make you cum today, he wasn’t the one you’d meant to send that picture to. 

The thought of your perfect pussy spread out like this for anyone else—the idea of you wearing his necklace, the one he bought for you, for anyone else but him revolts him, unaccepting of such a despicable idea. 

No one else in this entire world should get to have you like this, they don’t get to watch your face fall apart or hear those breathy little moans leave your lips while you’re spread apart like a little slut over your bathroom counter— they haven’t earned that right. 

But Rafe Cameron sure as fuck has.��

And he’ll be damned if he doesn’t get to physically see your face crumble the first time he makes you cum, as he makes you forget every other man in this world, as he shows you none of them can make you feel the way he can, like he’s been silently begging and craving to do for years. 

His mind momentarily drifts back to your cheerleader outfit from High School, the way that tiny little skirt of yours could ruin an entire evening for him. How you ruined him over and over again every time he’d catch a glimpse of you during a game from the field, feeling his dick harden against his cup every single time. 

His perfect, bratty best friend. 

You feel that empty, helpless feeling when he mouth stops moving, suckling at your clit so hard it makes you gasp before fully removing his lips from you. Rafe rises up from his position on the ground to tower behind you again. 

When he lifts his shirt over his head and tosses it amongst your forgotten bikini on the floor, leaving him standing there like something plucked straight from your wildest fantasy, admiring the way his own chain dangled from his neck before looking back to the one around yours, reminding you of the matching “bffs” broken heart necklaces the two of you shared as kids…

He never tore his eyes from you as he slowly undid his belt buckle; the sound of the heavy metal clanking making you nearly drool. 

You needed him so fucking bad, and he needed you just as much. 

You heard the zipper come down slowly, unable to handle waiting any longer. 

“Rafe, I need you.”

Whether he heard your words or chose to ignore them (oh he fucking heard you alright), you’re not sure, because when you do finally open your eyes again it to see Rafe finally pull his dangerously erect cock from his pants, moaning loudly at how it falls easily into his large hand as he begins to pump it. 

You could’ve actually murdered every single girl who came before you who’d gotten the chance to admire how beautiful it was— how beautiful he was. 

The stories you’d heard, all but driving your mind wild for your best friend over the years, leading you to do dangerously filthy things when alone— reliving all the gossip the girls on Figure Eight had tormented you with about the legend that was Rafe Cameron. 

His next words wash away any doubt, any hint of jealousy that was pulsating through you only a second ago. 

“I’m going to fucking destroy you, Y/N. Just like you’ve ruined me for anyone else. All I can fucking see is you…”

With the most purpose and conviction you’d had this entire time, your pleading look turns deadly serious as your hand reaches behind you to grab Rafe’s cock, unable to not know how it feels wrapped around your hands a second longer. 

“Fucking do it. Ruin me. I’ve only ever wanted to be yours, Daddy…”

Hearing that word makes Rafe’s whole brain explode into tiny fragments, his soul leaving his body as he revels in the feeling of you finally touching him where he’s craved after all of these years. 

He slowly takes your hands off his cock and helps you grip the edge of the counter once more, whispering down to you as he lines up to your entrance, committing every single detail to memory. 

“Hold on tight, baby. I’m about to blow your whole world apart.”

His hands were gripping tightly at your waist as you felt him slide deep into the tightest places your pussy hadn’t even dreamed of being touched before, fully bottoming out within you as his hands trembled now at your sides. 

“Fuck—!”

“That’s my fucking girl—”

His words hit you like a ton of bricks as you feel his hips buck up into you, making you gasp so loud at the feeling of your best friend's cock beginning to pump in and out of you. 

“It’s why I bought that fucking necklace, never even had any intention to give it to you. Paid a fortune for it too…”

As he takes you by your throat and pulls you against him, keeping his pace steady and hard as he fucks into you, watching your breasts bouce back and forth in the mirror, the light once again hitting the necklace and forcing all his attention to it— almost obsessively. 

“So fucking worth it”

He removed his hand from your throat to grab at each of your braids as he fucks you, watching your dripping center swallow him over and over again, the sight truly something to behold. 

Rafe wants to push you as far as you can go though, he still wants you to pay for earlier. 

Rafe Cameron has been driving you crazy your entire life and you him. 

Beneath him he watches as you stare intently in the mirror, jaw hanging open as loud moans fill the small bathroom. 

“My dirty girl likes watching herself get fucked dumb in the mirror, huh? You like watching my cock move in and out of you like that?”

The sound you make is more of a scream than anything else, pleading with him. 

“So much—”

“Mmm, Me too baby, so do I. Never dreamed you could take my cock so good. So tight for me, Y/N/N”

Him calling you by your nickname with his dick so far up inside you was doing lethal things to your already fucked out brain. 

“So good, Rafe.”

“Didn’t think you’d ever let me touch you like this, pretty girl.”

“You like getting fucked like a little slut?”

“Mhm, your slut, daddy.” 

“You’re taking me so well, Y/N. So. fuckin. tight—” his cock thrusting into through your walls hard as he breathed out each word, hearing the sound of skin slapping, the most vulgar noises being made between the two of you. 

“Who’s the only one who can make your pussy feel this good?” 

It was almost embarrassing how quick you were to answer, at how good you wanted to be for him. 

“You Rafe, it’s only you, I promise.” 

Rafe wasn’t surprised by how fast the confessions were falling from your lips, he felt it too— but he needed to hear it.

“You’re goddamn right—” as he grunts loudly, using the tone of voice on you that he usually only reserved for those who were on the receiving end of his fists. “Not some fucking touron who doesn’t even deserve to get to look at you!”

“Fuck, I’m sorry Rafe—”

“—You’re falling apart for me, baby look at yourself.”

At that he reaches around to grab your jaw roughly in his grasp, jolting your head upward in the mirror, forcing you to look at what he was doing to you. 

“Harder, Daddy—please…”

“Yeah, you want me to fuck you so hard you forget the rest of their names— fuck you so hard that you forget your name?”

If Rafe hadn’t kept repeating it, your own name would’ve already been lost to you, your mind only being able to focus on the one thing fully consuming it, likely forever: him. 

“Yes, please god. Do it. Make me forget—Please Rafe. Don’t stop—”

His fingers rose to the back of the chain on your neck, pulling it tight against your throat as he heard the choked moans. 

It was your turn for your eyes to roll to the back of his head, savoring the beautiful feeling as the pressure from the necklace ripped all the air out of lungs, your teeth biting down hard on your bottom  lip before spreading into a wicked grin almost as wide as your legs. 

The second he sees you smile, so blissed out and needy with how rough he was being with you—Rafe was so proud of himself, of course he knew exactly what you wanted. 

He lets go of the necklace as you gasp for air, his pace only quickening as he pulls you by your waist, bringing you as close to him as he possibly can, loving the hot, sticky feeling of your skin against his. 

The feeling of your skin burning against his ignites something in Rafe as he brings his hand down between your legs, making you scream his name out loud when his fingers find your clit, his nails scratching at his bicep and forearm wrapped around your waist. 

You have never in your entire fucking life felt this good and you know, you just fucking know in this moment that you’ve always been holding out, reserving yourself for him. 

He watches happily as you lose it in his arms— lose control, lose sense, lose any part of yourself that didn’t now belong to him. 

He heels your head lean back against his shoulder as your body begins to shake, this time not needing your words to confirm how close you were as your hands flail around, desperate to dig your nails into anything you can grasp. 

“Daddy…”

He sees your doe eyes lazily roll up to him in the mirror and watches the tears pool in them, threatening to spill over—knowing he’s done for well before he hears your words. 

“You’re so perfect, Rafe…fuck—I’m so close—” turning your head on his shoulder, faces only an inch apart as you look up into his crystal blue irises— never wanting to forget this.

“Best friends forever, right?”

His cock finds that sweet spot deep within you, penetrating as deep as he can go—making you see flashes of diamonds as Rafe swears he can faintly hear Drake lyrics as the poison consumes him, losing everything—losing himself in you. 

“FUCK,Y/N! You’re mine, you’ve always fucking been mine—”

You cum around him at that exact moment, walls breaking free as he spills out into you, each of you literally screaming—holding on for dear life. 

“It’s only ever going to be me, I promise.”

Vision still black—Rafe’s breath on your neck like silk when his lips attach to your skin there; the sweetest thing you’d ever felt. Your boy. 

Yours. 

Not that stupid bitch that sat next to you in Chemistry senior year who went on and on about how Rafe ate her out in the Island Club bathroom— 

Or that chick you’d met on the beach last summer who you’d walked in going down on him in the bathroom at one of Kelce’s party’s— not even that girl he’d brought to Midsummers, happily dangling her around him like arm candy all night. 

He was yours. 

He kisses your neck a few times. 

“I could fucking stay in you forever…”

He leans his forehead down on your neck to watch himself slowly pull out of you, a mix of you and him dripping down to the floor in the process, his mouth hanging wide open at the sight, a tiny little delicate gasp leaving your lips as the feeling. 

“Fucking ruined…” he whispers dazily. 

You’re lost in the thrill of it all— the feeling of his arms still around you, still holding you tightly to him— already dreaming and aching for him again. 

You both stay like that a moment, eyes closing as you feel Rafe take your chin in his fingers guiding your head back to him, back to his lips, moaning when they collide. 

He basks in it for a moment before the relentless determination returns— before the jealousy returns — this time with a fateful vengeance. 

He presses his lips tightly against yours before breaking away, leaving you dizzy from the loss of contact as he grabs your bikini and t-shirt, tossing them to you. 

You barely attempt to catch them as you sputter out words. 

“Rafe what’re you—”

“Get dressed, Y/N/N” 

“Whe—”

“We—” he points between you two, anger and rage so apparent, so easily riled up within him making you want to grin from ear to ear.

“—are going back to the club so I can tell your boy that if I catch him even so much as looking at you again I’ll break his fucking neck—”

Your hand flies up to your mouth but it doesn’t at all cover the shrill fit of giggles you break out into. 

When Rafe turns to see that trademark smirk appear on your lips, feigned innocence dripping off your naked body—he knows you’re up to no good. 

Guess it’s your turn to come clean before he full on whoops the boy's ass bloody for no damn reason. 

“I was never even texting Joey earlier…”

And the one last smug, bratty look up at Rafe confirms it all as he looks into the eyes of God himself: he’s in love with his best friend. 

“I meant to text you that picture earlier, Rafe…”

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hmmm thinking abt dark!Best Friend!Rafe coming to Reader just crying about some fight happening w his dad and manipulating her to let him fuck her 🥰🥰