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Professor Cameron #2 - Rafe Cameron One Shot + 18

Minor DNI

Part 1: Link

Rafe × female reader (No use of Y/N)

Warnings: smut, language, swearing, drinking and smoking

Fingering, oral (female receiving), oral (male receiving), unprotected p in v, pet names, squirting, overstimulation, praise kink, ownership kink, older Rafe, possessive rafe, jealous rafe, obsessed rafe, choking, spanking, degradation, name-calling, pussy slapping, mating press, reader calls rafe daddy

Lightly edited

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Don't let the beginning fool it’s a lot of smut lmao 😂 thank you for all the love on part 1! 💕💕💕

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Enjoy! ❤️✨

Tanneyhill...

Later that night

"Holy shit," you whisper, eyes following Rafe's house all the way to the top. The grandeur of it all begs the question, does a professor really live here? I mean, I'm sure the university pays him well, but not this well. This is old money.

Tracking the brick walk, you make your way to the front door, smoothing out a very different ensemble than you wore this afternoon. You breathe a sigh of relief, thankful at this moment that you decided to dress up. Your pink satin mini-dress blows lightly with the cool night breeze, an open back cinched tight, showing off your curves.

Truthfully, I didn't think that would happen. Just teasing between friends until that fictional tale came true. I never thought he would actually cross the line.

Rafe was right... The boys at school weren't cutting it. They were selfish, inexperienced, and immature. That was only an hour? What could Rafe do with a whole night? On a bed instead of a desk? He said he had a 'real big house,' which is the understatement of the century. I can make as much noise as I'd like. He's going to take care of me... Me.

I've never felt pleasure like that in my life. The part that excited me the most was that I was holding back, not wanting to get caught. What would happen if I let myself go? The part that scares me, however, is the fact that I'm already in too deep.

What if Rafe's thought about it since? Not in the way I'm hoping he would, the way that would stop him from doing it again. A moment of clarity where Rafe realizes that he may have made a mistake. I'm his student... He's my professor.

What if he's doing this with other people? What if I'm not the only student in Professor Cameron's class getting "extra credit"? Am I just another one of his girls?

I can't think about that.

I'm feeling things. And, I can't stop.

KNOCK. KNOCK.

You can hear shuffling behind the door, watching as the knob turns. The door fans open; Rafe meets your gaze with a smile. "You... Wow. You look stunning," he hails, bearing the door as you pass through.

Fuck, he looks good. You feel yourself get a little frazzled as you take Rafe in. A slim black button-down and slacks, coupled with yet another pair of designer dress shoes. He smells delicious; that same cologne reapplied, already burned into your brain. "You alright?" He smiles, looking down at you.

"More than alright, Rafe. Just a little nervous."

"About what?" He puffs, cocking his head to the side as he shuts the door. "Told ya I didn't bite. Not unless you want me to," Rafe chuckles warmly, turning you under his finger as he checks out your little dress again. "Goddamn. You're flawless."

"Thank you," you whisper as your cheeks blush. Rafe keeps his hand in yours, guiding you deeper into his house, letting you take it all in.

"So, what are you so nervous about?" Rafe presses a little further, not wanting to let it go until he figures it out.

"I don't know... I didn't expect to be here. I'm just - I hope you aren't having second thoughts."

"Me?" He chuckles; twisting his face slightly as a crooked smile spreads on his lips. "Never. No second thoughts."

"Okay... And, am I the only one-"

"Who's gettin' extra credit?" He snickers, reading your mind entirely. "You are the only one."

"Ever?" You ask, your voice just above a hush, kicking yourself for asking it in the first place to a grown-ass man. Rafe turns you toward him, lacing his fingers in yours; his lips meet your forehead, kissing you softly.

"If you're askin' if I've ever had sex in an office, and I said 'no,' I'd be lyin'," he chuckles weakly. His palms come up, resting gently on your cheeks, guiding your watch to his. "But, if you're askin' me if I've ever done that with a student... never. I've never done that."

You give him a soft smile. "I'm so happy I'm here with you."

"Me too," he hums. "Now, let's go relax. Yeah?" You nod as Rafe leans in, meeting your lips; kissing you deeply. Heat spreads across your body; the contact sets you ablaze, your entire being craving more of him.

Rafe walks you to his study, the mahogany countertop, adorned with six elegant bouquets. "Do you like flowers, princess?" He smiles; his hand resting on the small of your back.

"Of course," you respond dreamily, bending in to smell each. "Six? Rafe, this-"

"I didn't know what your favorite was..." He interjects, "Pink roses?" Rafe guesses, based solely on your reaction.

"Yeah, pink roses," you giggle. "Thank you."

He steers you to his leather couch, taking a seat. Before you can sink down, his hands are on you, guiding you to straddle his lap. You rest your hands lightly on his muscular chest as Rafe eyes you in his arms. His rough hands graze your back, landing on your bum; kneading your curves slowly.

"M'so glad you're here," he soughs, his lust-laced eyes locked on your lips. His crystal blues lift slowly to yours, sending chills down your spine. "You're still nervous sweetheart? Aren't you?"

You shake your head 'no' as you lean in close, kissing him tenderly. His hands drift down your bare thighs, slipping under the hem of your dress. "I'm not... I swear," you whisper as you widen your thighs, pressing your pussy against his rock-hard bulge as you start to grind slowly. Your lips hover close, Rafe, matching your steady breathing. Tension builds as you wait for the other to break.

Rafe kisses you deeply, a passionate exchange, pushing your hips to ride him clothed. "Need to taste you again. Fuck, you tasted so sweet," he mumbles between kisses. Rafe wraps you in his arms, lifting you off the couch. "Just a little bit now. I need it. Don't let me go any farther. Alright? Not yet."

He rests you back down on the couch, pulling you where he wants you, your body desperate for his lips. Rafe drops himself down to his knees for you, taking control as he spreads your thighs, eyeing your glistening cunt with a hungry groan. "No panties?" He chuckles darkly, his dangerous gaze flickering to yours. Rafe brushes your folds, gathering your essence all over his fingers, before sucking them clean as your eyes roll back. "M'so fuckin' hard, princess. Can't wait for you to suck my cock; make me cum again. Get that pretty little mouth of yours around my dick," he sighs. His strong arms loop around your thighs, pulling you closer than before, slumping you on the couch.

Rafe's eyes stay locked on yours as his lips do the same to your clit, sucking and brushing his tongue from side to side. He moans against your pussy, as his fingers toy with your entrance, teasing your pearl with the chilled ridges of his gold ring. Your thighs tremble, tightening around him.

"C'mon, baby," he taunts, spreading you wider, sucking and finger-fucking you with a little more force. You sink your teeth into your bottom lip, holding back your cries of pleasure.

"Hey... Woah. Woah... Wait a minute, baby girl," he chides. "Need to hear you. Alright?"

"Yes, daddy..."

"Well, shit..." Rafe rasps as he grabs your legs, slinging them over his shoulders. "I could get used to that."

Everything increases; your heart rate, the pressure, the depth of his tongue in your soaked hole. "You taste like heaven," he pants, bumping his nose against your clit, making your thighs quake. Rafe laps at your pussy, devouring you completely. He breathes deeply, taking in your scent; the vibration of his low moan felt against your heat.

Rafe takes your clit into his mouth, sucking harshly, making you cry out; heels digging into his black dress shirt as you buck your hips; voice echoing through the large house. "There ya go... Atta girl."

Your back arches, lips crying out for him. "Fuck, Rafe. M'right there," you blubber. You reach for your satin straps, tugging down the top of your dress, letting your breasts spill free. Your hands instantly draw up to your tits, squeezing and pressing them together for him. Rafe bites down on your swollen clit; making you throw your head back. A choked sob spills from your lips.

Your hands drop down, weaving into his hair, giving it a rough tug. You grind your pussy on his face, feeling yourself teetering on the edge of ecstasy. "Rafe, s-shit." Your eyes screw shut as you cum on his face, pleasure coursing through your system as your pussy clamps down around his thick fingers. Rafe works you through your orgasm, waiting until you're fully unwound to release you with a panting breath.

"Need it - Fuck. I need your cock in my mouth," you gasp; eyes still shut as you do your best to recover.

"Baby, c'mon..." He chuckles breathily as his lips find yours. You can taste yourself on his lips, making your mind fuzzy. "I wanna share a drink. Take you on a tour... You were supposed to hold me back. You can wait. Right?" You can hear the taunting in his tone, a devilish smirk playing on his kiss-bitten lips.

"Yes, daddy."

Rafe cups your breasts in his hands. Pinching and rolling your pebbled blush between his fingers. He sucks down, trailing wet kisses before biting your sensitive skin, causing you to moan again. "You're mine," he whispers, nuzzling himself into your chest. "I don't want anyone else to have you but me. Understand?"

"What - Wait..." You ask breathlessly. "I mean. Are you sure, Rafe? You barely know me. What if I didn't come into your office today-"

"You would have... eventually. I just got lucky. I always get what I want, princess. I don't wanna see you come into class with anyone else. Don't wanna overhear some douchebag talkin' about some absolutely stunning girl he took home from the bar. You're mine. My pussy," he breathes, making your breath hitch as he slaps your sensitive cunt, soothing it with his cupped palm. "My tits," he mumbles, licking a line through your cleavage as he palms them together. "My lips," he whispers as he kisses you again. "My fuckin' girl. Mine."

"M'yours, Rafe."

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"So, you're a professor? Just a professor?" You ask through a flirty grin as you swirl your champagne.

"Yeah... Got bored. Decided to go to college, then grad school; got my doctorate for fun," he rasps before taking a sip.

"So..." You look around, letting your silence speak for itself.

"I made some smart business decisions when I was young. Set myself up nicely."

"Mob boss?" You quip, making him cock his brow and laugh.

"If I told you, princess. I'd have to kill you." Rafe plays along, shooting you a mischievous look. "So, you're pretty far from home. You plannin' on going back for Spring Break, or are you gonna hang around here?"

You laugh nervously, wrinkling your brow, confused yet intrigued, charmed that he went out of his way to find out more about you. "How do you know where I'm from?"

He clears his throat, regretting his words slightly, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt on his thick forearms as he shifts anxiously. "Uh... Um," he puffs, draining some more liquor into his champagne flute. "Your student account," he mumbles sheepishly.

"Professor Cameron!" You gasp, flirtingly, as you lean in a little closer.

"S'bad. Alright. I know. I know! I couldn't help myself. I had to be proactive. Alright? High stakes. I gotta be real careful who I associate myself with."

"And you can associate yourself with me, Rafe?"

"Yeah. I have a good intuition, princess. Questionin' yours a little," he bullies. "That neighborhood you live in is shit, by the way. It's not safe, baby."

Your eyes double in surprise. The more he exposes, the more it should worry me, I know, but he's pulling me deeper. He's possessive, calculated, obsessed even. But, I fuckin' love it. How much more does he know about me?

I need to know.

"You look handsome," you laud; just a slight bite of your lip as you lean into the armrest, hair tumbling to the side. You cross your legs, letting your little dress ride up your thigh.

His eyebrows raise, running his palm against his wide smile, attempting to play it cool as he stares at the valley of your thigh. "Just tryin' to keep up with you, baby. You look stunning. Did you wear that-"

"On New Year's Eve..." You finish his sentence as a smirk pulls on your lips, Rafe taking the bait effortlessly. "Do you follow me on Instagram?"

"No... Just stalk you," he admits, not an ounce of shame in his voice. He can see that you clearly enjoy his attention. "Like I said... Gotta be careful who I keep around. Not to mention, I had to keep an eye on who else was watchin' you. I don't share." He smirks before tossing back the rest of his champagne. Oh...

"That's all you did, Rafe? Just look at my pictures; make sure I was safe?"

He gives you an open-mouth smile as a blush creeps across his cheeks. "You really wanna know?"

"I really wanna know..."

"That red swimsuit you wore in Cabo might be my favorite thing, princess."

You roll your eyes, expelling a dizzy laugh. "So... Again, Professor Cameron, is that all you did? Just look at my pictures; make sure I was safe?"You bully before taking a sip.

His gaze darkens on yours, the look in his eyes telling you more than enough. "Absolutely not."

Rafe adjusts himself in his chair, spreading his thighs a little wider as he pinches a fresh cigar between his lips. He reaches over to the coffee table, snagging the Perrier-Joute, drinking from the bottle. You can see that he's getting more comfortable as time passes by, as well. Laughing a little more, a few more buttons on his shirt undone, drinking straight from the source.

"So, Rafey," you ask in an unholy tone as you stroll from your chair to his, dropping down to your knees to slink the rest of the way. "Is there anything I can do for you? I really need that A."

He quickly forgets his cigar, resting it in the ashtray without a second thought. Rafe extends the bottle to you, pouring it carefully, some still dribbling from your glossed lips down your chin. He leans down, pinching your cheeks in one hand, licking the mess to your lips. "I got a few things you can do for me, princess."

"Tell me," you whisper, fingering the buttons of his Dior button-down before pulling it open fully. Your fingers trace down his tanned chest, passing through the deep indentations of his abs to his black leather belt.

You can already see his long, thick cock; trapped in Italian wool, making your mouth water. "Since you're on your knees," Rafe smiles as he pinches the button of his pants, opening that, then the zipper. "Why don't you choke on daddy's cock. Hmm?" You can feel the wetness between your thighs, the soft sweetness of his voice contrasting his domineering words, making your head spin. You draw the material over his hips, releasing his aching dick.

You glide your fingers through your pussy; gathering your slick on your digits, taking hold of the base of Rafe's cock. He shakes his head and smiles as his teeth tug on his bottom lip. You work him slowly, watching as the little bead of precum grows larger.

Rafe's hand toils through your hair, brushing it away so he can get a better view of your face. "So pretty on your knees, baby-" Rafe's words get lost in a moan as your warm tongue traces along his prominent vein, catching his cum as it drips down the side.

You lick a few fat stripes up his shaft, kissing his ruddy tip wetly as his dick twitches in your palm. "Fuck, honey," he groans deeply, tossing his head back on the leather chair. "Might not ever let you leave." His hold on your strands tightens as your warm, wet mouth wraps around his swollen tip. A deep moan follows as you suckle on Rafe's head, flicking your tongue along his slit. You caress his balls, taking him to the back of your throat.

Rafe pushes you a little farther, releasing a needy moan as you deepthroat cock. Tears roll heavily down your cheeks as you take as much of him as you can get, gliding off slowly; swirling to the tip, making Rafe's eyes roll back. "Jesus Christ, angel, where's that gag reflex? Huh?" He laughs airly. "So good at sucking cock." Rafe pitches his hips, ramming you deep, making you gag. "Mmm... Shit. There she is," he groans.

Rafe slumps a little lower as he lifts the bottle to his lips, taking a pull. "Gonna bust my load already... Damn, you look good," he praises through a panting breath, making his stomach muscles flex. His thick thighs tremble as you start to stroke him with your mouth, rolling his heavy balls in your tiny hand. You release his cock with a pop, causing him to let out a desperate plea for more.

"M'so wet, Rafe," you whine, feeling your wetness drip from your pussy, gliding down your inner thigh. You take two fingers, skimming them through the mess. Rafe's already set, snatching your wrist; guiding your dainty fingers to his mouth.

He savors the taste, only releasing them when you tighten your lips around his dick again. Twisting your hand at the base, you bob up and down. Rafe follows your strokes, pressing you down here and there as he mumbles praise. "Lips look so good around my cock, sweetheart. Look at you, take it, baby. Such a good little slut f'me. Gag on it. Fuckin' gag on me. Mine... This mouth is fucking mine."

You hollow your cheeks, milking his cock with your mouth, making him whimper and shift in his chair as his eyes slam shut. "I'm right fuckin' there. I - I'm... Fuckkk," he moans, hazy eyes widening as you sink your pussy down on his dick instead.

"Bounce on my cock. Tits in your face," you whisper against his lips, repeating his words from his office as you lower the top of your dress as well.

"You're a fantasy, baby. Fuck." Rafe slaps your ass cheek roughly, then the other side, hissing out a breath as your pussy tightens around him. Rafe pants and groans, his muscles wound tight as he tries to hold steady, watching you as you ride and bounce on top. He's speechless, eyes moving from your face to your breasts; losing control when he glances down, watching the place where you connect; his thick cock glistening with you.

"Fuck me," he grunts in blissful defeat, taking a harsh grip on your hips, pounding deep. Rafe moans your name as he cums hard, continuing to fuck upward, gritting his teeth in overstimulation. No part of him wants to stop now that he has you like this. Rafe pulls you into his lips, kissing you slowly as you grind through his sticky spent.

"Should I stop?" You whisper, feeling Rafe's smile spread against your lips.

"No, princess. Don't fuckin' stop."

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Your garter belt wraps around your thighs, lingerie hugging the fullness of your breasts; something new, something bought by Rafe just for you. It's a gorgeous set; cups made of two large satin ribbons tied at the center; your crotchless panties, a delicate red lace.

"C'mon, princess. Stop makin' me wait," he croons.

"This is too much, Rafe... I don't need all of this. Truly," you sigh as you round the corner, relaxing against the doorframe.

Rafe licks his lip, savoring each glimpse of bare skin. "Nah... This one's for me." He pushes off the bed, moving toward you, pulling you close before kissing you deeply, breaking away from time to time, solely to take you in. "Better than I imagined..."

"You thought about this?" You hum.

"More than I should, princess," Rafe breathes, lifting you into his arms. You wrap your legs around his waist as you bend your arms a little tighter around his neck, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

Rafe walks you over to the bed slowly, taking his time as you press your chest against his, hearts picking up pace together. He sets you down on the mattress, mounting you a moment later.

Rafe's absolutely beautiful like this: dark blonde hair a mess, flushed cheeked, skin dewy. He cages you in, admiring you for a moment before starting again. He grinds his dick against you, trailing pre cum on your skin as he works his body against yours. Rafe continues to tease the both of you, his cock, painfully hard as you wait for him to ease your ache.

He swirls his dick through your arousal, nudging your entrance with his swollen head. Rafe gives you one last look before dropping his focus low. "Shittt," he groans as your walls pull him in. He fights the urge to throw his hips into you, working slow enough to let you feel every curve and ridge until he's filled you to the brim. You don't even realize you're holding your breath until he rests his heavy head on your shoulder.

"Fuck, Rafe."

"Squeezin' me so tight," he breathes. Rafe completely bottoms you out, balls resting against your ass. He grips your hips, forcing himself even deeper, pressing his cock into you with his full weight making you squirm away slightly.

"Where are you goin', Princess?" He mumbles against your warm skin, the safeword you joked about during dessert right on the tip of your tongue, but the pleasure outweighs the pain.

"Nowhere, daddy," you pant as you wrap your legs around his waist, urging him to stay.

"My girl," Rafe growls, lips latching onto your neck, sucking harshly. He marks you with his lips, branding you with what will surely leave behind a dark purple hickey. His teeth sink into your skin, causing you to whimper.

Rafe starts to rock his cock into you, nailing your sweet spot each time. You wrap your arms around him, marking him in your own way as your manicured nails drive into his skin. Rafe moans your name, getting off on the ache.

His body drags away from yours, tugging at the bow between your breasts, letting the satin fall to your sides as he changes positions. Rafe starts to stroke as hands move from your hips to your breasts, gripping them tight, pinching and rolling your nipples before settling on your neck.

You wait impatiently for his grasp as Rafe studies his skin on yours. He smirks wickedly, watching the way his rings glint in the low lighting, his hand wrapped like a necklace around your pretty little throat.

Rafe tightens his grip, making your eyes roll back as he pumps into slow and deep, snapping his hips each time. You can feel yourself a little more breathless than before; your pulse felt under his heavy hand. You let out a choked cry as his other hand finds your clit, rubbing circles on top.

"Faster," you beg, your voice cock-drunk and hoarse.

"Mmm... Bet my little slut wants it harder too. Yeah?"

"Yes - Fuck," you squeal. Your breasts bounce with each clap of his hips, his fat tip kissing your g-spot with each thrust. Rafe gives it to you harder and faster as you feel your pleasure about to boil over.

He's just as pussy-drunk, eyes glossed, pupils blown. Your eyes flutter closed, drool seeping out of the corner of your plump lips. You feel Rafe's breath on your skin, his soft tongue cleaning you off just as he did with the champagne, spitting it back into your open mouth this time.

His tongue tangles with yours, sloppy and breathless, as you swallow each other's sounds. "M'gonna cum," you gasp, feeling tears of pleasure well in your eyes.

"Me too, baby. You gonna make a mess? Let me clean it up for you," he pants.

"Yeah-ahh," you answer shakily. Warm liquid squirts from your sex, soaking Rafe's thick cock and his expensive sheets. "Fuck, Rafe," you whimper. I can't believe I just did that... I've only seen that in porn. Rafe quickly snuffs out your embarrassment as he coaxes you further.

"Fuck, baby. Just like that. I think my girls got more in her. Don't you?" He grunts, not letting up, applying more pressure to your clit. You feel it again; a second release, Rafe fucking you through the spurts of your climax.

Rafe was right. He always gets what he wants.

"Gonna cum... Gonna fill you so full, Princess. Fuck," he moans.

"Cum in my pussy, daddy."

Rafe's eyes roll back at the sounds of your voice, his release following close behind, muscles tightening as he floods you with his finish. He throws his head back, breathing deeply as he comes down from his high.

"Co'mere..." You whisper. Rafe gives you a satisfied smile, burying himself in your neck; holding you close for a moment before rolling you on top.

You rest your head on his chest, listening as his heart starts to slow with his breathing. Rafe's rough fingertips skim your spine as he releases a deep breath. "Mmm... Baby?" He mumbles sleepily, wrapping you tightly in his arms.

"Yes," you whisper, blissed out and breathless as you meet his beautiful eyes.

"You're never leaving."

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samandcolbyownme · 27 days

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Summary: Kooks and Pogues don't really get along, but reader and Rafe make it work.

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, fluff - Rafe is super clingy with you, secret relationship, flirting, secret texting, pogue!reader with possibly divorcing parents, kissing, lying to friends, sneaking off at a party, phone sex, masterbation, choking, biting, scratching, hair pulling, unprotected sex, filth

Word count: 4.9k | unedited

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You lay on your bed, smiling and giggling as you text back and forth with your very secret kook boyfriend, Rafe.

Yeah, yeah. Kooks and Pogues, they don't get along, blah blah.

But you and Rafe do.

Cannot wait to see you tonight, my beautiful girl. Did you pick out a dress for the party yet?

You bite down on your bottom lip, typing back a response to Rafe, Wouldn't you like to know, lover boy.

You tuck your phone back into your pocket and look up just as Kie walks in the door, "So tell me how we managed to get an invite to Sarah's party."

You sigh, "Okay. But you have to promise you won't get upset or tell anyone I told you."

She nods, "Ohh I like where this is going." She sits down on your bed, "Tell me."

"John B and Sarah are secretly seeing each other." You stare at her and she laughs, "What?"

You nod, "The only reason I know that is because I went over to hang out with John B and.. they must have lost track of time."

"Oh Jesus." Kie shakes her head, "I actually don't like where this is going."

You laugh slightly, "Yeah, I was actually shocked when I seen them, but honestly, after talking to them before she left." You shrug, "They seem to be really happy sigh each other."

Kie rolls her eyes, "Oh yeah. I'm sure."

You chew on your lip as your phone is one new message away from the secret you're hiding, too.

"Just.. let him tell you. Don't tell him I told you." You laugh, "As crazy at it seems, it seems to work."

"John B and Sarah Cameron?" She raises her brows, "That's just.. crazy to me. That would be like rafe and you."

Your heart skips a beat and you quickly push out a laugh, "Please." You roll your eyes, "Me and Rafe? That would never work, even if I wanted it to."

Kie looks at you and at this point, your heart is about to fall out of your ass.

She tilts her head, "I mean, I can say that Sarah is better than Rafe, I mean." She laughs slightly, "he's a psychopath." You force a laugh because you know that isn't true, for you at least.

Rafe is, literally on his hands and knees begging to see you.

He's good morning texts and last person you talk to before you go to sleep.

He's nothing like the Rafe they know.

Polar opposite.

"so I guess.. I'm just glad it's them two over the other option." Kie says and you look at her, "Oh yeah." You try not to seem nervous, "I'm happy for them, really."

She checks her phone, "Shit. I gotta go meet JayJ." She stands up, "I'll pick you up later? We can go to the party together."

You nod, "Okay." You watch as she leaves your room and you pull your phone out after hearing the front screen door shut.

A smirk grows across your lips as you read, Please. I miss my girl so much right now.

You get up, walking over to your closet as you type, Things been stressful lately?

You always loved how fast Rafe answers you.

No matter what he's doing, he makes sure to always answer.

You have no idea, baby. I haven't seen you, I need to feel you. Fuck, I miss you.

You have never seen a more softer side of Rafe. You honestly never really would, but to your surprise, you were the one who brought it out of him.

You are the only Pogue he'd ever really associate with in any other way. You have a way with him that even had himself questioning the whole thing for a while, but he got into you having control over him, too.

He still, now jokingly, is mean to you when you're around your other friends, only because he's mean to them, but you give it right back to him.

And he loves it, but pretends that he doesn't.

You pull your dress out of the closet and set it down to undress. You slip it on, giving yourself a look in the mirror, fixing it to make sure it shows your cleavage.

You snap a picture, typing a text before hitting send, Maybe you'll have to get me alone tonight so you can lift the back of this up, yeah?

You smirk at your screen, waiting for his text to pop up. You giggle as you read it, Was already on my mind, Princess.

You sit down on your bed and look at the time. You had to be ready in two hours. You bite your lip, shrugging as you start to type, Are you able to call me?

A few minutes later, your phone rings and you bring it to your ear as you answer, "Hey babe."

"What's goin' on Princess." Rafe asks with a laugh and you sigh, "Since you said you need me, too, I can't stop thinking about you."

"Ohh." Rafe sighs, "I see. I see. You want me to talk you through it, hmm?" You nod to yourself, "I do."

"Mm. Well you're lucky I got some free time."

You can hear Rafe getting up to shut his door and you smirk, dragging your dress up your thighs with your fingers.

"What are you doing right now?" Rafe asks, "Besides thinking about me."

You laugh slightly and smile, "I'm just pulling my dress up my legs."

"The one that I'm going to be pulling up later myself, huh?" Rafe asks and you sigh as you press your fingers onto your clothed clit, "Uh huh."

"Mm. That dress makes your boobs look incredible." You can hear the smirk in Rafe's voice and you giggle, "Thank you, baby."

"Are you rubbing that clit f'me, baby?" Rafe asks and you breathe out, "Yes." You slip your fingers into your panties and go back to rubbing.

"can't wait to fuckin' have you tonight." He groans, "You're going to look so good."

You slide your fingers down and dip them into your soaked cunt, "I'm so wet." You whisper out, a small moan escaping your lips.

"Fuck baby, you sound so sexy." Rafe groans quietly, "Goddamn."

You arch your back against your bed and squeeze your eyes shut, "I miss you."

"I miss you, too, baby." Rafe whispers, "Tell me what you're doing." He pauses, knowing you're still kind of shy to dirty talking, "You fingering that pussy?"

"Y-yes." You whimper out, looking down at your fingers slipping in and out of you, "Need you."

"You'll get me baby, I promise." There's a softer tone to his voice. Him being so vulnerable with you turns you on even more, "Fuck, I can't wait to feel it."

You grind your hips even more and gasp out, "R-Rafe." You whimper out, "S-so close."

"Come on baby." He sighs, "Just think about how good I'm going to feel inside of that tight little pussy tonight."

You moan in response and he chuckles, "There ya go, baby. Just think of me. No one fucks you like I do, yeah?"

"Fuck." You gasp out, knowing that he's right.

"Go on baby, say it." Rafe encourages and you pause as you think you hear the front screen door open and slam shut.

You gasp, whispering quickly, "Gotta go."

"Love you." Rafe says quickly and you smile, voice still low, "Love you."

You pull your dress down and stand up, locking your phone before walking towards the door, "Hello?"

"Oh it's just me, honey." Your mom yells and you sigh, "Thank god." You whisper, you lean out yelling back, "Okay."

You walk back into your room and sit back down on the bed, texting Rafe, Sorry. I heard someone come in. Wasn't sure who it was, but it was just my mom.

You sit up, moving over to start getting around for Sarah's party.

As you're doing your makeup, your phone goes off and you lean over to grab it. You smile as you see Rafe's name, Its all good, princess. Sarah came in asking me to move stuff right after we hung up.

You let out a sigh, Perfect timing then right?

You set your phone down and continue to get ready.

As you finishes getting around, you get a text from Kie, On my way. I'll let you know when I'm there.

You nod to yourself, I'm ready to go.

You stand up and walk over to grab your shoes. Once they're on, you make your way outside to wait.

As Kie pulls up, the boys lean out of the windows and yell at you. You laugh as you walk up to the passenger side of the car. Jj climbs into the back, giving you the seat.

"Aww." You say getting in and looking back at JJ, "How sweet of you."

He shrugs, "Ehh. Don't mention it."

You laugh and look at Kie, "Ready?" She asks giving you a thumbs up. You give her a thumbs up, "Hell yeah!"

You arrive to the party, parking next to the other cars. You get out, walking around and you look at the others as they gather, "So, what's the plan for if we get asked on why we're here?"

Your eyes move to John B and he shrugs. You nod, "Well just say that Sarah invited Kie and I and she said we can bring the others?"

They all look at each other and then back to you, "Sounds good to me." John B says and you all follow him towards the house.

You walk in, looking around for Rafe. You don't see him anywhere as you follow Kie. You make your way to the back and outside.

You managed to get drinks and you're finally able to get a sip.

"This place is packed." You say as you look around, a smirk instantly taking place on your lips as your eyes land on Rafe.

His eyes were glued to you, picturing what's under neath that dress.

"It's not bad out side." Kie says looking around and the boys walk up to you, chatting amongst themselves.

Kie scoffs, "Ugh. Rafe alert."

"And just how in the hell did the Pogue princess and her dwarves get an invite to my sister's party?" Rafe asks as he walks around to face the group.

His yellow shirt fitting tight again his body and the backwards head has you unable to fathom any thought that isn't dirty right now.

"Sarah invited Y/n and I." Kie speaks up and you blink, "Yeah, Rafe." You roll your eyes, "We're not awful people."

"My sister is in fact losing it." Rafe shakes his head, "Just don't get the fuckin' cops called, alright." His eyes move over you once more as he turns and he walks away.

You vowed with the group to never fall for a pogue, just like Rafe did with his other kook head friends.

But literally just one look and you were weak in the knees for him.

"Just don't get the cops involved alright." JJ mocks Rafe as he walks away, "Fuck off, man."

"Hey guys." Sarah says walking up to you, "I'm glad you're all here." You nod and look at John B and look back to Sarah, "Yeah thank you so much for inviting us."

She nods, "Anytime." She looks at John B and you knew that look. They were planning on sneaking off somewhere.

You smirk and lean up against the railing, "So is everyone invited or what?" Pope asks Sara with a laugh.

She rolls her eyes, "As soon as Rafe found out I was having a party, he was also having a party, so now we're sharing the space."

"What an asshole." John B rolls his eyes and you look behind Sarah, eyes locking onto Rafe. You tried so hard not to smile, you had to bring your cup to your mouth and look away.

You feel your phone vibrate and you know that's a queue to excuse yourself, "I'm going to go find the bathroom."

"I'll come with you." Kie says walking towards you.

You walk to the bathroom and you motion, "You can go first." She nods and goes in. You pull your phone from your small purse and pull your bottom lip between your teeth, Baby girl. You look so fucking good.

You tap back, glancing up at the door every now and then, Me? Let's talk about you in that shirt and backwards hat. You know that does it for me.

You lock your phone, hearing Kie rustle around in the bathroom. The door opens and you switch places with her.

You look down and lean against the wall as you read Rafe's texts, I know what it does to you babe. Partly why I wore it.

You roll your eyes and shake your head, Can't wait to get my hands on you. You toss your phone back into your bag and fix your hair before walking out.

You make your way down to get another drink and out to the backyard to find the others.

You look around, sipping from your cup and you can't help but smirk as you walk right by Rafe. His eyes trail on you the entire time you move past him.

You guys like fun little cat fights you do to keep things lowkey.

"Hey, wait a sec.." Rafe calls out and you stop, slowly turning around, "Are you talking to me?" You point to yourself and Rafe nods, "Yeah, Miss Pogue princess."

He steps towards you, "I'm talking to you."

You bite the inside of your lip to keep from smiling. You knew he hates pretending to be mean, but it was still fun for you.

If you're gonna ask why in here, ask your sister, Rafe. I already told you." You roll your eyes and he shakes his head, "Nah, nah. Nothing like that. Listen." He walks up to you and he leans in, voice really low, "Look, I'll try to hide it better, but we both know that I'm madly in love with you."

He leans back and smirks and you purse your lips, taking a step back as you flick him off and smile before turning away.

You make your way back to the others and you look around, "Where's John B?"

"Said he was going to get another drink." Pope shrugs, "But that was like almost ten minutes ago."

Kie looks at you and you tilt your head, nodding slightly. You basically confirmed you were thinking the same thing.

"What was that?" Pope motions between you and Kie, "That girl thing you just did?"

"You're losin' it Pope." You laugh and shake your head, "Oh here they come." You motion to JJ and John B, "Pope was worried."

They laugh and sit down next to him on the chairs. You look down at your empty cup, "I'm gonna go get a refill."

As you walk away, you pull your phone out of your bag and block the sides with your hands, I'm thinking about you right now.

You smirk, glancing up as you make your way into the house, I don't blame you.

You tuck your phone back into your bag and walk over to the drink table. You pour a drink and take a minute to stand where there really isn't anyone around.

Rate responds, Do you think you can make it to my room without anyone seeing you?

Your heart skips with excitement, I'll make it happen.

You put your phone into your purse and set your cup down. You carefully make your way towards the steps and said a few seconds before you head up.

You've snuck info Rafe's house just about as many times as you have snuck into his, so you knew exactly where his room is.

You look behind you as you grow closer to his room. You stop and open the door, biting your lip when he turns around to see you.

You walk in, shutting the door with your back to it. He walks over to you, "How's my girl doin'? Hmm." His hands slide up your hands and neck to cup your cheeks, "My fuckin' beautiful girl."

You smile and purse out your lips. He presses his to yours, smooching them a few times, "I missed you." He pulls you in and wraps his arms around you.

You wrap your arms around him and let out a sigh, "I'm glad we can manage to sneak away like pros." You laugh and Rafe nods, he looks down at you, "Did you get off earlier?"

You shake your head, "Nope."

He smiles, "I can help you with that." He winks and slides his hand down to yours, grabbing it and leading you over to his bed.

His eyes scan down over the dress that's hugging your body and he shakes his head, "I wanna rip this thing off of you."

"Later?" You bite your lip and he tilts his head, "Twice in one night, huh?" You bite your lip and nod, "Lucky you."

You lay back and smile up at him and he pulls the fabric up over your thighs, "Show me what you were doing earlier, princess."

You comply, even though you want him to be the one touching you.

You spread your legs and pull your panties to the side, your fingers finding their way onto your clit like before.

Rafe's eyes are glued to your fingers drawing circles on yourself, whimpering and moaning as you press harder.

Rafe inserts a finger into your cunt, slowly curling it and your eyes roll back as you moan, "Rafe."

"This what you wanted?" Rafe sits down next to you, dinner slowly sliding in and out of you, "Hmm? You want me to make you cum?"

You nod quickly, "Fuck yes yes yes."

He leans down, pressing his lips to yours and he sallows your moans, "as much as I wanna hear them pretty little sounds, you gotta be quiet, okay?"

You nod, biting down on your lip as he inserts another finger. You gasp, looking down at his hand between your thighs, "Fuck."

You clench around his fingers, grinding your hips down as you rub back and forth on your clit, "Fuck fuck fuck."

You whimper quietly, bucking your hips as Rafe guides you through your high, "Good job, princess." He presses a kiss to your forehead and stands up, "Now roll over so I can push this dress up."

You smirk and roll over into your elbows and knees.

You lean over slightly and look back at him. You watch as he undoes his belt to his pants. You wiggle your hips and he smirks, shaking his head, "You know.." Rafe starts out.

You tilt your head, "What do I know?"

He smirks, "You're pretty fucking sexy for a Pogue."

You can feel your cheeks turning red and you nod, "You're pretty fucking sexy for a kook." You smirk and he walks up, sliding his hands up under the fabric of your dress.

"You're not good for me." Rafe squeezes your hips and you push them back towards him. He presses his hips against you, his hard cock pressing into you, "But baby I cannot fucking help but want you."

Your lips part as he pushes your dress up over your ass, exposing it to him. He gives both of your cheeks a squeezes before delivering a smack to each one.

You win, biting down on your lip. You look back at him and he leans up over you, "You got that best pussy ever."

You smile and gasp as you feel your underwear get slowly pulled down. His fingers brush against your soaked cunt and he bites down on his lip, "you're fuckin' dripping for me princess."

You take an excited breath, "Like I said, I've been needing you."

"I'm not gonna make you wait any longer, baby. Okay?" Rafe pushes his hands down and rubs his hands over your ass cheeks.

You rest your head against the bed when you feel the head of his cock press against your cunt. A moan is ripped from your lips as he pushes into you.

"Ahh, baby.." he groans out quietly, "Don't wanna get caught now do ya?"

"N-no." You whimper out, pushing your hips back to meet each of his thrusts. "fuck fuck fuck." You reach back and Rafe grabs your wrist, pinning it to your lower back.

"So fucking right." Rafe pants out, continuing to slam his cock into you.

"Fu-Fuck.." you whine, squeezing his cock, "Rafe, baby. Shit. Shit." You moan and squeeze his cock one last time before you let go.

Your hand goes to your mouth as you try to muffle the moans you have no control over.

Rafe pushes your dress up, moving it out of the way before he pulls out, spilling his cum onto your back, "Goddamn."

You sigh, "Uh huh."

"Alright, baby. Don't move for me, okay?" Rafe says and you nod, watching as he goes and gets you something to wipe you off with.

He comes back and gets behind you again, "So I was thinking."

"Uh oh." You tease, "What were you thinkin' about?"

He stands up to get dressed and you roll over onto your side to look at him.

Rafe looks down at you, "Run away with me."

You blink a few times and shake your head, "What did you just say?"

Rafe laughs, reaching down to caress your cheek, "You heard me." You tilt your head into is hand, actually considering that it would be nice to spend at least one day together without getting any interruptions.

"No." You shake your head, "We can't do that."

Rafe shrugs, "Why not?"

You stare at him as you try and come up with an answer, but you can't think of anything, "Fuck."

Rafe walks up to you, "See." He chuckles, "Just imagine one week, some place where it's just you and I."

You chew on your lip, thinking for a second, "Rafe, I gotta tell you something." You lay your hands on his chest, "I can't leave."

He presses a kiss to your lips and Whines, "You won't regret this."

You smile slightly but quickly frown, "I need to be here for my mom. They're talking divorce and I just need to be here incase he just decides to leave."

"Oh baby." Rafe grabs your head and presses his lips to your forehead, "I'm sorry." You let out a sigh, "It's okay. You didn't do anything."

"No I know, but if I had known, I wouldn't have been there more for you." He runs his hands through your hair and sighs, "Are you.. I mean not alright but.."

You nod, smiling slightly, "Just you nonstop talking to me helps."

"I can come over later and you can just talk? Yeah?" He looks at you and you nod, trying not to cry, "Please?" Your voice is low and it makes him frown, "Of course, baby. anything you need."

He presses a kiss to your lips and you smile, "Then maybe once everything is settled we do that little thing you were talking about." You wink and he just smirks as he watches as you walk over to the door.

As you open it to go out, you ear JJ and Pope coming up the steps. You step back in and push the door shut, "Shit."

You look at Rafe and he gives you a confused look, "What's going on?"

"Pope and JJ, I think they're looking for me." You cover your mouth to conceal your laughter and Rafe puts his shirt back on, "Closet."

You look from Rafe to the open closet and sigh, "Okay." You walk over and step in, leaning forward to close the door.

You listen and hear knocking on Rafe's door. He walks over and opens it, "Man you guys are actually searching to get your asses kicked tonight, aren't ya?"

You smirk slightly and you hear JJ ask, "Where's y/n?"

"Why the fuck would I know where y/n is?" Rafe shoots back and JJ, being JJ, "Because if she were to go missing you're the first person I'd look into."

"Well, she's not up here. So good luck with that case, Detective Douchebag." Rafe says and you cover your mouth, trying not to laugh.

Detective Douchebag. Good one.

"She's probably just outside somewhere." Pope says urging JJ to leave.

"Yeah, outside. Where you should be instead of bothering me." Rafe says, "Oh. And when you find her, tell I said she looks hot for a Pogue."

"What the fuck did you just say?" JJ says and you can hear Pope calming him down, "Relax. He's just doing it on purpose. Come on."

Rafe closes the door and you emerge from the closet, "Did you really have to add the last part?"

He laughs, "I mean.. you are hot." He winks, and you know I have to fuck with them. I hate them, not you."

You roll your eyes and walk over to him, "I don't hate you either." You lean up and press your lips to his, "See ya later?"

His hands move to your waist and he tilts his head, "Um, that's a dumb ass question."

You laugh, "I was just double checking."

"I know." He smirks and kisses your cheek, "Let me check is the coast is clear." He peaks his head out and waves for you to come out.

You peck his lips and smile, "I love you."

He smiles, pinching your chin gently, "I love you."

You quickly make your way down the steps and half way down you realize you don't have your panties on.

You ignore it and make your way back to the drink table to get a new one. You pull your phone out, quickly texting Rafe, Do you happen to know where my panties are?

You put your phone back in your purse and you make your way through the crowded house to find your friends, "Hey."

"Where have you been?" Kie asks and you motion, "Oh I got sidetracked by-" you stop talking when you see Rafe walk out and you sigh, "I'm actually not feeling well. I think I'm going to walk home."

"I can drive you?" She steps towards you and you shake your head, "No it's fine."

"Are you sure? What's going on?" She leans in, "Are you okay?"

You nod, "Yeah, yeah. I just have a lot going on right now." You swore you'd never use it at an excuse, but you really didn't want them mad at you for seeing Rafe, "My mom and dad got into it again today about divorcing and just tensions are high.."

she nods, "Yeah, no. I completely understand." She lays a hand on your shoulder, "Call me if you need anything."

You nod, "I will. Thank you."

She smiles and your turn, walking down off the deck. You can hear Kie start to explain what you told her but their voices fade the further away you get.

You get your phone out of your bag and smile when you see Rafe's text, Yeah, I do actually.

You type the screen, Can I know where they are please?, resting your phone down as you continue to walk. your phone buzzes in your hand and you bring it up.

My left pants pocket.

A tingle courses through your body and you tilt your head, Not gonna lie. That's hot as fuck.

You bite your lip as you look back towards the house. You look down at your phone, I'm actually walking home right now, so if you wanna meet me there?

You hit send and keep walking.

It hits you that since he knows about your parents along with your friends, they'll all try to come at once time and you really don't want to see that.

you stop, going to text Rafe but a car pulls up beside you, coming to a stop. You look over and see Rafe as the window goes down.

You quickly get in and look at him, "What are you doing?"

He shrugs, "I don't need you walking home looking like that." He nods toward your body and you smirk, "So sweet of you."

You sigh, "Actually. I can't go home."

He starts to drive and gives you a confused look, "Why?" You laugh slightly, "Because my dumb ass told Kie that was my leaving for leaving, so they're probably going or, if not already on their way to my house now."

"And you don't want them knowing about us, hmm?" He lays a hand on your thigh, "I get it, baby." He glances at you, "Where do you want to go?"

You laugh, "Anywhere that I can come up an excuse for tomorrow."

Rafe gives your thigh a squeeze, "I know just the place." He bites his bottom lip and looks at you and you nod, "Let's go."

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a bet's a bet

rafe participates in no nut november

words: 1.9k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, female masturbation (with toys), p in v sex, unprotected sex

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nov. 1

“this is the stupidest thing i’ve ever heard.” you cross your arms over your chest, but your boyfriend doesn’t give in, remaining steadfast.

“i already agreed to the bet, baby. you can’t change my mind.” rafe simply says, focusing on looking out the window instead of at you, avoiding your glare.

“i have needs too rafe! i can’t believe you’d agree to this without talking to me first.” you stand up from the couch, tired of this conversation. you grab your laptop and head up to your shared bedroom.

if rafe was going to make a stupid bet to not cum for the entire month of november, then you are at least going to repurchase a vibrator and dildo that rafe threw away when you first started dating, claiming you’d never need them again.

you pay for rush shipping and use rafes credit card, because fuck him.

nov. 3

“come on, just eat my pussy.” you groan, legs spread wide open on the bed, trying to convince rafe to pleasure you, but he just shakes his head no.

“baby, if i eat you out, i’m going to fuck you too. i can’t cum and break the bet, it’s only november 3rd. it’s been three days, we can do this.”

you close your legs as rafe lays down in bed next to you. you shouldn’t even be particularly needy yet. it’s not like you haven’t gone this amount of time before without having sex, but knowing you can’t have him is torture.

you can’t imagine a world without rafes cock, you’ve gotten so used to being stretched out by him on the regular that an entire month without is giving you withdrawal symptoms, increasing your horniness to unbearable levels.

nov. 5

look what just arrived. you attach a picture of your opened package, pink dildo and vibrator sat inside the box.

rafe reads the message but doesn’t deem you a reply, too busy doing whatever with barry. you honestly doesn’t care as you cunt pulses, needing to feel something inside of it, knowing it won’t be anywhere near as satisfying as rafes cock, but it will do. for now.

you strip yourself free of clothing and lay down on the bed, not even needing to go into the hidden album on your phone of nudes rafe has sent you, or when he snatched your phone off the nightstand and videoed you getting fucked, you simply imagine rafe being there, being the one touching you.

you send snaps to rafe, hoping to entice him into coming home and giving you his cock, but when you send him a video of you coming on the dildo, he simply replies with good try princess.

nov. 6

“aren’t you jealous of my dildo?” you ask, purposely leaving it out on the bed, but rafe doesn’t say a word as he lays down for the night.

“of course i am. this is hell for me too, y/n, but a bet is bet.”

nov. 7

“they won’t even know. just fuck me, i need it.” you whine, rocking against the seat that you’re sat on, not even caring that you’re out on rafes boat, and anyone could see you, not when he’s shirtless, muscles gleaming in the sun, a slight sweat sheening his skin from the high temperature.

“i can’t lie, princess. besides, they’ll know.”

“please, i’m desperate.” you beg, sliding off the stool to sit next to rafe on the captains bench as he effortlessly steers the boat towards deeper water.

“sorry baby.” rafe just tsks.

“can we make out at least? you’ve barely kissed me at all this month.” it’s true, in an effort to keep himself from growing a boner and losing self control, rafe has kept all of your kisses brief.

“fine, but keep your hands away.” rafe says, also missing your lips against his.

you were hoping you could press your body against his, at least get some relief, but rafe does make you keep your distance as your lips glide over his.

nov. 9

“i think this counts as girlfriend cruelty.” you cross your arms over your chest after another unsuccessful attempt at begging rafe to fuck you.

“i’ll make it up with a shopping spree.” rafe offers, and it’s not as good as his dick, but you still agree to it.

nov. 10

“does it feel as good as me?” rafe whispers in your ear, resisting the urge to reach down and help you out as you’re sat on the bed, fucking yourself with your new dildo as he tries to ignore the pulsating erection, forcing himself to think about things that turn him off, even as you’re laid out masturbating in front of him.

“fuck no it doesn’t.” you grunt, desperate for an orgasm even though you hate doing it solo, especially when rafe is right there, able to help. “which is why you should give up on this stupid bet and fuck me. need your cock, baby, i miss it.” “sorry.” rafe kisses your cheek, but still watches you in fascination as you cum.

nov. 12

“miss you.” you tell rafe, snuggling into his side as his arms are wrapped around you, keeping you tight to his body as you cuddle, having just enjoyed a lazy day together.

“miss you too baby.” rafe kisses the top of your head, letting his hands touch your, rub over your back, but never venturing into dangerous territory.

“want you so bad.” you complain. you don’t mean to ruin the sweet moment, but you really are beyond desperate for rafe.

“18 more days, we can do it.” rafe says, but you’re really not sure that you can.

nov. 13

“maybe i’ll go sleep with topper.” you say, hands on your hips, finally getting rafes attention as his head snaps up.

“fuck you will not.” he grunts.

“well, this bet is between you topper and kelce, right? maybe i’ll just go make them cum and then you can finally fuck me. i would also get some new dick out of it.” “you’re being a brat.” rafe says, knowing they’re idle threats, there’s no way you’d ever cheat on rafe, you just want to get him to break.

“well what are you going to do?” you taunt. “it’s not like you can punish me.”

rafe just smirks.

nov. 15

“what are you working on?” you ask rafe, placing your hands on his shoulders as he types away on his laptop. you bend down and give him a kiss on the cheek as he hums about whatever project he’s doing. you rub your hands over his shoulders, mumbling something about tension and working too much.

you let your hands move forward against his chest, and then lower and lower, until rafe is pushing your hand away from his crotch.

“come on, please.” you pout.

“you’re halfway there, baby. we can do this. a little bit longer and i’ll make you cum every day in december.” “multiple times a day, i think i’ve earned it.” you argue back.

nov. 16

you’ve had it. you’re sitting watching rafe work out, pussy dripping into you’re underwear, and you’re done with the games and the stupid bet, you’re getting your boyfriend to fuck you today.

you leave the home gym, rafe asking you where you’re going as he lifts the weight, but you ignore him. you head into your bedroom, changing into rafes favorite pair of lingerie and a tall pair of heels that still don’t cause you to reach his height.

you walk back down the stairs, heels clicking on the hardwood floor as you reenter the gym.

“fuck, baby, don’t do this to me.” rafe drops his head into his hands, physically unable to look at you.

“no. fuck this bet. it’s so stupid, rafe, i’m about to explode. i need you to fuck me. i don’t care what you lose.” “fine.” rafe says, and you think you misheard him at first.

“what?” you question.

“get the fuck over here before i change my mind, god i need you.” rafe stands, meeting you halfway as your bodies clash, lips pressed hard against each others as you paw at rafes clothes, needing to see him in all his naked glory.

you don’t even care that he’s sweaty from the gym, or that he’s lowering you onto the tiled floor instead of your bed. you’re not going to take the time to move even a foot.

“take your shorts off, fuck.” you groan, hands slipping as you try to push them down his hips.

rafe pauses his assault on your mouth to push his shoulders and underwear down, his hard cock springing free, tip already leaking with his balls hanging heavy down, filled with need from going without an orgasm for so long.

you pull your underwear to the side, revealing your soaked cunt. all it took was rafe agreeing to have sex that you got a rush of wetness.

rafe doesn’t waste time fingering you to open you up. you’ve been consistent enough with your dildo that it doesn’t hurt at all as he slides in, his warmth pressing against your walls as rafe groans, eyes fluttering shut as he cums before he even gives you one thrust, spurting into your pussy.

it’s too quick for you, but you still moan, clit pulsing as you finally get your boyfriend inside of you again.

“fuck, forgot how fucking tight you are.” rafe moans, and despite just cumming, he begins to snap his hips again already, fucking the cum further into you.

you reach down with one hand to rub your clit, pulling your boobs out of your bra with the other, letting them bounce with every hard thrust rafe delivers, not going easy on you despite it being 16 full days since you last had him.

“never doing no nut november again.” rafe promises you, pressing your lips back together in a searing kiss as you wrap your free arm around his shoulder and pulling him into you, his chest pressing against your sensitive nipples.

“i love your cock so much.” you moan, knowing when this is over you are going right upstairs and throwing that dildo away again.

“cum for me baby.” rafe begs, already feeling a second orgasm build, somehow having more cum to give you.

“yes, rafe!” you shout, back arching up off the floor as you cum, rubbing your clit to completion as rafe finishes inside you again, the excess of cum spilling out even as he keeps himself deep inside of you.

rafe collapses on top of you, twisting to the side so all your weight isn’t on him. he flinches when his bare skin hits the floor. “fuck, it’s cold.”

“it’s tile, dummy.” you giggle, causing rafe to groan when your pussy tightens. “take me upstairs, please.” you press your lips to rafe.

“i need a little bit of a break, baby.” rafe says, and you can tell from the way his cock is steadily softening inside of you.

“nope, you can eat me out until you’re ready to go again. i absolutely deserve this.” rafe laughs softly, “okay, you do.”

nov. 17

“you didn’t tell me this is what you had to do if you lost!” you shout at rafe as he looks at himself in the mirror.

“would it have changed how crazy horny you were?” rafe asks.

“i mean- no.” you sigh. “but you could have told me! i probably could have made it 15 more days if you just fingered me or something!” “do you wanna do it for me or do i have to do it myself?” rafe asks, causing you to snatch the clippers out of his hand.

“i’ll do it.” you run the blade over his head, watching as the gorgeous blond strands of hair fall off your boyfriends head, having to buzz it because he couldn’t resist fucking you for an entire month.

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luxbub · 6 months

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brother’s best friend!rafe cameron nsfw

minors DNI +18

reader is +18

brother’s best friend!rafe who came to your brother’s pool party naively thinking that you wouldn’t be there

brother’s best friend!rafe who’s eyes widened when he saw you sitting on the lounger in your small bikini and big sunglasses, waving at him, all clueless to the eyes ogling you

brother’s best friend!rafe who could feel his cock starting to harden just by the little prep in your step as you walked up to him

brother’s best friend!rafe who was sure that you could definitely feel his hard on when you pressed your bikini clad body to his

brother’s best friend!rafe who felt his mouth dry when you pulled back, his hands instantly falling to your hips as you told him how much you missed him

brother’s best friend!rafe who could only look at you and your smile as he told you that he almost didn’t recognise you

brother’s best friend!rafe who squeezed your hips when you told him that you’re “all grown up now” with your pouty lips and fluttering eyelashes

brother’s best friend!rafe who was quick to come with you to your room when you asked him “to catch up”

brother’s best friend!rafe who pushed your bikini aside and immediately got to work

brother’s best friend!rafe who’s tongue felt so good and spoke words so good that you squirted as he pushed his tongue into your tight little hole

brother’s best friend!rafe who pounded into you so hard afterwards that you couldn’t walk straight on your way back to the party

brother’s best friend!rafe who walked out of your room with smirk but froze when he met topper’s glare

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heavenblvd · 2 months

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saw this tiktok where a girl jumped out of her bf’s moving car because she was losing an argument, and i’m thinking of that with rafe and fem!reader but with a twist to it <3

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rafe had hauled you into his truck, slamming the passenger door shut. anger was pumping through him, and he hastily got into the driver’s side, pressing on the gas to drive away from the party.

he was mad at you for not only wearing a short dress, but was mad at the fact men were giving you attention because of it. you knew very well that even if other males were to give you attention or flash you a charming smile, they knew better than to ever approach rafe cameron’s girl.

but for some reason, that knowledge didn’t stick to rafe’s own brain.

“my girl is out here, dressing like a fucking slut!” rafe yelled, and you rolled your eyes, ignoring the complete fact he was going 100MPH over the speed limit.

you would be okay with getting in a car accident at this very moment. maybe he would kick in some conscious or decent common sense into his head.

“want me to dress like i’m fuckin’ amish or something, rafe?” you asked, scoffing. “i get you want control or whatever, but my style is up for me to decide. not my fault you’re insecure.”

rafe’s head immediately snapped in your direction, eyes bulking with rage and madness, like a bomb about to go off. “the fuck did you just tell me?” he asked, mindlessly not paying attention the road in front of him.

“said its a not my fault you’re insecure,” you repeated, grinning happily. “a man who knows what he’s secures with doesn’t fucking trip every minute — all you do is worry, and get mad at the attention people give me.”

“i’ll throw you out this fuckin’ car right now,” he threatened, and you shrugged, picking at your acrylic nails. “leave you on the side of the road for someone else to get you.”

“yeah, hopefully it’s topper or cameron,” you said, bored of rafe’s threats. when you date a guy like him for over a year, doesn’t take much to start yawning and getting tired of his bullshit.

“you’re a whore,” he went on, and you hummed, glad to see he at least had his eyes back on the road. “parading yourself around like some tramp. looks like i’m with a fuckin’ pogue or something.”

“said you’ll throw me out of this car, right?” you wondered, taking off your seatbelt, and rafe eyed you for a hast moment. “i’ll just do the job for you,” you unlocked the passenger door, throwing your stilettos and purse out before you could proceed with them.

rafe reflexively pulled you backwards by the back hemming of your strapless dress, his other hand stern on the wheel. “what the fuck is wrong with you!” he shouted, slamming on his brakes in the middle of the road, and put the car in park. he tugged you back into your seat, and grabbed your jaw roughly, forcing eye contact. “some sorta attention seeker, huh baby? just trying to piss me off more.”

“thought i’d stick to your word for you,” you told him, and he panted heavily, his boiled anger coming visible to you. you only smiled, flashing doe eyes at him while batting your lashes. “can you grab my purse and shoes, then? least you can do, rafe.”

he let go of your jaw, staring at you for a moment with thoughts toppling all in his mind on what to do with you. he got out of the truck, went to grab your stuff, and tossed it down on your lap when he returned.

“you’re some fuckin’ surprise, baby,” rafe said, continuing the drive back to tannyhill. “you’re in for it when we get back home.”

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shellxrls · 3 months

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MDNI | 18+ content cw: explicit sexual content - unprotected PinV

rafe cameron likes to hold you down while fucking you in missionary. his whole body moves with each thrust, abs clenching, back muscles rippling and his shoulders growing tense with pleasure. he’s got your ankles propped up on his broad shoulders, kissing your calves while repeating how good you’re being for him - “takin’ me so well baby.” the curve of his dick hits your sweet spot just right, and when you start to squirm he leans down to restrain you with his body weight, chest bare against your own as his sweat sticks to your skin and warms you. the closeness of it all overwhelms you, his skin sliding against your own, muscled pelvis hitting you clit every time he sheathes himself inside of you, and the squelch of your combined slick every time he pushes himself in deeper. your fingers scratch at his buzz, struggling to find purchase with the lack of give his short hair provided, while attempting to chase your hips upward for more friction on your clit. “not yet, gotta wait f’it,” rafe groans, planting sloppy kisses on the base of your neck, stimulating your most sensitive spots until he gives you permission to cum around him.

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zyafics · 2 months

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stay the night | rafe cameron (18+)

pairing: rafe cameron x female reader

summary: when rafe cameron sees you as just a fuck buddy, you embody the role and remind him what that means.

warnings: MDNI, 18+, smut, jealousy, dominance play, oral receiving (f + m), fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex, cockwarming, praise kink, a little bit of fluff at the end

word count: 5.5k

zya's notes: i originally had this planned for my “brother’s rival” series but it didn’t fit so here u go

dedication: thank u @xorafe for beta-reading and ur feedbacks, u truly are a real one <3

𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃 ⋆.˚ ⋆.˚ ⋆.˚ ⋆.˚

Rafe Cameron doesn't get jealous.

You two aren't a couple. You are nothing more than casual fuck buddies that are conveniently located within proximity of one another when one of you need to blow off some steam or get off. The feeling is completely mutual.

However, you've been exclusive.

It's unspoken, of course. No one is willing to admit that they don't want the other to be sleeping with other people and you settled on that ambiguity.

You thought it could mean something more.

You thought wrong.

The other day, after fooling around, you laid in his bed, wearing nothing, and asked if you could stay the night. As part of your undefined relationship, you don't do sleepovers. Rafe doesn't do sleepovers. However, he was the one who was calling you after midnight. He was the one who wanted you to sneak out of your house, where your parents placed a curfew. If you go home now, you would be caught dead in the act and get into trouble. It would be easier to save yourself and stay over.

"No." Rafe declared, not letting the suggestion linger for more than a second. You lifted yourself from the bed by propping your elbows against his mattress, staring at the man who's searching for his throwaway clothes on the floor and redressed himself. "We don't do sleepovers. I don't want to be caught with a Pogue."

"Rafe." You said with a hint of annoyance. He saw you naked, but he was afraid of being seen with you in public? "It's fucking four in the morning. My parents are going to see me."

He scoffed. "Not my problem."

"So what? You don't care if I get in trouble?"

He shrugged, pulling his shirt over his chest. "You're just a fuck."

You said nothing. You just stared at him. He quickly gets dressed and finds your clothes around his floor, throwing them on the bed for you to take. With a huff, you pull yourself from the comforts and put them on.

"I'll call you." He said as you walked out of his bedroom, but you didn't answer him. All you did was flip him off and make your way out.

The next morning, you got in trouble with your parents regarding your absence. But, you said nothing, taking the lecture they gave you and headed to your room.

And you thought, if he sees me as a quick fuck, fine. I'll be just that.

The next Kook party, you were there. You always attended Kook parties, despite being a Pogue, simply because the alcohol is all free and it tasted better. No more cheap beer on The Boneyard, but you had to admit—the music was better.

Kooks can't play for shit.

This party happened to be on Tanneyhill, the mansion where Rafe lived. You haven't seen him since the last time you hooked up, and it's been the longest you've gone without seeing each other. Sure, he called you but you let it go to voicemails and all his texts were left on read. You know, without a doubt, Rafe would be looking for you and attempting to pull you to the nearest bathroom to fuck your brains out.

But you didn't care.

(Maybe just a little).

After dancing for a while, grinding against random strangers and making conversations with some friends of yours, you settled into a seat next to a Kook. He introduced himself as Ethan, and you chat with him as you drink from your cup, making small talk about what you're doing this summer.

He seemed interested enough. His eyes shamelessly glance down at your top, which practically shows off your tits, and floats back to your lips a couple of times. You knew if you wanted to, he would've follow you to a bedroom and fuck you.

But you didn't.

You laughed at his jokes. You told some of your own.

All while having an nagging feeling of a pair of eyes on the back of your head.

You didn't need to turn around to know who it was. You know exactly who.

And Rafe Cameron is fuming.

He noticed you when you first walked in, in a top that shows off too much and a skirt that covers practically nothing. You walked into Tanneyhill as if you owned the place, despite being a Pogue, and that's one of the things that irritates him about you.

But it also made him attracted to you.

Your confidence. Your demeanor. You never backed down when Rafe tries to put you in your place and you never let him gain control without a fight. He likes that you make him work for it; there's a thrill in the chase. Because he knows, at the end of the day, it's his bed that you ended up in. It's his cock that you're sucking.

But, at this moment, he isn't so sure. Instead of being in his arms, talking to him, you were talking to some random fucking guy who attended Kook Academy and is making you laugh.

You didn't even bother to tell him you were coming.

Rafe thought he could hold it in until he got you alone.

But that was before the guy put his hand on your upper thigh and you let him.

It takes mere seconds for Rafe to cross the yard, and when he comes behind you, it surprises you at how silent he was. "Get your hands off my fucking girl," he snapped at Ethan and before Ethan got the chance to back off, Rafe grabs your arm and pulls you off the chair, taking you inside of Tanneyhill.

You let him drag you for a few moments. The booze in your system is making your reaction sluggish, but when the realization dawns on you, you finally pull away when you reach in front of his bedroom, hidden in a dark hallway.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

He scoffs at your words. "What am I doing?" He repeats. You nod. He jabs an accusing finger in your direction. "What the fuck are you doing?"

You lift the cup to your lips. "I'm drinking."

His eyes are livid. "With that guy?" He gestures outside where Ethan is, jealousy pouring from his words and he sounds like he's using every inch of restraint he has to hold everything together. You shouldn't be enjoying it so much, but you are. When you don't answer him, feigning a bored expression, Rafe gets more frustrated. He doesn't like that you aren't reacting. He doesn't like it at all. "What's your fucking problem?"

You lift your shoulders in a casual shrug, pressing the red solo cup against your lips and says, "thought I was just another fuck."

He knows you were throwing his words back at him. He knows that this is some fucking test that you're doing to drive him bad. He also knows it's working, so much so that he knocks the cup out of your hands, causing the content to spill all over his marble floor. "Fuck you."

You scoff, unfazed by his aggression. "You already did." You say, and while Rafe is silently raging underneath, you decide to take it a step further. Closing in the distance until you're right in front of his face, you smirk, "and you fucking loved it."

Rafe is breathing hard, his blue eyes searching your face, his chest raising and falling in rapid beats as frustration rolls off of him, all while you tip your head to the side, raising your brow, challenging him to respond.

He does.

By slamming his lips against yours.

One of his hands catches the back of your neck as he presses a bruising and punishing kiss against your lips, eliciting a moan from the back of your throat. Instinctively, you throw your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer.

"You're mine." He breathes against your lips when you break apart, trailing kisses down the column of your neck as you tip your head back to give him more access, feeling his mouth working against your skin. "And no fucking asshole from the Academy is going to take you away from me."

Wanting to tease him further, you say. "What if I leave?"

He answers you by sucking on a sensitive spot on your neck, causing you to arch into him and let out an involuntary moan as his free hand descends down to your short skirt and roughly palms your ass. Rafe chuckles against your skin, satisfied by your body's reaction to him. "Then no one is going to make you feel like I do."

His hands move to pull down your top, causing your tits to spill out of the fabric. The cold air pricks at your exposed skin and Rafe takes a beat of a second to admire you before lifting his gaze to meet you in an easy, cocky grin.

"So ready for me," he teases, moving his hand up to play with your hardened nipples between his fingers. You let out a small sigh. "God, you're fucking gorgeous."

"Shut up," you say, not liking how his words are making your cheeks flush with heat and a flutter of butterflies to swarm your stomach. This is just a fuck, you remind yourself. He lifts his blue eyes to meet you for a brief second before descending his mouth down to cover one of your nipples.

You always like playing with yourself there. As his tongue swirls around the sensitive tip, his teeth lightly graze against the bud, causing your moan to echo across the hallway and his hand immediately slaps over your mouth, silencing them.

Rafe's eyes lock with yours. "You don't want anyone to hear what a needy girl you are, do you?"

You clench your jaw underneath his hand, at his dominance, but when you don't answer fast enough, he asks again. "Do you?"

You shake your head and he pulls himself off of you, the cold invades the absence of his heat. But, Rafe doesn't leave you for long. He grabs your hand and pulls you into his bedroom. The moment the door slams close, his lips return on yours and his hands explore over your exposed body.

Your core clenches as Rafe slams you against the back of the door, kissing you hungrily as he lowers his hand to the cutoff of your skirt and pushes the flimsy material up to your hips before cupping your pussy.

"God, you're dripping," he says with a small laugh, looking up to you. "Are you this wet for me, baby?"

You are. Rafe Cameron has a way to make your entire body responsive to him, his touch, his kisses, his everything. But, you don't want to let him know that. You don't know how much you want it, how much you need it.

Instead of answering him, you say with a roughness to your voice, "if you don't fuck me, Cameron, I'll find someone else who will."

Humor leaves his face and his expression hardens. He cups your cunt hard, causing you to involuntary jolt forward into his hand and a small whimper to escape you. "This is mine. No other fucking man is going to touch this but me."

"Big words for someone who hasn't made me come."

His eyes darken and, with your taunting and teasing getting to him, he finally pushes your panties to the side and inserts a rough finger inside of your pussy, causing you to wince at the abrupt motion. "Can you handle it?"

You nod with closed eyes, feeling as he adds a second finger, thrusting in a steady but rough pace, his other hand fondling with your tits.

You lean back against the door with heavy breaths, moaning and clenching as your orgasm builds from his rhythm. Rafe knows your body, he knows you're about to come, and as your moans get more erratic and you grind harder into his hand, he quickens his thrusts. Leaning into you, he says to your ear, "let it out, baby."

You do.

Your walls clench around his fingers tightly as you ride on your high, so much so that you hear his muttered fuck under his breath. When you're slowly coming down from your climax, Rafe removes his hand. The loss of his touch causes you to frown but before you get the chance to open your eyes and complain, he pushes the wet digits against the entrance of your lips. "Suck."

You want to argue back, about him telling you what to do, but you can't seem to help but listen. Your eyes open and find his face, watching you as you suck his fingers clean of your arousal. "Good girl."

When he withdraws his fingers, clarity dawns on you. He's wearing too much while you're practically exposed. You didn't like how uneven the playing field is, and with a gesture to his shirt and pants, you demand. "Take it off."

His smirk is smug. "Eager, aren't we?"

"If I have to be naked, so do you."

"You aren't naked." He gestures back to you and you look down at yourself. While your tits are showing and your panties are soak, he's right, you technically aren't naked. Not afraid of backing down from a challenge, you easily pull your tiny top over your shoulders and push your skirt and panties down to your ankles.

Stepping out of them, you look back to see Rafe admiring your naked body. You can see the outline of his erection straining against his pants, and for a moment, a self-consciousness creeps up on you and you blush. With a hard swallow, you point to him. "Your turn."

The corner of his lips quirks up at how demanding you are and he pulls his shirt over his body, revealing the defined and taunt muscles of his chest underneath. Your mouth waters. You watch as he goes for his belt—knowing you’re watching—that he teases it out slowly. He messes with the buckle, taking his sweet time, that you grow impatient.

"Goddammit," you mutter under your breath, approaching him and pushing his hands out of the way, sinking to your knees as you unbuckle the belt with ease—practices from all the other times. When you pull it out of his pants, you stop, looking up to Rafe.

"Go on, princess." He gestures, a cocky grin at the sight of you on your knees for him. "Finish what you started."

You hate how much power he has over you this time, how he is telling you what to do, but because of how needy you are, how much you want him between your legs and his cock to be in you, you listen. You unzip and pull down his pants, revealing an impressed bulge underneath his briefs. With one easy tug, you freed his cock and it stood in front of you, hard and leaking with pre-cum.

On your knees, you look up to see Rafe watching you, waiting to see what you do. His eyes are hungry and his arousal is obvious. Tentatively, you wrap your hand around the thick cock, your fingers barely connecting together because of his girth.

And slowly, you rub up and down his shaft.

A hiss leaves the back of Rafe's throat and satisfaction pools in your core at the realization that you are making him feel this way, that you have this much control. "Faster." He commands, his voice thick with desire.

Instead of listening to his orders, you open your mouth and take his cock in your mouth, swallowing the salty taste as you swirl your tongue at his head. Added with the motion of your hand playing with his balls, and rubbing him up and down, Rafe can’t help but rock his hips against your face.

“Fuck,” he swears, his hand finds your hair and pulls your closer to him, as your grip around him gets firmer and you hollow your cheeks, creating a stronger suction. Rafe groans under your touch, tugging the root of your strands, wanting you to do anything and everything to build him closer to his climax. “Fuck, baby, I’m close.”

With that pride of information, you slow down, your fingers loosen their pace and you pop the cock out of your mouth. Rafe feels the instant loss of touch and he looks down at you, his expression hard and angry.

"What the fuck?"

"Say please."

He says your name in a command, but you don't budge.

Rafe's blue eyes are hard. He knows you do this. He knows you like to mess with him, take back control whenever you find yourself in a small position of power and remind him of his place. Irritation builds in his chest, this time worse than the others, but so does his delayed climax. He needs it more.

With a reluctant sigh, he says, "please."

You return your motion, moving in slow, torturous strokes as your hand moves up and down his slick length, creating enough pleasure for him to feel but not enough friction to ease into his climax. Your mouth has yet to return on his cock and without the added assistance, his jaw tense and his frustration and horniness builds.

In a desperate plea, Rafe begs, "baby, please."

His voice didn't sound like his own and his words are so rough, so willing, that you can't help but alleviate him from his misery. You reconnect your lips on his tip and begin to rub his faster, firmer, sucking him harder. With the edge of delay, Rafe comes fast with a guttural groan, spilling in your mouth as you lap over the taste, swallowing all of it.

Rafe lowers himself and guides you back to your feet, pulling you towards the bed and pushing you flat against the mattress, laying on your back.

He lowers himself off the edge of the bed, sinking to his knees as he steps in front of your exposed pussy, and looks up to see the self-satisfied smirk on your face at the little stunt you pulled back there. In a low voice, he says, "you're going to regret that."

A finger drags up your slit, in a slow motion, gathering your wetness on the digit but producing enough pressure that it makes you whine. You try to grind yourself against his hand but he lays his palm on the flat of your stomach, holding you in place.

When his eyes connect with your needy gaze, he says, “my turn.”

Dipping his head between your legs, he kisses your inner thighs in slow, agonizing touches. It produces an aching feel to your core as he gives careful attention to both of your thighs, slowly creeping up to your throbbing cunt, but not quite giving you a release.

Rafe lingers on a particular sensitive spot near your pussy, sucking and kissing the placement until you're writhing in pleasure and frustration, desperate to feel his tongue in you.

"Rafe," you say with a throaty beg and he grins against your skin.

"I said you're going to regret it."

"Yeah, and if you take any longer, I'm going to go downstairs to find Ethan."

Rafe hates it when you mention other men, or even think of other men, especially when he’s fucking you, but it does the trick as he moves between you and his fingers spread your folds. “You are this wet for me, baby, not Ethan,” he reminds you, before lowering himself to your pussy, flattening his tongue against your center before moving up and down in slow strokes.

“Fuck,” you moan as he finds your sensitive clit and sucks on the nub, the sound of wetness fills the bedroom as the low volume of the music thumps from downstairs. He lets one finger enter your cunt, beginning at a slow pace. “Rafe, ohmygod.”

He moves faster, rougher, lapping out your taste as if he was dying of thirst. With his finger quickening and his tongue working a miracle on you, another orgasm builds.

“I’m close,” you whisper and he nods. He moves with precision and god, Rafe Cameron is good at eating pussy. When his tongue enters into you and the pad of his thumb rubs circular motions around your clit, you can’t help but arch into his pleasure and come on his face.

You fall against the mattress with a heavy breath, but Rafe doesn’t stop. He continues to suck and lap and rub, causing you to wrap your thighs tightly around his head. You’re already so exhausted, so sensitive, coming down from your high, but that does nothing to satiate the man between your legs—fingers and tongue buried inside of you, still hungry.

Your thighs violently shake and your fingers rack through his hair, pulling, “ohmygod, ohmygod,” you moan as he works another orgasm from you, your stomach tightening and the pressure being so unbearable you feel as if you’re going to cave and explode.

“Come for me, baby, I want another one.” He mumbles against your cunt, the low hum of his voice vibrates through your body in a pleasurable sensation. With a rougher pace and a harder suction around your clit, you come for a second time in a row.

You’re an absolute wreck when he pulls away and, assessing the damage he caused, Rafe chuckles at the sight before him. You splay out on the mattress, breathing heavily with low lids and the prettiest pussy. He lowers himself, placing both hands on either side of your head to carry his weight, he plants a soft kiss on your lips.

His eyes set on you, a gentle gaze, and whispers. “Can you take another, baby?”

Though you are weak from all the orgasms you endured, you still nod, looping your arms around his neck as he descends closer to you, planting kisses against your lips, the corner of your mouth, to the edge of your jawline. You can feel his erection grazing at your entrance, waiting to enter, and the thought itself ignites another round of passion and need within you.

Rafe pulls back just enough to line his cock against your wet folds. Before he enters, he looks up to you, waiting for a confirmation sign. When you nod, he slowly pushes the length into your aching core and you jerk forward.

He goes in slow at first, allowing your walls to adjust to his size because, no matter how many times he’s been inside of you, it still takes a moment for your pussy to register that this is him. That this is his pussy. A hiss escapes the back of his throat. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

You, with what little strength you have left, push yourself up as he rocks against your hips, beginning his thrusts. You get closer to him, grabbing his shoulders, while he takes the opportunity to play with your tits.

This new position allows him to enter deeper inside of you, hitting a new angle, causing you to let out a cry from the explosion of pleasure. In addition to the remnants of the orgasms you had a few moments prior, as Rafe pounds into your very sensitive core, you begin to feel as if you’re seeing stars.

Rafe leans down, closer to your ear as he asks, "who's fucking you?"

You feel your stomach knot and tighten, knowing he’s getting you close. But, you also can feel his cock twitching inside your walls, alerting you that he’s also getting close. With this dynamic power, you turn your head to face Rafe, connecting your heavy-lid eyes with his.

“Ethan.”

Rafe stills. His eyes darken at your words, watching the way your lips curl with an innocent look and he decided he hates it. He hates this little power play you're doing to him, he hates how it's working. He knows that you two are nothing more than fuck buddies, but without the reassurance that you are his—fully, devotedly his—he doesn't know if you haven't fucked another guy before. If you haven't had Ethan's name on your lips.

His hand lowers between the two of you, lightly grazing against your sensitive clit. You jolt into his touch. "Did you fuck him?"

His voice is low, dangerously low, as you watch how serious he turned with the tease of another man's name. You tilt your head to the side, challenging him. "And if I did?"

He pinches your clit and your hips arch forward, but he uses his other hand to grab it still. Your core throbbing while he remains inside of you and does nothing. You realize, in this moment, that you might've gone too far. You feel full and have everything in your possession to make you reach your highest peak but you chose to delay it with a joke that wasn't even that funny.

Especially not now.

Rafe slowly rubs your clit with his fingers, painfully light, teasing and punishing you all in one. You gasp into his touch, but he doesn't let you move. His grip remains firm on your hips, holding you in place as you ache around his cock, as he can feel your walls clench around him, begging to be fucked.

But he needs to hear you say it.

"Rafe," you choke, and his eyes connect with yours. Your eyes are teary, your breathing is erratic, and you are trying desperately to produce some friction between your legs and give you some semblance of pleasure. "Rafe, move."

"No, princess," he says with a deadly calm, shaking his head. "You want to play mind games with me all night, fine. But tonight, I'm going to fucking hear you say my name." He repeats himself with aggression, his fingers skims across your sensitive nub. "Who. Is. Fucking. You?"

You grip his shoulders, your eyes meeting his, and your core aches painfully. You try to grind yourself against him, trying to produce some friction of your own, but he uses both hands to grab your hips, stilling you in place with a deadly grip you are sure is going to leave a mark.

He shakes his head, firm on getting the answer out of you.

With teary eyes, you beg. "Please, Rafe. Please."

He grins with that self-satisfying charm. He loves it when you finally break your dominance. He loves it more when he can break you.

His thrust begins at a slow rate, still on the edge of punishment, but at least you can feel some friction producing between your legs. You look down at his cock entering and leaving your cunt, the image gratifying, but Rafe roughly grabs your chin and forces you to look back up.

"Look at me." He commands, his voice shallow as the slow thrust is killing him, but he needed to teach you a lesson. "I want you to remember this when you're looking at anyone else. Talking to any other fucking guy. Remember how I make you feel."

You nod frantically. Desperate at this point to say anything to get Rafe to move faster, harder, providing you with your climax. He sees it in your eyes, how he finally got you, that it makes him smile.

"God, look at you," he chuckles. "You want me to fuck you so bad."

"Yes," you beg, "yes, please. I'll do anything."

"Anything?" He asks again, the proposition is too nice to tease out.

You nod, blinking through the tears. "Anything."

He grins at this exchange of power, when he holds all of it, that he finally relents and quickens his pace. You grip harder on his shoulders as Rafe thrusts into you, rocking his hips against yours.

You claw and moan against his skin, using it as an anchor for all the pain and pleasure ripping through you, and he takes it as a mark of honor. When he lowers one hand between the two of you, using the pad of his thumb to rub small circles around your clit, you see stars float in your vision.

"I'm coming," you pant against his skin. "God, please, I'm coming."

Rafe's hand finds the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him, and nods. "Come for me, baby."

When you feel your orgasm hit its all-time high, you slump in exhaustion against his shoulders, while he continues to move in and out of you. It takes a few seconds later before Rafe comes, feeling his hot cum leaking out of you.

He doesn’t remove his cock from your pussy and honestly, you don’t want him to. You want to stay like this for a moment, to catch your breath and come to the dawning realization that this is the best sex of your life. You didn’t want it to end.

Rafe lays his chin on your small shoulder, pushing your wet hair to the side as he recovers.

“Be my girl.” He whispers, so quiet, that you thought you imagined it. You weakly pull back, connecting your widened eyes with his.

"What?"

"Be my girl," he repeats once more, his blue eyes vulnerable and tracing your features to see if there's any hint of rejection on the bay. "I can't fucking stand you with other guys. I don't even want you to say their names. I want you. All of you."

You hesitate. "Rafe..."

"You said you'll do anything." He reminds you.

"You said you don't want to be seen with a Pogue."

He growls. "Fuck what I said," he snaps with a shake of his head, raising his hand to wipe the leftover tears from your face. "I want you. I don’t care about anything else. Just say yes."

You look at him and soften your gaze. You have wanted this, you admit, you wanted him to confess to you that he wants you as much as you want him. But, for a moment, in this brief second, you’re afraid that if you agree you would submit to everything you’ve fought against. The control you tried so hard to retain.

He sees it. He knows you’re having an internal battle. Using his hand, he cups the side of your face, the heat and comfort of his palm makes you instinctively lean into him. “Please.” He begs softly, giving you one last shred of power.

With a small chuckle of your own, you finally nod. "Okay."

He grins, and without hesitation, presses another kiss against your lips. This time, it lacks the power and control you two have been fighting for all night but rather is sweet, sensitive and patient. He pushes you back against the mattress, using his arms to hold up his weight.

When he pulls apart, both of you are out of breath and breathing heavily. He offers you a genuine smile, at how proud he is that you’re his, and uses the pad of his thumb to rub across your flushed cheeks. “God, you’re gorgeous.”

You blush, waiting to pull away from his touch but Rafe knows you. He grabs a hold of your face, holding you in place so you can’t tear your gaze from him. “I’m serious. Since you’re my girlfriend now, you have to get used to that or else people are going to assume I don’t compliment you enough.”

You scoff. “You don’t. The only times you say nice things to me is when you’re in me.”

“Yeah?” He challenges, cocking one of his brows. You nod. “That’s going to change. Prepare for me to shower you with compliments every time I see you,” he says, as he lowers himself and plants a soft kiss on your shoulder blade. “Especially when I’m in you.”

You roll your eyes, pushing him off as your eyes find the clock in the back of the wall. You didn’t realize how late it was.

“Fuck,” you mutter under your breath. Rafe turns to you, his brows knit together in confusion.

"What?"

"It's almost one am. I promised my parents I was going to go home at eleven."

He glances at the clock, before returning his gaze back to you. "Stay the night."

"What?"

"You said it would save you trouble, right?" You hesitantly nod. "Just stay the night."

You can’t believe what you’re hearing. You can’t believe how much he’s willing to give in now that you’re finally his. Maybe you should’ve made him jealous a long time ago. Your first instinct is to tease him about it, but you decide that you had enough power play. The both of you deserve some rest and plus, sleeping with Rafe would be a comforting feel after the sex you just had.

When he comes to approach you, settling between your legs as he waits for an answer, you run your hands through his messy blond locks. “Okay.”

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looking to score (one-shot)

pairing footballcaptain! rafe cameron x female headcheerleader! reader

rating explicit 18+

summary rafe has been flirting with you all season long. just when you think he’s never going to actually seal the deal, you do something to make him dangerously jealous and he realizes he’ll need you to prove who you’re loyal to.

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The state championship game coming up means there are two sure things you can count on.

One, you have to hold twice as many cheerleading practices to make sure your routines are clean and flawless.

And two, everyone on campus has Rafe Cameron’s name in their mouth.

He’s the starting quarterback, the captain of the football team, the fucking pride and joy of your college. For him, it’s awesome. He loves the attention. As for you, you’ve given up on trying to stifle your eye-rolls any time someone mentions him.

Rafe is the cockiest man you’ve ever known. Your interactions with him have been limited, but telling. He’s been teasing you all season, flirting and acting like he’ll finally put a move on you. But then he never does.

Before every home game, as team captains, you stand first in your respective line in the tunnelled corridor that leads out to the football field. This gives Rafe a nice few minutes to flirt with you and does he love to lay it on thick.

Today, finally, it’s the day of the championship game, and your college is hosting. The campus is buzzing with excitement, colorful signs in the stands, every parking lot full.

You’re waiting in your usual spot. The crowds in the stands outside are roaring and the conversations of cheerleaders and college staff are bouncing around the concrete tunnel.

The players aren’t here yet, but you know it’s only a matter of minutes before Rafe leads them down the hall, pausing next to you, messing with you like always.

It’s almost torment the way he works you up, then does nothing about it. Nonetheless, you look forward to this little routine you two have and hope he puts his money where his mouth is one day.

Rafe lives for the buzz before a home meet. The local fame he amasses, the promise of an hour-long game where he’s celebrated for his aggression, the opportunity to talk to you before he steps out onto the field… it’s electrifying.

When he saunters down the corridor towards you, all height and breadth and fucking ego, his eyes trail down your body like he’s imagining what’s underneath your cheerleading uniform.

“Damn,” he lowly mutters to you. “I swear, that skirt keeps getting shorter.” He leans back against the hard wall, waiting for his cue to rush the field.

“Wishful thinking,” you reply, crossing your arms.

Rafe soaks in the sight of your cleavage, the way your tits press together under your v-neck top when you stand like that. His blood runs hot like it always does when he sees you.

“This is a big game,” he says. He’s rolling his helmet in his big hands, his shoulder pads wide, the red of his jersey somehow making his blue eyes look even bluer. “You shouldn’t be distracting me.”

“Do you ever give it a rest?” you ask. He bites his lip, gaze dropping to your legs.

“We both know you don’t want that.” His smirk is so cocky, his dimples so taunting, that you have to look away from him. He’s almost too hot.

“Got me there, Rafe,” you say sarcastically. When you roll your eyes at him, his dirty mind immediately imagines you doing that from pleasure while he fucks you.

“Good, get used to saying my name,” he chuckles.

“Because I’ll be screaming it later, right?” you quip. “Original.” Regardless, you feel yourself flush a little when you imagine him on top of you.

“I’m just sayin’, be prepared,” he says, amused as hell. The band starts playing the familiar entrance music in the stands, prompting you to get ready to run out.

“You want me so bad, it’s embarrassing.” You kneel over to pick your pompoms off the ground, purposely perking your ass in his direction. He feels his groin tighten at the view.

“I’m not embarrassed,” he says. You meet his eyes and can’t stifle the smile on your face, shaking your head as he pulls his helmet over his head.

Goddamn, he wish he knew if he actually had a chance with you. But he hasn’t ever made a real move, sure you’d reject him in a heartbeat. It’d be too big a blow to his ego.

The game is a close one through all four periods. You and your team cheer on the sidelines as the sun starts to set, trying to weaken the thick tension that stretches across the field.

Rafe plays fast and rough like usual, but you’ve noticed he has a sudden rivalry with one of the opposing players. Every time he gets even remotely close to number 33, who’s clearly been tasked with taking Rafe down, he’s shouting at him or shoving him.

His aggression is hot. Always has been. You look away from the field as if someone can read your mind.

Of course, it’s Rafe’s touchdown that wins the game for the home team. You’re elated, the cheering and applause and energy around you magnetizing.

You and the other cheerleaders storm the field, followed by the marching band and everyone on the coaching team.

In the crowd, you see Rafe with his helmet off, smiling the biggest you’ve ever seen. The stadium lights are strong, washing him in a bright light, showcasing the handsome planes of his face.

“Don’t rub it in, huh?” you hear. You turn to see a player from the other team smirking at you, his helmet hanging off his fingers.

“Kind of my job,” you reply, gesturing to your pompoms. He laughs, nodding as he looks down. Okay, he’s cute.

Rafe’s impulse is to look for you, brag to you about his win and about how you have no choice but to cheer for him.

When his eyes land on you, you’re standing on the field looking so fucking cute with your hip cocked, smiling at…

His blood boils. You’re smiling at another guy. The guy who’s been dogging him and pissing him off the whole game. Number 33. Why the fuck are you smiling at him?

Rafe can’t control himself. He starts to push through the crowd to get you the hell away from that asshole, when the coach stops him, talking to him about their play.

He loses sight of you and it makes every sore muscle in his body tense.

When the team heads inside, Rafe doesn’t even have the patience to peel off his muddy uniform. He leaves his helmet in his locker and rushes out of the room to find you.

He’s pissed off at your lack of loyalty. He’d like to think it’s because he cares about the team that much, but no. You’re his. Some dickhead, especially one on the opposing team, isn’t going to flirt his way into your pants.

When he spots you walking through one of the hallways that surrounds the stadium, he rushes to you and grabs your wrist.

You look up to see Rafe staring down at you with hard eyes.

“Why were you talking to that asshole?” he asks over the sound of the chattering crowds surrounding you.

Excitement burns through you. Is he talking about the player who flirted with you? Damn. He’s jealous. You give him a gratified smile.

“Only asshole I talked to today was you,” you reply.

“What did he say?” he demands, voice low. What’s worse is that you fucking smiled at him, a smile that should only be reserved for him, but he won’t say that out loud.

“He was hitting on me,” you reply, smirking. “Hopefully he’ll actually do something about it. Unlike you.”

Your response throws him for a second. If you want him to follow through, to finally resolve months of sexual tension, he’ll gladly fucking do it.

He angrily yanks you towards him and you allow him to guide you through the throngs of spectators.

Rafe has one thing in mind. He knows where the visiting teams park their bus. And he’s taking you there.

He roughly pushes open the heavy door to the back parking lot, pulling you behind him. The evening air is warm and the area is dark and fenced up and all you can hear is his panting.

Hard hands find your hips and push you against the cold, metal wall of the bus. Rafe’s finally facing you again, his stare penetrating. Your heart is hammering with anticipation.

“You want me to do something about it, huh?” he rasps. He pushes his hips against yours, grinding against you.

“Fucking finally,” you breathe.

His lips are on yours as he huffs a chuckle, unable to believe that you’re crumbling for him this damn easily.

His tongue runs against yours and his body feels so firm, the smell of his sweat musky and so fucking sexy. You feel the bulge of his hardening cock against your groin and you buck against him.

His hand eagerly runs up your thigh, below your skirt. When his fingers press against your cunt, you jolt, your breath stopping for a second.

“You wet for me?” he asks, pads of his fingers pushing up against your entrance. His breath is hot, his nose nudging yours. Arousal coils in your stomach, tight and hot.

You feel so soft and moist through your panties. Rafe knows he won’t be able to simply touch you for much longer. He needs to be inside you.

“Mhm,” you can only desperately hum.

His other hand moves from your hip to your face, squeezing your cheeks together as he looks down at you.

“What’s that?” he asks.

“Yes,” you reply clearly, eyes boring into his.

Excitement pools in you when he moves his hands away to pull down his pants. You eagerly hike up your skirt and yank down your underwear.

It’s so fucking insane to be doing this out here. Someone could come through the door in a second. But the risk of it just adds to the thrill.

You revel in the sight of Rafe’s hard, curved cock in his hand. He’s fucking huge. You can admit the ego is warranted.

Rafe loves your expression, the way your lips are parted in surprise.

“Damn, look at you,” he huffs with a smirk. “You want this dick so bad.”

You eagerly lift your knee for him and he takes the invitation immediately, holding your leg up against his hip.

The feeling of him lining himself up against your cunt is mind-blowing. He pushes into you slowly, every inch feeling better than the last.

“How long have you wanted this?” he grunts once he bottoms out.

“Feels like fucking forever,” you admit breathlessly. “What took you so long?”

“Just be grateful you’re getting it,” Rafe replies. So cocky. Typical.

He pulls back then thrusts into you. Hard. You let out a strained sob and he inhales sharply at how nicely you’re squeezing around him.

“Oh, my God,” you whimper. The leg holding you up is wobbly already, making you grateful his hand is firmly hooked underneath your knee.

“You think that idiot can fuck you like this?” he says, driving in and out of you.

“No,” you say, and you mean it. You’re not sure anybody can pound into you so effortlessly, with so much passion.

You dip your head back, eyes squeezed shut while he fucks you.

“Don’t fucking talk to him again,” he orders, his hand rubbing over your chest and roughly kneading your tits.

This jealousy, this ownership, is so fucking hot. He continues to pull in and out so hard and so fast that you know you’ll be sore tomorrow.

“I won’t,” you promise. He’s so big inside you, stretching you so nicely, that you feel your stomach tightening already. “Shit. I’m gonna cum.”

“Do it loudly,” he says with a self-satisfied laugh. “And say my name.”

You obey, and when the orgasm rocks through you, your blood runs hot and sparks go off through your entire body. Rafe feels you squeezing him even tighter and he groans, cumming inside you in hot waves, twitching.

You bite your lip as he pulls out, feeling aftershocks of pleasure rocking through you.

Realizing what you’ve just done, that you’re in a fully public area, you frantically pull up your panties and readjust your skirt. Rafe looks amused by your nervousness, slowly getting dressed again.

“That was…” you begin, but you don’t have the words. Rafe leans down, capturing your face in his hands again to kiss you deeply.

A loud bang forces you apart. You see a player from the opposing team stepping out the door, trailed by the rest of his team.

A few seconds earlier, and you’d have been mortified. But Rafe takes the opportunity to kiss you again before taking your hand and pulling you through the door, past the group of guys.

“Get home safe,” Rafe mutters to them with a smirk, his tone taunting and entirely disingenuous. He spots number 33 and smiles at him with nothing but contempt.

He squeezes your hand and tilts his head towards you as the two of you walk by the sullen man.

“Looks like you lost,” Rafe half-laughs, very clearly not talking about the game.

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drudyslut · 3 months

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— summary: you and rafe stay in bed all day.

— warnings: smut! 18+ soft!sleepy!rafe, rafe is kinda a tease, fingering, praise, unprotected sex, lil fluffy all around.

— note: this popped into my head this morning, lmao. i liked it, i hope y’all do too☺️ remember: likes, comments, reblogs are so appreciated!!!! 🤍

❥ lazy days — r.c

Rafe wasn’t the type to stay in bed all day.

Doing absolutely nothing wasn’t exactly the way he wanted to spend his days. But when it came to you, he’d do absolutely anything.

Even if that meant laying in bed for an entire day.

The two of you were laid in his massive bed, covers brought up to your noses while he had his strong arms protectively wrapped around your body.

The soft sounds of his slow breathing filled your ears, soft little snores emitting from him every so often.

You wanted to let him sleep, catch up on his rest, but you were painfully horny. You arch your back a little, pressing your ass firmly into his front.

Rafe groans, shifting in his sleep before tightening both of his arms around you, “What’re you doing baby?” He asks, his voice low and thick with sleep.

You press yourself further into him, the feel of his now hardened cock pressing into your backside, making a small whine fall from your lips.

“‘M horny, Rafe, wanna feel you”

Rafe slides his hand down your side, forcing it between your legs and cupping your clothed pussy.

He slides your panties to the side, his fingers finding your wet slit. He runs his fingers through your folds, gathering your arousal on his fingers before moving them to your clit and rubbing lazy circles around the sensitive bud.

You begin whimpering, “R-Rafe, more. P-Please”

Rafe shifts himself fully onto his side, burying his face into the crook of your neck and peppering soft kisses on the skin.

He wraps his lips around your neck, sucking in a deep purple bruise and slowly pushing his index finger inside your cunt, slow, steady thrusts pulling low whines and whimpers from you.

Rafe works his finger in and out of you at a slow pace, adding another and stretching you more, curving them slightly to softly stroke at your gspot. His lips work the length of your neck up to your jaw, large hand softly wrapping around your throat and bending your neck toward him, his lips finding yours.

He slips his tongue into your mouth, fighting yours for dominance while he quickens the pace of his fingers. You moan loudly into his mouth when he hits at your spongey sweet spot again. Your legs begin shaking, warm velvety walls clenching around his fingers as your orgasm threatens to burst from you.

“Rafe! ‘M so close, shit”

He smiles against your lips, slowly pulling his fingers from inside you and bringing them to his mouth, pushing them inside and sucking them clean, a low hum of satisfaction pulled from him when he tastes you on his tongue.

You whine, upset that he’d stopped before you could cum, but he shushes you, “Shh Shh, ‘m gonna take care of you baby, don’t worry” He says softly.

He moves his hands to the waistband of his sweats, shoving them down his legs, his boxers following quickly behind. Rafe flips you onto your side, propping himself up on one arm while his free hand begins slowly pumping at his cock.

You roll your hips slowly, growing impatient, the need to feel his cock buried inside you growing, making your pussy throb with need.

He lines himself up with your entrance, sliding his swollen head through your wet folds. You gasp when he slowly pushes the head in, pulling it back out just as quickly. You open your mouth to complain, to beg him to just fuck you, but your words die on your tongue when he slowly sinks himself inside you.

“Fuck, feel so good baby” He coos, his hips slowly rolling into you, his cock finally stretching you out.

You let out soft moans, arching your back more, slightly lifting a leg to give him better access to slowly thrust himself into you.

“Rafe, feels so good” You whine, tears welling in your eyes from how good the slow, sensual thrusts felt.

Rafe’s lips attack your neck with kisses, slightly picking up the pace of his thrusts as he whispers soft praises into your ear, “Takin’ me so good mama. Doing so good. You wanna cum?”

You whimper out a pathetic “yes”, shifting your position, slightly lifting a leg up to give him better access, allowing him to thrust himself deeper.

His tongue darts out of his mouth, licking a wet stripe up the length of your neck and to the lobe of you ear, his teeth nipping at the skin, heavy pants and groans falling from him as his hips begin stuttering.

“Go on sweetheart, cum for me. ‘M right behind you”

His swollen head hits at your sweet spot, inner walls clenching around him tightly. Your toes curl, his name loudly falling from your lips as your orgasm rushes through you, soaking his cock, your arousal dripping down your thighs.

He sinks his teeth into your shoulder, dick twitching inside you as his warm cum spills inside of you.

He slowly pulls himself from inside you, pulling his sweats back up and standing from the bed, going into the bathroom and returning quickly with a warm washcloth.

He pulls the covers from your body, turning you so you’re on your back and softly wiping the inside of your thighs clean.

“I love you” He says softly, tossing the washcloth to the floor and climbing back into the bed.

You turn your body, burying your face in his chest, placing a soft kiss to the skin.

“I love you too”

He wraps his arms around your waist again, pulling you further into him. You listen to the steady beat of his heart, his breathing slowed as sleep claimed him again.

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drewstarkeyslut · 3 months

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POLAROID GIRL📷 ᡣ𐭩

Summary: rafe wishes to take polaroid pictures of you after sex and he always gets what he wants ✨based on this post ✨

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut (p in v), oral sex (throat fucking), choking kink, daddy kink, use of slut/whore, reader gets slapped on the cheek.

eeek! i honestly cringed after writing this🫣 sorry if there are any errors in my grammar or something doesn’t make sense it’s because i didn’t go back and review it. honestly it’s just pure smut again. hopefully ya’ll can enjoy this🥲

You and Rafe had been making out, your tongues clashing and clothes being thrown on the floor. You were left with only Rafe’s favorite lingerie set on.

“Wait. I just had an idea.” Rafe beams, looking you up and down.

“What is it Rafe?” you shift nervously beneath him, not knowing what was going on in that head of his. It literally could be anything with him and that made you nervous.

“Just thinkin’ for a while actually but uh, how about I take some polaroids of you after I fuck you senseless…yeah?” Rafe implored with a devlish smile.

You weren’t exactly comfortable with taking photos completely nude. Shit, not even with the lingerie on either. Not that you were prude or anything but you’ve never sent nudes in your life to any man, ever. You look at him, dumbfounded as if you weren’t sure you heard him correctly.

“Come on baby. It’ll be fun, you know you can trust me” Rafe insists giving you that look you couldn’t resist. He basically jumps off the bed before you could answer him and walks towards the dresser to grab your polaroid and sets it on the nightstand.

At this point you roll with and decide to be spontaneous in the moment. You did trust him with your life. He barely let anyone look at you fully clothed so he sure as hell wouldn’t let a soul get their hands on polaroids of you completely naked and fucked out.

“Hmm actually…you know what babe? Yeah, fuck it” you bat your lashes and shoot him a wink.

“Yeah?” Rafe automatically reaches for the polaroid.

“Want some shots of you in that lingerie too” he winks.

You get on all fours as you arch your back towards Rafe as he snaps a photo, getting a good shot of your plump ass.

“God damn. You are the sexiest girl ever, y’know that? I’m lucky as fuck” Rafe stated, giving a slap to your ass.

“Ohhh stop it Rafe! I’m the lucky one here. Have you seen yourself?” You chime in.

“Yeah, yeah whatever you say just take the damn compliment princess and keep posing f’me” Rafe rolls his eyes.

He proceeds to take multiple shots as you pose for him until his dick starts growing painfully hard in his boxers. You notice this as you keep eyeing his bulge. He pulls his boxers off, cock springing free and slapping his stomach with a string of precum dripping off the tip.

“Fuck, baby. Look what you do to me” he moans.

“Soooo big Rafe, n-need your cock right now” you whimper, drooling at the sight of his hard cock.

Rafe hovers over you, arms caging you in.

“Yeah? I want to watch you fall apart” Rafe whispers in your ear.

“Well fuck me like you mean it then daddy” you smirk.

“Take this shit off now.” he demands, eyes darting to the lingerie on your body.

“Yes Ra—“ he doesn’t even let you finish.

“Nah, you’re going to regret that sweetheart.. you know what I want, y’know what to call me.” Rafe’s eyes darken.

“Sorry d-daddy I-I didn’t mean to” you stutter, quickly throwing your pamties off and unhooking your bra throwing it on the ground.

“There you go. That’s my good girl” Rafe takes a good look at your bare figure as he slips two fingers in your pussy.

“Mmm, all wet and needy f’me already huh? Do I really have that much of an effect on you?” Rafe teases, pulling his fingers out of you and sliding them into his mouth devouring your slickness.

Rafe offers no warning as he lines up to your entrance shoving his cock so deep into you making you scream. You shift beneath him completely caught off guard at the feeling of his cock stretching you out to the hilt. He grabs your wrists and pins your arms above your head.

“Ah ah, stop squirming ‘round slut. You can take it, I know you can. Take this cock like the whore that you are” Rafe grits. He continues to thrust, slow and deep into your cunt, making sure to hit your g-spot at just the right angle.

“It’s too much daddy, too big for me, don’t know if I can take—” you cry.

“It’s too much daddy” Rafe laughs, mocking you. He lets go of the grip on your wrists, wrapping one hand around your throat and the other hand grabs your leg throwing it over his shoulder.

This new angle drove him wild, it gave him a whole different feel of your pussy.

“Pussy feels so fuuuuckin’ good, love watching my cock slide in and out of this wet cunt. So tight, and grippin’ me so damn good baby” Rafe grunts.

Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head, his cock sending you into a state of euphoria.

“Mhmm, pussy is all yours daddy, all yours to fucking ruin and do as you please” you whine, nails digging into his back leaving crescent moons and scratches.

Rafe is pounding into you at a faster pace now, movements getting more rough and sloppy.

He loved watching you cry, moan and scream beneath him. It turned him on even more seeing you in such vulnerable positions taking his dick so well.

“Oh my god, right there! RIGHT THERE Rafe! Feels sooo good, p-please don’t stop! m’gonna cum for you daddy!” you moan as you hit your climax, shaking and squirting all over him.

Rafe pulls away from you. “Shit, look at that, you drenched my cock you slut.”

“Want you to taste yourself. Get up. On your knees now.” he orders.

You do as he says getting on your knees. Rafe settles down in front of you. His length at full attention right in front of your face, exactly right where he wanted it. He grabs the back of your neck pushing you towards him, your lips now brushing the tip of his cock.

“Hey, hey. Look at me baby” he mewls, hand grabbing your chin.

His hands travel towards your throat giving it a good squeeze, the other hand grabbing his length giving it a little tug and without warning he shoves his dick in your mouth. You choke, gasping for air as you try to pull away.

“Stop movin’ take this cock in that pretty little mouth….yes, fuckin’ just like that, tastes real good hmmm?” Rafe teases giving your cheek a firm slap.

He’s holding your head to keep you still as he continues to roughly pound his cock into your throat. You couldn’t help but moan sending vibrations to his dick. You loved when Rafe used your mouth for his own pleasure, sure you couldn’t breathe, and he was brutal but it turned you on.

His thrusts start to get sloppy. He’s sweating, cheeks are flushed and his bangs clinging to his forehead.

“Shiiiit, m’gonna fucking cum. Oh fuck. Here it comes baby. Swallow all of it, you slut, every single drop” Rafe grunts, more profanities spilling from his mouth and moans filling the room.

He gives you no time to breathe as his hips buck and his warm seed shoots deep down your throat.

“Mmmm so so good daddy, always taste s’good” you praise.

Rafe just stares, completely enamored by you. In his eyes, you were absolutely still beautiful after being fucked out and ruined.

“My god, you’re somethin’ else. You pretty little thing. Pose for me baby girl.” Rafe kisses your forehead and gets off the bed.

He grabs his boxers and puts them back on as he grabs the polaroid once more snapping a few photos of you.

You were kneeling with your legs spread apart with your hands placed on the bed in front of you. Your hair is in shambles, makeup running, cheeks red, eyes still teary and drool dribbling off the sides of your mouth. Rafe takes another moment to admire you.

He suddenly grabs his pants off of the floor and pulls out his wallet.

“Babe, what are you doing? Are you going somewhere or something?” you ask curiously, giving Rafe a pouty look.

“No, no princess. Don’t worry. Umm, just… putting this sexy thing in my wallet for keepsake to remind me what I have waiting for me at home.” Rafe responds with a wicked smile.

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rafescurtainbangz · 2 months

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Ask: Rafe and y/n on the water

Rafe cockwarming you on a wake boat.

He said that he wanted to teach you how to drive so he could take a turn wakeboarding, but now your high-cut bikini is pushed to the side, Rafe, buried balls deep as you try your best to care about driving and not bouncing. Rafe grips your hips, grounding you on his lap, adjusting himself from time to time when he feels himself losing his edge.

He purposefully takes control, turning the steering wheel to hop over a few waves, making his cock reach impossibly deep, causing you to claw for the wheel to steady yourself as he snickers at his pathetic baby girl.

He’ll crank the music higher as you start to beg him to fuck you. Telling you he can’t quite hear you as tears roll down your cheeks when his rough fingers begin to play with your pussy as well.

Eventually, he’ll give in, throwing it in idle as you grind on top, loving the way the choppy water adds to the rough fuck. After you cum for the second time, he’ll take you on the bench, tossing your legs over his broad shoulders as he fills you to the hilt.

When he’s satisfied, the driving lesson will actually start; you, still riding on his lap as Rafe's sticky cum leaks out of your swollen pussy, dirtying his thigh. Rafe takes the opportunity to stuff it back into your cunt or mouth, ‘cause that's where it belongs.

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samandcolbyownme · 29 days

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Summary: Reader shows up to inform John B about Ward Cameron and Reader's Father having a deal for moving the gold. Rafe doesn't trust her, so he stays close to her, making sure she doesn't get any info that she can take back to John B, but something throws him off.

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, enemies to lovers, angry arguing, fighting (physical and verbal), heavy flirting, sexual innuendos, rough hate sex, hair pulling, choking, rough actions, praise kink? Breeding kink? biting, unprotected sex, oral (f rec), cream pie, just filth

Word count: 9.2K | unedited

Ever since I see the tiktok of Rafe screaming, "I'm talking now!" It has been ON MY MIND so enjoy my very first Rafe Cameron One shot.

Also, I was high when I wrote this so if it doesn't make sense I'm sorry

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A feeling of anxiety washes over your body as you continued to eavesdrop on your father's phone call.

You listen to him sigh, "Yes, Mr. Cameron, I can assure you that it is the same gold that John Booker Routledge is looking for."

You feel your heart sink.

You pull your phone out, immediately texting Kiara, Hey. I need to talk to you. Asap.

You immediately get a text back, Come over.

You rest your head against the wall again and sigh quietly, still listening. Your dad lets out a sigh, "Yes. I can also assure you that that will not happen." He pauses, "Yes I will tell her myself."

You roll your eyes, knowing exactly what he's talking about, "You are welcome Mr. Cameron, yep. Tomorrow at 1, got it."

You stand up, making your way back to your room and quietly shutting the door. You give it a few minutes, and you finally hear him close his office door,

You open your door, pretending not to have overheard his last phone call, "Hey dad." You smile up at him and he gives you a smile, "Hey, sweetheart."

You furrow your brows, "Dad? Is everything okay?"

He lets out a sigh, "Oh yeah. Everything is good here." He gives you two thumbs up and motions behind him, "I have to go get a crew pulled together."

"For what?" You tilt your head and he smiles, "We got a job. A big, overseas job."

You widen your eyes, "oh my gosh. That's great!" He nods, "It's not, going to be an easy.. job. I know that, and as much as I hate to say, we could use the money.."

You nod, "No, I get it. Just, be safe okay?"

He nods, "What are you doing tomorrow between 12 and 3?"

You think quickly, coming up with an on the spot lie, "I might just spend the night at Kie's or something." You start to walk away and he nods, "Alright, I'll see you sometime tomorrow."

You nod, watching as he walks away. You pull your phone out and text Kiara, On my way.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

She just stares at you, "Did you tell John B?"

You shake your head, "I want to." You take a deep breath, "I know in my heart my dad doesn't want to do this but.." you stop talking and look down.

"But what? Y/n?" She reaches out, "What's going on?"

You look up, exhaling your breath and your voice is low, "We could use the money."

You can see her face shift and she frowns, "I'm sorry, y/n." You shake your head, "and I know he's thinking of the money he needs and I'm just.. torn."

"Hey, hey. It's okay." She moves over behind you, hugging your neck, "It's okay. You do what you feel right."

"He deserves to know. My dad knew his dad and that just.. not telling him doesn't feel right." You take a deep breath, "Let's go to John B's."

"Are you sure?" She asks and you let out a sigh, "John B deserves his chance. This is it." You point to yourself, "I am his chance."

She smiles slightly and you motion, laughing slightly, "Go ahead."

"Once a pogue always a pogue." She pokes you and you roll your eyes, "Yeah, yeah." As you stand up you grab her shoulder, "No one else can know about this."

She nods, "Top secret hush hush. Got it."

Once you arrive at John B's, you get out and stand there for a moment.

"What the hell is this?" John B says walking out of the door, "Well I'll be damned. If it isn't the kook princess herself."

"John B, let her alone." Kie says walking around to you, "You're going to hear what she has to say."

John B's face drops when he reads the seriousness of the situation, "Oh shit, okay." He walks you inside and you all sit on the couch, "Hit me. What's up?"

"I know where the gold is." You stare at him, watching as he leans forward. His face completely in shock with what you just said, "What?"

You nod, "I know where the gold you've been looking for is." He looks at Kie and she nods, "Just wait."

She motions for you to keep going and you look back at John B, "I overheard my dad on the phone, he doesn't know I'm here, but anyway.." you take a deep breath, "My dad is helping ship it overseas.."

John B stares at you, "Who."

You swallow, hesitating to say it, "The Cameron's."

John B stands up and a second later you and Kie are standing in front of him, "No. no. John B." Kie yells, "Listen."

He steps back, sitting down, "What."

"You can't just go break into their house, you've already almost got caught last time trying." Kie jabs, "We have to come up with a plan."

"Get JJ and Pope here. Now." John B stands up, nervously chewing on his finger nails as you text JJ, Come to John B's NOW!

As you hit send, you get a text from your mom, Are you at Kiara's? You need to come home.

"Guys." You look up, "I gotta go." You stand up and John B grabs your arm, "No, wait. We need to come up with a plan."

"I filled Kie in on that plan, she will fill you in." You wave as you walk away, "I'll text you, and if anyone asks, Kie, we were at your house."

"Okay!" She tells and you run out of the door and to your car.

Being seen with John B's crew or around anything even related to them is a bad image for you right now.

Who knows what Ward would do if he found out it was you who fucked up his plan.

Mainly to say, you value your life more than anything right now, so you're about to tip toe through these next few weeks.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

"I'm home!" You tell as you walk in through the side screen door, "Mom?"

"Living room, sweetie." She answers and you can feel your heart race, getting faster the closer you get to them, "Hey." You say as you walk in, "Everything okay?"

"Sit down, honey." Your dad lifts his head and points to the chair, "We need to talk." You sit down look at him, "What's going on?"

He takes a deep breath, "That job.." he pauses, "I told ya about this morning.."

"Yeah? What about it?" You ask, trying not to show him that you already know.

"I need to tell you about it. It's been eating at me since you left this morning." Your dad leans back, "The job we're doing.. is for the Cameron's."

"Why?" You snap, "Of all people?"

This part wasn't acting, you really did hate the Cameron's, well.. two of them.

Ward and his son, Rafe.

He tilts his head, "I know. I know, but that's not the worst part."

"Oh great. There's something worse than the Cameron's." You roll your eyes, looking at you mom and she gives you a look.

"What we're transporting is.." your father pauses and you fight back the urge to scream the rest.

"John B.." he continues, "The gold that he went to hell and back for.. that's what.." you can tell he's getting teary-eyed and you sit up, "So Ward Cameron has John B's gold? The gold that he, literally almost died for?"

Now you were pissed.

"I don't.." you stand up, one hand on your chin, "Tell me why you would even-"

"Because we need the money, y/n." Your father yells as he stands up, "That money will get us back on the water now. Not in a few months. Right now."

"And that's more important than-"

"Don't ask a question you already know the answer to." Your father shakes his head and you scoff, "Ah I see. Okay."

You go to walk back out the door and your mom asks, "Where are you going?"

You stop, letting a sigh, "Kie's. I'm sleeping over there."

Instantly your father answers, "No you're not."

"What do you mean? I can't even go to my friends house now?" You scoff and your dad nods, "Sure, but only if they aren't close enough to tell John B."

You laugh, "This is ridiculous."

"Actually, y/n. It's really not. It may be like a life or death decision for you. But it's not. You want to know what real life or death decision looks like?" Your father points to himself, "Mine. This is Ward. Cameron we're talking about here."

"What your father is trying to say honey.." your mother steps between you and him, "..is that we both agree that it would be safer for all of our lives if you stay away from Kiara and anyone else who would tell John B.. okay? But it's only for a few weeks."

You stare at the floor, "Fine."

"Please. Be serious about this." Your mom sighs and you look up, "I'm serious. I'm so pissed off right now, but I'm good."

Your mom holds her stare and holds out her hand, "Mhm." She clears her throat and you look up, laughing, "Are you fucking kidding?"

She tilts her head, "Language, and yes."

You slap your phone into her hand and roll your eyes, "This is bullshit." You walk over to the door and step out.

You turn, eyes filling with angry tears as you walk around the house. You make your way over to and then down the steps and step onto the sand.

You walk out a few feet and sit down, legs bent with your chin resting on top.

You wrap your arms around your legs and sigh.

You close your eyes as a very familiar, and much hated voice, sounds from behind you, "You look a lot like my new business partner's hot daughter."

You roll your eyes, lifting your head, "Go away, Rafe."

"Aw c'mon. I just got here." He sits down right next to you and you look over at him, "Did you watch me come down here you fucking weirdo?"

He laughs, shaking his head, "No, I just happening to be looking out my bedroom window the same time you walked down here."

You shake your head, "You're insufferable."

He laughs, "Well get uses to it, baby. I'm sure I'll be seeing a lot of you in these next week."

"You've got to be fucking kidding me." You lay your hands on your forehead, "I just wish people could trust me for once."

"Once a pogue, always a pogue." Rafe mumbles and you look at him, "You make that sound like it's a bad thing?"

"I'm pretty sure it is." He nods, resting back on his hands, "Come on, darlin'. Tell me one good thing about that dumbass group of friends?"

You roll your eyes, "I'm not doing this."

"I don't think you have a choice." Rafe looks up at you, "Oh yeah mean talking to me, yeah I get it." He laughs to himself and you walk away, "See you tomorrow."

You continue to ignore him as you walk up the steps to your deck. You sit down, taking in everything that just happened.

You hear the sliding door open and you look up. Your mom walks out and comes over to you, "You know..." your mom starts out, breaking the silence, "Your father wouldn't be doing this if he didn't have any other choice."

You nod, "I just.. Kie is my only friend I like to see."

"Why doesn't she come here?" Your mom sighs, "Just as long as we're home."

You nod, "That works.. tomorrow?"

"The Cameron's are coming over to discuss the plan for this move, so probably not tomorrow, honey." Your mom tilts her head, "I'm sorry."

You shrug, "It's fine. I guess I'll just go hang out in my room." You stand up and make your way to your room, to which you were in for a long, boring night.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

THE NEXT DAY

"Honey. Can you wear a nice dress today?" Your mom calls from outside your door. You groan, "Why a dress?"

"We need to look nice because they always look nice." Your mom tells back and you groan, "Fine." You get up and rummage through your closet until you come across a white dress that gives you an idea.

Rafe thinks you're hot, so why not fuck with him.

You truly belive nothing will happen, it's Rafe for Christ sake.

You hate him.

You pull it out and slip it on. The way the top ties, exposing your cleavage in the best way. The split midriff and the way the skirt part of it hugs your hips and drapes down over your thighs, is the absolute cherry on top.

You put on your black strappy wedges and head downstairs.

"That's cute. I like that." Your mom point to your dress and you smile, "Thanks."

You couldn't lie. You thought Rafe was hot, too. But, he was still a fucking asshole.

"They're here!" Your father says walking over to the door. He opens it and your mom gathers you and your older brother, Maverick, beside her.

"Hello, Mr. Cameron!" Your dad says as he opens the door.

"Please. Call me Ward, this is Rose, and my son, Rafe." Ward motions to them as he walks in, "Beautiful home."

Liar.

"Thank you." Your mother smiles, you know my kids, Y/n and Maverick."

"Hey Mav." Rafe says with a nod, and Maverick nods back, "Hey." You smile at all of them, fighting back a smirk when you see that Rafe's eyes are not on yours.

You shift your weight onto your left leg, then you cross your right leg over. Basically flaunting yourself at Rafe subtlety.

He knew it.

"Please, come in and sit. Make yourselves at home." Your dad says leading them to the living room. Rafe turns his head, eyes moving up and down your body as he walks by you.

You bite your lip and follow behind him. You sit diagonally from him, but it's very telling to your father for if he's looking at you.

He smirks, hiding it with his fingers as he looks at your father's talking.

"So, I just want to go over the most important thing here, first if that's okay."

"Please." You mom says with a nod.

"Y/n. Sweetheart." Ward starts and you notice Rafe's face twitch, "Yes, Ward." You look at him and he sighs, "My boy here says you're friends with Kiara Carrera."

You nod, "Yep. But don't worry, my parents did a great job at cutting ties for me."

"Mm." Ward chuckles, "Anyway, now that we got that out of the way.."

The next two hours are spent being, basically ridiculed for keeping a friend you grew up with. Yeah, it made sense in the long run, but at the same time, it just didn't.

You'd just zone in and out, thinking about the possible outcome of this.

How to get information, then how to get said to information for John B?

You slowly readjusted your legs, giving Rafe, who is now the only person sitting on that side of the room, a decently good view.

His eyes raise from your thighs, slowly making their way to your eyes. He tilts his head, licking his lips as he nods.

You fail to fight back a smirk and you look down.

"Well, I think we took up enough of their time today." Ward says, standing up with a groan, "I'm sure we'll talk tomorrow." He laughs and your dad laughs too, basically hyping him up.

You stand up as everyone else does and you happen to be right in front of Rafe.

"If you're doing this on purpose.." Rafe leans in and whispers just loud enough for you to hear, "Just know that you're going to pay for it later."

His words send chills down your spine and you follow your mother out, panties growing wetter because you know his eyes are on you.

You keep it together, breathing through the feelings he gave you.

"Alright." Ward waves, "Thanks for having us."

Your mom nods, "Anytime. Please."

"Yep." Ward nods, "See you later."

Rafe looks at you, giving you a quick wink, "See ya later."

You chew the inside of your lip, smirking as you watch Rafe turn and leave, "Bye." You wave as he glances back, giving him a little smile.

You drop your hand as soon as the door closes and you look at your mom, "Was that nice?"

She nods, "Worked for me." She goes to the fridge and pours herself a glass of wine. You make your way up to your room and sit on the windowsill.

You open the window, with major hopes of someone coming to talk to you tonight.

You walk to your bed and lay down, waiting to waste away another night.

A FEW HOURS LATER

You feel a light tickle on your cheek, waking you up, "Mm." You groan, slapping your cheek when that tickle feeling reappears.

You hear quiet laughter and you snap away, moving up onto your knees, "JJ?!" You whisper quietly, "What the fuck are you doing here!?"

"I figured I'd come by after hours one of these days to confirm that you in fact, do not have your cell phone." He motions to your hand and he looks at you, "You get bitchy when you're woken up."

"If you don't like it, don't do it." You shrug, "Easy fix. Now what are you doing here?" He holds his hand up, "First off, I never said I didn't like it, and two.."

He sits down on the bed and looks at you, "I'm here to collect information."

You shrug, "I don't have any right now. I mean they met today but it was mainly about prices and shit. He's paying a lot to do this."

JJ nods, "Well. I mean. Yeah. It's Ward Cameron and his psycho minion Ward Jr."

You nod, "I don't know how I'm gong to get you guys information. My mom says I can have Kie over, but only when we're supervised."

You roll your eyes, mocking your mom and JJ laughs quietly, "We can just keep doing this. I'll send someone else next time."

You nod, "That would be great." He pulls you in for a hug, "Take care of yourself, kid." He kisses your head and you nod, "I will. But just to let you know, Rafe is going to be glued to my side. He knows I'm friends with Kie."

"Yeah, he isn't going to let you alone. He's our biggest threat." JJ sighs, "We'll make it work."

Right as JJ stands up there's movement in the hall.

You both freeze, waiting until it's silent for a little bit, "Okay." You whisper, "Go and be careful getting down."

He nods, giving you a thumbs up, "I got it." You watch as he climbs through the window, locking it when he jumps down.

Over the next few days, the Cameron's make their appearance in your home again, actually they were there every day.

Rafe making his more often, and usually when it's just the two of you.

As must as you wanted to let it bother you, spending time with him really wasn't all that bad. You'd usually just hang out on the beach or by the pool.

But you'd spend the days talking. You were honestly kind of infatuated with the way he was when it was just him and you alone.

He almost seemed like such a genuine person.

Key word, seemed.

"Alright, kids. Why don't you run along and play now." Ward chuckles, "The adults need to talk."

You hold back an eye roll at being called a kid, "I'll just take a walk." You mumble and walk away towards the door.

"Me too." Rafe says, following you out of the door. You stop, turning to look at him, "You don't have to. Please. Take a day off or something. I insist."

He laughs, "You're funny." He lays an arm around your shoulder, "Come on." You groan as you walk with him, "This is so boring."

Rafe rolls his eyes, "Please. You've been walking for two seconds." You laugh, "Wanna go to the beach?" He nods his head, "Yeah. I can go for the beach."

You smile, "I just need to grab my suit." You turn back around, walking towards the house and Rafe follows you.

Literally.

Up the stairs and into your room.

You pull the suit out of your drawer and look over at him, "Do you mind?" He shrugs, "Only if you do." You laugh and roll your eyes, "Turn around."

He sighs as he turns around, "what a killjoy."

You quickly change, throwing on a big t shirt, "Okay." He spins around, eyes moving down your bare legs, "Okay."

You grab what you need and walk out and down the steps, "I need water. I'll be right back." He nods and you walk to the kitchen.

You bite your lip as you think of a way to hear stuff, but that's quickly spoiled when Rafe walks in.

He leans against the door frame, "What's takin' so long?"

You shrug, "Sorry." You screw the lid to your cup back on and walk over to him. You squeeze between his body and the door frames, "Can you move pleaae?"

He laughs, turning go face you, "Can you say excuse me, please?" You roll your eyes and walk away from him.

"You roll your eyes way, too much." Rafe laughs, "An I know I don't annoy you that bad."

You laugh, walking out the back, "I beg to differ." You walk down the steps to the beach. You look around, "So.. I'm going over there. I don't know about you."

"Hey, that's where I'm going." Rafe gives you a smirk, "Crazy world, huh?" He walks with you over to the spot and sets his bag downs.

You can feel his eyes on you so you lean down to set your bag on the sand, "can I help you?"

"In what way are you offering?" Rafe fires back and you scoff, "Not any that you'd like." He pouts, "Oh boo hoo."

You can't help but laugh, "you are.. irritating."

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

"You know.. I almost want to tell you that I had a good day.. but I don't think I will." You laugh as you walk up to your door.

"Listen I can be an asshole if I wanna be." He smirks, "I mean, I kinda wanna say that I did, too.. but I don't want you to actually start to like me."

"I'm going inside now." You point to the door and laugh as you push it open. You turn around, smiling at Rafe, "Thanks for hanging out with me today."

"Anytime." He smirks and walks away.

Over the last week, you been trying to collect as much information as you could. Scouring your dad's office, trying to listen in through the walls.

You found out the day that they're moving it, so that's big news.

You just haven't found the where part out yet.

Rafe on the other hand, was a totally different feeling, and you were feeling many of those towards him.

The amount of times he sees you has decreased. You're upset because it's always right when you start to actually like someone.

It's almost like he grew cold to you.

When they come over for meetings with your father, Rafe barely looks at you anymore. He barely says two words to you.

It's like you're invisible to him.

A soft knock on your window snaps you from your thoughts and you look up, smiling as soon as you see Kie.

"I got the date they're moving it, but other than that. Nothing else yet." You say as you help her step in.

She stands up, "We at least have a date. Now we just have to wait for more to come." She sits down on your bed, "You okay?"

You shrug, "It's nothing."

"It's something if it bothers you this much. What's up?" She looks at you and you sigh, "Rafe and I were-"

"Oh no. Please don't say it." Kie closes her eyes and plugs her ears and you laugh, batting her hands away, "No, no. Oh my god. Kie no."

She sighs, "Oh thank god."

"We were becoming, almost friends? And then he just.. turned, so I don't know if it was something I did, or what."

Kie lays her hand on your arm, "You did nothing. I promise you. Rafe is just an asshole who doesn't see how much a girl is worth." She leans in, "He didn't put his hands on you, did he?"

You shake your head, "No. He never even raises his voice at me."

"I mean.. it's Rafe. He'll figure it out." She sighs, "I'm gonna go before we risk any more time." You nod, "Oh fuck. Yeah. Tell the guys I miss them. Oh and here!"

You write down the date on a piece of paper and hand it to her, "I will." She waves and climbs down. You turn around making your way down and out to the pool deck, sitting in one of the loungers.

You try to convince yourself, over and over again, that it's just a crush because he's the only one you have to talk to right now, and that it will eventually just go away.

But you can't seem to let it go, no matter how hard you try, Rafe is always on your mind.

You ended up falling asleep on the deck chair, so you wake up outside. You sit up, looking around and you jump slightly when you see Rafe sitting in the chair on the other side, "Hey, Rafe."

"I was wondering when you were going to wake up." He gets up and walks over to you, "Are you going to the Barlow Party tonight?"

You stand up, "I don't think my parents are giving me a choice, why?"

He shrugs, "I was just wondering." He points, "I gotta go." You shake your head, more stubborn than ever, "No." you turn, "You can't just not talk to me or see me all of a sudden and then just pop up whenever? What's going on?"

"Y/n. Just-" he stops and you cut him off, "Rafe. Talk to me."

He stares at the ground for a second before turning to grab your shoulders as he rests his forehead against yours, "I'll see you tonight, okay?"

He pushes himself away from you and walks around the house. You stand there, just shocked at this whole situation.

You manage to pull yourself together and go inside.

"You hungry?" Your mom asks and you shake your head, "No. I'm okay." You sat down with a sigh, "Do I have to go to this party tonight?"

Your mom nods, "If I do, you do."

You groan, "I hate this." She sighs, "I know. I want you to be able to see your friend, but at the same time, you know we can't risk it."

You nod, "yeah. I know." You stand up, "You don't need to remind me." You walk up to your room and start looking at what to wear for tonight's party.

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You settled on the beige sundress with a maroon flower print. The off the shoulder cuffs and the flowy slit up your leg add the perfect touch of sexiness.

You put on your shoes and finish doing your makeup and by the time you apply your lipstick, your mother is calling for you, "y/n. We're leaving."

"Coming!" You yell back, letting out a nervous sigh. You were going to see the group tonight, but you might not be able to talk to them, which is frustrating.

"Y/n!" Your mom tells and your sigh hard, "Coming!"

You gather your things and hurry down the steps, "Are you sure it's a good idea for me to go?" You ask, with hopes they agree and let you stay home.

"You're going, now. Shoo. Out the door please." Your mom waves you with her hands and you groan, "Fine."

You make your way to the car and you head over to the Ballow's. They're super rich, so their house is absolutely incredible.

It was a silent car ride. No one said anything and they didn't because they didn't want to upset you.

Once your dad parks, you get out and wait for everyone. Your heart was racing, you really didn't want to be here.

You really didn't want to see Rafe.

"Alright. Come along now. Let's go." Your mom takes your hand and you walk in with her. You confirm you're on the guest list and now you were free to mingle.

You took a glass of champagne off the passing tray and downed it, quickly replacing that one with a full one.

You made your way through the crowed and you could tell that his eyes were on you. He was in the only spot you didn't look.

You look up, eyes meeting his. You bring the glass of champagne up to your lips, making sure he watches you take a sip.

He tilts his head, head nodding as he holds his lip between his teeth.

You roll your eyes and turn, walking out to the backyard.

So far, no sign of any pogue. But you did get another sight of Rafe and you could tell right then and there that he was undressing you with his eyes.

You didnt want to give him any satisfaction. He still had you mad, so you just walked away.

You walk up the stairs and lead against the wooden fence, looking into the fountain.

You feel someone walk up behind you and then move to beside you. Your heart skips a beat at his voice, "Can you tell me why Rafe hasn't taken his eyes off of me since he seen me walk up to you?"

You glance down at Rafe, his stare transfers from JJ to you.

He smirks, raising his cup slightly before he turns around. You shake your head, looking over at JJ, "Just Rafe being Rafe."

"Listen, I'm not going to sugar coat it, y/n. If you're planning on fucking over John B all because you let the enemy get into your pants.. at least tell me. Right here. Straight up, I'm all ears."

JJ's words make you straighten your poster, "Excuse me? Where the fuck did that come from, J?" You shake your head, "Rafe and I are not- no."

He look down, "I just.." he turns to you, placing a hand on your elbow, "It's Rafe. Like you said. I don't want you to be just another name on his-" JJ's voice grows louder,"-list of sluts."

And all of a sudden he's shoved back, Rafe moving to shove him again. You drop your glass, "Oh my go- JJ! Rafe! Stop!"

You go to pull Rafe back, but JJ swings, clocking him right in the mouth, "Take that, fucking bitch."

Rafe huffs and quickly strikes JJ, causing him to stumble back.

"Okay!" You scream, "Enough. Enough." You push between them, hands flat on Rafe's chest, "Rafe. Please."

He stares at you, laughing slightly aa he rolls his eyes, "Fuck. Fine." He motions to JJ, "get him out of here."

A few men drag JJ out, kicking and screaming like usual. Rafe walks out and disappears. You lay your hands on your forehead, "what the fuck."

You take a deep breath and walk outside, your main goal is finally Rafe. You see him sitting across the street.

You walk up to Rafe, eyes holding onto bis busted up face, "What the hell was that?" Your eyes move to the lit cigarette he puts between his lips.

"What the fuck?" You reach up and he allows you to pull the cigarette from between them. You toss it on the ground and step on it, "What's going on with you?"

Rafe scoffs, "Fuck this. I'm going home." He starts to walk away and you follow him over to his car, "Rafe."

"Rafe!" You walk faster to catch up to him, "What the fuck?" You yell and he turns to you and nods, "Get in."

You look at him, "Why?"

"because I'm not going to yell at you in front of everybody.. now get the fuck in." He points to the car and you sigh quietly before getting into the passenger seat.

He gets in, staring the car, "Why were you talking to JJ?"

"Is that what this is about?" You pout, "Honey, that's called jealously." Rafe glares at you and you tilt your head, "He came up to me and asked me why you were watching him as he walked up to me and then he asked if there was things going on between us."

"What did you tell him?" Rafe asks and you laugh in response, "What do I tell him? Honestly. We become close and then all of a sudden you're gone?"

"You don't understand." Rafe mumbles. You lean back in the seat, "So talk to me. Tell me what's going on. Don't just leave me hanging."

He shakes his head, "but that still doesn't answer my question, y/n. What did you say to him?"

You take a second to compose yourself, "all I said back to him was that I'm not and he said good and that he doesn't want to see my name end up on your list of sluts."

Rafe pulls into the driveway of his house and sits there quietly, "Do you believe him?"

You shrug, "I'd like to not." You sit there, waiting for him to say something, but he doesn't. Not for a few moments, "I'm gonna just gonna go inside. You can do whatever it is you wanna do."

He goes to get out and you do the same, looking at him over the car, "What the fuck do you mean"

He doesn't say one whole word the whole way in.

It was pissing you off and he knew it.

You follow Rafe into the office, shutting the door behind you, "What in the actual fuck is going on with you?"

"Just get out." He mumbles as he walks around to sit on the end of the desk, facing away from you.

You stare at him for a few seconds, shaking your head gently, "No."

His head turns towards you slightly, but he doesn't look at you.

"Hello? Are you going for talk to me?" You hold your hands out to your sides and then drop them with a smack on your thighs, and it's secretly driving Rafe insane.

He wanted you. But his father said he shouldn't be around you. They said you could be a secret weakness and boy, were they right.

"Y/n. Just." He sighs, looking down to shake his head, "Go. Please. Get the fuck out." He stands up, turning to face you and you can immediately tell that his vibe is off.

"I shouldn't have to explain myself to you." He starts, "Fuck." he takes a second to try and cool down, but his mind only can stay on wanting to have his cock buried deep inside of you as you moan out his name.

"No, actually you really should explain yourself to me." You say slightly louder, "What? I promise to not disrupt this secret little plan you have in the works and that gives you the right to just treat me like shit when you got bored of me."

He groan, "No you don't.." He runs his hands over his face, "I didn't get fu-"

You cut him off, "I literally have not talked to my best friend in two or three weeks? All because of you." You step towards him, "I've given up a lot for you. And you don't even see it."

His eyes bounce from your lips up to your eyes, "Did you tell John B?"

Your heart starts to beat faster, knowing how fast he will get angry, "Why do you think I told John B?" Rafe shrugs, "Friend of a friend told me what JJ really asked you.. so that's what makes me think that."

Fuck.

"Rafe." You step towards him and he says loudly, "Fuck. Y/n." He looks at you, "did you. Or did you not tell John B about our father's working together."

You hold your stare on him, "What are you going to do if I say yes?"

He balls his fists up and rests them on his cheek, "Fuck. You didn't. Y/n. Please tell me you're fucking with me.

His voice is at the level of a yell, "Did you fucking tell him or not?" You keep your stare, shrugging and Rafe groans, turning away before turning to you again, "You need to under-fucking-stand what you're doing, y/n."

You nod, "You don't think I know how dangerous your dad is?" You smirk, "Or how dangerous you are?"

He tilts his head and you step towards him, "I mean, you tell me. Should I be scared of you?"

He chuckles with a nod, "Goddamn right you should be scared of me."

You shrug, "I don't really get scared with you."

Rafe knows that he would never want to hurt you.

You know it, too.

Rafe holds his stare, "Y/N."

"Rafe."

Rafe starts to laugh and shake his head, "oh fuck!" He crosses his arms over his chest and lets out a dramatic sigh, "You are fuckin.."

He groans and you tilt your head, "Look, Rafe. I'm just here looking for a reason as to-"

He cuts you off, "Because.. being good, doesn't get you fucking anything. You of all people should know that, y/n." He scoffs and motions to you.

You raise your brows, "Excuse me? What the fuck is that supposed to mean, Rafe?"

He shakes his head, letting out a sigh, "I just.." he laughs, "You should just go." You shake your head, standing your ground, "mm. No."

"Y/n. Don't fu-"

You continue to speak over him, "All I want to know is what I did to make you treat me like.." you laugh slightly, looking at him as your tilt your head, "A pogue."

Rafe looks at you, shaking his head, "Nah, nah." He points his finger at you, laughing slightly as he steps closer to you, "You're not one of those." He leans in, his voice is loud, "You're a fucking kook and you need to-" his voice is louder, "act like one!"

All of your anger rises up, "Fuck you." You walk over and give his chest a shove. He grunts and wraps his hands around your wrists, "Whoa. Easy now, darlin'."

Rafe laughing fuels you more and you let out a frustrated groan, "Fuck you." Pushing his chest with each phrase, "Fuck you. Fuck you."

"Alright." Rafe says, calming you down, but you continue to ignore him, "Y/n." He squeezes your wrists, tilting his head and that was the last straw.

He clenches his jaw and lets your wrist drop, "I don't understand how you're having an issue here." He shakes his head, "I-I don't understand."

You stare at him, "I don't get.." you looks up, "How you can say that. Fuck, that's like saying my feelings don't fucking matter."

"They don't." Rafe scoffs, shaking his head with a gentle laugh, "I mean, not to me anyway."

"Oh yeah? Is that how you felt when you were staring at my tits while we sat in my living room with both of our families?" You raise your brows, "Or how you told me that if I was doing it on purpose, I would pay for it later?"

Rafe clenches his jaw and stares at you.

You smirk, "If you wanna play this game, we can play this game."

Rafe laughs, "Fuck this. Okay. I'm here to see if I need to stop my father from killing your father." He motions to you, "So now please, for fucks sake." He walks closer to you with each word, "Please. Fucking. Answer, so you can get the fuck out of my house."

You chose to ignore him, continuing to run your mouth to him, "I'm not done, Rafe." You step closer to him, "I think you like me. A lot more than you think you do."

He scoffs and you laugh, "So what made you punch JJ? Hm. Was it because you thought I was telling him about everything? Or was it because he touched me?"

It's very telling on which answer is the right answer, his face gave it straight away.

"Get out." Rafe nods towards the door, his eyes moving back to yours, "Or I'll call my dad right now and tell him that you told John B."

You stare at him for a few seconds before you speak.

You know what you're doing, "I don't think you'll do that." Rafe shrugs, "Try me."

"I'm not the one you're mad at?" You whisper, "Am I?"

"No." Rafe argues and you continue to argue with him.

You're basically in his face yelling a few minutes later, then all of a sudden he pushes you back, "Just Stop! Stop! Stop."

The angry rasp in his voice, not only slightly scares you, but also has you so inappropriately turned on.

"I'm fucking talking now!"

You're sat.

The way he looks at you, like he actually fucking hates you, has your walls quivering for him.

Did I finally break Rafe Cameron, you think as you fight back the wild urge to smirk.

"You- you think you can just fucking.. come in here, wearing all of th-these.. dresses that you pick out just for me?" Rafe lays his hand on his chest with a laugh, "You're going to bitch and moan about not being trusted but yet you willing still hang out with Kiara and the other dumbass pogues."

He groans, "Fuck, You just.." he stops, looking at you as he runs his tongue over his lips.

You tilt your head, hands clasped together behind your back, "I just.. what, Rafe?"

"You drive me so unbelievably insane." He shakes his head, dropping his hand from his chest, "like I actually am losing it over you."

You manage to keep yourself calm, "Why?"

"Beca-" he whines, "I can't have you."

You step over to him, "Do you think I could cloud your judgment?"

Rafe sighs, tilting his head back, "I want you, so fucking much that I think I would do just about anything you asked me to." He pauses, "And that's why I'm so fucking pissed because I know you want to help John B and I-"

"I told him." You admit, "They know the day you're moving it, too."

You were fully expecting him to explode again, but to your surprise, he didn't, "Yeah, I seen JJ climb out of your window the one night." He shrugs, "So I figured.

He just literally surprised you instead, "Fuck. Rafe, I-"

He cuts you off, "Partly why I punched him." He mumbles, "But yeah, and before you ask, no one knows."

You tilt your head, "How do I know you're not lying!" He laughs, "Trust me. If anyone knew, the deal wouldn't still be going through."

Makes sense.

"So what are you saying, exactly? Rafe. Do you want me dead? Do you just hate me? love me? What because I would really like to go-"

"Yes." Rafe says and you laugh slightly, "Huh?"

He walks over to you, hands on your hips and he nods, "I said yes. Because If you were dead, I wouldn't be standing here, kicking my own ass over what to do."

Your hands slide to his neck as he shakes his head, "Fuck." He presses his lip to yours. You stumble backwards as he walks you back to the wall, "I want to hate you for telling John B, but you have so much control over me, I can't."

He takes your hands from his neck and pins them above your head, "I think it's incredibly sexy that you're willing to rebel against my father. Me." He kisses down your neck,"I think about you all the fucking time."

Rafe's hand moves down your body and slips between your thighs, "The literal thought of anyone touching you, drives me to the point of wanting to end their life."

"Fuck." You whimper out quietly, lips parting as you feel his finger slip between the thin fabric of your panties and your skin, "You're so wet, baby."

Rafe presses his lips to your cheek, "This won't be happening again."

"Uh huh. One and done." You breath out, grinding your hips down to meet his fingers more, "P-please."

Rafe chuckles, "Whatcha beggin' for darlin'?" He teases as he presses his fingers hard against your clit, slowly rubbing slow circles, "Need someone to fuck you better than a pogue ever could?"

You let out a sigh, rolling your eyes shut as he applies a little more pressure. He watches your face with a smirk on his, "Did you fuck any of them?"

You shake your head and Rafe tilts his head, "Ahh, be honest for me." You gasp as he slides his fingers back, circling your aching opening, "I'm.. serious, Rafe."

"But you wanted to?" He dips two fingers into you and you moan out, "Rafe."

"Doesn't matter. You wanna know why?" Rafe asks, still slowly teasing you with his fingers hooked inside your pussy.

You whimper out quietly, "why?"

"Because once you get a feel for how I make you feel, no one else will ever satisfy you." His eyes are on you and you shrug, "Prove it."

He pulls his fingers out and brings them up to your lips. You open without being told and wrap your lips around his fingers

You hum slightly as you move your tongue to lick your slick from him.

A smirk grows on his lips, "Good girl." He pulls his fingers from your mouth and you just stare at him.

He made you weak, and he could see it.

He steps back but you reach out, grabbing his shirt, "Fuck me like you hate me." You walk over to him and his hand lays loosely on the small of your back, "I don't want to hurt you."

"Take it all out on me." You nod, "I want you, Rafe."

He quickly lifts you up, walking over to his desk. He reaches behind you, swiping stuff out of the way before setting you down.

His lips on yours as his hands reach up to yank down the top of your dress. He extracts a moan from you when his fingers twist and turn each nipples.

"You sound so pretty." Rafe whisper, "Gonna sound even prettier with my cock ramming into you."

"Please." You whine, pulling your dress up to expose your thighs. Rafe kisses down your neck, and slides his fingers up your thighs.

He pulls down the band of your panties and you lift your hips for him to slide them down over your ass.

He pulls them down your legs and over your feet, stuffing them in his pocket, "You might get them back later."

He winks and slides his hands to behind your knees, he spreads your legs opens and pushes them back.

Your hands lay over his and you watch as he steps back, giving him room so he can bend down.

You gasp loudly when his lips connect with your clit.

A hand lifts off or the back of your thigh to you slide your hand in place, "Fuck, Rafe." You moan, feeling two fingers slide into you.

You bite down on your lip and Rafe lifts his head from your clit, "Don't be quiet now, baby. Keep givin' it to me."

Rafe repeatedly curls his fingers in a way that makes you arch your back off the desk, "Fuck.." you whimper out, "Shit."

"Tell me who makes you feel this good." Rafe squeezes your thigh and slowly thrusts his fingers in and out of your soaked cunt.

You let out a loud whine, "You do, baby."

"Who?" He asks, going back to curling his fingers and your mind is spiraling right now, "Y-you baby." He slowly pulls his fingers out of you and goes to unbuckling his pants, "Flip over."

You slide down off the desk, turning around to bend over it.

Your heart was racing.

Both due to the excitement of actually fucking Rafe and the anxiety you're having because you really are doing what JJ told you he was worried about.

You feel a hand grip your shoulder then it slides over to the front of your neck. Rafe tightens his grip slowly and pulls your head back.

You lean back as far as you can go and he leans forward, lips right next to your ear, "Say my name."

He slowly thrusts his cock into, immediately urging you to scream out, "Rafe! Fuck you make me feel so good."

His grip on your neck tightens and you let out a squeak. The harder he thrusts, the more you're vision is blacking out, "f-fu-"

You reach up and tap his hand. Rafe's hand immediately loosens its grip and moves to your shoulder, "Doin' so good at takin' me."

"Fuck, Rafe." You moan, "I'm gon- I'm so close." You push your hips back into his and he leans back, gripping both of your hips.

His thrusts turn animalistic, so good that it's actually starting to hurt you.

You whimper out, throwing your head back as the walls that ached for him, squeeze around his cock, "F-Fuck."

"Fuck." Rafe groans out, "So fuckin' tight around me."

He pushes as far on as he can go and holds himself still. You rock your hips, itching for the high of the orgasm he was just about to give you.

"Rafe." You whine, "P-please."

He pulls out, spinning you around to face him. He lifts your leg to his waist and you hold it there as he holds his cock steady to slip back into you.

Your head falls forward and you lean back onto your hand to hold yourself up. Your other hand goes to pull him in by the back of his neck.

His lips crash onto yours as his hips repeatedly pound against your body, "Such a fucking slut for me." Rafe groans against your lips.

You nod, moaning out, "Fuck, Rafe. Only for you."

He rests his forehead against yours and squeezes your thighs, "Fuck, I'm gonna cum inside of that perfect little pussy."

He looks at you and you bite your lip, nodding as your eyes roll closed to the feeling of his fingers on your clit, "Look at me, baby."

Your eyes snap open and you look up at him.

"Do you want that, too?" Rafe asks and you nod. He slides a hand up to the back of your head, gripping your hair tight, "Look at me. Tell me, please."

His voice is soft, whimperishly hot.

It unlocked something within you.

"I want you to cum in my pussy." You whimper out, "Fuck, Rafe." You dig your nails into his neck and let out a loud moan.

Your orgasm washes over, ripping strings of moans and curse words from your lips, "Fuck, fuck, fuck., R-Rafe."

He kisses your lips, swallowing your moans as he fucks you through your high, "Such a good girl." Rafe presses his lip to your forehead, his thrusts slow down, "But I still fucking hate you."

You smirk up at him, gasping as he thrusts his cock all the way into you, "Feeling's mutual."

He bites down on his lip, eyes locked on yours, "Maybe I should just hope I knock you up, hmm?" A smirk appears on his lips as he begins to thrust into you again.

You just stare up at him, chest rising and falling in a quick pace. You tilt your head back, moaning out as he squeezes your boob, "Just-" he lifts his to your chin, tilting your head forward, "Look at me, baby."

Rafe kisses your forehead, "just thinking about you being pregnant with my baby." He groans, tilting his head slightly, "Let everybody know that you're mine."

"Rafe." You whine out, feeling another orgasm coming on, "Fuck, fuck." You tangle your fingers in his hair and he leans in, "You gonna cum again, baby?"

You nod, face scrunched with pleasure, "Fuck. Yes."

Rafe attaches his lips to the side of your neck, earning a moaning you as he sucks a spot he knows for sure will be there tomorrow.

"Ra-Rafe!" You moan out, squeezing his cock with your walls. You dig your nails into his upper back and drag, earning a groan from Rafe.

His grip on your hips tighter and you feel him push his cock in as he spills his cum into you, "Shit." He shivers slightly and looks at you, "Damn."

You smirk, nodding as he sets your leg down, "uh huh."

He steps back, fixing himself as you put yourself back together. You stand up and you can feel the cum dripping from your beaten cunt, "Shit."

"What?" Rafe asks looking over at you. You laugh slightly, "I'm.." you sigh, "I'm leaking what you left inside of me."

He laughs, "Hot."

You roll your eyes, "No because now I have to walk home in-"

"Who said you're going home?" Rafe furrows his brows and you look at him confused, "I'm not going home?"

He shakes his head, "Remember how I said this isn't happening again?"

You laugh, "Yeah, I think I do."

He shrugs, "Well, I may have not meant that." You nod, "Mm." You smile, "I knew you couldn't do it."

"Couldn't do what?" Rafe asks getting defensive.

You laugh, "Calm down. Calm down. I knew you wouldn't be able to stay away."

"Fuck off." He rolls his eyes, "Come on."

"Wait, does this effect any of the-"

Rafe cuts you off, "It's either you get a shower with me or you walk home with my cum on your thighs." He laughs slightly, "Your choices, baby."

You sigh, "first option please."

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Again, sorry if this sucks. I've never written for Rafe before, so this is new to me.

Thanks for reading, ilysm! 🖤

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rafeandonlyrafe · 28 days

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easter day

words: 1.3k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, dad!rafe, mom!reader, fluffy and cute, talk of pregnancy, p in v sex

“when are they getting here?” rafe questions, hands on your hips, leaning over your shoulder to look at the counter where you're finishing frosting the sugar cookies with various pastel colors.

“uhh…” you glance at the clock. “any minute now.” you set down the piping bag as you finish the last detail and turn to look at rafe, changing your voice to a whisper. “are all the eggs hidden?”

“yup.” he nods. “and i already told harper that the small blue ones are for her brother so to let him get the easy ones. the easter bunny told me specifically.”

“smart.” you chuckle, letting rafe pull you in and press your lips together.

“i do just have one complaint.” rafe says, hands moving from your hips to grip your bum.

“and what would that be?” you look at your husband, one eyebrow raised.

“this dress.” rafe shakes his head. “you look too good in it, you're practically begging me to put a third kid in you.”

“not until elijah is two, remember?” you remind rafe.

“he's 18 months, that's practically two!” rafe lies through his teeth, his grin turning mischievous, knowing just how big of a difference six months can make in a baby's development.

“ill tell you what…” you run your hands up rafes chest. “why don't we sneak away when my parents get here? you know they act like we don't exist anyways.”

you can't blame them, harper just turned 5 and is a handful, which is only added to by elijah. while he's an angel, he's still a toddler and will get into anything and everything if you turn your back for even a minute.

“sounds perfect.” rafe gives you another kiss as harper runs into the kitchen, elijah still distracted in the corner in his bouncer.

“mommy!” she squeals, launching herself at you. you pick her up and easily turn her so she's on your hip. “mommy, mommy.” she continues. “the easter bunny came! i saw eggs in the backyard!”

“oh, yay!” you bounce her slightly as elijah giggles, reacting to harper's excitement. rafe heads to the bouncer and lifts him out.

“and look, mama made cookies.” you show her the frosted sugar cookie eggs and baby chicks. “and i left a couple unfrosted for you to do with grandma and grandpa!”

harper lets out another squeal and wiggles excitedly. “elijah, gammy and gamps are coming over!”

rafe chuckles at her mispronunciation. it started when she was first learning to talk and their names haven't changed since, even elijah calling them their nicknames.

there's a knock at the door and harper wiggles out of your arms to run towards the front, quickly followed by you and rafe, who unabashedly checks you out as harper opens the door to your parents.

“harper!” your mom steps in, wrapping her in a big hug, completing it with pressing kisses all over her face.

“and there's my little man.” your dad takes elijah from rafes arms, whose happy to give him up, itching to get that alone time with you.

you quickly usher your parents in, showing them the unfrosted cookies and other activities to keep your kids attention.

“rafe and i are gonna go finish their easter baskets.” in truth you've had their baskets finished for a week now, but there's no reason for them to know that.

“okay, that's fine dear.” your mom says, barely glancing to you as harper grabs a butter knife covered in pink frosting.

you grab your husband's hand, and he practically sprints up the stairs, pulling you right along with him into your bedroom.

“god, you knew this would happen didn't you?” rafe questions, hands gripping at your dress, pulling it up as he backs you up towards your bed, keeping the door slightly cracked so you can hear if anyone comes up the stairs. “you know i can't resist this dress.”

you keep your sundresses at the front of your closet, wearing them whenever you find a reason to, purely because of how rafe reacts to them.

“stop talking and hurry up.” you chastise rafe, fingers swiftly undoing the buttons of his crisp shirt until your hands can delve in and feel his muscles.

“yes, ma’am.” rafe smirks, lowering you onto the bed as his lips find yours again, fingers coming to your underwear to feel the wet spot that has started to form. his fingers swipe over the material until you’re moaning quietly, eyes shut.

“god, need to get inside you.” rafe groans, standing to undo his shorts and grab a condom from the nightstand as you take your underwear off, tossing them in the general direction of your hamper.

you use the moment of silence to listen, seeing if you can hear anything coming from downstairs, but all seems to be calm as rafe pulls your hips to the edge of the bed, lining up his cock with your entrance.

rafe sinks in slowly with a low groan as you gasp, gripping the bed sheets. its been far too long since you’ve been able to have a moment alone like this.

“so good, mama.” rafe wraps your legs around his hips as he begins to move, thrusting in and out of you, thumb already rubbing over your clit, knowing you both need to cum and get downstairs as soon as possible.

“yeah, feels good.” you whine, covering your mouth with your palm as you let out noises, rafe always able to get the sounds out of you even when you should be quiet.

rafe moves faster, cock pushing at your walls, stretching you open for his length.

“shit.” rafe groans. “we need to convince your parents or aunt wheezie to take them for a weekend.”

“mmm, that’s exactly what we need.” you nod. you know that you’d probably end up pregnant again if you had an uninterrupted weekend with rafe, you already feel the urge to reach down and pull the condom off of him, but the thought of dealing with elijah at his current age while pregnant has your mind clearing quickly.

“or we can start sending elijah to daycare once a week.” rafe says, glad that the conversation is helping quell his orgasm somewhat, not wanting to burst inside of you too early.

“fuck, whatever it takes to get more of this.” you push at rafes stomach. he takes a step back as you flip over on the bed, toes touching the floor as you turn onto your stomach.

“god, i wanna marry you all over again.” rafe pushes quickly back insides, thrusts now speeding up as his hands grip your ass, squeezing it and watching the way it jiggles with every thrust.

you push your hand below your body to touch your clit, rubbing it in pace with rafes cock pushing inside of you, pressing your face into the mattress to drown out your noises.

“gonna cum, baby.” rafe warns, cock swelling inside of you before hes releasing with one more deep thrust, triggering your own orgasm as your body shakes.

rafe pulls out, flipping your dress back down over your ass just in case someone sneaks upstairs as he discards of the condom and redresses before heading back to you, helping you turn over to sit on the edge of the bed.

“i love you.” rafe coos, pressing kisses to the top of your head as you lean against him.

“i love you too.” you take his hand in his. “and we should get back downstairs before they get suspicious.”

“absolutely.” rafe nods, following you out the bedroom and down the stairs, leaning in to whisper in your ear when he sees everyone is still occupied with frosting cookies, a smear of orange frosting across harpers nose. “and don’t think i forgot that you aren’t wearing panties anymore.”

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moremaybank · 6 months

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rafe is defo the kind of boyfriend to steal ur panties🫣🫣🫣

so...i sort of ventured into another direction but i'm not mad about it. innocent-ish!reader (18+)

stepbro!rafe who steals your panties to jerk off in them, and then makes you wear them all day long. he does it because he can't stop thinking about you. how you smell, how you taste. the way you're so innocent compared to him, and how he's slowly been corrupting you since he met you. he gets you to watch, has you sitting all pretty on his bed. your eyes glimmer with wonder, remaining locked on rafe's large fist circled around his shaft. he strokes and twists at his cock, thick veins protruding bulging from his hand. gravelly moans tumbling from his lips alongside every curse word under the sun. the silky fabric wrapped around him provides him with friction and encourages his movements. his eyes hold your gaze captive because you're awestruck and it feels good as hell to watch. your heart thumps harshly against your chest, threatening to break free. the apex between your thighs runs damp as you leak with excitement. you (not so) subtly grind your core as best as you can against the mattress beneath you, or clench your thighs together as the blood rushes to your clit. "thought you were innocent, princess?" he rasps, his free hand tipping your head up by your chin. "now look what daddy's doing to you. turning you into a slut for his own amusement. ain't that right?" and the way he says it, all filthy and cocky with a smirk playing on his lips...you salivate. your cunt throbs for him, and you're sure there's a wet patch soaking through the sheets beneath you. "answer me," he demands as his hand moves to grip your jaw. you swallow hard before muttering a yes, daddy for him. "god, keep lookin' at me like that. gonna cum." with you right in front of him, he pictures finally breaking your pussy in. pictures your eyes rolling back, and your little whimpers as he stretches your virgin hole nice and wide. pictures his hand wrapped around your throat, forcing your eyes open so you look at him and only him. how wet and warm your silky walls will feel around him. and he cums. his load fills your panties, thick, creamy white laying on the thin black fabric. still fighting for his breath, he shows them to you, watching your eyes widen in delight. "you're gonna wear these for daddy, alright? want you walking around soaked in me all day long. can you do that for me, sweetheart?" and you're pulling them on faster than you realize.

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sugarcoatedstarkey · 4 months

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Fake boyfriend p3-

pairings - soft!rafe! X virginfem!reader

summary - you lie to your befriend that you have a boyfriend.

warnings - alcohol, language, mention of touching.

“So y/n, favorite position?” Kelsie questions, your body stiffens above Rafe. His hand squeezes your thigh, you screwed your face up at her. Her eyes were glassy and eyelids half closed, she was wasted. If she had been sober she would never have asked a personal question like that in a game. She would have asked you the details in private.

“Come on, don't be shy!”

All eyes are on you awaiting your answer, your skin was going to be a permanent shade of red if people kept embarrassing you. Clearing the back of your throat. “I-”

The words don’t seem to form, everyone’s still staring at you causing your heart to pound in your chest. “My girl is a lady, she doesn’t like to disclose personal information… but for the sake of the game and to keep you guys quiet she really loves to ride me”.

You have to bite your tongue to stop the choking sound formulating in the back of your throat, your skin covered in goosebumps at the idea of sitting on Rafe’s cock. Why were you suddenly so comfortable with the idea of sex? Subconsciously your body moved against him when the tingles spread from your toes to your pussy. Kelsie’s eyes are wide and she lets out a squeal. “Goddamn! Bestie you're holding out on details!”.

You shook your head, letting out a forced laugh. You were letting this fake boyfriend thing go too far, you didn’t want to lie to her about sex. Rafe’s hands tighten around your hips to stop you from moving. “You keep moving and we are going to have a problem” he whispered into your ear, the hair on the back of your neck standing up. Your body straightens up against him, did he mean what you thought he meant? Was you moving against him causing him to get an erection?

Everyone turns to Topper and waits for him to choose truth or dare. You're not even sure why you were playing the game, you’d not played it since grade 8 where you got dared to kiss Jacob the popular boy. It was another embarrassing moment to add to the list of embarrassing moments.

Rafe clears his throat, turning your head slightly to look down at him. “Sorry, I’m not sure if you wanted me to say anything”.

“Oh no, thank you for saving me. I um- I wouldn’t have known what to say anyway since you know… I’m a virgin” you whisper, you can feel his heartbeat pick up against your chest. “I see” is all he says and you both avert your attention back to the game happening in front of you.

“Rafe’s turn!” Kelsie squeals, she’s handing everyone shots which you politely decline only to get an evil glare from your best friend. “Dare”.

“I dare you to make out with y/n”

“Kelsie, they are dating remember” Sam laughs, shaking her head at your best friend. “So? My bestie finally has a boyfriend. I wanna see her kiss him again”.

The rhythm of your heart had only just calmed, picking up a few notches you could heart it in your eardrums, the same tingles spread through you when you feel him around move under you, angling both your bodies to look at one another.

You're more nervous than the night before, this time you didn’t have liquid courage. This time you were going to kiss him completely sober, you were also sure he was sober so he would remember what a terrible kisser you were.

His lips turn up into a smile, the creases around his mouth have you feeling strange. His thumb and forefinger reach up to hold your chin, angling your face up slightly. Your breathing is heavy, chest rising and falling faster than usual. His eyes search your face for a sign of discomfort, only to be met by approval. His thumb swipes over your bottom lip pulling it slightly away from your lips, your eyes flutter closed as his lips dust over yours.

You're pushing your body into his, deepening the kiss before he can. His hand holds you by the jaw, lips moving roughly against each other. His tongue slips between your lips and his hands are pulling at your waist, trying to bring you as close to him as possible. Your legs have a mind of their own, moving to straddle his lap.

You're both so caught up in the kiss you forget you're playing some childish game, neither of you hearing your friends behind you who coughed and called your names. They give up after a few tries and end up leaving the room, making their way to the pool.

You're running out of breath and pull away, foreheads pressing against each other. Your breath fans over his lips as you calm your racing heart, you're brought back to reality when you hear a loud splash. Turning away from Rafe to see no one was in the room anymore.

“Sorry… I” you begin to say but he cuts you off by pressing his finger to your lips. The urge to suck his finger is strong, you have to grind your teeth to stop you from doing so. “Why are you apologizing”.

“I don’t know…”

“Have you ever kissed someone like that before?” He questions, his finger has dropped from your lips now. Both hands lay upon your thighs as you still straddled him, very aware of the hard lump pressing against your core. “No”.

“Did you like it?”

“Yeah oh yeah definitely”

He nods his head, another small smirk on his lips. “Can I ask you a personal question?”.

“Sure” he looks at you for a moment and contemplates what he’s going to ask, his eyes searching your face once again. “Is there a reason you're a virgin? I mean you're a beautiful girl, it can’t be anything to do with your looks”.

Your cheeks flush pink again, moving your body off him and onto the seat beside him. His own body seems to follow you for a movement, his back lifting from the chair but he quickly settles back down.

“No real reason, I just have never felt comfortable with someone. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a horny 22 year old but I’m not going to pick someone up at a party. I need to feel comfortable and I went to a girl high school and when I move into uni, my parents were into me about finishing with the highest grades… I didn’t get a proper childhood”.

He nods his head in understanding, being a virgin has never made you feel embarrassed up until Kelsie wouldn’t shut up about it infront of people. It was your body and decision, no one has ever made you feel comfortable enough to get naked and go further than kissing and even then the people you had kissed before Rafe never sent shivers down your spine. Rafe had you feeling a different way, you were embarrassingly wet for him the moment your eyes caught his and you didn’t care, you enjoyed feeling this way.

“Did you want to go for a swim?”

“Let’s go”

You follow him out of the house and down the stairs into the garden, you're surprised he knows where he is going but assume he must have snooped while you were asleep. Your eyes are trained on his chest as he takes his shirt off, his abs are rock hard. You have a sudden urge to run your hands down them but you stop yourself.

“Wait I need my swimsuit”

Before he can respond, you're bounding up the stairs again, forcing your way through your bedroom and rummaging in your drawers. You didn’t own anything sexy, but you didn’t care any swim suit made your boobs looked good.

You change quickly and race back outside, Rafe still stood in the same place but with a beer this time. He nods at you as you walk back down the stairs, as soon as you're at his side he’s wrapping his arm around your shoulder walking the two of you to the pool.

Another shiver runs down your spine, his hands instinctively rub up and down them to keep you warm. You give him a soft smile and let him walk you to the edge of the pool.

Music drowns everything out, you watch closely at your best friend who floats on her back in silence. Though she can sense your near she pushes herself up from the water and locks eyes with you.

“Y/n!” Your best friend screams, you give Rafe a smile and race around the pool. Jumping into the water in front of her, she wraps her around around you and straddles your waist. “I’m having the best time, are you having the best time?”

“Yeah babe of course!”

The two of you chat and float around, swimming over to your other friends and then playing a game of Marco Polo. You swim over to the side away from everyone to catch your breath, head leaning against the concrete, Rafe joins you momentarily after.

“It’s funny how we literally just met but everyone seems to be acting like we’ve been friends for years” he chuckles softly, you straighten up and look at how everyone’s just doing there thing, he drops his arm on the cement behind your shoulders, even though he had been in the water you can still smell the cologne on him.

“Well I’ve known who you are since you arrived, everyone knows who you are. You're just more reserved and stick to your friends” he admits, he looks down at you for a brief moment and then back at the water.

“Oh”

He was right, you moved here just before your 20th birthday. Your parents brought you a house on the island for your birthday, and said they lined up for a transfer with your degree. They wanted you to get away from home, uni had been hard and your motivation had been lacking.

Outer banks was only a 4 hours car ride from home, you didn’t really have a choice in the matter. But you didn’t really care because you didn’t have many friends at home anyway.

“But nothing wrong with sticking with your friends, I stick with mine”

You nod in understanding and leaning back, you can feel his bicep on your shoulder blades. Goosebumps litter your skin, you can feel your nipples harden against the material of your swimsuit. “Cold?”

Your face blushed a deep red, thankfully the night sky hid it. You could feel his eyes on you for a moment and then he pulled you away from the seat, his big hands holding your thighs and wrapping them around his waist. His arms hugged you close, his mouth pressed to your collarbone. “Better?”

You nod frantically, the goosebumps still visible but the heat from his body warmed you from the inside out. You were so shamefully wet right now, you could feel his abs against your pussy. Tightening your legs around him instinctively. “You okay?”

“Mhm” you breathe, you let him walk you both up and down the length of the pool. Everyone shouts and plays games around you but it feels like it’s only the two of you in the pool. “Get a room!” Topper shouts out, everyone laughs in the response.

“Let’s give them a show”

You nod your head eagerly, your lips had been longing to feel his against yours since he wrapped your legs around him.

He’s hungrily kissing your lips, slipping his tongue between your open mouth. Shamefully the heels of your feel dig into his lower back, pressing your cunt against his abs tighter chasing some sort of pressure.

His hands are timidly grabbing your ass cheeks and your bucking your hips against him. “Sorry” you squeak, his lips trail down your neck.

“Gross!” Everyone shouts but they turn back to their game, leaving you both in your own little world. He’s walking you until your back is pressed to the wall of the pool. “Rafe”

“Sorry sorry” he quickly says moving away from you but you're quick to stop him, his eyes shoot down to yours as you pull him back. “Don’t apologize”

He nods and keeps his hands underneath your thighs, you wiggle down a little and grind your hips into his hardening cock. “What are- what do you need?”

“I don’t know”

His lips are on yours again, your rolling your hips against his again. “Have you ever touched yourself?”

You nod your head, just because you were a virgin didn’t mean you didn’t chase that high. You were a believer of relieving your stress every chance you got, whether that be your fingers or a vibrator.

“Do you want- do you want me to touch you?”

“Please”

Part four

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