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Liar Liar Pants on Fire

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x kook!fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, takes place in the early episodes of season 1, porn with a lil plot, innocence kink (kinda), realistic loss of virginity, cherry popping, blood, piv, kinda soft dom!rafe, underaged drinking, mentions of weed, kinda public sex, hints of body insecurity, praise kink, biting, unprotected sex but reader is on bc, not edited

Summary: During a party, y/n teases Rafe and says something that flipped a switch in him. He drags her out to Toppers boat.

A/N: recently just started watching OBX and of course my love for toxic men just had to write smut for my husband Rafe Cameron

It was Summer and of course the Kook prince had to throw a party.

We were all sat around a fire pit, Sarah and Top on one chair, while I was with Kelce on a bench as we both nursed our second beers of the night.

Though I was a year older than Sarah, Top, and Kelce, they were my closest friends. Sar’s brother, Rafe, was in the friend group too but he obviously has his friends that are his age.

“Your boobs look amazing in that top!” Sarah said from across the fire.

I look down at my top to admire it also. I flashed her a giggly smile and a thanks.

I can feel Kelce stare at my chest. I was used to guys looking at me especially my guy friends, but I liked toying around with them and teasing.

I leaned towards his ear. “You wanna touch them, don’t ya?” I whispered in a sultry voice.

He shook his said up and down. My hand grabbed his jaw, turning his face so we make eye contact.

“Well that’s just too bad.” I giggled as I let go and patted his cheek roughly.

Topper let out a laugh that made him spit out a little of his beer.

“Poor Kelce!” a voice behind me said.

I turned my head to see Rafe motherfucking Cameron. The boy that everyone wanted a piece of.

His eyes looked down on me as I sat low on the bench.

He took a few steps closer to me. “That was a good one.” he combed his fingers through my hair but once he got to the end he tugged a little, earning a little whine from me.

He gave his signature smirk and signaled me to scoot closer to Kelce so he can sit next to me.

Rafe was like me, always teasing. The group was used to us teasing each other or us teasing some other Kooks.

I put my feet up on the bench and turned my body facing Rafe. “Open ur legs.” I said to him.

“You know usually I’d listen after a date or two, but for you i’ll accept it.” He scoffed as he widened his legs.

I put my sock covered feet between his thighs, my heel grazing his bulge. I could see his jaw tighten.

God, teasing him felt so good.

With a cold beer bottle in his hand, Rafe dragged the glass from my ankle up to my knee. It sent goosebumps even with the bonfire keeping me warm.

I lift my heel a little and press it just a little onto his bulge through his linen pants. I can feel my leg rise from his hip bucking up, unnoticed to the others.

He clicked his tongue and brought his hand behind my neck, pulling me close to his face.

“You’re a tease y/n.” he grumbled into my ear. I can smell the alcohol and weed mixed with his cologne.

“C’mon Rafe, I know you like it.” my hand reached to his hair to mess it up a bit. I imagine how his hair would look after he railed me, how his hair would stick to his forehead.

He chuckled as he took a swig from his beer.

“Ooo I like that!” I chimed, my eyes bright.

He looked at me confused, thinking that i’m crazy or something. “Like what?”

“I like saying your name.” My thumb rubbed circles behind his ear.

“You do?” his eyebrows were raised but he was playful.

I put my mouth right by his ear, my cheek against his so nobody can hear me.

“Don’t ya wanna hear me moan it? Oh Rafe. Right there Rafe. Fu-fuck Rafe.” I fake moaned as my left hand rested my beer bottle on top of his crotch where his pants tightened.

“Music to my ears, but I’m gonna need to hear it for real.”

I bit at my lip. “Rafey. Please please take my virginity. Oh Rafe.” I teased again.

His head whipped fast, his face turned to me as our noses were barely touching. His eyes were blown and his nose was flaring.

“What?” I said. I was genuinely confused, I was worried I did something wrong, that I pissed him off.

He pushed my legs away from his and standing up. He blocked the fire from me, his shadow looming over me.

“Rafe?” I looked at him as his chest rose and fell fast.

“Get up.” he commanded.

I stood up on my feet, leaving my beer on the bench. I was confused and i’m sure it showed on my face.

He looped two fingers through the belt loops of my jean shorts, turning away and pulling me away from the group.

“Hey, where are you guys going?” Sarah yelled.

“Shut up!” Rafe yelled at his sister which earned him a middle finger from her.

I took my hand and smacked his shoulder. “Don’t talk to her like that.”

“You shut the fuck up too.” he pulled me harder behind him as we still walked to who-knows-where.

The sound of our feet hitting the did changed to thuds of metal, we were on Topper’s dock.

We reached Topper’s new boat, the red and black gleamed in the light of the moon.

“Get in.” he commanded again.

“You’re joking. Top is gonna get mad.” I looked at him like he was crazy.

“Y/n.” he looked down at me. “get. in.”

I sighed and turned away from him to get ahold of the boat, taking a step down into the new $200k boat.

I can feel Rafe’s presence behind me, both of us getting into the boat.

I sat in the captains chair, spinning around and playing around with the wheel.

He towered over me, all I tried to do was ignore him.

“You’re a virgin?” He said with a slight rasp.

I stopped toying around and sighed, slouching into the chair.

“Yeah.” I whispered out.

“Fuck.” he chuckled. He put his hand on the back of the captains chair, leaning his body forward. “You do a whole lotta teasing for a virgin.”

“It’s fun.” I flashed him a small girly smile.

His hand moved to the side of my face, his thumb rubbing on the apples of my cheeks. “Well do you wanna lose it or not?”

I looked at him in his eyes, they’re blown. Black taking over the color of his eyes. His lips were close to mine, his touch sent butterflies all over.

“Yeah.” I choked out.

“What was that?” he asked.

“I wanna lose it Rafe.” he tilted his head back with a groan.

Seeing his throat and his adam’s apple bob made me feel some type of way.

He looked back down at me before pulling my face towards his. Connecting our lips.

He pulled me up and brought me down onto the seats of the boat, my back laid down against the leather.

His hands reached down to my buttons of my shorts. “Are you sure?”

“C’mon Rafe! I’ve been waiting for you to.” I joked around but made sure he knew I was serious.

I unbuttoned my shorts swiftly with one hand as his other held my cheek as he brought his lips to mine again.

I helped him by taking off my shorts, leaving me in my crewneck and my bikini.

His tongue pressed at my lips asking for entrance, our saliva mixing. I’m able to taste the weed and alcohol.

His bulge was grinding onto my clothed clit, I was getting wetter with every ounce of pressure he put on my core.

His free hand toyed with my hem of my sweater, tugging it upwards.

I pull away from his lips.

“On or off?” it’s like he was able to read my mind with what I was going to tell him.

“On.” I quickly said before I pulled him down onto my lips again.

He rolled his hips into my core. “Fuck do that again.” I moaned out into his ear as he sucked bruises onto the column on my throat.

He repeatedly was grinding against me, I was getting more and more slick.

He dragged his free hand down to my hip, drawing light and feathery circles onto the skin. His fingers then moving to the bundle of nerves that made me both tense and relax.

“Look at you. Responding so well to my touch.” he spoke so deep.

It was like his words flowed with the figure 8’s his fingers were making. My body was on auto pilot, my hips bucking up into his hand.

“You think you’re ready, huh?” he asked.

I whined a yes.

He sat up and kneeled on his knees on the seat, my body tilted up by my elbows with my chest rising and falling.

He looked at me with hungry dark eyes as his fingers worked at the buttons of his pants. His bulge prominent which made my mouth water.

He stood up to pull down his pants, leaving him in his tight boxers and his shirt.

“Can I touch?” I looked up at him with wide innocent eyes.

“Fuck, go ahead.” he sighed out.

I sat up and licked my lips. My hands landed on his hips, my thumbs swiping against the material of his boxers.

I brought my lips to his clothes crotch, leaving kisses on his tent. My saliva leaving lip marks on the cloth.

I left kisses on his pelvis bone, making sure that my cheek put pressure on his cock. I can feel his precum leaking through the cloth of his underwear.

He groaned and lord I wish I recorded the sounds he made. His hand tangled into my hair, taking control over my movement.

His hand moving my head back to the center where my lips touch his bulge. My moans against him made him groan and give out whines he tried to hide.

“You’re so good for me.” he breathed out as he pulled me up by my hair and forcing my head into a kiss.

“It’s your last chance to back out.” he looked at me sincerely while he palmed himself.

“Take it Rafe.” I went on the tips of my toes to kiss him.

He pulled down his boxers and with a thud against his skin, his cock was standing hard against his abs.

He pushes my body down onto the seat of the boat and slid his body on top of mine. My legs automatically wrapped around his waist.

He pulls my bikini bottom to the side, his fingers rubbing my slick around. The tips of his fingers intendedly missing the places where I wanted him the most.

He is a tease and so am, that’s compatibility for you.

He leans down so his tip is at my entrance. He puts a free hand between my breasts, feeling my heart racing and my chest rising.

“Breath. Tell me when to stop.” I nodded with my lip stuck between my teeth.

This was the most calm and caring i’ve ever seen him, his eyebrows softened, and all the tension on the surface was gone.

He took his time and made sure I was comfortable for my first time. He pushed in his tip which makes me inhale and dig my nails into his shoulder.

He looks at me to make sure he can push in more, I give him confirmation to just push it all it.

It burns, the stretch is sore and feels uncomfortable. I’ve never felt this full, i’ve never felt this mix of pleasure and pain.

I patted his shoulder to signal Rafe to move. He pulled out half way and grind back into me, his pelvis rubbing at my clit.

The pain started to go away the more he thrusted in and out.

“Oh fuck” I moaned out as I tilted my head up to look at where our bodies were connected.

I’m able to see the strings of my slick attaching itself to the fair skin of Rafes cock, pelvis, and balls.

The feeling in my tummy tightened with each thrust. His balls hit my ass cheeks repeatedly, they rippled.

“Rafe rafe rafe!” I whimpered into his neck, trying not to be so loud.

“C’mon y/n, give it to me. C’mon.” he accentuated his words.

I tried to hold it in, but it kept on unraveling and tugging. It was so tight at the pit of my stomach.

I squeezed my legs around his torso and just let go, biting the junction between his shoulder and neck.

I was sure I broke skin and that the metallic taste was his blood. He groaned and hissed from the pain which he loved.

I sucked where my teeth punctured and soothed it with my tongue.

Once I calmed down, he pulled out of me which made me hiss. I tilted myself up and watched him tug his cock with his hand.

His voice was angelic. “Fuck! I love how I ruined you.” he held his bottom lip between his teeth, groaning.

His eyes remained in contact with mine, never looking else where.

I flashed him a little smile as my eyes raked up his body, from his cock to his abs, to that gorgeous face.

That smile was his final straw. He shot large loads of cum onto my bathing suit bottoms and on his hand.

With the little bit of light coming from the party, I can see the mixture of my cum and his, with my blood on his hand.

I swiped my finger onto my bathing suit bottoms, collecting the just released cum. I brought it to my mouth and wrapped my lips around my finger.

My eyelids were heavy but I wanted to see Rafe’s reaction. I hummed at the salty warm taste, I was addicted.

His jaw was still open as he caught his breath but his eyes and his cock showed that this was just the beginning.

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venussss01 · 10 months

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my favorite works/ recommendations 3

anakin skywalker™

- pretty baby by @luxtrys

- yes here by @fuckmyskywalker

- a hundred and ten percent ready by @luxtrys

- late night thot by @fuckmyskywalker

- babysitting by @fuckmyskywalker

- teacher’s pet by @s-brant

- good resolutions by @spacesurfing

- can’t get enough by @geekforhorror

stiles stilinski™

- let me help you by @theemporium

- you’re my friend not theirs by @messylustt

- warmth by @asterias-record-shop

- desperation by @murdrdocs

- enemies with benefits mlist by @slut4thebroken

- how funny do you think teasing is now by @theemporium

- no plot needed by @ghostgardn

rafe cameron™

- she’s mine by @antxlss

- too friendly by @blueicequeen19

- dark!rafe by @bratty-lxndry444

- stepbrother by @murdrdocs

- casual affection by @proactivetypaperson

- just checking my phone by @randomoutsiders

- prom night series by @sevenwivesofrafecameron

- argumentative by @applcrumbl

- bad news by @blackthunder137

- darling angel by @emmalandry

- taking care of rafe by @cal-flakes

- call me fucking dumb by @xob1tchs

patrick bateman™

- stuck in an elevator by @makeyoumine69

- don’t be shy now by @makeyoumine69

- obsession by @makeyoumine69

- dad’s best friend by @makeyoumine69

- i wanna feel you in my bones by @makeyoumine69

#rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron x reader #fic recs #fic recommendation #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker smut #star wars #obx fanfiction #rafe obx #obx #star wars smut #patrick bateman #patrick bateman smut #american physco #stiles stilinski smut #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinksi x reader #teen wolf #teen wolf smut

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venussss01 · 1 year

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A/N: I'm sorry but this is short but I'm out of ideas

SMUT SMUT SMUT AND SMUT

Having your first time with Rafe tho- Like he's saying 'don't worry I'll be soft' but once he's inside you he goes fucking feral, sucking on your neck rubbing harsh circles on your clit, pulling your hair, biting you all that good stuff.

Then once your done he's like a different person, making a bath for you, sitting in it with you, but omfg he will start rubbing your clit again and you try to softly push away but fail so you say 'Rafe no more I'm tired' and he just shushes you and says 'let me take care of you baby'

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

Sorry I haven't been posting just I've been so busy!!

@bratty-lxndry444 IM NOT SURE IF YOU WANT TO BE TAGGED JS LMK IF YOU DONT

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venussss01 · 1 year

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With or without soap, I want him

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venussss01 · 1 year

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me and my friends judging met gala looks as if we don’t wear the same thing everyday

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venussss01 · 1 year

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perv!ethan that’s all i’m gonna say

lives for sleepovers with you, even though he sleeps on the floor, because after your shower when you’re not wearing a bra he just stares. and at night, the covers slip off your legs and your butt is right on the edge and your large shirt has ridden up to give ethan a view of your lacy panties.

eventually, he starts to try and get you to forgo panties all together; taking them off of your pile to take to your bathroom which forces you to come back and grab them only when you’re in your towel, water droplets on your pretty skin.

he’s so satisfied whenever you invite him to sleep in your bed with you. there’s a pillow that separates you at the start of the night, but when you go to sleep he moves it and scoots closer to you, pitifully sighing at the feeling of your body heat. his brown eyes are so focused on the little bit of your butt that he can see and it’s so arousing to him that his hand slips down to palm his hardening dick before he can even realize it.

tries to find a way to end up below you anytime you wear a dress or skirt. if you’re walking around the apartment, he’s laying on the couch or even the floor. when you’re at dinner, he drops his phone under the table, then his fork, then his napkin, then his knife.

offers to go to your dorm and get stuff for you just so he can rummage through your dirty clothes and get a sniff of your panties. sometimes, just smelling them isn’t enough and he finds himself fucking his hand with your panties wrapped around it, laid back on your bed and texting you an excuse (‘can’t find it yet might take a while’).

eventually gets the courage to take your panties but he stops when you complain about losing them in the residence hall laundry room. still, he has a collection that he's fairly proud of.

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venussss01 · 1 year

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HIS ARMS HELLO ????

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venussss01 · 1 year

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i want all three of them so badly

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venussss01 · 1 year

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An engaging in character story is important and a wonderful entertaining diversion. But fan fiction needs more than one sexy scene, said everyone on Tumblr.

And I agree whole heartedly.

(not my gifs but now that I found them I'm not giving them up!)

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venussss01 · 1 year

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WRONG

pairing rafe cameron x fem!reader

summary you and rafe have an agreement. just sex, no feelings. (based on the song "wrong" by zayn feat. kehlani)

warnings 18+, mostly smut, unprotected sex, creampie, choking, semi-public sex, handjob, use of restraints (cuffs), switch!rafe i guess?? (reader takes control), language, let me know if i missed any

author’s note finally found a small speck of motivation to write. also i adore this song, so i took the excuse to write a fic based on it

RAFE MASTERLIST

oh, we're not in the same place

show me in the same light

feels right when we take flight

clothes off 'cause she's so soft

this ain't a fair fight

i wanna shed light on the subject

i'll get her wetter than ever

four letters are never the question

she likes when i'm messy

and i like when she's undressing

rafe understood your body on an unfathomable level, more than anyone you'd ever given yourself over to. he knew what made you tick. he knew what made your eyes roll back and your legs tremble beyond measure. he knew which spots on your body would make you crumble if he kissed them or scraped his teeth against. with just a filthy sentence whispered into your ear, he would make you submit to him with the snap of a finger.

the two of you fit together perfectly, like a puzzle that had just been completed, with every piece in its rightful place. and this held true with every encounter between the two of you.

"oh, rafe," you mewled as you gripped the edge of the counter you were placed on. your knuckles were sore as you held on tightly, trying to keep yourself in place as rafe fucked you.

you could feel the bass from the blaring music vibrating the house's structures and hear the party-goers right outside. it filled you with an immense thrill as you thought about how all it would take was one person to open the restroom door and catch the two of you in the act.

"that feel good, baby? tell me who knows this pussy best. let me hear it, let everyone in this goddamn party hear it," he gritted through his teeth as his fingers dug into the plush flesh of your thighs. "who makes you feel this fucking good?"

"you, rafe. fuck, right there," you responded.

rafe brought your legs to hook over his muscular shoulders, practically bending you in half as he pummelled into you. one hand found your throat, choking you as he held you upright.

"yeah? you gonna be good and cream all over me, princess? show me how much you wanna make me proud?" he brought a hand down to your clit, rubbing harsh circles onto it as he felt your legs begin to shake against both of his shoulders.

"yes, yes, yes. shit," you gasped, your head leaning against the bathroom counter behind you felt the coil deep in your belly strengthen. you knew you were about to snap, and rafe could feel how close you were as your walls pulsated around him, the grip they had on his cock becoming tighter. "rafe!"

rafe used his grip on your throat to draw your face to his, and he kissed you breathless as you both fell over the edge. he groaned into your mouth as your tongues stroked against each other.

he pulled away, leaning his forehead against your own as he felt his cock unload inside of you. he drew his cock out, watching his cum start to seep out of your entrance, but he was quick to stop it as he stuffed his fingers inside of you, pushing his release back inside you.

you shuddered as his fingers massaged your walls, and you whined at his touch.

"i want you to do something for me, baby," rafe spoke, withdrawing his fingers from you and shoving them inside your mouth so you could taste the mixture of both of your releases. he felt your tongue slither around his digits as you savoured the heavenly concoction. "i want you to go back out there, and let my cum drip down your thighs. that way, if anyone tries to get a look at that sweet little pussy, they'll know i've already claimed it."

but it didn't matter how perfect things were physically between you because the minute you two got entangled with each other, you and rafe made it explicitly clear; it was just about the sex. you craved a deep stress reliever, and rafe craved the same.

and that's all that it was.

you're looking in the wrong place for my love

don't think because you're with me this is real

you're looking in the wrong place for my love

don't stop what you're doing 'cause i like how you're doing it

despite the fact that things between the two of you would never be classified as more than a hook-up, that did nothing to stop you guys from drowning in each other at any given moment. neither of you was looking for love, or even companionship for that matter, but the sex was too good to let go of.

and if there was no viable reason to stop, why would you?

"don't get too attached to this cock, princess. you know what this is," rafe mumbled against your skin. he let his lips adorn the skin of your neck as you rode him in the backseat of your car.

"in your dreams, cameron. i just came here for your dick. nothing else."

"hm, is that so?" he asked, his arms wrapping around your frame tightly, keeping you in place. he began to fuck up into you, the sound of his thighs smacking against the backs of yours and your ass. "you really think any other dick is gonna fuck you this deep?"

you clung to him, your arms wrapped around the back of his neck as you let him plunge against your g-spot. your breath hitched, and you cried out, "don't fucking stop. jesus fucking christ."

that wasn't exactly the answer rafe was expecting, but it still gave him the satisfaction of knowing he was right.

"didn't think so," he smirked to himself as his thrusts became punishing and unrelenting. "no one will ever fuck you as good as i do. remember that."

here with you 'cause you got the right vibe

seems like you probably got a dope mind

but it's gotta be the right time

we're only good for the night time

i see through your demeanor, baby, i'm a pleaser

i go out my way to treat you, but i can't be a teacher

'cause i'm a problem with problems, i know who i am and i'm not no good

you can have me tonight or never, i thought you understood

baby, some people are meant to be loved and others just naked

so take what i'm willing to give and love it or hate it

you and rafe were inexplicable messes, through and through. forever on power trips, you thrived off of being in control and that bled through every shared rendezvous.

"what the fuck do you think you're doing?" rafe questioned, watching as you cuffed each of his wrists to your bedposts. "i thought you understood my rules. i'm the one in charge here."

"you said that. i, however, didn't," you replied, smirking at him. "let me share my rules with you. you're gonna sit here and let me use you in every single way i can think of, and if you behave, maybe i'll even be nice and let you have some fun of your own."

you spat onto your palm and wrapped it around rafe's hard cock. you started to jerk him, taking your time as you watched the fire ignite behind his eyes. his hips stuttered subconsciously, and you used your free hand to keep him from moving.

"this is bullshit. you fucking need me, and you know it," rafe gruffed. "if you don't uncuff me, i swear to god i'll fuck you right into this mattress."

"shhh," you cooed, shushing him with the index finger of your free hand. you kissed him sensually, leaving your lips only millimetres away from his as you mumbled against him. "i'm in control here, baby. and don't get it twisted. i don't need you. i need your cock. there's a difference."

you nipped at his bottom lip, tugging it out and letting it go with a snap as you kept up your motions on his cock. "now are you gonna be quiet and let me fuck you until you're begging to cum or not?"

he nodded, and you hovered over his hips, allowing yourself to sink onto his cock.

"you feel so fucking good, rafe. so deep, shit."

you started to roll your hips, letting every inch of his thick length massage your cunt's walls. he filled you up in a savorous manner, and it made your mouth water. you could feel him everywhere; in the tips of your fingers and toes, throughout your arms and legs, in your chest, hell, in your damn throat. he surrounded you, overwhelmingly so, but in the best way possible.

"f-fuck," he moaned, slumping against the headboard as you rose to your feet and started to bounce up and down on his cock. your walls were so velvety and warm and wet, you felt like ecstasy wrapped around him, and he could no longer focus on the lack of control he possessed in that moment.

you were like a drug, unlike any other one he'd ever tried, and you were ten times more addictive. he wasn't sure how he would ever overcome the vice-gripped chokehold you and your pussy had on him.

you took every opportunity to remind him that you only wanted one thing from him, and you were also sure to put him in his place. you could take control of the situation just as easily as he could, and you would never let him forget it.

i don't, i don't really know

i don't, i don't really care

maybe keep it on the low

stories that i don't wanna share

it was simple; less talking, more fucking.

you didn't care about what had him so worked up or angry whenever he came by to see you, and vice-versa. there was no need for small talk or chit-chat. all you craved was a release.

rafe would use your body and do whatever he pleased. he'd take you any time, anywhere. edging you until you cried for him. fucking you until all you could do was let him fuck him to his cock's content. slurping and lapping at your cunt until you physically couldn't take anymore.

and you would ride him until he was whimpering and begging for a break. your hand would stay wrapped around his throat, keeping his heated gaze locked on yours as you brought him to your mercy as many times as you wished. sucking his cock, letting him touch the back of your throat and allowing him to feel you gag around him as you chose his dick over the oxygen vital for your survival.

neither of you cared about what lay underneath the surface or what pushed you so far that you needed to search for physical solace in the other's body.

none of that other stuff mattered. what did matter was that you were able to blow off some steam with no limits regarding how you did so.

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venussss01 · 1 year

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Prompt 12 with rafe 😇 🫶🏻

"your boyfriend doesn't need to know about this."

warnings 18+, unprotected sex, fingering, creampie, squirting, cheating, language

prompt list (requests closed) / rafe masterlist

Things with your boyfriend are tumultuous, to say the least. The two of you seem to argue at the drop of a hat. It doesn't matter how minor the issue is; it always snowballs into a screaming match that ends in both of you going your separate ways for the night.

You aren't quite sure what he does when you leave the house, but you're always quick to run out of there, finding consolation in the arms of Rafe Cameron.

Turning to Rafe when you need a stress reliever is all you crave the minute things turn sour, even if it is against your better judgment. He just scratches that itch a million times over and does it with ease.

"Fuck, Rafe."

Your nails sink into Rafe's leather seats as you bounce on his cock. Your past release is dripping down his cock, giving you even more slick to work with as you take everything you need from him.

You can't help it, but your mind starts to wander. You aren't without remorse, and as hard as you try, you can't deny the thoughts of how this would affect your relationship.

Rafe senses the energy between you shift, and his eyes flit up to yours. "Don't," he warns, "your boyfriend doesn't need to know about this."

"I...I need to tell him. Shit," you curse when he rubs against your sweet spot.

"Yeah? You wanna tell him how I'm the only one that can fuck the attitude out of you and keep you cumming 'til you're crying?"

"Rafe."

Rafe's hand grips your throat, tugging you to him. He nips at your earlobe before his teeth graze over the shell of your ear. "Why don't you tell him how you let me fuck you in the bed where he sleeps at night? In the house he bought for you?"

His free hand finds your clit with ease, rubbing it with vicious motions. Your knees buckle, and he wraps the arm that previously controlled your neck around your back, keeping you upright. He starts to fuck his cock up into you, taking control of the situation.

"Or better yet, let me cum inside you and leave it there for him to see when he tries to make this shit up to you."

You let out a loud whine as you clench around him. "Please. Please," you beg. "Oh my god, I'm so fucking close."

"I don't like that you let him fuck you, princess. You're wasting this pussy on him," he gripes, fucking you harder. "He doesn't deserve this perfect pussy. Doesn't know what to do with it."

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming," you chant, wrapping your arms behind Rafe's neck as you hold on. He keeps up his perfect rhythm, and you squeeze the life out of his cock as you release.

"Oh, fuck."

You signal his own release, and his cum shoots into your walls. He fucks it into you with a few lazy but harsh thrusts and pulls out. He doesn't allow you to breathe, though, because you feel his thick fingers pound inside you.

"What are you doing?" You ask, eyes wide at his invasion.

"Reminding you that I'm the one that knows this pussy best. Not him," he gruffs, repeatedly hooking his fingers against your g-spot. His thumb works magic on your clit, and the overstimulation shocks you. "Make a mess, princess. Squirt for me."

You shake your head furiously, "N-no. I can't."

Rafe moves faster, rougher, and your legs start to shake. His free hand grips your jaw in warning as his dark gaze locks on yours, "You will."

Like clockwork, he pulls another orgasm from you as easily as his lungs pull oxygen in, and within seconds your juices pour out of you, drenching you both.

"You're not telling him shit."

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venussss01 · 1 year

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Incorrect Quotes - The Walking Dead Edition.

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Y/n: "So, Daryl is no longer allowed to take the trash out at night."

Rick: "What, Why?"

Y/n: "Because, I've caught him trying to train raccoons to fight five times in a row."

Daryl: *arms crossed and pouting* "You'll be thanking me when the third raccoon battalion saves your ass from walkers."

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Rick: *walks into the room*

Y/n: "He's covered in blood again. Why is it he's always covered in blood?"

Daryl: "Well, it looks like it’s his own blood this time."

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Y/n: "Not gonna lie, I'm kind of afraid of Rick..."

Daryl: As you should be.

Y/n: "No, for real, he's kind of-"

Daryl: "As. You. Should. Be."

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Daryl: *whispering* "So when are we gonna tell them?"

Rick: *whispering* "Just give them a minute."

Y/n: *Pulling harshly on a door that clearly says push.*

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venussss01 · 1 year

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after being dead since july, let me supply yall with some imagines for my newest obsession; tate langdon

i <3 my boyfriend🤭

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this post contains sexual contents, don’t read it if you’re uncomfortable wirh sexual scenes

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imagine tate coming back from a therapy sesh with ur father, and being crazy mad cause your father just told him that he has a strong fear of rejection, so he bends you over your desks and fucks you from behind while whispering in your ear, “you’d never reject me, huh sweetheart? you’ll always be my littlw slut, and never say no to me, isn’t that right?”

imagine tate observing you quietly before yall ever talked, and getting hard from seeing you walk around in your pretty, short skirts with your sexy little butt on display for him, so he just can’t help jerking off to you every night in the shower

imagine tate sneaking into your room while you’re in online class (i never attended those while corona time lmaoo) and snuggling in under your desk, resting his head on your plush thighs cause he’s upset about a fight he had with his mother, but he cannot stop himself from prying your thighs apart and eating you out, making you yelp in surprise and having to mute yourself in the chat

imagine tate falling asleep while sucking on your tits after having a bad fight with his mom, and he keeps on suckling in his sleep, completely overstimulating your poor nipple and making them all sore, but you couldn’t care less, as long as you could comforf your boy :(

imagine tate bucking his hips upwards and pushing himself further down your throat while u’re giving him head, just to see you look up at him with tearstained eyes, feeling your throat convulse around him in a gag

imagine you pulling tate’s hair while making out and he whimpers into your mouth and bucks his hips into your thigh, making you smirk and shake your head at how much of a needy slut he is

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Take What You Want | Rafe Cameron

A/N: this did start out as a request but i got a little too carried away and ended up going somewhere completely different with it... so here it is! i hope you all enjoy!! don't forget to read the warnings.

SYNOPSIS: Rafe finally gives into his desires, only for it to lead the two of you into a bit of trouble.

WARNINGS: mean rafe, swearing, teasing, smut, public nudity (kinda lol), oral (m receiving), explicit content, praise kink, dirty talk, mentions loss of virginity, 18+. let me know if i missed any!!

MINORS DNI!!!

PAIRING: Rafe x Fem!Reader

“What’s your problem with her anyways? Everyone else likes her,” Topper rolls his eyes at Rafe’s testy nature anytime your name gets brought into conversation. He can be ill-tempered and downright crabby as it is, but he takes it to a whole new level whenever he hears your name – the thought of your aggravating cheerfulness and upbeat nature practically grates on him.

“I don’t know how you guys can stand all that squealing, anyone can hear her from a mile away.” He shakes his head, leaning back in his seat with a sigh of exhaustion. Knowing that he’ll have to sit through an evening trying not to groan at your beaming smile, both from annoyance and jealousy, as well as sexual frustration. You’re beyond adorable, something that he also can’t stand about you. Along with that toothy, bright smile, it's a task just to get through the night without a noticeable hard on. Its a wonder that you haven’t spotted him readjusting himself as you speak to him, excitement laced in your tone as you tell him about one of your many hobbies – hobbies, you have actual hobbies, unlike him. God, you’re something else entirely.

“She’s a nice girl, Rafe.” He throws his hands in the air, mirroring Rafe as he leans back in his seat.

“I know, she’s too fucking nice.” Rafe shakes his head, groaning at the thought of the niceness that he refers to. You’re practically his polar opposite and the thought unnerves him – why is he so attracted to that? Why is he so drawn to something so completely contradictory to himself?

“You’re weird, man.” Topper laughs with bemusement at his friend, shaking his head at how completely bizarre he is.

“She’s insufferable, Top, and now I’m going to have to sit through a whole evening of her fucking giggling when this was supposed to be a night with just the guys, relaxing with a few beers.” He grabs the beer in front of him for emphasis, cold condensation leaking down his arm, cooling him.

“Okay, first of all, Kelce is bringing a lady, which means all her friends will be here too. Along with Kody and Ash’s flavor of the month, so shut up. I’m not fucking stupid either, man - you can’t stand to be around her cause you think she’s hot, but too happy and innocent for the big bad Rafe Cameron… am I right?” Partially, Rafe admitted to himself.

“No, she’s just fucking obnoxious, and you know she’d probably cry with those big fucking wide, creepy eyes if she heard me say that, I’m not into that.” Topper laughs, shaking his head.

“I know you better than that, man. You’re secretly into those “big, wide, creepy eyes”.” He teases, gesturing to his own eyes as he spots you making your way through the crowd with a pleasant but shy smile on your face, following a group of girls.

“Fuck me,” he groans under his breath, already hardening as he spots you in one of those fucking sundresses you’re always in. This - this is why he can’t stand to be around you, he’s painfully hard already.

Rafe stands, turning his pelvis toward the booth to avoid anyone seeing his not so little dilemma that you caused just by walking into the damn place as he lets everyone slide past him into the booth. His night is already going to shit, as you’re the last one to enter the booth, offering him a smile as you slide past him. He takes a seat next to you, giving Topper a death glare until he hears your sweet voice in his ear.

“How are you, Rafe? It’s been a little bit,” you place your elbows on the table and turn, those sweet eyes staring back at him. Fuck.

“Been better,” he pops a fry into his mouth, refusing to stare at you too long because then he’ll start thinking about you on your knees, saying his name all soft and breathy before your eyes widen as you take him into your mou- fuck. He shifts in his seat, trying his best to conceal the aching between his legs and the lack of blood flow toward his brain as he shoots another glare toward Topper, who returns it in spite of Rafe’s rudeness toward you.

“I think that’s what you said last time I saw you, too.” You giggle, the upturn of your lips the most beautiful thing Rafe has seen as he steals a glance.

“How’s Sarah and Wheezie?” That’s another thing that Rafe hates about you – your fucking ability to know everybody and everybody know and love you because you’re so fucking sweet and affectionate to the point of his family secretly hoping that he’ll give into his apparent interest in you, that he so desperately tries to deny. Even his dad likes you and the idea of Rafe liking you even more. You’re so nice, so sweet that you even ask about his family like you’ve known them as long as he has.

“I’m sure they’re doing just fine,” he grumbles back, trying not to notice the way that your dress dips lower when you hold your wrist and push your arms together when you get nervous.

“Well, that’s good to hear.” Here you are, still smiling back at him with encouragement, even when he acts like a fucking dick, responding with the bare minimum.

“Is Sarah still with John B?” You stare back hopefully and his chest nearly caves at the sight. You’re probably well aware that Sarah is at John B’s side all hours of the day, that they’re very much still together too, you’re just being nice, trying to make small talk – and it makes him reel with discomfort.

“Unfortunately,” Rafe bites back and your smile only falters momentarily before you’re right back at it. How do you do it?

“You don’t like John B? He seems like a nice guy,” you shrug, probably very unaware of Rafe’s innate urge to dislike almost everyone and everything around him and especially pogues. Or maybe you do, but you still look for the best in everyone, in him – just another reason he’s rock hard and trying to convince himself he can’t stand you. “I’m sure if your sister likes him, he’s a nice guy.” You add, almost reassuring him that there’s nothing to worry about.

“If my sister likes him, that means he’s definitely not a nice guy.” You laugh as if he told the funniest joke, shaking your head at him, clearly not taking him seriously when he is in fact dead serious.

“What’s so bad about him then?” You give him a closed lip smile just as the waiter comes around with another round of fries, staring at you a little too long for Rafe’s liking. You pop a fry into your mouth and even the way you eat is cute, everything you do is cute.

“Well, first of all… he’s a pogue.” Rafe says, like that should be reason enough, because for him it is. But aside from that, he likes to believe that he has many sound reasons for disliking John Booker Routledge.

“Oh, as if that matters.” You playfully roll your eyes, but Rafe likes the idea of you arguing with him… parting from your innocent little ploy for just a moment to disagree with him, even if it is semi-teasing.

“Oh, so you’re into pogues?” There’s a tightness in Rafe’s tone that doesn’t go unheard by Topper or a few of the other nosy peers that sit around the two opposites.

“I guess I could be,” you say with a light shrug and a smile, just to prove that they’re as good as anybody else at the table, because that’s the kind of person that you are – empathetic and always feeling guilty when you haven’t even said anything that would hurt anyone’s feelings, because you would never – but just the thought of condoning it seems to get under your skin. “I mean, why couldn’t I be?” You shake your head with the slightest of scowls, but just like that, your lighthearted aura returns, infecting Rafe even when he tries his hardest to deny it. Truthfully, the only person you’re into is Rafe, but you would neve reveal that in a million years. You’ll take that long-standing crush to the grave, simply because you’ve convinced yourself that he could never be into you – inexperienced, fragile, bubbly, all of the things that he claims to hate.

Rafe leans in, ready to get under your skin even more than he already has, just for fun. Because now that he knows how, he can’t seem to help himself.

“You’d fuck a pogue then, huh?” You bite your lip, eyes widening at his words. You don’t have the gall to turn and stare at him with those wide eyes either and instead stare forward at the basket of fries in front of you. He likes to see you squirm, far more than he thought he would too.

The waiter returns, ready to take your order before you’re able to recompose yourself. You stammer back at him, glancing down at the menu once more with flushed cheeks and mouth hanging slightly agape in embarrassment. Rafe loves the tinge of your cheeks and how flustered you appear. He can tell he’s not the only one appreciating the sight though, as he looks back at the waiter to find him just as enthralled by the sight, noting the same dip in your dress that Rafe had.

“Just get her the fish tacos,” he grabs the menu out from under you, bringing your attention back to him as he hands it over to the waiter with a little extra force – his way of staking his claim. You can’t help but note that it’s the same thing you’ve gotten every single time you’ve come with them, it’s your favorite, and it can’t just be a coincidence that he happened to order it for you. Maybe he was just extremely detail-oriented.

Topper shakes his head yet again from the opposite side of the table, eyeing Rafe who isn’t too pleased to have anyone taking note of how truly obsessed he is, trying his best to pretend that he can’t stand to be seated next to you – when in actuality, he’s fighting off the urge to breathe in your scent enough to never be able to forget it again. You ignore the looks from the other girls at the table, especially the ones of jealousy that make you want to curl into yourself.

Rafe’s arm is placed over the back of your space in the booth, not touching you, but enough for you to feel the warmth of his body closer… practically able to imagine just how firm his chest would feel pressed against you and how nicely his arms would feel wrapped around you. Everyone else seems to notice too, eyes snapping to where Rafe’s hand lay lazily off the back of the booth by your hair, almost grazing it.

“Y/n, Rafe’s taking everyone else out on the boat tomorrow, why don’t you join us?” Topper takes things into his own hands, seeing how badly his friend wants this, but too stubborn to actually let himself give in.

“I am?” Rafe says at the same time that you answer, “I’d love to”. You try not to be embarrassed at the different responses that the two of you give, being so ready and willing to spend more time with him. You glance at Rafe, who’s already looking at you. You shrug back with a small smile, trying not to embarrass yourself any further.

“I love a good boat ride,” you bite your lip, embarrassed by the words as soon as they leave your lips. You love a good boat ride? What was that?

“Yeah, I’m sure you do.” His words don’t help, only adding to the humiliation. “Bet one of the pogues would be willing to give you a good ride too, if you ask nicely.” He says under his breath, for only you to hear.

“And if I ask nicely enough, would you?” You’re unaware that the words have even actually left you in a low whisper until Rafe’s eyes snap to yours and you only stare back horrified. He seems to have a similar reaction, riddled with shock, and you’re unsure whether he’s confused, disgusted, or slightly amused. You’re sure that you’re reading him wrong as you even see a tinge of delight pass over his features. There’s too much going on to even try to guess.

“Oh, baby… you don’t want that.” He shakes his head in amusement and the sound of him calling you baby has your back straightening and a shiver crawling down your spine. What shocks you, is the silent implication that he’s… willing? That it’s you who wouldn’t want it, or maybe be able to handle it, you’re unsure.

“What do you mean by that? You think I can’t handle it?” That hidden bite of sass returns to your voice as you whisper back at him, trying to avoid having your secrecy noticed by everyone at the table because that would surely make for some awkward glances. You stay seated forward, but Rafe has somehow leaned even further toward you, to the point that his lips are almost brushing your ear and his bicep brushes against the back of your head. It takes immense restraint that you’re not sure you contain not to lean right back into him and soak in the feeling of his body pressed to yours, even if it is in a restaurant, surrounded by other people.

“I know you can’t,” he’s finding it hard to keep his breathing even and his tone not overly husky and desperate. He doesn’t want you to see how much the prospect of you thinking about “taking a ride” with him really affects him.

“How do you know what I can and can’t handle?” You sound offended, but just as desperate for the conversation to continue as he is. He spots Topper eyeing him but it isn’t enough to have him pulling back from you this time, this conversation is far too interesting.

“I know your type,” he rebuttals, his other hand innocently playing with the bottom of your linen sundress, toying with the fabric as if he wants you to picture his hands as he feels the fabric off your body.

“And what’s my type?” He’s practically breathing down your neck, towering over you while everyone else at the table tries to ignore the way that he hovers over you, looking down at you like he burns for you – yearning. And there you sit, assuming he’s teasing just to push your buttons, doubt you as a woman, and keep up with his hard exterior. You can’t see the way that stares at you like you’re an itch he desperately needs to scratch like everyone else can. Tonight has certainly taken an interesting turn of events and Rafe’s faltering front makes for great entertainment.

“All sunshine and rainbows… pure and… what’s the word - virginal? Self-denying? Chaste? Take your pick, princess.” He repeats the words like he’s memorized every single way to accuse you of being a prude without actually saying it. You want to growl back, but it's very unlike you. Instead, you settle for biting your lip and glaring down at the table. You haven’t allowed yourself to get this worked up, this angry… in a long, long while, probably since you were a kid with minimal emotional regulation. Now, it's almost embarrassing how easily you allow him to irk you.

“Been waiting to pull that one out?” You bite the words out, somewhere between aroused, angry, and fighting tears of embarrassment.

“I’d be lying if I said I haven’t been waiting to tell you exactly what I see when I look at you… an innocent, prudish little thing.” You whip your eyes to his, done staring at the table. Topper is unsure whether or not to intervene, unsure of exactly what Rafe had said, but knowing that if it got to you, it must have been bad.

“I’m no prude… I have desires that I’m not afraid to own up to, or deny myself of.” Rafe lifts a brow in amusement, quite curious to know exactly what desires riddle that little body of yours and exactly how you allow yourself to give into them – he can’t imagine what that must look like, you writhing, sheened with sweat, and squirming for someone’s touch alone in bed at night, only able to sate your needs with your own fingers and surely, being ashamed of it afterward. But you make it seem like that isn’t the case, as if you truly are a naughty little thing when no one’s around, unashamed and unabashed, proudly writhing in the sheets with wanton moans filling your bedroom, chest raised with an arched back, and nipples at a peak as you tweak them without a second thought – proud and brazen as you reach your high. He doesn’t even notice that he’s staring back at you with hazy eyes, completely giving himself away… not only to you, but the whole table as they watch the interaction in shock, maybe just as embarrassed as he is to be watching, enthralled and waiting to see what happens next.

“I don’t think I can trust your word for it, princess. That’s simply… inconceivable, that an innocent little thing like you is secretly a freak,” he whispers the words in your ear so no one else can hear them, knowing you’d be far too embarrassed if any of this conversation was ever repeated. Your friends had never seen you flirting so boldly, letting a guy hover over you, clearly wanting you.

“But it surely is a nice thought,” he adds, smirking. He has to admit, you’ve swept his bad mood right under the table and all that remains is a desperation that Rafe can no longer deny. All he wants now is to tease you, see you squirm even more.

You cough, taking note of your surroundings and how close Rafe now remains, and how silent the table is at the sexual tension that sits heavy in the air around the two of you.

You go to resituate yourself, in hopes of facing forward instead of leaning into him like you have no self control. In a daze of horny thoughts and embarrassment, you don’t realize where your hand lands as you make a move to situate yourself head on. Rafe stiffens as your hand makes contact with his aching, throbbing member, so hard that he can barely contain it. You make a small noise of surprise, eyes widening, which only has everyone at the table straightening in discomfort and shock. The whole table sits in silence, your hand still placed on Rafe out of embarrassment and surprise. He fights back a groan and the urge to buck his hips just to relieve himself even a little bit.

Your hand slowly retracts with a nervous gulp, Kelce sitting only two places away and eyeing where your hand withdraws from with an almost sympathetic look toward Rafe, if it weren’t for how lucky he was sure his friend was going to be in a few hours. He was almost excited for Rafe, nearly choking on the tension in the air as the two of you had been clearly pining after each other for far too long, now amounting to this.

“We’ll see you all tomorrow,” Rafe bites out, despite his friends and everyone at the table knowing exactly what is about to happen as he pulls you by your wrist away from the table, before your food can even arrive.

A chorus of ‘see ya’s’ follows and then the table erupts in laughter, but neither of you care enough to grow embarrassed. Rafe can barely walk without waddling with his stiff member he so desperately tries to conceal, pulling you in front of him and placing you right against him. He fights back another groan, pushing himself into you and picturing exactly how jarred he’s sure your expression is right now.

You’re out of the door before you can even protest, although you’re far past that. He takes you to his truck and you let him, eyeing the apparent conundrum that stands tall and proud in his shorts, poking you as he opens the door and buckles you in.

“What are we doing?” You speak up, almost hesitantly as he begins to drive. His eyes flick from your to the road as he leans back in his chair, unable to do anything but with how painfully hard he is. He winces with each movement, hips squirming as he tries to ease the ache. You turn toward him, unable to keep your eyes off of it.

“What are we doing? You want to know what we’re doing? Look at me, baby… look what you did to me,” he shakes his head in disbelief. “I’m fucking aching – you just sat there and teased me for nearly thirty minutes, convincing me of just how naughty and what was the word - desiring, you are, contrary to my beliefs, and now you’re going to show me exactly how fucking filthy you can really be.” He demands, and you swear you’ve never heard anything so hot in your whole life. If you weren’t already soaking your panties, you are now, and there’s no denying it as you rub your thighs together to relieve the tingling sensation that overwhelms you.

“Don’t get fucking shy on me now,” he practically demands, a hint of a whine present.

You turn, bottom lip taken between your teeth, swollen from all of the attention it's received out of your pressing nervousness throughout Rafe’s teasing. You don’t let yourself think, forcing the thoughts of doubt away as you reach for your seatbelt, unbuckling yourself and brazenly taking him in your hand, palming him. A choked, desperate groan leaves his lips, parting deliciously to let the sound escape as his throat bobs and chest rises and falls. Your fingers do quick work unbuttoning, unzipping, and releasing him from the confines of his shorts. The release alone is enough to have his hips bucking once more and another throaty groan of approval leaving his lips.

“Fuck, you’re so big… I don’t know if it’ll fit, Rafe.” You add, just to get him worked up, teasing and uncharacteristically cruel as you slowly begin working a hand up and down his length, focusing on the head.

“I need - fuck, need your mouth.” The sound of him desperate for you is a confidence booster and a high that you’ve never experienced before. So unlike you and Rafe’s usual nature that it almost has you laughing. Rafe… begging for your mouth, while you tease him, it’s almost unbelievable.

You hum, taking your time ignoring his request and continuing to tease him until he has to ask again, even more desperate. He got himself in this situation – hard and aching for a release before you had even touched him. It’s so unlike him, but he doesn’t have the energy to be ashamed.

“Don’t tease… be nice, princess.” He almost growls out, but still aware that he’s the one having to beg and plead for you right now. You bring your lips to him, circling the head lightly, but it isn’t enough, and when his hips buck up, you pull back. It’s a sweet remedy for his relentless teasing and humiliation earlier – virginal, self-denying, chaste...

“Keep in mind I won’t be so kind when it comes time for you to do the begging, baby. And trust me, I bet you beg so pretty, been thinking about it so long, I’m tempted to do it all night… that is, if you don’t wrap those pretty lips around me and -” you cut him off, taking him into your throat as he shouts, pulling your hair at the overwhelming pleasure that has him jumping in his seat, trying his best not to press on the gas with too much force.

“Just like that,” he pants, breathless, and the sound is so delicious and erotic that you find yourself moaning around his length as you work the rest of him with your hand.

“Fuck! Take me deep baby, just like that.” He encourages, sloppily guiding your head with a makeshift ponytail.

Rafe’s thumb brushes over your lips stretched around his length, “God, I’ve thought about these lips around me for so long… look at me so I can see how pretty you look drooling all over my cock.” You do exactly as he says, looking up at him, lashes batting for him.

Your hands itch to relieve your own aching need nestled between your thighs, desperate for a release as you feel yourself clench and tighten around nothing. You don’t bother denying yourself the pleasure, telling yourself you’ve done it practically all night and you deserve the liberation.

Rafe flips your dress up over your ass, practically reading your mind as you begin to toy with your clit under your soaked panties. He lands a harsh slap to your ass that has something between a moan and a shriek leaving your lips, wrapped around his length. The vibrations have him pulling you off of him, afraid of coating your throat with his seed when he’d rather cum deep inside of you.

He pants, slowly pumping himself as he throws his head back, trying his best to concentrate on the road ahead of him. “Show me how you touch yourself, baby… show me all the ways you don’t deny yourself, like you said. I don’t fucking believe you, so prove it to me.”

The combination of his words and your fingers coated with slick circling your clit being almost too much for you to handle. Whimpering whines leave your lips and you bite your lip to try to cease the desperate noises, but Rafe doesn’t seem to appreciate it. He reaches forward, releasing your lip with his thumb and gripping your chin, tilting it up as he glances over between keeping his eyes on the road ahead of him. “I need to see you touch yourself, y/n… I can’t get the images out of my mind, baby. Let me see,” Rafe was truly impressed and shocked as you confidently tweaked your nipple and began grinding your soaked cunt against your fingers, clearly aching for a release.

“That’s right, make yourself cum for me.” Rafe thought back to how the night started… trying to convince Top that he wanted nothing to do with you. He wished he could take the words back out of guilt now as he watched you, the prettiest, most erotic little thing getting yourself off to his words as he praised you, pushing you closer and closer to your orgasm by the second.

“I can’t fucking do this anymore,” Rafe grumbled, reaching a breaking point as he pulled off to the nearest side road and slammed the truck into park, a screeching sound following that he would probably cringe at were it not for the way you were whimpering for him. Your back arches and before he can even get his hands on you, you’re cumming with a breathless moan, squeezing your eyes closed and cumming with a sobbing sound that has him breathless and leaking pre-cum. He’s never heard a sound like it – he’s had plenty of girls in this exact position, quite shamelessly, but never had he heard a sound like that one. Perfectly desperate and fragmented, broken and trembling just for him.

“You’re gonna drive me mad, I already know it.” You weren’t sure exactly what it meant and didn’t have much time to think about it as Rafe pulled you into his lip, positioned himself at your entrance and prepared to push into you until he realized exactly who sat on his lap with her cute little sundress bunched up to her hips.

"Take what you want," you're panting, chest rising and falling, leaning forward and taking Rafe's lip between your teeth, an erotic groan leaving you as you suck on the flesh.

“Fuck- wait, baby. Are you a virgin?” He spoke desperately, as if the answer would determine whether or not he would give it to you.

Before you could answer though, a loud knock on the window interrupted the two of you and you let out a scream. To your horror, Sheriff Victor Shouppe stares back, unimpressed.

You let your bunched sundress fall as soon as Rafe questioned your virginity, concealing both you and Rafe’s most intimate parts, which he’s thankful for now that the Sheriff is knocking on his window. He rolls down the window, already expecting the public indecency charge that his dad is going to have to sweep under the rug for the both of you once he realizes what the two of you were doing.

“Oh god,” you murmur and Rafe feels much the same right now.

“Do I need to ask what the hell you’re doing in this car right now, y/n?” Rafe’s brows furrow at the overly familiar way that he speaks to you.

“Uncle Shouppe, I-” As if this couldn’t have gotten any worse, Shouppe is your fucking uncle. How did he not know that?

“Do you know what would have happened if anyone else had found the two of you here?” He shakes his head. “With Rafe Cameron of all people?” Rafe tries not to be too offended, recalling his family's history with the sheriff.

“He’s my friend,” you speak quietly, tears beginning to pool in your eyes. Rafe scolds himself for wanting to pull you into his arms and whisper sweet nothings in your ear, because he shouldn’t want that. He should have never put you in this situation either.

Rafe prays that the skirt of your dress continues to conceal the both of you and that Shouppe doesn’t shine that bright fucking light onto the passenger floor where your panties lay.

“I think he’s more than your friend, y/n.” You look so pitiful, big eyes staring back at your uncle full of tears. Much like Rafe, he can barely stand to see his niece cry.

“I know you’re an adult, you can make your own decisions now, but if I catch you making out like some horny teenager with Rafe Cameron on the side of the road again, I’m takin’ it to your dad.” the two of you practically breathe out sighs of relief together… making out. If only he knew his niece was soaking his cock with her previous orgasm.

“Got it, Uncle Shouppe, won’t happen again… I promise.” You look back at him meaningfully, showing him that you’re sorry and trying not to think about how your bare sex is touching Rafe’s.

"You bet your ass it's not gonna happen again, gather yourself and get in the car, I'm taking you home." You cringe, waiting to hear his retreating footsteps before embarrassingly retreating to the passenger seat with a cringe.

Rafe tucks himself back into his shorts, still rock hard despite the verbal lashing to two of you just received -- he's still thinking about the moment he finally gets to be nestled into your warmth. You pull your panties on, making sure that your uncle can't see what you're doing.

Before you can retreat to the patrol car parked behind the two of you, praying to never see Rafe again, he stops you with a hand around your throat. "I expect to see you tomorrow and next time, I don't want you wearing these." He snaps your waistband and if it weren't for the sound of an impatient honk making you jump, you would've kissed him until you were breathless.

"Good luck," he smirked, softly pinching your lips and laying a quick peck to them just as you hopped out of the truck, trying your best to keep your sundress from flipping up. He smirked, shaking his head as he watched you slink back in humiliation... so worth it.

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