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✧ i strictly only write black!fem!reader. as a black woman, i feel as though there isn't enough representation for us in the fanfic community as a whole and it's genuinely frustrating to me. so don't ever request me to write for anything other than black!fem!reader. there's so much out there that caters to you, but unfortunately this blog doesn't (i'm talking to you, white women!!! love y'all down, though).

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✧ this is an 18+ blog!!! i'm gonna be so fucking realistic right now, half of the mfs on this platform are minors, so i'm well aware that this will go in one ear and out the other, but you can't say i didn't warn you!! i'm in no way responsible for what you consume on my blog.

✧ this is a dark blog. my content is nsfw and i do write for eyebrow raising tropes (including, but not limited to, stepcest, revenge porn, dubcon), so consider this a fair warning. speaking of, i do include warnings at the beginning of a post, so you'll never be caught off guard. like i stated before, i'm not responsible for your media consumption. read with caution.

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duolcier · 1 month ago

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˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ but, she's my best friend...

PAIRING .ᐟ bestfriendsbf!rafe x black!fem!reader

SUMMARY .ᐟ .. 𝒍𝒆𝒕'𝒔 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒊𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒕, 𝒔𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓 ‒ there was always something so disgustingly alluring to you about rafe cameron. whether it be his buzzed head (that you were a sucker for) or his formidable demeanor, you could never refrain your eyes from lingering. the only thing that stopped you from making a move was the fact that he was unfortunately in a relationship. with your best friend, nonetheless. but when the latter leaves you and rafe unattended, there’s only so many ways it can turn out.

WARNINGS .ᐟ cheating, swearing, aggressive!rafe, manhandling, hair pulling, exhibitionism??? but like not at all lol, feet play, degrading kinda, not proofread!

WORD COUNT .ᐟ 1.2k

rafe thought he had been sneaking subtle glances at you all night, but little did he know, he was being painfully obvious. but, who says that you’re complaining?

the sound of the glass bowl being placed in front of you rang throughout your ears. layla, your best friend, had invited you and her freshly buzzed boyfriend over for dinner. and of course when you were informed of the latter, your miniest skirt had to make an appearance.

it wasn’t right, moral even, but you couldn’t help the stickiness forming in your white cotton panties whenever rafe would undress you with his sharp gaze. it’s like he knew you melted when he’d look at you like that.

you didn’t want to steal him from your best friend or anything, but you were almost 100% positive that her boyfriend wanted you the same way you wanted him. his soft yet subtle touches to your thigh when she wasn’t looking was enough to prove that theory right.

“looks super yum, lay.” you began maneuvering the drenched pasta with your silver fork, not forgetting about rafe’s intense gaze on you. why not give him a show?

you sipped from your glass of water, ‘accidentally’ letting the liquid drip from your mouth, down to your exposed cleavage. you certainly didn’t miss the way his pink lips parted as he shamelessly stared at your plump breasts. while his daft girlfriend sat right next to him.

“eeeek, thank you. i tried out this new recipe with—“ the rest of her sentence was mentally cut short when you saw rafe’s hand slide down the table, out of your view.

trying to be as subtle as you possibly can, you kick off one of your kitten heels and extend a freshly shaven leg out to rest on his lap. you can feel his hand cupping his clear bulge.

as layla feebly talked her own ear off, you began gently rubbing rafe’s clothed length through his pants. you felt him growing underneath your toes.

rafe was scarily good at concealing himself. but, you weren’t necessarily trying to make him cum in his pants while he was sitting next to his girlfriend. you just wanted to tease him a little, and he was letting you.

you were taking small bites of your food, carefully watching rafe in your peripheral, while you pretended to give a shit about whatever layla was going on about.

“and rafe was sooo pissed. babe, do you remember that?” he had barely touched his food, his head facing downwards. but, the sound of his name seemingly snapped him out of a trance.

“hm? oh, yea.” he didn’t have a clue in the fucking world as to what she was referring to. he had tuned her out a long time ago, focusing primarily on the way your manicured toes rubbed him underneath the table.

after what seemed like a lifetime to rafe, dinner had finally concluded, resulting in layla retreating into the kitchen to wash the dishes. he didn’t know how he’d managed to contain himself that entire time, but he deserved a fucking pat on the back.

as soon as he’d seen his girlfriend leave them, with airpods clouding her hearing, he gripped your leg and yanked it off of him. he stood up from his seat and dangerously strode towards you.

and boy, was he pissed.

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you would've never thought that you’d be bent over your bestfriends’ wooden kitchen table.

“since you wanna act like a spoilt brat, ’m gonna treat you like one.”

you knew it was wrong, so disgustingly wrong. but you just couldn’t help yourself.

once rafe lines up his length with your pitiful sopping pussy, he takes no time burying himself inside deep of you. it felt like your first time all over again.

as he plunges his thick cock into your tiny cunt, you squeal as quietly as you possibly can. your forehead meets the firm wood as you squeeze your eyes shut.

tears welled up at your eyes and coated your babydoll lashes. you tried so hard not to scream out in pain, but you knew rafe wouldn’t want that, and you’d die if you knew that you’d upset him.

“think you can tease me like that, hm? in front of my own girlfriend?” rafe taunted agonizingly. his calloused hands pathetically massaged up your hips and onto your back. “need to be taught some fuckin’ respect, don’t you?”

you stupidly nodded, sniffing and letting out weak whines like a little baby. your pained noises were like music to his fuckin’ ears. he loved a crybaby, something that his girlfriend wasn’t. “i know, baby.”

to be frank, rafe had dreamed of this moment on multiple occasions. corrupting his girlfriend's best friend, the sweetheart who wouldn’t hurt a fly. the girl who would unbutton her shirt just a little more, all for his attention.

rafe sloppily pulled out before punting into your throbbing cunt again. he continuously repeated this string of actions, his large hand flying over your mouth to reduce the sound of your sweet moans, the two of you creating a rhythmic pattern.

“fuuuucckk…r—rafey..” you gripped onto the edge of the table for any type of stability. the nickname drove rafe absolutely insane. rafe was pounding into you like there was no tomorrow. like this was his last fuck.

the sounds of your bouncy ass meeting his hips filled the dining room. he was studying your body, the way your ass would jiggle with every intense thrust, it was making rafe ballistic.

beams of sweat fell down rafe’s sharp features, and you guys had only been going at it for 5 solid minutes. without staggering, rafe ferociously removed his shirt and discarded it without a second thought.

the risk of your best friend walking in on the two of you at any second only turned you on more. a part of you wanted her to see, to see how the two of you made the table squeak. you were so sure that one of the legs would fall off soon.

rafe wrapped your jet black hair around his hand and roughly yanked your head back. naturally, this made your back curve even more. practically your entire body was lifted off the table.

the two of you engaged in the sloppiest, nastiest open mouthed kiss, leaving a long string of saliva between you as you parted. your brown plump tits harshly slapped against your skin as rafe continued his sloppy pace. his soft groans were increasingly sending you over the edge.

from exchanging saliva to your sweaty bodies pressed up against each others, everything was so unbelievably wet. “prettiest baby.” he would call you. you never wanted it to end.

rafe had expectedly filled you to the fuckin’ brim with cum. as he pulled out, his sticky load was practically gushing out of your throbbing cunt.

turning you around to face him, he moved the hairs sticking to your forehead, gently caressing your face. you were so intensely cock drunk.

“you were so good, baby. so so fuckin’ good.” he praised you. this caused a messy smile to etch onto your soft features.

one can only hope that it didn’t seem suspicious when layla walked out to the two of you with sweaty foreheads and disheveled clothing.

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