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rafeandonlyrafe · 5 months ago

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the bosses daughter part one

words: 1.9k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, male and female receiving oral, p in v sex, unprotected sex, semi public sex, golfer!rafe

part one / part two

“who is that?” rafe asks, leaning forward to get a better view of the ponytail that's swishing through a sea of polo shirts.

“bosses daughter.” his coworker quickly warns. “don't even acknowledge her of he'll fire your ass.”

rafe doesn't take the threat too seriously. he's mostly just working to please his dad and show ward that he can commit to something, even if it is just teaching golf lessons twice a week.

“she's hot though.” he argues back, eyes moving down your back to the short golf skirt covering your ass, accentuated by your thick thighs.

“which is why she'll never go for you anyways.” despite his coworkers jokes, he's got it all wrong.

“why hello.” you smile, walking up to rafe a while later, when he's out away from the central club and warming up with some swings. “i don't think we've met before. im y/n.”

“rafe.” he answers happily, finishing the last ball of the line off with a powerful swing that you both watch go sailing through the air. “pleasure to meet you.”

“you haven't been working here long.” you state. “im sure i would have remembered you.”

“oh yeah?” rafe smirks. “and why's that?”

your cheeks tinge with blush but it doesn't stop your tongue. “you're just my type. i already remember all the cute golf guys.”

“all of them?” rafe raises his eyebrows. “you're already making me jealous, princess.”

“well, if it makes you feel better you're the one i left the club to find.” you hum out, leaning your hip against his golf cart.

“and it would make me feel even better if you found me again after my lesson.” rafe looks at the 10 year old he's been teaching as he trods through the grass. “don't want your dad to get mad about me missing a lesson, though i would for you gorgeous.”

you smile, biting your tongue to stop yourself from continuing to flirt as the mother of the young golfer crests the hill. you watch the lesson for a few minutes before retreating back to the country club.

“any of the guys giving you shit, y/n?” your dad calls as you enter into the bar area, of course sat chatting with a customer and longtime family friend, which was the category most of the clientele

fell into.

“nope.” you answer, popping your p. “i was just watching a lesson for a bit. cute little kid and the instructor was real nice. i think he's new.”

“rafe?” your dad raises his eyebrows and you don't miss his friend chuckling. “you stay away from him y/n.” he says sternly.

“ugh, you tell me to stay away from everyone dad.” you roll your eyes dramatically.

“exactly.” your dad says, giving you a pointed look.

you give him a pout right back and leave the room, finding a quiet spot to scroll on your phone as you wait for time to pass, ready to not take your father's advice.

you figure rafes lesson must be over by now and make your way back outside, deciding to ditch the golf cart and go on foot looking for him. you make it only a short distance down the main path until you spot him.

“still jealous?” you question, sliding into the passenger seat of his golf cart. rafe instantly takes off, driving you slowly away from the centralized area.

“depends on what you were doing while i was teaching.” rafe hums out, a hand reaching over to place itself on your thigh, a still respectable distance for now.

“oh, just getting a lecture from my dad to stay away from you.”

“and yet here you are…” rafes hand inches higher. “letting me drive you away from the club.”

“hopefully to the most isolated spot…” you take rafes hand and move it upwards, guiding his fingers underneath your skirt, making your intentions blatantly obvious.

“as concealed as possible, yeah?” rafe asks, hand slipping between your thighs, pressing against your core as he begins to stroke softly. “not a fan of being watched?”

“not when everyone would run back to tell my father.” you chuckle before gasping as rafes fingers change their angle to rub directly against your clit.

“then your better keep a straight face while we drive past these guys.” rafe warns. your eyes blink open, you hadn't even realized that you closed them.

you let out a soft moan as rafe presses further into your clit, knowing that the front of the golf cart is blocking their view of his hand underneath your skirt.

“come on, at least try to hide how good im making you feel.” rafe smirks at you as you attempt to straighten out your face as you drive by, thankfully the golfers are more interested in their game than whoever is speeding by.

rafe moves to a hole that's been taken off the course in favor for new builds, waiting for it to be revamped, meaning no one is likely to be around.

“behind the trees.” you point ahead at a patch of pines that should conceal you perfectly.

rafe pulls his hand from your pants as you let out a huff of disapproval, only for him to quickly put the car into park.

you both jump at each other at the same time, lips finding lips as you straddle rafe, hands on his neck as you kiss him passionately.

rafes hands are now free to explore without worrying about wandering eyes, rubbing down your back before dropping to grip your ass from underneath the flap of your skirt.

you can't help yourself, needing the stimulation back on your clit as you push your hips down, grinding against rafes cock as you feel him stiffening and growing underneath you.

“wanna suck you off.” you tell rafe, sliding off his lap and onto the floor of the golf cart.

“hell fucking yeah.” rafe growls out, watching with anticipation as you reach for the zipper on his golf shorts, tugging at the metal until he lifts his hips to help you pull the khaki material down to his ankles.

your eyes crinkle with a smile as you see rafes length clearly pushing against the fabric of his underwear.

despite needing him desperately, you can't help but tease him as you press kisses from his base to the head of his cock, a small wet spot already forming.

your tongue pokes out to taste him, wetting the material even more until you can't take the barrier any longer and shove rafes underwear down, allowing his cock to spring out.

you open your mouth to tell rafe how big his cock is, when his hips surge forward and his hand comes to the back of your neck at the same time, pushing your head down onto his cock.

you gag at the sudden and unexpected intrusion, but the sound only seems to turn rafe on more as his cock twitches in your mouth.

you begin to start a steady rhythm, rafes hips raising to meet yours as you get used to the feeling of his length down your throat.

“fuck!” rafe groans out. “what a mouth you got on you.”

you try to resist the urge to smile, but rafe can still feel the sides of your mouth quirking up.

rafe pulls you by your hair, raising your face up to meet his as he smashes his lips against his, not caring that he can taste himself slightly under the overpowering flavor of your strawberry chapstick.

“need you.” rafe says, tugging on your hair again.

you move quickly, standing up with slightly wobbly knees as you pull your skirt and panties down in one smooth go.

“shit.” rafe groans, pussy right at his eye level. “need to do this first though.”

rafes chin forces your thighs further apart as you fall backwards, bum landing on the steering wheel while his mouth finds your cunt, tongue teasing your clit in wide circles as you wait for him to finally pass over the bundle of nerves.

just when you think that rafe isn't going to, his tongue flicks against your clit before latching around it, sucking harshly as he looks up, watching the way you moan out, still trying not to be too loud.

“ride me.” rafe says, pulling away, knowing he could eat your pussy forever but that you both don't have the luxury of time. certainly your dad would be getting suspicious of your absence soon.

rafe leans back, allowing you to straddle him again, knees pressing into the leathery seat material.

you reach down to take his cock in your hand by the base, lining him up with your entrance before sinking down with a moan falling from both of your lips.

“god, you're so warm and wet.” rafe moans out, eyes glossed over as he looks at you, both soaking in the moment of your bodies joined together before you start to move, hips rising up before falling quickly, pussy clenching around his cock with every movement.

“you feel perfect.” you tell rafe honestly, loving the way he hits that hidden sweet spot inside of you every single time without fail.

you place your hands on rafes chest, providing you some more stability as you speed up until you're bouncing up and down on his dick.

rafes hands find your hips, helping you move up and down the second you show any sign of fatigue.

“im- i don't know how much longer im going to last.” rafe warns. he wishes he could keep going, but with already having your mouth around him, he knows he's about to reach his limit.

“touch my clit.” you command rafe, knowing that's all you need to reach your own high.

rafe listens to your demands instantly, thumb finding your clit as he places the pad over it, rubbing in quick circles, even concentrating enough to spell out the letters of his name onto your clit.

“f-fuck!” you squeal. “keep going!”

rafe begins to push his hips up to join you, both of you pushing your tired muscles as hard as you can, waiting to see who the first one will be to break.

your high breeches suddenly, back arching as you cum with a gasp of rafes name. you push yourself as deep onto rafes cock as you can, moaning when you feel him release, cum flooding your insides as you reach your highs simultaneously.

you fall forward as rafe gives a few more thrusts to help ride out your highs.

“shit.” you whine with a giggle as your face presses into rafes chest. “that was so fucking good.”

“honestly, i could stay like this forever.” rafe says, hand squeezing your ass.

“but…”

“but your dad.”

“ugh.” you sit up, pushing a couple strands of hair off your face that are sticking to your sweaty forehead. “i hate that you're right.”

“but my next lesson is thursday.” rafe says as you carefully slide off his cock, knowing you need to redress immediately. “if you'd like to find me after that shift.”

“hm…” you sit back down next to rafe once you've got your skirt on, watching as he covers himself back up and makes himself presentable again. “i think i can do that.”

“promise you baby, you won't have to look too hard.” rafe pulls you into one last strong kiss before taking off back towards the club.

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sunraies · 2 years ago

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How about the reader being a waitress and spilling Rafes drink all over him accidentally and while she's patting him down with a cloth to clean him up he gets an erection with smut pretty please

Sure! I made Rafe soft, no pun intended. I've only proofread once x

Spilt Drink

Rafe Cameron x Pogue!Reader

Warnings - MDNI!! +18, slight sub!reader x dom!Rafe, smoking reader, smoking, fingering, P in V, pill mentioned, rushed smut.

As requested above

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It was a disgustingly hot day. Summer in the Outerbanks was always hot, humid and dry. The Cut was always a dull yellow and the roads dust. While Figure Eight was lush and green with the tarmac melting on the roads.

One good thing about working at the Country Club was the air conditioning but the black restaurant uniform code, still made you sweat. That day you decided to wear as little as possible in the form of a little black dress. Still technically in the uniform code but more cooling than the polo shirt and black pants combo you normally wore.

The moment Rafe entered with Topper and Kelce, he had to do a double take on you. You looked so different, he couldn't pin point how as he had seen you in both your work and Pogue attire but in that dress you looked gorgeous.

You groaned internally as you spotted who walked in after finishing cleaning a table. The three of them were always so loud, taking up the plush sofa chairs in the middle as they would most likely be there for the rest of the afternoon. They had clearly been golfing that morning as Rafe's cheeks were a little pink from the sun.

"Hi, what can I get you?" You asked was fake smile and sweet tone as you pulled your notepad and pen from your apron.

"3 beers" Kelce said, not even looking at you.

"And a water" Topper added as Rafe just sneak looks at you.

He hid his smirk with his hand, faking uninterest as he looked you up and down. Subconsciously you pulled the hem of your dress down a little

"Coming right up" you gave them another smile before heading to the bar and placing the order.

"Rafe was totally checking you out" Mags said as she poured the drinks, giving you a wink. The slightly older woman was one of your close friends.

"Oh fuck off" you whispered "He was not"

"Girl, he was. Man was practically giving you the sex eyes"

"Shut up. He was not"

"I mean who wouldn't. You are killer in that dress"

You tugged the hem again before noticing the top would pull down more, giving a lot of cleavage.

"Why didn't you tell me it did this?!" You hissed

She just hummed and continuing with the drinks. "You look good" she shrugged "not that you don't always"

You shook your head and smiled at her before carrying the drinks over. You interrupted them in the middle of laughing about something. As you placed the drinks down, everything was going fine until the condensation on the glass made it slip out of your hand.

Time seemed to go in slow motion as the glass hit the table, toppling on its side and pouring all of its contents into Rafe's lap. He managed to open his legs the minute the beer hit him, causing most to go on the floor.

"I'm so sorry, sir" In your panic you went into full customer service mode.

You needed this job, and if he went to your boss, you would be out the door. Just your luck to spill a drink in Rafe fucking Cameron's lap.

He tried not to groan as you leant over him, dabbing his lap with napkins from the table. He felt intoxicated by the smell of your shampoo, perfume and sweat. He closed his eyes a moment as he realised he could see down your dress before slightly jumping as you applied pressure to his crotch.

"I got it" He snapped, trying to take the napkins from you but it was too late as you felt it.

Your cheeks burned as you noticed his erection and quickly moved away. "I'll go get you another beer"

You got Mags to get the drink as you hurried out back, claiming you needed a smoke. As you pushed the back door open, your hands fumbled for your cigarettes before popping a smoke in your mouth before realising you forgot your lighter.

"Fuck"

You stood against the wall in the shade, desperately trying not to overthink the whole scene in there. Had he really been looking at you that way and was he really that big, or were you imagining it.

As you were about to head back inside the door opened again and your eyes widened as Rafe walked out. A small part of you was a little scared, although he was never awful to you, he was still a Pogue hating Kook and you had just embarrassed him.

"You need a light?"

You stared at him, that was not the reaction you had been expecting "What?"

"You need a light?" He pulled out his own cigarette from his pocket and lit it before passing you the lighter

"Your hand's shaking, sweetheart" He pointed out as you took the lighter.

"Just been a hard day" you muttered taking a drag before realising the pun "god, shit, sorry! A long day..."

Your cheeks burned again as you covered your face, deciding to stop talking. You exhaled a shaky breathe as he hummed, leaving the silence between you. He moved to rest against the wall beside you, his arm touching yours. You didn't dare move until he spoke.

"You don't have any fucking idea, what happened in there, do you?" He sighed, looking over at you.

"I'm honestly so sorry"

You took a few glances at him, noticing him just staring at you before his jaw ticked and he blew out a few smoke rings.

"Why do you keep staring?" You muttered "because if you are thinking of ways to kill me, stop"

His jaw ticked again before he let out a low chuckle. "I'm staring because you are gorgeous and I'm thinking of ways to fuck you"

You swallowed, glad the wall was holding you up as your knees felt weak. Anyone else talking to you in that way would have been punched but the way his eyes were blown and the effect you knew you had on him. It was causing a whole damn zoo to explode in your stomach.

He smirked, watching your reaction before finishing his smoke, throwing the butt away before you mirrored his actions.

"Would you like that, baby girl?" He asked leaning closer to you as you nodded. "Words, sweetheart"

"Yes" you breathed out

"Yes? What?" His eyes were teasing. You frowned at him a little before he gave you a clue "you know what the word did to me"

"Yes, sir?" You were uncertain before a smile broke out on his face.

"Good" He whispered, his ringed hand cupping your cheek as his thumb ran over your bottom lip.

Your breath hitched in your chest as his ocean eyes locked on yours before he leaned in more. The tip of his nose brushed against yours, before he finally kissed you. He tasted of smoke but you didn't care as his lips were so soft and he knew what he was doing. He gently bit your lip, causing you to gasp and give his tongue entrance.

You felt a warm tingle down your spine as you felt his large hand against your lower back, pulling you towards him. He chuckled against your lips as you wrapped a leg around him.

"Needy, aren't you baby?" He purred, breaking away to kiss your neck.

You can't help the moan that escape you as he nibbled a sweet spot while his hand glided up your thigh. You knew you had already soaked through your underwear as he continued peppering your neck and jawline in kisses.

A dark laugh left him as his fingers finally glided over your panties. "I've barley touch you and you're already so wet for me, pretty girl"

You whined and his hand slid beneath your panties and he began to rub your clit in slow circles

"We don't have much time, baby" He whispered "someone could catch us any minute"

"I don't care" you moaned, head resting against the wall "as long as you keep doing that"

"Just this?" He smirked before you gasp as he slided two fingers into you. He knew what he was doing as you began to come undone.

"You look so pretty falling apart for me, baby" He teased.

Soon you were gasping, tightening around his fingers as your legs shook. You whined as he pulled away "Ready?"

"Fuck me, Rafe" you whispered, pulling him in for a kiss. He hesitated before you said "I'm on the pill"

Your eyes widened, seeing how big he actually was. Even feeling it briefly earlier didn't do him justice. You whimpered and whined as he kissed you cheeks, nose and forehead

"I know, baby, I know" He whispered "you can take it, pretty girl. I know you can take it"

He was so gentle until you asked for more. He was just the right amount of rough and soon you both climaxed. His head was buried in your chest while you played with his hair. You both desperately tried to catch your breaths.

You fixed your dress as he pulled away. You both stared at each for a moment before you spoke first.

"I should. I should probably go back inside" you turned to the door.

"Wait!" He stopped you as he held the door shut. Here would be the part he made you swear to tell no one "Do you want to go on a date? We could hang out? Lunch or Dinner?"

You swallowed and nodded slowly before smiling "sure, I mean I would love too. I have tomorrow off"

The smile that forms on his face, melts your heart before he held the door open for you "I'll pick you up and we'll go to the main land"

There was the catch, you couldn't be seen together in Outerbanks but all the thoughts stopped when he kissed you quick again.

Once back inside, it was like nothing ever happened. Rafe went back to his friends but looked at you every so often as you continued to work. You were so thankful that the back area was walled off and there was no cameras but you were 90% sure Mags knew.

#rafe cameron #outer banks rafe #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron x reader #rafe x reader #outerbanks #outerbanks fic #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron fic #rafe cameron smut #rafe request

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croszukis · 7 months ago

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Nick 38 🤲

38. Multiverse/meeting alternate version of self (send me a guy and a situation)

well, naturally it must be local boy nick right?

“You’re late,” Nick grumbled to Nanea when she finally breezed through the front doors as always, she never fucking used the staff entrance in the back side either.

“Sorry, ah. My car is shit, wouldn’t start this morning and I had to call Kawika for one jump.” She was obviously lying—she grinning when she said this, twisting her hair up into a titah bun or whatever on her head. It was good thing they didn’t have a dress code or bosses (aka Nick’s parents) who cared because Nanea always showed up in cut off jean shorts, slippers on her feet, and Suzuki Shave Ice t-shirts with the neckline cut or the bottom twisted up with a hair tie on her back.

“Whatever, it’s fine. You owe me though, I hate taking orders.” He’d much rather be working the machine, hands almost painfully cold from moving ice blocks and forming mounds of shaved ice into neat little spheres. He was good at it, after years of working in his parent’s shop, making perfect cones every time. “Some dumb fucken’ haoles spent an extra ten minutes bugging me for hiking recommendations because they wanna know where the real locals go. As if I’d tell ‘em. Like try stick to Koko Head, brah?”

Nick moved aside to let Nanea take over the cash register so he could shift over to the ice station, rows of bottles of syrups in every possible color imaginable lined up in front of him. She was better at dealing with customers than him, her fake smile to endless tourists more believable. She flirted, let sunburnt haole boys with crew cuts believe she might be into them or whatever party they try to invite her to. As if she didn’t have a hot surfer boyfriend with tons of family in Waialua that could beat them up. It got tips though, so Nick could only admire her.

It was hours later, deep into the afternoon post-beach rush, when Nanea hissed at him, “Eh, Nick. Try look at this guy.”

He was busy trying to remember all four flavors this little girl had ordered, a weird combination she’d definitely regret but Nick didn’t say anything and just pulled out all the bottles to set on the ledge in front of him. “What? Is it another guy trying to steal a t-shirt?”

“No. He looks just like you. Like, it’s freaky weird.”

He wiped the sides of the plastic holder on the cone of spilled syrup and handed it to the mom before glancing to where Nanea was gesturing. “What are you talking about?” She nudged him in the direction of a group of guys—a bunch of haoles he’d guess were from the mainland, probably. But in the middle of them was an asian guy.

“Woah.”

“I told you! Totally looks like you. Shoots, we found your doppelgänger!”

Nick had to admit that the guy did look like him, if he grew up on the mainland he guesses. If he were the type to cut his hair like that, or wear golf polo shirts and never see the sun. The group made it to the front of the line and Nanea was doing all of her normal routine, flirting a little, gesturing with her hands as she talked in a way that made the tahitian pearl bangles she wore jingle.

She kept glancing back at the asian guy, Nick could see even from over at his station, and he watched them notice it too. The guy didn’t seem weirded out or like he thought she was interested in him and he was interested back. Actually he seemed to brace himself, like he was expecting something he wasn’t going to enjoy much.

“Hockey fan?” He mumbled, Nick could barely make out the words over the buzzing of the shave ice machine.

“No?” Nanea responded with a laugh. “I don’t think you’ll find anyone here who is.”

The guy looked embarrassed now, glancing at his friends, “We’re hockey players. I thought maybe you recognized us and didn’t know how to tell us.”

“Oh, no.” She didn’t even seem at all fazed to have been caught staring at him. In fact she looked excited and Nick groaned internally. Nanea owed him much more than sweeping the floors at closing now, this was like, some of her mom’s homemade kulolo territory. “It’s just—you look like one of our workers. This is his family's shop actually.” She was pointing to Nick now, who was trying to start on their order actually.

Nick didn’t move any closer, staying by the safety of the machine, but gave a close-lipped smile to the group who were all staring at him now.

“Nick, isn’t it funny your doppelgänger plays hockey apparently? Do you even know how to ice skate?”

“I do,” he grumbled, feeling insulted. He spent one summer in junior high with a group friends who were obsessed with Ice Palace and went almost every week. He used to be able to skate backwards, even.

“Wait, your name is Nick too?” One of his friends popped up, he was the shortest of them all. Nick only noticed because the other guys were all pretty tall.

“We came here because it’s named Suzuki’s. Like him.” He had an arm around well, Nick, apparently. “So you’re both Nick Suzuki. That’s crazy.”

Nick thought the guy had way too much energy for someone who hadn’t even eaten a large shave ice yet. The tops of his cheeks were red and he was grinning like it didn’t hurt to do that when Nick knew it must’ve.

He looked back at Other Nick to see him staring back at him intently, observing him or something. It was unnerving, they looked so alike but they were so different—the way he dressed, the way he talked with his vowels sounding all weird—there was almost nothing else similar about them.

“Yeah, crazy.”

#*writing #local boy nick suzuki

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beyonddmythoughtssworld · 2 years ago

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Broken Hearts Club || Part II

Pairing(s): Rafe Cameron x Reader, slight!JJ Maybank x Reader

Summary: Rafe proves to be insatiable as you find it harder to ignore him.

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: 18+ content, smut, choking, cursing, minor verbal altercation, drinking

“Do you plan on explaining why I had to pick you up from Figure 8 when last I checked you were on your way home?”

Your head whips to where JJ is standing with his arms crossed, leaned against the bar of the Country Club as he awaits your answer. You brushed past JJ to take the money from your last customers to the register, shrugging as you tried to play it off while you formulated an answer.

It struck you that while you spent the morning wrapping your head around what happened last night, you didn’t even think of coming up with an excuse as to why you were on the other side of the island, at the ass crack of dawn, with just a shirt on. You knew you were stupid to call JJ this morning, but you were a downright idiot for thinking he wasn’t gonna question you about it afterwards.

“… I decided to go to the bar instead. Met a guy.”

It wasn’t exactly a lie. Well, if you replace the bar with the beach and guy with the man you hate most in this world. You glance to gauge his reaction, seeing a frown on his face. Confusion came over once again, “… so you left drinking with us… to go to the bar? What happened to your mom ‘being on your ass about getting home’?” he finger quotes, the wrinkle between his eyebrows only growing deeper the more he questioned you.

You sighed, “I went home. She yelled. Passed out. I left and went to the bar.”

“… and went home with a guy.”

“Yes.”

“… A guy who lives in Figure 8.”

“Yes.”

“Who was too much of an asshole to drive you home the next morning?” he scoffed, “Way to pick ‘em.”

“Like you’re one to talk,” you mumble before you can stop yourself. He opens his mouth to rebuttal, but you’ve already walked to your section to check on your customers. After making your rounds, you walk back to where JJ was leaning against the register, still looking at you except now with this unreadable expression.

“So do I know this asshole?”

I rolled my eyes, “JJ.”

For a second, you almost think he sounds jealous. You can’t remember any time he’s questioned John B or Pope’s whereabouts, and you can’t help feel a little hopeful that this hookup sparked any reaction from the blonde.

He raised his hands, “I’m just asking. As your friend I’m allowed to be a little curious about your.. endeavors.”

“Oh, is that the word of the day?” You smiled sarcastically, him wrinkling his nose back at you and pulling at the curl in front of your face. You swipe at his hand, hip bumping him away from the register and pointing to the other side of the bar, “Customer, Sherlock.”

He glances back, before returning his gaze to you and glaring playfully, “I have more questions, ma’am, so I hope you don’t plan on leaving this club anytime soon.”

“Please go,” You laughed at his corniness, shaking my head and he went to the other side of the bar. The bell of the door rang as the next set of customers made their way in, you not really paying attention other than that it’s a table for three. Knowing your section is the only free one, you focus on grabbing a tray and three sets of napkins and utensils for the table. As you’re wrapping the utensils in the cloth, you can’t shake the feeling that someone’s watching you. At first you think it’s JJ, so you turn your head to the side only to see him fully focused on making a drink.

When turning your head forward, you jump slightly at the sight of Rafe standing directly across from you at the bar. He’s wearing his regular, a blue polo with khakis, a golf glove adoring his hand. He sets both his elbows on the bar, leaning forward, “I guess I have the pleasure of being serviced by you twice in less than twenty-four hours.”

Your eyes narrowed at him as you looked at him in disgust, “Don’t make me punch you in front of all these people.”

“Now, is that any way to treat a paying customer? Have you already forgotten your manners from last night?” You hate the smug look on his face, but can’t help but blush as the flashes of last night came through your mind like a movie, the dominance he had over you and your willingness to do as he asked just for a simple promise of release-

No.

You ignore him, walking over to where the rest of the Death Squad is sitting. You stop at the table, feeling the presence of Rafe right behind you as he slid to get to his own seat, his hands resting on your waist as he got by. You rolled your eyes at the unnecessary move, looking to Kelce and Topper to find both sets of eyes on you. Normally, they’re looking down at the menu as if they haven’t been here enough to know exactly what’s on it, ignoring your complete existence as if you were nothing more than someone a bug they can’t swat away until they need to order something rudely.

This time though, they’re both looking at you with the same curious expression, and it makes you angrier than it did when they simply ignored you. At least when they ignored you, you knew why. Now, you can only imagine why the hell they were looking at you like a zoo animal. A part of you doubts that Rafe would say anything to his friends about last night, he would rather confess to murder than admit he fucked what he considered a low class citizen. Maybe they just saw the way he grabbed you to get by and that peaked their interest. Yeah, we’re gonna go with that.

“What can I get you guys to start off with?” You ask, pulling out your notepad and pen.

Fortunately, they spend the rest of their time being as cordial as they know how. You avoid Rafe’s gaze through the rest of your shift, only glancing at him when Topper or Kelce caught his attention. In the outside world, nothing’s changed between you two, but you can’t shake the feeling that the man sitting in your section had been inside you just the night before, and you don’t know how you feel about that sentiment enough to even begin to unpack what that means.

One one hand, it was a stupid drunken mistake that you would do anything to forget. On the other hand, last night was the first night you can remember where JJ wasn’t at the forefront of your mind. When you were kissing Rafe, you weren’t thinking about the unrequited feelings you had for the pogue. When you were fucking Rafe, you weren’t thinking much of anything. He did more for you in one night than months of drinking has in terms of just being able to offer a distraction.

None of that changes that Rafe is still Rafe. He’s the same pompous dick that on more than one occasion has made you cry out of pure anger. Only now, he’s made you cry for the exact opposite reason. Your eyes drift from Rafe to JJ, and you make your mind up instantly. Even if nothing were to happen with JJ, you can’t betray him even more than you already have. You slept with someone who’s hit him on numerous occasions, littering his skin with blood and bruises. You’ve cleaned up after the fights he’s started, and you know JJ would never forgive you if he finds out what happened last night.

So you decide then and there that from now, you’ll do everything in your power to stay the hell away from Rafe Cameron.

The party was in full swing when you and the rest walked in, taking in your surroundings. Sarah mentioned a party over on kookland she heard from an old friend, Scarlet, and convinced us all to go with the promise of free drinks. JJ was the loudest in saying no, but we all felt the same way about showing up to a party full of these rich assholes. But, you dangle free drinks in our face and it doesn’t take much convincing after that.

As we walk in, I feel JJ’s arm go around my shoulder, him leaning in to me and saying, “Stay close, alright? I don’t trust these assholes as far as I can throw them.”

You force yourself to not overthink, knowing this is just how he is. You’ve learned a long time ago not to read into the little things he does, even the small flirting moments because in the end, they don’t mean the same to him as they did to you. This is proven when he leans over to say the same to the rest of the group, his arm slipping from your shoulder as he leans into Kiara, asking if she’s alright.

She smiles at him and nods, their eyes lingering for a second too long.

You take the time to scan the party, taking note of the game of beer pong in the kitchen, the endless amount of drinks and dancing bodies littering the house and the dirty looks sent your way by the few who noticed your arrival.

“Let’s play beer pong,” You say to no one in particular, already making your way to the table. You hear JJ curse and follow after you as he tells the rest to meet up within a couple of hours and call if needed.

“What happened to stay close?” he asked, and you gave him a pointed look, “I’m just as close to you as I was when you first told me. Besides, the table was free and I didn’t want to miss our chance.”

He took your answer, clapping his hands to catch the attention of the guys who just finished their game. He challenges them to a game, and when they decline he turns around, “Okay, who’s not a pussy and wants to lose some beer pong?”

Hands clasped on JJ’s shoulders, roughly shaking him, “Very bold of you to make a scene at a party you don’t belong at, Pogue.”

Shaking Rafe off, JJ clenches his fist as he turns to face the taller man. His chest puffs up, both men trying to display some stupid amount of testosterone. You sigh, grabbing JJ’s arm and pulling him back, “We’re here to have fun, J, just ignore him.”

The older guy takes the moment to turn his eyes to you, scanning you so quickly you would’ve missed it if you blinked. He smirks, “Fancy seeing you here.”

You avert your eyes, not wanting to acknowledge the man any more than you have to. It’s been a week since the Country Club, a week since you’ve slept blonde. You’ve done a good enough job at ignoring him if you don’t count having to serve him after his blatant requests to sit in your section. If he’s with his friends, he’d order normally but would look at you as if he was wishing you were on the menu. He did show up once alone, though, when you were working the bar.

“Go away,” you immediately greet him with a glare. All week he’s been coming in here and at this point you’re annoyed. He refuses to be seated in any other section, and now he’s sitting here with this arrogant look on his face. He makes himself comfortable, leaning forward on the island and flashing a smile.

“I’ll take a Jack and Coke,” he bows his head, catching my eye, “Please.”

You walk over to behind the bar, grabbing a sign and walking back over to the bar before placing it on there for him to see. Under Federal Law, we observe the right to refuse service to customers.

It’s his turn to glare at you, “Ha. Ha. Jack and Coke.”

You roll your eyes, but nevertheless begin making his drink. You place it on the counter and he picks it up, taking a sip. His eyes remain on yours over the rim of the glass, and you break eye contact, taking a quick breath to shake off the annoying heat starting to build up on your face, “Anything else I can get you?”

“I would really appreciate a text back,” he instantly replied. I point my eyes at him, “Something on the menu, Rafe.”

“Okay, I’ll have another sex on the beach,” Your mouth drops open, him laughing at your reaction and smiling arrogantly. His eyes are sparking in mischief, and you want to throw the drink you made him in his face. You get over your shock, and your lips going in a straight line as you lean forward.

“Let’s make one thing clear,” you look him in the eyes, refusing to break the contact even when he leans closer to you, “What happened at the beach, is never gonna happen again. So cherish that memory for as long as you can, because that’s all you’re ever gonna get.”

“Hey.” JJ blocks Rafe’s access to you, pushing him back roughly, “Don’t look at her. I’m right here.”

“Guys! This is a party, can we act like it?” Sarah saves the day, walking over and glaring at her brother before smiling warningly at you guys. You knew what she was saying without words. We’re outnumbered here, we need to play nice if we don’t want this night to end in a brawl not even ten minutes after we arrived.

“How about we play some pong? You win, I’ll leave you guys to have your fun and enjoy the endless supply of alcohol. We win… Well, let’s leave that a surprise.” Rafe offers. In his mind, there’s no way he’s about to lose so he doesn’t think twice of offering them a chance to stay. He’s like a cat playing with his food.

“Fine. John B-!” JJ begins to call, Rafe quickly tsking and shaking his head, wiggling his pointing finger back and forth before pointing at you.

“She plays.”

“Look, asshole-” JJ starts, and I grab his arm before facing him towards me, glaring at him, “I wanted to play anyway. It was my idea, remember?”

“Yeah, that was before he decided to join and bargain.” he spits out in disgust at the kook, and you sigh before placing both hands lightly on his shoulder, “I’ll be fine. Relax.”

Normally his protectiveness would make your heart skip, but you’re already slightly annoyed at him undressing Kiara with his eyes since before you even arrived and just having to check on her wellbeing within two minutes of being at the party. You know you’re slightly being petty, but at this point you don’t care.

“Are you two lovebirds done, or should we go ahead and call this a forfeit so you guys can get back to the Cut?”

JJ whips around, the insult ready at the tip of his tongue before I quickly cut him off, “Just set the game up.”

The older guy just smugly looks at me, “Yes ma’am.” He moves to the table, replacing the cups and pouring the liquor into each one.

It takes you ten minutes to convince JJ you can make it to the bathroom on your own. You’re not too off your ass for that to be a concern, but he’s been hovering over you since the pong game. It was hard to convince JJ that Rafe was just being an asshole with his comments, and that he obviously had no interest in you considering his obvious distaste of your status.

During the game, Rafe continuously did everything to get under your and JJ’s skin. It was obvious he was trying to start a fight to take away from the fact that he was losing, not expecting people he thought so little of to beat him in anything. Little did he know JJ and I play this on a random Monday cause we’re bored and want to get wasted. Even when he or his partner did make a shot, the liquor in our systems only added to our skills. When we won the game, JJ gloated loudly about beating the kook prince, feeling like the fucking man.

You giggled at his antics, catching Rafe’s eye as he went from frustrated to smug within two seconds, replying to the blonde, “Thank your partner. Gotta say, I like a girl who can play some pong and looks good while doing it.”

The smile dropped from JJ’s face, and he moved towards the kook only to be stopped by you grabbing his arms, “Hey, let’s go over there,” pointing to a random part of the house and redirecting him to it. You quickly grab him a beer, watching him down it.

“He says shit just to get under your skin. And even if he did mean it, it’s fucking Rafe. Who cares?” you lightly punch his shoulder, smiling at him and pouting when he looks at you blankly. Using both of your pointer fingers, you place them on either side of his mouth before pulling up, “Come on, turn that frown upside down.”

He slaps your hands away playfully, and you know you’ve eased him when he smiles at you and says, “Fuck it, let’s get drunk.”

Three shots later, you get the inevitable feeling that you need to have your first tipsy pee of the night, removing yourself from your group of friends to walk up the stairs. You slightly stumble down the hall, gripping the wall and giving yourself a second before making your way to the end of the hall. You open three doors before finally opening one to a bathroom.

After using it and washing your hands, you stumble out of the bathroom right into a hard chest. Hands grip your waist, holding you from falling back. You open your mouth to thank the stranger, but quickly swallow it back down at the sight of Rafe looking down at you. You’re all too aware that his hands are still on your waist, and you push at his chest to move him back. He doesn’t move an inch, and you try not to let that go straight to your core.

“You gonna keep standing here like a creep or let me through?”

“Worried your boyfriend’s gonna send out a watch party if you take too long?” he retorts, walking forward, forcing your own feet to step back. You narrow your eyes at him, trying to go around him only for him to step in your way as he continues to walk forward. When he makes it in far enough to close the bathroom door, he uses the grip on your waist to move you towards the sink, pressing you into it.

“Rafe,” you sighed out of frustration, using more force to push at him. His hands quickly grab your wrists, placing them both on either side of you on the counter, leaning down until his lips are brushing against yours, “Are you sure you wanna leave?”

“Yes,” you whisper, but can’t help your glance at his lips before bringing your eyes back to meet his. He cocks his head lightly to the side, placing a kiss at the side of your mouth. His kisses move in a line on your cheek, letting go of one of your hands to push your hair behind your ear so he has more room, placing a kiss behind your ear. Loose curls fall back to their former place, but he doesn't let that deter him as he whispers, “You sure about that?”

Kissing back to your mouth, he pulls away and stands straight, letting go of you fully. He steps back, nodding his head towards the door. But that’s all he does, looking at you with an almost predatory gaze as he leans against the wall adjacent to you. He’s silently daring you to leave, and his arrogance would be enough to make you barf if he wasn’t so fucking hot, and before you can think about your next move you reach over to lock the door.

You don’t know what you were thinking. You just told yourself a week ago that this would never happen again, and yet the anticipation is already building inside of you. You can blame the alcohol in your system, but you’re not nearly as drunk as you were the first time you had sex. Despite your silent promise, you haven’t been able to get that night from your head. He made you feel so good, and it was just an escape, so what’s the harm, right?

Walking to his figure on the wall, you raise on your tippy toes at the same time he leans down to crash his lips to yours. His hand comes up to wrap around your throat, switching your positions so you’re now pressed against the wall. His left knee moves between your legs, forcing them apart as he pushes up against your core, your dress sliding up at the movements. The kiss is a repeat of the first night, his mouth moving hotly against yours as he pushes his tongue inside your mouth.

The feelings of your tongues dancing together and his hand on your throat was enough to make you whimper, and his hand tightened their hold, pushing your head back to the wall as he pulled back, “Get on your knees.”

About to drop to your knees without a second thought, you take a second to think about the last time you guys were in this position. Rafe held the same amount of dominance he held now, and you refused to let the kook have the upper hand twice in a row without having to work for it even a little bit. He’s proven to let that get to his big ass head.

Taking a step back, he gives you more room on the wall. You lift up to place kisses on his neck, finding the spot that makes his head throw back lightly as he fights down a groan. Annoyed at his stubbornness and wanting to hear him, you press your hand against the growing bulge in his pants, and he rewards you with a light moan.

This pushes you to rub against him even more, unbuckling his pants and pulling down his boxers to pull out his thick erection, using two hands to rub up and down as he groans, leaning down to catch your lips again. The kiss is messy, you being too focused on your hand movements and him being too distracted by them.

“Get.” Kiss. “On.” Kiss. “Your knees.”

You smile into the kiss, following his command this time and getting down on both your knees with the help of his hand that’s still wrapped in your hair, pulling his pants down further. His length slaps against your face, and you run your tongue lightly on the vein on the underside of his cock, leading all the way to the tip before slightly sucking on it. You repeat the same cycle a few times, Rafe growing frustrated and using his grip on your hair to pull you back, glaring down at you, “Stop fucking teasing.”

“Ask nicely,” you kiss around his cock, not breaking eye contact even when he throws you a look that can kill you right there. His lips press together in defiance, and you shrug before leaning back.

“Fuck- fine. Please put my cock in your mouth.” He rolls his eyes before his jaw goes slack at the sensation of your lips wrapping around him as you get used to the feeling of him in your mouth. You move halfway down his cock before bobbing her head up and down, not going any further than the halfway point. He allows it for a second, relishing in the feeling of your warm mouth before losing his patience.

“Am I gonna have to shove my cock down your throat?” he growls, and you pull off, kissing the tip once more before replying.

“You can…” you slap his cock against your tongue, making him groan, “..but will you?”

Tightening his hold on you, he answers you by forcing his cock down your throat. You lightly gag, but he holds you at the base, “Hold it. Relax your throat.” You do as he says, and the groan he lets out makes your pussy drip, “Just like that, fuck.”

Pulling you off his cock, he gives you a second to breathe before forcing him down once again. He repeats this process a few more times to get your throat used to the intrusion, before hands grip either side of your face, slamming his cock down your throat. You feel your head start to tap against the wall in time with his rough movements, and your soaked pussy begins to drip arousal down your legs.

You feel him getting closer, so you slap his hands away and hold onto both of his thighs, deepthroating him and holding your head there. He groans loudly, suddenly grabbing your arms and pulling you up, kissing you within an inch of your life.

His hands come down to your ass, gripping the flesh before pulling your underwear down, you helping him finish taking them off and throwing them to the side carelessly. He returns his grip to your thighs, lifting you until you wrap your legs around his waist, pressing you against the wall roughly. He grips his cock, sliding it up and down your folds and lightly dipping it in, “Ask nicely.”

You gasp against his mouth, “Asshole. Put it in.”

“That’s not so nice, baby.” he returns, dipping himself a little further before pulling out again, rubbing himself against you. You dig your nails into his shoulder, making him hiss against your lips, before giving in and whimpering, “Please.”

“That’s my girl.” he praises, sliding himself in fully and giving you a moment to adjust. The alcohol in your system only added to the experience, the feeling of him being almost too much to handle. It isn't until he reminds you to breathe that you realize you haven’t been, letting out the breath and relaxing against him as he begins to move inside you.

Lewd noises leave the both of you, him pressing his face against your neck as he breathes, “You’re so fucking good. You feel so fucking good.”

He slams into you harder, and you moan loudly, pressing your hand against your mouth to keep you quiet. He notices, and replaces your hand with his own as he brings his face to yours, the eye contact not breaking as he drives his cock further into you. The rhythm of him pounding into you becomes too much, and your walls tighten as come around him, your legs shaking at your strong release.

He groans, his breath fanning your face as he removes his hand from your mouth and placing it on your thigh. He halts his movements, grabbing both of your thighs to spread your legs until they’re pressed against the wall, holding you there as he pounds into you even harder. You moan loudly, and he kisses you to silence your sounds.

It doesn’t take long for that familiar pressure to build up again inside you, the coil in your stomach just begging to release itself. As you tighten, he bites your lip and tugs on it, “Don’t come until I tell you.”

You whimper pathetically, bucking your hips to drive him deeper into you as if that was even possible. He hits a spot inside that makes your eyes roll, and you move faster against him as he praises you, “Just like that baby. Keep moving- I’m gonna come.”

Getting your second wind, you continue to meet his sloppy thrusts, and it's his turn to moan loudly as he looks at you, “Come with me. Come now.”

Relishing in his permission, you throw your head back against the wall as you bask in the waves of pleasure that shoot through you. This release was even stronger than the last, and you feel yourself making a mess around him as he pumps his seed into you, holding himself inside until his climax subsided. His head drops to your shoulder as you both catch your breath, both of your chests rising with each other.

He lightly puts you down, holding there until you get your footing. He pulls his pants up silently, buckling them before leaning down to grab your panties from the floor. You hold your hand out to take them, but he slaps it away as he pushes the fabric into his pocket.

Before you can protest, he grabs your throat for the second time that night and pulls you to him, kissing you roughly. It’s over before it starts, him pushing you off and scanning you once more before turning and unlocking the door, leaving you in the bathroom with nothing but your thoughts.

Fuck.

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