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outerbanksworld · 2 days
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drew starkey mug (link below) US+UK
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https://ecllipzestudios.myshopify.com/products/drew-starky-pinterest-mug-11oz (US only)
https://ecllipzestudios.myshopify.com/products/drew-starkey-aesthetic-pinterest-mug-11oz (UK only)
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redhead1180 · 3 days
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I can't... These are toooo adorable! 😍😍😍🥹🥹
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cupidsblonde · 2 days
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bf!jj who when you get your nails done he’s always touching them
bf!jj who when you’re on anything laying down, he’ll make a space in between your legs boyfriend sized and lays his head on your stomach and moves your hands to his head to scratch his head
bf!jj who’s least favorite part but also favorite of you getting your nails done is going with you to get them
bf!jj who if you ask him to pick a design or color his answer instantly is always “my tip color obviously”
bf!jj who when you have your nails done can only fall asleep when your scratching his head or running them up and down his back
bf!jj who thinks its wild how fast youre able to type on your phone with your nails when you get them crazy long
bf!jj who loves when you play with his hair especially when you have nails
bf!jj who somehow always comes up with the money to pay for your nails
bf!jj who learned how to do nails just for you
bf!jj who doesn’t get but loves how you do everything with the nails
bf!jj who asked how you wipe your ass with those “claws”
bf!jj who insists on helping you shotgun beers even if you say you can do it
bf!jj who say you get into a fight at a kegger with the nails and lets say watching you bite them off ahile arguing with the girl made him excited down there
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user637363 · 3 days
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R&J
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—pairing: jj maybank x reader, ex!rafe cameron x reader
—synopsis: you and jj maybank, star crossed lovers. you both knew it wouldn’t work out.
—warnings: DARK!, major character death, gun violence, falling from high elevation, angst, hurt, please read at your own risk.
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“Where are you taking me?” You laughed, the sound echoing in the quiet of the bell tower as JJ guided her up the stairs. They had just escaped Midsummers, the distant sounds of music and chatter fading behind them.
You was a kook, through and through—a fact that had shaped much of her life. Your parents’ business partnership with the Camerons had not only placed her in the inner circle of the wealthy elite but had also woven her life tightly with Rafe Cameron’s for over three years.
From the outside, their relationship seemed like a fairy tale—the kook princess and the kook prince of the island—but beneath the surface laid an ocean conflicts.
Three weeks ago, you made a heart-wrenching decision—to walk away from the person you loved, Rafe. Their relationship had reached a breaking point. You felt yourself slipping further down his list of priorities, you constantly felt like a second choice to his drugs and you just couldn’t handle that.
Rafe Cameron had fallen hard and fast for you, his love for you burning brighter than any flame. From your days as childhood friends to the years of your relationship, Rafe had been completely infatuated with you.
When you ended things, Rafe was lost. He had never imagined a life without you, you two’s bond seemingly unbreakable. The pain of your absence was like a physical ache.
When Rafe first noticed your presence among the Pogues, a surge of fury rippled through him. The mere thought of you associating with them, especially JJ Maybank, sparked a fire of jealousy within him.
Three days after your painful breakup with Rafe, you found herself reluctantly agreeing to meet Sarah’s new boyfriend, John B, and his group of friends. You weren’t wasn’t sure what to expect, your heart still raw from the end of your relationship, but Sarah had been insistent, promising that a day at the beach with the Pogues would be just the distraction youneeded.
As you guys arrived at the beach, your eyes landed on JJ, a member of John B’s group.
From the moment you laid eyes on JJ, you felt a shift deep within you—a stirring of emotions unlike anything you had ever experienced before. It wasn’t just a fleeting attraction, no, it was a deep, soul-stirring connection.
“Can’t you see, Y/n?” JJ chuckled, his warm hand enveloping yours as he tugged you along. “We’re going up the bell tower.”
You giggled, the sound echoing in the stairwell, your white silk strapless dress billowing behind you as you climbed the stairs.
“There.” JJ smiled as he showed her the place they were anticipating for.
It was at the top of the bell tower and it was covered in roses and candles with a picnic sitting on the edge.
“Oh my god…” You started. “It’s beautiful.”
With a smile that lit up your face, you approached JJ and wrapped your arms around him in a warm hug. You could feel the steady beat of his heart against your chest.
As you pulled back slightly, Y/n cupped JJ’s face in her hands, her eyes locked on his. In that moment, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them standing amidst the roses and candles, lost in each other’s gaze.
Unbeknownst to you and JJ, Barry stood at the bottom of the bell tower, his gaze fixed on the stairs, a sinister smile playing on his lips. He had been waiting for this moment, watching from afar as you and JJ ascended the tower, oblivious to his presence.
Earlier that week, JJ found himself in a desperate situation, needing money for his father's bail. The situation had driven him to seek solace in the last place he ever thought he would—Barry's house.
As he stood in Barry's dimly lit living room, the smell of weed heavy in the air, JJ knew that this was not where he wanted to be. But the stress and worry over his father had clouded his judgment, leading him to make a decision he would soon regret.
JJ had refused to burden you with his troubles, knowing that you were already dealing with her own challenges. He had wanted to protect you from the harsh realities of his life, so he had kept his struggles to himself, choosing to face them alone. Resorting to buying weed from Barry’s house.
JJ sat on Barry’s couch as he waited for Barry to return with the weed.
“Wait here for like 10 minutes,” Barry spoke to JJ, his voice tinged with annoyance as he answered a call. “I’ll be back, so don’t try any smart shit, got it?”
JJ nodded, not intending to do anything. Three or so minutes passed and JJ got up just to stretch but as he got up a floorboard creeped then dropped opened.
And in it? Stacks of cash. Had to be at least 20k to 25k.
JJ really didn’t want to do it but he had too, for his dad.
JJ’s heart pounded in his chest as he looked around, ensuring no one was watching. With a quick, nervous glance over his shoulder, he reached down and grabbed the stacks of cash from the hidden compartment, his hands trembling as he collected every single dollar.
He quickly stuffed the money deep into his backpack, his heart racing. With a practiced hand, he carefully replaced the floorboard, ensuring it looked undisturbed, as if nothing had happened.
Barry returned just five minutes later, handing JJ the weed as promised and setting him free. JJ breathed a sigh of relief, grateful to be leaving Barry’s house without incident.
However, little did JJ know, this decision would come back to haunt him in ways he never imagined.
“Fuck this.” Barry whispered to himself and started to march up the bell tower. He knew that JJ took the money and wasn’t letting him off the hook so easily.
At the top of the tower, you gave JJ one last kiss before opening the picnic basket.
“You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen,” JJ spoke. He wasn’t lying, in that moment you looked absolutely breathtaking. Your hair cascaded down in loose curls, framing your face perfectly, and the silk white strapless dress you wore accentuated your beauty, making you look truly majestic in the moonlight.
“Thank you.” You blushed.
JJ smiled at you. Just as he was about to take a bite out of his sandwich you guys heard a yell which made you two jump.
“JJ fucking Maybank!”
JJ recognized the voice and knew he was truly fucked. “Y/n?” he whispered urgently, his eyes wide with fear. “Just cooperate with me right now, okay? Don’t say anything.”
You took a shaky breath, your eyes locked with JJ’s as you nodded in response.
“Barry.” JJ spoke as he saw the man reach the top where there little set-up was.
“Well this is nice, ain’t it?” Barry darkly chuckled. “I checked out that little Kook party they was having. You wasn’t there.”
“Barry, please, not right now.” JJ pleaded.
“I want my damn money!” Barry yelled which startled you, making you gasp.
“Oh look what we have here.” Barry raised his eyebrows in amusement. “Rafe get tired of you?”
“Leave her out of this.” JJ’s jaw ticked in fury. “I’ll give you back the money. Can we have this conversation another day.”
Barry scoffed, reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out a gun.
“No!” You let out a choked sob, desperation lacing your voice. “Tell me how much money he owes you. I’ll give it to you!”
"Y/n, I said stay out of this," JJ demanded, his tone harsh and commanding. He knew that you were only trying to help, but he also knew that involving you further would only make things worse. He needed to handle this situation on his own, no matter the cost.
Barry, his gaze fixed on JJ, kept the gun pointed at him. "Mrs. Country Club ain't going to help you here," he sneered, his voice dripping with disdain.
Barry, ignoring your pleading sobs, kept inching closer to JJ, who in turn kept inching backwards. A standoff between predator and prey.
“Sad it has to end like this, huh?” Barry seethed, his voice dripping with malice.
“JJ!” You screamed, your voice filled with terror as JJ took one last step back, teetering on the edge of the tower.
It all happened so fast. Barry didn’t pull the trigger, but in that moment, he might as well have.
You watched in horror as the love of your life took his final step, teetering on the edge of the bell tower before falling into the abyss below. Time seemed to slow as you stood frozen, unable to comprehend what was unfolding before your eyes.
The world around you blurred as tears filled your eyes, your heart shattering into a million pieces. The sound of his body hitting the ground echoed in your ears.
“J!” You screamed at the top of your lungs.
You turned back, expecting to see Barry, but he was nowhere to be found. That bastard had escaped, leaving behind only his gun.
You quickly bent down, grabbing the gun before running down the steps of the bell tower. The echoes of your screams and sobs were loud.
Each step felt like an eternity as you raced down the stairs, the weight of the gun heavy in your hand. Tears blurred your vision, but you didn’t care.
Once you reached the bottom you you him.
You saw JJ lying motionless on the ground, blood seeping out of the back of his head.
Kneeling down beside him, you reached out a trembling hand, gently brushing his hair back from his face.
You sobbed as you took JJ into your arms, the torn fabric of your white dress clutched tightly in your hand. With trembling hands, you pressed the fabric against the back of his head, trying desperately to stem the flow of blood.
But it was useless.
“Y/n/n…” JJ’s voice was soft, barely more than a whisper, but it was enough to make your heart ache with longing. Another sob escaped your lips as you looked down at him, his smile so gentle and full of love.
“JJ… you’re going to be okay. Just please stay with me.”
JJ’s slowly nodded eyes as his gradually opened and closed.
“Keep your eyes opened, please.” Your voice croaked. “Don’t give up on me… stay.”
“I love you.” He spoke gently.
As his eyes met yours, he offered a small, reassuring smile. With a gentle nod, he conveyed his understanding, his acceptance of what was to come.
“I love you too, JJ. We can tell eachother that everyday if you just stay.”
But deep down, you knew it was too late. JJ was slipping away, his grip on life growing weaker with each passing moment. You wanted nothing more than for him to stay, to hold you in his arms and tell you that everything would be okay.
JJ nodded again. But it wasn’t convincing.
You continued to press the torn fabric into the back of JJ’s head, your hands shaking with grief and desperation. Tears streamed down your face, blurring your vision as you tried to stem the flow of blood.
Then it happened.
He closed his eyes.
“JJ?” You choked out, your voice trembling with fear and sorrow. You shook him gently, hoping against hope for some sign of life. You checked his pulse to feel anything.
Nothing.
“Help! Someone!” You screamed, your sobs taking over. “Help!”
You were screaming, the sound raw. Tears streamed down your face, your body racked with sobs as you collapsed beside JJ’s lifeless body.
The love of your life just died in your arms.
It didn’t matter to you if you had only known each other for 3 weeks. The love you shared with JJ was unlike anything you had ever experienced. In those 3 weeks, you had shared more moments of joy, laughter, and love than some people experience in a lifetime.
You just couldn’t picture a life without him.
As you were sobbing, your eyes fell upon it.
Barry’s gun.
You could almost hear the voices of your friends and family.
You’ve only known him for three weeks.
You spent the last 16 years without him, he’s not important.
But you didn’t care. The pain of losing JJ was too much to bear, and the thought of facing another day without him was unbearable. The love you felt for him consumed you, driving you to make a decision that you knew was final.
With a steady hand, you pressed the gun to the bottom of your chin, your heart heavy with sorrow but you were adamant in your decision.
Memories of JJ Maybank started swarming your mind.
Their first memory to their last. Everything.
You locked the gun.
“I love you, JJ Maybank.”
Then everything went black.
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rafeinterlude · 3 days
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volleyball player! sarah cameron ☆
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ps : i do don’t own any of these images/ none of they are me and i take no credit for them (& if you have any requests for moodboards my requests are open)
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drewsephrry · 3 days
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sarah cameron's instagram profile
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instagram posts & stories
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Liked by kie_carrera, rafe_cameron and others...
sarah_cam find the differences
kie_carrera same picture, no differences
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john_b_routledge cutie in both ❤️
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sageworld · 10 days
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there’s just something about bestfriend!rafe who’s just obsessed with your boobs…
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“stop it, rafey.” you giggle, making it look not purposeful when you bend over, pushing your plush ass into him in a weak attempt to get him away.
“come on, sweetness just one picture.” he begged. you and rafe had gotten pretty fucked up last night at toppers, resulting in you just sleeping at his house in whatever you had left there. “fine, but you can’t show anyone.” you pretend to be annoyed, but rafe can see right through it.
you were always weak when it came to rafe, always giving into his needs. he wanted a beer at the party? you were coming back within minutes. he wanted a blow job? you bet your fat lips were wrapped around his cock the second you got alone. you knew it was wrong, he was your bestfriend and many times you scared off his girlfriends and vice versa. the two of you constantly fucked like bunnies no matter what the conditions were.
“deal.” rafe smiled pulling down your top, exposing both of your large breasts he had grown to love so much. “there’s my girls.” rafe smiled and bent down to kiss both of your hard nipples.
“just one rafey.” you pulled one tit back into the top as rafe sat his phone up, muttering something about boring. “well if i’m so boring you can just never see them again” you tease, attempting to pull your other boob back into your top. “no no no no i’m sorry, i didn’t mean it, one is great.” rafe yanked the top down.
you pose into the camera, one of rafe’s large hands covering your exposed boob, giving it a nice squeeze. “you’re like a little sex doll.” rafe says randomly. “what?” you laugh, after the photos taken, pulling away from him. “i don’t know you’re just like a sex doll, you look like one.” he somewhat chuckles towards the end, pulling your top down to expose your other breast again.
“thanks? i guess.” you embrace rafes new hold on you with a giggle. both hands grabbing handfuls of your ass, as he leans down to suck your nipples.
just know he made that picture his lock screen.
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eternalbuckley · 3 months
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OUTER BANKS PORN LINKS.
characters: rafe, jj, sarah
warnings: 18+ only. minors dni. the following links are twitter links to porn videos, not fics. please keep that in mind. the videos contain fem / afab people.
a/n: since some of you wanted that i make a list of my current favourite porn videos… here are a few with some scenarios involved 🤓 enjoy babes!!
links are under the cut!
disclaimer: please do not repost or try and take ownership of my work or post this anywhere without my consent. do not translate my work and post it anywhere — i give you no permission to do that. i only post my stories here, so if you find my work anywhere else please let me know! reblogs, likes and comments are appreciated and welcomed!
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RAFE CAMERON
› bestfriend!rafe fucking you from behind.
› roommate!rafe fingering you in his bed.
› enemie!rafe choking you while he pounds into you.
› rafe using a knife to scrape off wax from your body. [wax play & knife kink warning]
› riding rafes dick and him breeding you.
› rafe eating you out while you sit on his face.
JJ MAYBANK
› enemie!jj breeding you.
› jj fingering you.
› jj licking your nipples.
› enemie!jj fucking you from behind while you‘re handcuffed.
› giving bestfriend!jj a handjob.
› jj pounding into you while you‘re on top.
SARAH CAMERON
› secretgirlfriend!sarah eating you out after a stressful day.
› fucking sarah with a strap on.
› eating sarah out after a party.
› dom!sarah not letting you cum.
› rubbing bestfriend!sarahs clit.
› using a vibrator on sub!sarah. [a small whip is used a few times for spanking as well]
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rvfecamerons · 5 months
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》 NO INTERFERENCE — rafe cameron x reader
word count — 7.2k (wtf)
warnings — MDNI; dark!rafe (kinda creepy stealing reader’s stuff), mean!rafe, inexperienced!virgin!reader, pogue!reader, NONCON/DUBCON, smut + mentions of choking, slapping, hair-pulling, loss of virginity + mentions of, mentions of rafe losing his virginity at 13 lmao, mentions of dacryphilia, swearing, lmk if i’m missing something!!
summary — rafe has a thing for his sarah’s best friend, but he has a weird way of showing it…
a/n — inspired by this ask!! thank u for the request bby <3 rafe is like 21 in this and reader is 18. just go w it LOL, ignore any plot holes or mistakes pls i couldn’t bring myself to proofread this, i just wanted to hurry and finish so i could put something out since it’s been a minute!! as per usual pls ignore the name and pics i’m not creative enough lmao love yallllll
FEEDBACK & REBLOGS ALWAYS MAKE MY DAY <3
“Are you sure you don’t have my white bikini bottoms?” Your suitcase was now a hot mess at your knees, clothes and items scattered about haphazardly from your search for your favorite swimsuit, an essential on pool days.
“I’m sure,” Sarah’s words had you sighing loudly, throwing the rest of the clothes you had in your hand on top of the mess that was now your belongings, a nonverbal admittance of defeat.
“Who cares? The red one’s cute too!”
“I guess I left it at home maybe, I just can’t believe I grabbed the top but not the bottoms…weird.” You chalked it up as a fluke on your part, though you couldn’t help but think about how it had become so common to lose things during your stays at Sarah’s…
Still, you opted to shut your suitcase and return your attention back to your best friend.
“Ready to go lay out?” Sarah wore a hopeful grin on her face as she posed the question.
“Of course,” you stood to your feet, eyes falling to your frame in the mirror. You examined the red bikini as you paired the extension of your arms above your head with a loud exhale, stretching your limbs out as if you’d just retired from a long, hard day of work.
And sure, the days were long, but never hard at the Cameron residence. Tannyhill was the epitome of opulence. You envied your friend, who so luckily got to call this dreamy place ‘home’. It puzzled you how a girl so privileged could ever have a desire to live anywhere beyond these walls, in anything less than luxury. But Sarah did.
Because Sarah’s world didn’t spin around money or clothes or material things.
Her friends, the pogues, the most genuine connections she possessed in life are the axis that her world turns around.
Just like you’d taught her the pogue way of life, Sarah roped you into the kook way of living, and you never shied away from the privilege and leisure the association afforded you.
Like now, as you prepared to enjoy her private pool in the backyard, the kind of pool you definitely wouldn’t have access to back on the Cut.
The pair of you made your way outside, each claiming a lounge chair that put you directly in the sun’s path.
Of course, no pool day could truly be complete without drinks and music, so after a while you took advantage of the empty house, deciding to blend up some homemade margaritas while Sarah snuck her brother’s giant speaker from his room.
The two of you reconvened by the pool, where you’d spend the next few hours sipping and sunbathing, talking about anything from school to graduation plans to your mutual friends on the other side of the island.
While her father never approved of the company Sarah kept in the pogues, Ward didn’t have the heart to forbid his oldest daughter from being at home like her brother so adamantly suggested.
She was able to keep her kook roots, and still maintain the best of both worlds.
Almost.
Rafe hated his sister, and he’d never been fond of her best friend either.
You were both three years younger than Rafe, and he’d never seen you as any less of a pest and a nuisance than his sister.
But Rafe could easily remember the turning point, the first time he saw you as anything more than just his little sister’s annoying friend.
Specifically, it was after your 16th birthday, when Rafe was 19.
And it was the first time Rafe saw you, I mean really saw you in a bikini in his backyard, your newly filled out body sprawled across a lounge chair by the pool, laughing and gossiping with his sister.
Of course, he’d seen his sister and her friend by the pool plenty of times through the summer seasons, but he’d never spared them any more than a glance in passing.
This particular day, though, he’d sat on the balcony almost the entire afternoon, pretending to be on the phone or working on his laptop just to have a perfect view of your ass and body as you tanned.
Later on, once you’d moseyed your way back into the house, Rafe did too. He went straight to his bathroom, images and lewd thoughts about his sister’s best friend prominent in his mind as he jerked himself off on the toilet seat.
Ever since that day, he’d fantasized about the girl he’d known for years. He wondered how he ever overlooked you. His mind ran rampant with the new, vulgar thoughts.
But Rafe couldn’t help himself. The older he got, the harder it became to fight the sexual urges that plagued his mind.
He was attractive, always had been.
He started having sex in middle school, and even at the ripe age of 13, Rafe quickly gained a reputation for himself amongst the girls he went to school with. Everyone wanted to be with him, every girl wanted to have a story tell about their night spent with Rafe Cameron, though that’s all it ever was.
By the time he started high school, he’d already had an array of bodies under his belt. Girls threw themselves at him, especially when he started playing football and basketball. He was a hot commodity around Kildare, never shying away from his attractiveness or cockiness.
Most girls were nothing more than a one night stand to the oldest Cameron. Simply a hole to fill, a piece of ass to indulge in for the night, nothing more, nothing less.
And he wasn’t too selective when it came to who he was fucking. If you had a pulse and a clean bill of health, you weren’t excluded from his pool of suitors.
The only line he really ever drew was the long, thick line between pogue and kook.
Rafe never went for pogues. He’d never be caught dead sticking his dick into the trash of the island. That kind could only wish for a chance with someone like Rafe.
His hatred for the inhabitants on the other side of the island was only intensified by his sister’s desire to be like them, to ditch her own lavish upbringing to live like them.
And he’d always hated his sister’s friend just alike, he gave you the same cruel treatment he gave Sarah.
That fact remained even after you started to peak his interest as a teenager.
Rafe made a habit of masking his infatuation with cruelness towards you.
Your sister’s brother was overly rude to you, constantly ridiculing everything from your clothes and hair to makeup, any dig he could manage.
And it was so hard to be around you. Rafe could hardly cage the animal threatening to pounce anytime you walked past. The smell of your perfume was intoxicating, the sound of your voice was like music to his ears.
He wanted you. He knew you were a virgin, at least at one point in the last year or so. He prayed that you still were. He’d spent countless nights with his head tilted, ear pressed to the vent on his floor, drinking in every bit of gossip he could pull from your conversations with his sister. He had to stop himself from being physically sick when he listened for too long, learning too many details of his sister’s busy love life with Topper, which then eventually turned to John B.
But you never had much to contribute to the conversations when they took that kind of turn, only posing questions to your more experienced best friend as you munched away at some snack or scrolled through social media downstairs.
‘What was your first time like?’
‘Does it hurt?’
‘Do you use both hands or just one?”
God, he wanted to be the one to answer your questions, physically.
The innocence and genuine curiosity behind your voice was enough to make Rafe want to storm down the stairs, snatch you up from Sarah’s room and drag you back to his instead, where he could show you the answers you were so interested in.
Rafe wanted to corrupt you. He wanted to strip you of your virginity, show you what you’d been so naively missing out on, touch you in ways you could only dream of, or fantasize about through Sarah’s stories.
But instead, he had to settle for what little contact he could manage, that could also be downplayed as a friendly mistake, or a simple misjudgment.
Like ‘accidental’ brushes against your body or swiping a pair of panties from your suitcase in his sister’s room when you were out by the pool.
God, he fucking loved that pool. It gave you a reason to lounge around the mansion in nothing more than a skimpy bikini for hours on end, and it gave him the opportunity to rummage through your things for a keep sake or two while you were outside.
Like today, when Rafe stopped by the house to grab something, and the sound of music had him padding past the staircase to check on the backyard first. One glance through the open french doors told Rafe you were out there, meaning Sarah had to be with you, and her room had to be empty.
So, the boy made a quick detour on the way to his bedroom.
He crept into Sarah’s room, moving stealthily as if you girls would even be able to hear him walking around in the house over the music and distance.
You always kept your suitcase in the same spot in his sisters closet, Rafe knew that, so that’s what he beelined for when he entered.
Rafe didn’t bother fully unzipping the suitcase, he only shoved a hand through the gap between the zippers at the top, fishing for something, anything. He didn’t really care what he came up with, he just knew he was growing tired of the last piece of memorabilia he’d looted from you, and was in need of a new physical fixation.
It took him a good minute to realize what the ring of fabric was in his hand. A hair tie? No, a scrunchie, he recalled your sweet voice and the way you referred to the accessory. He’d seen you wrap this around your hair many times anytime it started sticking to the sweat at the back of your neck by the pool. He thought about it, and Rafe could recall plenty of times when he’d wished it was his hand gathering all of your hair together instead of that damn scrunchie.
It’d be nice to add to his collection, he thought. His mind pried further, maybe then you’d need a substitute for a ponytail holder, and he could fill in.
Rafe decided the memento would do for now. He shoved the material deep in his pocket before returning your suitcase to Sarah’s closet and leaving the room without a trace.
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Downstairs, the pool vibes were nothing short of stellar, only faltering when your favorite song eventually cut off in favor of a sudden silence. 
Only the sound of water splashing against the pool walls and the distant screams of kids at play in the neighborhood filled the air before you heard Sarah sit up.
“Shit…” She cursed under her breath.
You lowered your sunglasses, eyes peeking over the shades to find your best friend fumbling with the buttons on the speaker.
“I think it died…” Sarah determined, sighing as if this was her most prominent problem right now.
If a dead speaker and the need for a charger was the biggest inconvenience to Sarah’s life, you were envious.
Speaking of inconveniences, the location of said charger she was begging you to fetch was the biggest one to your life right now.
“Please!” She whined, kicking her feet at the end of the chair, earning a playful eye roll from you. “He’s not even home, just run in there and grab it. It’s probably in the wall or something.”
“Sarah, I don’t wanna-“
“Y/N, how are we gonna vibe without the tunes?” She urged, clasping her hands together in front of her, bottom lip jutting out playfully.
“Whatever,” you laughed as you pushed yourself off the chair and to your feet.
You moved fast as the cement burned the soles of your feet, though you still had your reservations as you made your way back through the double doors into the house.
When you got to Rafe’s room, the familiar scent of his cologne overwhelmed your senses before you even pushed the cracked door open.
You’d only ever really seen the boy’s room through the gap in the door when you passed by, and your curiosity had you venturing far beyond the charger sticking out of the outlet by the door.
Rafe’s room was neat, much tidier than you’d expect from a 21-year-old college dropout. His bed was made, desk area organized with what shoes you assumed somehow didn’t fit in his massive closet stacked up right off to the side.
Your eyes landed on the biggest box right on top, the only one in the stack appearing to be stuffed with something other than shoes as the lid almost didn’t seem to close all the way. You ignored the various things sticking through on the sides, even a familiar white material blurring them out as your eyes honed in on the cheetah print pattern sitting on top of the box.
Your scrunchie.
Your face scrunched up just like the hair tie, morphing into a look of pure confusion as you reclaimed the item.
You almost wanted to pry a little further as you slid the ring of fabric around your wrist, maybe reach for the shoe box or even look in his closet.
But your mind was now littered with thoughts of how your hair tie could’ve ended up in Sarah’s brother’s room.
In Rafe’s room.
How did your item make it into a room you’d never set foot in until now?
Feelings of uneasiness began to bubble up, but your mind forced you to write it off. There had to be a logical explanation for how the hair tie traveled from your suitcase to Rafe’s bedside table.
Maybe Sarah did take it and just forgot, then left it in Rafe’s room when she came to grab the speaker?
In truth, you knew you would’ve seen it around her wrist when you first went outside, but that’s what was easiest for your mind to go with for now, so you made your way to the wall outlet, grabbed the charger and headed back downstairs.
Tannyhill was still quiet inside the house as you and Sarah remained outside long after the sun had retreated for the evening.
The blonde girl had switched the neon pool light on when the sun started to fade, and the two of you moved to the porch, starting a small bonfire in the fire pit so you could soak in the Friday night vibes the right way.
And the ambience was nice, so nice, you both ended up dozing off on the daybed on the deck, the balcony above acting as a canopy over you.
When you finally blinked awake sometime later, the sun had long gone though the fire was still crackling at your feet, and one look at Sarah told you she was beyond knocked out still.
One quick gust of wind reminded you that you’d dozed off in your bikinis, which was fine for the weather, but the sweltering Kildare heat tended to simmer down to a cooler breeze at night, and now you were in need of a jacket.
The pool light allowed you to notice the goosebumps on your friend’s skin too, prompting you to go fetch a blanket or a pair of sweatshirts from inside.
The house was still dark as you entered, quiet as you meandered through open space, making your way towards the living room.
Your feet had only just traded the hardwood for carpet when the sound of something in the kitchen behind you had you gasping and spinning on your heels.
The empty house was not empty.
There by the island, illuminated by the moonlight that poured in through the cracks in the blinds was none other than Rafe.
He seemed to be placing the Brita back on the shelf, and the sound of the plastic hitting the surface had caught your attention.
You mentally cursed yourself for even acknowledging the noise. You weren’t sure what time it was, but you figured the absence of the sun meant it was primetime for Rafe to be either high or drunk, and you knew you didn’t have any desire to deal with your sister’s brother right now. 
You started to turn away, but your eyes fell to the soft fabric wrapped around your wrist, and you were suddenly interested in a conversation with the kook.
“What are you doing here?” Rafe spun around, eyes wide as they fell on you.
Until they weren’t. His gaze softened, and he turned his body away from the fridge, opting to close the door in favor of a new thirst to quench.
He fixed a puzzled look your direction, looking around as if to ensure he was where he thought he was before declaring, “This is my house. The fuck are you still doing here?”
The chip on his shoulder was ever present.
His attitude earned an eye roll from you, and if you hadn’t been so curious about your traveling scrunchie, you might’ve just left on that note.
Instead, you straightened your posture, standing up straight as you posed the question: “Have you been stealing my stuff?”
Rafe sized you up, eyes raking up and down your exposed figure. The way his tongue darted out to wet his lips had you shifting nervously.
“What makes you say that?”
“I found this,” you held up your wrist, twisting it around to show off the scrunchie, “In your room.”
This wasn’t news to Rafe. He knew you found it, the missing relic was the first thing he noticed when he got back home.
“My room?” He repeated. “In my room, you-you were in my room?”
You swallowed hard as the realization rang through your head. What were you doing in his room?
It didn’t matter, you thought. How did he get something from your bag?
“It doesn’t matter,” you tried, turning your nose up his direction, “How did this end up in your room?”
Rafe’s shoulders rose and fell naturally, as if he wasn’t spewing lie after lie already.
“Couldn’t tell you.”
“Well, I don’t believe you.” You spat, arms folding across your chest.
You hoped the move would help accentuate your anger, and it might have, if you were wearing literally anything else.
The lowcut bikini top only accentuated your tits that were now perfectly pushed together by your arms.
The sight had Rafe tightening in his pants. Maybe if you had some more experience under your belt, you would’ve picked up on the bulge that was quickly working to make itself known.
It was harder for the boy to keep focused now, but he still tried his best.
“Y’know, I don’t appreciate you accusing me of being a liar in my own home…” 
Rafe had to admit, he was surprised at your challenge. You’d never been one to retaliate when he subjected you to his bullying, so your boldness now caught him off guard.
And it also made him want to fuck the attitude right out of you.
But he knew he had to take things slow at first.
You shrunk in on yourself as Rafe advanced carefully, meticulously towards you. Your best friend’s brother had always come off as unapproachable, intimidating, but now, as he towered over you, so close to you, he embodied the adjectives even more.
You’d felt big enough to challenge him at first, but the closer he got, the smaller you appeared, and the weaker you felt.
“Look around sweetheart,” Rafe motioned around the mansion walls with his hands before continuing, “this is my house. That pool you dance around all day? That’s mine too, okay?” He placed two large hands on either one of your shoulders, and you flinched at the sudden contact.
“You’re the fucking pogue here,” he reminded you. “My shit’s been missing too. Maybe you’re stealing from me. Hmm?”
You stared up at him with wide eyes, attempting to shake yourself from his grip, but Rafe’s hold was firm.
“You’re crazy-!” you started, but Rafe immediately cut you off.
“Am I? Is it so crazy to think that a broke, trashy pogue isn’t just using my sister for her kook status?” Rafe spoke as if he cared about his sister, or if anyone used her for the amenities she had access to, or anything at all for that matter.
The mention of his sister sparked a new idea, a new tactic in his mind.
“Maybe she’s the one putting you up to this, yeah? Yeah? Does, does she wanna get me in trouble or-or something?” Rafe didn’t put it past his sister to stage an ass beating from Ward at his expense, and he had you questioning if you’d put it past her now, too.
The way his words began to slur despite the absence of alcohol on his breath started to worry you.
This was the longest interaction you’d shared with the oldest Cameron. It had only been all of a couple minutes so far, but you still felt nervous as he started to stutter and slip up his words.
Even though he was lying, Rafe could easily make himself believe the words he was saying, too. He hoped they were as believable for you.
“Sarah didn’t put me up to anything. We went in your room for your speaker, and that’s when I found my hairtie. So you stole it, or what?”
“Call me a liar one more time,” Rafe warned. Even in the dimly lit kitchen, you didn’t miss the way his blue eyes seemed to fade into a much darker hue now. There was hardly any space between the two of you now as he moved in even closer.
“Go on,” he urged, “Say it. Call me a liar again. In my home, see what happens.”
You drew your hands up, pressing them meakly against his chest, hoping he would allow you some space.
“Rafe, you need to back up-“
All he did was shove your arms back down, his strong gaze burning down into you as he did the opposite of what you asked.
Your jaw was suddenly seized between his rough fingers in a tight grip, pulling your face up closer to his as he seethed, “No, you need to learn your place around here. I know you spend all of your time here, but this is not your house. And I’m not quite past the fact that you went in my room without permission.”
You swatted at Rafe’s arms as he slowly walked you backwards. His hand on your jaw only offered you one way to look, directly up at him, blue eyes seeing through you…until they dropped, and his sight lingered on other parts of your body.
His newfound interest in your half-naked figure made you uncomfortable enough to drop the tough girl act you’d first planned to maintain.
“I-I’m sorry, Rafe, I won’t go in there again.” You hoped your apology would get you out of his hold, out of the kitchen, quickly.
“Nah that’s…that’s okay,” Rafe tilted his head menacingly to the side, giving your jaw another light squeeze. “You can make up for it right now.”
You didn’t even see Rafe raise a hand to your chest, you just knew your best friend’s older brother was suddenly fondling your tits through your top, roughly squeezing the rounds of flesh between his palms.
You drew in a sharp breath, hands meeting his chest again as you attempted to push the man away.
The unwanted advance made you feel dirty, unladylike, as you’d never had a guy touch you in that way before.
He was pulling at the top, trying anything to expose your chest as you tried everything to keep him from succeeding.
“Rafe! Rafe stop or I’ll…I’ll scream,” You warned, “I’ll scream for Sarah right now.”
You were released from Rafe’s grip entirely, though your feet were still planted to the floor as you stood in shock at what had just happened.
Your best friend was asleep just a few feet away, and her older brother had just touched you inappropriately, against your will.
The person who had been nothing but a thorn in your side, constantly ridiculing you and making fun of you for anything he could think of for years, had suddenly crossed a line you never even knew you needed to draw with him.
Rafe fixed a taunting look on his face as he nodded his head slowly.
“Oh yeah? Is-is that what you think you’re gonna do?” His smile was laced with amusement at your threat.
The way he stalked dangerously close to you had your breath hitching in your throat.
Fight or flight kicked in, and you turned on your heels to take off towards the backyard.
You’d only just parted your lips to scream for Sarah when your cries were muffled beneath a large hand encompassing your mouth in a painful grip.
Large arms grabbed at you from behind, wrapping around your torso and neck and holding you tightly to Rafe’s chest.
“Now, I didn’t want it to be like this…” his words had you trembling in his hold. “I wanted your first time to be special, all about you, but, you know…” Rafe laughed like he’d heard something funny.
Like anything could possibly be amusing about this situation.
“I’ve never responded well to threats.”
With that, Rafe pushed you face down onto the kitchen island, forcing you to turn your head to the side so your cheek was flush with the cold marble instead of your chin.
The change in temperature on your bare stomach and arms had your skin breaking out in a series of goosebumps.
You gasped out for air, breathing suddenly much more difficult to manage as your body was wedged tightly between Rafe’s hard chest and the counter.
Panic was setting in, the sheer weight of the tense situation had you flailing and fighting beneath him.
When you fantasized about what your first time would be like, you’d always pictured it happening in a comfortable setting. You’d be on a bed, with some nice music playing in the background while someone you loved prepared your body for one of the biggest milestones one could reach in their young life.
A total contrast to the way you were pressed down on a kitchen counter, tears spilling from your eyes as your best friend’s brother forced himself on you, into you, stole the innocence you’d managed to protect all these years.
“Stop, fucking, moving…” Rafe spat through gritted teeth, words choppy as he struggled to contain the frantic girl underneath him. Stripping you of what little clothing you had on proved to be a tough feat as you continued to thrash about against the counter.
Part of him felt…bad, almost. Part of him wouldn’t have minded taking you upstairs instead, laying you down on his bed, and robbing you of your innocence in a less insensitive way.
But your attitude, the way you accused him of lying and stealing from you pissed him off.
And Rafe treated anyone who pissed him off just the same, it didn’t matter who you were. 
Or if your accusation was totally true or not.
The strapless bikini top was too easy. Rafe was able to yank it down first, exposing your tits to the cold surface he had you bent over.
Your bottoms were harder to manage, but he eventually managed to subdue you enough to pull the thin fabric to the side.
He didn’t even stop to admire what was his first official look at your clit, instead he wasted no time dragging two fingers across his tongue, coating the digits in his own saliva, which he then used to slide along your folds, lubricating the area he planned to explore.
Rafe had to remind himself you were still a virgin when he lined up both fingers with your entrance. He opted to slide just one in first, stopping at the first knuckle just underneath his nail. His lips parted, jaw falling slack as your body jolted violently at the unfamiliar intrusion.
You weren’t mentally prepared, let alone physically prepared to have sex for the first time tonight.
He could feel your muscles tense across the board, prompting him to lean further into your body, pinning you impossibly closer to the counter as he slowly dragged one finger in and out of your tight pussy.
“Relax,” he coaxed as he allowed his finger to slide fully past your walls, burying the single digit as far in as it would go.
You whimpered beneath him, your whines vibrating against his chest and encouraging him to try a second finger quicker than he’d planned. 
“So fuckin’ tight… God, you really are a virgin.” 
You didn’t even have the time or mental capacity to worry about how Rafe knew you were a virgin.
He was instantly curling his digits upwards in a skillful manner, massaging a part of you that you’d never explored before.
The feeling of something, anything penetrating your walls was so new to you. You hadn’t stopped squirming or allowed your muscles to untense once. You couldn’t.
“You need to relax… you wanna enjoy your first time, right baby?” His words were anything but relaxing, even as a large hand circled over your lower back in a way you assumed was meant to be soothing. You squeezed your eyes shut, words failing you in the moment.
You did want to enjoy your first time.
But it wasn’t supposed to be anything like this.
Your body was overwhelmed with pain, you were feeling so many emotions, so many new sensations you’d never been subjected to before.
It was almost impossible to believe that you were about to have sex for the first time, let alone against your will. You struggled to come to terms with the violation, even as the sound of Rafe’s pants dropping to the floor all but confirmed your fate.
“I know I will…”
A strong foot kicked between your own and forced you to widen your stance, and tears brimmed at your eyes as you unwillingly spread your legs further for the man behind you.
Rafe could feel your body trembling against his, prompting him to shush you softly in your ear, “Shh, it’s okay Y/N/N, I’ll talk you through it, baby…”
You didn’t have time to react, no time to adjust before a you felt a pressure like nothing you’d ever felt between your legs before.
The burning sensation was all you could focus on as Rafe forced his thick cock through your tight, virgin walls.
He took his time at first, the rolling of his hips calculated as he eased into you. 
He’d only managed to push the tip in when your cried out again.
“C’mon princess, I’m goin’ slow…you gotta open up for me, baby.” His own breathing was labored as he pushed through the tight barrier.
The way he struggled to sheath his length inside of you was proof enough that you’d never been with anyone else before. And after tonight, Rafe would make sure you’d never be with anyone else, either.
You gripped the side of the kitchen island with force as Rafe fully bottomed out inside of you, his hips smacking against yours and forcing a high-pitched mewl from the back of your throat.
“Fuck…” Rafe’s voice was low and laced with a dark lust. Blue eyes darted around wildly, raking in the sight of your beautiful body on display for him. You were perfect, everything about this was perfect.
Rafe only wished he could be looking at your face, drinking in all your facial expressions while being fucked for the very first time instead. He desperately wanted to see the way your eyes watered, how much you cried over his cock.
Next time, he was sure he would.
But the opportunity had presented itself on a whim, and he had to make the most of the cards he’d been dealt.
Next time, he’d get to brush your hair back and revel in the beautiful faces he could pull from you, but for now, he’d settle for the sounds he was able to pull from your throat as his sight dropped down to where your bodies connected.
This is just the first time… he reminded himself.
It was so surreal to have you pinned beneath him, the same swimsuit he’d watched you tan in from afar for ages, now disregarded to the side as his dick slotted in and out of you, ass bouncing back against his cock as he rutted into you.
Words couldn’t suffice the way Rafe felt as he drove his cock into your soaked core, knowing he was the first and only one to do so.
Just the feel of your walls wrapped around his fingers had the boy eager to cum in his pants.
But that was absolutely nothing compared to the way your puffy lips so eagerly drank him in, swallowing his cock, squeezing the life out of it. He was sure he’d never had this much trouble keeping his seed at bay before.
But he strained himself, forcing his release to wait, slowing down or pulling his dick all the way out before plunging back into you, anything the boy could try to maintain his stamina that was threatening to falter.
Eventually, your muscles did relax, as much as the salacious situation would allow. You’d all but completely collapsed against the counter, fingernails long given up clawing at the edge of the heavy marble as you were rendered a limp, sweaty mess beneath the older boy.
A small surge of desire was somehow conjured against your wishes, and the stimulation broke up the total and utter fear you’d started with.
It was only when Rafe was sure you lacked the energy to put up a fight that he finally pulled back, keeping one hand on your lower back and moving the other to your hip for support as he continued rutting into the mess he was making of your core.
The extra space allowed you to sit up just slightly, relieving your ribs you were sure would bruise, and letting air rush back into your lungs. Your body had betrayed you, back naturally arching off of the counter, hips bucking up against the aggressor.
And he was oh so observant to your signs of arousal.
“Mhmm,” he rasped, eyes trained on the girl he had completely exposed on the counter beneath him. “That feel good baby? Hmm?” You couldn’t bring yourself to form any words if you tried.
Again, Rafe had to remind himself that it was your first time.
Even the cruel pace he put forward would only be considered lightwork compared to what he actually wanted to do with you. What he planned to do with you in the future. Things you would likely need time to work up to…
But this was your first time.
The less you fought against him, the more he felt driven to offer an unusual gentleness that girls didn’t usually see with Rafe Cameron.
And even though sex was anything but new to Rafe, something about this encounter with you made it feel new to him.
He never kissed girls when he fucked them, but now Rafe felt compelled to magnetize his mouth to your skin as he hovered over you. The harsh snap of his hips never relented as Rafe’s lips met your shoulder, teeth grazing the skin and pulling a gasp from you. He rested his weight on one arm as he moved your hair out of the way with his other hand, clearing the canvas of your backside for his lips. Rafe kissed you everywhere, your back, your shoulders, all over your neck, tongue lapping and suckling the soft skin.
Rafe was usually too busy pulling hair, choking or even slapping whichever girl he was with that night to offer any kind of affection, yet here he was, hands sweetly roaming and caressing your figure.
The way you mewled softly under his touch told him you’d been introduced to the enjoyable side of sex, and he lovedthe fact that he was the one to open this new door for you.
In reality though, you couldn’t be exactly sure if you were enjoying this or not. 
You despised your best friend’s brother just as much as she did. He was your biggest tormentor, never had anything nice to say about you. Never amounted you to anything more than a pogue, someone who was less than him, belowhim.
Yet here you were, literally laid below him now, Rafe devouring every bit of you like a man starved.
This was wrong. So, so much about this was just plain wrong.
Right down to the throbbing of your core around the boy’s cock.
A smile stretched across Rafe’s face as he felt the tell-tale signs of your first orgasm approaching, courtesy of him.
“You feel that? I feel you baby,” You weren’t sure how he picked up on the building sensation within you, but you didn’t dwell on it.
You couldn’t as the abrupt tightening feeling in your stomach had you biting down on your lower lip.
You tried to remember your past conversations with Sarah, tried to remember if this was one of the things Sarah mentioned would happen before you ‘finished’, as she’d always put it.
But it was hard to focus on anything other than the confusing mix of pain and pleasure you felt as your best friend’s older brother continued to subject your newly defiled walls to his brutal pace, even as your stomach coiled.
“Don’t fight it, it’s okay… I’m right here,” He placed another kiss to the back of your shoulder as you continued to whimper and whine below him. “I’ve got you baby, go ahead, you can cum on my cock.” His voice was gruff as he panted the words out in between breaths, tone riddled with desire as his eyes were trained on your pussy as it swallowed him in with every thrust.
It was only when Rafe lodged himself so deep inside of you that you were sure he’d hit some sort of bone or organ, that the pain, all of it, was temporarily overridden by some sort of sick, puzzling pleasure.
A wave of sensations you’d never felt before overtook your senses, ones you’d only ever dreamed of or read about. 
You couldn’t stop your legs from shaking, or the surely pornographic moans from slipping past your lips as you came apart on Rafe’s cock. He continued thrusting into you, your hip bones jutting into the edge of the counter as he finally let his dam break too, seed spilling up into you.
The warm ropes of liquid came out in spurts, and your tight walls were clenching hard, pulsating redundantly around Rafe’s length as you milked him dry.
Once the sensation seemed to simmer down, you were left with nothing but a horrible ringing in your ears and an emptiness between your thighs as Rafe’s hips retreated, a long groan filling the air as he pulled his throbbing cock from your pussy without hurry.
You couldn’t see the way his jaw clenched, teeth gritted together as his arousal immediately began leaking from your center, but you could feel his rough fingers shoving the cum back up into you, undoubtedly mixing with the red crimson color that also leaked from you, a confirmation of your loss.
Rafe smirked at the sight, working to re-steady his breathing as he fetched his pants and boxers from their pooled position at his ankles, pulling the material up and fixing himself back to decency.
When you finally managed to push yourself up off of the counter, your legs felt extremely weak and wobbly, almost threatening to buckle beneath you, if it wasn’t for Rafe’s quick grip on your waist.
He spun you around by the hold on your hips, fingers pressing firmly into the skin as you were made to face him.
He could’ve drooled at the sight of his little sister’s best friend. You looked totally fucked out, exactly how he’d imagined. Thinking of how much he’d restrained himself from doing, he had to wonder what you’d look like after he really had his way with you.
Your hair was in disarray, tears dried to your face, makeup smudged, mascara running when your eyes finally met his for what felt like the first time in forever.
He brushed your hair back out of your face first before moving to adjust your swimsuit.
Rafe’s large hands slipped underneath the band of your bikini top, lifting the material back up and over your tits.
His hands took their time on the way down to your bottoms, fingertips lightly grazing the skin of your sides before curling around the waistband, situating the bikini back over your sex and lifting the straps up over your hips securely.
He waited to see if you would speak, though he figured it was a long shot.
“Did that feel good?” You only stared up at him, lips parted as you panted under your breath.
“Nod for me, princess. Did I make you feel good?” You hated the way he spoke to you like a child, as if three years was a significant age gap.
But you’d be lying if you said no, so you nodded your head in response. At some point, you’d started deriving pleasure from the heinous act committed against you.
“I can make you feel even better than that.” He assured, though you didn’t see how that was even possible.
You weren’t sure you’d be able to handle it, either.
You also weren’t sure why your mind wasn’t immediately screaming at you to slap Rafe across the face and run to wake up his sister after what he’d just done to you.
But something about the boy’s words, his promises… intrigued you.
He’d opened a new door of curiosity for you, and now your body was desirous of more of the newfound stimulation.
Your lack of protest, the way your feet stayed planted on the tile told him his coercions were working.
Rafe’s eyes trailed down your figure, from your chest as it rose and fell to the scrunchie wrapped around your wrist still.
He tucked a single digit underneath the elastic band, lifting and snapping the material back down on your skin, demanding your attention.
“When you return my speaker tomorrow,” he started, offering you a deadline and nodding his head towards the backyard where Sarah had taken the speaker, “I’ll have to teach you some more.”
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a/n: dom rafe this, mean rafe that, what about my baby sub rafe?!?!?!?
warnings: sub!rafe x soft!dom!reader, tittie suckin, mommy kink, riding, language, praise
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it didn't happen often — hardly ever that Rafe let you take control. he thrived on the control he had over you, the way you'd writhe under his simple touches, beg him for more with tears falling from your pretty eyes. But after yet another argument with his father, he couldn't find it in himself to take control, even though he craved some release.
You were riding him, your hands positioned on his shoulders as his hands gripped your hips, sloppily guiding you up and down. he wasn't talking much, but he usually thrived to talk you through it. You tilt your head at him, putting a hand on his hips to still him.
"Are you okay, Rafey? Do you wanna stop?" you asked gently, and he shook his head. "No, baby, it's just.." he trailed off, staring at you. Oh how you know that look.
The look you've given him oh so many times. It made you smile, making a small ah sound. He frowned, unaware of the look he gave you.
"What? Ah, what?" He said, his eyes creasing as he narrowed them at you suspiciously. "Shh, just relax." You hummed, kissing his jaw softly, your hands wandering his chest.
"The fuck are you doing?" He grunted, but gasped when you rolled your hips.
"S-shit." He whispered, his eyes fluttering shut. he tilted his head back, moaning at your kisses. he felt your grin against his skin, slowly bouncing your hips up and down. he bit back several whimpers, not wanting to be that weak. He huffed instead, burying his face into your neck.
"Faster. Please." He whispered into your skin, his hands gripping your ass.
"What was that?" You asked, your thumb brushing over his cheek.
"Please. Need you t'go faster, please?" you started moving quicker, clenching around him, heightening his pleasure. He whimpered, letting go of all restraint, his fingers digging into your skin.
"That's it, just let it out." You kissed by his ear, smoothing his hair away from his forehead. he leaned down, kissing over your chest, before taking one of your nipples into him mouth, swirling it around his tongue. He was doing this purely to shut himself up.
"Good boy." You praised, running a hand through his hair as your hips continued to bounce, his cock sliding in and out with ease.
"Fuck — I'm gonna cum. Please? Fuck, mommy — please." He begged, his head spinning as his hands went all over your body, the knot in his stomach tightening.
"S'okay, baby. You can do it." You cooed, kissing his temple as you bounced harder, a small whine coming from the back of his throat he spilled himself inside you, his thighs shaking as he hid his face in the crook of your neck. He whimpered as you rode him through his high, prolonging it for as long as possible. You led against him, his now softening cock still inside you as you rubbed his torso.
"Mommy, huh?" you grinned.
"Shut the fuck up."
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stormberry-12 · 1 year
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the pogues/ESPECIALLY JJ would protect innocent!reader SO MUCH. like she could be the youngest or something and they would go back for her (for ex. when they had to leave jb in s3). anyways jj would so definitely say something like, “you’re like their little sister, but you’re MY girl.” yk
my woman ~ jj maybank x reader
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Ahh yes, I totally agree, and I LOVE the innocent!reader and JJ trope>>>
summary: in the ask! not from season 3 but a close concept. :)
pairing: jj x innocent!fem!reader
warnings: slight language, reader in danger, mega fluff.
notes: lowercase intended, this was made late at night and not rlly edited srry if its bad lmao, (jj requests open still)
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you shifted around and felt the sun on your face as your eyes fluttered open. you were in the twinkie bumping along a winding road, clinging onto jj, who was sitting in his seat, like a koala. or as jay called it, "the front pack", it was like a piggyback but on his front because he always wanted to check on you and make sure you were okay.
you shifted your legs around his torso and lifted your head from the crook of his neck.
"hiya, cupcake," he whispered softly, taking one of his arms that was wrapped around you and moving it so he could brush strands of hair from out of your eyes. "good nap?"
you nodded, wiping the sleep from your eyes, and he smiled. you suddenly recalled how you had gotten here and relief washed over you.
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you were running through alleyways on the cut, you felt betrayed. where had the pogues gone? they were there with you five seconds ago and now you were running away from those bloody square groupers alone.
over by the pogues, jj was having a mental breakdown, "where did she go man?"
"damn it!" john b exclaimed."pope, i thought she was behind you when we cut down this way!
"we have to go back for her-" jj houghed.
"i don't know jay..."
"no... no. we have to." he held his hat in one hand and ran the other through his hair in distress.
"he's right, we have to." pope agreed.
"come on man, we finally lost those guys and now you want to follow em?" john b sighed.
"jb you of all people should understand, she's like a little sister to you man! she's still only 16 and this kind of stuff scares the shit out of her, i can't do that to her guys-"
"john b we're going after her," kie pleaded.
"god! we're wasting time, i'm gonna go after her, even if i have to do it by myself!" jj ran off in your last seen direction. john b gave in and followed along with the rest of the pogues, they all knew jj was right, and their group wouldn't survive without you.
as you continued to run, blood pumping through your ears, you looked for the best spot to hide behind, trying to throw them off. you slid behind a large dumpster and listened as the sets of footsteps of the two men ran past you.
you waited a moment, calming your breathing before you moved from behind the bin. you jumped as the footsteps came back in your direction, but instead of those square groupers, it was jj and the pogues.
"y/n!" j sighed in relief scooping you up into his arms. "I'm so sorry, that will never happen again-"
you just stood there too exhausted to complain, your face buried in his chest. john b brought the twinkie around the corner and you all piled in, driving off into the night.
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"you came back for me," you smiled at your boyfriend wrapping your arms around his neck, still facing him on his lap.
"of course," jj said. "you know you're like their little sister, we honestly would fall apart without you... and your my girl."
"your girl?" you giggled.
"my girl, my woman, my soulmate." he repeated smoothly pressing his forehead to yours and closing his eyes. "you sure you're okay?"
"yeah," you said, leaning into his touch, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck. "perfect,"
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fxllfaiiry · 1 year
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𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐒 ੈ✩‧₊˚
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★ mistake - @luversgirl
★ my medicine - @highreevess
★ oxytocin - @ghostselena
★ what did you call her? - @winchester-books
★ I feel it coming - @rafesdior
★ innocent!reader x rafe - @novxturient
★ this blurb <3 - @/novxturient
★ rafe as your bf - @/meadowscarlet
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★ this concept <3 - @wanturvideo
★ this blurb <3 - @idcntlikedarkness
★ practice makes perfect - @meadowscarlet
★ physical touch - @lvstcd
★ jj protecting you from your brother - @mvybanks
★ these hcs <3 - @maybankswhore
★ greedy - @hybridluv
★ bikini collection - @tell-me-when-ur-ready
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★ reputation - @/rafesdior
★ kiss the kook - @fangirl-writes
★ beer kegs and jealous boyfriends - @pankows-girl
★ casanova - @milazka
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★ the drive in - @honeymunson
★ this fic <3 - @avenging-fandoms
★ honestly - @ssserafim
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★ sandy knees - @realmsdelght
★ a little selfish - @honeybear-yammy
★ experimental love - @ilovefandoms102
★ hush baby! - @popespussypocket
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★ [10:45] - @claireunoia
★ lucky - @sl-ut
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MADELYN CLINE as SARAH CAMERON in OUTER BANKS SEASON 3
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cutielando · 4 months
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stay with me ~ rafe cameron
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"Don't come home"
Those words were echoing in Rafe's mind as he walked by the side of the road towards your house.
He had never seen eye to eye with his father, but he didn't think things would get so out of hand as to get himself kicked out.
He put his hand in his back pocket and took out his phone, smiling a little at the photo on his screen. It was one of the two of you at Midsummers, embracing each other and gazing lovingly into each other's eyes.
He scrolled down until he found your contact and pressed his phone against his ear, praying that you would still be awake.
"Babe?" you answered the phone, making Rafe let out a sigh of relief.
"It's so good to hear your voice, baby" he exclaimed, tears clouding his eyes.
He tried hard not to break down over the phone, but it was getting harder and harder.
"What's wrong, babe? Is everything okay?" you knew he wouldn't call this late unless something happened.
"I'm 5 minutes away from your house? Can I stay the night?" his voice was shaky, but he prayed that you didn't question him on it.
"Of course you can. I'll make you something to eat"
"Thank you. I love you"
"I love you too, bub"
He ended the call and put his phone back in his pocket before holding his head in his hands.
Hearing your voice was all he needed in that moment. He needed to hear that you were still there with him, that you didn't turn your back on him like his father just did not even an hour before.
Rafe snapped out of his daze only when he found himself standing in front of your house, seeing the light on in your bedroom and kitchen.
Before he could even knock on the door you opened it, standing there with the most sympathetic look you could muster.
"Oh, baby. Come here" you said and extended your arms.
Rafe didn't hesitate to step into your warm and familiar embrace, immediately burying his face into your neck and wrapping his arms tightly around your waist.
You brought your hand up to his hair while the other traced soothing circles on his back.
"Shh, you're okay now, you're safe with me" you whispered in his ear, making him completely break down.
You could feel him shake as sobs racked through his body, making your heart shatter for the boy in your arms.
You knew it had something to do with his father, it was always the case. However, you didn't push him to talk. You knew that he would tell you everything when he's ready.
After holding each other for a good 10 minutes, his sniffles had subsided and he finally stepped out of your arms, rubbing his neck awkwardly.
"I'm sorry, I just couldn't hold it in anymore" he whispered, avoiding eye contact with you.
You took his face in your arms and looked him right in the eyes.
"Never apologize for being vulnerable around me. It's not something to be ashamed of"
He bit his lip but nodded, leaning down and pecking your lips.
"Can we go eat? I haven't had anything since yesterday night" he whispered, making you smile and take his hand.
You lead him into your kitchen where you prepared warm sandwiches for both of you, knowing how much Rafe liked them.
He groaned at the sight and immediately dove in, making you chuckle and kiss his head.
You took a seat next to him and started eating silently, watching him intently.
"Do you want to tell me what happened?" you asked softly once he finished eating.
He sighed and hung his head low.
"We got into an argument, I don't even remember what it was about. We both said some things, but I guess he just didn't want to bother anymore so he told me to leave and never come back home" he explained, his eyes welling up with tears once again.
"Oh, baby" you got up and enveloped him in your arms, rubbing his back.
He sniffled and buried his head in your chest, holding you tightly to his body.
You knew from the beginning what a piece of shit Ward Cameron was, but you never expected him to kick out his own son. That was low, even for him.
"You're going to stay here with me. My parents already love you and they know how your situation is. They will love having you around all the time" you said as you pulled away and held the sides of his face.
"I don't want to intrude and be a bother" 
"You're not intruding on anything. If anything, you're bringing some light in this house. It's boring when my parents are at work, you're going to save me from boredom. Plus, we get to spend every minute with each other, so that's just another bonus" you explained, smiling when you noticed his eyes twinkling and his lips curve into a small smile.
"You have no idea how much this means to me. Thank you, baby" he leaned up and pecked your lips, making you smile against his lips.
"I'm going to head over to your house tomorrow and pick up all your clothes and anything else you might need. I don't want you to ever have to step foot in that house again"
"You don't have to do that, I can go and take my stuff by myself" he tried to reason with you, but you were having none of it.
You wouldn't risk another encounter with his father which could very easily turn violent.
"No, I'm going. He's not going to say anything to me because he knows I will not back down"
He sighed but nodded, his expression finally softening.
"I love you. Don't ever forget that" you whispered, rubbing your thumb along his cheek.
"I love you, too. So much"
As your lips met once again, you two were starting a new chapter together. Another part of your story was beginning.
And you couldn't be more grateful.
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emmalandry · 9 months
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𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝 ~ ℝ𝕒𝕗𝕖 ℂ𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕠𝕟 𝕩 ℙ𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕤!𝔻𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕖𝕣!ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣
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𝔻𝕖𝕤𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟: 𝔸𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℙ𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣'𝕤 𝕕𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕧𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕒 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕝𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕗𝕦𝕝 𝕒𝕔𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖. 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 ℝ𝕒𝕗𝕖 ℂ𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕠𝕟 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥? 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: ℂ𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕦𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜, 𝔻𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕚𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝔻𝕒𝕕𝕕𝕪/𝕊𝕚𝕣 𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜, 𝔻𝕖𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘, ℙ𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕖, ℍ𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕃𝕠𝕤𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕍𝕚𝕣𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪, 𝔹𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕ℂ𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 𝟙.𝟟𝕜
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Y/N L/N. The most beautiful girl on Kildare island. She had silky smooth skin that was almost like porcelain so dainty and delicate she could be shattered and corrupted at any moment and that's just what Rafe Cameron planned to do. Corrupt her and claim her as his. Every time he heard her sickly sweet voice something grew in him, an urge. The urge to take away her innocence, He was like a predator lying in wait for the opportunity to attack. After months of waiting he found the perfect opportunity to strike. It was a sunny Sunday afternoon, Mr.L/N had just finished today's Sermon but he and the rest of Y/N's family decided to stay back at the church letting Y/N return home knowing she had some leftover schoolwork to complete. Rafe knew that whenever the L/N's decided to stay at the church every other Sunday they were usually gone for hours upon hours and today would be no different. He watched as she clicked her heels against the pavement on her way back to her car, her long sun dress flowing in the breeze she looked so angelic. It may seem cliche to say it about the Pastor's daughter but Y/N most definitely was an angel sent from heaven above and every single time it cause a strain in Rafe's shorts.
Just as she was about to reach her little blue beetle convertible she felt a hand on her shoulder she was almost sent into a panic when she heard it, heard him and a wave of relief hit her. "Hey darling, can I talk to you for a second?" she felt her heart flutter and a blush creep up her cheeks at the nickname leaving his lips. She took a deep breath before slowly turning around and looking up to meet his piercing blue eyes. "Sure Mr.Cameron, what is it?" 'Mr.Cameron' he chuckled to himself, the two weren't well acquainted other than the occasional small talk at the country club or church other than that even though they were both kooks their paths didn't cross often. "Slow your roll angel, you can call me Rafe, Im only a year older than you no need for all these hotshot titles." He gave her that smile that could have any girl falling into a puddle at his feet and Y/N's legs just about gave out at the sight. She would smile back at him before opening her mouth once more to speak "What did you need to talk to me about?" She looked away trying to avoid his piercing eyes and he smirked. "Just wanted to tell you that you looked really good today" He played with the hem of her sun dress dragging on what he was gonna say "Your dress really compliments your skin...I was wondering maybe if I could take you out to dinner tonight?" Y/N gave him a confused look, Rafe was handsome, really really handsome and he had a reputation with women around the island.
Kooks and Touron women alike, all of them were far more experienced than her. She never held hands, kissed a boy, she never even had a boyfriend and yet here she was standing in front of the Kook King staring dumbfounded because he just asked her to dinner. Noticing her puzzled look he spoke again, "My whole family leaves for the mainland this afternoon so maybe you could come over and I can make you dinner?" "Are you asking me on a date?" a low chuckle left his lips. "Yes angel, I'm asking you on a date."
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Considering how your day started you would've never expected to be in Rafe fucking Cameron's bed, your thighs squeezing his head while you're begging for your release, whines and small "Oh god's" leaving your swollen pink lips. "So I'm God now princess?" he let a chuckle slip out receiving a whine from you as he felt you clench around his fingers. A smirk creeps up on his face "Oh you like that angel? Do you like thinking of me as a god?" a small "Mhm" leaving your mouth. He grabbed ahold of your face making you look down at him "If you're not gonna use your words baby then ill put that mouth to use some other way. Open up. Now." Your jaw practically unhinges at his words as he stands to his full height and spits into your mouth, "Swallow" he shuts your jaw and slaps your face lightly as you swallow his saliva. "Such a good little girl, aren't you doll?" he continues to pump his fingers in and out of your soaked cunt, repeatedly hitting the soft spongey spot inside you causing you to let out a loud almost pornographic moan as you clench around his slender fingers one last time before releasing your juices all over his fingers.
"You taste so sweet, like honey." he sucks your release off his fingers and climbs up your body landing a kiss on your lips. Looking up at him with your big doe eyes you ask "What about you?" he lets a laugh slip past his lips "Aren't you just so generous, darling?" you bite your lip and avoid his gaze. "I just...I want you to feel good." a frown crossing over her face. He puts his index finger to his chin almost like he was thinking. "Okay, princess...you want me to feel good? Open up." Y/N hesitated looking up to see Rafe rolling his eyes before reaching his hand up to your face and giving you a light slap. "I thought you were a good girl Y/N. Why are you not following Daddy's orders, Hm?" You begin to feel a blush creep up your neck. "I-I am a good girl...I promise." You frown and he gives you a sly smirk. "Then prove it." You open your mouth slowly and hear him unbuckle his belt before hearing it hit the floor. Your eyes marvel at his visible hard-on showing through his boxers. As he pulls them down you witness his cock slap against his stomach and you begin practically drooling.
"You like what you see sweetness?" You nod slowly, too scared to close your mouth to speak before he walks over to you and slaps his cock against your lips. “Don’t be shy baby…Suck.” You take his cock into your mouth and begin to lightly suckle his tip giving kitten licks here and there before trying to take the whole thing in your mouth. You gag when the tip kisses the back of your throat but try again whilst tears are welling up in your eyes. He weaves his hand into your hair and pulls you off. “Careful Baby. I know you’ve never done this, you’re just a dumb little girl you’re not ready to take it all in that pretty little throat yet.” you nod and pull your mouth off him reaching your hand up to stroke him. You look up to see him flashing you a panty-dropping smile and you feel your arousal gush down your legs once more as you clench your thighs together. Rafe's hand begins to stroke your cheek as you continue to tug on his cock. "You think you're ready to take me baby? You want me to destroy that perfect little pussy?" "Yes sir." He smiles again, "There's my good little girl. Don't worry baby. I won't stop until I've completely corrupted that dumb little head of yours."
He rubs his tip through your soaked folds and the moment his tip bumps your puffy little clit you let out a whine. You whisper out a pathetic "Please." and you notice him shift his gaze to your face. "Please what angel? Tell me what you want." "Wan' you to fuck me sir...take my v-virginity." You swallow harshly and feel him begin to push his fat head inside you. "Relax Darling, Daddy's gonna take good care of his sweet girl." Hearing these words leave his lips your body relaxes and it allows him to bottom out inside you. You felt so full, you've never had anything feel this good. You never even touched yourself in fear that god was watching. "M-move...please need you to move." "Oh yeah? You think you're ready for that baby?" You nod, he begins with slow shallow thrusts that have you arching your back into the air as your hands grip onto his satin sheets. "Oh god." You moan out. "Shhh angel, God's not here. It's just me." His hand reaches up to grip your silver cross that dangles around your dainty little neck before he snatches ahold of the chain and pulls you upwards for a kiss. It's messy. Nothing but tongues and teeth clashing together. His thrusts begin to get more aggressive the sound of sweaty skin slapping together filling the room as you writhe beneath him.
His hand reaches up to draw quick circles on your clit. Who were you to tell him no? It was so swollen and begging for attention. You moan into his mouth, back arching into the air as your pussy begins to clench around him. "My perfect little fucktoy, You're nothing but a stupid little girl. Are you gonna cum baby? How about I fill up your tight little pussy? It's just begging to be filled. Want's me to give you a baby. You want that honey?" He breathes out, His breathing is shaky trying to help you reach your release. "Uhuh." you moan out, eyes squeezed shut and mouth agape. "Uhuh, what angel?" He slaps your cheek making your eyes shoot open. "Wan' you to give me a baby. Make me swollen and make me a mommy." he lets out a low groan as you clench around him and your arousal gushes against his cock and your thighs. After about 3 more shallow thrusts he shoots his seed inside you and lays his body on top of you. He slowly pulls his now softening cock out of you. He glances down to see his spend leaking out of you before gathering it on his fingers and fucking it back inside of you. "Gotta keep it in there baby. Make sure you become a mommy." You give him a shaky breath in response as he curls up next to you, stroking your hair out of your face and pecking your cheek. "This means you're mine now baby. My darling angel."
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obxologies · 5 months
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𝘉𝘪𝘨  𝘚𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘩 𝘊𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘯
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warnings: big sis/little sis (sorority sisters, ya nasty), wlw smut, tribbing/scissoring, dom!sarah, nipple play, slight cum play, finger sucking
requested?: no
author's note: college!au, sarah is 22 & reader is 19. i'm not extremely sober while writing this so if it's a bit messy...sorry lol.
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Y/N held her towel wrapped tightly around her figure as she quickly walked back to her room. She pushed the door open and slipped inside before kicking it closed behind her. She walked over to her bed setting her shower caddy on her nightstand before reaching up to grab the clip out of her hair and placing it inside the caddy.
"What a pretty sight to see." A soft voice spoke making her jump and turn to see Sarah Cameron, her roommate and big sister she was paired with.
"Sorry, I didn't even notice you were in here." Y/N nervously chuckled. She attempted to tug her towel tighter around her and wrapped an arm around herself.
"No need to be shy." Sarah gave her a teasing smile. "It's your room, too." She said standing up from her bed and slowly walking over to her. Her lips quirked up when she saw Y/N take a deep breath and look away shyly.
"I should probably go change." Y/N looked up at her blushing a bit at Sarah's eyes scanning her figure.
"Just change here, silly." Sarah chuckled, shaking her head a little, but Y/N didn't move. She sighed and gently tugged her closer trailing her hand up her arm. She moved her hand to the towel, slipping her fingers in between the fabric and Y/N's soft skin, pulling the piece of fabric that was tucked in out and let the towel drop to the floor leaving her full exposed.
"Sarah." Y/N gasped.
"You don't have to be shy, sweet girl." Sarah gently caressed her cheek. "I've seen the way you look at me. I want it, too." She said leaning in and connecting their lips.
Shocked, Y/N stiffened, her eyes widening, but she slowly melted into the kiss. Her eyes fell shut and Sarah's hands gripped her waist, guiding her to lay back on her bed.
Sarah marveled at the sight in front of her. Her eyes taking in every inch of Y/N's naked body as she unbuttoned her own denim shorts kicking them to the side before doing the same with her panties.
"Don't be nervous, baby." Sarah smiled sweetly. "I'm gonna make you feel so good." She said as she straddled her waist.
"I haven't-" Y/N whispered, shying away again. "I haven't done this with a girl before."
"Don't worry." Sarah leaned down. She grabbed her face and turned her attention back on her. "I've got you." She said kissing her deeply. Y/N leaned back against the pillow bringing Sarah with her.
"Shit." Y/N breathed heavily as Sarah began leaving sloppy kissing along her neck, occasionally nibbling at her skin. She sucked back in a breath as Sarah's hand found it's way between her legs.
"You're wet for me already?" Sarah teased her a bit, letting out at breathy laugh at the warm feeling of pussy. She brushed her thumb over her clit watching Y/N twitch at the feeling. "I've been wanting to fuck you for the longest time." Sarah admitted. "It's been torture having to walk around here watching you go on without a care, but I finally get to have you now and I'm gonna savor every fucking second." She pushed Y/N's leg up and positioned herself in between them.
"Sarah." Y/N whimpered as she slowly started grinding their wet pussies together. Her face scrunched in pleasure as she stared down at their dripping cunts rub together creating a mess on their thighs.
"Fuck, you're so hot like this." Sarah bit her lip. Her hips started grinding faster and she grabbed Y/N's legs wanting to feel her even more if it was possible. Sarah moved one of her hands to massage Y/N's tits, her fingers pinching at her nipples. "You feel so good against me, baby."
"Hm, so do you." Y/N whimpered making Sarah smirk down at her.
Sarah swore she could've cum right then and there with the sudden feeling of their clits rubbing against each other and the sight of Y/N about to falling below her. She repositioned her hips, gripping onto Y/N's thighs as she felt herself getting closer and closer to her climax.
"You close, pretty girl? You wanna cum for me?" Sarah asked looking down at her. Y/N nodded vigorously her hands reach up to grip the sides of her pillow. "So cum for, baby." Sarah said grinding deep into her. The sound of their cunts slapping into each other was soon drowned out by Y/N's high pitched moans quickly followed by Sarah's.
Y/N's legs twitched as she came down from the high and her breaths were heavy as she tried to catch up with them.
"Fuck." Y/N sighed looking down at Sarah who placed small kisses down her torso. She gasped and attempted to squeeze her legs together suddenly feeling Sarah's fingers trail up her sensitive cunt. Sarah stared up at her as she stuck her fingers in her mouth sucking them clean. Her eyes rolled back and she let out a muffled moan.
"You taste even better than I imagined." Sarah said. "I might have to have seconds later."
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