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“that’s a wrap” OMFG this is perfection!!

directors privilege — rafe cameron

director!rafe x actress!fem!reader

Rafe’s grip on your hips is bruising as he slams into you from behind, each thrust punching desperate moans from your throat. The chair rocks beneath you, leather squeaking, your knees slipping against the cushion as his cock stretches you open, thick and unrelenting.

His other hand snakes around your waist, fingers finding your swollen clit, rubbing rough, merciless circles. “Look at you,” he growls, voice dark with possession. “So fucking desperate — so fucking mine.”

You don’t know why Rafe called you into his private editing suite so late. The set had wrapped hours ago, your body sore from a long day, your eyelids heavy. But when the director himself tells you to come in, you don’t ask questions.

The room is dimly lit, the only source of illumination the glow from the massive screen in front of him. The leather chair beneath him creaks as he leans back, legs spread, fingers drumming lazily against the armrest. His eyes track your every move as you step inside, his stare heavy, knowing.

“Sit.” The command is quiet, but there’s no mistaking it. He pats his thigh, like he’s done this before, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

You hesitate for only a second before obeying, lowering yourself onto his lap, your dress riding up as your legs drape over his. The heat of his body is immediate, solid muscle beneath you, and as you shift slightly to get comfortable, you feel it—his cock, thick and already stirring against his jeans.

Your pulse jumps.

“I want you to see something,” Rafe murmurs, his lips grazing your ear as he reaches for the remote. His breath is warm, the rasp in his voice dripping with something darker and something dangerous. You swallow hard, pressing your thighs together as the screen flickers to life.

Your stomach tightens.

It’s your scene. The intimate one. The one that had taken hours to shoot. Your character on-screen, breathless, pinned beneath your co-star, surrendering completely as his hands roam over your body. Your lips parting, your back arching, your soft moans filling the speakers.

But here, in the heavy silence of Rafe’s office, with his hands already creeping up your thighs, it doesn’t feel like acting anymore.

His palm splays over your stomach, pulling you back against his chest as his other hand dips between your legs. “You see that?” he mutters. His fingers slip beneath the hem of your dress, skimming up the inside of your thigh, teasing. You shudder, breath hitching, and he chuckles, dark and knowing.

“He didn’t touch you right.”

The words settle in your stomach like molten heat. His hand moves higher, his fingertips pressing against the damp fabric of your panties. You bite your lip, but there’s no hiding it. You’re soaked.

Rafe exhales sharply through his nose, his cock twitching beneath you. His hand flexes on your stomach, holding you in place as you squirm in his lap.

“You know how I can tell?” His voice is a slow drag of sin against your ear, his fingers stroking a teasing line over the wet fabric, applying just enough pressure to make you whimper. “Because you’re already fucking dripping for me.”

A desperate noise slips from your throat as he pushes your panties aside, dragging his fingers through your slick folds. You jolt, your hips bucking against his hand, and the motion grinds you down against the hard length of his cock.

Rafe groans, deep and rough, his fingers tightening on your stomach. “That’s it,” he murmurs. “Feel what you fucking do to me.”

Your nipples pebble against the thin fabric of your dress, aching. You can’t help yourself. You roll your hips again, grinding against his cock, chasing the friction. The low growl he lets out sends a shiver down your spine.

On-screen, your character moans, but it’s nothing compared to the sounds slipping past your lips now. Because this isn’t fake. This isn’t acting.

This is real.

Rafe’s fingers find your clit, slick and needy, rubbing slow, torturous circles. Your head falls back against his shoulder, your breath coming in quick, uneven pants.

“Look at yourself,” he orders. “Look at how you pretend to fall apart for him.”

Your eyes snap open, locking onto the screen. Your own face stares back, eyes hazy, lips swollen. But Rafe’s right. It was never real. Not like this.

Not like the way his fingers slide into you now, stretching you open, curling deep. Your walls flutter around him, and he groans against your neck, his hips jerking up beneath you.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he grits out, pumping his fingers slow, dragging the pleasure out. “Bet he didn’t even make you this wet.”

You can’t speak. Can’t think. All you can do is rock against his hand, your body trembling, your slick coating his fingers. He presses his thumb against your clit, circling just right, and the pressure coils low in your stomach, winding tighter and tighter.

Rafe nips at your jaw, his voice dark, commanding. “Cum for me.”

The order snaps something inside you.

You come apart with a sharp cry, your walls clenching down around his fingers, your body shaking as he fucks you through it. His free hand slides up to your throat, holding you steady, making you feel every pulse, every wave of pleasure.

When you finally sag against his chest, boneless, he pulls his fingers from you, slick, glistening. You barely have time to catch your breath before he’s bringing them to your lips.

“Taste yourself.”

You whimper, lips parting as he pushes his fingers into your mouth. The taste of your own arousal coats your tongue, and his grip tightens in your hair, forcing you to take it.

“Good girl,” Rafe murmurs, his cock throbbing beneath you. His other hand drags down your stomach, teasing the promise of more. “Now, let’s see how much better we can make this scene.”

The taste of yourself lingers on your tongue, your lips still parted as Rafe pulls his fingers away. His gaze is heavy, burning into you with something dark and hungry. And then, as if a switch flips, everything turns frantic.

Rafe grabs the hem of your dress and yanks it up over your head, the fabric slipping off your body in one swift motion. He doesn’t even wait to admire you -- his hands are already on you, his lips crashing against yours, desperate, devouring. You barely register the sound of his belt unbuckling before he’s pushing his jeans and boxers down, his cock springing free, thick and hard, slapping against his stomach.

Fuck.

Your breath catches as you finally get a good look at him. He’s big —long, veined, flushed at the tip, already slick with pre-cum. Your fingers twitch with the need to touch him, and when you reach down, wrapping your hand around his length, Rafe groans, his forehead dropping to your shoulder.

“Shit,” he mutters, his voice strained as you stroke him, your palm gliding easily with the help of his arousal. He’s hot and heavy in your grip, the skin silky over the rigid steel beneath.

Rafe shudders, but he doesn’t let you get too far before he takes control again. His mouth latches onto your throat, kissing and sucking a trail down your body until his lips find your breasts. His hands come up, squeezing, kneading, before his mouth wraps around one aching nipple.

Your back arches as his tongue swirls over the sensitive bud, sucking hard, his teeth grazing just enough to make you whimper.

“Fuck, Rafe,” you breathe, tightening your grip on his cock, stroking him faster. His pre-cum smears over your fingers, warm and slick, and he growls against your skin, his hips bucking into your hand.

Then suddenly he pulls back, his lips leaving your swollen nipple with a wet pop. His eyes are wild as he grabs your wrist, prying your fingers off his cock.

He smirks. “Not yet.”

Before you can protest, he pulls you up and spins you around, guiding you toward his chair. You collapse into the plush leather, your breath still uneven, your legs spreading instinctively.

Rafe drops to his knees between them.

His hands grip your thighs, pushing them open wider, and his eyes drop between your legs.

“Fuck,” he breathes, almost in awe.

You can feel how soaked you are, your slick glistening in the dim light, your folds already swollen and needy from his teasing.

Rafe drags his fingers through your wetness, spreading you open, groaning at the sight. “Look at this pretty little pussy,” he mutters, more to himself than to you. “So fucking wet for me.”

Then, without warning, he leans in and licks a slow, deliberate stripe up your slit.

You gasp, your hands flying to his hair, fingers tangling in the strands as his tongue flicks over your clit, teasing, before he pulls back just to spit directly onto your cunt.

A moan escapes you, and he grins, watching as his saliva mixes with your arousal, making you even messier.

“You like that, huh?” he murmurs, running his tongue over his lips before diving back in.

He eats you like a man starved.

His tongue laps at your clit, slow and teasing at first, before he sucks the swollen bud into his mouth, rolling it between his lips. The sensation sends a sharp jolt of pleasure through you, your hips jerking up against his face.

Rafe growls, his hands gripping your thighs tighter, holding you down as he buries his face between your legs. His tongue flicks, circles, drags through your folds, lapping up everything you give him.

He fucks you with his tongue, pushing it deep inside, groaning at the taste, at the way your walls flutter around him. Then he moves back to your clit, alternating between sucking and licking, his movements growing more intense, more desperate.

Your body trembles, the pleasure winding tight, your stomach clenching as the pressure builds, higher and higher.

“Rafe! I'm gonna—”

He doesn’t let you finish. He just grips your thighs harder, his tongue moving faster, determined to push you over the edge.

And when you cum, it’s explosive.

Your body locks up, a cry tearing from your throat as the pleasure crashes over you. Your legs shake around his head, your fingers pulling at his hair as your orgasm pulses through you, wave after wave.

Rafe doesn’t stop.

He keeps licking, keeps sucking, dragging out every last shudder, drinking you down like he can’t get enough. When he finally pulls back, his lips and chin are shining with your slick.

He smirks, swiping the back of his hand across his mouth.

“Now,” he murmurs, standing, his cock still hard, throbbing, “let’s see if this chair can handle what I’m about to do to you.”

You nod eagerly, body still trembling from the aftershocks of your orgasm, legs weak but desperate for more. Rafe watches you with that dark, satisfied smirk, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. His cock is still rock hard, slick with the pre-cum smeared from your earlier touch, twitching with need.

“Turn around,” he orders, voice thick with dominance.

You don’t hesitate. You rise from the chair on shaky legs, and he grabs your waist, flipping you over so your knees hit the seat cushion. Your hands brace against the backrest, your ass lifted, legs spread —offering yourself to him without shame.

“Fuck,” Rafe mutters, palming the curve of your ass, kneading the flesh, spreading you open. You feel the weight of his cock press against your soaked folds, teasing, rubbing the length up and down, the head catching against your clit just enough to make you jolt.

“You’re still dripping,” he muses, dragging his thumb through your slick folds before pressing it against your already-sensitive clit. You whimper, pushing back against him, desperate.

Rafe chuckles. “So fucking needy. You want it that bad?”

“Yes,” you pant. “Rafe, please—”

A sharp slap lands on your ass. You gasp, the sting sparking hot and delicious across your skin.

“Say it right.”

You swallow, heat flooding your body. “Please, sir. I need your cock.”

Another slap, harder this time. Your whole body jerks, and your pussy clenches around nothing.

“Good girl.”

Then he’s pressing the thick head of his cock against your entrance, teasing, making you feel the stretch before he even pushes in. He holds your hips in place as he sinks in, inch by inch, the intrusion slow, torturous.

“Jesus Christ,” he groans as your walls clamp down around him, swallowing him whole. “You’re so fucking tight.”

You whimper, your forehead pressing against the chair as he bottoms out, filling you completely. The stretch is deep, intense, the angle letting him hit every sensitive spot inside you.

He pulls back slowly, almost all the way out, before slamming back in, his hips snapping forward so hard the chair creaks beneath you.

You cry out, fingers gripping the leather, your body arching.

“That’s it,” Rafe grits out, setting a ruthless pace. “Take it.”

He pounds into you, his grip bruising on your hips as he fucks you deep, relentless, each thrust pushing you further into the chair. His cock drags against your slick walls, stretching you, filling you, claiming you.

The sound of skin slapping fills the room—his hips smacking against your ass, the wet, obscene noises of your cunt taking him over and over.

Then his hand leaves your waist, only to come down on your ass again, harder this time. The impact sends a sharp shock of pleasure straight to your clit, and you moan, back arching further.

“You like that?” Rafe taunts, rubbing the spot where he just spanked you before delivering another slap. “Like getting fucked like this?”

“Yes,” you cry, voice breaking, “I love it! I love your cock!”

He groans, fingers tangling in your hair, yanking your head back so you’re forced to arch against him. His lips graze your ear, his breath hot and ragged.

“Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” you gasp. “Only yours.”

Rafe growls, snapping his hips harder, faster, his cock slamming into you with punishing force. The chair rocks beneath you, your body jerking with every thrust.

His hand snakes around your waist, fingers finding your clit, rubbing tight, fast circles.

The pleasure builds again, sharp and blinding, coiling deep in your belly.

“You gonna cum for me again?” Rafe grits out, his own breath turning ragged, his thrusts becoming erratic. “Gonna let me feel you squeeze my cock?”

You nod frantically, but it’s not enough. He spanks you again, making you cry out.

“Say it.”

“I’m gonna cum,” you sob, “please, please, Rafe...”

“Fucking do it.”

The orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, your body seizing, your pussy clenching down hard around his cock. The pleasure rips through you, blinding, overwhelming, as your vision goes white.

Rafe groans, his fingers digging into your hips as he slams deep one last time. Then he’s spilling inside you, his cock throbbing, filling you up with thick, hot ropes of cum.

He stays buried inside you for a moment, his forehead pressing against your spine, his breath hot against your skin. His hands stroke over your waist, grounding you both.

Finally, he pulls out, watching as his cum slowly drips from your swollen, wrecked pussy.

He smirks, rubbing a lazy hand over your ass. “That’s a wrap.”

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rafeslvttygirl · 2 days ago

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— hands on you

synopsis ; rafe is obsessed with your waist and can’t stop touching you content warnings ; touchy!rafe, klutzy!reader, just fluff

it started out as just a simple touch, really. until it become something rafe didn't even realise he was doing.

but you noticed. oh, you definitely noticed.

like when you're standing at the midsummers party, talking to one of your friends, and suddenly his hands manage to land on your waist. not pulling, not possessive — just lingering there. like a bad habit.

his thumb grazing against the dip of your waist, brushing slow circles against the exposed skin of your two-piece set. a silent reminder that he's close by.

or when you're walking ahead of him while shopping, distracted by whatever is displayed on your phone to see the pole in front of you. so he instintively tugs you back by your waist, swivelling you around it. but his hands never leave you even after escaping danger.

no, his hands stay there like they're meant to be. "watch where you're goin', baby." he coos from behind you but you're too lost in your own bubble to notice anything that just happened.

even now, as you're curled up in bed, his grip is firm against your waist and pulling you closer to his body. "you're obsessed with my waist, rafeyy" you tease, running a hand along his big muscles that are suffocating your waist at this point.

rafe hums against your neck, voice husky and low. "damn right i am."

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rafeslvttygirl · 2 days ago

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— hands on you

synopsis ; rafe is obsessed with your waist and can’t stop touching you content warnings ; touchy!rafe, klutzy!reader, just fluff

it started out as just a simple touch, really. until it become something rafe didn't even realise he was doing.

but you noticed. oh, you definitely noticed.

his thumb grazing against the dip of your waist, brushing slow circles against the exposed skin of your two-piece set. a silent reminder that he's close by.

no, his hands stay there like they're meant to be. "watch where you're goin', baby." he coos from behind you but you're too lost in your own bubble to notice anything that just happened.

rafe hums against your neck, voice husky and low. "damn right i am."

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rafeslvttygirl · 3 days ago

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Belong To You - Rafe Cameron (CH. 3)

pairing ; bsfbrother!rafe x fem!reader

summary ; crushing on your best friend’s brother was off-limits, but resisting rafe cameron was impossible. you’re back at obx for summer break, and you must stay away from him — too bad rafe has other plans…

overall warnings ; mature content, bad language, teasing, lots of petnames (i love them, i’m sorry), sexual tension, insinuations of having sex (but not too explicit!), sneaking around/ lying, alcohol consumption (sometimes excessive), lots and lots of fluff

chapter warnings ; bad language, teasing, petnames, sexual tension, alcohol consumption, drowning

⋆˙⟡. “so not jealous”

YOU’VE BARELY BEEN BACK from the beach for a whole minute when you find yourself wandering through the winding halls of the Camerons' mansion.

Sarah has disappeared to shower, leaving you to your own devices, so you decided to explore. The Camerons live in a world so far removed from yours — while this house screamed luxury and wealth, you were left with debt your father had left since he ran away two summers ago.

You round a corner, lost in thought, when a shadow moves at the edge of your vision. Before you can act, you’re pulled against the wall softly. Your back presses against the cool wall, and a familiar scent of musk and a manly cologne penetrate your senses.

You know it's Rafe before you see him. It would be hard not to tell him apart from anyone else.

His presence overwhelms you, and you can't help but suck in a breath as his gaze locks onto yours. But then you remember him smiling at that girl, and all of a sudden you’re not so nervous anymore.

"What the hell are you doing to me?" Rafe places both his hands against the wall above you, effectively caging you so you can't escape.

"I don't know what you're doing, but-" Your response is cut off when his hand cups your jaw, your resolve crumbling under his touch.

Rafe chuckles softly, leaning in closer if possible. "You're terrible at lying, princess."

That nickname you’ve become so accustomed to somehow makes your whole body shudder. No matter how many times he calls you it, you can never seem to get enough.

He's silent for a moment, studying you. When he speaks again, his thumb lightly strokes your jaw, igniting a flame inside of you. "You were jealous today, weren't you?"

Your head snaps back to him, confused as to how he'd found that out. As much as it was true, you weren’t going to admit that to him, so you lie through your teeth. "What? I was so not jealous!"

Your tone wasn’t very convincing, and it was evident as Rafe tilted his head slightly, not buying anything you had said. "Oh, princess. I'm all yours, you know that."

You begin to feel your cheeks burn at his response, and you’re suddenly grateful for the dim lighting. "You're delusional if you think that," you say, attempting to push past him, but he doesn't budge.

"Admit it," he presses, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You hate seeing me with anyone else, don't you?"

"You're so full of yourself," you snap, though it lacks conviction. The truth is, he's right. Seeing him with that girl earlier twisted something ugly and unfamiliar in your chest.

His gaze drops to your lips, noticing your teeth grip onto your bottom lip like your life depended on it. That was proof that you were lying, and before you could stop, his face dropped to your ear. "Don't tempt me."

Your breath catches, and for a moment, the world narrows to just the two of you. His eyes hold yours, and tension is thick. You’re not sure who moves first, but suddenly the distance between you two disappears.

His lips brush gently on your forehead, like a silent promise to something. You’re not really sure what though.

"Tell me you don't feel this," he gestures between you and him. "Tell me, and I'll back off."

You open your mouth to respond, but the words won't come. Because in all honesty, you do feel it — every glance, every word he's said to you has been burned into your memory. And the idea of walking away from what could be, scares you the most.

Before you can try to think of anything to say, footsteps echo down the hall, and you both freeze. Rafe reluctantly steps back, his gaze showing something more than just teasing.

Like something real hits him. Like he's serious about whatever is going on between you. Or, at least you hope so.

"Think about it," he says quietly before slipping away, leaving you alone to marinate in your own thoughts. And slowly but surely, your erratic heartbeat stops fluttering uncontrollably.

Just on queue, Sarah walks over to you, a questioning look on her face at how bewildered you look. You brush off the encounter as if it didn't largely affect you, and head off into the shower too, letting the water wash away the thoughts of him that lingered.

The rest of the day passed by in a blur. Rafe was nowhere to be seen, and you were missing him a lot more than you’d care to admit.

Sarah and you were lounging around, as she was chattering away about plans for the evening; another party at one of their Kook friends' mansion. You don't know how they did it, partying nonstop until the crack of dawn.

And by the time the sun dipped below the horizon, you were dressed in one of Sarah's borrowed outfits — a white strapless dress, and a black denim jacket on top, pairing it with your white converse.

You smoothed down the material, trying to keep your mind from wandering to Rafe. It wasn't unusual that he was away for this long, tending to the business with Ward presumably. But it still didn't feel right.

The house you both arrived at was massive, even by Kook standards, with sprawling balconies and glowing lights illuminating the backyard pool. Music thumped as people were either sprawled out near the pool or inside.

Sarah was once again swept up, finding familiar faces in the crowd, leaving you on your own accord. You didn't mind it though, watching the ripples in the pool hypnotise you.

You decide upon grabbing a quick drink to ease your nerves, but upon getting to the mini-bar outside, your eyes spot someone familiar.

Rafe.

He’s stood near the pool, a drink in hand, laughing with a group of people. Like he didn't just fall off the face of the earth, leaving you to worry.

But it wasn't the laughter that made your heart sink. It was the familiar girl from the beach stood beside him, her hand lightly brushing his arm as she leaned in closer.

Your chest tightened. Of course. Of course he'd drag you into believing his lies yet again. He's so full of shit, you can't believe you almost thought you guys could be together. Even if it was a secret.

But then again, he was Rafe Cameron — arrogant, infuriating, and utterly unattainable. Especially to a pogue like you. He'd rather be with someone in his own league.

You tried to look away, tears rolling before you could stop them. You didn't realise you’d drained your drink until the empty cup crinkled in your grasp. Throwing the empty plastic cup on the counter of the bar, your feet instantly dragged towards him.

Even though you could hear Sarah's voice calling after you, you were on a mission. You don't know what you would say once you got over to him, but your feet wouldn't stop now.

Somehow, the contents of your drink had intoxicated you, even though that was the only drink you’d had all night. Before you could stop yourself, you stepped into his line of sight. "Can we talk?" You blurted, head spinning, your voice sounding higher than you’d hoped.

Rafe's eyes snapped to yours, holding you upright. "Are you okay, princess?" he stupidly asked, looking at you with that stupid gaze. As if he cared.

The girl behind him was furious that you’d gotten his attention, and you took note of that. "What do you think, asshole?" Your voice was meant to sound threatening, but your head was spinning like crazy.

And before you could steady yourself, a sudden shove sent you plunging into the cold pool. The world around you disappeared in an instant, and panic seized your chest as you flailed, desperate for air that you couldn't reach.

Desperate for someone to save you.

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rafeslvttygirl · 4 days ago

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Belong To You - Rafe Cameron (CH. 2)

pairing ; bsfbrother!rafe x fem!reader

chapter warnings ; teasing, petnames, sexual tension, slight jealousy

⋆˙⟡ “off-limits”

THE MORNING SUN FILTERS through the sheer curtain of Sarah's guest room, casting a soft glow across the cluttered space.

Your head throbs faintly, a reminder of last nights party and the way you let alcohol dull your inhibitions. Even now, the memory of Rafe lingers — his piercing gaze, the smirk that tugged at the corners of his mouth.

You groan, throwing an arm over your face. Rafe is Sarah's brother. Off-limits in every way possible. And yet, here you are, letting him occupy more space in your mind than you’d care to admit.

The door creaks open, and Sarah bursts in, holding a cup of coffee like it's a peace offering. It's almost as if hangovers don't exist to Sarah, and you don't know how she does it. "Morning, lazy. Get up, we've got plans."

You sit up slowly, blinking at the light. "Plans?"

"Yeah," she says, grinning as she sets the coffee on the nightstand. "Shopping in town, maybe lunch at The Wreck, and then saving the beach for last."

"I'll pass," you mutter, wanting to stay in bed all day. "But thanks."

Sarah flops onto the bed beside you, stretching out drastically. "You better come with me. I didn't drag you out here for you to mope around all summer. Come on, Y/N. Fun. Remember that?"

You force a smile. "Yeah... Fun. Sounds great."

She doesn't seem to notice your lack of enthusiasm. Instead, she hops up, pulling open the closet. "Wear something of mine," Sarah judges heavily, looking at the clothes you somehow managed to hang up last night. "I'll get you something cuter to wear."

By the time you and Sarah have finished shopping, and filled yourselves with food, you’re on your last task of the day.

The beach is alive with activity. Bright towels dot the sand, and the smell of saltwater fills the air. Sarah finds you guys a spot close to the water and spreads out a blanket.

You settle beside her, slipping off your sandals and digging your toes into the warm sand. For a moment, you let yourself relax, closing your eyes and focusing on the rhythmic sound of the waves. Just peace and quiet, minus the waves.

But peace doesn't last long. A familiar shadow falls over you, and when you glance up, your breath hitches. It's Rafe.

He's shirtless, his swim trunks slung low on his hips, and the sun catches the droplets of water sliding down his chest. He's every bit as infuriatingly beautiful than you’d remembered. And the smirk on his face tells you he knows it too.

"Hey, Sarah," he says casually, his eyes flickering to you for the briefest moment before returning to his sister. "Didn't expect to see you out here."

"Why not?" Sarah says, rolling her eyes dramatically. "It's the beach, you doofus. Where else would I be? And what about you, don't you have anything better to do?"

"Not really," he says, his eyes flickering to yours again. "Mind if I join you guys?"

Sarah groans, flopping back against the blanket. "Do whatever you want."

You can feel your pulse quicken as Rafe drops down onto the sand beside you, his proximity setting you on edge. "You're not avoiding me, are you?" he murmurs, his voice low enough that Sarah doesn't catch it.

"No," you lie, staring straight ahead towards the water. "Why would I be?"

His chuckle is quiet, almost dangerous. "Good. Because I'd hate to think I scared you off."

You glance at him, your breath catching at the sight of his eyes darkening, the smirk tugging at the edges of his mouth. That seemed to be his common habit that you’d noticed while admiring him for years.

"You don't scare me," you manage, though your voice is unsteady.

"Then why are you blushing, princess?"

And it's then that you feel your cheeks burn, and you scramble for a good enough response, nothing coming out of your mouth. Rafe just laughs softly, the sound burning a fire inside of you.

"Rafe," you start, as his gaze follow the movement of biting your bottom lip. It was a habit of your own that you couldn't help when you were nervous or lying. It seemed to happen a lot when you were with Rafe.

The intensity of his eyes sent a jot of electricity through you, and you felt trapped — caught between wanting to stay away from him and being unable to resist the pull.

He leans in slightly, just enough for his voice to lower further. "Go on, I'm listening."

Your throat feels dry, and your heart pounds so loudly you’re certain he can hear it. "You're impossible, you know that?" You finally manage to laugh, but it seems awkwardly forced.

"That's not what you were about to say," he replies smoothly. His hand brushes against yours, the touch so fleeting you couldn’t tell if it was intentional or not. But it sets your skin alight all the same.

"I—" you begin, but before you can finish, Sarah's voice cuts through the air.

"Y/N!" she calls, oblivious to the moment she unknowingly interrupted. She's returning with two popsicles in hand, and making her way from across the beach. You don't even remember her getting up in the first place, too focused on her brother instead.

Rafe pulls back, noting the energy change. "Saved by Sarah, huh?" he chuckles as if this conversation is far from over. He's quick to his feet, walking away from you once Sarah sits down again.

You had to admit, it felt boring once he was gone, and you wanted nothing more than for him to stay a little longer.

You quickly turn towards Sarah, taking the popsicle in hand and mumbling a thanks. As Sarah chats away, you can't help but notice Rafe in the distance. Specifically who he's talking to.

There's a girl that's caught his attention, and the smile on Rafe's mouth makes your stomach drop. Watching the scene in front of you, you can't help but wish that were you making him smile like that.

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rafeslvttygirl · 4 days ago

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— ୨ৎ bsf!rafe showing your date what he was missing out on.

synopsis: after getting stood up by your date, your best friend decides he's gonna show him what he could've had. authors note: i'm honestly not sure how i feel about this but i wanted to get something out before i lose motivation. anywayss, enjoy!!. . .♡ content warnings: not proofread. a little rushed cause i'm tired lol. contains smut, mdni. unprotected p in v. dirty talk. oral f.receiving. fingering. praise. on call during sex.

rafe laid on his bed, his head resting comfortably on his pillows with his arm draped lazily over his eyes. he had been listening to you talk about your day for the past hour, just barely listening to bits and pieces. he was really only waiting for you to skip to the lunch date you were supposed to have that afternoon, but you were so stuck on the topic of wanting to try out a new lip combo—whatever that was. so he decided it would just be quicker to just ask you himself.

“what about that date?” he cuts you off mid sentence, moving his arm from his eyes to peer over at you while you leisurely span around in the swivel chair at his desk. “with uhh...what was his name? ayden?” your glossed lips pull into a frown, stopping your spinning “andrew,” you correct, your finger twirling around a loose thread on your shorts. “and it didn't happened. he never came”

rafe's eyes shifted to yours, an annoyed furrow in his eyebrows forming at your admission “you mean that asshole never even showed up?” he scoffed, now fully sitting up against the headboard.

“nope,” your murmur, shifting in your seat “not only that, but he texted me an hour later to tell me he didn't feel like coming.”

“what a pussy,” rafe muttered under his breath, pushing his greasy hair away from his forehead as he tried to suppress an eye roll. he hated it whenever someone wasted your time or let you down. he always thought any guy who you even batted an eye at was incredibly lucky. “he just doesn't deserve you then. n i already told you that you were too good for him. don't know why you don't listen to me. you need to go after guys who would treat you better.”

your lips purse, tilting your head sideways as you toy with the polish on your manicured finger. “uh huh. and who would that be, hm? you?”

“yes.” rafe’s answer is almost immediate and without hesitation. he had no shame, no remorse, no fear. he was straightforward and honest to a fault. “i’d never let you down, you know that. and i'd show you what your date should've done.”

your fingers stop picking at your nail polish, your lips pulling into a thin line. you knew rafe was a good friend, he always had been. but boyfriend material? you weren't so sure. you've seen the way he's run through girls like t-shirts; and you refused to be one of his discards. “rafe—” you started, but he cut you off, waving his hand dismissively.

“nah, nah. don’t ‘rafe’ me. i’m serious. you don't wanna date me? fine. understandable. but at least let me help ya out. y'know, as your friend. i could be uh...setting a standard or...whatever you wanna call it. i could give you a better time than he would've.”

you weren't stupid, you knew what rafe was trying to do. it's how he got all of the island girls to flock over him��manipulation. but was it really manipulation if you wanted it too?

‎ ‎ ─── ✷ ⊹ ࣪

“you taste so fuckin' good. shit — you're drippin for me.” rafe groaned, his eyes trained on drenched folds before they locked on your face, watching the way it contorted in pleasure with every swirl of his tongue against your clit. “feel good, yeah?”

you were only able to force out a few incoherent sounds, the overwhelming pleasure making your brain fuzzy. any guy you've ever slept with never offered or made the slightest effort to eat you out like this. so the new sensation of rafe's tongue had you seeing stars and gasping beneath him. “c'mon, i asked you a question, i want actual words, alright? i want you to tell me how good it feels. and look at me when i'm taking t'you.” rafe spoke against your sex, the vibration of his words making your hips twitch.

“mngh....y-yes.” you breath out, forcing your eyes open to lock to his, “feels good...s'good.” you whimper, glossed lips parting as you stare down at him.

“mmh, there ya go, that's my girl. when i ask something i expect a real answer, yeah?” rafe murmured as two of his long fingers easily slipped into your soaking hole, pulling a mewl from your lips and making your back arch off the mattress slightly. “fuck baby, you're perfect — s'fuckin tight.” he groaned, watching the way your narrow pussy sucked in his fingers, a ring of your slick coating the base of his digits. “y'been giving this pussy to amateurs i bet. don't worry though..i'll stretch ya out real nice.” rafe murmured, wrapping his lips around your clit, sucking on the sensitive bud, your eyes rolling back while his fingers moved in slow, deep strokes, finding the spongy spot that made you cinch around his fingers.

“mgnh...fuck, rafe. i—” you gasp, hands fisting the sheets under you, your words being punctuated by rafe purposely humming around your clit, the vibration making your hips twitch. “mmh yeah i know, pretty girl. gonna cum, yeah? go on baby...make a mess f'me.”

his hands squeeze your thighs as they start to tremble, a loud whine falling from your lips as your orgasm hits, your cunt fluttering around his fingers, glossy eyes squeezing shut. rafe groans against you, lapping your juices as he helps you ride out your orgasm. “yeah, that's it, baby...good girl.”

you felt completely boneless, muscles trembling and skin buzzing all over as you slowly try to come down, catching your breath as he pulled himself up to hover over you, his hand tapping your trembling outer thigh “open up f'me baby.”

your eyes flutter open, thighs shaking as you slowly let them fall open. your eyes half lidded as you stared up at him. rafe groans softly at the sight before him, positioning himself between your legs and slowly slid his leaking tip up and down your glistening lips, teasing your clit slowly.

“fuuuck” rafe groaned as he started to slip his twitching member into your leaking cunt, his eyes fluttering at the sensation of him bottoming out. “shit baby, you're so fuckin' tight...suckin' me in s'good” rafe grunted, his hips starting to snap against yours as he drove his cock in and out, watching your lips part and eyebrows furrow in pleasure.

your head falls back onto the mattress as you mewled beneath him, your lips opening but no words leaving your mouth, already too cock drunk to form any coherent sentences. “bet you needed this, hm? needed this pussy taken care of s'bad, you just had to be fucked by your best friend — you like that, don't you, baby? you like your best friend's cock stretching you out?”

before you could even process what rafe said, the sharp, jarring sound of your phone ringing pierced through the air. the loud and harsh sound causing rafe's eyes to snap up in annoyance, his grip on your hips tightening. “fuckin' christ — who's calling?”

with your brain slowly working to catch up to the situation, the persistent ringing of your phone seemed to finally sink in. your hands fumble around as you search for the phone, eventually finding it. glancing at the caller id, your eyes flutter in surprise, and you let out a whimper, forced to keep your eyes open as rafe's hips continue their relentless rhythm. “w-wait,” you stammer, struggling to catch your breath as you see andrew's name flash across the screen. “i — shit — i need to-”

“answer it.” he ordered, smirking down at you as he watched the name flash on the screen. “let him know your best friend's takin' good care of this pussy.” rafe murmured, noticing the hesitance in your expression.

“wasn't a question.” rafe grunted, taking your phone from your hand without any consent, his thrusts getting rougher as he answered the phone, putting it on speaker. “mmh, y/n's busy. fuck— y'know you're really missin' out though, man. this pussy's a fuckin' dream.” rafe spoke between breathy moans, the sounds of skin slapping and both you and rafe's moans clearly heard on the other end by andrew. “hear that? s'the sound of quality pussy, she’s sucking me in so tightly. bet you wish you were me huh?”

“hey, what is…” andrew's voice comes through the other end of the line, his words trailing off when he realized who he was talking to. “rafe?” rafe's smirk only widens at the sound of the obvious confusion and uneasiness in andrew's voice. “uh huh..” rafe groaned, “fuck man, she's takin' my dick so well; she even makes the prettiest noises f'me wanna hear?” the condescending, almost faux sympathy in rafe's voice was clear, it was obvious he was getting off on this.

he angled the phone closer to your face, making sure the sound of your lewd, almost pornographic moans and whines were clearly heard over the phone. “mmh yeah, all those pretty sounds just for me. but i uh— fuck, she might need to call y'back, man. gonna fill this pussy up soon.”

true to his word, rafe led you through four quivering orgasms after he hung up, letting himself go after your fourth one, his hips stuttering as his cock twitched, his warm liquid spilling inside of you.

“that definitely wasn't our last time...pussy's mine now.” rafe breathed out, collapsing next to you.

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rafeslvttygirl · 5 days ago

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— my pretty girl

synopsis ; rafe is obsessed with calling you “my pretty girl” content warnings ; jealous!rafe, nsfw 18+, teasing, insinuations of having sex

it started small. subtle. so casual you almost didn't notice it.

like when you're hanging out with friends and he slings an arm around your waist, leaning down to murmur, "you're my pretty girl, aren't you?" before pressing a quick kiss to your temple.

or when rafe catches someone flirting with you, him not missing a beat to pull you closer to his body before telling them, "she's my pretty girl, man. find someone else to fuck around with, yeah?"

and he almost always says it just loud enough for everyone to hear. and then, of course, there's moments like this.

you're sitting on his bed, casually scrolling through your phone, when rafe walks in, towel slung perfectly around his waist, showcasing his happy trail you love so much.

he stops near the doorway of the bathroom in your shared room, just looking at you lazily sprawled on the bed. "what?" you ask, noticing his obvious stares burning through your skin.

he just grins. that damn grin of his.

"nothing," he says, voice low and teasing. "just looking at my pretty girl."

your face heats instantly. "rafe-"

before you can finish, he's already closing the distance, towel discarded on the floor from his movements. but he didn't seem bothered to pick it up, his veiny cock staring straight at you, leaked with pre-cum at the meer sight of you.

"and m'gonna fuck my pretty girl so good, yeah?"

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rafeslvttygirl · 7 days ago

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i burn for you.

rafe cameron x fem!reader.

summary: You hated Rafe Cameron. He lived to annoy you. There couldn't be anything more to your relationship—right?

word count: 3.5k

tags: fem!sassy kook!reader, enemies to lovers, cussing, sexual tension, underage drinking, dry humping, sappy ending

title from "Close to You" by Gracie Abrams!

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It is a truth universally acknowledged that whenever you hung out with Sarah Cameron, her older brother Rafe was sure to appear. Didn't matter if it was at Tannyhill or the beach or some random Kook's party. Rafe always showed up at some point, to your utter dismay.

You'd moved to the Outer Banks the summer before ninth grade, feeling like you crash-landed on another planet. Kildare was not a huge place, and everyone else seemed to have known each other since birth, already forming their little cliques. You were a Kook—though you thought the whole "Kooks vs. Pogues" rivalry was pretty silly—but you felt like you couldn't fit in with all the pretty and popular girls. You thought making friends would be hopeless, until Sarah swooped in and took you under her wing.

Sarah was so sweet and funny; she quickly became like the sister you never had. It was just a shame that she had to be related to...him. Rafe Cameron had been the bane of your existence for years. The guy always knew exactly how to push your buttons, whether it was getting into your personal space, snatching stuff out of your hand and refusing to get it back, and constant sarcastic comments—though you could always give as well as you got.

Today you were chilling at Tannyhill with Sarah, watching the pilot episode of Gilmore Girls because she'd somehow gone 19 years without watching one of the most iconic shows of all time. It was such a comfort show for you, and you were happy to be experiencing it with your bestie. Well, until you know who decided to flop down next to you on the couch, radiating with irritating frat boy energy.

"Y'all decided to have a movie night and not invite me?" Rafe fake pouted, putting his arm around you. You scowled, pushing it away.

"First of all, Gilmore Girls is a TV show. And secondly, why would we invite you? Don't need your mouth-breathing self ruining the vibes," you snapped.

Rafe rolled his eyes. "Chill out, princess. I promise I don't have cooties," he replied with a smirk.

"Now that, I highly doubt," you muttered.

Sarah sighed, pausing the episode. "Really guys? This again?" Poor Sarah had been witness to years of arguments between you and Rafe, and you did feel bad that she had to be caught in the middle. But maybe he should be less annoying—then you wouldn't be forced to bite back.

Rafe raised his hands in a show of innocence, though you knew he was anything but. "Hey Sar, I'm just here to watch the show. Not my fault your bestie here wants to bite my head off."

You scoffed, trying your best not to roll your eyes upwards towards oblivion. "Yeah, right, like you give a shit about Gilmore Girls. And I want to bite your head off because you're an insufferable ass."

"So you think about my ass, huh?" Ugh, you wanted to slap that smug look off of his face. You hated how the amused glint in his eyes and his lazy smile stirred feelings in you that you absolutely refused to acknowledge.

"In your fucking dreams, Rafe Cameron," you answered, scowling.

Rafe's smirk grew deeper. "Please, you wish I would dream about you."

"I think I'd rather have a root canal," you snarked.

"Okay, chill! Rafe, either watch the show with us or go away," Sarah said wearily, rubbing at her temples.

Rafe scooted closer to you on the couch, knocking his knee against yours. "I'm down. What do you say, princess?"

Your annoyance had morphed into a slowly simmering rage at Rafe's favorite nickname for you. You forced yourself to take a deep breath and plaster a smile on your face before saying, "Sure, why not?"

You came to regret your decision as soon as Sarah pressed play. While you and Sarah could watch shows together in comfortable silence, only adding occasional commentary, Rafe would not shut the fuck up. He always had something to say, whether it was about the dialogue ("Why the fuck do they talk so fast?") or the characters' appearances ("Lorelai is a fuckin MILF, I gotta admit.") It was a wonder you got through the episode without completely losing your shit.

Before you could at least try to enjoy the second episode, Sarah's phone rang. "It's John B," she explained, smiling sheepishly. She got off the couch and went upstairs to talk to her boyfriend in private.

"Well well well, looks like it's just you and me, princess," Rafe purred, taking the opportunity to put his arm around you again.

Your heart hammered in your chest. You were so close to Rafe that you could smell him—that heady mix of sea salt after an afternoon of surfing with Topper, cologne, and whatever detergent the maid had used to wash his clothes. If this was any other boy, you'd lean in, inhaling the scent. But this was Rafe, so you squirmed out of his grip, your stomach churning.

"Can you behave yourself for one second? You're like a middle schooler," you snapped.

Rafe chuckled. "Relax, princess. Get your panties out of a twist for once."

Your eye twitched. "I'd call you scum, but that would be an insult to scum."

"I love scum, drop the s though," Rafe casually responded, flashing you a lecherous grin.

You pretended to gag. "You're a Neanderthal."

"Keep talking dirty to me, baby, I love it," Rafe said, dramatically clutching his chest.

You were so relieved when you heard Sarah bounding down the stairs. She settled back onto her place on the couch, seemingly unaware of the tension that had sparked up in her absence.

Sarah stared at you and Rafe, arching an eyebrow. "Did y'all manage to behave yourselves while I was gone?"

"Rafe was—"

"Oh, we had a great time together," Rafe interrupted, smirking. "Just hanging out with my bestie!"

"I am not your bestie," you corrected, your voice dripping with venom, though that only amused Rafe more.

Sarah rolled her eyes. "Anyway. Who's ready for episode two?"

You picked up the remote and pressed play, immersing yourself in Rory and Lorelai's quirky world. Thankfully, Rafe was quiet—but you couldn't ignore the feeling of his gaze, laser-focused on you the entire time.

Against your better judgment, you'd allowed Sarah to drag you to a party.

Normally, you'd be along for the ride. As long as the music was good and the snacks and drinks were decent, you could vibe, whether it was a frat party at UNC or a bonfire at the beach. But this wasn't just any party; it was a Topper Thornton party. And as Topper's best friend, Rafe would definitely be there.

"You better not make me regret this, Sarah Cameron," you grumbled, fiddling with one of the spaghetti straps on your black tank top.

Sarah just giggled. "C'mon, it'll be fun! I promise."

You weren't holding your breath, but you allowed Sarah to hook your arm in hers and lead you into Topper's house anyway.

"Ladies! Welcome to the shit show," Topper greeted you and Sarah, wrapping his arms around both of you.

Shit show was an apt description. Music was blasting so loudly that it was making the house shake. A sea of people was milling about the place, with dozens of overlapping conversations. There were even loud shrieks and splashes as guests messed around in the Thorntons' pool.

"Oh, _____, Rafe is somewhere around here, I think," Topper said with a smirk.

You rolled your eyes. "As if I would care where Rafe is."

Topper snickered. "Yeah yeah, sure."

Topper was convinced that you and Rafe had a thing for each other, which was, frankly, ridiculous. You and him? Please.

"You gonna get us some drinks or what?" Sarah asked Topper, putting her hands on her hips. Topper gave the two of you salutes and was back in a flash with two red Solo cups full of a bright blue liquid. He and Sarah may have been broken up, but there was still a part of him that was wrapped around her finger.

Sarah downed her drink immediately, but you were more cautious, giving it a sniff first before taking a sip. It tasted like blue Hawaiian punch with a dash of pineapple juice, vodka, and rum—not a terrible combo.

As the party rolled along, you began to loosen up. The playlist was banging, you and Sarah were having the time of your lives dancing, and the best part? Rafe was nowhere to be seen.

You dipped out of the living room area to use the bathroom, and when you came back, Sarah was putting her jean jacket back on, an apologetic smile on her face. "John B says the Pogues are having a bonfire at the beach so I think I'm gonna stop by there. Sofia's gonna pick me up."

You felt a pang of sadness but you understood. The Pogues were important to Sarah, and you weren't gonna keep her from her boyfriend and other friends.

"You wanna come? I'm sure Sofia has extra room in her car," Sarah offered.

You considered the offer for a second, but felt hesitant, as if some invisible tether was keeping you here. (A voice in the back of your head whispered thoughts of a certain guy, but you were quick to shove them to the furthest corner of your mind.) John B was chill, and his friends were always nice to you. But this time, you weren't in the mood for another party.

"Nah, I'll be fine here," you assured Sarah. "Go have fun! But not too much fun."

"Yes mom," Sarah responded, playfully rolling her eyes.

After a few minutes, Sofia arrived to pick up Sarah, leaving you to your own devices. You felt your social battery draining, so you flopped down on one of Topper's living room couches, mindlessly scrolling through social media to pass the time.

“Is this seat taken?” you suddenly heard a husky voice say. You looked up from your phone and were greeted by the sight of Spencer Bingham, who you vaguely knew from having a few classes together back at Kildare Academy.

To put it simply, the guy was cute. He had shaggy light brown hair, twinkling gray eyes, and the most dazzling smile. "Go right ahead," you offered casually, though you were internally swooning.

"So how've you been? I haven't seen you since graduation," Spencer wondered.

"Oh I've been good," you replied, smiling shyly. "Really enjoying it at UNC. How about you?"

Spencer matched your smile, putting his hands behind his head. "Oh I'm great. Loving Penn State and the lacrosse team. Though there are some things I miss about Kildare that I can’t find up north."

You giggled. “And what might those be?”

“Well, the girls, for starters,” Spencer answered, shooting you a flirtatious grin. “Specifically, you.”

Your mouth dropped open. You wouldn’t call yourself ugly, but you hadn’t exactly been Miss Popular with the boys of Kildare. You admittedly harbored a tiny crush on Spencer during junior year, but never even considered that he would be interested in you.

Spencer noticed your shocked expression and chuckled. “Don’t look so surprised! You’re a total catch—I’ve seen your Insta pics.”

You ducked your head down, suddenly feeling shy. Slowly but surely, you were being more confident in your looks and comfortable with your social media photos. You still had to get used to fielding compliments from people though, trying your best to silence that minuscule voice of self-doubt that lurked in the corner of your mind.

Spencer lifted your chin up, forcing you to look into his eyes. “Can…Can I kiss you?” he asked, suddenly more bashful than before.

You nodded, giving him the green light. You’d been kissed before, but it was an unremarkable smooch during a game of truth or dare in tenth grade. Spencer gave you a real kiss—soft and slow, like something out of a rom com.

Eventually the two of you parted, catching your breaths.

You rubbed the back of your neck. “That was—I really liked that, Spencer.”

Spencer grinned. “We could keep doing it, if you want.”

“And what do we have here? The nerd finally hooks up with the jock. So cute.”

You stiffened, scowling at that all-too-familiar voice. “Rafe. I’d say it’s a pleasure to see you, but I’d be lying.”

Rafe snickered, leering at you. “I noticed I hadn’t gotten to bother my favorite person tonight so I went looking for you. Imagine my surprise when I find you sucking face with Bingham. Are the pickings really that slim at PSU, Spence?”

Spencer opened his mouth to speak, but you beat him to it.

"Don't you have some blonde girl with big boobs you could be making out with instead of bothering us?" you snapped.

Rafe's smirk deepened. "Bothering you is more fun, princess. You're pretty hot when you're angry."

Your stomach betrayed you by doing a backflip at Rafe's words. Damn him. "You're insufferable."

"Thanks baby, that means a lot," Rafe smugly answered.

Spencer cleared his throat, looking awkwardly between you and Rafe. "Look...I don't know what's going on here, so I'm gonna go. See you around, ____. Nice chattin' with ya." He flashed you one last smile before getting up, leaving you alone with Rafe. Wonderful.

"What the fuck, Rafe? There was a perfectly nice guy who was totally into me, and you just ruined it." You were absolutely fuming. It was annoying enough that Rafe lived to push your buttons, but to essentially cockblock you as well?

Rafe snorted. "Come on, princess. Bingham couldn't handle a girl like you."

You clenched your jaw, glaring daggers into Rafe. "And what is that supposed to mean?" you demanded.

Rafe crossed his arms, huffing. "He's just not right for you, okay?"

"And how would you know who's right for me?" you asked, arching an eyebrow.

For once, Rafe was silent. You rolled your eyes at him and hopped off the couch, completely done with his bullshit.

"Where ya goin'?" Rafe asked, furrowing his brows.

"Home," you curtly replied. "I'll just walk."

"Right, because it's such a genius idea to walk alone...at night...in those shoes," Rafe snarked. "Let me drive you."

You sneered at him. "No thanks. You're probably drunk anyway."

"'m actually sober, sweetheart," Rafe replied.

You let out a huff of surprise. "Rafe Cameron, not drinking at a party? Either the world is ending or you must've hit your head."

"Jus' didn't feel like drinking tonight, all right? Especially since Sarah asked me to make sure you got home," Rafe said, the tips of his ears turning pink as he looked away from you.

You felt a pang in your chest. You loved Sarah for looking out for you, but you weren't prepared for Rafe to actually care about you or your well-being.

You sighed, not having the energy to argue anymore. "Okay, fine. Take me home."

The drive back to your place was uncharacteristically silent. Normally, whenever Rafe would drive you and Sarah places, he'd have a Spotify playlist blaring, or he'd be running his annoying mouth. But Rafe was focused on the road, not even sparing a second glance at you. You should've enjoyed this, relishing in the quietness. But something just felt...off.

You were relieved when Rafe finally pulled into your driveway. "Hey—thanks for driving me home. I appreciate it."

You went to open your car door, but Rafe put a hand on your shoulder, stopping you. He looked deeply into your eyes, and you felt rooted to your spot, transfixed by his unreadable expression. What you wouldn't give to know what was going through Rafe Cameron's mind right now.

Rafe unbuckled his seatbelt and moved closer to you, cupping your face in his hands. Your heart fluttered in your chest in anticipation. Then, he softly kissed you on the lips.

A million different emotions raced through your mind as you felt his lips on yours. Before you could fully process what was happening, Rafe pulled away, stroking your lower lip. You shivered at his gentle touch.

Rafe cleared his throat, his ears flushing a bright red. "Um. So. Have a good night, princess."

You opened the car door and climbed out, flashing Rafe a nervous smile. "Yeah, have a good night, Rafe."

You found yourself replaying Rafe's kiss in your mind that night. Spencer's kiss had been nice, but Rafe? Of course, he was the one that had your head spinning.

Things had definitely shifted since...that thing happened after Topper's party. You and Rafe, usually firey with each other, had cooled off significantly. You felt like you would combust every time he spared a glance at you. It got to the point where you would refuse Sarah's invitations to Tannyhill, not risking the chance of seeing Rafe around.

Unsurprisingly, Sarah grew tired of both of your bullshit. "You're coming over," she said while the two of you hung out in your room, her voice not leaving any room for argument.

"Sarah, I—"

Sarah held up a hand. "Nope! No excuses! You and Rafe haven't spoken to each other for a week, and it's kinda freaking me out. You're coming over right now and both of you are gonna sort your shit out."

Hell hath no fury like a pissed-off Sarah, so you conceded and agreed to go back to Tannyhill with her. You just had to ignore that your stomach was doing Olympic-level gymnastics at the thought of talking to Rafe.

When you reached Tannyhill, Rafe was on the couch, scrolling through his phone. Sarah whistled to get Rafe's attention and he looked up, blushing furiously at the sight of you. You nervously looked away, wishing you could sprout wings and fly out of there. Why did things have to be so weird?

"I'll leave y'all to it," Sarah said, bounding up the stairs.

Rafe cleared his throat. "So...you wanna sit down?"

You gulped, nodding, and joined Rafe on the couch. You wracked your brain, trying to think of a way to broach the subject you and Rafe had been dancing around for a week. Hey Rafe! So remember when you kissed me that night? I know I hate your guts, but I actually liked that!

"So—"

"Well—"

You and Rafe laughed, slightly easing the tension.

"So...about that kiss," you said, twiddling your thumbs.

Rafe awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, sighing. "Look, ____. I know I give you a lot of shit, but I actually really like you. Like, a lot. And I fucked around with you because it was the only way I could get your attention. When I saw you with Bingham that night? I was jealous. Because that should be me."

You took a deep breath, trying to process Rafe's words before you went forward with your own confession. "Rafe—I like you too. And I really didn't want to, especially with your charming personality." Rafe snorted.

"I tried so hard to push those feelings down to protect myself," you continued. "But when you kissed me, everything just bubbled to the surface. So I ran away instead of actually dealing with my emotions. I really liked that kiss. And I'm scared of how much I enjoyed it."

Rafe gazed at you fondly, and you felt like you would melt right there on the couch. You wished he would look at you like that for as long as he wanted to.

"You're probably the funniest girl I know. And you're kind, and smart, and hot as fuck," Rafe said, lazily raking his eyes over your body.

"You're all right too, I guess," you replied with mock indifference, shrugging your shoulders.

"You're insufferable," Rafe muttered, rolling his eyes, though there wasn't any real heat to his words.

You smirked. "But you like me anyway."

Rafe grinned. "That's true." He leaned in close, looking at you hesitantly before you silently gave him permission. Rafe kissed you deeply, pinning you to the couch. You eagerly kissed him back, wrapping your arms around him.

"I've been wanting to do this for so fucking long," Rafe admitted, littering the side of your neck with kisses. You let out a whine, arching your back. You were such an idiot. You could’ve been experiencing Rafe’s mouth on you all this time.

“I think little Rafe is trying to say hello,” you wryly remarked, feeling a bulge poking you in the side. Rafe chuckled, his laugh warming your insides.

“So say hi,” Rafe purred in your ear, shifting you so your clothed crotch was right on top of the bulge in his jeans. You started grinding against his clothed erection, the two of you letting out moans of pleasure at the friction between you. You were trying your best to be quiet since Sarah was right upstairs, but it felt so so so good.

“Gonna cum, princess,” Rafe muttered before letting out a grunt. “Fuck…I haven’t cum in my pants like that in a while. You see what you do to me, baby?”

You shyly giggled, burying your face in his neck. Rafe softly smiled at you, kissing your forehead. The two of you laid on the couch, enjoying the comfortable silence before falling asleep.

Click!

Your eyes fluttered open at the intrusion, noticing a grinning Sarah holding her phone at you and Rafe.

Rafe stirred soon afterward. “Baby, what…” he trailed off, noticing his sister. “Sarah?”

“Sorry, but y’all looked too cute,” Sarah replied, giggling.

“I’ll forgive you if you send me that pic,” you said.

Rafe pouted. “Babe, I’m probably drooling and shit.”

You rolled your eyes. “Calm down, it’s not like I’m gonna use it to hard launch us or anything. But it’s scientifically impossible for you to look bad in a photo anyway.”

Rafe smirked. “Wow, you’re really obsessed with me, huh?”

“Shut up,” you muttered, giving Rafe a shove. He just laughed, giving you a peck on the lips.

You and Rafe’s phones both dinged twice with messages from Sarah, one with the candid photo and a follow-up message that said “You guys make me sick ❤️”

You looked at the photo, your heart swelling as you gazed at the image of you and Rafe. You were sleeping soundly, with your face pressed against Rafe's chest and his arms wrapping around your midsection protectively.

"Making this my lockscreen immediately," Rafe said, warming your heart.

Sarah pretended to gag, but she looked fondly at you and Rafe. "Glad y'all finally got your heads out of your asses."

"Me too. Especially Rafe. His was stuck waaay up there," you joked.

Rafe playfully rolled his eyes at you. "I was waiting for you to pull it out, babe."

"Okay, now I'm getting sick again," Sarah deadpanned, flopping down on the couch next to you.

You laughed. "Hey, why don't we watch Gilmore Girls again? I haven't forgotten your Stars Hollow education, Sar."

"Hey, I'm down," Sarah said, finding the remote and turning on Netflix.

"Where did we leave off?" Rafe asked.

"We didn't make it past episode 2 because someone decided they were bored," you dryly responded, shooting Rafe a pointed look.

Rafe smirked. "That was the old me, baby. I swear I've changed."

You shook your head, but you couldn't hide your ear-splitting grin. As Sarah started the episode and Rafe pulled you close to him, you felt a sense of peace. You never could've imagined yourself in this position a few weeks ago, or even yesterday. But in this moment, everything felt right. And while you were annoyed by it before, you'd let Rafe follow you wherever you went.

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rafeslvttygirl · 8 days ago

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toxic baby daddy rafe does something to me. no soft rafe (only with his girls and only sometimes). he’s abrasive and harsh. even more when someone messes with you. yooo where my panties at

mdni 18+

It’s been three months. Three months without Rafe as your boyfriend. Three months of his only title in your life being your baby daddy. There were days where you would refuse to even call him that.

In high school, you loved the sound of his voice. You loved how the palm of his hand felt at the small of your back. You loved that being around him brought you a sense of peace.

Now, all you two do is argue. About everything and anything. Even if you do start half of them. Not now, though.

“What I do in my spare time is none of your business!” Luckily, Samara’s in the living room, her noise cancelling headphones on as she watches some YouTube show, giggling when something funny comes up. You’d usually try and pay attention to her screen time but you can’t when Rafe is in your home and bitching at you.

“So you’re whoring it up when Samara’s with me?” His words are harsh, spitting them at you.

Your eyes are wide and bewildered as you look up at him, chest rising and falling from the intense match you’re having. “Listen to yourself! Whoring it up? Are you from the fifties? Women can have sex without being called a whore nowadays!”

“So you are fucking someone? Who is he.” It’s not a question. It’s a goddamn demand and you hate the way it makes your knees feel weak.

You scoff loudly, rolling your eyes. “I’m not fucking anyone.”

“Don’t fucking lie to me, ___, Topper fucking saw you.”

“Topper’s your dick rider.” You spit back out. It comes without warning. His big hand falls on your neck, tightening around you. Your back pushes up against the wall, eyes wide and up on his as he stares down at you angrily.

His face nears yours, lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. A shudder runs through your body and you want to shut your legs to help ease the sensation between them but he forces his knee to you. “I’ll kill any man who gets near you, do you fucking hear me?” His words are low and menacing. From anyone else, it’d be scary. It’d drive you away and straight to goddamn police station. But from him? You can’t deny how good it feels.

Rafe’s always been protective of you. Since you two met, he’s hovered around you like a scary dog, growling at anyone who came your way. It grew when you got knocked up in your senior year of high school. And it grew tenfold when your baby girl was born. But it got to be suffocating. You broke it off with him and it took him two weeks to realize you were being serious.

You would never admit that you made a mistake. Not ever. Admitting that you miss him only lets him win. It gives him a point. And yes, you should be mature enough to realize this isn’t a game but he’s so damn cocky about it. The last thing you need from Rafe is a bigger ego.

“Who is he?”

“Eric. Eric Jones.” You admit easily, breath shaky and full of a need for him.

“Did he fuck you?”

You can’t answer. He repeats himself.

“Did he fuck you?”

You nod, hands falling to his arm as his hand tightens on your neck. His eyes won’t leave your face, taking you in completely. You can see it all. The anger. The jealousy. The twinge of hurt. He pulls his hand from your neck and pulls away from you. “Call your mother. Tell her to pick Samara up.”

“What?”

“Just fucking do it.” And you do. Like always, you do as told and Samara’s off with her grandma for the night.

“He can’t fuck you like I can.” You’re a drooling mess as he pounds into you from behind, the sound of skin on skin meeting fills the room. His hand is in your hair, forcing your head back. “Tell me. Tell me how good I make you feel.”

The moans and whimpers coming from you won’t stop. You try to form words as he keeps shattering your world but it won’t come out. “Fucking slut. Answer me.” His hands trail down to your neck, pushing you up slightly to sit as he keeps fucking into you. Your back arches up against him, toes curling as you feel the building ache in the bottom of your belly.

He groans loudly as he feels your walls clench down on him as you curse out loud, grinding down on him to reach that peak you want so badly.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so fucking tight. He couldn’t even fuck you right, could he? My poor girl, getting fucked by amateurs.” His fingers trail down to your freed tits, pinching at your pebbled nipples. “I don’t care what break you think we’re on, when you need a good fucking, come to me. No one can ever make you this cock drunk.”

You’re nodding frantically, “yes, yes, fuck, Rafe! Rafe! Oh, fuck!” You come undone when his fingers find their way to your clit, rubbing at your sensitive and pulsing bundle of nerves.

At this very moment, you’re grateful for the house that Rafe bought you instead of cooping up in the one bedroom apartment you wanted when you moved out of his place. You had hated the power he had for giving you such a nice place but you’re grateful now as you moan and yell his name, body convulsing as his fingers keep working against you.

“Raaaafe, fuck!” He’s pushing deep and deeper as he pushes your front side back onto the bed. The overstimulation is making you writhe beneath him, pretty whimpers leaving your swollen and reddened lips. You can tell he’s reaching his own end when his thrusts become harder and longer, momentum slowing.

One pump. Two pumps. Three. Four. And he’s groaning in your ear, his front pressed up against your back as he comes inside of you from behind, your cunt fluttering around him at the full feeling of his load.

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You awaken hours later to the bed dipping beside you. You had fallen asleep in Rafe’s arms after he had cleaned you up and whispered soothing and sweet nothings into your ear.

“Rafe?” You sit up tiredly, rubbing at your eyes to wipe the sleep away. His back is turned to you, the most relaxed you’d seen him in a while.

You scooch closer to him, pinched eyes trying to take a look at him. A small gasp leaves you as you see his bloodied and scarred hands. “Go back to sleep, baby.” His polo is covered in dribbles of blood, some drops of it drying up on his face.

You want to ask questions. You want to clean him up. But you can’t. You’re not a very good liar and the last time the police came around asking for your help, you almost broke, but Rafe was always thinking of you, his lawyer cleaning up the mess you made with the police. He had kissed and soothed you down from your teary apologies that night for being weak.

You nod, yawning softly, “okay… just… put the shirt in the wash.” It’s his turn to nod, a soft smile on his face as he presses a kiss to the top of your head.

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rafeslvttygirl · 8 days ago

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it can be a little bit of a struggle to ride season 4 daddy’s dick. 😵‍💫💦

The stack of papers he still needed to sign were laid across the table of the outdoor deck. His laptop pushed aside with a business email that hadn’t been sent yet. As soon as he saw your pretty little self walk out with a pout on your glossy lips, he knew he needed a break. It didn’t take much to have your pussy wrapped around his cock, his large hands on gripping your waist to help you bounce up and down like a sweet bunny rabbit. He tried to not let it effect him how good you felt, but he couldn’t help but let out a shaky groan as you squeezed his thick pipe.

“Fuck… there you go. Take your time on it baby.” His deep voice stuttered a little, watching you struggle a bit. “You can do it. Be a good girl for me and ride daddy’s big dick.” He rasped out, crystal blue eyes gazing at you as he watched your beautiful face come undone the more he stretched your pretty cunt.

Your manicured hands gripped the polo he had on, breathy moans leaving your lips as you struggled to work yourself on his fat length. You were soaking his cock, dripping all over the pants he wore as he had just pulled them down enough to nestle himself inside of you. You were a whiny mess, filled to the brim so much that you were having trouble moving. “Daddy.. t-too much.” You whimpered, voice broken as you were so full off of big dick.

You were riling him up, especially the way you squeaked out his favorite nickname name and he was embarrassed about how quickly he was going to nut inside of your warm wanting cunt. Out of instinct, his massive palm wrapped around your throat. His thick bicep flexed as he squeezed your neck, a gasp leaving you as you slowed down from the sudden lack of oxygen. “Shit, keep riding. You slow down again and daddy will fucking ruin you slut.” He gritted out, about two seconds away from taking you inside and saying fuck the work he needed to finish. He would much rather spend the day filling you up with his kids and making you scream his name.

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rafeslvttygirl · 8 days ago

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۶♡ৎ Ex!Boyfriend!Rafe Eating Your Ass ۶♡ৎ

Cheating (not on reader), ass eating, fingering, choking, hair pulling, daddy kink, spit kink, anal, possessiveness, Rafe and reader are low key toxic for each other 18+MDNI!

(I read this fic by @novashelby and it had me really thinkin bout ass eating so shout out to her for thaaaat)

“I knew you fuckin’ missed me, baby.” You can hear the smirk on Rafe’s voice even if you can’t see it. He has you face down on his expensive sheets with his large hand pressing the side of your head into the mattress. “You might not want to admit it, but how wet your pussy is for me, says it all.”

Rafe chuckles as he kneels behind you, running his fingers through your dripping folds. You hate that he’s right, you always end up bent over for him no matter how many times you tell yourself it’s the last time. He always pulls you back.

“You know you can’t stay away from me. You always come runnin’ back for more.” Rafe dips the tips of his fingers into your dripping cunt before running his wet fingers on your clit. He teases your pussy with his thumb, letting you get lost in the pleasure long enough to pull it away from you and land a harsh smack on your clit. It makes you squeal and try to close your legs on instinct but Rafe keeps them open with his knee. “It’s cause you know that lil boyfriend of yours will never fuck you like I do.”

“You don’t know anything about him-“ Rafe lands another harsh smack on your pussy and laughs at the way you squirm and squeal.

“Yeah? I know if he was keeping you satisfied you wouldn’t be bent over like a fuckin’ whore for me.” He smacks your pussy again, this time following it with a spank so hard on your ass you’re sure it left an immediate handprint. “Plus you’re drippin’ f’me.”

Rafe runs the tips of his fingers along your pussy, wetting them with your juices. He traces your lips and your clit before sliding his hand up to your asshole and circling it with his pointer finger. “Bet you don’t let him play with your ass, do you, baby? This hole is just for daddy, right?”

“Raaafe, Shut up.” You whine into the mattress, embarrassed by the truth in his words. You told your new boyfriend you weren’t into anal when the truth was you just weren’t into it with anyone that wasn’t Rafe. There’s a lot of things you only trust him to do and that’s why you can’t give him up. He’s so fucking toxic but he fucks you like he loves you and hates you all in the same vein and it’s like you’re addicted to him. Rafe spanks you with his free hand, pulling a little yelp from you that makes his cock jump.

“Drop the fuckin’ attitude, doll. That shit might fly with your gamer bitch boy boyfriend, but that’s not how we do things around here.” He spanks you again before thrusting two fingers knuckle deep inside you. He curls them just right, he always knew how to work you like you were his favorite toy. He presses his thumb on your clit, rubbing slow circles around it. Rafe grabs the globe of your ass with his other hand, pulling you open for him. He leans down and lets a line of spit drip from his mouth directly onto your asshole. “Miss this sexy little ass, you gonna let me eat it from the back, for old times sake?”

“You’re lucky to even have me in your bed-“ Rafe pulls his fingers from inside you to wrap his hand around your throat and pull you up against his chest.

“Nah, that’s not how we’re gonna play it, princess.” Rafe grits into your ear. “We both know you want it, so just admit it. Say ‘yes daddy I want you to eat my ass and treat me like the whore I am.’ Say it or I won’t fuckin’ touch you.”

“Fuck, please?” Rafe’s hand tightens on your throat as he leans down to sink his teeth into your shoulder. The pain sends a jolt straight to your already throbbing pussy.

“That’s not what I said, is it? Beg slut, beg me to eat your pathetic little asshole.” You can feel Rafe’s sinister smirk against your skin and you hate that you’re going to do exactly what he says because you aren’t leaving here without it.

“Please eat my ass daddy? Please? I’ll be so good, I’m sorry for having a bad attitude.” You pout your lips and look over your shoulder at him and god if you didn’t want him to touch you so bad you would probably punch that smug look right off his beautiful face.

“That’s my girl.” Rafe snickers before pushing your head back into the mattress. He grips onto your asscheeks, pulling them apart and spitting onto your hole again. The warm liquid drips down your pussy and onto your clit, sending a shiver down your spine. He rubs his thumb in little circles around your hole, pushing it in every so slightly and then he leans down and licks from your clit all the way to your asshole. “Missed this ass so bad, you gotta stop depriving me, baby.”

Rafe mumbles into your pussy as he runs his tongue back down your clit before laying it flat and running it across your asshole. He licks you greedily, sliding his tongue between your cheeks and teasing your pussy. He circles your ass with his tongue and then pokes it inside you, flicking it in your tight walls.

“Oh fuck.” You moan into the sheets as Rafe fucks your ass with his tongue. He switches between circles and flicks of it inside of you, making you drip with his spit as your pussy clenches around nothing. And almost as if he can read your mind Rafe slides his fingers into your dripping cunt, thrusting them in and out of you at a brutal pace. His thumb finds your clit and it makes your eyes roll back. “God I’m gonna come already, daddy.”

“Mmm, there’s my obedient little slut. Come for me.” Rafe groans into your ass before shoving his tongue as far deep inside of it as it can go. One of his big hands spreads you open while the other finger fucks you, bullying your sweet spot. His thumb finds your clit and that’s all it takes to have you clawing the sheets and clenching around his fingers.

“Fuck, I’m coming, I’m coming, oh it’s so good, daddy.” You grind your ass back against him as your orgasm wracks your entire system. Rafe fucks you through it before pulling back and admiring the view.

“Would ya look at that.” Rafe grips onto your ass and pulls it apart so he can watch your cum drip down your thighs, his spit dripping down your crack and mixing with it. His finger circles your asshole before dipping inside to the second knuckle. “You gonna let me fuck your ass, baby? Need to feel you squeezing my fuckin’ dick.”

“Yeah fuck, yes.” You’re so far gone you aren’t even ashamed of how quickly you agree. Rafe rubs his hand on your pussy, wetting it with your juices before bringing it to his cock and using it as lube. He jerks himself a few times as he spits on your ass again and brings his finger to your hole, shoving it all the way in. “Oh my godddd.”

“Oh fuck, you’re so fuckin’ tight. You really aren’t letting him play with this ass, huh? It’s all mine?” Rafe chuckles as he presses a second finger into you and thrusts them in and out of you slowly, opening you up for him. “S’gonna feel so good, goddamn.”

“Please.” You don’t even care if it hurts, you just want to feel him inside you. “Fuck me.” You wiggle your ass and arch your back even further, practically presenting yourself to him like a bitch in heat. Something in Rafe snaps in that moment and he brings his cock to your asshole and presses the head inside.

“Oh fuckin’ shit, baby, so tight.” Rafe groans as he brings his hand to your clit and rubs circles on it, the pleasure distracting from the burning stretch of his cock. He spits on you again before pressing halfway in and pulling out again. When he presses back in this time he slams his entire dick into your ass and it nearly knocks the wind out of you.

“Oh god.” You whine and writhe beneath him, your body subconsciously trying to run away from the stinging pleasure.

“Where you goin’? Huh? Fuckin’ take it.” Rafe wraps his arm around your middle, locking you in place. His hand on your clit slides up between the dripping folds of your cunt before he presses two of them into you and thrusts them in and out of you time with the pumps of his cock.

“Fuck, I feel so full, daddy.” You’re practically limp beneath him as you drool into the mattress. “Fucking use me.”

“Use you? Oh baby, I’m gonna do more than that.” Rafe pulls his cock out of you to the tip before slamming it back into you and repeating the action. “I’m gonna fill this ass, then I’m gonna send your pathetic little boyfriend a picture of it. Wanna know the best part?”

“Hmm?” You’re so fucked out you that you don’t even fully process his words, blindly agreeing as long as he keeps fucking you like this.

“You’re.” Thrust. “Gonna.” Thrust. “Fuckin’ let me.” Thrust. “Aren’t you, princess?”

“Uh-huh. Oh fuck.” Rafe’s thumb finds your clit just as he pumps deep into your ass, his fingers curl against your sweet spot, and it has euphoria washing over you. “God, I’m coming again.”

“Yeah, that’s my good girl, give daddy your cum.” When your pussy stops spasming around his fingers he pulls them out and uses his opposite hand to yank onto the back of your hair. He pulls your head back and brings his wet fingers to your lips. “Taste yourself.”

He shoves them into your mouth as the hand on your hair yanks hard. You swirl your tongue around his digits with a moan as you lick your juices from his skin. He pulls them from your mouth with a pop before giving your hip a bruising grip and using your hair for leverage as he fucks your ass harder than before. Skin slaps against skin and the groans leaving Rafe are nearly animalistic.

“Gonna fill this slutty little ass with my cum, tell me you want it.” Rafe’s thrusts grow harder and sloppier by the second and you can tell he’s close so you clench around his cock.

“I want your cum, daddy, fill my ass.” Rafe’s dick twitches inside you as the hand in your hair pushes your head back down into the mattress. He leans his large frame over you as he pumps hard and deep into your ass. All it takes to have his cock bursting inside you is another clench of your walls.

“Yeah, that’s it, slut, take my fuckin’ cum.” Rafe pushes your face into the mattress so hard it cuts off your airflow as he fucks himself through his orgasm. His cock fills you with ropes of his cum and when he pulls out, he takes sick satisfaction in the way it drips out. “Don’t move.”

Even if you wanted to, you’re so fucked out that you’re stuck where you are. Panting on Rafe’s sheets with your ass in the air. You hear rustling behind you before the snap and the flash of a camera go off. It takes your hazy mind a second to process what he’s doing but when you do, you shoot up and turn around.

“Hey! Give me my fucking phone, Rafe!” You squeal as you launch yourself toward him but he just holds it over your head as he types. You manage to get your hands on it right as you hear the sound of a message being sent. You look at the screen in horror as you see the text he sent your boyfriend accompanied by the photo of his cum dripping from your ass. “Are you serious!?”

“Yeah. I am.” Rafe tongues his cheek and runs his hands across his chin as he smirks smugly. “I was tired of watching you pretend you liked that loser just to piss me off. Now he knows who really owns your little ass.”

“Ugh, fuck you!” You huff and slap his chest but he just grabs your hand and brings it to his lips.

“Pretty sure you just did, baby. But if you wanna go for a second round…” Rafe licks his lips as his eyes roam your naked body.

“No. I’m leaving.” You try to turn away from him but Rafe grips onto your shoulders, holding you in place.

“Nah. Lay your ass down, I miss that fuckin’ pussy. You’re not going anywhere.” Rafe grips onto your throat and pulls your face inches from his. “You’re mine and you know it. So stop playin’ your little games, I’m over it.”

“You’re so fucking annoying.” You groan as you throw yourself back on his plush pillows. You’re not leaving. And you both know it.

Tagging mooties: @rafescorpsebride @rafesheaven @rafescvntyclubgf @eerielamb @that-sarcastic-writer @moonlightseranade 🤍

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