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Preludes and Nocturnes - Part 1

Paring: Rafe Cameron x InnocentPogue!reader

Summary: Rafe discovers your hidden talent and now he has seen it, you have his full attention.

Warnings: 18+ Smut. Dark!Rafe. Virgin!Reader, Romance, Angst, Dub-Con, Fingering, squirting. Not Proof-Read so mistakes are my own.

Word Count: 9k words (Yo it took me months to write but I finally did it)

Author Note: Hello lovelies! So this is an original idea I’ve had for a while now... and this is the longest fanfic I’ve ever written for a character. Who did I write this tale about Rafe motherfucking Cameron of course. HA! I may do a part 2 but we’ll see based on the response it gets. Love you all and thanks for reading and listening - there’s music in there too so if you can listen to the tracks as you read it’ll heighten the experience. 🫶 Enjoy!

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Rose, elegant and poised as ever, fiddled with Ward's bowtie. It was a futile attempt to straighten it, and you wondered if the Kooks knew how ridiculous they looked, their privileged lives spent fussing over trivial things.

"Do you play?" Ward's voice was casual, but his eyes betrayed a glimmer of interest. He had seen you eyeing the piano in their opulent living room before, and it was clear he suspected you had a musical inclination.

"A little," you replied, shrugging nonchalantly. You didn't want to give too much away. The Kooks had a tendency to pry, and you had learned the hard way that it was better to keep your guard up.

The Camerons were pleasant enough, but like the other Kooks on Figure Eight, they didn't really care about the Pogues. You had grown up being told that Pogues were different from Kooks, but as you got older, you realized it was more complicated than that. The Kooks were narrow-minded, lacking empathy and understanding. They saw the Pogues as nothing more than servants, there to cater to their every whim. It was a toxic dynamic and one that you had learned to navigate with caution.

The key to survival on the Outer Banks was invisibility. You had learned that early on. The less you revealed about yourself, the safer you were. So you didn't tell Ward that your father had started teaching you piano before you could even walk. You didn't tell him that music was your escape, your solace, your everything.

"Well, a bit of something is better than nothing," Ward chuckled, his eyes flickering back to you. "I bought it thinking it would be nice to have music in the house that wasn't rap or pop, but you know how kids are." He chuckled again. "No one seems interested in learning how to play it. If you want to try it out, our door is always open."

The Kooks were the quintessential chameleons, expertly donning the cloak of benevolence and charity. But behind the facade lay their self-centered motives, concealed in plain sight. In their company, you had to be just as duplicitous as them, your true self lost in a sea of artifice. So you donned your own mask of deceit, feigning a grin while burying your true feelings behind a veneer of politeness.

As the grandfather clock in the hallway struck six, Rose and Mr. Cameron stepped into the warm North Carolina evening, dressed to the nines for their elegant black-tie affair. You were left behind in the kitchen with Wheezie, chatting aimlessly about everything and nothing. A comfortable silence settled between you.

"Want to watch a movie, Wheezie?" you asked, but you already knew the answer.

"Maybe next time? I'm having a Stranger Things watch party with my friends. We're on season three, actually," she replied as she pulled out her phone and began texting.

"Oh, that's cool. Sure, let me know when you're hungry and we'll order in."

A few minutes later, you were left alone in the kitchen, grappling with the void of the next five hours stretching before you. Your gaze was inexorably drawn to the open double doors of the living room, and a force beyond your control tugged at your heartstrings.

There, in the corner of the Camerons' living room, stood a magnificent black Steinway & Sons piano. A work of art that you had only seen in fleeting glimpses on the internet, played by virtuosos with mastery beyond compare.

The Camerons' piano was an exquisite piece. Valued upwards of forty thousand dollars, it was a show-stopper that begged to be played in a prestigious concert hall. And yet there it sat in their living room, untouched and unloved.

With a fluttering heart, you approached the baby grand piano, drawn by an unconscious force beyond your control. As you lifted the fallboard, a heady scent of wax and mahogany wafted into your nostrils, creating a longing you could barely contain. Your fingertips brushed against the smooth, pristine ivory keys, unable to resist the urge to touch. As you pressed down on one, a crystalline note filled the air, flawless and true. Before you could even think, you were seated on the bench.

Back straight and feet planted firmly on the floor, you thought about all the classical pieces you had practiced over the years and loved to play. How each piece would sound hollow on your cheap, antiquated piano in your small family home. Music was your first love, and you longed for the day to play on stage accompanied by the New York Symphony Orchestra.

Closing your eyes, you allowed your mind to wander, imagining a sea of faces, a packed audience hanging on your every note. In your mind's eye, you saw your dad sitting in the front row, his gaze filled with pride and love. The thought of his reaction, a validation of all his sacrifices over the years, filled you with purpose.

Driven by your distant dream, you let your fingers glide across the keys, effortlessly weaving a tapestry of sound that flooded the Camerons' living room with music.

With meticulous attention, you listened closely to the dynamics of the piece. You noticed the way the Steinway amplified the subtlest variations in volume, imbuing the composition with a melancholic mood. Your fingers moved with practiced ease, executing intricate runs and arpeggios with fluid grace.

Enraptured by the music, you let the notes wash over you. Every facial expression was a reflection of the emotional journey unfolding before you. As the piece reached its crescendo, your fingers moved faster, striking the keys with greater force, a physical manifestation of your emotions. Your hands flowed in flawless harmony with the rhythm, pouring your soul into the music. And with the final notes, you laughed breathlessly, basking in the afterglow of your musical outpouring.

But your blissful moment was cruelly interrupted as you suddenly sensed you weren’t alone. Your eyes snapped open, and a cold wave of fear washed over you.

“Shit! I am so sorry,” you stammered, your voice trailing off in a rush of apologies as you gingerly lowered the piano fallboard.

“You know,” Rafe’s words were laced with honey, each syllable slow and sweet, yet there was no mistaking the menacing undertone to them. “We don’t take kindly to people touching our things,” he drawled, his intense gaze locked onto yours, a warning glimmer lurking within his dark eyes.

“I… I had permission from your dad,” you insisted, your words barely audible above a whisper as you tried to defend your actions.

His response was a dismissive chuckle. The atmosphere was taut with tension as he nonchalantly propped his golf bag against the wall. Leisurely slow, he sauntered over to you, his hands casually tucked away in his pockets.

“What were you playing anyway?” he inquired, his tone deceptively relaxed.

“You mean the name of the piece?” you swallowed hard, fear palpable. “It’s called Nocturne in C-sharp Minor.”

The tall blonde squinted at you, and you could not decipher his expression. Wanting to avoid further irritation, you slowly rose from the piano bench and dusted it off.

“What kinda name is that?”

“I… I…” you stammered, blood surging in your ears from fear as Rafe suddenly leaned in and lifted the fallboard. He scanned the keys, perhaps checking for any scratches. You took a deep breath. The scent of his expensive cologne and freshly mown grass overwhelmed your senses.

“I don’t know. It worked for Chopin, I guess.” You said quietly.

“Chopin…” he said with his lip jutted.

“He’s the composer. He wrote it and-”

“I know Chopin,” Rafe interrupted, his eyes suddenly locked on you. Up close, you could not deny that they were a striking shade of blue, if not for the death glare he gave you. “Chopin, Beethoven, Einaudi, Bach…” He backed away and sat in a nearby chair. “Brahms… I’ve been to enough of those long-ass concerts to at least know their names.”

You felt a confusing mix of awe and jealousy as you listened to Rafe’s words. The pit in your stomach proved this. You had never been to a proper symphony concert, and the school concerts you had attended were barely amateur. The thought of your dad’s broken promise to take you to one was a constant source of frustration. However, Rafe’s casual disdain for the very concerts he was lucky enough to attend seemed to be a new addition.

“Well… I’m not getting paid to mess around on your piano,” you said with a wry smile, as you tried to mask your emotions.

“You’re right. You’re not,” Rafe retorted while he twisted the gold signet ring around his index finger with his thumb. Head tilted to the side, his eyes raked over every inch of you, from your hair, your oversized sweatshirt and jeans to your worn knockoff Converses. You felt self-conscious under his intense scrutiny. He made you want to crawl into a hole and hide.

“I… I should check on Wheezie,” you whispered, eager to escape the tension in the room.

“Why?” Rafe asked, halting his twirling of the signet ring. His face appeared bemused until a sly grin tugged at his lips. “Weeze is a big girl, right? Might as well… play Chopin while she’s doing her own thing…”

As you babysat for the Camerons, you occasionally spotted Rafe in the vicinity. Sometimes, he was accompanied by a striking beauty, while other times he hung out with his friends. Even when he was alone, his body language was a clear warning: "Keep your distance." His piercing gaze made you feel diminutive and unimportant, as if any attempts at interaction would be met with cold indifference. In his presence, you felt like you were navigating hostile terrain, just a misstep away from a precarious situation.

"Well?" he said, leaning back in his chair and tapping his lower lip with a finger. The gesture seemed to carry a message, but what message you weren't sure. What was certain was that his expression of amusement made it evident that the outcome was secondary—he was simply enjoying watching you squirm.

Your tongue darted out to moisten your parched lips, while anxiety twisted in your gut as you stared nervously at the grand Steinway piano and Rafe. The weight of his words lingered in the air, causing you to hesitate and consider the potential consequences of your answer.

Every which way you looked at it, you were fucked.

Rafe was bound to tell his parents, and you were sure enough about to lose your job once they found out. Despite Mr. Cameron's outward kindness and willingness to accommodate, you knew very well that playing their piano without supervision was not within the bounds of your permission. And he certainly would not appreciate you lying about it either.

Still, you were determined to make the most out of a shitty situation. You weren't trying to prove anything to Rafe, but if this was going to be your last time playing a Steinway, you would go out in style.

You had chosen a haunting, evocative melody, a tale of lost love and longing. The notes rang out, clear and true, as your fingers danced over the keys.

Closing your eyes and shutting out the world and Rafe, you allowed the music to flow from your fingertips, guided by instinct and emotion. Your touch was delicate yet confident, breathing life into the haunting melody.

After the last notes of the piece hung in the air like a delicate mist. You held your breath, waiting for some kind of response from Rafe, but all you got was a deafening silence. The room felt like it was closing in on you, and you couldn't help but cast a quick glance in his direction.

Rafe's eyes bored into yours with an intensity that made your heart stop. You shifted uncomfortably, feeling exposed under his scrutinizing gaze. When you finally lowered the fallboard, the tension was so thick you could practically cut it with a knife.

"I should check on Wheezie," you whispered, breaking the silence.

Rafe made no reply, and you took that as permission to leave. When you returned downstairs a half hour later, Rafe was nowhere to be seen and you sighed in relief.

In the best-case scenario, Rafe would keep your little transgression to himself. In the worst-case scenario, you could explain to Mr. Cameron that curiosity got the better of you and seek his forgiveness. Either way, you vowed never to touch their piano again.

"What's on your setlist today, piano girl?" Rafe's voice caused your heart to skip a beat, and you nearly spewed out the orange juice pooling in your mouth. A mere week had passed since your previous babysitting job at the illustrious Cameron residence. Yet here you were once again, feeling a pang of anxiety at the mere sight of him. You had desperately hoped to avoid any interaction with Rafe for the remainder of your shift, but fate had other plans in store.

There he was, sauntering into the kitchen, sporting an obnoxiously bright salmon polo shirt that clashed horribly with his teal shorts, and finished with a backwards baseball cap. Despite his frat boy appearance, you couldn't help but admit that he looked undeniably handsome. The realization hit you like a brick and left you feeling inexplicably uneasy.

"Excuse me?" you sputtered, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

Rafe's gaze shifted towards the living room, where the Steinway was waiting behind closed doors.

"No, I don't think it's a good idea," you said, your voice trailing off as you watched Rafe roll his eyes.

"Whatever," he drawled with a dismissive flick of his wrist, exuding an air of nonchalant superiority as he strode out of the kitchen.

You parroted his words under your breath, feeling frustration boil inside you. Despite his insufferable demeanor, you chose to let it slide. After all, you needed this job, and with a week of smooth sailing under your belt, you suspected that Rafe had kept your little piano incident under wraps. You weren't about to jeopardize your livelihood over a petty disagreement with Rafe Cameron of all people.

Just as you were considering taking refuge in the kitchen to avoid Rafe, the sound of a key being struck on the Steinway echoed through the kitchen, beckoning you towards it.

You stepped into the living room, a bundle of nerves and anticipation, only to find Rafe sprawled in the same chair as before. The piano's fallboard was already raised. Its ebony and ivory keys gleamed in the warm light of the setting sun. Rafe's piercing gaze locked onto yours, then flicked towards the piano.

"Do you want me to play something?" you asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Rafe shrugged, looking uninterested. "Do you want to?" he asked, his voice dripping with boredom.

"I don't mind, I guess," you replied, chewing your bottom lip.

If you were to be completely honest with yourself, you were desperate for another chance to play the Steinway. There was a piece that you couldn't get out of your head, and you knew it would sound magnificent on it. You did not need to be asked twice. But at the same time, you were no fool.

You had heard whispers about the "Kook King." Infamous for settling disputes with his fists, not for acts of kindness. You had no idea what was taking place here or why Rafe was suddenly allowing you to play the Camerons' prized possession. But despite your internal warning bells that this could be a trap, you put your glass of orange juice on the floor next to the bench. Consequences be damned.

Taking a confident breath, you aimed to kill.

As you hit the final notes of the composition, the silence was shattered by Rafe's ragged breaths. Your eyes locked onto his, and you saw a flicker of something in his gaze that was gone as quickly as it appeared.

"I've been working on that one for a while," you said, trying to sound nonchalant despite his stare. "I know it's not perfect, but I-"

"No, it's good," Rafe interjected with a croak. "You're good."

His words validated your talent, and a rush of excitement surged through you, causing a grin to spread across your face as you basked in his praise. But the moment was short-lived as Rafe pulled out his phone and started scrolling, his demeanor shifting from impressed to cold indifference. Without warning, he abruptly rose from his seat, an air of superiority emanating from his towering frame.

"Tell Rose I'm having dinner at Top's," he drawled, his voice dripping with aloofness as he looked down his nose at you.

"Sure, okay," you stammered, still reeling from his sudden change in behavior.

Without another glance in your direction, he strode out of the room, leaving you to wonder what the hell just happened.

It became routine. A ritual. Embedded in your weekly visits to the Cameron residence.

Each time you babysat Wheezie, the air would fill with the soothing sound of classical music, as you took your place at the Steinway and brought the keys to life. Rafe, either in the background or seated nearby, listened intently. His brooding demeanor was a stark contrast to the beauty of the music.

As the weeks went by, playing the Steinway became a treasured routine, and it wasn't just the music that captivated you. With every note played, the invisible barrier between you and Rafe seemed to thin. Despite his reserved exterior, there was a subtle shift in the room when he was around, a magnetic pull that drew you closer to him until one evening, a simple question from him sparked a conversation that would change everything.

"Where did you even learn to play like that?" Rafe asked as the sun cast its final rays of light into the opulent living room, painting the space with a breathtaking array of orange, pink, and purple hues.

You had just finished playing a piece by Bach. The air was still thick with the lingering notes of the Prelude as you closed the Steinway lid.

"There's barely electricity on the cut. Far less for piano classes, and even if there was, you can't—you can't teach this, know what I mean? Well, not the way you play it anyway." His tone shifted, taking on a new quality of—dare you think it?—admiration. You couldn't help but wonder if the beer he was drinking had anything to do with his slip of the tongue and the emotions that seemed to seep through in his words.

You cast your eyes to find Rafe leaning forward in his chair, said beer bottle in hand, his hair falling into his face and his eyes laser-focused on you. There was an intensity in his eyes that made you feel like you were being seen, truly seen, by him. But as much as you were flattered by his attention, something lurking in the depths of his gaze made you feel uneasy, and you weren't entirely sure why. You brushed the stray thought aside.

"My dad taught me." You said with pride in your voice. "Did you know they used to have jazz nights at the Wreck?" You turned your body towards Rafe, eager to share this piece of history. "Back then, it wasn't called the Wreck. Anyway, my dad used to play there every night from seven until midnight until the Carreras took over. Now he works on the big oil rig in Burnsville."

"Does he still play?" Rafe asked.

You hesitated for a moment, realizing you were oversharing with Rafe Cameron of all people. But something about his presence made you feel comfortable enough to continue. "No, after my mom left," you trailed off, suddenly feeling vulnerable. "He just gave up on music altogether."

Rafe looked down, his expression unreadable.

"I guess I'm trying to keep the tradition alive, in my own way. It's not jazz, but he approves." You smiled softly. "Anyway, what about you?"

Arresting blue eyes flicked up at yours, and your stomach flipped.

"What about me?" he asked, his voice low and husky, dripping with curiosity and challenge. He leaned back in his chair, the rattan creaking beneath him. He lazily ran a hand through his blonde hair, revealing his chiselled features. You weren't sure why, but the gesture felt calculated. As though it was meant to entice you. And yet you couldn't help but feel a flutter in your chest as you drank in the sight of him.

"No offense, but you don't look like the type to be into..." you waved your hand towards the piano, trying to deflect his gaze and lighten the mood.

"Yeah? What do I look like I'm into?" Rafe purred seductively, his tongue swiping his top lip. His eyes fixed on you. You didn't miss his tone. The double entendre just beneath the surface, if you were bold enough to respond to it. You were sure the alcohol running through his veins had something to do with his sudden flirty behavior. Tomorrow, he'd probably forget the whole thing. But it still didn't stop the butterflies from dancing in your stomach.

"I...I..."

"Go on, don't be shy," Rafe coaxed, his eyes dark and intense, almost daring you to take the bait.

"I don't know," you breathed out a laugh, suddenly feeling flustered and self-conscious.

"Yeah, you do." Rafe said, his tone low and teasing. "Saying I don't look like the type means you have a type in your head. So, let's hear it. What kind of man do you think I am, Y/N?"

You were certain this was not about music anymore, and you felt way out of your element. What were you supposed to say about that? You decided to keep the conversation neutral and err on the side of caution.

"Okay," you nodded as you shifted on the bench. "You look like the type to be interested in other types of music, you know like rap or hip-hop, rock— even country, anything but this."

Rafe looked away with a chuckle, a deep rumble that made your skin tingle. He nodded slowly, pondering your words.

"Does that sound bad? I know it sounds awful. I'm sorry." You cringed.

"Nah, it's pretty tame actually... innocent even..." Rafe murmured more to himself than to you. You shivered as his piercing blue gaze met yours, then slowly traveled down to your lips, neck, and every inch of your oversized t-shirt and cardigan to your jeans-covered body.

He cleared his throat, his voice low as he spoke. "And you're not wrong. Classical music was my mom's thing. She loved it." He said taking a swig of his beer.

"Oh," you breathed out, taken aback by the unexpected answer. Suddenly, the pieces of the puzzle started to fall into place. Why Rafe was always so engrossed in the music each time you played. The wistful expression that crossed his face whenever he heard familiar pieces of music. It was like a window into his soul, a glimpse into a hidden part of him that he kept from the world. And just as you pieced together your thoughts, Rafe spoke, confirming your suspicions.

"We used to go to the mainland to see 'The Four Seasons' or 'Carmen' or some other shit like that. I don't know, it reminds me of her, I guess. Takes me back to happier times." Rafe shrugged, a hint of sadness in his eyes as he sipped his beer.

"I'm sorry..." you whispered.

"Nah, don't be. She was sick for a long time, and now she's... Anyway, It's all good now." Rafe replied with a forced nonchalance, a fragile façade attempting to conceal his true emotions.

"So, you listen to classical music for nostalgia..." you whispered, your voice tinged with a touch of melancholy.

“I guess you could say that,” Rafe said thoughtfully, tilting his head from side to side as he considered your words. He scrunched up his face, eyebrows drawn together as if he had tasted something bitter. “But I'm not a classical music aficionado or anything. It’s not like I’m requesting it in the club. Can you imagine that shit? Right after 21 Savage fuckin’ Mozart on blast. I’d get jumped.”

"I don’t know, you might start a trend," you smiled.

“Sounds like you want me to get jumped”

You outright laughed at that one. “Well, it depends, do you deserve it?”

“Oof” Rafe countered, clutching his chest faux wounded. “That was good.”

You shrugged with a smile, feeling an unexpected kinship with Rafe of all people. Here was this tough, brooding guy who, beneath the surface, was incredibly sentimental and even had a sense of humor. It was a sweet and surprising discovery.

"What about you? Why do you play?" He asked, his blue eyes roaming across your facial features slowly, curiously, when your laughter had died and all that was left was contented silence.

"Good question. Why do I play? Well, I guess for me... it's about the emotion," you replied, your fingers tracing the Steinway keys without pressing them. "Each note, each chord, each composition tells a story. It's like I'm a part of that story, and I get to bring it to life. You don’t need words you just… feel it.”

Rafe nodded, understanding. "I get it. You're the storyteller. The piano is your instrument channelin’ that shit.”

"Exactly!" you said, touching your nose and pointing to him with an earnest laugh.

"Exactly," Rafe repeated with a soft chuckle, his gaze fixated on you.

“Hey, how come I never see you at bonfires?” Rafe asked, a mischievous glint in his eye one sunny afternoon when Rose and Mr. Cameron went out for drinks with friends, leaving Wheezie in your care.

“Bonfires just aren’t my thing,” you replied with a shrug.

“What, no friends to hang out with?” he teased.

“I have plenty of friends!” you retorted, a hint of a smirk playing at your lips.

“Friends that I’ve never seen you with,” he pressed.

“What do you mean ‘friends I’ve never seen you with’ are you stalking me around town?”

“Maybe I am...” he shrugged a small devious smile curled his lips. “Whatever. Well, my friends and I clearly hang out when you’re not around,” you shot back, a playful smile lighting up your face.

“Sure you do,” he drawled, a chuckle rumbling in his chest.

Rafe leaned forward against the piano, the sun casting a warm glow on his handsome features. You couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he laughed, and how the muscles in his arms flexed under his t-shirt while he absentmindedly tapped his index finger on the piano lid.

“You know, there’s more to life than playing music,” Rafe said, his voice low and smooth, as he turned the words over with his tongue. His finger tapping the lid, became slower, more measured.

“Oh, I know that,” you replied, rolling your eyes. “I have plenty of other things going on.”

“Yeah? Like what?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Like studying,” you said, trying to keep a straight face as Rafe scoffed and rolled his eyes. “I’m actually quite serious about my grades.”

"I wouldn't expect anything less from a good girl," Rafe chuckled. Once again, his comment caught you off guard. Although you knew he wasn't mocking you, it still felt strange that he felt the need to mention what he perceived was good girl behavior. “Seriously though, you should have some real fun too. Do some shit you probably shouldn’t do. Life’s too short to be cooped up not living it.”

You shrugged, unsure of what to say. Rafe had a point, but you weren’t sure if bonfires were the kind of fun you were looking for. Still, there was something about the way he looked at you that made your heart skip a beat, and you couldn’t help but swallow nervously. As if reading your thoughts, Rafe leaned closer.

“You know, I could show you a good time if you want.” Rafe’s voice was low and husky as he leaned in close, his minty breath fanning your cheek. While he had flirted before, this time there was a sober earnestness to his words that made your heart race. But before you could even formulate a response, the front door's slam cut through the thick tension.

Rafe straightened himself, briefly glancing towards the hallway before fixing his gaze back on you, his jaw tightly clenched in irritation. With determined strides, he purposefully walked away, the sound of his long steps resonating down the corridor, while you unintentionally caught snippets of his familiar argument with Sarah.

It seemed Sarah had developed an interest in John B, a guy you had seen around town, but Rafe vehemently disapproved due to his “pogue” status. You couldn’t fathom why he held such strong opposition, especially considering that you, too, were a Pogue. Had he conveniently forgotten? Or did he consider you an exception?

As you closed the lid of the Steinway, an inescapable curiosity filled your mind about what set your relationship with Rafe apart. Maybe he only saw you as a friend rather than a romantic interest the way Sarah felt about John B.

Reluctant to admit it to yourself, the thought pierced through, leaving you with a confusing mixture of disappointment, anger, and self-annoyance for even entertaining the idea that Rafe could ever feel that way about you.

As Rafe persisted in berating his sister, you dismissed any contemplation of what might have happened between the two of you if she had arrived just a few minutes later.

“Hello?”

“I'm in here.” Rose’s voice, sharp as a razor’s edge, resonated through the foyer of the Camerons’ residence. As you entered the kitchen, you discovered her gingerly picking up the remnants of a shattered vase from the tiled floor. You offered to help her, but she brushed you off with a dismissive gesture.

“No need, honey. I wouldn’t want you getting hurt.” She said, smiling unconvincingly.

Mr. Cameron burst into the room a few seconds later. His dominating presence charged the atmosphere, his eyes glinting like ice. It was only when his eyes landed on you that his demeanour changed.

“Oh, Y/N. Thanks for coming on such short notice. We’ll only need you for two hours. Sarah should be back by then.” He smiled, though it did not reach his eyes.

“Uh, sure. Of course.” You replied. You scurried out of his path as he snatched a file and car keys from the kitchen table.

“I’ll be in the car.” He informed Rose tersely, eliciting a stiff nod from her.

Feeling Rose’s disquiet, you intervened to clear the shattered vase. “I can pick these up for you, Rose.” You said warmly.

“Really? Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.” You assured her with a nod.

“Thank you.” She murmured, her smile returning. “Wheeze is upstairs doing her homework. I’m sorry about all of this. Things are a bit crazy today.” She said, her grip on her bag and sunglasses tightening as if she were holding onto her sanity by a thread. And with that, she vanished, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the shattered pieces of the vase.

Having cleared the wreckage, you climbed the stairs to find Wheezie immersed in her studies in her room, her headphones firmly in place. You inquired if she needed anything or was okay, but she appeared blissfully unaware of the chaos that had unfolded. You marvelled at her ability to concentrate amidst the turmoil, yet you couldn’t dispel the nagging suspicion that the Camerons hid a dark secret beneath their façade of rich superiority. With a sigh, you left Wheezie to her schoolwork and descended the stairs as the sound of the living room door being opened roused your suspicions.

As you passed the living room, your heart sank at the sight of Rafe. He was sitting on his usual chair, swaying back and forth, lost in a jumble of incoherent words. His eyes were bloodshot and streaked with tears. You hurried towards him, your mind racing with worry and fear. You sat down on the floor in front of him, your heart pounding in your chest.

“What happened? Are you okay?”

He responded with a roar that shook you to your core. The words that spilled out of Rafe’s mouth were like knives, cutting deep into your soul. He berated himself with a ferocity that was frightening, how he was a failure in his father’s eyes, how he was nothing but a disappointment. You placed a comforting hand on his knee, giving it a gentle squeeze, trying to offer some solace amidst his torment.

His eyes flicked to your hand, then to your face, as if seeing you for the first time. Rafe’s jaw tightened, his eyes raw with emotions you couldn’t decipher. There was anger there, yes, but there was something else too – something deeper, more primal.

“Play something.” He suddenly demanded.

“I can- I can get someone for you. Do you want me to call your-”

“No. I don’t want that. I want you to play.” He almost sneered at you.

“Okay.” You whispered tentatively.

You made your way to the piano, your fingers trembling with anticipation. As you began to play, the haunting melody flowed from your fingertips.

As the tender notes from the piano enveloped you, the outside world ceased to exist. Within the protective cocoon of the Cameron's living room, you hoped your music might be a balm for Rafe’s pain. But this sanctuary of sound was violently shattered when an aggressive tug at your hair ripped you from your reverie.

Suddenly, Rafe was there, his fingers cruelly ensnared in your hair, exerting a force so savage it wrenched your head backward, choking off your breath and stilling the music in one brutal tug. The once harmonious room was now charged with an electrifying tension, your eyes captured and held hostage by the ferocity in his.

This was not the Rafe you knew.

The Rafe towering above you appeared utterly transformed. Unrecognizable in every way. Gone was the Rafe who had shared countless evenings filled with laughter and sharing stories. Gone was the anchor that made you feel connected and safe.

Instead, frustration etched itself onto his face like a battle scar, while his dilated pupils revealed an intensity you had never witnessed before, oscillating between your fear-stricken eyes.

His gaze dipped to your parted lips as you let out the breath you were holding, and before you could react, before you could appease him, Rafe captured your lips with his.

You froze. Paralyzed against Rafe's lips. Shock stole your breath away.

Time stopped in an instant as you grappled with the thought that this was a dream, a surreal nightmare. But that fragile notion shattered like glass as Rafe's movements became evident. His lips melded against yours like clay taking form. Hard and desperate, his kiss abruptly catapulted you back into the chilling reality that this was, without a doubt, happening.

Your instinct for survival surged as your fight-or-flight response kicked in. You attempted to push him away, but Rafe tightened his grip on your hair and yanked harder, forcing your submission, his tongue plunging into your mouth when you whined in protest.

The taste of alcohol on Rafe’s tongue was bitter and overwhelming. You tried to convince yourself that this was the reason behind Rafe's behaviour. Any moment now, he would realize his mistake, any moment he would let you go. But instead, Rafe's fingers sank into the hollow of your jaw, holding it open while his tongue explored the warm interior of your mouth.

You whimpered softly as his tongue twirled against yours with ferocity. Rafe adjusted his hand in your hair and gripped tighter, making you cry out as pain surged through your scalp and neck. The sound didn't deter him, as he forced your head back drinking from your mouth greedily.

Discordant notes rang out as you lashed out wildly, reaching for anything you could hold onto for balance. Your hands found Rafe's bicep and you dug your nails into his skin, trying to pull his hand away as he kissed you like a man possessed.

Your entire body was inflamed with sensations you had never experienced before as pleasure and pain bled into one. Your scalp ached yet your body felt hot. Your nipples were suddenly sensitive to your sweater's scraggly wool while you ached between your legs for something you had not experienced before. The whirlwind of sensations new and overwhelming within you made your eyes flutter shut on their own, your hands sliding up Rafe's wrist as you held on for balance.

Rafe's mouth worked over yours with an intensity so raw that your protests turned into breathless moans and frantic gasps as you succumbed to his kiss. Your tongue tentatively meets his stroke for stroke. Rafe growled in approval and you could feel him smile into the kiss, his tongue stoking the fire deep within you and just as quickly as it started, Rafe abruptly pulled away leaving you shaking and struggling for air.

Your heart raced within your chest as you abruptly pushed yourself off the piano bench, nearly causing it to tip over in your haste. Hand clutching your chest, you struggled to catch your breath, hastily wiping away tears that had unknowingly streamed down your cheeks.

A fleeting glance at Rafe revealed his heavy breathing, his mouth agape in quick, shallow pants, and his pupils dilated, tinged with a faint hint of blue. Yet, it was the expression etched upon his face that sent a wave of terror crashing over you.

Rafe's eyes showed no remorse.

Instead, you saw an overwhelming hunger within them that made your blood run cold. Rafe’s gaze moved down from your stunned face over your trembling body. The danger that emanated from him made your knees buckle.

You took a step back, your mind whirling with fear and apprehension. But Rafe stepped forward, his eyes locked onto yours with determination.

"I-- I need to check on Wheezie. See what she'd like for dinner," you whispered, your voice shaking as you inched backwards toward the door. You turned to run but it was too late.

Rafe reached out and snatched the hem of your sweater, yanking you towards him. You struggled to break free, twisting and thrashing like a scared kitten in his grip but Rafe was relentless. His other hand reached for your waist as he pulled you close. His nose and lips trailed the back of your neck and into your hairline and he groaned as he breathed you in. With a jab of your elbow into his rib you wriggled free. It wasn't enough to wound him but it gave you the head start needed to run.

You dashed from the room, Rafe's pursuit relentless. His outstretched fingers grazed your sweater, narrowly missing its mark. It wasn't until you sprinted up the stairs that he abandoned the chase. You didn't need to glance back to feel his gaze on you. The tendrils of his breathless laugh reverberated down the corridor.

You burst into Wheezie's room, a hot mess of tears and fear. You made up some excuse about feeling unwell and had to go home immediately. After calling Rose and arranging for a replacement babysitter for Wheezie, you sat in her room and waited for the sitter to arrive.

You didn't see Rafe when you left, and you thanked God for that. You knew that if you saw him, you would break down crying, and you couldn't bear to show him any more weakness. But the tears came anyways, hot and heavy, as soon as you got home. How could you have been so stupid? You knew all the rumors about him, knew that he wasn't a good guy, and yet somehow, you thought in your warped mind that he was different. A decent human being who was simply misunderstood.

It wasn't like you didn't see the signs. They were always there, staring you right in the face. The blatant flirting, the staring, the way he undressed you with his gaze. You dismissed every red flag, thinking he couldn't like you in that kind of way because you were not the type of girl Rafe Cameron would go for and you certainly weren't the type of girl Rafe Cameron would kiss.

And it wasn't just the kiss that scared you. It was the fact that Rafe had no intention of stopping. It was the way he held onto you, the way he made you feel like you were drowning in a sea of desire. He was a predator, relentless in his pursuit of you, and as you thought about how he grabbed onto your clothes his lips tracing your neck even as you protested you couldn't help but cry even harder.

No. There was no way you were setting foot in that house again. Not after the way Rafe kissed you, not after what he was determined to get out of you.

Over the next few weeks, Rose's texts kept coming, each one more insistent than the last. But you knew better than to give in to her demands. You couldn't go back to that house, not after what had happened with Rafe. It was too dangerous, too risky, and you couldn't afford to let your guard down again.

You thought about telling her what had happened with Rafe, but the thought of it made your stomach turn. How could you explain what had happened without sounding like a fool? That you had been hanging out with her stepson for months, that you had let things get out of hand?

You had every intention of never setting foot in that house again. But then Rose sent you a text, asking if you were available on Saturday. They were desperate, she said, and willing to offer triple what they usually paid. Rafe and Sarah were going to a game and the lady who was supposed to look after Wheezie had a family emergency.

You were going to turn them down, again, but the truth was that since you had dropped them as a client, it had been difficult to find other work. So, against your better judgement, you agreed, but only after Rose confirmed that she and Mr Cameron would be home long before Sarah and Rafe returned.

As the day of the babysitting gig approached, a sense of foreboding settled in the pit of your stomach. You knew that you shouldn't go, that it was too risky, too dangerous. But the promise of easy money was too tempting to ignore. And so, against your better judgement, you found yourself standing in front of the Cameron's house once again, your heart racing with a mix of fear and anticipation.

As you approached the front door, you couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. Rose had texted you on your way over, telling you that she would be getting ready and to let yourself in. But when you rang the doorbell and received no answer, you began to worry. Still, you didn't think anything of it when you turned the door handle and found that it was unlocked. You stepped inside and called out for Wheezie and Rose, but the house was silent.

Making your way to the kitchen, you put down your bag and pulled out your phone. You texted Rose and Wheezie to let them know that you had arrived and were in the kitchen, just in case Wheezie was plugged in. But as you waited for a response, your heart sank.

Something wasn't right. You could feel it.

You had been to the Camerons' house many times and had let yourself in on a few occasions when they were too busy to answer the door. None of this was new but it felt different. An ominous feeling washed over you. But just as you began to worry, the sound of footsteps in the hallway interrupted your thoughts, and you sighed in relief.

As you called out for Rose, a sudden hush fell over the room, broken only by the sound of footsteps approaching. You looked up, hoping to see Rose's familiar figure, but instead, your eyes met the last person you expected to see: Rafe.

His presence was jarring, like a thunderclap on a clear day. Your heart pounded in your chest as you tried to make sense of his unexpected appearance. But before you could utter a word, Rafe's murmur cut through the silence like a knife.

"Nah, not Rose," he said with a smile.

Fear took hold of you as you realized that he must have had something to do with Rose's texts in the first place. You stepped back, fear making your knees buckle.

"Where's Rose?" you whispered, wrapping your arms around yourself protectively, as if shielding yourself from him.

“Don’t worry about it,” he drawled, his voice low and dangerous.

“Don’t come near me,” you said firmly as Rafe rounded the kitchen island towards you. Immediately, you moved in the opposite direction away from him.

“I… I just… I needed to talk to you, like, a little bit. Is that okay?” he said, opening his hands to placate you.

“Did Rose actually text me?”

“She did,” Rafe soothed. “But then I, uh… I heard you’d be here tonight instead of Pat, and well… seeing you was more important to me than some game.” His eyes trailed over your face, studying your every reaction.

“Where’s Wheezie?”

“With Sarah.”

You shook your head, your mind reeling with disbelief. How could Rafe have orchestrated this situation for you to be alone with him without any of the Camerons noticing? But as if he heard your thoughts, a sly smile curled his lips and he chuckled softly.

“I told Rose I’d watch over Wheeze so she could catch an early ferry,” Rafe explained, his hands moving in slow, deliberate gestures, connecting invisible dots as he spoke. “After Rose left I gave my ticket to Wheeze.”

You felt like you were going to be sick.

“Look, I know the last time I was a little… a little intense…”

“Intense!” You choked. You would have laughed if the whole thing wasn’t so heartbreaking.

“Yes, and I’m -- I'm really sorry about that, okay? I really am.”

"You tried to ra-”

"No! No, no, I would never..." Rafe rushed towards you and you immediately backed away. He froze mid-step as you cowered, his hands still raised in surrender. "I’m sorry things were confusing and it looked that way but I wasn't trying to hurt you. God, I- l’m-" Rafe sighed, deflated his hands landed on his hips, he looked away as he pressed his tongue on the inside of his cheek.

"You're sorry it looked that way?" you whispered your voice trembling. Rafe's words echoed in your mind while memories of that day in all its menacing glory flooded back. You looked at him flabbergasted.

"Rafe...you... you were kissing me-”

“I know but I-”

“And touching me--"

He breathed out a laugh "Come on, you know I was only-,"

“Without my consent, Rafe.”

He was silent with that and you hoped your words had finally sunk in, had finally made him understand how terrifying he was in that moment.

“Then you chased me. You chased me like some...” you couldn’t even finish the sentence. You didn’t know how to finish the sentence. You were so hurt and confused. That your friend could do something like that to you. “I don’t even know who you are. I- I don’t think I ever did,” you whispered.

Rafe's eyes landed on yours with that. His gaze was dark and intense, and for a moment, you thought you had gotten through to him because he nodded slowly. But then he let out a humourless chuckle, reminding you of the one he gave post-chase, and any hope of reaching him dissipated.

"You know, it’s funny ‘cause you say that...” Rafe said coldly, a hand gesturing to you as if trying to grasp his own thoughts “But you’re not entirely innocent in all of this, are you?”

“I don't-- I don't understand."

“Do you have any idea what you're doing to me, huh, Y/N?

"Raf—"

"What kind of mental shit you put me through? Nah, you don't. You don't think about that, do you?" he asked, his hands gesturing toward you as his eyes narrowed and he stared you down. You felt a shiver run down your spine as you realized the gravity of Rafe's words. It was as if he was confessing to a darker truth, a mental anguish that he had been helplessly consumed by, something unintentionally sparked within him by your actions.

"I have my dad on my back talking about legacies, our family business and preparing me for that shit meanwhile Sarah’s running around town doing god knows what with some loser fucking up our family name. I have real shit to deal with...” he gave out a bitter laugh his hand clutched to his chest as he confessed.

“But even with all of that all I can think about every minute of every fucking day, is you.” Rafe's voice was raw and anguished. His hand moved up to his ear as he slowly walked towards you.

"It's like you've crawled into my brain, you know? Like I’m under some fucking spell with your music and your voice and your-" His eyes trailed down your body just as his hand followed the motion, and you shuddered. He was consuming you with his gaze every sinful thought etched across his features.

"Nah, you made me do this…” he said bitterly, his jaw clenched tight.

“Rafe--”

“You did and now I'm the bad guy because I had a moment of weakness. But you know what? Fuck, it.” he shrugged nonchalantly. “Fuck it, i’ll take responsibility for my part in this--”

“Rafe--”

“That’s what real men do, right? Take responsibility for their shit and I’m all about being accountable, so yeah, I kissed you.” He said nodding slowly. “But I’m not sorry.”

His words made you recoil, disbelief etched across your face as you stared at him.

“Yeah, you want me to pretend like I am. Act apologetic but I won’t. I'm not sorry and you should quit actin’ like you didn't enjoy it."

His words were like a punch to the gut, and you could feel the weight of his accusation settling in your stomach. Stunned, you opened your mouth to protest, but no words came out. A dry, humorless laugh left you instead. Rafe simply nodded slyly as he resumed his steps towards you, and as you stepped backwards, your back collided with the kitchen counter.

“That’s- that’s not true.”

“No?” he asked faux confused.

“It’s not- that’s not fair”

“Isn’t it?” he tutted.

"Rafe, listen to me," you whispered shakily, but he was already leaning in, his eyes dark and clouded.

"No. No, no, you listen.” he rasped, circling in and looking down on you, his lips pouted as he leaned into the shell of your ear, “You were moaning Y/N- No, don’t do that. Don’t shake your head, and act like you don’t know what I’m talking about. Don't stand there and pretend this whole fucking thing is one-sided. You were moaning into my mouth… and you...you held on to me, yeah? I didn’t force you to do those things."

"Rafe--”

“That was all you princess. So you gotta ask yourself. What kinda girl are you to be into that, hm?” Rafe whispered as he leaned into you. “What kinda girl would moan like a whore when a guy manhandles her…”

“I didn’t- I wasn’t. I wanted you to stop Rafe and you-”

Rafe chuckled before you could even finish your sentence.

“Is that what was happening while you were kissing me back? Nah, see I know what your problem is. I know, I know, I know…” he repeated softly, as he gently rested his hands on your hips. “I know why you ran when deep down you wanted it.”

You opened your mouth to protest only for Rafe to push his body up against yours. The hard wall of his body renders you speechless. “We eye fucked each other for months,” he whispered, as he looked down at you. His eyes darted to your lips as he licked his own. “You wanted it.” He said coldly.

"But I get it. It was overwhelming... too much... too soon... hm?" he murmured as his nose grazed yours. "I should have approached you more patiently. I realize that now," he acknowledged with a slow nod. "I should have been gentle with you, and I had every intention to. But I -- I wanted you so bad that day that I couldn't think straight. I'm thinking straight now, though."

“Rafe...” you breathed out, your hands on his chest to push him away but not quite having the strength to do so. Rafe must have picked up on this because he leaned in, his lips close to yours.

“You keep saying my name but you’re not telling me to stop...” Rafe whispered as his fingers caressed your cheek. With a gentle touch, he lifted your chin, and you willingly yielded. His caress made you sway, your mind growing hazy and confused. To regain your balance, you closed your eyes.

“Why aren’t you telling me to stop, hm?” he whispered.

You could feel the electricity between you as Rafe leaned in, lips hovering over yours and you tilted your head up slightly, closing the distance, only to be met with nothing. When you opened your eyes, you were met with Rafe’s hooded ones a victorious smile creeping across his lips.

“Come on” Rafe whispered, and before you could protest Rafe laced his fingers in yours and gently tugged you towards the living room.

Seated at the piano, Rafe smoothly lifted the fallboard with ease.

"Play something for me," he husked, gesturing for you to take a seat beside him on the bench. You felt a flutter of nervousness as you perched yourself next to him, unsure of where to start. You couldn't comprehend how you had gone from rejecting his advances to this moment of willing compliance and acceptance.

Rafe watched you intently. You had been up-close to Rafe before, but never this close. Not this intimately. Your mind became blank, overwhelmed with the prospect of playing for him.

"I...I don't know what to..." you stuttered.

"Anything, anything at all," Rafe whispered, his eyes studying your every move.

Taking a deep breath, you steadied your trembling fingers on the keys and began to release the notes, slowly at first, but gaining confidence with every passing moment.

“I noticed you, you know,” Rafe rasped. His knuckles suddenly grazed your cheek, and you flinched. “The first time you came to babysit Wheeze, I noticed you.” Rafe followed his knuckles as he moved them across your jaw.

“I remember thinking you were beautiful… shy… innocent…” Opening his hand, his fingers trailed down your neck, and your breath hitched.

“You were wearing this exact sweater…” His fingers splayed over your collarbone as they moved slowly down to your chest.

“What are you hiding under here, hm?” he asked softly. “What are you hiding under these baggy clothes?”

You shied away from his touch, your hands withdrawing from the keys of the piano.

"No. None of that. I’ll tell you when to stop,” he said his voice stern yet soft. Your eyes glanced at his as Rafe inched closer. “I’ll tell you when to stop.” he iterated slowly. “Start again.”

Swallowing you placed your hands on the keys while the music resumed from your fingertips.

Rafe shifted closer his leg flushed against your own. He wrapped his arm over the back of you and hooked it to the other side of the bench. Leaning in, his nose ghosted your neck.

“Raf-”

“Shhhh…”His nose nudged into your hairline. His other hand on your chest continued its exploration. It moved lower cupping your tit over your sweater. The gasp you make made Rafe breathe even heavier, a deep pur coming from the back of his throat.

“Please-” you whispered shakily.

“I’ve always wanted to touch you, you know that? Every time you played I’d think about what you’d feel like... what you’d look like, moaning for me. I wanna hear you moan for me.”

Determined Rafe’s hand moved lower until it dipped under your sweater and you gasped when his warm fingers brushed the skin of your stomach. His other hand let go of the piano stool and was now under your sweater squeezing your tit through your bra.

“Rafe--”

“Keep playing” he whispered against your neck and you did. His hand at your stomach moved lower, finding the button on your jeans he unbutton it with one deft move and your hands falter.

“Keep playing” he murmured, face nudging into your neck, his lips pressing soft kisses to your throat. “I wanna hear you play while I touch you”

The sensation of Rafe's hands on your body was almost lost in the overwhelming numbness that had taken over you. His strong hand leisurely tugged at the waistband of your panties seeking to touch what lay beneath, while his other hand snaked under your bra. He caressed and teased your nipple until a soft sob erupted from you.

Rafe moved his hand lower, slipping it between your wet folds and pushing his middle finger inside of you. You cried out, the intensity of sensation causing you to clutch onto Rafe's arm for support, music abandoned.

“It’s okay “ Rafe breathed deeply into your neck, as he roughly peppered your neck with kisses. “You're okay. Just breathe...” and as he said those comforting words he gently wormed another slender finger passed your slippery folds and into you.

You hissed, trying to move away from the burning stretch of his long fingers. Your nails dug into the flesh of his wrist with enough force to draw blood but Rafe determined as ever slowly moved his fingers in and out of you, each time inserting them a little deeper until it reached his signet ring.

"You've had more than one finger before?" he asked hotly against your neck. You shook your head no, gritting your teeth in an effort to endure him stretching you further still. Rafe groaned and nipped softly at your jawline, "Fuck, I can tell. I can barely move them. But you're a good girl, aren't you? You're taking them well and afterwards, I'm gonna train you to take all of me."

Rafe's lips trailed tender kisses down the length of your neck, then his mouth closed hungrily around the sensitive skin. His two fingers moved inside you and each slow thrust drew a soft moan from your lips.

With surety, he curled his fingers in a come-hither motion, barely grazing your clit with his thumb. The sensation was overwhelming and foreign, causing you to gasp and cum embarrassingly fast. Your pussy contracting around his fingers, milking them for all they were worth.

“Oh Fuuckk…” Rafe hissed. “You liked that, I can feel it.“ He sighed utterly mesmerised. “Well, if you like that...” Rafe groaned resting his forehead against the side of your face and planting soft kisses on your cheek. “You’re gonna love this.”

With his bottom lip caught between his teeth, Rafe's probing fingers started their relentless hunt for something deep within you. Suddenly, those searching digits found what they were looking for - a spot that caused you to arch over and clutch his hand as you cried out despite your best efforts.

“Oh- there it is” he chuckled softly, shunting his hand and hitting that spot over and over again with a speed and force that knocked the breath out of you, while his thumb expertly rubbed your clit and the fingers of his other hand mercilessly pulled and twisted your nipple.

“OhmyGOD!” you cried.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck my hand. Just like that.”

Rafe kept at it, even as your nails scraped along his wrist and arm for purchase. Even as you screamed and tried to scissor your legs closed to shut him out. None of it mattered as your eyes crossed and you felt your orgasm raw and violent crash over you.

Bucking violently into Rafe’s hand, you could feel your release seep through your jeans and onto the piano bench. Pooling and overflowing you could hear it trickle onto the hardwood floor and still, Rafe kept going, kept finger fucking you.

Lost in a sea of agonising pleasure you could do nothing but slump against him and take it, your hips stuttering, your mouth sagging as you whimpered and gasped.

Rafe moaned against you, planting soft kisses on the column of your throat. He stilled his hand, his fingers buried deep inside while you desperately tried to catch your breath.

"Seems my fingers are just as talented as yours, hm?" he said with a breathless chuckle. His nose trailed along your neck, while his tongue darted out to capture the perspiration nestled there.

Gently, Rafe removed his digits while you gazed in shock, unable to voice a single word as he brought the wet fingers to his lips and ravenously lapped up your fluids with a contented hum.

“This is too much.” you said hoarsely “I can’t-- I can't do this. No more, Rafe. No more,” you said weakly, trying to remove his hand from your breast and move away from his hold only for Rafe to seize your wrist painfully in his grasp.

"No more?" Rafe chuckled darkly, his gaze fixed on you with dilated pupils. "No more?" he repeated, inching closer as he shook his head. "Nah, baby. No. We're just getting started..."

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Reader being taken instead of kie to singhs house and having to share a bed with rafe, building a wall of pillows between each other but as soon as she falls asleep he gets rid of the pillows and pulls her into his arms and holding on tightly and when she wakes up and realizes that the wall is gone and he’s holding her she just snuggles closer to him making him confess his love for her and then kiss the crap outta her

Forced proximity

Enemies to lovers but he’s really loved her all along

Tag me once it’s up? Thanks!

pairing: rafe cameron x reader warnings: violence (?), season 3 spoilers kinda

This is a based off three requests I got that were all very similar, so I figured to just combine them. Hope that's okay and y'all like it.

requst 1 by @dearreader03 request 2 by anonym: "reader gets kidnapped instead of kiara and maybe reader gets hurt while they are bringing her in and rafe is worried out her and they sleep on the bed together" request 3 by anonym: "hi, i had an idea for a rafe x reader where y/n is kidnapped instead of kiara and she is stuck with rafe. They are exes because Y/n left him after knowing about Peterkin, but she still has feelings for him and she tries to resist him but fails😩❤️"

It felt like a nightmare. The initial joy about going back home was gone completely when you found yourself in the back of a truck, surrounded by men with guns. You didn't know where your friends were, if they would find you and most important, you didn't know what would happen to you.

When the truck stopped in front of the big mansion you felt like this was your chance. Somehow you managed to hop off the open truck but you didn't make it far. You knees hit the ground first, followed by your face. You heard shouting, then felt arms grabbing on yours to bring you up to your feet.

"Don't try shit like this again.", you heard behind you, then you were dragged towards the house.

You didn't know why you were here, what these people wanted from you but you were sure it had something to do with the gold. You quickly realized that it didn't make any sense to try and run away when you stepped into the house and were dragged up the stairs. Every single door was guarded. There was no way to escape.

Still, you tried to remember the way through the house, but there you were being pushed into the room at the end of the corridor.

"Fucking assholes.", you shouted as they shut the door behind you and locked it.

It took you a moment to realize that you weren't alone in the room. The man was standing in front of the window, back towards you. He wore a white shirt and his hair was buzzed.

When he turned around your heart sunk. Those blue eyes were one of a kind. A kind you knew so well.

"You got to be kidding me.", you grunted. "This can't be happening."

"Y/n? What the fuck are you doing here? Are you hurt?" The worry in Rafes eyes spoke volumes as he came rushing over to you and looked at your scraped up face.

"I'm fine Rafe."

"Did they fucking hurt you?" His eyes were big from concern. The though of someone touching and hurting you drove him crazy.

"No. It's nothing.", you said through gritted teeth, trying to ignore your hurting knees and wounds in your face.

"I knew you had something to do with this."

"What are you talking about? I don't." He looked at you, and hoped that for once you would believe him. That for once you wouldn't think that he was the bad one in the situation.

"Why are we here?" Your eyes were cold as you tried to stay calm. He had to know something but he shook his head, only telling you that it had something to do with the cross.

"Why, out of all people, am I stuck with you?" You sounded desperate. You had hoped to not see him again anytime soon. Your feelings just confused you more and you hated it.

You didn't regret your relationship with Rafe for one second. You knew that you really had loved each other, but still, you couldn't forgive him for what he did. You didn't wanted to know this Rafe.

"Don't say that." There was sadness in his voice. It hurt him to know how much you disliked him for what he did, it hurt him that you couldn't even bare being in a room with him.

"I can't just act like nothing happened, Rafe."

"I can't either.", he said desperate. He came closer to you who were sitting on the large bed in the room. He sunk to his knees and you stomach flipped by the sight of him on his knees in front of you. It brought back so many memories and feelings. He looked up to you.

"You- You don't understand." He slurred out, running his hands over his short hair. He didn't understand how he could be so nervous just because of you.

"I- You don't know how sorry I am."

You had heard those words a thousand times before. It was hard to believe that this time they would really mean something.

It cut like knifes. He was everything you needed and still, it destroyed everything you had worked on so hart. To get over him, to hate him.

- The hours passed until you saw the sun setting through the window. The two of you knew you had to get some rest, not knowing what would happen the next days.

"I can sleep on the floor.", you heard him mumble from the other side of the room.

"Don't be silly. It's not like we haven't shared a bed before."

It felt like old times as he snuck under the covers with you and you hoped he wouldn't hear your heart beat.

He scoffed at the wall of pillows between your bodies. It was safe to say that you didn't trusted him - and yourself.

Rafe just couldn't fall asleep this night. A thousand thoughts were running through his head. How could he get the two of you out of here? How could he protect you? He couldn't bare the thought of you getting hurt again.

This wall of pillows between the two of you was getting on his nerves. Just like you had said earlier, it wasn't the first time the two of you shared a bed. He thought about all the nights you had fallen asleep in his arms. The nights were his thoughts weren't as loud as they always were, the nights where he could just be Rafe and let himself fall.

He tossed the pillows to the floor. It seemed ridicilous to lay next to you and not have his arm around you. It was all he needed in this moment.

He slung his arm around your body, his hands touching your skin. It was a feeling he had dreamed about a thousand times. His face got lost in your hair and he pulled you closer to his body.

It felt normal for a moment when you woke up the next morning. The sun was coming through the windows and you felt a strong arm around your hips that felt so familiar. Then it all came back. The nightmare that you couldn't just wake up from.

"It's okay. I'm here." Rafe whispered softly in your ear as he felt your body panicking.

You managed to turn round in his arms. His eyes were open. He had spend the last half an hour just laying there with you in his arms. His eyes landed on your lips, then wandered back to your eyes.

It surprised you to not see a grin on his lips but tears forming in his eyes. There he was - broken Rafe that nobody had seen as often as you did.

"I know you hate me. But I love you y/n."

"You're wrong. I should hate you.", you whispered.

A part of you knew that this was wrong, that you had promised yourself to never go back to him. But you didn't know what life had to offer at this point, so you could at least let yourself fall for a moment.

You nodded as he looked at your lips again, his eyes questioning if it was okay to kiss you. His lips were soft, just like they had always been and just like you had pictured them in your dreams.

"I'm getting us out of here. I promise."

You knew he meant every word he said. You knew he would do anything for you and would protect you with his life.

really hope you like it xx

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#rafe cameron #obx3 #outer banks #rafe cameron angst #rafe cameron x reader #angst #blurb #masterlist #rafe cameron blurb #rafe cameron imagine

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oxpogues4lifexo · 2 months

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My argument for Rafe Cameron

I’d like to just point out how throughout the whole of season 1 Rafe was a somewhat reasonable, respectable kid.

The episode ‘Midsummers’ for instance, when Topper gets upset over Sarah in the beginning and he tries cheering him up. He couldve pushed it off or laughed at him like you’d expect him to but he doesn’t.

Again later in the episode when he’s chasing JJ inside, he apologises for running into a woman. The subtitles I’m pretty sure say it was Kelce but from the voice alone it clearly wasn’t. Netflix does that a lot with the subtitles I’ve noticed.

Also when you look at the show itself from both sides, the Pogues are close to being as bad as the Kooks in a way. They’re all just defending their own side of the island. With JJ and his gun in the first episode protecting his friend, John B. And Rafe in another when he hits pope with the golf club, he was protecting Topper from what he wasn’t there to do the day of the gun incident. (I am in no way saying pope deserved it because he didn’t and that scene makes me cry, I just like seeing everything from both perspectives) like as he mentioned when working out, that he thinks them pointing a gun to toppers head was unreasonable and should have a consequence. To him that was his way of helping a friend.

Just because the Kooks did worse and more bad things, doesn’t mean the Pogues aren’t in themselves just as bad. To them, the gold was theirs, they had been searching for it for years (well Big John - ‘the Pogues’) and so it belonged to them. But then on the other hand, Rafe thought it was his and Wards because he never knew the Pogues were looking for it as he only found out through Wards side of the story. Hence why he thinks the cross should be his later on in season 2 and 3.

Rafe had no connection to the gold (technically) in season 1 as his only role in the show at the time was basically preventing the Pogues from finding it for reasons outside of that like Sarah joining the Pogues, JJ and the gun incident etc.

Season 2 all he’s doing is protecting what Ward had told him was theirs. To Rafe the cross belonged to Ward first and with the whole Peterkin incident, he needed a focus point. Thats why he attached himself to the cross as he saw it as a way to save himself. And a way to get closer to Ward which is obviously shown when Ward says to Sarah (infront of Rafe may I add??) that he’d pick her over Rafe despite everything he’d done for him previous to that. Like shoot peterkin and steal the cross back.

Also when he asks Sarah to stop and just stay with him after they thought that Ward had died. He just needed someone with him. He wanted to basically call a ‘truce’ in some way I guess. If she had stayed with him maybe they would’ve sided together earlier on? Maybe just my delulu brain working.

Season 3 he (controversially, this is very arguable I know this is just my opinion) genuinely wanted to help Kiara. He had no reason to help her, she wanted nothing to do with him through any of the seasons, her friends got him in prison and ‘killed his dad’ according to him, so why would he have any reason to help her other than the simple fact of, he wanted to. He cares more than he lets on we know that from the Sofia scenes. But I also agree with the argument that Kiara had no reason to let him help her too. Like I get why she pushed him off the boat, he ruined all their lives pretty much. But the intention of helping her was there and when she ran off to take a photo of the map, he waited for her, he could’ve run off and left her there again but no he didn’t.

I’m not defending Rafes actions and in NO WAY am I an expert in psychology and all that stuff this is simply completely and utterly an opinion based post and I hope people can relate? Idk enjoy! 😘

I like seeing things from every point of view, it makes watching the show a lot more interesting when you don’t take sides yk! 🩷

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moghedien · 1 year

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Is show Moraine stilled stilled or did Ishamael like tie off a shield on her or something? Cause the way they're talking about it it seems like she's supposed to be stilled, but if she were Lan's bond would have been severed and passed to Alana, no? Pretty confused about that

So they seem to be very intentionally not giving whatever happened to her an exact name. When Rafe and others were asked behind the scenes, they very specifically didn't say exactly what happened. Within the show itself, they haven't actually used the word stilled to describe what happened either. The most they said is that she was cut off.

They way I'm currently interpreting that is that Moiraine and everyone else believe she's stilled, but she isn't actually and Ishamael just tied off a shield on her. A few reasons for that, Lan's bond being a major indication that she isn't stilled as he woulda felt something at the very least if that bond was gone-gone. For another thing, it seems like she still can't lie. That isn't completely confirmed I guess, but they seem to imply that she still can't lie a lot, which wouldn't be the case if she were stilled.

But a few other reasons I have is that I feel like they'd have no reason not to say the word stilled in the show if she was actually stilled. I feel like they're specifically not saying that word now because some viewers would take characters saying that as confirmation from the show that she were stilled, even if its just a character saying what they actually believe. I feel like its an intentional choice to not make things too definite.

They also very clearly reminded us of shielding with the moment with Nynaeve and Liandrin when Nynaeve gets shielded. Liandrin pointed out things like you can feel the source and see weaves, which are things we see Moiraine experiencing. I think you can still feel the source while stilled (don't remember 100%) but the Liandrin moment seemed very clearly like trying to show us this one thing you can do with the one power and the implications of it.

But also in terms of the actual moment it happened in season 1, it looks like Ishamael is tying off something and its sorta being set into Moiraine. It doesn't look like when Logain was gentled, and I can't imagine the process of stilling and gentling is so different that it would look dramatically different. And you also have to remember that Moiraine cannot see weaves from a male channler. She wouldn't have seen exactly what Ishamael did to her, she would have just felt it. So she is largely just working with assumptions on what happened based on what happened to her after the fact. Maybe she suspects it wasn't a stilling, but she might not have any way to be completely sure, since stilled women don't usually stick around to be questioned.

Also this might be completely bullshit because I genuinely don't remember for sure, but I do feel like there was something about tying of a shield on someone that wasn't common knowledge with the Aes Sedai at the beginning of the series? I don't always remember what was common knowledge and what was learned as the series went on and more lost info on the one power was discovered, but I really felt like there was *something* that present day Aes Sedai didn't know could be done that would mean they wouldn't know that a shield could be tied off on someone. Again, that could be completely wrong though, I don't remember for sure

#wheel of time #wot on prime #wot book spoilers #wot show spoilers #moiraine damodred #ishamael

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princessbrunette · 7 months

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controversial opinion : can i just say that i think topper is actually not THATTTTT bad yk 😭 i know he did some shitty stuffs & i dont rlly like him too for numerous reasons but i'd like to think that he actually has a good heart deep down inside yk. i remember when rafe was drowning sarah , she almost DIED but thankgod topper came right on time . sarah probably wouldnt be alive if topper wouldnt have saved her

maybe he just needed a good partner to fix him up a lil bit .... hmmmmm .....

i mean he might be. it’s all opinion based, and my opinion on him isn’t based on him doing ‘crazy’ stuff cos i mean…. i literally write for rafe ! his vibe just really rubs me the wrong way and i don’t like sarah with him. every ‘nice’ thing he does for her in my opinion doesn’t seem genuine in the slightest, always coming to her rescue as means to put on a display and ‘win’ her because he thinks she owes him something.

even the scene in season 1 when she changes her mind and doesn’t wanna sleep with him anymore and he gets super angry and flips out on her is just a red flag. in my opinion that’s not even something rafe would do bc whilst rafe is crazy he’s not a creep the same way topper is. even rafe is weirded tf out when he finds out topper was tracking sarah that’s how u know he’s a fuckin weirdo. anyway that’s just my take teehee

#anon #chatting ૮₍ • ˕ - ₎ა♡₊˚

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cloveroctobers · 2 years

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Thoughts so far while watching episode 4 of S3 OBX

John b being shook over his father’s actions is interesting to see considering how much bs he’s currently into lol

But old man’s kinda a bit obsessive when it comes to these artifacts — yeah yeah it’s ur thing or whatever but you allowed your son to think you were with the water Christ over this shit and you done resurrected and are still at it like?? Get it together four eyed Tarzan

Kie not bothering to mention that she was held up in a room with Rafe will probably come back to bite her in the ass…as usual

We love to see the bonding between Pope & Cleo!!! 🫶🏽

Barry’s hair is…a choice.

Lunatic Rafe’s hair > Barry’s

But love “he’s got my check.”🤭

Side note in regards to Jiara so far—I personally didn’t mind it in the beginning like season 1 but then certain fans had to take it to the extreme to the point it’s apparently reflecting outside of the show which is…idk whack? So it’s not really my top ship or I don’t really care for anyone to be shipped atp lmao I’m just here for the good ‘ol platonic friendship group!

Just me I guess. ☕️

I’m not going to say Jiara is coming out of nowhere because I do agree there were hints of it back in the previous seasons, however it does seem like they’re pushing that fan service—only because—we missed a huge portion of those two privately bonding on that island.

No we didn’t need a whole dragged out episode or more to see that but I would like to see at least a damn flashback. Mind you, I’m only! On episode 4!! Yes they’re acknowledging it now (with it still feeling like jj cares how it’ll make pope feel? Don’t like that. Man is still hurt obviously. Glad Cleo is there to take his mind off the foulness of it all) — good for them yet I still feel like it’s bad timing idk but to each their own.

Still don’t agree with these writers having Kiara go from one to next (from kissing John b, then worrying about how JJ feels about that, to having a night with pope but lacking the proper communication on what the intentions of their romantic relationship was and just down right being cold to my guy, to circling right back to wondering about the what if’s with JJ like??? I get it they’re teenagers and you’re not going to have it all together but it’s one thing after another can we relax?) and it feels hinted that’s what her mother did? From being a kook hinting that she messed around with pogues (possibly JJ’s own father or at least there’s some form of history there between them based off his drunk-tellings idk) + marrying a pogue—kie’s father?

I felt like it was implied that’s the side he came from when her mother spewed her hatred for the pogues at kie who wants nothing but to be declared as such but then they’re so hypocritical!!! trying to forget their own skeletons—if you want to even call it that

So it’s basically history repeating itself and I did a whole mini think-piece on why I’m not feeling jiara romantically. Yes there was a sprinkle of chemistry but in the long-run I don’t think it would work. Ship has sailed and they should have thought about that before they decided to do that bs with Kiara & pope 💯

Give Kiara a gf atp 😜 or maybe not worry about the romance…considering they’re all constantly watching their backs rn?

#obx s3 #obx s3 spoilers #obx 3x4 #john b routledge #kiara carerra #obx Barry #pope heyward #obx cleo #pope x cleo #jj maybank #rafe cameron

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🌊 I know this is probably a long shot but I am still on my Outer Banks bullshit and I’d love to dive into the toxicity of Topper Thornton, especially based in season 1 or maybe even before the show even began. Topper x Sarah would be the obvious choice for that, but I’d also be fine with pairing him off with almost every other canon character (regardless of their gender). I think Topper has been set up to be a complex character with a complicated home life that his issues stem from and I am dying to get to the bottom of that.

Alternatively, if you’re up for an OBX play but Topper isn’t for you, I am also offering to write as John B, Rafe or Sarah!

I usually write in first person, so please keep that in mind before you interact. I am used to roleplaying on Discord using Tupper. If you never used it, don’t worry: I am more than happy to help! I’m 27 and female, and I expect my writing partners to be 21+, too. 18+ is a must, especially since I do like my plays to involve smut. That being said, I only play my characters as dominant tops, which doesn’t mean that I want your characters to be strictly submissive, just that if they aren’t, mine are bound to put them in their place.

Please like if you’re interested and I’ll reach out!

#rp finder #18+ rp #fandom rp #fandom roleplay #ob r[#outer banks rp

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alphinias · 2 years

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So I'm convinced that most of the trailer is from the first half of the season, only because, the season has been described as high stakes and intense, yet if you zoom in, none of the pogues seem to have any kind of bruises or battle wounds. I mean with all the near death experiences in season 1 and 2 I would expect something similar for this season. But yet all their beautiful faces are blood and batter free? I mean JJ crashes his bike...but not a scratch on him?

Didn’t even think about the battle wounds but it’s a good point! I’m sure they picked everything they showed us very purposefully.

I actually have decided I don’t think JJ is on the bike when it crashes. Someone pointed out to me that it looks like it could have been shot off the overpass above the truck, and also when you slow down the clip I can’t see a body anywhere but I can see the tires flying off. But here are the scenes that, based on outfit knowledge, I’m fairly confident are in the second half/after episode five:

Rafe’s checked shirt I also think may be later, but I have not paid as much attention to his bts so I can’t be sure.

#maybe also jb in the yellow shirt I also get some of his mixed up #obx season 3 #ask

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obaex · 1 year

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untouchable - rafe cameron

summary: when a fight breaks out at midsummers, an unexpected ally reminds you who you are and whose you are

word count: 2k

a/n: set during season 1 midsummers. indulging in all my favorite things about soft + protective rafe ♡

It was the perfect summer night.

Stars twinkled overhead and the deck of the Island Club was awash in the warm glow of hundreds of string lights that swayed gently in the breeze coming off the ocean. The slow, sweet melody that the band was playing swirled through the air and mixed with the chatter and laughter that surrounded Midsummers.

Your arms wrapped around Rafe’s neck, cheek pressed to his as his arms embraced you, his hands resting on your lower back where his fingers traced small circles as you swayed back and forth. Your eyes fluttered closed as you relaxed into him. You could smell his expensive cologne, his signature scent that was so overwhelmingly him it clouded your head. At this distance, you could feel the heat coming off of his body, feel him hum happily against you as you ran your fingers through the hair at the base of his neck.

He shifted slightly, lowering his lips against your ear as he whispered, “You look beautiful tonight.” You smiled widely and laughed quietly as a blush rose to your cheeks. “I know I’ve said it about five times already, but I’m going to keep telling you, gorgeous. You’re the most beautiful girl here, and I’m damn lucky to be by your side. Tonight… always.” You pulled back to look at him, wanting to see his azure blue eyes sparkle, which they did, with love, with admiration, and with a hint of mischief as he took you in. He leaned down to kiss you, letting his lips linger just on top of yours, brushing them agonizingly close, but not letting them touch, teasing you as his lips curled into a smile against yours, knowing how much this drove you crazy, how much he drove you crazy before he relented; he was never one to deny you what you wanted. His lips worked against yours like no one was watching, warm and soft. He tasted sweet like champagne and your head was spinning. You had lost count of the number of times he had kissed you, but you never got tired of the way it made you feel, like you were floating. You nipped his lip lightly, playfully, and you could feel his hands grip the back of your dress as he tried to restrain himself. “Mmpf you have no idea what you do to me. I will throw you over my shoulder right now if you keep that up” he said between the kisses that you continued to press against his lips.

“I’ll just have to save it for later” you said slyly as you looked up at him with your doe eyes.

“I can have you in the car, to Tanneyhill, and in my bed in 15 minutes” he said seriously, even as his signature smirk rested on his lips, and you laughed. “11 actually, final estimate.”

“I’m having fun, Rafe, we can be patient.”

“Patience is not a strength of mine” he replied, chuckling. That much you knew well.

The band switched to a more upbeat song and people began shifting around the dance floor.

“Drink?” Rafe asked.

“Yes, please” you replied.

He pressed another warm, sincere kiss to your lips. “Be right back, pretty girl” he said as he shifted towards the bar.

You scanned the party quickly, eyes landing on Rafe’s sister Sarah and you wandered over to keep her company. “Dare I ask where Topper is?” you said jokingly. She looked over at you and laughed, rolling her eyes. You two had a close relationship; in many ways you were like the older sister she never had, she confided in you more than anyone else, so you knew all about John B at this point. It didn’t surprise you that she had distanced herself from her boyfriend tonight, and it didn’t surprise you when John B’s best friend approached her, casually brandishing a note in her direction.

“I’ve got a uh note from Vlad” he said, eyeing her knowingly. She was grinning from ear to ear as she took it from him and began reading. JJ’s eyes shifted from her to you, recognizing you immediately.

“Future Mrs. Cameron? Lovely to see you here tonight” he said.

Your eyes narrowed slightly at the nickname, knowing he didn’t mean it as a compliment, but you nodded kindly at him in response.

“Aww, what, that’s all I get? Boyfriend won’t let you talk to me? I’m surprised he left your side for more than two minutes.”

Sarah’s head shot up at his mocking tone as she smacked him on the arm, “JJ” she said, “leave her alone.”

“What!” he said, throwing his hands up in mock surrender. “If I was dating the hottest girl on the island, I wouldn’t let her out of my sight either!”

You rolled your eyes.

“Seriously, sweetheart, when you get tired of the hair gel and inevitably mediocre sex, call me” he said, lifting his fingers to his ear like a phone.

“What? –” you started to say angrily, when JJ glanced over your shoulder, eyes widening as he began to take a couple of steps back.

You felt a warm hand slide around your waist as Rafe appeared by your side, eyes transfixed on the boy in front of him.

“What the fuck did you just say to her?” he said, his voice calm, his tone even, the control he had in the moment somehow more frightening than the alternative.

“Ya know, I’m on the clock right now, I should get back—” JJ said, pointing over his shoulder, quickly trying to backpedal.

“Nah, you know, I really want to know what you said to my girlfriend. I want to know why you thought you could talk to her, or even look at her for that matter?” Rafe continued, his hand slipping off your waist as he walked towards JJ, his imposing figure looming over him.

“My mistake” JJ said, holding his hands out in front of him “thought this was a free country for a second, but I’ll know better next time.”

Rafe laughed and you could tell there wasn’t an ounce of humor in it.

“Next time? Next time. Right, right… There’s not going to be a next time, Maybank. Stay the fuck away from her” he said, the threat lingering in the air, the dancefloor now quiet as people caught on to their argument.

JJ eyed Rafe carefully before nodding, and just as Rafe was ready to bury his anger for the sake of saving your night, just as he was ready to go back to dancing with you, maybe even convince you to leave early with him, JJ said, “But I mean, can you blame me? In a dress like that? She’s practically begging for it.”

Rafe lunged before anyone could grab him and several people near you screamed. He tackled JJ to the ground and landed three solid right-hooks to his face before security arrived and pulled them apart.

“This isn’t over, Maybank!” he shouted as JJ spit blood on the ground at Rafe’s feet, causing him to jerk in the grip of the security guard all over again.

“Sir,” security said, “please follow me” he said, escorting Rafe firmly off the dance floor as JJ was pulled in the opposite direction.

“What!?” Rafe said, “I’m a member here, he was harassing my girlfriend!”

“Sir, please, just follow me” he insisted.

Rafe’s eyes met yours quickly as he was ushered away, afraid that he had ruined your night. “M’sorry baby, m’so sorry” he said quickly.

You tried to reassure him, shaking your head, “It’s okay, Rafe.”

“I’ll be right back, I promise” he said.

You worked your bottom lip nervously back and forth with your teeth as you watched him go before you became all too aware of the silence that surrounded you. As you brought your attention back to the party, you realized nearly every set of eyes was on you, watching you after what had just occurred. You felt the heat of their critical gaze, as every person formed their own thoughts about Rafe, about you, as they whispered amongst themselves. You tried to hold your head high as your chin began to quiver.

“Don’t give them the satisfaction” said a quiet voice over your shoulder. You turned to see Rose walking up beside you, her eyes glaring at the people around you, daring them to say something, to you or to her. One by one as she met their eyes they turned back to their conversations.

You swallowed your emotions. You had never spent much time with Rose, but now you were overwhelmingly grateful for her company, her support.

She turned her gaze on you as she took a sip of her champagne. “They’ll never understand” she said, “they think they do, but they don’t. They think they know everything” she paused, her eyes narrowing at a group of girls who were whispering nearby. They immediately stopped talking under her gaze and shuffled away. She returned her focus to you.

“They think we’re crazy, you and me. To be in love with men with such a capacity for anger, for violence. But what they fail to see is that these are the same men who won’t hesitate to do what needs to be done, for their families, for you, for me. They love and hate in equal measure. And nothing in this world compares to that kind of love, does it?” she asked, sipping her champagne again as she eyed you conspiratorially. You had never spent any time thinking about the fact that Rose Cameron might be the only person who knew exactly what it felt like to be you sometimes.

“Rafe is so much like his father,” she continued, “that’s why they’re always at each other’s throats, that’s why he’s the hardest on him. That’s also why I know exactly what’s going on in that boy’s mind when he looks at you…” she smiled, pausing. “You’ll find out soon enough that being Mrs. Cameron comes with a lot of attention, and a lot of perks” she added, winking. Your eyes widened in surprise as you glanced at her, did she know something you didn’t?

“If it isn’t blatantly obvious to them, it’s blatantly obvious to me that that boy would burn the world to the ground for you” she said shaking her head as she smiled. “Lucky girl” she whispered, pressing a kiss to your cheek as she walked away.

Her words took a moment to sink in, but then you realized how right she was.

With your head held high you made your way past the remaining onlookers, and inside the clubhouse. You followed the reverberating sounds of raised voices to find Rafe arguing vehemently with two security guards. All three turned to look at you as you approached them.

“M’am” said one of the guards, nodding politely.

“Baby…” Rafe said as he looked at you, apology written all over his face. You smiled warmly at him, taking his hand in your own before turning to the security guards.

“We’re leaving” you said resolutely. One of them looked like he wanted to argue with and you put a hand up to stop him, cutting him off before he could start.

“We’re leaving and you better believe you will be hearing from Ward Cameron about how his son, his family was treated on the night dedicated to recognizing his contributions to this community. About how you let a member of the staff harass me and then deigned to humiliate Rafe when he tried to help. And I’m fine by the way, thank you for asking. Oh wait, you didn’t ask, did you? Stellar performance tonight, gentlemen” you said.

With that, you tucked your arm into Rafe’s and the two of you walked confidently through the front doors.

When you had made it outside, Rafe turned to look at you, glancing briefly back inside then to you again. “Holy shit” he said, “where the hell did that come from?” he was smiling widely at you, practically glowing with admiration, “and why was it so fucking hot?”

You shrugged casually before turning to face him, a proud smirk on your lips as you gripped the lapels of his jacket. “Someone reminded me just how lucky I am to have you, Rafe Cameron” you said, pressing a sincere but passionate kiss to his lips before continuing, “It’s not that I needed the reminder… it’s more that I needed to remind myself who I am, what I am when I’m with you.”

“And that is…?” he asked, pulling your body flush against his, his lips hovering just over yours as his eyes twinkled.

“Untouchable” you whispered, pressing your lips to his and squealing when he scooped you into his arms and walked you to his truck.

taglist: @ietss, @gillybear17, @palmwinemami, @sweetestdesire, @softcoremaybank, @diary-of-jj, @m-indkiller, @one-sweet-gubler

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rafedarling · 15 days

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hi hello

so, here i’ve got like 3 works done maybe you guys can vote which one you want to read first. i’ll drop all of the summary below, read before vote please thank you very much

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01. an accidental follow

based on this request: Drew and reader! After watching Outer Banks season 1, out of curiosty because the reader finds him attractive, she goes on his instagram but accidently presses ''Follow'' but panics and unfollows. She wants to play it cool you know, and not be that ''fangirl'' incase she ever bumped into him. Not that she thinks she would ever have a chance, but you know? She is surprised when he follows her a few hours later since she is just a 'normal person' and not a celebrity or influencer. He sends her a message and kind of jokingly being like ''Was I that boring to follow'' or something and a conversation just takes off

02. heart eyes and jealous smiles

summary: you work with loewe an got to attend the brand's fashion show in paris with your boyfriend actor drew starkey, who’s also an official guest. with the world aware of your relationship, your interactions are under scrutiny, but it's drew's secret jealousy over your celebrity crush, ryan corr, that adds a cute twist to your day at the show. through stolen glances, subtle tension, and some loving gestures, drew's feelings are clear, even though he tries to hide them. base on this post.

03. the potter’s touch

summary: rafe cameron, your boyfriend is a successful businessman, and you, an artisan potter, have been dating for three and a half years. on a rare day off, rafe joins you in your home studio for an evening of pottery, setting aside the hustle and bustle of his corporate world to share a playful, intimate moment with you.

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron imagines #rafe cameron fanfic #rafe cameron imagine #drew starkey imagine #drew starkey imagines #drew starkey #drew starkey x y/n #rafe cameron x y/n #drew starkey x you

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obxone · 1 year

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what is assumptions and a gentleman about? so sorry to bug you about that. i love knowing the synopsis before hahah

It’s okay! They are both y/n and Rafe stories. Both include NSFW parts so if you aren’t 18+ or don’t like those then skip the parts that have them (they’ll have a warning at the top of the page). A Gentleman is based in season 1 of OBX with Topper’s sister as y/n and it doesn’t have a HEA. Assumptions is a pogue reader story and the reader being “tricked” (and I use that term loosely) into a relationship with Rafe.

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hedlunds · 3 years

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Enamoured - Part II | Midsummer Fun

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x OFC

Warning(s): Language, 18+ due to explicit descriptions of unprotected sex, dirty talk. This chapter is loosely based on events that took place in season 1.

Summary: With Haley and Rafe’s relationship clearly established between the two of them, it’s time for their first official event as a couple.

Part One

(GIF Credit to @ptersparkers)

Two Days Before

Haley paced his room, firing off twenty questions as she interrogated him, trying to figure out what he was wearing for the annual Midsummers party at the country club so she could dress accordingly. “Do you even know what color you’re wearing?” He simply shook his head from left to right, “Nope.” She sighed, trying to rid herself of the aggravation his lack of knowledge was causing her by pinching the bridge of her nose. “You infuriate me.” He rolled his eyes, that familiar smirk appearing on his face as he got him from the bed and strolled towards her. Thanks to his long strides, it didn’t take long before he was towering over her. “Yeah but you love me,” he whispered against her neck, the warmth of his breath tickling her skin but before he could attach his lips to her most sensitive spot, she slipped away from him and walked out the door. “Rose, can I bother you for a sec?” He groaned, rubbing the back of his neck as he plopped back on his bed, listening to her prance down the stairs. She emerged minutes later with a bright, shit-eating grin on her face. “Get the intel you wanted, baby?” She simply nodded, playfully flipping him off before climbing on top of him. He tossed his phone in a random direction so his hands could take purchase on her thighs. She leaned forward, placing a chaste kiss to his lips before she tried pushing off of him, his hold only tightening on her. “Where do you think you’re going?” He ran his hands from her thighs to her hips, pulling her even closer. She giggled, struggling against his hold. “I’ve gotta go find a dress, considering I found out the color scheme two days before!” He groaned, rolling his eyes before nodding, although his hold remained on her hips. “Okay. You gotta give me a better kiss than that though.” With that, she connected her lips with his a second time, allowing his tongue to enter her mouth and her body to melt into him. She broke away, knowing that if she didn’t do so now, she never would. “I’ll call you when I’m done,” she whispered, attempting to get to her feet again. Only this time, she was successful. He smiled, his eyes never leaving her body until she fully disappeared through the doorway.

The Day Before

“Come on, baby. Please,” he literally begged, jutting out his bottom lip and giving her the most dramatic puppy dog pout she had ever seen. Not to mention the most adorable. She laughed, running her hands through his hair before kissing all over his face. “One day won’t kill you,” she laughed harder as his expression fell, dropping his head to rest against her bare chest. “I’m dying to see this dress on you,” his lips found her clavicle. “But if I’m being honest, I really just want to take it off of you.” He switched between kissing and sucking her skin, causing her to writhe under him, just like she was doing a few minutes beforehand. “Something tells me we’ll end up fucking in a broom closet tomorrow night,” she smiled as he quickly lifted his head, the idea clearly piqued his interest. “You’re mine. I’ll fuck you on the dance floor, if you’ll let me.”

The Day Of

They both agreed to meet at the location of the party, so Haley could join him in making a grand entrance was the rest of the Camerons. She usually dreaded the attention but knowing that she would be on Rafe’s arm excited her. She wanted everyone to know she was his and he was hers. Especially after Rose showed her the suit that he would be wearing. Haley knew that it would take great self control to keep her hands off of him during tonight’s event but afterwards, he was all hers.

She studied her reflection, happy with the sight before her. The spaghetti strap, floor length dress fit her body perfectly, hugging her form and displaying her best assets. It was made of tulle and the color was a faint baby blue, which she ensured would match his suit perfectly. It was backless and had a plunging neckline, leaving just enough for the imagination. When she walked, there was a thigh-high slit that was covered with the tulle overlay. She purchased the dress because it was the right amount of charming but sexy. “You look gorgeous!” Her mother beamed as she entered the room, taking in her daughter’s appearance. “Rafe Cameron is one lucky guy.” Haley laughed, spinning around in a circle to show off the dress. Her mom hugged her right and she kissed her cheek, grabbing her purse and keys before heading out the door. ��I’ll see you and dad there!”

She pulled up and handed her keys to the valet before heading inside in search of her boyfriend. Thanks to his height, even in a crowd of people, he stood out. But tonight, he saw her before she ever laid eyes on him. He watched her approach the bar, where she ordered her usual. Vodka cranberry with extra limes. While she waited, he snuck up behind her. “Care to find that broom closet?” He asked, lips brushing the shell of her ear as his hands wrapped around her mid section. His voice sent shivers down her spine. Deep and smooth as honey. She turned in his arms to find Rafe Cameron in all his glory - Perfectly tailored suit, hair quaffed but a little messy, beautifully tanned skin and that million dollar smile. She was convinced that she was the luckiest girl in the world. After the bartender handed her drink, he whisked her away so he could finally kiss her after being apart all day. The moment his lips touched hers, he stole the breath from her lungs. He held her delicate face in his hands, savoring the taste of her tongue as she clung to the lapels of his jacket. Before they got too lost in each other, they pulled apart, gasping for air and it was then Rafe finally noticed the neckline of her dress. “You’re going to be the death of me, Hales.” He grinned, sliding his right hand down her arm and to her hand, taking it and guiding her to spin so he could appreciate her from every angle. “Me? Oh no, sir. You should see my boyfriend. He’ll be the one banging me on the dance floor a little later on,” she laughed, causing him to do the same before he raised his brows, hands in the air. “I’m just sayin’. I’m down if you are.” She rolled her eyes as he offered her his arm, which she gladly took. The tall boy lead her to the appropriate area, where the rest of his family waited for their introduction. She greeted Ward and Rose with a polite smile and wave before hugging both Sarah and Wheezie. Every member of their gorgeous family was dressed to the nines. “You ready for this, Davenport?” Rafe asked, offering her his hand, which she gladly took, interlacing their fingers. She nodded her head as they followed behind Ward and Rose, who lead them in front of the crowd, who were applauding their guest of honor.

After completing their obligations honoring Ward’s dad, they finally broke away from his family. “Can I get you another drink?” He motioned to the bar. “Yes, please. I’m gonna go dance!” He nodded with a smile watching as she jogged to join his sisters on the dance floor. The girls danced song-after-song until a familiar blonde cut in between them. Although he was attempting to keep their conversation private, Haley couldn’t help but overhear. “From Vlad,” He slipped Sarah a note and danced away without another word. She watched Sarah look at the paper in the blonde girl’s hands, raising her brow in confusion. “Why is JJ Maybank slipping you notes? And who the hell is Vlad?” She watched as Sarah giggled, opening the note and reading its contents without sharing. She soon was brushing by Haley without a word, leaving the brunette more confused than ever. She turned around to find her boyfriend standing at one of the cocktail tables with Kelce, motioning her over by holding her drink in the air. “You’re a godsend,” she said, grabbing the glass and talking a large gulp, the liquid finally quenching her thirst from dancing. “So this is a thing now,” Kelce stated, motioning between the couple. Rafe played with his ear, nodding his head. “We’ve always been a thing. We just made it official,” she beamed with a smile, staring up at the handsome man that looked so damn good in his perfectly tailored suit. “Do you know why a Pogue would be slipping letters to your sister?” The question made him visibly tense. “The fuck? When?” She motioned to the dance floor over her shoulder. “Just now. JJ handed her a note and she ran off over there.” Kelce scoffed, “Topper said she’s been acting weird lately. What would she be doing with Pogues though?” The girl shrugged her shoulders, taking another sip of her drink. Rafe rolled his eyes, downing his own drink before speaking, “It’s Sarah. God only knows.”

Hours had passed and the party was starting to die down. Haley’s feet ached from dancing and she was ready to get home, and into her boyfriend’s bed. However, he was nowhere to be found. Out of nowhere, the same blonde from earlier appeared and started a commotion, causing everyone to focus their attention on him. “It’s fine! I was just leaving!” She heard him yell, making his way through the crowd, a security member escorting him every step of the way before Kiara stood, claiming that she invited him. Suddenly, she noticed Rafe and the rest of his friends standing from where JJ originally appeared. She rolled her eyes, knowing that he was somehow involved. Great, more of his territorial Kook bullshit, she thought. She didn’t wait around for him. Instead, she downed the rest of her watered down drink and headed for the closet exit. She didn’t even make it down the steps before a large hand grabbed her wrist, stopping her in her tracks. “Where are you going?” She huffed, rolling her eyes. “You were busy starting another fight so I thought I’d go home.” She tried to walk away but his grip on her wrist only tightened. “Baby, it wasn’t like that. I promise,” he whispered, pulling her close and gazing into her hazel eyes. “I’m sorry. I bailed on you over bullshit. Let me make it up to you.” He grabbed her hands, lifting them to his lips as he kissed each one of her knuckles. “Only if you dance with me,” she said in practically a whisper. He smiled softly, nodding his head, taking her hand and guiding her back to the party. “Only for you,” he said, leading her to the middle of the dance floor as the DJ started to play a slow song. With one hand placed on her waist, he held her hand in the other, holding her close and swaying to the music. Their height difference made her feel so small in his arms but so incredibly safe at the same time. She gazed up at him, admiring his beautiful features and burning them into her memory so she would never forget. It didn’t matter how long Rafe Cameron had been in her life, she would never be able to get enough of him. She smiled, displaying her dimples before she nibbled on her bottom lip, taking both of her hands and carefully tugging on his lapels. “How ‘bout we get out of here?” He immediately caught on to her words, licking his lips before taking her hand and practically running in the direction of his truck.

As soon as they approached his vehicle, Rafe roughly pushed her against the quarter panel and attacked her lips. Her hands automatically went to his hair, finally messing up his perfectly quaffed do. “This dress should be fucking illegal,” he mumbled as he dove in between her breasts, kissing the exposed skin. His hands disappeared under her dress, hiking the material up and caressing every inch of her legs, making her back arch so she could press her body even closer to his. “I can’t wait, Rafe.” Her warning caused him to pause. He reached into his pocket for his keys, quickly unlocking the truck with a touch of a button. He opened the back door, gesturing that she enter the vehicle first, making her laugh at his sudden gentleman-like antics. She quickly climbed inside before he did the same, shutting the down behind him. She was on him instantly, kissing his lips and pushing the suit jacket down his arms. “I should’ve fucked you in the bathroom the second I saw you tonight,” he groaned, removing his jacket and throwing it into the front seat without a second thought. She straddled his hips as her slender fingers were quick at work untying his bow tie, while his own disappeared under her dress again. Only this time he found the surprise she kept hidden all night: She had absolutely nothing on under the dress. “Oh, you’re a dirty little slut,” he bit her bottom lip, making her moan as she quickly worked on unbuttoning his dress shirt. “Only for you,” she whispered as he worked on unfastening his belt. They were so unbelievably desperate for one another. He lifted his hips, pushing the fabric down his legs just enough to free his hard on. “That’s right. My dirty, dirty girl,” he spoke, sucking on her neck as he pulled the straps of her dress down, finally exposing her breasts that teased him all night. Once his shirt was open, her hands roamed the planes of his chest before she reached down and guided his cock to her entrance, wasting no time as she sank down on him. His head fell back against the headrest momentarily as he gripped her hips through the fabric of her dress. Her pussy was so wet, warm and so goddamn inviting. So much material surrounded them, which he hated. He wanted her completely bare but they both knew they had to make the best out of their current situation. Her mouth was wide open but no sound came out until she started rolling her hips against his, holding onto his shoulders from leverage.

“You are so beautiful,” he said against her skin, suckling directly beneath her earlobe, which he knew would drive her mad. She moaned, digging her nails into his skin, leaving crescent like shapes behind as he guided her hips against him. “Fuck, Rafe,” she tangled one of her hands in his hair at the nape of his neck, already starting to feel that familiar knot girl in her stomach. He fondled her bouncing breasts, tweaking her nipples, causing more filthy sounds to fill the cab of his truck. When her pussy clenched around him, Rafe knew that she was close and thankfully, he wasn’t far behind. He grabbed her hips, holding her in place as he thrust his hips upward, fucking her with all his might as she started losing her mind. “Baby,” she practically screamed as her pussy throbbed around him. “Let go, Haley,” he encouraged in between hard thrusts. Before he knew it, he came deep inside her pussy as she surrendered to her own orgasm, her body convulsing against him. Once the sensation subsided, she collapsed in his awaiting arms. He held her tight and peppered her face with soft kisses, both gasping for air. “That was-“ She started, only for him to interject, “fucking incredible.” They both chuckled as she nodded her head, connecting their lips and kissing him with all of her remaining energy. His hands found her face, pulling her away so he could look into her eyes, his thumb barely grazing across her bottom lip. “I know that just happened but I want to do some real filthy shit to you when we get home.” She opened her mouth, taking the tip of his thumb into her mouth and sucking, wordlessly giving him consent to do whatever he wished.

Despite it feeling like the longest car ride, Rafe sped back to Tanneyhill, her hand in his the entire time. The feeling of his cum literally dripping out of her was only adding to her arousal, which he could practically smell from the driver seat. His own mind running rampant, he had a long list of things he wanted to do to her and he tried to pick somewhere to start. As soon at he killed the engine, they jumped out the truck and headed to the door. They made it to Rafe’s room in record time. The moment the door was locked, the gloves were off. Their lips were immediately on one another, their kiss full of tongue and teeth as they both fought for dominance. He reached behind, sliding his hand down Haley’s exposed back and to her ass until he felt the zipper he was searching for. He slowly pulled it down before repeating his earlier actions in the car, sliding the straps down her arms but this time, the dress fell to the ground, leaving her in all her glory. His eyes raked in her appearance, which was somehow more beautiful than the last time he saw her naked. He held her hands so she could step out of the dress without losing balance, shoving the fabric with her foot. “Get on the bed and lie down,” he rasped, his hands busy unbuttoning his shirt before he threw it to the ground. She did as she was told, climbing onto his bed, lying in the middle on her back. She kept her knees together, anxiously nibbling on her bottom lip, watching his every move. He removed his belt from the loops and sat it on the bed, pushing his dress pants down and off his legs. “Do you trust me?” She didn’t hesitate, nodding her head with excitement, knowing better than to trust her voice in this moment. He paused his movements, looking up at her with a simple shake of his head. “Words, baby,” he whispered. She swallowed, praying that her voice didn’t break. “Yes, I trust you,” she watched as a sinister smile appeared on his face. Once he stripped down to only his boxers, he slowly climbed up body as he kissed every inch of skin along the way. He found her lips, kissing her slowly and passionately, savoring the taste of her on his tongue while his hands snaked down her arms. The touch of his rough fingertips leaving behind goosebumps, especially when he grabbed her wrists and pinned them together above her head. Unbeknownst to her, he grabbed his belt and quickly looped the leather around her wrists, securing her to the headboard. “You tell me if it gets to be too much or if you’re uncomfortable. ‘Kay, Hales?” He pulled back, looking into her eyes as he lovingly caressed her face, searching for any signs of worry or distress. Instead, he only saw love and lust in her hazel eyes. “Okay,” she whispered, breath already sharp and ragged.

With one final kiss to her lips, Rafe spread her legs so he could get comfortable in between them as he started his descent down her body. He first focused on her neck, sucking the patch of skin directly beneath her ear before licking a single stripe down the length of her neck to her clavicle. “So pretty,” he murmured, dipping down further, leaving open mouth kisses in between her breasts, down her stomach and to her navel. While he slowly traced random shapes with the tip of his tongue directly beneath her bellybutton, he kneaded the inside of her thighs. Haley was a whimpering mess, pulling against the leather belt as her back arched, pushing her hips against him as silently begged him for more. “I’ve got you, baby.” As he spoke, he ran the tip of his middle finger down her slit, making her hiss until he shoved his finger inside of her, inch by inch. “Oh fuck,” she groaned as he added another finger, her eyes falling shut from how good he felt. He was so incredibly turned on, watching as his fingers disappeared inside of her tight pussy and she writhed underneath him. He ached for his fingers to be his cock but he wanted to take his sweet time with her. “Good girl. You take my fingers so well,” he said before attaching his lips to the inside of her thigh, sucking hard enough to leave a mark as he thrusted his fingers deeper as he quickened his pace. She reacted instantly, her legs trembling as she continued to writhe beneath him, her weak sounds filling the air. He lifted his head to look at her. Her lips were swollen from their kisses, her hair was absolutely wrecked and she was tugging against the headboard with all her might. She was absolutely breathtaking, arching her back and rolling her hips against his hand. If she wanted more, he would happily oblige. He smiled as he situated his body into a lie down position, getting comfortable before attaching his lips around her swollen clit. “Rafe, fuck,” she moaned, the pleasure quickly becoming to her too much. She so badly wanted to reach down and touch him but when she yanked against the headboard, the belt only seemed to tighten around her feeble wrists. While moving his fingers in and out of her, he ate her out like she was the last meal on earth. He switched between licking and sucking her bundle of nerves, feeling her pussy clench around his fingers, letting him know that he was doing all the right things. It truly amazed Haley. They had only been together romantically for a few short weeks and in that time, he memorized her body like the back of his hand. Therefore, he knew exactly what to do to cause her to fall apart in a matter of seconds. He curled his fingers inside of her, hitting that one spot that only he could find. “I’m gonna cum,” She whimpered, lifting her hips off the bed. He used his free hand to push her hips back down to the mattress, holding her in place as he sucked her clit harder, despite her legs closing around his head. The knot inside of her snapped, covering every inch of her body in bliss as she practically convulsed against him. Rafe pulled his fingers from her core so he could dive into her pussy even more. She was too blissed out to notice but he used the tip of his tongue, tracing his full name against her slit. She belonged to him in every way. He didn’t stop his movements, licking and sucking as she rode out her orgasm.

He lifted his head, licking every remnant of her from his lips as he looked up to see her smiling from ear to ear. “I wanna touch you, baby,” she murmured, her voice sounded as wrecked as she looked. He smiled, shaking his head, sliding his palms to her hips, “I’m not done with you yet.” When the last word fell from his lips, he roughly flipped her over so she was on her stomach. Her wrists ached due to the sudden change in position but a sudden harsh slap on her ass stole her attention. “Fuck,” she yelped, which did nothing but make him smirk. This was the first time he was rough with her and she was loving every minute of it, and it didn’t go unnoticed by Rafe. Despite the slight pain from the leather squeezing her wrists, which were now crossed awkwardly, she was more turned on than ever. “So many nights, I’d lie awake and think about you in this position right here.” He quickly removed his boxers so he could take his cock and rub the head against her wet center. “You look so goddamn good like this,” he couldn’t help but moan as she pushed herself back, desperate to feel him. With his free hand, he kneaded her ass before landing another hard slap against her cheek. “You want my cock, baby?” She pushed her ass higher in the air, her forehead pressed against the pillow. “Yes,” she gasped, “Please fuck me, Rafe.” Her words were music to his ears. Although he loved teasing her, his body literally ached for her. He roughly shoved himself inside of her until he was balls deep, the feeling instantaneously stealing all the air from her lungs as she desperately clawed at the headboard. “Oh, Haley,” he breathed, his hands finding her hips and gripping so hard that he knew she would find bruises later on. He thrusted his hips forward while guiding her back on his cock, creating a perfect rhythm that had her filling his bedroom with his favorite sounds. She loved this position because the angle allowed him deeper than ever but she hated it at the same time because she couldn’t see him. As he snapped his hips forward, continuing the slow, rough pace she desired, he hit a particular spot that caused her to moan into the pillow. “Shit, f-fuck,” she clenched around him, making him fuck her even harder. His grunts, her moans and the sound of skin hitting skin filled every inch of the room. “Who’s fucking you so good?” He bit his lower lip, his hips never slowing down as he continued to bottom out in her. She didn’t answer soon enough so he slapped her ass, watching as a bright red hand print appeared shortly after. “You are. So good, Rafe,” she said, gripping the restraint around her wrists with all her might. He beamed with pride, leaning forward and kissing her spine. “Damn right. You’re my girl,” he said in between thrusts as his hands roamed her body. He wrapped his strong arms around her, running his fingertips from her toned stomach to her tits, which bounced with every movement.

He couldn’t take it anymore. Rafe carefully flipped her onto her back and crashed his lips to hers, slipping his tongue into her awaiting mouth as his hands were busy undoing the belt that was wrapped around her wrists. As soon as her hands were free, she wrapped her arms around his neck and tangled her hands in his hair, tugging his roots ever so slightly. “My beautiful girl,” he mumbled against her lips, holding her face in his hands as he moved his hips faster. Her hands fell to his shoulders, where she gently scratched, pulling away from his lips. “I want to see you,” she whimpered, looking into his eyes as he smiled brightly. He dropped his hands from her face and sat up on his knees, keeping his upper body straight. She watched as he hooked his arms under her thighs so her legs could rest against his forearms as he used her body, pushing her on and off his cock slowly. Her eyes never left him, studying every inch of his body that always drove her crazy. She reached for his abdomen, feeling his muscles flex with every thrust as she bit her bottom lip, seeing the defined muscles of his arms. “You’re fucking me so good,” she moaned as he quickened his hips, pushing even deeper inside of her, “Don’t stop, baby, gonna cum.” He gripped her thighs tighter, spreading her legs further apart as he increased the speed of his hips, desperately wanting to push her over the edge. “You’re mine,” he repeated in between each thrust, watching her body shift with his movements. “All fucking mine,” he locked his eyes with hers, feeling his own release quickly approaching. Both of her hands fell to his thighs, gripping them tightly as she arched her back, submitting to yet another orgasm courtesy of Rafe motherfucking Cameron. He was right behind her, digging his fingertips into her skin as he shot his cum deep inside of her.

He collapsed on top of her, his sweaty body melting against her own as they tried to catch their breath. “Holy shit, Cameron,” she said, running her fingers through his hair in an attempt to tame his messy locks. He chucked, lifting his head to peck her lips, brushing her own hair away from her face. “I’m going to marry you one day, Hales,” he said, looking into her eyes before running his fingers across her jawline. She rolled her eyes, nuzzling her cheek into his hand. He pushed himself onto his elbows, hovering over her. “No, I’m serious. Big wedding with everyone we know and then I’ll whisk you away to somewhere tropical for our honeymoon,” he littered her face with kisses, making her smile wide, her dimples on display. “You’re stuck with me.” She wrapped her arms around him, pressing her lips to his passionately. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather me,” she said in a whisper before rubbing the tip of his nose with her own. “I love you,” she kissed him again, trailing her hands down his back before wrapping her legs around his waist, playfully rolling her hips. “I love you most, naughty girl.”

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