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[littlelamy]

shopping trip: rafe x reader

the boutique is one of those upscale places rafe prefers—sleek and modern, where the clothes are as expensive as they look. you’re not sure why you agreed to come,

but rafe insisted, dragging you along despite knowing how his shopping trips go. his idea of shopping is more like a private runway show where he plays the role of a critical, demanding boyfriend and you’re his model.

standing in front of a wall of dresses, you run your fingers over the delicate fabrics when rafe’s hand snakes around your waist, pulling you back against his chest. “pick something already, babe,” he murmurs, his voice low and impatient. “you’ve been staring at the same rack for five minutes.”

“i’m just looking,” you say, glancing over your shoulder. his look is a mix of smirk and dare, challenging you to take your time when you know that’s not his style.

“yeah, well, you’re here to try things on for me,” he says, his tone dripping with arrogance. he walks over to a nearby rack and starts thumbing through dresses with clear disinterest.

rolling your eyes, you pull a few dresses and head to the fitting room. rafe follows, leaning against the wall outside with his arms crossed, his piercing blue eyes never missing a detail.

inside, you close the door, heart racing. starting with a black silk dress, you step out, feeling his eyes on you immediately. “what do you think?” you ask, trying to stay light despite the shiver down your spine.

rafe doesn’t answer right away. he tilts his head, his gaze intense. “turn around,” he commands, his voice firm.

you comply, feeling his eyes roam over your body. when you face him again, he’s frowning. “it’s fine,” he says dismissively, “but it’s boring. you can do better.”

trying to hide your frustration, you slip into a red dress with a deep neckline. stepping out, rafe’s reaction is immediate. his eyes darken, jaw clenching. “mhm,” he hums, “that’s more like it.”

you feel a flush of satisfaction but before you can savor it, rafe pulls you closer, his hand around your wrist. “spin around,” he orders, his voice rough. you turn slowly, feeling his gaze burn into you. when you face him again, his hand slides from your wrist to your waist, pulling you against him.

“yeah, this one’s better,” he murmurs, his lips brushing your ear. “but you know what would make it perfect?”

“what?” you breathe, feeling the heat between you.

rafe’s lips curl into a smirk as he leans down, his mouth grazing your neck. “if we weren’t in this store right now,” he says, voice low and suggestive, “i’d have you take it off.”

you swallow, heat pooling in your stomach. rafe’s never been shy about what he wants. the way he looks at you makes your knees weak.

pulling back slightly, you raise an eyebrow. “oh, really? what if i like this dress?”

rafe’s grip tightens, his smirk darkening. “i don’t care what you like,” he says coldly. “i care what i like. and i like the idea of you in this dress for about five minutes… and out of it for the rest of the night.”

you bite your lip, trying to suppress a grin. rafe’s arrogance is intoxicating, even when he’s being impossible.

“is that so?” you challenge. “maybe i’ll just buy this one and wear it out. alone.”

rafe’s eyes flash dangerously, and he presses you against the fitting room wall, hand gripping your jaw. “you think you’re cute?” he growls. “you think you can tease me and get away with it?”

your breath hitches, but you meet his gaze. “maybe,” you whisper.

rafe’s thumb brushes your lower lip, his eyes dark with lust. “you’re mine,” he murmurs, voice low and rough. “and you’re not going anywhere without me.”

his possessiveness sends a thrill down your spine. despite his arrogance and how he pushes you, you love the way rafe claims you. because, in his twisted way, you are his.

[littlelamy]

omg thank you so much!😭💗

intimacy: rafe x reader

you lie on rafe’s chest, the steady thud of his heartbeat a soothing backdrop to the intimate moment. the soft light from the bedside lamp casts a warm glow over the room, wrapping the two of you in an intimate cocoon.

rafe’s hands explore your back with a gentle touch, sending shivers down your spine. his fingers trail lazily, but with a possessive edge that makes your pulse quicken. you shift slightly, feeling his gaze on you, and you look up to find him watching you with dark, heated eyes.

“you’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice low and filled with desire. he shifts, laying you on your back, his hand sliding to cup the curve of your breast. his touch is slow and deliberate, every caress igniting a rush of warmth through you.

rafe leans down, pressing his lips to your collarbone. the kisses are light at first, barely grazing your skin, but the heat of his mouth makes you shiver. he moves lower, his lips brushing teasingly over the swell of your chest. each kiss is a tantalizing promise, the warmth of his breath adding to the growing heat between you.

his kisses grow more insistent, his lips pressing firmly against the soft skin of your chest. his hands continue to explore, fingers gently squeezing and kneading as his lips move with a rhythmic, deliberate pace.

you gasp softly, your body arching instinctively towards him as the sensation of his mouth on your skin drives you wild.

rafe’s lips linger just above the sensitive spots, teasing you with their closeness. he knows exactly how to make you squirm, the slow, deliberate kisses sending waves of pleasure through you. his breath hitches as he takes in your reactions, the way your body responds to his touch.

“you feel incredible,” he murmurs against your skin, his voice thick with need. “i can’t get enough of you.”

you shiver at his words, your fingers gripping his shoulders as you pull him closer. his kisses are now fervent, passionate, as he lavishes attention on every inch of your chest. the combination of his warm breath, the softness of his lips, and the way he worships your body makes you feel desired, cherished, and utterly lost in the moment.

rafe’s gaze meets yours, his eyes dark with raw emotion. “you’re mine,” he says, his voice a husky whisper. “and i’m never letting you go.”

you meet his gaze, your own eyes reflecting the intensity of the moment. “i’m yours,” you whisper back, your voice trembling with desire.

as his lips continue their exploration, the world outside seems to disappear, leaving only the two of you in this perfect, intimate embrace. every touch, every kiss, is a reminder of the deep, burning connection you share, making the moment unforgettable.

[littlelamy]

frat!rafe bringing you to his dorm and taking pics of you for his film class …………. he’s all like “i could write a 45 page paper about you, girl.”

[littlelamy]

intimacy: rafe x reader

you lie on rafe’s chest, the steady thud of his heartbeat a soothing backdrop to the intimate moment. the soft light from the bedside lamp casts a warm glow over the room, wrapping the two of you in an intimate cocoon.

rafe’s hands explore your back with a gentle touch, sending shivers down your spine. his fingers trail lazily, but with a possessive edge that makes your pulse quicken. you shift slightly, feeling his gaze on you, and you look up to find him watching you with dark, heated eyes.

“you’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice low and filled with desire. he shifts, laying you on your back, his hand sliding to cup the curve of your breast. his touch is slow and deliberate, every caress igniting a rush of warmth through you.

rafe leans down, pressing his lips to your collarbone. the kisses are light at first, barely grazing your skin, but the heat of his mouth makes you shiver. he moves lower, his lips brushing teasingly over the swell of your chest. each kiss is a tantalizing promise, the warmth of his breath adding to the growing heat between you.

his kisses grow more insistent, his lips pressing firmly against the soft skin of your chest. his hands continue to explore, fingers gently squeezing and kneading as his lips move with a rhythmic, deliberate pace.

you gasp softly, your body arching instinctively towards him as the sensation of his mouth on your skin drives you wild.

rafe’s lips linger just above the sensitive spots, teasing you with their closeness. he knows exactly how to make you squirm, the slow, deliberate kisses sending waves of pleasure through you. his breath hitches as he takes in your reactions, the way your body responds to his touch.

“you feel incredible,” he murmurs against your skin, his voice thick with need. “i can’t get enough of you.”

you shiver at his words, your fingers gripping his shoulders as you pull him closer. his kisses are now fervent, passionate, as he lavishes attention on every inch of your chest. the combination of his warm breath, the softness of his lips, and the way he worships your body makes you feel desired, cherished, and utterly lost in the moment.

rafe’s gaze meets yours, his eyes dark with raw emotion. “you’re mine,” he says, his voice a husky whisper. “and i’m never letting you go.”

you meet his gaze, your own eyes reflecting the intensity of the moment. “i’m yours,” you whisper back, your voice trembling with desire.

as his lips continue their exploration, the world outside seems to disappear, leaving only the two of you in this perfect, intimate embrace. every touch, every kiss, is a reminder of the deep, burning connection you share, making the moment unforgettable.

[littlelamy]

reader gets into it with her best friend and goes to rafe

a/n: hi, thank you so much for this request 🤍 i hope u don’t mind, i used sarah as reader’s best friend! 🐑

you storm out of the chateau, slamming the door behind you so hard the windows rattle. sarah’s voice echoes in your mind, every sharp word cutting deeper than the last. your pulse races, your chest tight, and the humid outer banks air does nothing to soothe your anger. you just need to get away—from her, from the fight, from everything.

and without thinking, you end up at tannyhill.

your hands grip the steering wheel so tight your knuckles ache, but it’s the only thing grounding you right now. when you pull up to the estate, the sight of it calms something inside you, just for a moment. but the second you get out of the car, the weight of everything hits you all over again. you can’t stay in your own head any longer. you need something, someone, to take the edge off.

the door opens before you knock, and there he is—leaning against the doorframe like he’s been waiting for this. rafe’s in a plain white t-shirt, jeans slung low on his hips, that trademark smirk pulling at his lips. it’s maddening how effortlessly he reads you.

“couldn’t stay away, huh?” his voice is low, smooth, and it rolls over you like a challenge.

you push past him without answering, the tension bubbling under your skin too much to deal with right now. you can feel his eyes on you, tracking every movement as you step into the living room. it’s dim inside, the house quiet, but the air feels thick, charged. you can hear the sound of your own heartbeat in your ears.

“what happened? sarah?” he asks, closing the door behind him with a soft click. his tone is amused, but there’s something more lurking beneath it—something darker.

you run a hand through your hair, pacing as the words tumble out. “yeah, sarah. she just—” you break off, shaking your head. “it doesn’t even matter.”

he watches you, arms crossed, leaning against the wall like he has all the time in the world. “sounds like it does.”

you glare at him, frustrated with how easily he seems to brush everything off. “she acts like she knows everything. like i’m the one who's always in the wrong.”

“maybe you are,” he says, stepping closer, voice smooth and infuriatingly calm.

you narrow your eyes at him. “you think this is funny?”

his eyes darken as he closes the distance between you, his voice dropping lower. “nah. i just think you’re too worked up to think straight.”

his scent hits you first—something woodsy, like a mix of cologne and the faintest hint of smoke, something that always clings to him. it makes your head swim, a distraction from the anger still burning in your chest. you can feel his breath on your neck now, warm and teasing, and it sends a shiver down your spine.

“what are you doing here?” rafe murmurs, his hand brushing against your arm, slow and deliberate, like he knows the effect it has on you.

“i don’t know,” you admit, hating how shaky your voice sounds. “i just needed to get out of there.”

“you came here for a reason,” he says, stepping even closer until there’s barely any space left between you. “what do you need?”

you know what he’s doing, the way his voice wraps around you like a vice, pulling you in, making you forget. you shouldn’t want this, not now—not after everything. but the weight of the fight with sarah, the tension still coiled tight in your chest, makes it impossible to think straight.

“i don’t need anything,” you lie, but your body betrays you, leaning into him just slightly.

he chuckles softly, the sound low and almost predatory. “that’s not what it looks like.”

his hand slides down your arm, his touch sending a jolt through you. his fingers ghost over your hip, gripping you just enough to pull you flush against him. you can feel the heat radiating from his body, the steady rise and fall of his chest against yours. his breath brushes your cheek, warm and steady, and it’s all too much—too close, too intense.

“tell me what you need,” he whispers, lips barely grazing your ear.

your heart hammers in your chest, your mind racing. you should pull away, put some distance between you. but you can’t. the way he looks at you, like he already knows what you want, makes it impossible to move. impossible to think of anything other than him.

“rafe,” you start, voice catching in your throat, but before you can say anything else, his lips are on your neck, soft at first, then more insistent. your breath hitches, every nerve in your body lighting up as his hands grip your waist tighter.

“you want to forget?” he murmurs against your skin, his voice thick with promise. “i can make you forget.”

you close your eyes, your resolve crumbling as his mouth moves lower, and you hate how much you need this—how much you need him right now. but maybe that’s exactly what you came here for. to let go. to drown out everything else.

“make me forget,” you whisper, and when you feel his lips curl into a dark smile against your skin, you know you’ve already given in.

[littlelamy]

reader gets into it with her best friend and goes to rafe

a/n: hi, thank you so much for this request 🤍 i hope u don’t mind, i used sarah as reader’s best friend! 🐑

you storm out of the chateau, slamming the door behind you so hard the windows rattle. sarah’s voice echoes in your mind, every sharp word cutting deeper than the last. your pulse races, your chest tight, and the humid outer banks air does nothing to soothe your anger. you just need to get away—from her, from the fight, from everything.

and without thinking, you end up at tannyhill.

your hands grip the steering wheel so tight your knuckles ache, but it’s the only thing grounding you right now. when you pull up to the estate, the sight of it calms something inside you, just for a moment. but the second you get out of the car, the weight of everything hits you all over again. you can’t stay in your own head any longer. you need something, someone, to take the edge off.

the door opens before you knock, and there he is—leaning against the doorframe like he’s been waiting for this. rafe’s in a plain white t-shirt, jeans slung low on his hips, that trademark smirk pulling at his lips. it’s maddening how effortlessly he reads you.

“couldn’t stay away, huh?” his voice is low, smooth, and it rolls over you like a challenge.

you push past him without answering, the tension bubbling under your skin too much to deal with right now. you can feel his eyes on you, tracking every movement as you step into the living room. it’s dim inside, the house quiet, but the air feels thick, charged. you can hear the sound of your own heartbeat in your ears.

“what happened? sarah?” he asks, closing the door behind him with a soft click. his tone is amused, but there’s something more lurking beneath it—something darker.

you run a hand through your hair, pacing as the words tumble out. “yeah, sarah. she just—” you break off, shaking your head. “it doesn’t even matter.”

he watches you, arms crossed, leaning against the wall like he has all the time in the world. “sounds like it does.”

you glare at him, frustrated with how easily he seems to brush everything off. “she acts like she knows everything. like i’m the one who's always in the wrong.”

“maybe you are,” he says, stepping closer, voice smooth and infuriatingly calm.

you narrow your eyes at him. “you think this is funny?”

his eyes darken as he closes the distance between you, his voice dropping lower. “nah. i just think you’re too worked up to think straight.”

his scent hits you first—something woodsy, like a mix of cologne and the faintest hint of smoke, something that always clings to him. it makes your head swim, a distraction from the anger still burning in your chest. you can feel his breath on your neck now, warm and teasing, and it sends a shiver down your spine.

“what are you doing here?” rafe murmurs, his hand brushing against your arm, slow and deliberate, like he knows the effect it has on you.

“i don’t know,” you admit, hating how shaky your voice sounds. “i just needed to get out of there.”

“you came here for a reason,” he says, stepping even closer until there’s barely any space left between you. “what do you need?”

you know what he’s doing, the way his voice wraps around you like a vice, pulling you in, making you forget. you shouldn’t want this, not now—not after everything. but the weight of the fight with sarah, the tension still coiled tight in your chest, makes it impossible to think straight.

“i don’t need anything,” you lie, but your body betrays you, leaning into him just slightly.

he chuckles softly, the sound low and almost predatory. “that’s not what it looks like.”

his hand slides down your arm, his touch sending a jolt through you. his fingers ghost over your hip, gripping you just enough to pull you flush against him. you can feel the heat radiating from his body, the steady rise and fall of his chest against yours. his breath brushes your cheek, warm and steady, and it’s all too much—too close, too intense.

“tell me what you need,” he whispers, lips barely grazing your ear.

your heart hammers in your chest, your mind racing. you should pull away, put some distance between you. but you can’t. the way he looks at you, like he already knows what you want, makes it impossible to move. impossible to think of anything other than him.

“rafe,” you start, voice catching in your throat, but before you can say anything else, his lips are on your neck, soft at first, then more insistent. your breath hitches, every nerve in your body lighting up as his hands grip your waist tighter.

“you want to forget?” he murmurs against your skin, his voice thick with promise. “i can make you forget.”

you close your eyes, your resolve crumbling as his mouth moves lower, and you hate how much you need this—how much you need him right now. but maybe that’s exactly what you came here for. to let go. to drown out everything else.

“make me forget,” you whisper, and when you feel his lips curl into a dark smile against your skin, you know you’ve already given in.

[littlelamy]

secret relationship: drew starkey x actress!reader

you and drew had been dating for a few months, ever since the press tour for your movie, a rom-com, one bed trope. it was praised for reigniting the magic of 2000s romantic comedies, and while audiences fell in love with your on-screen chemistry, something else bloomed off-screen.

late nights on set led to dinner dates, and those turned into hours spent together, where you realized this wasn’t just a fling. drew wasn’t like anyone you had been with before, he had this balance of sweetness and intensity that made your head spin. he was gentle, attentive, but still had that edge, a possessive spark that made your pulse race. it was something mature, sexy, and new, a relationship you hadn’t experienced in a long time.

for the last few months, you’d both agreed to keep it private. you weren’t ready to give the world access to something so special. and while there had been whispers in tabloids, rumors here and there of how close you two were getting, blind items about your late-night parties, nothing had been confirmed. it was fun, in a way, keeping it just between the two of you.

but tonight, things felt different.

as you stepped into the crowded after-party, drew’s hand pressed possessively against your lower back, close to your ass. his touch was warm, firm, and grounding in the chaos of celebrity-filled rooms and clinking glasses. you felt his breath on your neck as he leaned down, voice low enough to be just for you.

“you think they [paparazzi] saw us come in?” his fingers curled slightly, pulling you closer. “i didn’t see anyone, but…i caught a couple flashes.”

you tried to keep your expression relaxed, a soft smile playing on your lips as you glanced up at him. his jaw was clenched just slightly, a subtle giveaway that he was more nervous than he let on.

“i didn’t see anything, baby,” you murmured, trying to ease his tension, your fingers tracing small circles over the back of his hand. “let’s just relax, okay?”

you guided him through the crowd, weaving between other actors and industry people. pulling him into your usual spot—an intimate corner tucked away from the main party, but still with a good view of the room. drew’s hand stayed on you, never breaking contact, a subtle reminder of how protective he was.

finally, you reached the familiar space. drew leaned back against the wall, pulling you into his chest. you looked up at him, your bodies so close that you could feel the steady rise and fall of his breathing. there was something about the way his eyes looked tonight, darker, more intense. it sent a thrill through you.

“come on, baby,” you whispered, fingers brushing against his jaw. “let’s dance.”

without waiting for a reply, you moved against him, your hips pressing into his in a slow, teasing rhythm. drew’s breath hitched, his hands instinctively gripping your waist tighter. his eyes never left yours, filled with a mix of desire and amusement.

“you’re trouble, you know that?” he muttered, voice rough, as you leaned in closer, your lips brushing against his ear.

“only for you,” you teased, enjoying the way his body responded to yours. there was something exhilarating about being so public, yet so secret, as if the world around you didn’t exist for those few moments.

drew’s fingers trailed up your sides, slipping under the hem of your dress, grazing the bare skin of your back. you shivered under his touch, leaning into him even more. “you know we can’t keep this quiet forever, right?” he whispered, his lips brushing against your earlobe, sending a spark of heat through you.

you pulled back slightly, just enough to look into his eyes, your heart racing at the idea. it wasn’t that you didn’t want to tell people, hell, you wanted to scream it from the rooftops some days, but the idea of losing this intimate, private world you had created scared you.

“i know,” you said softly, your forehead resting against his. “but not yet. i like having you to myself.”

drew smirked, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “you’ve got me, baby. no matter what.”

before you could respond, you caught movement out of the corner of your eye, flashes. your heart skipped a beat as you realized there were paparazzi at the edge of the room, cameras ready, zooming in on every move you made. drew noticed too, his grip tightening slightly on your waist.

“shit,” he muttered under his breath. his body tensed, and you could tell he was debating whether to pull away or hold you closer.

you grinned up at him, a daring look in your eyes. “let them watch.”

with that, you leaned up, pressing your lips against his in a slow, lingering kiss. it wasn’t rushed or hidden, it was bold, claiming your space, claiming him. drew responded immediately, his hand cupping the back of your head as he deepened the kiss, completely forgetting about the cameras for a moment.

when you finally pulled away, your cheeks flushed, both from the kiss and the thrill of being caught, drew just looked at you with a mix of admiration and amusement.

“you’re really not worried, huh?” he asked, shaking his head slightly, a chuckle escaping his lips.

you shrugged, biting your lower lip as you looked up at him. “nope. they were going to find out eventually.”

drew laughed softly, pulling you in for another quick kiss, his lips lingering on yours just a little longer this time. “guess the secret’s out,” he murmured, his voice low and warm.

as you stepped back, hand in hand, you felt the weight of the cameras on you, but it didn’t matter anymore. drew was yours, and now the world knew it too.

[littlelamy]

jaw DROPPED!!!🥵😲😍

If a genie gave me 3 wishes one would be for drew mf starkey to make me squirt. Period. Have me folded in half taking his thick pipe and abusing my clit or ruthlessly fingering my achy hole until I’m mindlessly screaming and spraying all over his stomach. “C’mon, squirt for me, baby. Show daddy his messy little girl. Don’t hold out on me. I know that slutty little pussy wants to. There she is, let it allll go. Make a mess. Good girl, princess.” 😌

I’d have all 3 wishes be this 🤭 I totally got carried away with this & wrote a whole ass drabble 😭

drew had your back flush against his chest, his legs hooked around your calves while his hand was between your legs. his thumb rubbing right circles on your clit while his fingers teasingly run along the lips of your puffy cunt before plunging his two thick digits.

“so fuckin’ tight” he groans, his other hand toying with your nipples, pinching and rolling them between his fingers. he pumps his middle and ring fingers faster, his palm grinding against your clit as he curls his fingers, stroking the soft spongy spot deep inside you that had your toes curling.

the knot in your stomach tightens, bucking your hips forward, only for him to slide his hand down to your tummy, pressing down to hold you still. your legs start to tremble, threatening to close around his hand, crying out his name as your orgasm washes over you, making a mess all over his hand and the sheets.

drew doesn’t give you a second to recover before he has you on your back, your knees pushed to your chest, practically folding you in half. his large hands encircled your ankles, keeping you spread open as his big, thick dick pounds into your tight, drooling hole.

he pushes your legs further back, fucking you deeper than before and your hands claw at the sheets, “c’mon baby, squirt f’me, show daddy his messy little girl and make a mess all over my fuckin’ cock”.

he pulls a whimper from you when he leans forward, pushing more of his weight on top of you, his stomach hitting at your clit the harder he pounds into you. “d-daddy” you hiccup, hands smacking at his chest, trying to push him away, the pleasure becoming too overwhelming for your poor cunt.

he grabs your hands, pinning them above your head, “don’t hold out on me, not gonna stop until you give daddy what he wants”.

you feel the familiar tightening in your stomach and your walls convulse around him. your eyes roll back as your orgasm hits, “there she is, that’s it baby, let it all out, make a mess f’me” drew coos as your pussy squirts, soaking his entire lower abdomen and the sheets for the second time, “good girl”.

[littlelamy]

😩👏

Stole my problem, not my man || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Summary: When Sarah catches you and her brother, she sees her chance of finally getting ahold of Topper.

Warnings: cheating, suggestive, Sarah is a bitch in this fic soz,

Word count: 2,789

A/n: this fic is set before s1 of obx but just imagine Sofia was in s1

MASTERLIST

divider by @h-aewo

Topper leans back in his chair, his eyes heavy with disinterest as he sips from his beer, watching you from the corner of his eye. "You good?" His tone is flat, almost bored, a slight scowl pulling at his lips as if the very question is a nuisance. You sit beside him, arms tightly crossed over your chest, one leg draped over the other in a defensive stance.

The silence between you is thick, and you turn your gaze away, feeling the familiar sting of frustration welling up inside you. You’ve had enough of his attitude. It’s exhausting—his constant flip-flopping, the way he acts one way in front of others and completely different when it’s just the two of you. To be honest, you know you’re out of his league, and you’ve lost count of how many times people have reminded you of that.

But still, here you are, sitting next to him, enduring his cold indifference for the hundredth time. In public, Topper brushes you off like you're nothing more than an afterthought, treating you as if you barely exist. But behind closed doors? He’s all over you, clinging to you like he can’t get enough. It’s like flipping a switch, and the inconsistency gnaws at you, leaving you feeling used.

You clench your jaw, holding back the words you want to say, the ones that could shatter whatever this is between you. But tonight, it’s harder to stay silent. “I’m getting a drink,” you mutter, pushing yourself up from the couch, not bothering to meet Topper’s gaze. You can feel his eyes on you, but he’s too caught up in his own conversation to stop you. Navigating through the party, you slip past the loud laughter and scattered bodies, heading toward the kitchen.

The noise of the crowd dims as you enter, and for a moment, you enjoy the quiet. You grab a bottle of whatever alcohol is closest, pouring yourself a large cup. Without hesitation, you down it in one go, the burn a welcome distraction. Wiping the corner of your mouth, you look up—and there he is. Rafe. He’s leaning against the counter, a slow, knowing smirk curling at the edges of his lips.

That look alone is enough to stir something inside you, and before you can think twice, you're walking out of the kitchen, your heart racing with unspoken intent. You glance over your shoulder, making sure Topper is still caught up with Kelce, completely unaware. The thumping bass of the music fades as you make your way down the hallway, each step feeling heavier than the last. When you reach the door, you knock softly.

It swings open almost instantly, and Rafe stands there, eyes dark with anticipation. “How long do you have?” Rafe’s voice is a low, seductive drawl as he leans against the doorframe, his posture relaxed, but his eyes are anything but. The intensity of his gaze sends a shiver down your spine as his eyes sweep over you, lingering shamelessly on the curves of your body, and settling in places that make your heart race.

“Not long,” you whisper, stepping into the room, your voice barely audible as the door clicks shut behind you. Before you can say another word, his hands are on your waist, pulling you close. Your lips brush against his in a soft, teasing kiss, sending a spark of electricity through him. It’s not enough, and he leans in, craving more, but you pull back slightly, a playful smirk tugging at your lips.

You rise onto your tiptoes, your fingers brushing against the brim of his cowboy hat as you lift it from his head and place it on your own. The hat is far too big, slipping down slightly and making you both chuckle softly at how ridiculous it looks. The sound of his deep laugh only makes your heart race faster. You peer up at him through your lashes, feeling the weight of his gaze as he watches you intently.

His blue eyes are dark with desire, the playful moment quickly dissolving into something much more charged. “You’re unbelievable,” he mutters, his voice low and husky, thick with the need simmering between you. His fingers curl under your chin, his grip firm but gentle as he tilts your head up, forcing you to meet his gaze. There’s something dangerous and thrilling in the way he looks at you—something that makes it impossible to resist him.

Without another word, he pulls you into a heated kiss, the force of it stealing your breath. His lips move with a possessive hunger, his grip tightening on your waist as if he’s trying to claim every inch of you. You can feel the tension, the secret, the thrill of what you’re doing, and it only makes you want him more. "Topper doesn't deserve you," Rafe whispers against your skin, his breath warm and low as his lips brush the curve of your neck.

The words send a thrill through you, making you hum in satisfaction. "No?" you tease, your tone playful as your hands slide up to tangle in his blonde hair, fingers threading through the soft strands.His eyes flutter shut at your touch, a sharp inhale escaping him as you gently tug, pulling his head back just enough to force him to meet your gaze. "Fuck no," he groans, his voice thick with desire. "He doesn’t appreciate you like I do."

The intensity in his tone sends heat rushing through you, and a small smile plays at your lips as you watch him unravel beneath your touch. You tug a little harder, and Rafe lets out a deep moan, his body arching slightly into yours. The power you have over him is intoxicating, and the smirk you give him is one of pure satisfaction. The way he reacts to you—every movement, every sound—is like fuel to the fire growing between you.

~

"Do you hear that?" Sarah halts in her tracks, her brow furrowing as she glances over at Sofia who immediately stops as well. Confusion flashes across Sofia's face before her eyes widen, realising what Sarah’s heard. The faint, unmistakable sound of moaning drifts through the air, and the two girls exchange a look—equal parts shock and curiosity.

Sofia glances back toward the distant hum of the party, her eyes darting to the hallway behind them before rounding the corner. There, she spots an open window, curtains swaying slightly in the breeze. Sarah presses a finger to her lips, signalling for Sofia to stay quiet, her eyes gleaming with warning. The two girls tiptoe toward the window, their hearts pounding with anticipation as they inch closer.

When they finally peek inside, their eyes widen in disbelief. There, against the soft glow of the room’s lighting, they see you—wrapped up in Rafe, his body pressed intimately against yours, both of you oblivious to the world outside. A gasp slips from Sofia’s lips, and Sarah’s eyes snap to her in alarm. Without thinking, Sarah slaps her hand over Sofia's mouth, silencing her before the sound could carry.

She shakes her head fiercely, a silent plea in her eyes as she stares at Sofia. Neither of them can tear their eyes away from the scene unfolding in front of them, but the gravity of what they’re witnessing weighs heavy in the air. Sarah's heart races as she keeps her hand firmly over Sofia’s mouth, eyes wide with panic as she glances between the window and her friend.

Sofia’s breathing is frantic against Sarah’s palm, her eyes still fixed on you and Rafe in stunned disbelief. Sarah shakes her head again, her silent message clear: they can't be caught here. As Sarah pulls her hand away from Sofia’s mouth, her heart races for an entirely different reason. The shock of seeing you and Rafe together begins to morph into something more calculated. Her mind whirs, piecing together the potential of this discovery, a subtle smirk curling at the corner of her lips.

Rafe’s hands move possessively over your body, his lips trailing over your neck in a way that makes Sofia’s eyes widen even more. The tension between the two of you is palpable, the forbidden nature of your tryst making the air around them feel heavier. Sofia takes a shaky step back, her mind reeling from what she’s just witnessed. Sofia, still wide-eyed and breathing heavily, whispers, “We should go.” She tugs lightly on Sarah’s arm, her voice shaky with urgency.

But Sarah hesitates, her eyes lingering on the scene before them for a moment longer, not out of shock anymore, but with a new sense of purpose. “Yeah,” Sarah finally mutters, nodding slightly. They back away, keeping as quiet as possible, leaving you and Rafe unaware of the eyes that had been watching. As they slip down the hallway and out of earshot, the distant sound of the party grows louder, but it does little to settle the thoughts swirling in Sarah’s mind.

Sofia exhales a shaky breath once they’re far enough away. “Y/n and you're brother? Holy shit,” she whispers, still visibly shaken. Sarah glances at her friend, a flicker of something unreadable crossing her face before she gives a small, almost indifferent nod. “I know. We can't say anything,” she says, her voice smooth and calm, far too calm. But as they re-enter the crowd, Sarah’s mind is already formulating a plan.

She keeps her expression neutral, scanning the room until her eyes land on Topper. He’s still deep in conversation with Kelce, completely unaware of what’s been happening behind his back. Completely unaware of what Sarah now knows. Sarah’s lips press into a thoughtful smile. She knows how Topper can get, how possessive he is when it comes to you.

And now that she knows about you and Rafe, she realises she has the perfect way to use that possessiveness to her advantage. She’s always had a soft spot for Topper, always wondered what it would be like if he looked at her the way he looks at you. And now, she has the leverage to make it happen. Later in the night, when the party has died down and Sofia has slipped away, Sarah makes her move.

She finds Topper standing alone by the bar, nursing his drink, looking slightly bored now that most people have left. She walks up to him, her steps slow and deliberate. “Hey,” she says casually, leaning against the bar next to him. “Enjoying the party?” Topper shrugs, glancing over at her. “It’s alright, I guess. Could’ve been better.”

Sarah takes a sip of her drink, pretending to think it over. “Yeah, I get it. But, uh, I didn’t realise my brother is pretty close with Y/n.” Topper’s eyes narrow slightly. “What are you talking about?” Sarah leans in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “I wasn’t gonna say anything, but… you deserve to know. I saw something earlier.”

She pauses, letting the tension build before continuing. “It was Rafe and—well, you know… Y/n. They weren’t exactly keeping things appropriate seeing as she’s with you.”Topper freezes, his eyes darkening as the words sink in. “What the hell are you talking about?” he asks, his tone low and dangerous. Sarah steps closer, placing a hand on his arm, feigning concern. “I’m sorry, Topper. I didn’t want to be the one to tell you, but… she’s hooking up with Rafe. I saw them together. It wasn’t just a one-time thing either, it looked like it’s been going on for a while.”

His grip tightens around his glass, jaw clenched in fury. Sarah watches the anger simmer beneath the surface, knowing exactly what she’s doing. “I just thought you deserved better,” she murmurs, her voice soft and soothing now. “Someone who actually cares about you. Someone who wouldn’t betray you like that.” Topper’s expression hardens, his trust shattered in an instant. “You’re sure?”

Sarah nods, her eyes wide and earnest. “I wouldn’t lie to you, Topper. I’m just looking out for you.” His shoulders sag, and for a moment, he looks lost, betrayed. But then, his gaze shifts to Sarah, his anger redirected. He grabs her arm, pulling her closer, his voice cold. “She’s dead to me.” Sarah smiles inwardly, but on the outside, she puts on her best concerned face. “You deserve someone who’ll treat you right, Topper. Someone who’s actually loyal.”

Topper’s grip softens, his eyes lingering on Sarah now, and in that moment, she knows she’s won. “I’ll make sure you’re never taken for granted,” she adds softly, her hand brushing against his arm. Topper’s gaze lingers on her, and the tension shifts. Now it’s not anger fueling him, but something else entirely—something that makes Sarah’s heart race with excitement.

~

The banging on the door continues, but Rafe doesn’t flinch. While you scramble to pull your dress back on, heart pounding in your chest, he remains calm—almost too calm. His jaw tightens, but there’s no fear, no panic, only the glint of defiance in his eyes. It's like he’s been waiting for this moment all along.

“Fucks sake,” he growls under his breath, flicking his half-finished cigarette into an ashtray with casual ease. As you struggle with the zipper of your dress, your hands shaking slightly, Rafe steps behind you, steady and unbothered, zipping it up for you like it’s just another night. His fingers linger at the small of your back for a second longer, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he leans in, his breath warm against your neck.

The pounding grows louder, Topper’s voice slicing through the tension. “Open the fucking door, Rafe!” You pause, your heart racing, but the anxiety that gripped you moments ago starts to fade. You don’t care anymore. It’s over—there’s no point hiding what’s been going on. Your gaze locks with Rafe’s, and he’s still completely unfazed, standing tall with that cocky smirk, his confidence practically daring Topper to come in.

“I know you’re in there, Y/n!” Topper’s voice is laced with anger, but there’s a hint of desperation too. You can picture him, fists clenched, barely holding himself together. Rafe shoots you a knowing glance, his lips curving into a smug grin. “He’s not worth it, you know that, right?” His voice is low, dripping with arrogance as if this entire situation is nothing more than a game.

You let out a small breath, no longer caring about the fallout. Before you can respond, Rafe strides toward the door and swings it open with no hesitation, filling the doorway like he owns the moment. Topper stands on the other side, eyes blazing with fury as he takes in the sight before him—Rafe, relaxed, unbothered, and you standing just behind him. The betrayal in Topper’s face is unmistakable, but Rafe’s smirk only deepens.

"You're too late," Rafe says coolly, his voice taunting as he leans casually against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest. "Should’ve treated her better, man. You could feel Topper's rage radiating from his body, but it’s not his rage that catches your attention. It’s the figure beside him—Sarah. She’s standing just behind him, arms crossed, her lips curled into a smug smile. The look on her face tells you everything you need to know.

She ratted you out, and you know why. She had a thing for your boyfriend. And this was her way in. Instead of feeling guilt or panic, you feel a surge of satisfaction. Your lips curl into a slight smirk of your own as you step forward, brushing past Rafe like this whole situation was beneath you. Topper’s angry gaze darts between you and Rafe, but it’s Sarah you focus on now. The game she’s playing is so transparent, so pathetic, it almost makes you laugh.

“Good luck with him, Sarah,” you say smoothly, your voice dripping with mock sincerity as you look at her dead in the eyes. Her smirk falters for a split second, confusion flickering in her eyes. “You didn’t steal my man, you stole my problem. So, have fun.” Rafe’s smirk widens behind you as you watch Sarah’s confidence waver, the reality of what she’s gotten herself into slowly sinking in. You’ve already moved on, already untangled yourself from the mess that is Topper. Now it’s Sarah’s turn to deal with it.

Topper looks between you and Rafe, fury bubbling beneath the surface, but you couldn’t care less. Sarah’s smirk was completely gone now, replaced by a flicker of doubt. She wasn’t expecting this. You can practically feel her resentment rising, but it doesn’t matter. She’s walking into something she can’t control. With one last glance at Sarah, you turn on your heel and walk away.

[littlelamy]

Happy 1 month to my blog and thank you so much for 1k 💕 I appreciate all the support. Thank you to all of those that helped me build my account back again. I appreciate you!!!!

I can’t wait until season 4 🤭💕✨

No celebration planned, I’m just working on kinktober at the moment. My ask box is always open for yapping and asks. 😘💕⭐️

[littlelamy]

rafe practically drooling at how his best friend looks underneath him… a pathetic mess all for him… he has no idea how he got so lucky. (18+)

you whine out desperate pleas as he just chuckles, shaking his head, knowing he is going to keep teasing you until you can’t take it anymore.

he grips your thighs, nails digging into your skin because he can’t help but loving being able to leave every mark he can on you. his mouth devours your aching cunt, harshly taking you all to himself… his tongue flicks your clit with no mercy, as he slams your hips down every time you buck forward desperately.

you misbehave one too many times for his liking, feeling his teeth dig into your thigh making you cry out. “told ya to stay still… you don’t wanna ever fuckin’ listen.” he says, almost sympathetic that he just has to rough you up like this, leaving a gentle kiss to the quickly brushing bite on your leg.

he looks at your swollen pussy, inspecting how much you could take… unable to stop himself from giving your clit a couple more little circles with his finger tips. “don’t know if you got enough yet sweetheart… might not be ready for me” he mumbles, while tears flood your eyes from the stimulation becoming overwhelming.

“p-please rafe… need you inside m-me, please…” you beg, as he sucks the wetness of you off his fingers.

“nah…” he teases, pumping his fingers back inside you suddenly, making you squeal. your begs get more pathetic, as he watches your tears coat your pretty cheeks. “you really need dick that bad baby?” he says as you desperately nod.

rafe forcefully grabs your body, yanking you towards the end of the bed to meet his cock at your entrance- pushing into you with no second to adjust. he watches your eyes close in pleasure, in pure bliss already dripping wet from his playtime with you… now clenching around his cock. “that what you wanted? why didn’t you say so?” he jokes.

“t-thank you, rafey.” you whimper out, knowing how much your best friend enjoys the validation and serving you. “fuck… you’re so welcome, angel. been s’good for me.” he grunts as he thrusts into you… the sound of the bed squeaking tuned out in the background, you’re both too busy taking in the others every noise.

he presses his body against yours, meeting his lips to your ear to whisper filthy nothings to get both him and you off… “that’s my girl… just always needing my cock, yeah? letting me use you to cum in whenever, you’re so filthy y/n… fuckin’ love y— it” he stumbles, but you’re too in a pleasured daze to tell if he meant to say anything different.

he holds your face with his two hands, a firm grip on your jaw… making you beg for him to finish inside you. “p-please. please. need to feel you fill me up, rafe. you know how much i love it…” you whisper, watching his face in awe at you. “yeah. yeah, you fuckin’ do. you got it, baby.” he caves, unable to help himself seeing what a whore he turned his sweet best friend into.

you smile up at him as you feel him twitch inside you, his body strength falling apart as he lets out the sweetest grunts, hearing a muffled “y/n” fall from his lips.

you run your hands through the back of his hair as he settles, neither of you interested in moving… until you feel his hand shift to a palm in front of you. a pathetic high five, between two best friends like this was any other casual tuesday.

[littlelamy]

claim your tickets baeeeeees 🤭 so you can always boast about being a drew og 😚

[littlelamy]

♥︎ blue collar!rafe & babydoll!reader

rafe comes home, all fed up after a long day of working on a big project only to find babydoll who’s humming in the kitchen, just getting started on preparing his dinner in a dress that hugs her ass perfectly. perfect enough that he has to bite back a groan upon seeing her curves— and suddenly, he just can’t help himself.

not even when she squeals, “rafey, you’re hurting me!” as he grabs up her hips and hauls her towards him, only so his rough hands can snake around and grope her ass.

she whines into his chest at the feeling of his hands doing whatever they please with her plump ass through the thin material keeping her covered. she feels so vulnerable, almost helpless, when he’s like this. when he can’t even wait until he’s all cleaned up to have her. it’s almost always like a porno— a pretty housewife that’s writhing against her man’s chest as he’s still in his dirty work clothes and scuffed up boots. and the thought of that makes babydoll’s head spin and fall forward. his musky scent hits her nose and nearly makes her moan as she nuzzles into him.

all while rafe huffs out a laugh.

“thought i was hurtin’ you?” his chest rumbles with his words, dipping his head down to speak right over the shell of her tingling ear, “you’re done with that little act already?”

babydoll can only hiccup out one thing— “rafey…”

“i know, i know. ‘s hard for you to use that brain in your lil’ head.” he punctuates the sentence with a harsh slap to her ass, forcing her to jolt forward agaisnt him and whimper— “get this cute ass upstairs for me, i’ll be there in a minute.”

she never needs to be told twice.

[littlelamy]

the one where you find out that you're pregnant: toxic!rafe x reader

a/n: just a short imagine 😌 hope you all like it!

the room feels impossibly small as you sit on the edge of the bed, your hands trembling in your lap, fingers twisting together. the faint hum of the air conditioner, your own heartbeat, and the bathroom door creaking open as rafe steps out, towel slung loosely around his hips, are the only sounds. he’s fresh out of the shower, his hair damp, skin glistening under the bedside lamp’s glow.

you swallow hard, anxiety rising in your chest. you’ve rehearsed what to say, but there’s no easy way to tell rafe. his temper is unpredictable, and though you love him, his love is wrapped in layers of control and obsession.

rafe immediately senses the tension. his sharp blue eyes narrow, and you feel his gaze like a weight pressing down on you. he always knows when something’s off, and right now, there’s no hiding it.

“what’s wrong?” he asks, voice low and edged with suspicion, as he dries his hair. his eyes stay locked on you. rafe hates surprises, hates not being in control.

you open your mouth but can’t find the words. this is harder than you thought. you don’t know if he’ll be angry, possessive, or comforting. with rafe, you never know what you’ll get.

“y/n,” he snaps, impatience evident. he tosses the towel aside and steps closer, eyes darkening with frustration. “what is it? spit it out.”

you take a deep breath, hands moving protectively over your stomach. “i’m pregnant,” you whisper, voice barely audible.

silence. rafe’s expression shifts, his body tensing as he processes the news. you’re terrified of his reaction.

“what did you just say?” he asks, voice dangerously quiet, eyes piercing yours. rafe’s intensity is overwhelming.

“i’m pregnant, rafe,” you repeat, trembling. “i found out today.”

the silence is suffocating. rafe’s eyes drop to your hands on your stomach, his expression hardening. emotions flicker across his face—anger, disbelief, something darker. then, just as quickly, it’s replaced by something unreadable.

“you’re pregnant,” he says slowly, flatly, as if testing the words. he steps closer, eyes fixed on you. “and you didn’t think to tell me?”

“i just found out,” you explain. “i needed time to process it.”

rafe cuts you off with a cold laugh. “process it? you don’t keep things from me. you don’t get to handle this alone.”

you flinch but stand your ground. “i wasn’t keeping it from you. i needed to figure out how to tell you.”

rafe grips your chin roughly, forcing you to look up at him. his touch is possessive, but his eyes show a softer side.

“what were you gonna do, y/n? hide it from me?” he asks, voice low and intense. “run?”

“no,” you shake your head. “i wasn’t going to hide it. I wasn’t sure how you’d react.”

rafe’s grip tightens before he releases you, running a hand through his damp hair. he seems to struggle with his emotions. the room fills with his heavy breathing, and you wonder if everything will fall apart.

then rafe’s expression softens. he steps forward, hands resting gently on your hips. his touch is possessive but tender, acknowledging the gravity of what you’ve just told him.

“why would you doubt how i’d feel?” he asks quietly. “you’re mine, y/n. and now you’re carrying my child.”

his possessiveness presses down on you, but you see the love in his eyes. beneath the darkness, there’s something real. he’s not just claiming you—he’s claiming the future.

“i love you,” he says softly, eyes fixed on your stomach. “i love you, and this baby.”

despite everything, you know he means it. he’s intense, controlling, but underneath it all, he’s yours. and now, he’s going to be a father.

rafe’s hands slide lower, tracing your curves with a possessive touch. “you’re mine,” he growls, pressing you against him. “and you’ll always be mine, every inch.” he leans in, kissing you deeply, his touch demanding and hungry, a promise of his claim on you and the life growing inside you.

[littlelamy]

rafe x reader; mdni

the moonlight spilled across the room, casting a silvery glow on rafe's bed where you lay sprawled, barely covered by a thin sheet. the air was thick with anticipation, and you could feel rafe’s intense gaze on you as he settled beside you, his touch light but electrifying.

“couldn’t stop thinking about this,” rafe murmured, his voice a low rumble that made your pulse quicken. his fingers traced lazy, teasing circles on your inner thigh, the fabric of your panties the only barrier between his touch and your skin.

his lips found the sensitive spot just below your ear, and he kissed it softly, his breath hot and tantalizing. “you’re driving me crazy,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire.

as his hand slipped beneath the edge of your panties, you arched into his touch, your breath catching in your throat. his fingers brushed against you, teasing with a slow, deliberate rhythm that made it hard to think of anything else.

“you like that, don’t you?” rafe’s lips curled into a mischievous grin as he watched your reactions closely. his touch was both gentle and commanding, sending waves of pleasure through you with every move.

with a smirk, rafe leaned in closer, his lips brushing yours in a kiss that was both passionate and hungry. the heat between you was undeniable, every touch and whisper drawing you both closer to the edge, making the night feel like it was just beginning.

[littlelamy]

still obsessed with this!!

Hook. Line. Sinker.

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Glamour Model!Reader

Read Part 2 here

Moodboard for this chapter here.

Author’s Note: I could not get this idea out of my head since I sent it in to @bunnyrafe. So I decided to create my own little universe about it. Imagine playboy is still big and making magazines + social media post. (w/o all the dark history.) It’s canon reader has a boob job bc yk Playboy. But I made her non-descriptive as possible. Season 1 Rafe.

Tw: Stalking, Emotional Cheating (by Tooper), Objectification/Sexualization, slight non-descriptive smut, Canon-Rafe, eventual smut.

Rafe thanks whatever higher power decided to make sure he was at this exact location at this exact time. Almost feeling like he needs to thank God for guiding him here or some shit.

His curiosity peaked when he was driving down the one way road near the cut. His eyes going immediately to the ropes blocking off and a sign stating “Closed,” on one of the prettiest parts of the beach. Pfft, nothing’s ever private for the self-crowned King of Kildare. So Rafe does what comes natural to him; he inserts his nose in business that has nothing to do with him, with an arrogance that states it’s his right to know and parks his freshly-washed truck. Immediately sneaking under the ropes and walking a short distance until he sees something that for once in a long, long while. Leaves him struck.

He’s watching from afar as a crew sets up various reflectors. There’s slight chaos, people buzzing around and setting up. A photographer adjusting the lens on his camera. Women decked in casual clothing, going through a rack with various pieces of barely-there lingerie and bikinis.

But that’s not what catches Rafe’s attention.

It’s her.

There she’s sat in a pink directors chair. Her hair in a pretty blowout, flowing long behind her with the beach breeze. Her pretty legs peeking out from the white robe wrapped around her. Smooth and glowing, stretching down to pretty manicured toes. Makeup artist buzz around her, adding finishing touches to her flawless face, slathering gloss against plump, pouty lips and adjusting the tousled loose curls flowing around her gorgeous face.

Even from afar Rafe can see the long, wispy lashes adorning pretty eyes, staring up at the woman standing over her, brushing a makeup brush lightly over the smooth skin of her face.

He knows who she is, he knows exactly who she is. She’s been the figment in his imagination whenever he’s desperate and withering, stroking himself. Eyes shut tightly imagining her perfect figure withering under him or staring harshly at his phone screen at the skimpy photo she’s posing for.

He’d never in his life imagine he’d be standing right in front of his biggest fantasy. Albeit from afar, but so close. He feels like a creep, like a peeping tom lurking on what he knows is going to be another one of the various, scandalous shoots she’s so famous for. He can’t help it, even with all the chaos surrounding her he’s zoned in on her and her only.

When she stands up, the white fluffy robe falling erotically off her shoulder, exposing more of her smooth skin, it has him huffing deeply out of his nose. His eyes zoned in on her behind his wayfarers, hand slightly clenching.

It’s when she begins untying the lose knot on the straps of her robe that his him tensing up the most. The smooth skin of her back being revealed down to her pert, plump butt and slim thighs. He feels like he’s dreaming, almost like he wants to pinch himself to make sure he’s not dreaming. But the blaring heat of the sun, the sweat dripping down his tan forehead, making his shirt stick to his back and the painful ache of his stiffened cock brings him back to reality.

She hands the robe to the woman next to her, throwing her tousled curls behind her back. Her back is still facing him but when she turns around … that’s when Rafe really feels like he’s died and gone straight to erotic heaven. He runs his gaze down the entirety of the beach goddess standing right in front of him. His slightly clenched fist now turning white at the knuckles and blunt nails digging into his palm.

He runs his eyes over her perfect, incredibly busty perky tits and perfect upturned nipples. Down to her smooth, flat stomach which pinches in perfectly at the waist and rounds out to beautiful hips he wants to grip into and leave bruised. Her skin glowing, flawless. Slathered in some kind of oil or lotion, making her glisten exquisitely under the North Carolina sun.

But it’s when he sees the perfect V sat inbetween her slightly muscular, yet plush thighs that he lets out a deep heavy groan. The perfectly groomed landing strip waxed there teasing him and making him want to feel it tickle his nose as he buries his face into the most perfect cunt he’s seen in his life.

She’s looking down at her stomach, smoothing her pretty hands over it and then flipping her head back adjusting her hair with both hands, eyes closed. It’s like she knows he’s right there and like she’s putting on a show for him and he revels in it.

He watches as she turns back around and prances confidently forward, walking on the tips of her french-tipped toes slightly kicking the sand. Walking toward the shore and dipping her toes in it.

“Alright everybody! Let’s get this going!” Shouts the older man with frosted tips, dressed flamboyantly. An enthusiastic smile on his slightly wrinkled face.

Rafe watches as men on the crew adjust the reflectors, and he especially watches as his dream girl faces the crowd once behind her. And all he can wonder is how she can feel so comfortable standing so bare in front of so many people. Her hands coming to her pretty hips, cocking them to one side as she digs her french-tipped nails into her smooth-tanned skin.

Rafe gets closer and ducks behind one of the various palms trees hiding his tall figure, needing to get a closer look and hear whatever the fuck they’re talking about.

“Okay y/n, we’re gonna do a couple prints with the blowout and then a good few in the water with your hair slicked back. Sound good?” states, who he’s positive by now is, the photographer.

“Yeah. Sounds good.” she replies back, light and airy with a sweet giggle. Fuck, even though he can barely hear what’s going on just the cadence of the way she speaks sends his nerves into overdrive.

“Perfect.” chips the photographer, “Let’s get a roll on it while the sun is still out.”

Rafe stays there the entire time. The ache in his cock growing bigger, his chest tightened and body tense watching her maneuver herself into various poses. And in his sick mind he feels as if she’s posing for him, and him only. Teasing him with that perfect body and flawless face, seductively bending and prancing around as various clicks and murmurs of praise clamor near.

It’s when the sun starts bleeding into the ocean like lovers reuniting and leaving a warm orange haze across the beach as the photographer shouts “aaaanddd that’s a wrap!” that Rafe realizes he’s been there the entire time. His once neat and primped, plaid button up now soaked through with sweat.

“You did great! I think this is one of your best editorials yet! Absolutely stunning my dear, as always.” praises the flamboyant man as he embraces the now covered model, giving her a slight squeeze and she returns his affections with a warm smile on her face.

“It’s always the best time working with you Stephen, you make it great.” she quips genuinely. Pretty lips turning up on a sweet smile.

“Nonsense, you make my job easy being as perfect as you are. My star! Now get some rest, you’ve earned it. And maybe visit around the Island, I know you love places like this.” He pinches her smooth cheek endearingly.

“Maybe! We’ll see. Goodnight everyone thank you!”

Various voices shouting “goodnight y/n” and “be safe,” reply back. As if he would let anything happen to his precious gift, thinks Rafe.

The beach princess of his dreams now changed into a baby pink, ‘Juciy’ velour jumpsuit and light-brown uggs. Her drying hair clipped back in a light pink claw clip, walking her way up the designated path back to the main road.

Rafe jumps into action, making it back quickly to his truck and speeding out of there before anyone catches him. Debating if he should have followed her to make sure she got back to wherever she’s staying safely. But his cock was so hard it was almost painful. He needed to get home. Driving all the way with only one thought in his mind. Her.

That night, Rafe fist his cock till he can’t anymore under the shower head until the once hot water turns freezing cold. His eyes shut tightly replaying the events he’ll forever have ingrained into his mind, from earlier.

And once he finishes up and steps out of the shower, drying himself off and staring at himself in the mirror. He’s only got one thought in his head. His methodical brain going into overdrive with plots. That no matter what it takes, she’ll be his. Under his thumb, and he’ll never let her go. Ever.

“Did you hear who’s on the island? Everyone’s talking about it man.” quips Topper straightening himself quickly with excitement. The country club is lively, Kooks in every corner and constant murmurs of conversation all around.

“Hell yeah! I’ve been dying to see her, I want to know if she’s as sexy in real life as she is in pictures and on social media.” states Kelce, fully catching onto Topper’s direction of conversation with the same enthusiasm.

She is. Thinks Rafe, knowing exactly who they’re talking about. His stomach filling with that possessiveness he’s so well-known for. His eyes glaring at his friends behind his shades, who talk animatedly about you. He catches slight statements of “she’s the ultimate wet dream” and “i’d do anything for just one night,” as his ears ring with brewing rage.

Ha! He thinks. He’d bash their heads in before they even got near you. His perverted mind already convincing himself that you belong solely to him. And he’s not letting his grip loose.

“Aren’t you dating my sister, bro?” drawls Rafe in his deep, nasally cadence. His legs spread wide as he leans back confidently with his arms over the chairs handles. His demeanor threatening and protective. The boys assuming over Sarah, but in his mind it’s because they’re speaking about his woman.

“Yeah-I mean-c’mon man this is Y/N Y/LN we’re talking about. She’s like the ultimate sex symbol and besides she’s basically famous. We probably won’t see her, let a man drea-holy shit.” Topper’s eyes widen comically, staring straight behind Rafe as Kelce turns in the same direction, jaw dropping slightly and body sitting forward quickly. Eyes bulging in the same comedic manner as Topper.

Rafe’s brows furrow as he watches people in his line of vision all turn in the same direction, eyes of lust, shock, curiosity and even envy from the various men and women around. And when Rafe tilts his head to the side, eyeing whatever is behind him from his peripheral vision that has people, including his friends so starstruck, does he see the girl who’s been invading his mind since yesterday.

There she is. In the prettiest, skimpiest little off-white sundress. Her statuesque figure shown off by the scrap of clothing and contrasting perfectly against her skin-tone. Her skin is glowing just like it was yesterday, stunning legs on display and her pretty feet sitting beautifully in clear platform mules. Shiny hair pinned up in a messy up-do with wispy hairs framing her face beautifully. Big squared glasses perched on her perfect nose and a small smile on her luscious lips as she listens to- is that fucking Sarah?

People’s eyes follow his sister and his future woman as they make their way over to the table resided by the 3 boys. Men and women’s eyes lowering down to her backside and he can only imagine what they’re leering at if the shortness in the front of her dress is any indicator for the length in the back. All the attention quickly dividing elsewhere when Sarah reaches them and speaks up.

“Hey guys!” says his sister enthusiastically as she catches them in her line of sight, immediately reaching back and holding her hand out to guide you along with her. “This is y/n. I met her at the market.” Idiot, thinks Rafe. Why would Sarah think they’d need to be introduced to someone that even his own Dad, has admitted to finding attractive. Rafe shudders at the thought.

Both Kelce and Topper shoot straight up, hands sticking out cheerfully shouting out overlapping “Hi’s” wearing smiles so big it looks like their cheeks hurt. Idiots, thinks Rafe. Why would they make it so obvious? Especially Topper in front of Sarah?

“Hi…” the model says shyly, reaching her hand out and placing it delicately in Topper’s. Giving him a warm smile. “It’s so nice to meet you.”

“This is my boyfriend Topper, who by the way is a big fan!” says Sarah gives Topper a playful eye roll and smug smile, to which he bashfully looks to the side with a cough to clear his throat, cheeks reddening. “This is Kelce, and this,” Sarah turns to point “is my brother Rafe,” to a still-sitting Rafe. Who now rises slowly, shades hiding his pretty cobalt eyes. He stands to full height, towering over the 4 of you and inching a bit closer to you, taking off his glasses as he hangs them on the collar of his white polo.

When y/n turns to look at him, it’s like something struck in both of them. Rafe already felt someway, he stalked her all day yesterday for fucks-sake! But being near her is making his body and mind go haywire. He watches as she pulls her glasses off, exposing those pretty eyes and long wispy lashes. Perching them on her head.

When y/n looks at him though, her breath stops and she’s looking at him with a love-struck look that has Rafe smirking. Hook.

“Hello,” drawls Rafe, his voice deep and nasally, reaching his hand out, “nice to meet you.” He says with the same smug smirk sat on his pretty face. He watches as she places her delicate hand in his palm, beautiful eyes still stuck on him and now locking with his piercing ones. He brings her small hand up to his lips, holding eye contact and pressing a small kiss to her knuckles. Taking in the creamy, vanilla scent radiating off of her and smooth skin of her palm.

“Hiiii..” she whispers, airy voice as light as ever. Eyes still stuck on him in a daze and glazed over with… is that lust? Rafe convinces himself it is, and he’s almost sure it is. Only deepening his para social infatuation with her. “It’s nice to meet you ..Rafe.” He swears he can drop dead right there, hearing his name roll off her tongue in that pretty voice he imagined moaning into his ear all night.

“Ahem!” Sarah clears her throat inquisitively. Breaking the veil that lifted over the both of them for that single moment, like two lovers destined to meet. Topper and Kelce watching the interaction with wide eyes. “Well, now that you’ve got acquainted with a couple people around here and have pretty much seen all there is to this area, that’s interesting anyway. How about we go down to the Outer Ban-“

“No.” quips Rafe sternly. Voice firm. Leaving no room for argument with just a single word. His eyes cutting deeply into Sarah, whose face now scrunches with defensive attitude, “what is your problem?” she bites back.

The two boys still watching with wide eyes, but glancing over unabashedly at the model whose eyes are still focused on the man who’s got heat building between her thighs very quickly. And her heart pounding in her chest.

“You wanna take her to the Cut? Around those filthy fucking pogues?” bites back Rafe with the same animosity, inching forward threateningly as if daring Sarah. As if she ever gave a fuck what her brother thought. “Yeah.” she bites back firmly, “And what? She did a photoshoot there just last night.” Oh, I know. “She wants to see the area outside of working, besides I’m her tour guide and I promised to show her the whole island and that’s what I’m gonna do.” scoffs Sarah, rolling her eyes at her brother’s ingrained dominance.

“Nah. You’re not.” quips back Rafe, arrogance radiating off of his big and tall frame. “Nah, you know what. I’ll take it upon myself to show this sweet little princess around, if she wants to see the Cut or play in the water it’s better she’s with someone who can take care of her. Protect her from those fucking weirdos you like so much. Like me.” says Rafe with that smug smile on his face that Sarah wants to smack off 100% of the time. “Who do you even think you are-“

“So you wanna see the Outer Banks, beautiful? How about I show you around?” He cuts off Sarah, ignoring the anger radiating off of her as he turns his full attention to his proclaimed little princess. Who had been watching the whole time, struck by the sexy man who she now knows as Sarah’s brother and who’s got her inner thighs squeezing together and slick. His causal dominance over her, making her head hazy, and stomach flip.

Line.

Sarah, Topper and Kelce stand stunned by Rafe’s casual display of dominance but more-so by the fact that they can see that she liked it. A flirty giggle falling from her lips as she nods her head quickly. Leaning her body into him. Rafe smiles at the sweet sound, throwing his arm over her shoulders and turning his back to his sister and friends. Completely over-taking her attention and asserting his claim. She immediately nuzzles into his side, her arm wrapping around his waist and giving Rafe her undivided attention as she looks up at him with doe-eyes hanging onto every word that falls from his pretty pink lips.

“Yeah? You Like that?” He brings his other hand to pinch her chin, then giving it a slight knock with his index finger as he smirks down at her. “You stick with me and I’ll show you exactly everything you’ve been missing and whatever you want to see. I’ll take such good care of you, princess. Don’t worry.”

Sinker.

Read Part 2 here.

a/n: phew! he’s so dreamy ugh! I hope you all enjoy!

[littlelamy]

love this!!!😏😍

thinking about being a brat while rafe is on the phone!! hehe

like… I just want you to pay attention to me ☹️🤭

reminded me so much of this gif below… ♥︎

rafe is trying his best to stay focused while you roll around on the bed, curling yourself into the most fuckable positions and extending your leg outwards only for him to grab at the arch of your foot and shoot you a warning glance.

the way his gaze locks with your own combined with the drawl of his voice makes a grin pull at your lips, “i, uh— yeah, that sounds good. i’ll look into some flights and see what i can do.”

it’s not long before his phone is tossed to the side and he’s hovering over you, trapping your smaller form in-between himself and the mattress— you’re still grinning wildly, happy that you’re finally the center of his attention.

“what’s gotten into you?” he murmurs against the apple of your cheek, dragging his lips over your face before pressing a kiss there. then your jaw, then right below your ear…

“just love you, daddy…” you murmur back to him before you gasp ‘n quietly squeal as his teeth nip at the sensitive skin of your neck.

at that, rafe stands back up. strong hands traveling down to his belt as he undoes the sturdy, metal buckle and crafted leather— you tuck your bottom lip between your teeth, watching the scene before you unfold with baited breath.

“yeah?” he huffs out, “well daddy’s about to show you just how much he loves you, too—”