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“GOLD I” – Rafe Cameron x Reader

series summary: the perfect summer quickly turns into an avalanche of unfortunate events when you and your friends try to blackmail Rafe Cameron.

chapter warnings: underage drinking; substance use; brief mention of masturbation.

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THE air was tense around The Chateau as you were waiting for JJ to get back. He should have gotten back half an hour before, yet he was still nowhere to be found. It wasn’t like he was incapable of buying a few snacks and drinks, but with the growing conflict between the Pogues and Kooks, you were getting worried. JJ was like a loose cannon that didn’t know how to shut up and when to leave a fight.

Yet, your mind quickly wandered off as Sarah’s and Kiara’s bickering hit your ear. Not only you were worried but frustrated too. Since Sarah had become kind of a Pogue, Kiara’s behavior was almost unbearable. You knew they had a history together, but all these petty fights were stressing you out, and it seemed like neither John B. nor Pope cared. Were you the only one with hearing organs or they had a superpower that tuned out their voices?

“Would you girls shut up?” you snickered as you threw your long-sleeved t-shirt at them. It hit Kiara in the face and she stopped talking, her gaze stopping on you.

“No, Y/N, I won’t. She’s not a Pogue,” she scoffed as she crossed her arms and sat back deeper into the couch. Kiara was much more mature than you – even though you were older – yet, she was acting like a child.

“You are not -,” Sarah started, but your frustrated sob cut her off.

“John B., please do something,” you cried out as you cast your eyes onto him.

Yet, he had no time as a relieved scream left your mouth when you had seen the post boy in the distance, “JJ, finally.”

You ran up to him, however, as you got closer to the blond kid your smile froze on your features. His lips were bruised and split, his shirt was decorated by blood and it was torn too.

“Shit. What happened to you?” you asked, but deep down you knew what happened.

“Rafe and Topper jumped me,” he explained, his eyes moving to his motorbike. It used to be your father’s, but as he no longer used it, and you had a bicycle, he gifted it to JJ. “But I’m still in better shape than my bike.”

You only nodded as you saw the trashed motorbike. The tiers were flat, probably sliced with a knife. The paint was scratched, the pristine artwork completely disappeared. It was a wreck from the outside, and you didn’t even know what they did to its inside.

You quietly walked back to your friends and sat down between Kiara and Sarah, hoping they wouldn’t argue over somebody.

“You okay, bro?” John B.’s question was met with a short nod and a small sigh.

“What now?” you asked as your hand hugged your wrist, your fingers playing with the gold bracelet you got from your mother for your fifteenth birthday.

“We get revenge, babe,” JJ noted as he fished out three can of beer from his bag and passed them to the boys.

“No, we won’t,” Kiara protested before standing up, a look of confusion and anger flashing through her features. “Are you crazy, JJ?”

“Probably,” he answered casually as he took a sip from the beer.

“What do you even want to do?” Pope chimed in, the cold can comfortably sitting in his palm, cooling him down.

“Not you too, Pope,” Kie cried out.

“Let’s hear him out, and then we can decide if we will do it or not,” you stated as you softly tugged on the brunette’s t-shirt. She sat back down next to you, but a slight pout seemed to sit out onto her lips.

“Okay, so here’s my plan, but I need Miss Figure Eight to help me,” he mumbled, his eyes falling onto Sarah.

“Hey, leave her out of it,” John B. remarked, his hand pushing JJ’s shoulders slightly, a soft hiss leaving the younger boy’s lungs.

“If she really wants to be Pogue, she can show it by helping us,” Kie’s voice filled the air, her tone venomous.

“I’m in,” Sarah gave in and waited for JJ to continue.

“Alright. So another bonfire is coming up which means Rafe and his little terror squad gonna be there, antagonizing us. While they are partying, one of us sneaks into his room and finds some dirt on him and then we blackmail him,” he explained and a smug smirk appeared on his face. “I’m a mastermind, aren’t I?”

“No, JJ! If anything you are out of your mind,” you retorted angrily. The last thing you needed was another possible lawsuit against you.

Your father was still mad at you for the whole weed fiasco with the neighbor. You were lucky Ward was at the station when you were brought in because if it wouldn’t have been for him, you could have kissed goodbye to college and your freedom too. While you were thankful that he helped you, you couldn’t shake that unexplainable weird feeling. He had been always nice to you, awfully so, but you never understood why. You never did anything for him, and you were sure your father hated his guts. So, it probably wasn’t a favor for an old friend.

“Well, I guess you vote against my plan,” he stated.

“Yeah.”

“What about you, guys?”

“Actually, what would I need to do?” Sarah asked with raised eyebrows.

“As I’m considerate enough,” JJ spoke before you lowly whispered ‘I wouldn’t have guessed he knows that word’ to Kie, earning a slight chuckle from her. “I don’t ask you to steal from your brother. You only have to make sure nobody is home, and we can easily get in.”

“Ward is out of town with Rose and Wheezie for the weekend, so I can leave the key under the doormat,” she announced.

“See, Y/N, easy access. Nobody is gonna be home. It’s basically a walk in the ocean.”

‘It’s not the right idiom,’ Pope muttered which went unnoticed by JJ.

“Right, well, then you can easily sneak in,” you prompted, a hint of annoyance in your voice. “The stage is all yours.”

“I was actually thinking about you,” he confessed, eyes almost as round as on your chewed-up teddy bear.

“Oh, no. Sorry, JJ, but no. I’m already on thin ice. Dad is still mad at me, and shit, if Cameron finds out it was me I’m gonna be thrown into jail. Not juvenile. Jail, JJ. I would be trialed as an adult,” you tried to defend yourself without any success.

“He’s not gonna find out, alright? Sarah’s going to keep an eye on him. Right, Miss Figure Eight?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Why can’t you or Pope do it?”

“I didn’t want to tell you, but I think Rafe likes you.”

“What -?” you tried to ask, however, you were abruptly cut off.

“Hear me out, babe. Whenever you are around, he never picks up a fight. Like he wants to seem like a cool guy, but we all know he’s an asshole.”

“That still doesn’t answer my question.” You desperately wanted to get out of that situation. While JJ was your best friend – and hopefully you were his too – you weren’t going to follow him this time. The two of you did a lot of stupid things together, but it was time to say no. You were an adult now, and a long list of law offenses wasn’t the best look on your CV.

“We’ll get there soon, alright? Anyway, if Rafe sees all of us at the bonfire, he will know it wasn’t the Pogues.”

“But I wouldn’t be at the bonfire?” you said, almost questioning. You still didn’t understand why you had to be the one sneaking into the Cameron mansion. “And Rafe knows I hang out with you guys.”

“That’s the thing, Y/N. He knows you’re a Pogue, but he would never accuse you. In his eyes, you are his perfect little baby angel who can do no wrong,” he claimed, a disgusted look taking over his features.

“I actually think JJ’s right,” John B. agreed.

“Yep,” Kiara and Pope nodded too.

Were you really this blind? Boys were never really interested in you, except that one time when John B. tried to kiss you on your sixteenth birthday. However, that was a short-lived relationship as you declined his efforts of giving you your first kiss.

And Rafe out of all the boys on the island? The dick who jerked off at the thought of making your friends’ life miserable. It wasn’t like he wasn’t attractive from the outside, but his personality sure made him ugly.

“I don’t know, JJ. He’s not someone I want to mess with,” you sighed as you scratched your palm, “and Ward already helped me more than he had to.”

“What do you want?”

“What?”

“What do you want in return?” he repeated his question.

“You don’t give up, do you?”

“Never.��

“Fuck,” you muttered. “Okay, I’ll do it. But you own me big time.”

Your father was right when he said you should have learned how to say no a long time ago. The only reason JJ was always so persistent with you was because he knew that you would say yes to his grand plans, at the end of the day. You couldn’t blame him, it was your fault after all. You just hoped that this time you weren’t going to end up at the station with Peterkin again.

“You are the best,” he claimed before giving you a quick half hug.

You softly smiled at him before standing up, leaving your spot on the couch cold, “I need to go now. Text me the details, alright?”

“Yep. Bye, Y/N,” he waved at you.

“Bye, guys.”

The ride home was refreshing, even if the heat was unbearable. It was nice to have a ride before shit went down. You knew it wasn’t going to end well. It wasn’t just some petty crime against your neighbor who had no power on this island. It was Rafe with Ward Cameron as his father, and though Ward had a seemingly unexplainable soft spot for you that didn’t mean he would sacrifice his son for you.

Once you had arrived home, you stepped inside the warm house. This summer was the first of all. The air was hot and the humidity was suffocating. And the small ventilator you had in the living room was wrecked too, thanks to your clumsy German Shepard.

His welcoming barks hit your ears as he came to greet you.

“Were you good today?” you questioned as you ruffled his fur. “You were, weren’t you, Zeus?”

After spoiling your dog with a few belly rubs and a treat, you made your way to the kitchen and grabbed a cold bottle of flavored beer. While your father hated these fruity drinks, you couldn’t have imagined the summer afternoons without them. You were far from addicted to them, but it was nice to open one up from time to time.

You swiftly walked back to the living room and switched on the TV before plopping down on the sofa, the flavored alcohol slightly splashing out. A soft curse left your lips. The couch was already stained with every kind of drink and soda.

Your favorite show was on the TV when the door opened once again, revealing your tired father. His shirt was decorated by damp patches, his skin slightly glistening due to the sweat forming on his face. He sent a small hey in your direction as he dropped his sports bag next to the shoe rack before stepping to the armchair, and dropping into it.

“Hard day?” you asked.

“Yeah, something like that,” he answered as his eyes shifted to the moving frames on the TV. “What are we watching?”

“Just some reality,” you replied before taking a gulp from the now lukewarm beer.

He only nodded as his mind jumped to the next set of questions.

“Did you drop Alex off at Timmy’s?”

“Yeah, I did. I’ll pick him up tomorrow afternoon,” you said as you stood up and put the beer down with a soft clink.

“Right, thank you, darling.”

“I’ll be upstairs.”

You were almost at the bottom of the stairs when your father called your name out, making you come to halt.

“Yeah?”

“What do you want for dinner?” he questioned, without giving you any time to answer he continued, “I was thinking some spaghetti but we can order Chinese if you’d like to.”

“Uhm, actually…” you started as your hand massaged your own shoulder. You didn’t know how to tell him about the bonfire. While you were no longer grounded, you weren’t sure how would your father react to a party with a bunch of irresponsible teenagers, alcohol, and potential lawsuits.

“… there is a bonfire and you would rather go with your friends than have dinner with your old man,” he continued, making you wonder how he would know about the bonfire without you mentioning it.

You weren’t even planning on going until JJ asked you to go on a suicide mission.

“Now, I feel like an asshole,” you awkwardly chuckled as you cracked your knuckles, waiting for an answer.

A deep laugh left his lungs as he stepped closer to you, his fingers hugging your wrist, “I was just teasing you. Just because you live at home, you’re still an adult, pumpkin. You can do what you want. Just text me if you won’t come home, alright?”

“Right, thank you, dad! You’re the best.” You sounded way too eager for somebody who was going to break into the Cameron household. It was probably the adrenaline mixed with the uncertainty of the night.

“If I remember correctly three weeks ago I was a tyrant who loves controlling people,” he smirked at you, his tired eyes showing a faint light of mischief, the one your mother always talked about. She was sure you were just like your father and your trouble-making tendencies were due to his erratic behavior as a young adult. You never argued on her hypothesis as she was the goody-good-shoes of Figure Eight until she married your father, but that was a different story…

“People change,” you chuckled before the phone in your back pocket started vibrating, signaling that you have an unread message. It was probably JJ. “I should be getting ready.”

“Have fun, pumpkin.”

The warm breeze softly caressed your skin as you biked through Figure Eight, your jealousy spiking up as your eyes drank in the beautiful lawns, pretty flowerbeds, and the million-dollar mansions. While your life wasn’t that bad on The Cut, you knew that it would be so much easier on this side of the island. But life was unfair, and some people weren’t born lucky.

When you reached Tannyhill, you dropped your bike behind some bushes, in case you weren’t as alone as Sarah had told you. Breaking and entering were enough on your consciousness, you didn’t need it on your list of crimes too.

You walked up to the front door, knocked once, then again, and when nobody answered you grabbed the spare key that was hiding under the doormat. You twisted the key and the door swiftly opened with a soft click. Stepping inside the hallway, your eyes met with the richly decorated rooms, the pang of jealousy firing up in your heart once again. Rafe was an asshole, and yet, he hit the fucking jackpot. It wasn’t like you were an angel in the whitest gown, but fuck, your petty crimes were nothing compared to some things he did.

You quickly reached his room thanks to the instructions Sarah had texted you and stepped inside Pandora’s box. The smell of overwhelming perfume hit your nose, making you slightly sick.

What were you supposed to do now? He probably didn’t keep a diary…

As you moved closer to the nightstand, your gaze caught a wad of cash and a few small bags of white powder. Your eyes almost balled out of their sockets as you kept glaring at the packaged substances. Shit, you knew he was no good, but fucking with cocaine? That was wild.

Grabbing the money, you pondered if taking it was a good idea. ‘He probably isn’t going to miss it’ you kept telling yourself as you slid it into your pocket, feeling a weird mixture of happiness and anxiety.

Yet, that joy quickly left your body when you heard his voice getting clearer with every passing footstep, and you prayed to every god up there he just had to come home for some booze… but you never were a lucky girl.

Your movements were haste as you hid under his bed, your skin chaffing against the carpet, leaving it feeling like it was on fire.

“No, no,” he stumbled on his words as he stepped into his room, a heavy sigh escaping from his lips. “I’ll get the money… just give me one more week.”

“Shit,” he screamed, his phone falling onto the bed with a small thud. “Fucking dick.”

You could have only guessed what happened, when your phone softly vibrated, signaling an unread message from Sarah. ‘You need to leave ASAP!!! Cant find Rafe!!’ the text read. ‘Its not possible at this moment’ you wrote back quickly.

‘????’

‘Im under his bed, and god knows what hes doing here right now’ your fingers furiously typed back. You heard his movements as he opened the wardrobe, rummaging through it. You wondered what he was searching for so desperately.

‘Ill call him’

A few seconds later you heard Rafe’s phone going off, however, he was quick to tap the decline button, giving you no chance to escape. Your screen lit up once again with Sarah’s text, ‘sorry’.

‘its fine’ you sent her one last message before putting your phone back into its hiding place.

It had been almost twenty minutes since Rafe had arrived, and there was still no opportunity for you to leave. You were getting frisky. Your limbs were starting to cramp, your head was aching for fresh air and you were hungry too. You cursed yourself for not staying home with your father. You could be in your bed, fed and clean, comfortably scrolling through your phone and liking your college friends’ pictures.

“Wanna continue the party?” his voice filled the room, making you snap out of your thoughts. You were going to get royally screwed. Not only you had to deal with Rafe, but now his friend too. Great, just how you planned. “Twenty minutes? I’ll take a shower, then I’ll pick you up. Yeah, cool.”

A slight grin made its way onto your lips as you finally saw the light at the end of the dark tunnel. Maybe you had some luck after all.

You waited until you heard the water running, and carefully climbed out. You couldn’t help but let your eyes wander to the white powder. Your father would kill you for doing this, however, he wasn’t here and what he didn’t know, couldn’t hurt him. You quickly opened one of the bags and poured a short line onto the nightstand before snorting it up with the help of a rolled-up dollar. You bundled the rest of the small package into your farmer shorts and got ready to leave.

“Oh, fuck, (Y/N).” Your head snapped into the direction of the bathroom. There was no fucking way he knew you were there, and it sounded more like a moan. Was he jerking off at the thought of you? “Ah, shi – shit, babe. I’m gonna cum.”

You were certain he was, and what JJ had told you earlier, you knew it wasn’t just some other girl with the same name as you. While the thought of a boy liking you flattered your egoism, you couldn’t help but curse whoever you could for letting that boy be Rafe.

With a shake of your head, you hastily left the house.

🌤️

On your way home you called JJ, yet only his cheery voicemail greeted you, making you end the phone call with a frustrated sigh. You hoped he was okay. He wasn’t the most responsible person you knew, but when it came to his friends, he never bailed on them.

Your ears perked up as you heard a car getting closer to you, the headlights illuminating the road ahead of you. It was Rafe. You didn’t have to look behind to know it was him as his truck shortly reached you and slowed down.

He wasn’t going to leave you alone, was he?

“If it isn’t a Pogue on Kook territory,” he taunted with a soft smirk. He was enjoying it.

“Leave me alone, Rafe,” you muttered, small drops of sweat beading on your forehead. Your heart was beating in your ears and your stomach was aching. You were a grade-A dumbass. You knew you did stupid things, but snorting cocaine was even dumb coming from you.

“Hey, you okay?” Was that a hint of sympathy in his voice?

“What do you think, Rafe?” you cried out as you kept riding your bike. Your vision was getting blurry as tears formed in your eyes.

You felt like you were dying.

“Do you want me to drop you home?”

You didn’t want to be in the same car as him, however, you weren’t sure you would get home in this state. Your head was spinning and you were close to vomiting the beer you drank in the afternoon.

“Yeah,” you gave in and got off your bike, and waited for him to park in front of you.

He got out of his truck and strolled closer to you. His hands reached for your cheeks, making you slightly wince. He softly lifted your face, his eyes searching for yours. You did everything to avoid his gaze, but still, you were sure he knew your irises were only thin rings around your pupils.

“Get in the car,” he ordered you and grabbed your bike, loading it up.

Every bone in your body was screaming for you to just get back on your bike and ride back home, yet you did as he asked and got yourself comfortable in the passenger seat. He shortly followed your movements and pushed the shift into the drive gear.

The soft breeze felt refreshing against your hot skin, yet your body couldn’t relax as Rafe’s eyes kept wandering over to you.

“Where did you get it?” his voice was filled with anger and anxiety.

“It doesn’t matter,” you mumbled, your gaze falling to your naked wrist. A small ‘shit’ left your lips as you saw your missing bracelet, the last thing that had reminded you of her, and now it was gone.

“What happened?”

You pursued your lips as you lifted your gaze up to his face, a gash on his cheek catching your eyes. “I could ask you the same thing.”

“Had a run-in with a few kids from The Cut.”

“Was it my friends?”

“No.”

You had a feeling he was lying to you, but you only nodded, not wanting to push the subject any further. You were scared of him, and one bad word could have gotten you into the worst situation ever. He had power over your life at that moment, and you weren’t going to mess up.

After that, the ride was quiet, eerily quiet until you reached The Cut when his voice flew through the car.

“Where to?” he questioned.

“You know Mandy’s Liquer Shop?”

“Yeah.”

“Right after that there’s an intersection, you take a right there and you just go until you see a street lamp. That’s my stop,” you explained. While you finally were feeling better and it seemed like your head ache had withered away, the pain in your stomach still reminded you of your foolishness. You understood now why your father was so reluctant to let you live on the campus.

You kept your eyes trained on the passing trees. It wasn’t long before you got home.

“We’re here,” he noted before he got out of the car, and you did the same and followed him to the trunk of his car. He swiftly grabbed your bike before handing it to you.

“Right, uhm... thanks for the ride,” you awkwardly cleared your throat. You felt like an asshole. “Have a good night.”

“You too.”

You gave him a tight-lipped smile and left him at the side of the road before you propped your bike against the porch and stepped inside your home. Your father was in the living room, watching some horror movie. A slight grin sat onto his features as he saw you, his eyes lighting up.

“Already back?” he asked, his voice laced with concern.

“Yeah. I’m just really tired,” you lied as you strolled closer to the stairs, grabbing te railing. “Zeus?”

“In your room, waiting for you,” he answered, his gaze moving back to the film.

“Good night, dad.”

“Good night, pumpkin.”

You slowly reached your room and fell into your bed, only to feel Zeus’ tongue licking the dry sweat off your temple. You felt guilty but you didn’t know why. Rafe was an asshole, a rich, spoiled dick. Yet, he had brought you home without any ulterior motive.

Maybe it wasn’t even guilt that was eating your heart away, but worry and fear. He had a father who would do anything to keep the Cameron name clean, and you didn’t even dare to think about what Rafe was going to do to you once he found out it was you who stole his drug money.

end of chapter 1.

note: you might think you already read this one, and you are right. however, on my other account, there has been a problem with my posts not showing up in the tags... so, i'm hoping that instead of creating a new account, a side-blog will be a better option...

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iriesdreamworld · 1 year

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game over — r.c.

pairing: gamer!rafe cameron x fem!reader

warnings: smut, praising, degrading, cursing, vaginal sex, oral sex (m. receiving), creampie, masturbation, voyeurism

word count: 1.8k

summary: rafe seemed tense while gaming, so you wanted to help him relax. little did you know that his friends could hear everything that was happening.

a/n: this is a repost! based on this thought. not my gif.

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“Fucking hell, man! Topper, your aim is shit” Rafe yelled out as he slammed his fist on the desk aggressively, causing it to shake. His awfully short temper was showing mostly when he was gaming, raging at his poor friends and blaming everyone but himself.

You were thoughtfully watching him from his bed, taking in his demeanour and appearance. He was dressed in a black t-shirt, perfectly hugging the muscles of his shoulders, abdomen and back, along with grey sweatpants— the clearly visible imprint of his cock making your mouth water at the sight. He was big— sometimes barely fitting in your mouth or tight cunt, but god, he felt so good inside of you, every fucking time.

Your eyes then shifted to his hands. The veins of them evidently showed as his fingers pressed the buttons of his controller skilfully and quickly. Just the thought of what they could do to you made your cunt ache.

“Bathroom break, guys” you heard his friends say through Rafe’s headset, their voices muffled by it before he took the headset off and placed it on his desk. He quickly ruffled through his hair while letting out a sigh. His hands were visibly aching from using the controller too vigorously as he massaged them, and his hair was a tangled mess with the strands sticking out in all directions. He seemed tense, but nothing you couldn’t help him with. With a naughty smile on your face, you got to your feet and walked over to him.

“Oh baby, you seem so tense” you remarked as you motioned for him to move backwards. His eyes narrowed as he closely watched every move of yours, unsure of what you were alluding to. You stepped in front of him, knelt down, and lowered your head under his desk.

“Let me help you relax” you said, watching his lips curl into a smile as he gazed at you with dark eyes. You palmed him over his sweatpants, causing him to buck his hips up in desperation. His hand moved to your cheek, stroking it before tightly clutching your hair— signalling for you to hurry. “You’re so fucking beautiful. My pretty girl”

He lifted his hips so you could discard him from his sweatpants and boxers at once. His cock sprung free and slapped against his abs, precum dripping from the tip. You wrapped your hand around his cock, spit on it, and then stroked it slowly. He hissed at the sensation while maintaining eye contact with you. Suddenly faint voices could be heard from his headset, urging everyone to get ready and start the new game.

“Be quiet, alright?” Rafe said with a stern expression as he put the headset back on his head and flipped the microphone to turn it on. “It’s not me you should be worried about” you teased before taking all of him in your mouth at once, gazing up through your eyelashes to see Rafe throwing his head back with his eyes closed and biting his lip to contain his moans. Your tongue swirled over the tip of his cock as your mouth wrapped around it, causing Rafe to suck in a sharp breath. You hollowed your cheeks and began moving up and down, your hand assisting with what couldn’t fit into your mouth.

Rafe made every effort to focus on the game but it was abundantly obvious he was having a hard time— his eyes would occasionally wander to you as he gripped his controller firmly with his brows furrowed. “Rafe, what the fuck are you doing?!” You heard Kelce yell at him after he supposedly made a mistake, causing you to chuckle around his cock. “Shut up!” Rafe growled irritably at him as you continued bopping your head up and down. Your lips were swollen and saliva was running down your chin— a sight Rafe could never get enough of.

His cock twitched inside your mouth, giving you the impression that he was getting close. But before he even finished, he set down his controller and hastily shoved you off of him, which made you look up at him in confusion. “Yeah, yeah, alright, bye” you heard him tell his friends after the game was over and he flipped the microphone back up to turn it off, the headset still on his head. He switched his attention back to you, his hand under your chin to lift your head.

“I want to cum inside of you” he groaned with lust written all over his face. He helped you up before yanking your skirt and underwear off at once, not wanting to waste any time. You stood in front of him while his hand proceeded to your ass, squeezing it roughly. He then positioned you over his lap with your legs resting on the chair on each side of him. From your ass to your thighs, his fingers moved excruciatingly slowly, making you look at him with pleading eyes, feeling so desperate for him to touch you. He seemed to grasp that quite fast, as his fingers moved over your slit and rubbed slow circles on your swollen clit, causing your eyes to flutter shut.

“This wet already? Just from sucking my cock? Naughty girl” he taunted with a smirk on his face. “Shut up and fuck me already, Rafe” you whined, unable to wait any longer. Your cunt was dripping by now and you could tell Rafe was still painfully hard, feeling just as eager as you. His hands travelled back to your ass before he lifted you and guided you onto his cock, feeling your walls stretching out completely by his size. You tightened your grip on the chair's armrests and sank down until he was fully inside of you. You needed a moment to adjust before you started carefully rocking your hips back and forth.

“Fuck, Rafe” you cursed, the sensation of his cock against your walls making your eyes roll back. His head moved closer to you, peppering small kisses in the crook of your neck. You began bouncing on top of him, biting your lip and your head thrown back.

“Don’t hold back, baby. Let me hear you” he softly urged. Your mouth was agape as the moans escaped in an instant, the sounds filling the room. Rafe gazed at you with a sly grin on his face as he pounded up into you, meeting your thrusts.

“Feels so fucking good, Rafe. Oh, fuck, right there” Your arms wrapped around his neck to move closer to him when you suddenly bumped into his microphone. You drew your head back and looked at it with confusion, but the confusion on your face quickly shifted into one of terror, your eyes widening as you gulped.

“Rafe… Don’t fucking tell me it is on” you whispered angrily but he merely shrugged his shoulders and grinned. He then grabbed his headset, pulled it from his head and placed it over yours— your mouth wide open when you heard his friends laugh and talk all over each other. It was absolute chaos. You heard a “What the fuck is happening” and a “Holy shit, don’t tell me that is y/n” as well as a few people mimicking your moans. It felt embarrassing, your cheeks heating up while listening to his friends. He increased the volume of his headset again so he could hear them as well— he assumingly lowered it earlier to ensure you wouldn’t suspect anything. He looked deeply into your eyes as his fingers tightened around your chin.

“Give them a show, sweet girl. Let them hear who you belong to” he said, pressing his tongue against the inside of his cheek and grinning broadly. You hesitated for a moment, feeling ashamed— but you also couldn’t ignore the wetness between your legs, which was now trickling down your thighs. You felt embarrassed admitting it but it was undeniable— this turned you on.

He signalled for you to continue by nodding at you while raising his eyebrows. You slowly moved up and down again while supporting yourself by placing your hands on his shoulders. You felt him so deep inside of you, continuously hitting your g-spot. You couldn’t help but moan loudly, your eyes shut and your nails digging into his skin.

Slowly but gradually, you could feel the atmosphere between his friends shifting. The laughter subsided and it grew quieter— as though they were attentively listening to what was happening. The entire situation almost seemed to be turning them on.

“Bet you enjoy this, huh? All my friends hearing you like this. Such a dirty slut. And all mine, fuck” he cursed as he watched you bounce up and down on his cock. You moaned out his name loudly and the sensation made your head spin— Rafe’s cock balls-deep inside of you, his friends hearing you two have sex. It made you go insane.

“Fuck. Didn’t know you were such a whore, y/n” you heard Topper say, causing you to clench around Rafe. He let out a groan while guiding your movements with his hands on your hips. You found it more difficult to focus. Your vision was blurring as your release drew near— and so was his, as you could feel him twitch inside of you.

“I-I’m so fucking close” you moaned out, feeling a growing sense of pleasure. Rafe’s hand travelled to your core, drawing quick circles on your swollen clit.

“Come for us, princess” Kelce groaned in a low voice, his breathing erratic. At this point, it was obvious they were touching themselves on the other end— listening to your moans as they desperately stroked themselves, visualising you on top of them. And that is the exact reason why Rafe enjoyed this so fucking much. Because it’s his cock you’re sitting on, his name you’re moaning, his girl that no one will ever touch beside him.

“You heard him. Come for us, sweet girl” Rafe ordered, his fingers quickening their pace as he bucked his hips into you, sending you over the edge. You threw your head back and your back arched, clenching tightly around his cock while you came around it. You moaned his name out loudly, your legs shaking as you reached your high. He didn’t come too long after you, spilling himself deep into you as low groans escaped his mouth. You were filled to the brim with his cum while it dripped down your thigh when you both came down your highs, trying to catch your breath as you placed the headset back on the desk.

“You did well, princess” Rafe praised as he stroked your cheek, his chest rapidly rising and falling. There was a moment of stillness, drowning in each other's eyes as he admired you. You gave him a peck on the lips before hearing a *ping* from your phone. You grabbed it from the desk, turned it on and giggled at the notification, realising his friends might’ve enjoyed it more than you did.

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Dunno why but no role modelz bt j Cole is just Rafe

No questions 🙏🙏

absolutelyyyy

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last words of a shooting star | rafe cameron

a series.

and you’d say you love me and look in my eyes

but i know through mine you were

looking in yours

warnings : slow burn, swearing, drinking and drugs, mentions of sex (warnings will be updated as the series is so please keep checking back!)

part one

#rafe #cameron #obx #outer banks #jj maybank #slow burn #series

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Last words of a shooting star | rafe cameron

part one | series masterlist | main masterlist

your hair travelled behind you in the breeze of the open window as you watched the houses of figure 8 pass you by just as they had every summer you came back. your dad pulled into the drive way of the summer home youd had since before you were even born and you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face as it came into your view.

instantly your eyes searched for the large front window on the very top. your bedroom. you had always thought you were so lucky to have that room.

“fucking finally, summers here!” your brother chuckled as his hand patted the car door as it shut behind him and you both made your way inside.

“are you going to the bonfire?” you asked him and he smirked then shrugged.

“i’ll check in with kelce and everyone first. check what they’re doing. you?” he asked and you shrugged.

“probably, kie invited me but i don’t know if i’ll go. im kinda tired.” you admitted and your little sister scoffed.

“it’s summer y/n.” she spoke like you were out of your mind for even considering not going.

“exactly! listen to her!” your brother cheered and your sister laughed at his enthusiasm.

“you’re 13, go do homework.” you joked with her and she rolled her eyes.

“i’m going to see wheezie later im going to do my hair.”

you pushed open the door to your bedroom and sighed. you loved this bedroom, it was nothing like your one back home. this one was baby pink, not been repainted since you were 11 whilst your bedroom back home was cream.

there were pictures covering the walls of your younger summer memories and you smiled looking at the ones of you, kie and sarah. you and jj. finally your b, pope and jj on the boat last summer.

you sighed as your fingers trailed against the photo before throwing your head back with a groan. your dad had had your suitcases brought up to your room already and you made your way over to the pile and begun unpacking before youd gotten ready.

“where are you going?” you ask your brother as you made your way down the stairs seeing him reaching for his keys.

“rafes, we’re all meeting up there.” he lets you know and you grin.

“perfect! you can drop me off, i’m meeting sarah before the bonfire.” he nods and you follow him out his car afyer saying your goodbyes to your parents.

the musics loud and you can feel the excitement radiating off your brother and you cant help but feel nervous. it’s the first year you’d be returning and not talking to the pogues.

you and sarah had always been close with kie and you had your own friendship with the pogues but over the time you’d been home the pogues and kie had slowly stopped replying to your texts after kie and sarah had stopped hanging out. you couldn’t lie and say you weren’t sad because you were. before the summer youd been developing a crush on jj and although nothing came of it you were hoping it maybe could have this summer.

“hey remember, if anyone tries anything i’ll be here. come get me.” your brother reminds you as you pull into tanny hill.

you’d had what people call a glow up over the time you’d been gone. your boobs came in along with your hips and your face had become much softer and prettier. and the attention you’d begun getting had not gone unnoticed by your brother.

“i will. thank you. same for you.” you joked and he rolled his eyes before jumping out of his truck and you followed behind as he welcomed himself in.

“oh my gosh, you guys! you look great!” you heard rose say as she ran over to you both. “y/n oh my god you’re gorgeous!”

“thank you.” you laughed as you hugged her.

your family had known the cameron’s since before you were born. your dad grew up in the obx on the cut right next door to wards family before he met your mother and moved to england. now they summer here and spend the occasional christmas.

“okay rose free her” ward joked as he greeted you both. “i’m glad you’re back”

you guys had a small catching up before he let you know that the two oldest of his children were out back and you both made your way out.

“there they are!” one of the boys yelled and you put your sun glasses on your head and smiled.

“zachariah my man!” topper greeted your brother and you were lifted in the air before being promptly dropped back to your feet

“sorry i thought i was way stronger than i am.” sarah laughed before embracing you into a tight squeeze. “i’ve missed you so much.”

“oh my god i’ve missed you more.” you pulled back and grinned at her.

“you’re fucking gorgeous what is in the water in england and can you bring me some?” she laughed and rolled your eyes at her.

“oh shut up.” you laughed and she pulled you into another hug.

you and sarah spoke daily wether on facetime or over text. she was truly one of your closest ever friends.

“y/n! you just gonna ignore the rest of us?” you heard kelce ask and you laughed before you made your way over to them all.

“hi guys.” you smiled and you immediately noticed rafe standing back, his eyes glued to you. he looked good. he always did.

“you’re so grown up what the hell!” topper was practically gobsmacked as he pulled you into an embrace.

“yeah i mean i remember you last year and you look a lot different.” kelce was next and your brother quickly rolled his eyes at his friends.

“okay boys shows over yes she grew up don’t make me beat your asses.” your brother scoffed and his friends all laughed.

“nothing wrong with having a pretty sister zachy.” rafe smirked over at you as he placed a hand on your brothers shoulder and you couldn’t help the blush.

“yeah rafe you’d know.” you replied back quickly dragging a hand through your hair as you looked up at him and topper quickly interjected.

“woah man that’s my girl.” he said and everyone laughed though rafes eyes lingered on you, his tongue poked the inside of his cheek and you smirked.

“are you guys going to the party?” kelce asked and sarah nodded.

“when have we ever missed one?” she instantly grew excited at the thought. she’d missed you a lot.

“let’s just hope those pogues know how to keep to themselves.” rafe spat as your brother laughed.

“ah how i have missed that rivalry.” he chuckled and you looked down.

“okay let’s get the party started, who wants a drink?”

—

it had been a few hours of catching up and pregaming at the cameron’s before you arrived at the beach.

“remember you can come to me whenever.” your brother reminded you as all of you made your way closer to the fire.

“yeah me too.” kelce winked at you and you laughed before nodding to your brother.

“i know thank you. i’ll see you soon.” you told him and he nodded before turning away with the rest of the guys after topper had pressed a kiss to sarah’s head. your eyes lingered on rafe as he walked away before he suddenly looked back with a smirk and a wink making you look away quickly.

“let’s get a drink.” sarah told you and you nodded, making your way over to the keg before noticing who was sitting by it and before you could even consider backing away sarah was already speaking with john b.

“you want a drink?” he asked her with a smile and she nodded.

“oh two please.” she said, leaning to the side and allowing the twos eyes to land on you. your cheeks heated up under the gaze of jj and john b’s shocked faces.

“hi.” you said quietly, your face showing your nervousness of seeing the two of them. neither had texted you back since you left last year.

“you’re back!” john b asked and you nodded awkwardly.

“just like every summer.” you reply and he nods back.

“you didn’t tell any of us?” jj asks, clearly offended and you scoff.

“why would i have?” you question him and he furrows his brows at that. “you guys have all ignored me since christmas”

“kie said you guys weren’t friends anymore.” he shrugs and you nod.

“yeah because she randomly stopped speaking to me?” you ask and john b coughs awkwardly.

“i mean not randomly..” he murmurs before looking over at sarah and she rolls her eyes.

“okay guys nice to see you. have a nice summer.” you tell them sarcastically before spinning on your heel and walking away.

“wait up!” sarah called behind you before handing you a red solo cup. “fuck them.” she told you and you nodded.

“fuck the pogues.” you muttered before taking a swig of your drink.

“now that’s what i like to hear.” rafe leaned against your ear as he spoke and you laughed. “finally over those fucking pogues.”

“how long have you been waiting to celebrate that?” you ask him, spinning to look up at him and he shrugs.

“how long were you fiends with them?” he asks and you laugh, nudging him.

“how have you been anyway?” he asks and you shrug.

“fine i guess, not been up to much.” you bite your lip as you realise how boring you are when you’re not in the obx “how about you?”

“working.” he tells you and you nod with a sly smirk. “what?” he chuckles as he sees your face

“working meaning hanging out at your dads office and buying motorcycles?” you ask him, biting the cup shyly and it was his turn to nudge you now.

“you’ve changed a lot little y/n.” he stares down at you and you cant help but admire him. you couldn’t even pretend you weren’t attracted to rafe. you always had been, since you were like 7.

“yeah?” you ask back and he nods. “is that bad?”

“we’ll see.” he admitted before wrapping his arm around your neck and pulling you into him. “i hope you’re still keeping that first kiss for me.” he whispers and you roll your eyes.

yes you were 16 and hadnt had your first kiss yet. you were saving it! and rafe and your brother had found your diary when you were 12 when you’d written about wanting it to be rafe and he was never going to let you live it down.

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