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rafeslvttygirl · 16 hours ago

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— dom!rafe edging you

warnings — oral (fem!rec), fingering, orgasm denial, lewd language

you were trembling, sprawled naked on rafe's bed, sheets already damp beneath you. every nerve ending felt hypersensitive, tingling with a desperate energy that had nowhere to go. rafe knelt between your spread thighs, his expression a mask of intense concentration, dark eyes missing nothing. he hadn't brought you close just once or twice. this was a meticulous, agonising torture session, each near-climax more intense, each denial sharper than the last.

"stay still," he commanded softly, his voice a low anchor in the storm raging inside of you. his fingers, slick with your wetness, were currently tormenting your clit with agonisingly slow circles, pressure building steadily, promisingly. your hips twitched, trying to push up against his hand, chasing the friction. "ah-ah," he chided, pinning your hip with his free hand, stopping the movement. "be patient. you cum when i allow it, understand?"

"y-yes," you gasped, the word strained, barely audible over your ragged breathing. heat coiled low and tight in your belly, a familiar ache that screamed for release. you could fee the orgasm building again, the suggestive tingling starting deep inside you. your toes curled, legs tensing involuntarily. it was close. so close.

"such a needy little thing, aren't 'ya?" he taunted, leaning closer, his gaze burning into yours like an inferno. his fingers didn't falter, maintaining that maddeningly perfect rhythm.

"p-please… rafe. i can't-" you whimpered, tears pricking the corners of your eyes — not from pain, but from sheer, unbearable need. your inner muscles clenched desperately, trying to pull the orgasm out.

"i know, baby," he murmured, a cruel little smirk playing on his lips. he watched as you writhed in the sheets of your shared bed, the flush spreading across your face and chest. he saw the exact moment you were close enough, and right then, just as you sucked in a breath to cry out, his hand completely stopped. completely still, but not moving an inch away from you just yet. leaving you hanging, suspended on that agonising peak, body shuddering with the force of the denied climax.

a choked sob escaped you, raw frustration mixing with the lingering sparks of pleasure. "why'd you stop again?"

"because i love watching my baby unravel," he stated simply before he leaned down, replacing his fingers with his mouth. the hot, wet suction was a shock to your system, instantly reigniting the fire within you. his tongue flicked, teased, then latched onto your clit, sucking hard, driving you right back towards that edge with breathtaking speed. you cried out, bucking helplessly beneath him this time, the denied pleasure making this new ascent almost unbearably intense. faster, harder, his mouth worked relentlessly, fingers plunging inside you, stretching you, adding another layer to the sensory overload.

you were screaming his name now, begging, pleading, lost in the haze. the orgasm almost slammed into you again, closer, bigger than before, about to shatter your control completely. and again, just milliseconds before you would have broken apart, he pulled away. the abrupt absence of contact was like a physical blow. you collapsed back onto the sheets, panting, body trembling violently, tears of sheer frustration now streaming down your face.

rafe watched you, chest rising and falling heavily, his own control evident but strained. he reached out, gently brushing a tear from your cheek with his thumb. "not yet," he whispered, his voice thick with his own arousal, his eyes promising more denial, more exquisite torture.

"we're not finished. not even close."

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rafeslvttygirl · 4 days ago

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— squirting in front of bf!rafe for the first time

warnings — oral (fem!rec), squirting, lewd language

the late afternoon light slanted through the blinds, striping your bodies in gold and shadow. sweat slicked the space between your skin and rafe's expensive sheets, which were already twisted into a testament of the last hour. you were close, impossibly close, riding that sharp, sweet edge where pleasure blurred into frantic need. rafe knelt between your thighs, solely focused on pleasuring you. his fingers moved with ruthless precision inside of you, hitting that spot while his thumb worked relentless circles against your clit.

"that's it, baby," he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly purr that vibrated through your bones. he watched your face intently, eyes dark and hooded, tracking the flush spreading across your chest, the way your eyes were blown wide. he loved seeing you come apart for him, loved being the sole reason for the incoherent whimpers escaping your throat. "you can do it."

he shifted slightly, changing the angle of his fingers, adding a deeper pressure that sent a jolt straight through your system. you gasped, hips buckling off the mattress. this felt… different. the usual coiling tension was there, tightening unbearably low in your belly, but beneath it was a strange, building pressure, like an urgent need you couldn't identify. "rafe, i- oh god…"

"cum for me, baby. show me," he commanded softly, his thumb pressing down harder, faster.

the command, coupled with that impossible pressure, tipped you over. but it wasn't just the familiar, shattering waves of orgasm that ripped through you, making you cry out his name. it was accompanied by a sudden, shocking gush. a warm surge erupted from you, soaking the sheets beneath you, spattering onto his hand and wrist.

your eyes flew open in mortified confusion, the last shudders of pleasure mixing with sheer panic. you'd never done that before. "oh my god! rafe, i'm sorry-" you started, cheeks flaming, convinced you'd just humiliated yourself completely.

but rafe wasn't recoiling, wasn't looking at you in disgust. he'd frozen for a split second, feeling the unexpected warmth soak him, then he slowly lifted his slick fingers to his lips, tasting your sweetness on his tongue. a slow, predatory grin spread across his lips, transforming his features. his eyes weren't annoyed; they were blazing with a new, intense fire that burned only for you.

he looked back down at the evidence soaking the bed, then met your gaze again, his cock visibly pulsing with need at the sight of you. "don't you dare be sorry, baby," he murmured, reaching out to trace the edge of the wetness on the sheets with one finger. "you fucking soaked my bed for me." the possessiveness in his tone was sharper now, edged with something primal. "that was the hottest fucking thing i've ever seen."

before you could process his reaction, he surged forward, covering your mouth in a brusing kiss. his hands roughly gripped your hips, pulling you flush against him as he aligned his cock near your sensitive folds that were practically still dripping in arousal for him. he drove himself inside of you, hips halting so you could properly adjust to his size. "did that feel good?" he whispered huskily against your ear, his voice thick with raw, predatory pleasure that sent shivers down your spine despite the lingering shock.

"yeah? let'see how much of’a mess you can make on my cock."

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rafeslvttygirl · 5 days ago

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— catching roommate!rafe moaning ur name

warnings — masturbation, lewd language

the sound wasn't loud, but it was distinct. a thump against the wall shared by your bedrooms, followed by a low, muffled groan. you paused in the hallway, head tilted. curiosity, sharp and insistent, pulled you towards rafe's door. it wasn't fully closed. another sound drifted out — a sharp intake of breath, followed by a strained, breathy syllable that sounded suspiciously like… your name?

heart suddenly hammering against your ribs, you pushed the door open just a tiny bit more, peering through the sliver of space. the sight that greeted you made the air freeze in your lungs. rafe was sprawled on his back across his bed, shirtless, boxers pooled around his ankles. one hand gripped the headboard, knuckles white, while the other moved relentlessly, around his thick, veiny and throbbing cock. his head was thrown back against the pillows, eyes shut tight and face contorted in such pleasure.

and then, clear as day, he groaned it again, louder this time, raw and desperate. your name. "ahh, fuck…"

your breath hitched loud enough for him to hear over his own ragged breathing. his eyes snapped open, wide and startled, locking instantly onto yours in the doorway. for a split second, sheer panic flashed across his face, his hand freezing mid-stroke. you should have slammed the door, ran, pretending like you saw nothing. but you were frozen, caught in the unexpected intensity of his gaze, the undeniable proof of his desire laid bare before you.

then, something shifted. the panic faded, replaced by a flicker of something else — challenge? a slow, predatory smirk started to curl his lips. he didn't scramble for cover. he didn't apologise. instead, keeping his eyes locked firmly on yours, he deliberately resumed his rhythm. slow at first, almost lazy, letting you watch the way his slick fist glided up and down his thick shaft, the muscles in his forearm flexing with the movement.

a low hum vibrated in his chest, the sound deliberately provocative now. he was clearly putting on a show. for you. his breathing grew heavier again, louder, each exhale a controlled release. he watched you watching him, his eyes darkening, pupils blown wide. the air crackled, thick with unspoken tension and undeniable electricity of the moment. you leaned against the doorframe, unable to look away, mesmerised by the sight of him like this.

his pace quickened, strokes becoming shorter, harder now. his lips were parted as a low, guttural moan escaped him, no longer muffled, clearly intended for your ears. "ah, fuck- m' so close." sweat beaded on his forehead, tracing paths down his temples. he pumped his fist faster, harder, hips bucking off the mattress with each desperate thrust, eyes never leaving yours, pinning you in place with the sheer force of his imminent release.

your name ripped from his throat in one final, guttural cry as his back arched sharply, his whole body going rigid. his hips gave a final, violent jerk, and thick ropes of white pulsed from the head of his cock, splattering against his sweat-slicked abdomen. he shuddered violently, collapsing back against the pillows, chest heaving, gasping for air. his eyes remained fixed on you as he kept milking himself dry.

"why don'cha come over and lick me clean."

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rafeslvttygirl · 6 days ago

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Undelivered - Rafe Cameron (CH. 9) FINALE!!

₊˚ପ⊹ pairing ; rafe cameron x badass!fem!reader (enemies to lovers!)

₊˚ପ⊹ overall warnings ; 18+ content, bad language, alcohol consumption, sexual teasing, jealousy, physical violence, kinda slowburn, unrequited love, eventual smut, cheating (not on each other!) , mention of sending nudes (obvi)

₊˚ପ⊹ chapter warnings ; bad language, sexual teasing, physical violence (reader slaps rafe) , 18+ nsfw (mdni) , reader has body issues, slight mention of toxic relationship

summary ; you hate rafe cameron. you’ve always hated the way he teases you. but for some strange reason, you can’t help but feel things when you’re around him. dangerous feelings that causes you to drunkenly send him your nudes. now he won’t stop until he makes you his.

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"Wait, so you're telling me that this whole time you were talking about me, through the disguise of the waitress?"

You were a little slow at times, information taking its time to make sense in your head. But Rafe catches himself admiring the way you’re so in thought, eyebrows knitted together. You look so damn cute to him right now. “Yes, baby.”

The sudden use of the nickname makes your cheeks flush. You look up at him, feeling the sudden urge to slap him across his pretty face. And that's exactly what you do, making him hold his cheek in fake pain.

"I guess I deserved that." You shake your head in disbelief, a smile unintentionally crossing your lips. And he catches the sight, one of his own forming. He's missed this.

He's missed seeing you so happy, your laughter filling that empty spot in his heart. And he never wants to take that for granted.

"Yeah, you deserved that big time," you scold him, but despite your words, you end up caressing the side of his face. "Don't ever lie to me again. Got it?"

Rafe hums softly before tilting his head lower. He's so close to your lips, you feel a buzz of excitement. And before you know it, his lips are on yours.

This feels right. It feels like you're meant to be with him. You want nobody else. As you feel Rafe snake his arms around your waist to pull you closer to him, you realise you haven't told him what you initially planned.

"Rafe," you moan his name, reluctantly pulling apart. But he's so needy to feel your lips on his, he doesn't want to back away either. When he does, he presses his forehead against yours, not believing that any of this is real. "I love you. I always have."

He can't help it. His lips crash on yours again. He's never been more in love than when you're beside him. And he'd be a fool to let you go again.

"I love you more, baby.”

"Impossible," you retort, your arms slinging around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer to your body.

Unfortunately, with one final kiss, you have to face the inevitable. You have work still, but you’d rather spend the whole day with Rafe instead. As tempting as that sounds, you need to keep this job unless you want to get fired.

"At least I have something to keep me satiated," he says teasingly, showing his lockscreen you had forgotten about until now. It feels like such a long time ago that you'd drunkenly sent him your nudes.

Funny how time passes by so quickly.

You think about Rafe for the rest of your shift. It's hard not to. With the taste of him still lingering on your tongue, you've dazed out too many times to count. So much, in fact, your boss had to call you out on it.

And finally, by the end of the day, you make haste to get to your car. Rafe said he'd wait for you in the car park, and the thought of seeing him was enough to get you sprinting like a cheetah on steroids.

Within a second of reaching your car, you feel him behind you. His muscular arms wrap tightly around you as he kisses the soft flesh of your neck. The sensation gives you goosebumps, and you're almost certain he can feel it. "I've missed you all day, baby."

Since when did he sound so seductive?

"Hm, did that photo not keep you entertained enough?" You try to steady your voice but the task was hard for some reason. When you're around him, you turn into putty in his hold.

"No, it kept me very entertained." He turns you around so you're facing him. And when you do, you swear you can see the lust emanating from him. "I couldn't help but picture how you'd look with my cock stuffed in you though."

Those words make you want him more than ever. And by the time you both enter your house, Rafe is already on you. His hands explore every inch of your body, not leaving a single part untouched.

It's like you're both in heat. He lifts you up as your legs wrap perfectly around his torso. He remembers the direction to your room from the last time he was here. You remember it vividly, the two of you wrapped up on the couch together.

You try not to think about what happened after, rather focusing on the way his rough hands slide under your work shirt instead. The way his cold fingers make contact with your hardened nipples, the way he tilts his head down to catch one in his mouth.

You used to hate the idea of physical intimacy. When you were with Jeremy, nothing ever felt like this. You'd always cower when he'd see your body, and never wanted to keep the lights on. He would always tell you he didn’t find your body attractive enough. But that thought didn't cross your mind at all right now. All you could think of was Rafe.

His touch isn't rough. It's careful and soft. It's everything you imagined and more.

You feel him groaning against your lips, the bulge in his pants evident as he lays on top of you. Your hands are in his hair, and you're kissing him like the world might end. He's never wanted you as bad as he does right now.

"As much as I like you in these," he gestures to your skirt, dragging the material half way down your thighs. "They need to come off."

Without a second thought, the skirt is discarded by the side of your bed. And the sight of you exposed to him, wearing no underwear, makes a dark chuckle escape his lips. And it turns you on.

It's sounded so dark, your legs threaten to close, feeling your pussy clench on nothing. You'd skipped wearing them today, wanting to be spontaneous for once in your boring life.

And you were glad you did, especially when seeing Rafe's reaction.

Because within a mere second, his tongue meets your clit, swirling it around so skillfully, you swear a million stars cloud your vision.

"Such a needy little thing for me, aren't you?" You can barely register his words, noticing his fingers replace where his tongue was while he looks at you. You can feel the cold metal of his ring as he enters them inside of you, and it sends you into a state of euphoria. "So fucking needy and wet. It's like you were made for me, yeah?”

You can't respond, the pressure between your legs becoming unbearable. The dirty talk wasn't helping either. "Rafe…" you moan his name sweetly.

And the way you say his name makes him speed up, his fingers plunging into your sopping wet cunt. The feeling of your pussy tightens around him like a vice, and his cock twitches at the sight of you like this. “You gonna cum for me already, pretty girl?”

Nodding your head at the praise, you feel that familiar knot in the pit of your stomach. You feel it as it washes over you, squirming on the bed as Rafe’s fingers still inside of you. He looks up at you like you’re the only girl in the world.

Because to him, you are. You're finally his. And he's never letting you go, whether you like it or not.

His blue eyes are laced with possession, and something so dark it turns you on all over again. It's something you've never seen before. And by the looks of it, he'd keep you laying like this forever if he could. So perfect. So his.

He takes his fingers out of you, licking the access off of them slowly while maintaining eye contact. And the sight has you wanting more. Wanting him.

After you both fully undress in front of each other, your eyes stay locked on his. You don't speak. Your eyes are speaking for themselves. This is finally happening, and Rafe is afraid he might be dreaming this all up in his head.

"Say you're my girl," he begs, walking over to you as you lay on the bed, hooking your legs around his torso again. You feel his fully hard cock lay flat on the surface of your stomach, teasing you. "Say you're mine, baby."

Before you can respond, he kisses you. It's slow, yet passionate. It's a silent promise to each other that you'll forever belong to each other.

And when you pull apart, his forehead rests on yours, and you can't help but fall even harder for him. "I'm all yours, Rafe."

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rafeslvttygirl · 7 days ago

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Undelivered - Rafe Cameron (CH. 8)

₊˚ପ⊹ pairing ; rafe cameron x badass!fem!reader (enemies to lovers!)

₊˚ପ⊹ chapter warnings ; bad language, jealousy, the ‘L’ bomb, just angst

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Rafe doesn't know how long he's been stood outside your house. But what he does know is that the sky has turned darker since he arrived. The rain has been relentlessly pouring down on him the entire time. But he never left.

His clothes are drenched, clinging to his body. And he knows for a fact that he's caught a cold by now. He sniffles, catching himself almost collapse on your doorstep.

But Rafe isn't stupid, despite what you believe. He knows he should probably go home and get out of the rain. Even if he wants nothing more than to stay here until you open up and listen to him. So things can go back to normal again.

But he eventually leaves, returning back to Tannyhill. And when Sarah catches sight of him entering the house in such a state, she’s quick to corner him.

"Woah, you look like a trainwreck," she laughs, but despite her mocking tone, she truly cares for her brother. "You good?"

Rafe doesn't really want to respond. He'd rather avoid the topic of his fucked up relationship at all costs. Especially to his little sister. "Not now Sarah."

Despite him shooing her away, Sarah stops him yet again. "Wait, has this got anything to do with Y/N?"

The mere mention of your name makes his jaw tick, and he's really trying to control his fists from flying to the wall next to him. But the more his sister pesters him about you, there's only so much he can handle.

Knowing that there's no way he can get her to drop the topic, he ends up telling her everything. From the very beginning, all the way up until tonight where he was standing outside your door.

Sarah takes in his every word, nodding her head even though she wishes desperately to knock some sense into her brother. "You really are stupid, huh?"

Rafe rolls his eyes at her words and is about to leave until she continues. "Tell her she's the girl you're in love with."

Then it hits him. He really is stupid.

Without responding, Rafe is quick to run back out the door, heading to your house. He tries to plan the speech in his head. But he can't come up with anything.

Where should he start? Will you even open the door for him?

But those thoughts are now pushed to the back of his mind, as he's standing right outside your door again. The lights are off, but he knocks anyway. He'll just have to apologise for waking you up, along with everything else he has to apologise for.

But when he's met with silence, he either figures you're still avoiding him, or you've been kidnapped.

Probably not the latter.

He doesn't know what he would've said if you had actually opened the door for him. He's not particularly good with words, or expressing how he feels.

A part of him wishes he could find it easy. Heck, he even tried going to therapy once. But it was a waste of time, the sessions never seeming to go anywhere.

He'd just sit down as the therapist would talk about his father, and how they wouldn't have guessed that someone as perfect as the Cameron's only son was seeking something like therapy. Ever since then, he'd rather be seen dead than go back to that.

Now he's stuck with no solution but to at least try. He thinks back to when you were giving him pointers at the Midsummers. Show her you're serious. If you can't commit, then what's the point.

When seeing that there's still no response on the other side of your door, he promises that he'll just come back tomorrow. Even if it pains him to have nothing resolved yet, he'll find a way to make you his eventually.

By the time morning rolls around, Rafe sticks to his word, arriving at the Country Club to see if he can spot you. And when he does, his whole world seems to stop. Like time freezes and suddenly he doesn't know how to walk, or talk, or even breathe within your vicinity.

He feels like a fucking kid all over again, unsure of how to approach his crush.

However, Rafe thinks his mind is playing tricks on him, when seeing you with another guy. That same guy being your ex Jeremy. That same guy being the one you'd wanted to get back with, using your fake relationship with Rafe as bait.

He's leaning over to kiss you, and you're not backing away in digust, or treating him how you'd treat an ex. Instead, you're leaning into it as much as he is.

The sight makes Rafe's hands curl into fight fists. That day Jeremy punched him, he'd just let it all happen, knowing you were there to witness it. At that time, he wanted to be the bigger man.

Now there's nothing he wants more than to return that favour. Wants nothing more than to beat him to a pulp until he's no longer conscious, begging to spare his pathetic life.

When he sees you head inside, Rafe follows right behind as you head over to the bathrooms.

You, however, were desperately trying to get away from Jeremy. The kiss was supposed to feel good, yet it felt all kinds of wrong. You thought that by kissing him again, you'd get those same butterflies you used to get when you were together.

Yet, you felt absolutely nothing.

Ever since you’d fallen for Rafe, no other man could fill your body with the same amount of excitement. He was frustratingly on your mind constantly. Even though you should be hating him for what he did to you.

After the little run-in with him last night, you called your parents and stayed at theirs for the rest of the night. You couldn't stomach being at your own place, the thought of Rafe coming back being way too overwhelming.

And it did you a world of good seing them again. They'd opened the door for you with open arms like they hadn't seen you in a long time. And once you got settled, you told your mother everything. Every single detail of falling for Rafe. And the bet.

It felt nice getting it off your chest.

Then your mother told you words only a mother would tell their child. "I only want what's best for you, Y/N."

"I don't even know what that is," you tell her with complete honesty. And it was true. Your thoughts were all mushed together, and you couldn't figure out what you wanted. Did you want Rafe back? Could you see the future with him in it?

But the words you say next has your mother smiling. "Rafe is just so… complicated. Yet I can't help but love him, mama."

"Then why don't you stop ignoring him and tell him that." Her words sunk into you a lot harder than you’d imagine. Even as you back away from the kiss with Jeremy, you couldn't get her words off your mind.

Tell him that.

You should tell him that you love him.

Even though you couldn’t handle the cold truth that you were seen only as a bet, you still had no other option but to tell him. Worst case scenario, he’ll laugh in your face, and you can both go your separate ways. But you needed to get it off your chest once and for all.

After finishing up in the bathroom, you're about to go back out before you feel someone push you flush against the wall. It knocks the breath right out of your lungs, and you're met with those familiar pair of blue eyes you'd longed to see again.

It's Rafe. And he looks pissed. You're not sure why though, considering everything he's put you through. "Why the hell are you back together with him, Y/N?"

You don't put the pieces together fast enough, not having a clue on what he's talking about. "What?"

Then it randomly hits you. That means he'd seen you kissing Jeremy just a second ago. For some reason, you wanted to explain yourself, the excuse on the tip of your tongue. You wanted to explain that it was actually revolting to be kissing anyone but him.

"You're back with Jeremy?" He hisses, pressing you firmly against the wall, his breath fanning your face. You hated how seeing him so close had such an impact on you.

"Why does it matter to you?"

You wanted to cave. To tell him that you loved him. But you wanted to see how this panned out first before dropping that bomb.

"It matters because I think about you every single damn day."

The words he told you at the Midsummers when he was talking about the waitress. I think about her every day. He was talking about you this whole time?

It's finally out and in the open. The words he wanted to tell you so badly are out in the open. And he's scared that you'll reject his confession. "Wait, what about your crush on the waitress?"

"I don't give a fuck about the waitress, Y/N." His tone is sharp and his words take their time to sink into your head.

Why on earth did he agree to fake date you then? Wasn't it to get the waitresses attention?

His blue eyes scan yours for any response to his confession. You're still so confused, a million questions running through your head. But only one question manages to escape your lips.

"You like me?"

His thumb gently caresses your cheek, igniting something wild and untamed inside of you. It was you he liked all this time?

"It's you, Y/N. It's always been you."

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rafeslvttygirl · 8 days ago

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— pervy bf!rafe eats you out in the morning

warnings — slight somno, oral (fem!rec), lewd language

the first hint of dawn was just beginning to filter through the gap in the curtains, painting the room in soft, hazy grey stripes. you stirred, buried deep in the warm cocoon of the duvet, reluctant to leave the remnants of sleep behind. but a distinct pressure, a focused warmth between your legs, pulled you out of your slumber. cracking open an eye, you found rafe already wide awake, propped up on his elbows, his gaze intense and fixed right on you. or rather, on the juncture of your sweet thighs beneath the covers.

a slow, wicked grin spread across his face when he saw your eyes flutter open. "rafe…?"

with deliberate slowness, he peeled the duvet back, exposing your now-naked lower half to the cool morning air. goosebumps prickled your skin, but a deeper heat was already pooling low in your belly, ignited by his predatory gaze. he shifted lower in the bed, kissing along your aching inner thighs. "been waiting for you to wake up," he murmured, his hot breath teasing you as he slowly denies getting to your pussy. "dreamed about this all night."

his nose nudged against your folds, inhaling deeply like what he smelled was the best thing to ever exist, a low groan rumbling in his chest. then, his tongue darted out, a hot, wet shock against your clit. you gasped, arching off the mattress instinctively. he chuckled, a low, dirty sound against your skin, before settling in properly. his mouth, hot and demanding, ate you out so good it made your toes curl. one hand snaked up to grip your hip tightly, while the other tangled in between your thighs, fingers spreading you wider for his relentless tongue.

rafe wasn't gentle. there was a greedy, almost frantic energy to his movements. his tongue was everywhere — flicking and teasing against your aching nub, then diving deeper, lapping shamelessly at the slickness gathering there, tracing the slick folds with an intense focus. the sounds were obscene in the otherwise quiet room: wet, slurping noises mingling with your choked whimpers and his own ragged breaths against your skin. he'd lifted his eyes just enough to watch your reaction, eyes dark with such lust at the way your face scrunched up in pleasure. that perverted little smirk playing on his lips as he saw you unraveling beneath him. "yeah," he'd rasp between licks. "taste so fuckin' good… all mine."

he varied the pressure, sometimes swirling slowly, driving you mad with anticipation, other times flicking rapidly, relentlessly until you were writhing, nails digging into the sheets. he knew exactly where to press, how hard to suck, how to use the edge of his teeth just enough to send jolts of electricity through your entire system. your breath came in ragged pants, whimpers turning into low moans that you tried (and failed) to stifle against the pillow underneath you. the pressure built relentlessly, a tight, coiling knot low in your belly, demanding release. "rafe… please…" you gasped, hips bucking against his mouth.

his answer was to plunge his tongue deeper, harder, sucking your clit fully against his hot mouth while his finger simultaneously worked inside of your sopping heat. "you gonna cum for me, sweet girl?" you nodded, a low growl vibrated from his chest against your most sensitive flesh. "make a mess of’my tongue." his words tipped you over the edge without warning. a strangled cry ripped from your throat as the climax crashed over you, violent and all-consuming, making your vision white as wave after wave pulsed through you, your inner muscles clenching uncontrollably around his invading fingers. rafe kept licking, swallowing greedily through the shudders, pinning you down until your high wore off, leaving you boneless and gasping into the messy sheets.

"did so well f’me, princess."

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rafeslvttygirl · 11 days ago

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— bsf!rafe jerking off to you in the shower

warnings — masturbation, lewd language

the spray hit rafe's shoulders, hot against his skin, chasing away the lingering chill of the early morning. water sluiced down his chest, tracing paths over the light muscles of his abdomen before disappearing lower. he tipped his head back, letting the water cascade down his lean body. but it wasn't the water filling his thoughts; it was you.

the memory of you, his best friend of ten years — your scent that he still smells on his sheets, just yesterday when he was cuddling up with you in his arms. for you, it had been a casual thing to be so intimate, not thinking anything of it. but for rafe, on the other hand, it was torture. his cock throbbing as you gently brushed against his crotch unknowingly. fuck, just thinking about it was already making him rock hard.

his hand drifted down, fingers brushing the coarse hair at the base of his stomach. he glanced towards the closed bathroom door, a sliver of paranoia mixing with the heady rush of arousal. empty house. just him and the image of you burned into his brain. that was enough. more than enough. his cock was already thick and heavy, twitching against his abdomen. he wrapped his hand around the length, slick skin gliding under his palm. a low groan rumbled in his chest, swallowed by the drumming water.

he imagined you there, pressed against the cool tile, water plastering your hair to your skin, eyes dark with the same need clawing at his gut. he squeezed the base, his knuckles white against his skin. the thought of your mouth… hot and wet, tracing the head, tongue flicking against the sensitive underside… it sent him in a spiral. he pumped his fist faster, mimicking the rhythm he wanted inside you, the way your hips would buck against his. "ahhh, fuck… yes."

his breath hitched, coming ragged gasps. he could almost feel your hands on him, nails digging lightly into his back, lips whispering filthy promises against his ear. the steam felt like your breath, hot and intimate against his skin. he pictured your face thrown back, mouth open in a silent 'o', taking him deeper. "just like that… take it all, baby."

his own fingers worked faster, chasing the building pressure. he slammed his free hand against the tile, hand stuttering slightly. his hips jerked forward instinctively with each weak stroke, driving his cock into his fist at the vision of you in his head. "god, i bet you'd feel so good."

even the memory, the sheer idea of you, was enough to push him close. his balls tightened, eyebrows knitted together as his high was soon approaching. the groan ripped from his throat this time, raw and unrestrained. “fuck…” he moaned your name. and he could almost hear your answering cries, taking him over the edge as he imagined you looking back at him, eyes blown fully with lust. thick spurts of his release clouded the water swirling around his feet, painting the tile in thick, pearly strokes. his body shuddered, leaning against the wall as the last waves ebbed, leaving him spent and breathless.

and he’d most definitely be calling you over tonight.

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rafeslvttygirl · 13 days ago

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Undelivered - Rafe Cameron (CH. 7)

₊˚ପ⊹ pairing ; rafe cameron x badass!fem!reader (enemies to lovers!)

₊˚ପ⊹ chapter warnings ; bad language, alcohol consumption, mostly angst

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Waking up to the man you claimed to hate was most definitely not on your bingo cards this year. You would've never expected to start liking him either, but you surprised yourself every day.

Just two weeks ago, you were cursing his name and wanting him to be nowhere near you. You weren't sure when your hatred for him morphed into something more. But what you did know was that pushing those feelings aside was the best thing you could do for yourself.

For the greater good.

It weighed on your mind that the waitress was everything Rafe wanted in a girl, or at least what you assumed after seeing the women he used to bring home. You always thought his type was someone like Brittany.

Perfect. Blonde. A women of Kook standards who is effortlessly adored by many — someone whose completely opposite to you.

As you shuddered at the thought, you lay on the couch still, feeling the morning sun peek through the sliver of the curtains. You feel something heavy around your waist as you try getting up. And it takes you a second to realise.

Squinting your eyes from the light, you push Rafe's hands off you and stand up. You didn't have time to process what the fuck happened last night, and why he didn't wake you up, getting ready for work instead. You'd rather not be late.

You'd just leave a message for him when you got there, and simply apologise for it.

The Country Club was pretty quiet considering it usually gets jampacked right after Midsummers ends. But only a few customers lounge around the area today.

You could spot Topper and Kelce from a mile away. At this point, you're convinced they live here and never leave. But you wouldn’t get paid if they didn't, so you let it slide.

So without much of a choice, you make your way over to them to figure out what drinks they want.

The whole routine is marked down. Always greet the customers with the biggest smile on your lips, kindly offering one of your newest concoctions, or some shit. You thought that rule was a bunch of crap, but you're getting paid so you never bat an eye to it.

"Wonder how Rafe's holding up with that bet." You overhear Topper laugh with Kelce while making their drinks. You're not usually one to eavesdrop, but when the mention of Rafe hits your ears, you can't help yourself.

And you wonder what he means by that bet.

But upon hearing his next words, you desperately wished you'd never listened at all. Especially when the mention of your name is brought up too. "Think he's handling Y/N well? I bet he won't make her budge, she's a feisty nut to crack."

They're laughing, completely unaware of your presence, your grasp firm on their drinks. You swear they might slip from your fingers, but you couldn’t care less about that right now.

You feel humiliated. You feel like you might throw up.

And most of all, you feel betrayed. Rafe was stringing you along because of some fucking bet? You realised you were seen only as a challenge to him, a feisty nut to crack, in their words.

What are the odds that you actually believed you were getting along, despite your heart warning you all this time. You should've listened to that nagging feeling from the start. Because you know it would've hurt a lot less if you had.

You place their beverages on the table, undoing your apron, wanting nothing more than to escape this suffocating place. Making sure to let your boss know you're feeling sick, she quickly dismissed you. And you don't waste a single second before dashing to your car.

And then it hits you. The last time you were home, Rafe was there. Sleeping on your couch with you, as if he wasn't lying to you this whole time. As if he wasn't toying with you to prove he could bag someone as unattainable as you.

Then something else hits you: The waitress? The fake dating to get Jeremy back? What the fuck was his motive?

As you make haste to approach your car, you end up colliding with someone. Tears are flooding your eyes uncontrollably, and you can't stop them. Your heart hurts. Everything fucking hurts.

Looking up to the man in front of you, you're met with the only person you didn't want to see right now. It was none other than Rafe himself. And you were tempted to punch him like Jeremy did.

Rafe lowers his gaze to yours, a worried frown etched on his lips at the sight of you crying. The same man you said you were falling for just yesterday. It's crazy how things can change in the span of a night.

"You're crying," he states the obvious, his eyes carefully taking in the way your eyes glaze, not really focusing on him entirely. "Tell me, what's wrong?"

"What's fucking wrong?" You yell, pushing his body away from yours. You didn't realise he was standing so close.

You don't cry easily, so Rafe is a little taken aback from it. And here he is making the impossible somehow possible. You search his eyes for any sign he'll tell you the truth upfront.

But knowing him, he'll drag all his dirty secrets to the grave.

When you're silent, Rafe gets even more worried. It doesn't render in his mind that you've just found out about the bet. With his hands helplessly stationed at his sides, his eyes try to uncover what's wrong. He hopes that by looking in your eyes, they'll tell him something.

But they don't. They're cold and distant. And Rafe hates how there's no light in them anymore.

"What's wrong is that I trusted you." You're a sobbing mess, the tears streaming down your face, never ending. "And you used me… for some fucking bet?"

Rafe's heart immediately drops. You'd found out and there was no way you'd forgive him by the looks of it. He wishes he'd never started it, the thought of you truly hating him crushes his soul. And he feels like dying.

He doesn't speak. Doesn't even try to justify himself, or tell you that is was all one big misunderstanding. And his reaction alone makes you hate him more.

Even as you open the door to your car, Rafe doesn't move. He's always been a coward, even as a kid, never having the guts to fix things that were truly important to him. And now is another one of those times.

He fucking hates the fact that he might've ruined things with you for good.

Rafe reluctantly gives you some space for the next couple of week. Doesn't pester you at the Country Club. And avoids any chance at bumping into you. Because that's what you want, right?

That is, until something inside of him feels empty and desolate. The hole inside of his heart can't help it, especially when he hears laughter than sounds exactly like yours, as he walks down the street. Thinking it's you, he walks up to the women. But it's never you.

Never the one he loves.

And he's convinced himself he's gone mad. The proof is clear because he's currently standing in front of your door in the pouring rain. His clothes are stuck to his body, but he doesn't care.

All he cares about is seeing your face again. Hearing the laughter he once took for granted.

When you open the door, witnessing his shivering body and trembling lips, you're almost inclined to let him in. But he doesn't deserve that. You debate whether to bring him inside and stop being cruel to him, or to leave him outside to inevitably catch a cold.

You weigh your options for a second. Then you look him dead in the eye before closing the door right in his face.

Your body collapses to the ground the moment you do, sliding down the door. Why in the world would he show up after lying to you for so long? Why the fuck would he torture you like that?

You expected him to have already left. He probably wanted to shove it in your face, and make fun of the fact that you fell for his lies. Fell for him.

Rafe is still stood exactly where you last saw him. Right outside your house, his head resting on your door like it would magically get you to open up.

And even if you're still mad at him, he's never going to leave until he has you in his arms again.

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rafeslvttygirl · 14 days ago

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Undelivered - Rafe Cameron (CH. 6)

₊˚ପ⊹ pairing ; rafe cameron x badass!fem!reader (enemies to lovers!)

₊˚ପ⊹ chapter warnings ; bad language, sexual teasing, slight jealousy, physical violence, mention of bruises/ blood, fluffy ending, slight somno

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Rafe doesn't punch back. Even if he so badly wants to. Quite frankly, he should've, considering how much of an ass Jeremy was to you. But he knows that you wouldn't take kindly to him being violent, starting random fights in public.

It's one out of many thing you hated about Jeremy. His temper was short, and would be taking swings at the slightest of issues that went wrong in his life.

You hated when Jeremy fought. But for some strange reason, you wanted Rafe to fight back.

"Stop Jeremy!" You yell at the top of your lungs, trying to pull them apart. You look at Jeremy to see if there's any semblance of regret.

But there is none. He looks like he'd gladly kill Rafe if he had the chance. But he'd be a dead man before he ever got that chance. "Walk the fuck away."

"So you're protecting this motherfucker now?" Jeremy angrily spews, eyes bloodshot like he's high on something. "What happened to you?"

You didn't really want to answer his stupid questions right now. So you take ahold of Rafe's wrist, leading him away from the party. You're in silence as you walk.

His mouth is covered in blood, and it pains you to see the sight.

"Where are we-" He starts, but doesn't need to finish his sentence when seeing your car in the distance. And you open the door for him.

"Shut up," you demand, still irritated that he didn't defend himself back there. "And get in."

Without responding, he does as told, sitting down in the plush seats of your car. He's never been in here before, and takes notice of how it smell like you. The florally smell that is uniquely you.

He hates to admit how much this scent could get him high. He'd give anything to bottle this scent up and keep it as his personal souvenir.

The entire car ride is filled with comfortable since. And now, you're pulling up along your driveway. You admit that it's small, especially in comparison to what he's probably used to. But you're happy here, and you wouldn't imagine yourself anywhere else.

When you're both finally inside, you turn on your lights. You didn't have time to clean up, your heated blanket still lazying on your couch. Rafe sees it all, taking it all in. "It's cute," he mutters to himself, not expecting you to hear it.

"Thanks," you deadpan, having fun with bossing him around like a dog. "Now lay down on that couch and don't move."

You point over to the couch near the fireplace. Rafe admits that this place really is small.

Just like a trained puppy in love, he obliges to your command, laying down. Not before taking off his shoes first, taking more of your abode in.

It's got your signature quirk written all over the place. Down to the pictures he sees on top of your mantelpiece. And the one that catches his eye the most is your cute baby photo, half your teeth missing and teary eyed.

He pictures that you were just as stubborn then, as you are now. The thought makes him smile.

When you return back into the living room where you left him, you're certain that the punch must've made him go crazy. Because he's smiling so hard like a fool in love. "Damn, he hit you hard, huh?"

"No," Rafe says, not wanting to seem like a weak man. "But that photo over there is much more different than my lockscreen." He giggles to himself, taking out his phone to remind himself of your nudes.

"Yeah, you've definitely lost your mind."

Walking closer to the loopy Rafe, you kneel down in front of him to inspect the damage done to his once-perfect face. And he lets you, completely silent as you do your work.

It's unusual for him to be silent. But that's because he's observing you. He doesn't understand how he could've met such a girl like you. The girl who, despite having an unwanted visit from your ex, still manages to make others feel okay.

The girl he's madly in love with.

You try your hardest not to stare into those hypnotising blue eyes of his. Because if you do, you're afraid you won't be able to stop. Not when he's already admitted to liking that pretty waitress.

While the thought of her returns fresh in your mind, you can't help but get distracted. You dab the cloth to his mouth, and somehow your eyes travel up to meet his burning blue eyes already on you.

And the both of you can't seem to look away. That is, until you clear your throat. This is wrong. But somehow it feels so right.

You decide to ask him the question that's been plaguing your mind since you brought him here. "Do you want to…" you pause for a split second. "Stay over tonight?"

Rafe immediately freezes, not understanding the reason for the random invite. "What?"

"You can't go home looking like that," you point to the fresh scar, hues of dark purple covering his bottom lip. He looked terrible.

You'd hate for him to go home. For his father or his sisters to see him in this state. Rafe ponders your reasoning for a while before nodding his head. "I guess you're right."

After hearing him agree, you're quick on your feet, getting him a spare quilt and a couple of pillows so he can sleep on the couch. A part of him thought you'd let him sleep in your bedroom, or at least on the floor. But he guesses that'd be weird.

When you come back with everything, he's already taking his clothes off to get comfy. Seeing him so bare like you're not here makes you cover your eyes quickly. "You could've waited till I got to my room, you asshole!"

"Don't act like you don't fantasize about this," he teases, flexing his arms like you'd secretly want to enjoy the sight. And as much as you want to deny it, he'd be correct.

"You're insufferable."

"And you know you love it."

As you roll your eyes at him, you're half way through the hall leading to your room before he stops you in your tracks. "I really appreciate the help, Y/N."

You nod your head as a reply before heading to your room as planned. And just as the door closes, you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. You're not sure what possessed you to ask him to stay over. But at least you've got company.

Then it hits you. You might've forgotten to tell him you sleepwalk a lot.

It's not like it happens every night, so you're grateful for that at least. You just hoped nothing would go terribly wrong if it ever got to that. But you can never be too sure.

Especially when that exact thing ends up happening. And nothing can express Rafe's shock when seeing you strolling into the living room five minutes past midnight, wearing your little pyjama set. The same one that barely covers anything.

Rafe unintentionally takes notice on the way your breasts spill out of your lacey top, not leaving much to the imagination. He keeps his eyes on your every move as you traipse around the room, eyes shut tight and a soft pout gracing your lips.

"Y/N?" He tries getting your attention, but to no avail, you're unaware of your surroundings and stuck in a daze.

He quickly assumes that you're sleepwalking, watching you with a lazy smirk. If you were this cute even while half-asleep, he knows damn well that he's fucked.

He even watches you as you plop onto the couch he's currently occupying, and he swears he's dreaming this all up. You're really making it harder for him these day.

The sound of his heart must be easy to hear, because the way you're laying right next to him, completely unaware of what you're doing, is complete torture. In the best way possible. Especially when he feels your arms wrap tightly around his torso.

He knows he shouldn't be letting this happen. He should be waking you up and making you aware of the situation. But the selfish part of him wants to pull you closer, and fall asleep with you in his arms.

And that selfish part of him ends up winning, wrapping his arms around your shoulders so that you're right next to him. He swears he's never felt more at home than with you in his arms.

Now he wishes to do this for the rest of his life.

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rafeslvttygirl · 20 days ago

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Undelivered - Rafe Cameron (CH. 5)

₊˚ପ⊹ pairing ; rafe cameron x badass!fem!reader (enemies to lovers!)

₊˚ପ⊹ chapter warnings ; bad language, alcohol consumption, jealousy, brief mention of physical violence

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"Y/N? Is that you?" Jeremy calls your name, but his eyes aren't on you. They're on Rafe like a furnace about to explode. And you're not sure why you feel like protecting Rafe all of a sudden.

"Jeremy, fancy seeing you here," you try getting his attention. But he still doesn't glance at you, not even once. Nothing has changed with him, it seems. "Are you here with someone?"

That question makes his eyes wonder to you finally. "No, I asked you on Insta, remember? You didn't respond so I thought you ghosted me."

Probably because you were. You try not to roll your eyes. You really did. But you couldn't stop yourself. And when Jeremy takes note on that little gesture, he grabs ahold of your wrist harshly, trying to pull you closer to him. "Why'd you leave me for him, Y/N? I thought we were doing well."

His attempts at pulling you close to him are cut short when Rafe stops him. Rafe is pissed. How can this dude ignore you for years without so much as a text, and then expect you to run back to him?

If looks could kill, Jeremy wouldv'e been dead a long time ago.

"That was before you ghosted her to fuck another women, if I'm not mistaken."

You notice that he's playing the jealous boyfriend role a little too well. But that can't be right. You must be thinking way too deep into it.

"And she can talk for herself, if I'm not mistaken," Jeremy counters back, his hands balled into fists at his sides.

If you don't stop this now, things are going to get messy.

"Jeremy, just fuck off. I'm with Rafe now. But I'm sure you have plenty of girls to fuck tonight." Jeremy steps back in shock of your words. You're not used to speaking to him like that. You never have until now.

When you were together, you wanted to be the picture-perfect girlfriend. Never talking back and doing everything he told you to do. A part of you knew he didn't truly like you. But deep down, you wanted him to. It was your way of making him stay.

But as your relationship grew more toxic, and with countless times of him pulling away from you, the more you realised you didn't need to be that girl anymore.

You could be just as bitchy as you wanted. And nobody could change that.

"Fucking Pogue," Jeremy disses before making a huge scene and walking off. Not before tipping the tray that one of the waitresses was holding.

You felt bad for her, going over to help pick up the remnants of the broken glass from the floor. Rafe was quick to help too, kneeling down next to you. "Thanks." She smiles at you, and you return the gesture.

"No problem."

Rafe couldn't help how badly he wanted to kiss you. In this moment, he knew you were it for him.

"What's wrong? Why are you staring at me like that?" You laugh, trying to get his attention. Rafe was miles off, truly debating whether to kiss you or fuck the bet.

"N-nothing," he stutters. And that catches you off guard. Rafe's not one to stutter. Like, ever.

"Is the waitress your crush you've been talking about?" You conclude after putting the pieces together in your head. He was stuttering because he'd seen her there. "She's pretty."

Not as pretty as you, he thinks to himself.

Rafe wants to press his lips on yours, and show you just how wrong you are. But he takes the easier route instead. "Y-yes?" It's more of a question than a response. And he's surprised that you don't question him on the uncertainty in his voice.

He's not really sure how he's going to get out of this one. He hasn't met that waitress a day in his life. And it makes his skin crawl at the thought of another girl that isn't you.

You, on the other hand, feel a tad bit jealous. Of course the girl he likes had to be extremely gorgeous — and the complete opposite of you. "Let me give you some pointers."

Rafe is confused by your response. He kind of wanted there to be some indication that you were jealous. But you weren't giving him anything. Not that he could see of, anyway.

"Go ahead."

"Okay, first rule. Basic one, really," you start, and he's giving you his undivided attention. He's hoping that whatever you tell him will get you to like him back. "Don't be a dick. Girls don't like dickheads."

"Noted. Anything else?" he asks, pulling out the notes app on his phone.

"Hm, maybe show her you're serious. If you can't commit, then what's the point. And never keep secrets. That's like the most important rule."

Rafe knows he can't keep lying to you. And the thought of you hating him later on down the line makes his smile instantly drop.

Luckily for him, you don't notice the change in his reaction, taking a sip of the alcoholic drink you'd managed to snatch from one of the waiters. "But other than that, just tell her how much you like her. You won't know unless you try."

Tasting the beverage makes you want to puke, the vile contents hitting your throat. "This tastes fucking disgusting."

For the rest of the night, Rafe is on edge. How in the hell are you going to react to learning about the bet. He wishes that he'd never started it, but he's in too deep now.

He could've just told you how he felt from the start. Now he's complicated those chances.

"Wanna dance?" You ask Rafe out of nowhere, feeling like sitting down and doing nothing is starting to get boring.

You already know his response before he even opens his mouth. "No."

Just like that, he's shutting the idea down. But you're just as stubborn as he is. And he knows it too. "Come on, just one dance. I promise no one will think lesser of you for it."

He's about to decline again, before he catches a glimpse at the sparkle in your eyes pleading him to say yes. And he'd be damned if he ever said no to such a pretty girl.

"Just one, Y/N," he mumbles, almost incoherently as if admitting to wanting to dance was a sin. "And that's it."

"Totally," you say, not really meaning it.

He has no chance of backing out now as you lead him to the dance floor.

Rafe is just thankful that the song is a slow one, not really feeling like doing any other type. If it were, he'd probably just be stuck on the dance floor doing nothing but standing there like a fish out of water.

But with a slow song, he gets to wrap his hand around your waist while the other is embraced in yours. He gets to be close to you, and feel your head on his chest. Maybe saying yes was a good thing after all.

It makes him want to stay like this forever.

After the song ends and something upbeat plays, Rafe is quick to sit back down with you, hands still in yours. That is, until a drunken Jeremy rushes up to punch him in the face.

And his hands are taking multiple swings at Rafe's face, your once connected hands not so connected anymore. The motion gives you whiplash, and you're forced to witness it from the sidelines, fear creeping in.

What the fuck is happening?

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rafeslvttygirl · 21 days ago

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Undelivered - Rafe Cameron (CH. 4)

₊˚ପ⊹ pairing ; rafe cameron x badass!fem!reader (enemies to lovers!)

₊˚ପ⊹ chapter warnings ; bad language, jealousy, slight mention of toxic relationship

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"Are you sure it’s not Brittany?" You ask Rafe for what feels like the millionth time since he told you. And now he's the one eager to get away from you.

You were shocked that Rafe could catch feeling for anyone, it was simply unheard of to you. He's always the type of guy to fuck someone and forget their name the next day.

But for him to have feelings for anyone other than himself was like an other-worldly thing to you.

"It's not Brittany, for fuck sake." You can tell that the topic is a touchy one for Rafe, so you decide not to pressure him for more. For now, that is.

"Alright, I'll stop," you laugh, surrendering with two hands up. "But why are you willing to help me get Jeremy back? I thought you were trying to seduce me, or something."

Your words make Rafe choke, clearly not having planned this idea through properly.

"Is it that insane to think I'd help you?"

That question alone was enough to make you keel over in laughter. And that was a clear answer to his definitely insane question.

"Pretty much, yeah," you try to get your words out, the laughter taking everything out of you. "But thanks for making me laugh."

You're laughing, but he sure isn't. And when you notice just how serious he looks, you stand up fully to meet his gaze. "Shit- you're not joking?"

"Never was, Y/N. Now is that a yes?"

"How would we make him jealous?" You say in regards to Jeremy, and ignoring Rafe's question entirely. "It's been hard to get him to even talk to me these days."

Your response makes Rafe want to punch that fucking guy. If he were in Jeremy's shoes, he'd treat you a lot better than he ever did. And he'd never even think of cheating on you.

"We've gotta make it believable somehow." Rafe steps closer to you, eyes focused on yours as he speaks. "You got a date to the Midsummers next week?"

You shake your head no, and Rafe smirks at that, clearing liking the answer. If you were going to prentend to be together, you'd have to get these feelings for him out of the way as quickly as possible.

Because there's no way you should mix this arrangement with unnecessary feelings. Or it would lead to chaos. And you're not in the mood to deal with that.

"On one condition," you state, and Rafe's ears perk up at your request. "We need to match outfits." The look on his face makes it all worth it. You can tell he doesn't do couple-y shit like that.

You're gonna have a lot more fun than you realised.

"I regret this already," he groans.

"No going back now." You can't help the smile that graces your lips. And the sight has him looking down at those lips of yours, almost in a trance. "What time should I be ready for?"

Rafe is taken out of his stupor by your words, struggling to get his sentence out. "By eight, I think."

"Great. I'll be at yours a couple hours early to get ready."

And you did indeed stay true to your words, as you're currently sitting in front of Sarah's full length mirror, applying your makeup. It's been a whole week of holding hands with Rafe, trying to make it as believable as possible. As well as going on dates in the most popular areas in town.

You'd taken countless pictures of you two, and posted them on your socials. It was all fun in theory, until he was being a lot nicer and fun to be around. Your mission was becoming blurry to you.

You knew this would happen. And you only had yourself to blame.

Sarah eyes you through the mirror, her suspicions being kept under the radar. That is, until she sees you sitting with the same smile she's seen you with since last week. It was odd.

"What's going on with you these days, Y/N?" She finally asks after hours of keeping silence. She's just been watching, thinking that she's just imagining things. But it's never ending. "One would think you're in love or something."

That made you stop smiling, the realisation hitting you like a ton of bricks. You'd spend so much time with Rafe, you'd gone and did the one thing you were trying so hard to avoid.

You'd fallen for Rafe fucking Cameron.

After your lack of response fills the air, Sarah gasps aloud, thinking that she's put the puzzle pieces together. "Wait- is it Jeremy. Did he finally get his shit together and take you back?"

Hearing those words escape her mouth was like hearing the answers you'd been looking for all along. You could care less for Jeremy or getting him back.

You wanted Rafe.

How the fuck are you going to act around him now? You spent so much of this week with him, yet the mere thought of seeing him tonight was making you nervous.

You didn't know if you'd rather keep those feelings, or squash those butterflies you feel into pieces until you were finally back to your senses. Your mind was all over the place.

"I don't fucking know."

You could've just told her you were dating her brother. To get it out of the way and off your chest. This is technically what you're supposed to be doing. Letting it be out in the open, and be public.

But the idea of saying it out loud made it real. And you didn't want it to be real.

"You've gotta get super glammed up for him then, girly," Sarah says, rushing to her closet so she can get the dress she picked out for you. "Gotta make him miss what he lost, right?"

She pulls out the most ethereal floral minty green dress, a huge slit on the side, and the square neckline enough to show a little cleavage. It was breathtaking.

Just before you can object, or tell her that it's not Jeremy you're thinking about constantly, Wheezie waltzes into Sarah's room with a pout on her lips.

"It's not fair," she groans for the millionth time this week. She wasn't all that happy about missing the Midsummers party, due to her age. A part of you felt bad.

"Well, you'll get to go when you're older, Wheeze," Sarah reassures her, applying some lipstick on through her tiny vanity mirror. "Just like… five more years till then."

That statement makes her groan as she flops her legs off the edge of Sarah's bed. "It's still not fair. I wish I was older."

"You're not missing much, Wheeze," you tell her honestly. "And being old isn't all that fun. Trust me."

Sarah and Wheezie chuckle at your words. As well as the person that enters. It's Rafe. And he looks as handsome as ever in his minty green suit, messy hair unkempt, making him ten times hotter. If that was even possible.

You realised that he'd kept true to his words, matching your outfit perfectly. And that alone didn't help with your brewing feelings for him.

"Mind if I borrow my girlfriend?" Rafe says, completely unaware that you haven't told them about your fake relationship status yet.

And you're quick to notice Sarah and Wheezie's eyes go wide. "What the fuck?" Sarah pipes up, Wheezie sitting up from the bed.

"Whose your girlfriend?" Wheezie asks before gasping to herself like she's just uncovered something she shouldn't have. "Wait, Y/N…?"

"Shut up." Rafe rolls his eyes at his sisters before his eyes take you in. And he swears he's never seen anyone as perfect as you, the sight of you causing his heart to beat too fast. "Shit- you look… beautiful."

"Wait, let's back track to what you said earlier," Sarah speaks up, not one to forget or let things go that easily. "Did you just-"

"Yes, Sarah. Didn't picture you as the dumb one, but I guess I was wrong," Rafe interrupts and she shuts her mouth immediately, pouting her lips.

Once you get to the party, you notice the string lights on the wooden poles, posh Kooks standing around, and surprisingly the Pogues too. They're all undercover, it seems. Being discreet to not start a riot.

You try to spot Jeremy in the crowds. The faster you get to your main mission, the faster you can get this over and done with. You didn't really want to be around Rafe. Not if your feelings for him were rapidly changing.

"What's on your mind?" Rafe asks as you both walk around, his hands in yours just for show.

"Just trying to figure out who this unlucky girl is that's made you go all mushy," you tease but he just squeezes your hand firmly. You try to ignore the way it warms your insides. And focus on how Jeremy might react to this.

You hadn't seen him since that party the other week. You thought he'd probably gotten bored of stringing you along. But you knew that was far from the truth when he'd liked one of your pictures. The one where you're with Rafe.

He'd been in your DMs like the slimy snake that he was.

If you weren't already over him, you would've overlooked how toxic he was in the relationship. Getting over Jeremy was like taking off the blindfold covering your eyes all this time.

"Tell me about her," you ask Rafe, wanting to think of anything other than Jeremy at this moment. "You don't have to tell me her name, or anything."

Rafe is panicking. How the hell is he going to tell you about yourself? So, he comes up with the only thing that feels right. To tell you the opposite about yourself.

"Um, she's smart," he laughs to himself. But with the look in your eyes telling him to carry on, he can't help but express how he truly feels about you. "And I think about her every day. Even if she can be a pain in the ass sometimes."

"Woah," you respond, suddenly feeling stupid for liking someone who clearly doesn't like you back. If he's talking about another girl like that, then you should probably quit while you're ahead. "I'm curious who this girl is now. She must be really awesome."

You look away, trying to keep your emotions in check. If you were to ruin your mascara, it would give it all away. And you can't handle being seen as weak. But as you do, Rafe's eyes never leave you.

He desperately wishes he could hold you right now. Tell you that you're the girl he can't stop thinking about. "She is."

Just before he can continue, you spot Jeremy from a distance. "Shit- he's here," you tell him, looking at Rafe again.

He immediately understands who you're talking about, bringing you closer to him by your waist. You can't help but look up at him, taken aback by the action.

You really need to get this night over with because your heart really can't handle being this close to him anymore. "Y/N?" Jeremy interrupts your silent internal battle.

Well, there's no turning back now.

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rafeslvttygirl · 22 days ago

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i cackled

Gender and sex are NOT the same thing. Gender is what you identify as, while sex is what I’m having with Rafe Cameron tonight. Stay informed

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rafeslvttygirl · 25 days ago

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Girl Code - Rafe Cameron

✘ pairing ; rafe cameron x fem!reader

✘ warnings ; nsfw (18+) , cheating (i don't condone this!) , biting/ mentions of blood, unprotected sex, choking, petnames, praising, countdown, daddy kink, oral (f!receiving) , fingering, dirty talk

better read in light mode

✘ wordcount ; 2.3k

summary ; rafe is dating your best friend. everything seems good between them. that is until the moment you first meet him, he can’t stop staring at you like he wants you. and despite not wanting to break the first rule of the girl code, you can’t help but want him too.

ever since you met sofia on your first day at college, she's been nothing but sweet to you. she even invited you to parties and hung around you when you had no one else. you guys were so close, in fact, she even let you temporarily stay at her house until you sorted some things out.

you'd trust her to stand by the girl code, so why couldn't you?

the answer to that question would be because of her new boyfriend, rafe cameron. you'd seen him a couple of times around figure 8.

he wasn't hard to miss. not when his title of being the prince kook was the only thing anyone could talk about. you'd always seen him from afar, never close enough to speak. just enough to catch his eyes on you a couple times at the country club.

and over time you'd developed a tiny crush, way before sofia was even introducing him as her new boyfriend.

but despite the news of their relationship, you'd so hard to forget him, and those uncontrollable feelings you had for him. but that isn't quite as easy when she'd given him an extra key to her place. for whenever he needed space from his dad.

things between sofia and rafe were seemingly going well.

but as he waltzes right into sofia's place this morning, you're met with those hypnotising blue eyes you can't stop thinking about. when you shamelessly touch yourself to the thought of his eyes on you the whole time. while you're sleeping in sofia's guest bedroom, thinking of ways her boyfriend's fingers would feel replacing yours.

he was even better looking up close.

rafe's standing right in front of you, about six-feet-something, and that alone is enough to get you high on the sight of him.

he's exactly your type. and that's exactly your problem.

about two months ago, your sister had introduced you to her boyfriend. and you ended up giving him head the next day. it wasn't like you had planned for it to happen.

but i guess you have a kink for sleeping with taken men.

"…and rafe, this is y/n," sofia introduces you two, raising her hands like expecting you to shake his hand, or something. and you'd be more than willing to do that. if it wasn't for the fact you're trying not to fantasise about it being wrapped around your neck instead. "don't be shy, he doesn't bite."

rafe's eyes never leave yours, until they skim over your body — taking in your soft pair of silky lace shorts you have on, the top you paired it with letting your breasts peak out a little. the sight is complete eye candy for him.

you felt embarrassed under his stare, feeling way too naked all of a sudden. you had no idea he was arriving this morning, so you didn't have time to freshen up or change into something more appropriate.

but rafe didn't seem to mind.

after what feels like hours, his eyes never stray away from yours. even when sofia is talking about her plans for the day, or whatever the fuck she was spewing about. you blanked out honestly, completely enraptured by rafe instead.

maybe you're overreacting it, maybe he's only looking at you because he's scared of meeting you for the first time.

but he won't stop staring… like he wants you.

"h-hi," you falter as he takes your hand for a simple handshake. but when his hands don't leave yours, you have to physically restrain yourself from jumping him, kissing him until he's training you to say only his name.

it's only been a week after you initially met him, and his hands are already wrapped around your neck like a collar on a dog. you were his bitch now.

you walked in on him after his shower. sofia had gone out for some retail therapy, and you decided to stay in instead.

and you're glad you did. especially seeing the hardness of his defined abs, the only thing on him being the loosely fitted towel around his waist. the water droplets cascade down his stomach, catching one drip down his happy trail. and the sight didn't help with your wondering imagination.

you wanted to lick him extra clean.

like a bad habit you swear only happens when you think of him, you hold your bottom lip between your teeth. you knew that falling for your best friends boyfriend was wrong. but something about him made your morals all messy.

"y'let anyone else bite that lip of yours, doll?" rafe asks, brazenly staring at your lips, the slight marks of blood drawing from your mouth catching his sight. he's so fucking desperate to lick it clean for you.

rafe swears he's a depraved man, swears that his obsession with you is leading him down a path he'll gladly never return from.

but when you're falling into his hands like the perfect little slut, he'll give anything to get you. even if he has to use sofia as bait, pretending to the public that their relationship isn't flawed.

he doesn't wan't sofia. he wants you. you're the girl he sees. the short skirts you wear, the soft glances you give him. in his head, you've always been his.

keeping your gaze grounded to the floor, it's only a matter of time before he's got his fingers tangled in your hair, pulling your head back to face his burning blue eyes. "god, you're such a naughty girl."

he presses open mouthed kisses along your neck, leaving purple-ish marks as he does. the towel that once supported him is now on the floor, his large muscular arms wrapped around your waist. you’re kind of glad that they are, because you can barely feel your legs at this point.

"rafe…" you beg, feeling one of his hands make contact with the soft flesh of your thigh, pushing your legs apart. you can feel his fingers toying with your still-clothed cunt. and you want more. "please."

"i see the way you dress around me." rafe ignores your pleas, however tempting they may be, and whispers dark and low against the shell of your ear. "like these tiny fucking booty shorts you wear… should i rip them off, and see how wet you are f'me, hm?"

before you can even form a coherent response, he releases his grip on you, leaving you to physically shudder from the loss of contact. he takes a look at your disheveled appearance, lips cocking up into a smirk.

then he takes his sweet time before stepping closer, lifting you up in his arms like you're feather light. his fingers slide inside your shorts, rubbing the nub of your sensitive clit.

you're way too lost in the way his fingers feel, sliding against your weat heat, to realise how lewd you must look in front of him — your hair a mess from his tight grip, and the pornographic moans escaping your pouty lips.

nothing about the look in his eyes is gentle. you can feel the pool of your upcoming release, can hear the lewd sounds of your stickiness resound in the hallway. you're a fucking mess, heaving and panting for him to keep going. "you gonna cum f'me, baby?"

nodding your head as a response, rafe immediately takes his hand out of your shorts, but doesn't entirely move away from you. he places a hold on your thighs, prompting you to wrap your shaky legs around his torso, and leads you both to sofia's room.

"mh- taking me so well…" rafe pants against your ear, pounding into your sweet pussy. so hard, you swear the headboard might break. he doesn't slow down, keeping the pace fast as he feels you wrap around his cock like a glove.

the tip of him reaches your g-spot relentlessly, your walls fluttering around him. "fuck… you like this? being fucked when your best friend could walk in at any moment?"

you couldn’t respond, the only sound coming out of your mouth being a strangled cry, the thought of sofia walking in right now turning you on so much.

"yes- please, oh my g-god." you could barely speak, a spew of nonsense escaping your 'o' shaped lips as rafe fills you full of his veiny, throbbing cock.

"use your words, baby," he teases you, hands finding their way back to your throat. right where they belong. "what do you need from me, hm?"

"please fuck me, daddy," you confess. "wan'you to cum inside."

"it's okay, baby. i'll do just that. cum on daddy's cock first like a good girl."

you quickly obey his orders, your thighs trembling violently, that familiar knot in your lower belly exploding as your walls clamp down on his dick. he still doesn't slow down, chasing his own high.

"good girl," rafe praises, his hands meeting the soft bulge in your stomach. he can feel himself there. leaning down to capture your lips, you feel him stagger a groan. he's close. "good fucking girl."

his thrusts falter slightly before he's ramming his seed deep inside your womb. and you can feel it all, his forehead pressed against yours as he fills you up.

rafe collapses onto the side of the bed beside you, keeping his large hand on your stomach still.

"this was a mistake," you muttered.

after the high had worn off, you were left to realise the severity of your actions. trying to sit up on the bed, you shiver under his touch that's lazily making circles on your back. you don't know what possessed you to betray your only friend. you'd done it with your sisters boyfriend too — felt so guilty afterwards.

it's what you do best, after all.

and by the looks of it, rafe won't let you go that easily. he wants you. and technically, you want him too. but you wouldn't… shouldn't do that to sofia.

"i want you…" he kisses along the softness of your shoulder, making you let out a silent moan. "i only want you, y/n."

"but-"

he doesn't give you a second to respond before his lips are on yours, pulling your body flush against his. "you don't know how long i've waited to get you."

his confession gives you butterflies. you hated to admit it, but you'd fallen for him and there was no going back now. "sofia is your girlfriend, rafe. i can't ruin your relationship with her. i shouldn't have betrayed her. i'm so stupid-"

you ramble on, but he cuts you off. "hey- hey, you're not stupid. i've wanted to break things off with sofia a long time ago, trust me."

cupping your face in his hands, his eyes land on your lips. the distance between you two becomes nonexistent, and you can barely think straight. “i’ve only ever had eyes for you.”

it was true you felt remorseful for your actions. but clearly not enough to stay away from the person that was strictly off-limits. something about rafe was like a magnetic pull you just couldn't stay away from.

and as exact proof of that, the next day he's placed right between your delicious thighs. your pretty cunt is displayed like a buffet right in front of him, ready to eat out.

"you look so pretty like this, baby." rafe has his eyes glued to yours as if nothing else in the world matters to him more. only this pretty view of you laying on his bed. "tell me again who 'ya belong to."

you'd even become foolish enough to visit tannyhill, and after the sneaky fuck you guys had in sofia's room yesterday, you can't deny how quickly you'd surrendered to his cock. to having it tear your insides out, and rearranging your guts to the brink of a sweet orgasm.

"y-you," your voice falters.

"hm… i like the sound of that."

now he's back to tongue-fucking your clit while two fingers enter your sopping wet heat. you can't help the string of loud moans that escape you, feeling him hum against your needy pussy. and then by the time you feel an orgasm approaching, he's adding a third finger. "rafe, i-"

"you gonna cum, pretty girl?"

you instantly nod your head, but then the sensation stops. he's pulling his fingers out, a string of your wetness coating his three digits, making a harsh whimper escape your lips. "not yet."

rafe raises to his feet, his whole toned physique towering over the edge of the bed. the way his ocean blue eyes burn through yours has your pussy contracting on nothing.

"gotta take a look at what's mine first, before i fuck that sweet pussy of yours."

not a second later, he's pushing you down on your back, and shifting your body closer to him on the edge. his big, angry, veiny cock is pulsating with need to be inside of you right now. you can't wait for it to completely fill you up. and when it does, you love the way the sun glistens, showing his adams apple bobbing as he groans out your name.

"look at you, taking all of me like the slut you are." his dirty words are like your undoing. your drug. his callouses wrap perfectly around your neck, making stars appear in your vision.

and just like that, you're clenching so hard around his cock, it leaves him to speed up. "shittt- baby… that feels so fucking good."

his thrusts stay consistent, making sure you take every inch of him. "harder, rafey,"

the nickname has him speeding up impossibly faster. you're a panting mess, the fluttering of your walls surrounding his cock sending rafe into complete bliss. he's pounding into you so fucking fast, you can feel his balls slapping against your ass.

rafe's movements become weak, sloppy, his head tilting back as he fucks you like you're his personal toy. "cum with me, baby. five… four…" a countdown. "three… two… one."

and on the very last number, you both cum at the same time. he stays inside of you, his hands finding themselves brushing disheveled pieces of hair out of your face. then he takes one good look at you, and you reciprocate the action.

"i'm yours, rafey."

"call me rafey again, baby. i liked it."

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rafeslvttygirl · 26 days ago

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— hand kink

synopsis ; bambi!reader being obsessed with rafe’s veiny hands content warnings ; horny!reader, sexual teasing, slight fingering

rafe's hands have always been your weakness.

big, rough, veiny — the kind that makes your head spin whenever he flexes them just right. and tonight, he's making it worse.

sitting across from him on the couch, you watch as he casually drags a hand through his buzzed hair, forearm flexing, veins threatening to explode. the sight has your thighs pressing together on instinct.

rafe catches it, of course he does.

his lips curl into a smirk as he leans back, spreading his legs wider, resting his arms on the back of the couch. taunting you.

"you're staring, sweetheart." his voice is deep, knowing that something is off with you today. you've been staring at his hands all day, it's hard not to notice.

your mouth goes dry. "n-no, i'm not."

rafe laughs, shaking his head before reaching for you, gripping the soft flesh of your thigh just high enough to make you press your thighs together again. you let out a soft gasp when his veiny hand makes contact with your shorts, a wet patch forming.

"should'a known my girl had a hand kink," he teases, putting pressure on your clothed core some more. your breathing stutters before he’s unbuttoning your shorts, and sliding that veiny hand of his down your panties, to your aching pussy.

the way he moves his hand so agonisingly slow, makes soft whimpers escape your lips, buckling your hips up to meet his touch. "s' my girl dripping wet f'me already?"

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rafeslvttygirl · 27 days ago

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s2 rafe lets Bunny! Reader give him a blow job for the first time!

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"Come on, baby. You know I need you. Please?" rafe pleads, coked out as usual but you didn't mind it!

you looked up at him with a mixture of confusion and concern

"Rafey… I don't know how" your voice barely above a whisper "I've never… done that before. I don't know how to… suck your dick." you say as your face flushed with embarrassment, and you looked away.

rafes eye were glossy, his pupils dilated, and his speech slurred.

"Come on baby don't be like that. I need you to… to do this for me. Just put your mouth on it yeah? It'll be good I promise. You'll like it"

He was already stripping...he pulled down his pants and underwear. His erection sprang free, and he grabbed it, his hand moving up and down in a quick motion.

"You trust me don’t you? get on your knees."

you nodded quickly sinking to your knees...you didnt want to make rafey mad or dissapointed.

the floor felt cold and hard beneath you. you hear him whisper a soft 'good girl' as you stare at it.

When you looked up, you saw... it. It was pink and long, and it had veins. "Rafe... this isn't going to fit" you said frowning a little.

Rafe exhales sharply jaw tightening

“Baby just try it for me yeah?”

You looked up at Rafe, your eyes locked on him

you stuck out your tongue and touched... it. Rafe made a noise and his eyes closed. you started to lick it and it felt... weird. But you wanted to make Rafe happy so you kept going. it was big. It felt like it was going to split your lips.

everytime you guys had sex, you didn't see it this close..only felt it..you knew it was big but not THIS BIG.

His taste was salty but also sweet. you were surprised by how much you liked it.

you moved your head up and down and you felt his cock throbbing and pulsing in your mouth.

"Shit… that’s your first time? You sure about that?" he gripped your hair pushing you deeper.

You gagged, your saliva was dripping down his shaft lubricating him and making it easier for you to move your head up and down.

the back of your throat burned but you didn't want to stop..You swirled your tongue around his cock, you want him to cum...you were eager to taste it for the first time.

"fuckkk keep doing that." he groaned his hand still gripping your hair but just resting there.

You looked up at him and your eyes locking onto his. He was already watching you his eyes intense and passionate

your eyes were full of innocence, curiosity and vulnerability, it made rafe want to cum just looking at them.

"Shit… don’t...don’t look at me like that."

You felt his cock start to twitch

As you sucked you searched for the sensitive spot that would make him come. You were trying to learn his body.

You sucked harder, you were lost in the sensation of his cock in your mouth..then you heard him groan above you.

you felt his cum shooting out of his cock and into your mouth. it was warm and sticky and it tasted sweet and slightly bitter.

You didn't know if you should swallow it so you let it drip out your mouth, down your chin.

you pulled back gasping for air and you looked up at Rafe and saw the satisfaction in his eyes.

He seemed to be savoring the sight of you and his eyes locked onto the sticky liquid as it trickled down your skin.

"Fuck baby" Rafe whispered his voice low and husky. "You're so damn beautiful like that."

He reached out a hand and his fingers gently tracing the path of his cum as it dripped down your chin.

your underwear was already damp from the excitement of sucking Rafe's cock but it grew wetter and more uncomfortable.

You could feel the fabric clinging to your skin.

"It's... salty" your mouth still full of cum

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rafeslvttygirl · 27 days ago

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Undelivered - Rafe Cameron (CH. 3)

₊˚ପ⊹ pairing ; rafe cameron x badass!fem!reader (enemies to lovers!)

₊˚ପ⊹ chapter warnings ; bad language, sexual teasing, jealousy

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You'd never said those words to him before. And suddenly, you regretted saying them when seeing Rafe back away from you slowly. You didn't know why the sight of him retracting made you miss him being so close. But you did. And you'd give anything to make that feeling go away.

"Get home safely, Y/N," Rafe says after a few beats of silence.

You didn't like how his words cut a lot deeper than they should've, but as he's turning his back to walk away from you, your breath is cut short.

The dilemma of calling him back to apologise, and just turning your back to get in your damn car, was weighing on you.

But you decide not to overthink, hesitantly getting in your car and starting the engine.

Rafe, on the other hand, is still thinking about that bet. Hearing you say those words cut him deeper than he'd like to imagine. If he did continue with this, then you'd end up hating him even more.

And that thought alone was making the bet less tempting.

But he'd be damned if he didn't at least try, his competitiveness taking over his morality. And the next day, he's approaching you at work, wanting to win you for real.

You didn't notice him until he was right in front of you, the tray in your hands topped with people's drinks almost spilling over. Rafe has his hands in his pockets, standing as casual as ever like he didn’t just give you a near heart attack.

"Rafe! You scared the shit out of me!"

Instead of responding, Rafe pulls out his phone to show you something.

That fucking pervert.

On his screen were your nudes you'd sent him the other night. That asshole had now made it his lockscreen, and is showing it off like its something he's proud of.

"I look at this every night, I need some more of these."

Rafe has the nerve to chuckle at your stunned expression, and at this point you're so fucking done with him.

To think that you'd genuinely hurt him with your words, and this is how he wants to play. Well, two can play that game, you think to yourself.

Placing the tray down on the table near the bar, you spot both Topper and Kelce in their usual spots. And you make it over to them.

Without so much as a word, you bend down to lock lips with Topper, not really thinking about anything but to tease Rafe. You wanted him to get the hint and leave you alone. And what better way than to show him than this.

If Rafe thought you were easy to fuck with, then you'd show him that you're anything but. You'd like to think that you're just as competitive as him, if not more.

As you pull away from Topper, you quickly apologise and dust yourself off before continuing to serve customers as if nothing happened. But as you brush past Rafe, you're almost certain there's something like jealousy or anger laced in those beautiful blue eyes of his.

And you're beaming from ear to ear at the thought of getting on his nerves. You were dead serious when you said you didn't want be considered as another one of his whores.

He could tease you all he wanted, and you could feel all those butterflies swarming when you're around him, but nothing would ever change that.

You remember hanging out with Sarah a couple times last year, and he'd brought home different girls like they were simply objects, rotating between them.

And you'd rather die than become one.

You were serving customers while you shuddered at the thought. And then, out of nowhere, an unexpected tug pulls you back.

And you're met with a furious looking Rafe. You figured he was still annoyed at your kiss with his friend. It hadn't even been a minute yet, and he's already treating you like you belong to him. Like hot trash.

"Cute game you're playing," Rafe's tone is just as harsh as the hold he has on your wrist. It's that unwavering stare that has your plans of teasing him a lot more challenging than you'd hoped. "But don't ever do that again."

If you didn't control those feeling of yours ASAP, you'd have to seek therapy, or something.

"And what game would that be?" You ask innocently, wanting to get on his nerve some more. "Go on Rafe, you're not mute."

And it's then that he's got you backed up on the nearest wall, eyes swarming yours like he's not playing. But little does he know, neither are you. You're not backing down.

You try to push him off you, but he's not budging.

"What have I done to make you hate me, hm?" Rafe asks like the thought of someone hating him was unheard of. Like you hating him was unheard of.

"I don't know, Rafe. But what I do know is I'm not going to be your little play thing. I'm sure that blonde bimbo Brittany is up for a quickie though."

You can't help it. The words are out of your mouth, and your feelings are out in the open for him to dissect. You'd remembered Brittany like it was yesterday.

When she'd stumbled upon the Tannyhill residence in all her glory, you and Sarah greeting her as if you weren't talking about her arrival earlier that day.

The both of you couldn't help yourselves, wanting to see if she was just another brain dead girl Rafe had brought to the house. And lo and behold, she was the most brain dead of them all.

But she wasn't like the other ones. No, she was the bitchiest. And a lot more frequent than them too. You swore at one point that she only ever came over just to spite you.

That she hated you being so close to Rafe, and that you caught his attention more than he cared for her. But those were just your silly theories, your mind probably playing tricks on you.

At least that's what you thought, until you heard her moaning in his room loud enough to get your reaction.

You were sleeping over that night, and Brittany knew what she was doing, even going the extra mile of confronting you when you left Sarah's room to get some water.

And you always remembered that, even till this day.

"I don't even want to know who the hell you're talking about," Rafe responds, just as confused as you'd expected him to be. Of course he doesn't remember her. He's had plenty of girls in his bed since then.

"You know what, forget it. I'm going back to work," you huff out an exasperated breath, wanting to look busy in case your boss sees you standing around for more than a second too long.

But Rafe is quick to pull you right back. "W-wait, hold on. I need to tell you something."

"If this is about the kiss, it doesn't concern you." Rafe rolls his eyes at how tough you're making this for him.

And the mention of the kiss isn't helping either. “Just shut up and let me speak."

Even he's shocked by his choice of words, but he continues. "There's this girl I like.” You listen to the news, standing there like this is all irrelevant to you. And quite frankly, it is.

"And why the hell should I care?" You interrupt, not giving a shit about his attempts at making you shut up and listen.

"If you pretend to be mine, I'll help make Jeremy jealous of you."

Well, you definitely weren't expecting that, that's for sure.

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