#rafe cameron x girlfriend!reader

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[vxntagedior]

Can i request bf!Rafe taking you dress shopping for midsummers?

Maybe he sees that you like a specific dress but don’t want to go get it bc it is expensive

"what's the holdup baby?" rafe frowned, looking at your reflection in the mirror.

you stood in front of mirror, examining the dress once again. it was perfect, it fit you beautifully, the material was amazing and it matched with rafe's tux.

but it was way out of your budget. you couldn't justify buying a dress that much knowing you were only going to wear it once.

"it's too expensive." you frowned turning to look at him. "it's okay though, i'm going to get the other dress."

when you went back into the dressing room, rafe was able to find the lady who helped the two of you, handing her his card.

"the last dress she bought, the one she was just wearing, charge it." he spoke.

rafe wanted midsummers to special and he knew if you didn't have the right dress it wouldn't be right for him, if you weren't happy, neither would he.

[livbedum]

give me a minute

maybank!reader x rafe cameron

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summary it was hard for you to see rafe after all this time. you had obviously broken up since everything that happened in barbados — hell , even before that. all the pain didn’t take away from the fact that you loved him , and he loved you.

warnings profanity , twin maybank!reader , ex-girlfriend!reader , pogue!reader , secret / toxic relationship , sexual innuendos and scenes ( will be marked* ) , classism , abusive parent ( luke ) , season 4 era ( is not following exact plot , just the vibe ) , and i think that’s all for now

18+ minors dni

comment to be added to the taglist<3

snippets and asks

introducing…

styling

headcanons

does rafe know about luke?

how does r react to groff and jj?

full reads

are you trying to kill me?

stop staring at me

one conversation part two *

[dark-fics-4-you]

Heyyy saw ur request were open what about dark!rafe catches you talking shit about him to your friends over text???

How a Girlfriend is Supposed to Act

Warnings: noncon, forced sex, domestic violence, choking, slapping, oral (m!recieving), toxic relationship, gaslighting

Despite being with Rafe for almost a year, you had learned all of the quirks that he had when it came to his possessiveness very early on.

The first time you caught him reading your texts, you were surprised by just how nonchalant he was about the entire situation.

He was sitting on your bed after you returned from grabbing the two of you a snack, scrolling through your phone, not even bothering to look up at you until you asked him what he was doing.

“You’re my girlfriend, Y/N.” He said it slowly, like he was reminding you of something you yourself couldn’t possibly forgot. The accusing fire in his gaze made you squirm. “Of course I have the right to look through your phone.”

At first you were too surprised to react. You had never really had a reason to look through Rafe’s phone, but you imagined he wouldn’t be too happy if you did.

“Why the fuck do you look so nervous, huh?” He was starting to sound annoyed, and his eyes were flicking between meeting yours and scanning your phone. “Got something you’re trying to hide from me?”

“What? No, Rafe! I just didn’t expect to find you going through my phone, that’s all.” You explained breathlessly. You didn’t know why he was accusing you of trying to keep secrets from him.

Unfortunately, the last thing that you should have done in that moment was try to snatch your phone away from Rafe.

His hand shot out, tightly gripping your wrist as he dug his fingers into the bone beneath your skin. You cried out in pain and watched as your phone fell onto the bed, before bouncing to the floor.

Your boyfriend was furious now, easily pulling you onto the bed by your wrist and onto your back at a painful angle before straddling you. You struggled beneath him, trying hopelessly to stop him from putting his hands on you

When Rafe slapped you across the face the first time, your ears rang and you swore that your vision went white for a moment.

Every sound became muffled but you could hear Rafe angrily chastising you from above, “dumb bitch. I mean, I pay for your fucking phone, so yeah, you’re not gonna talk back to me when I go through it.”

That was months ago, and you later learned that that wasn’t even the first time that Rafe had gone through your phone.

You weren’t cheating on Rafe, that much was 100% true. The problem was that Rafe’s definition of cheating included behaviors that you knew were not cheating.

Texting your classmate a question about homework turned into a two hour long fight that culminated in Rafe giving you a black eye.

After Rafe saw you had and Topper had sent each other a couple funny posts in instagram dm’s, he choked you so hard you passed out, leaving you to cover up the extensive bruising on your neck around your friends and family to avoid explaining what had happened.

Ever since then you had learned to be careful about who you texted, and if you ever texted anyone Rafe wouldn’t approve or said something that he wouldn’t like, you made sure to delete the conversations.

You were always so diligent in covering your tracks.

Except for the one time you really needed to.

After another argument with Rafe had become physical, once you finally got some space away from him you had texted a friend, vaguely venting your frustrations with him, without revealing too many details to make her suspicious that Rafe was hurting you.

As you shakily typed out the texts you couldn’t help but think back on the fight you had had. After catching a guy staring at you in the club, the moment you returned home, Rafe had been quick to grab you by the throat, pushing you up against the wall before hurling insults at you.

“I mean you dress like such a fucking slut, no wonder I have to chase these guys off. I bet you wanted his attention, didn’t you?” His eyes narrowed as he looked down at you with disgust.

You were so shocked by his outburst you had barely registered the fingers crushed your throat, and you finally gasped for air against his strong hand. “N-no, Rafe!”

His grip tightened as he regarded your fearful eyes, “nah, you always think you can fool me sweetheart but you never can.” His chuckled, but there was no hint of humor in his eyes, “I saw you looking at him when we first walked in.”

You shook your head against him, tears gathering in your eyes as you begged with him, “I wasn’t baby-”

“Shut the fuck up, Y/N.” He spat at you, squeezing so hard you were sure you would have deep purple bruises on your neck tomorrow.

“I never should have let you outta the house wearing that dress. You were looking for trouble walking around like that.” Rafe growled, his eyes were ice cold. You knew that he was itching for a fight, and you didn’t want to give him what he wanted.

“I’m sorry,” you struggled to force the words out with such little breath and Rafe finally gave you a respite when he loosened his grip on your throat. “You okayed it before we went out, I thought it wouldn’t be a problem.”

“I knew every guy at that bar would be trying to fuck you with their eyes, but I didn’t think you’d be doing the same to them!” The more he spoke, the more pissed off he seemed to be making himself. You knew that he was just convincing himself that his actions were justified.

When he tossed you to the floor, you yelped in pain when your shoulder hit the hard wood. You barely had time to reach for your tender neck before Rafe grabbed a fistful of your hair and forced you to look up at him.

“I mean, do you even love me anymore, Y/N?” His voice sounded hurt, and even though this wasn’t the first time he had used this card on you in the middle of putting his hands on you, you couldn’t deny the tug on your heartstrings you had when you looked into your boyfriend’s eyes.

“Of course I do, Rafe!” You insisted, knowing that your enthusiasm was expected and there would be consequences if you didn’t play along.

You were terrified of your boyfriend, and after being with him for so long, you were aware of the ways to deescalate a tense situation. In moments like these you would have said anything to protect yourself.

“Nah, you don’t mean that. You haven’t been yourself lately baby. Always too busy with work to spend time with me and now you’re talking back to me?” He shook his head, tsk-ing as he glared at you disgustedly. “Not to mention, you haven’t been fulfilling all of your duties as my girlfriend.”

You stared at him, puzzled and not understanding his meaning, “what are you talking about?”

“What are you talking about?” He repeated back to you in a mocking tone, like he couldn’t believe how dumb you were to not get it. “I mean, it’s been, what, five days since you last let me have sex with you? I have needs, Y/N. And when you can’t just lay on your back and spread your legs for me, you’re being a bad girlfriend.”

His words stung, and you couldn’t tell if the tears in your eyes were because of the large hand tangled into your hair, or because your boyfriend was acting like you owed him sex, like you were in the wrong right now.

“Now you’re gonna make it up to me, because you are really pissing me off right now, and I don’t want to hear any fucking complaints, do you understand?”

Your body was screaming in resistance, but you numbly realized that you were nodding your head. Rafe’s hand left your hair, finding your chin and gripping your jaw hard.

“Use your words, sweetheart,” the sick grin that was spread across his lips told you exactly how much Rafe was getting off on your humiliation right now and you wanted to be sick.

“I understand.” You forced the words past your gritted teeth, swallowing down the bile that threatened to come up.

Rafe unbuttoned his pants before sliding the zipper down and pushing them down his legs before pulling off his boxers as well.

His dick was hard, a bead of precum already pearled at the tip of his intimidating length.

You swallowed nervously, already afraid of how rough your boyfriend was going to be. You felt like you weren’t ready at all, but the sharp pain the bloomed on your cheek after Rafe slapped you told you that you must have hesitated for too long.

“Quit your damn procrastinating, Y/N,” he hissed, tangling his fingers into your hair again and pulling you to his dick, forcing the tip past your plump lips.

You didn’t have any time to be surprised, gagging and choking on him as he pushed himself deeper towards your throat. He groaned at the feeling of your throat squeezing his cock, urging himself further into the back of your mouth.

Rafe was in heaven, basking in the sight of your teary eyes and the ruined mascara that now trailed down your cheeks. You had looked so pretty at the club tonight, but now you were a crying mess. The noises of your gagging and the steady sound of Rafe’s cock hitting the back of your throat filled the space. Nothing had ever made Rafe hornier than seeing your beautiful, tear filled eyes begging and pleading with his.

He reached out to your cheek, wiping up a bit of saliva that had been forced past your lips. Your glassy eyes were unfocused now that you had given up any thoughts of resistance, too cock drunk to try protesting against the stronger man.

You were doing all you could not to gag on him and choke, knowing full well that that would only spur him on. Every time you pushed at his thigh to get him to ease up, he would slap your hand away with an annoyed grunt.

His pace was relentless now, one hand was gripping your hair and the other was at your throat, holding you still so he could push himself deeper.

“That’s right baby, fuck,” he bit back his groans, ignoring your gagging and desperate eyes when he forced himself too far down your throat, literally choking you with his cock. “Oh fuck- god Y/N, you’re better than any sex doll, you know why?”

He knew you couldn’t answer him, especially since he had started thrusting faster past your messy lips, but he still paused to drink in the sight before him.

“Because they can’t fight back,” Rafe sneered, picking up his pace again, reaching a punishing fervor.

The blond’s dick was slamming into the back of your throat while the large hand at your throat squeezed in warning anytime you so much tried to pull back.

He sped up on final time, chasing his high by forcing you to take all of his cock. Rafe held you in place and watched you choke on him for a couple seconds before letting out a low groan and spilling his salty seed down your throat, giving you no choice but to swallow every drop of it.

When he pulled his dick out of your mouth, you took a gasping breath, but weren’t allowed much air before Rafe slapped you across the face hard.

“From now on, I expect this and more from you every night we’re together. Because that’s how my girlfriend is supposed to act. And if you think about giving me any lip about that, then I’m gonna make you wish you had just kept your pretty mouth shut, got it?”

That rest of the night was no better than the beginning, after Rafe had helped you clean up, he basically immediately led you to your bed.

He chuckled in satisfaction when you didn’t fight back against his wandering hands, and as held tight to your wrists, plunging his cock into your slick cunt, he didn’t say anything about the tears rolling down your cheeks.

The next morning you had woken up sore, your entire body ached, and you weren’t surprised when you looked in the mirror and saw the red and purple blooming around your throat.

Rafe was still asleep, his deep snores letting you know that he wouldn’t be waking up soon.

You quietly snuck into the bathroom, grabbing your phone off of the bedside table on the way. Once you had shut and locked the door behind you, you exhaled deeply, unlocking your phone to check for messages.

Your friend had texted you asking how your night had gone, and feeling perhaps a little too honest, you told her that the two of you had had an “argument.”

‘he thought i was checking out a guy at the bar and said some really rude things to me last night.’ You laughed to yourself as you stared at your own words through blurry eyes. It was both funny and sad to you how used to covering for Rafe you now were.

The bathroom felt more cramped when you remembered that Rafe was just on the other side of the door, despite being asleep.

A new notification popped up soundlessly and you read your friend’s text. She was joking about gathering all of your mutual friends to gang up on Rafe.

If only she knew the extent of what Rafe had done to you. You were sure she wouldn’t be joking then. In spite of that, you were angry with Rafe and wanted to blow off a little steam with your friend.

Which is why you felt emboldened to continue texting her.

‘he’s such an asshole sometimes. i’ve been thinking about breaking it off with him soon.’

You huffed, putting your phone down before finishing up in the bathroom and opening the door.

To your surprise, Rafe was standing on the other side, waiting for you to get out before he brushed past you without a word.

You noticed he was taking longer than he usually did to just pee, and when he finally stepped out of the bathroom, you realized with a horrible chill why he had been in there for so long.

Clutched in his hand was your cellphone, and you could see that it was open to the messages you had just sent.

“‘He’s such an asshole, I’ve been thinking about breaking it off??’” His voice was cold and you cringed hearing him speak your words. There was no denying he had read your texts.

You shivered, frozen in place as he stared you down, his blue eyes boring so deep into you that you swore you could feel them burning straight through you.

Your mouth was so dry, you had never felt so afraid of your boyfriend before. Even after everything he had put you through, you had never said anything about breaking up with him to his face. “Rafe, I-”

If your instincts hadn’t kicked in, you would have taken the blow right to your nose, however you had been lucky enough to dodge the phone fast enough that it only nicked your forehead before smashing into pieces against the wall behind you.

Unfortunately, while you had been focused on dodging your phone, the taller man had closed the gap between you, easily pushing you up against the wall by your throat and choking you with both hands. Rafe’s fingers pressed down against the bruises that they had left there the previous night.

You wanted to scream, but Rafe had knocked the wind out of you and no matter how hard you shoved him, he wasn’t giving up.

“You’re mine,” he hissed as you struggled against him. “Maybe I’ve been hitting you too much recently, because I don’t remember you being this stupid when we first started dating.”

Before you could comprehend what was happening, Rafe had spun you around and pushed you face first into the bed. One of his hands was forcing your head against the mattress, while the other pawed at your silk pajama shorts, opting to rip away the fabric covering you before freeing his hard cock from his boxers.

“You think I’m an asshole?” He growled, the tip of his cock brushed against your slick cunt and you shuddered at the feel of him beginning to force himself inside of you.

“I’ll show you how much of an asshole I can be.”

[rafeschicana]

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘺 𝘹 𝘱𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳!𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥

who he's obsessed with! following her all around the country as she tours. being her personal bodyguard, photographer etc etc. non-stop gushing about her in interviews about how proud he is of her. he loves showing her off letting everyone know that's his girl!

“cmon mi amor just one more?” drew begs from behind the camera. you threw your head back laughing. “okay okay fine”

you spun in a circle showing off your new stage outfit. a mini pink bedazzled performance dress matching microphone in hand also. “you look beautiful mmm so sexy” drew complimented you as he worked the camera. eyes immediately going to his. covering your face you walked up to him taking the camera from him. As long as you've been with him you'll always get shy when he praises you.

later that week you post a photo dump including the short clip of yourself that drew recorded. fans going crazy hearing his voice in the background.

[lovlidollie]

this is so older!rafe x reader

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i’ll do u one better nonnie this is sugardaddy!rafe, better yet — older!sugardaddy!rafe … he’s so soft with her, so gentle in their day to day. she’s always with him when he’s at the country club playing golf with his older buddies who always go green with envy when they see the young, pretty girl hanging off of rafe’s arm. she’s such a sweet thing, always offering all of them ice cold drinks n refreshments, dazzling them all with her pretty smile. they’re always perving on her, unashamedly staring up her cute mini skirts n low cut tops. rafe only takes so much before he’s coming over to slap her ass n say something in that stupidly attractive drawl of his; “hey darl’n, why don’t’ya go get me another club, hm? leave us old men to have a lil’ talk?” (then he threatens them all that if anyone looks at her that way again they’re getting their knees kicked in (only reason why none of them are getting beat up right then n there is because he doesn’t want her to see that side of him))

he sends daily paychecks to her with a little note like “something lovely for a lovely lady,” n always encourages her to spend his money; he wasn’t working so hard for it to just sit there. to everyone else he’s such a gentleman even if he’s the one with the controversially young girlfriend.

i honestly think he’d be sweet in bed too. lots of praise n positive reinforcement, only saves the degrading n punishments for when you’ve really fucked up. always always has to cum inside n he has the biggest breeding kink ever, he just needs to make sure you’ll be his forever. sd!rafe is just such a soft dom me thinks, he expects respect n only punishes when that’s not being met. sometimes when he’s feeling mean, instead of making you grind against his perfectly tailored pants, he’ll make you rub against his expensive shoes n laugh when you ask for his cock; “gotta work for it baby, nothin’ f’free ‘round here.” rafe likes to see you put the effort in, which is why he makes you ride him so often. he likes to see the way your face scrunches up when it gets too hard to bounce on his thickness, the way your thighs shake when he’s in too deep. he likes to watch the way he fucks you dumb when he finally takes the reigns n uses you the way you crave.

[littlelamy]

You’d never felt more confident than you did today. The moment you stepped into the studio for your photoshoot, the air thick with the scent of fresh paint and perfume, you knew you were in your element. Your outfit was daring—more sheer than anything else, the fabric teasingly clinging to your curves. The soft light caught the contours of your body, accentuating every angle. You could feel Rafe’s eyes on you, his admiration palpable as he leaned against the wall, a predatory grin spreading across his face.

“You look fucking incredible,” he said, his voice low and rough, sending a shiver down your spine. He stepped closer, his gaze drinking you in. “Like a work of art.”

“Thanks,” you replied with a playful smirk, turning to catch his gaze. “You think the photographer will like it?”

“He’ll have no choice. You’re the star of the show,” Rafe replied, stepping even closer. His hands found your waist, thumbs brushing over your skin, igniting a warmth that spread through you.

The photoshoot was a blur of flashing lights and sultry poses, your confidence soaring with each click of the camera. You loved the way the photographer guided you, encouraging you to unleash your inner vixen, yet Rafe's steady gaze anchored you amidst the chaos. Each time you caught his eye, he’d wink or mouth something suggestive, making it hard to concentrate. You could see the way he appreciated you, like you were the only person in the room, the only person that mattered.

“Let’s try something different,” the photographer called, snapping you out of your reverie. “Get on your knees, look up at the camera. Make love to the camera.”

Your heart raced at the suggestion, but you complied, sinking to your knees and glancing up at the camera with a sultry smile. Rafe leaned against the wall, his arms crossed, a dark smirk playing on his lips. You could feel the heat radiating from him, and it only fueled your performance. You wanted to make him proud, to show him how much you could own this moment.

After what felt like an eternity of posing, the shoot finally wrapped up. Adrenaline coursed through your veins as you walked back toward Rafe, a satisfied grin plastered on your face. “How did I do?” you asked, leaning into him, your body still buzzing from the energy of the room.

“You were perfect, babe,” he said, pulling you closer, his hands resting possessively on your waist. “But it’s time for me to show you why youre my star.”

“Oh? And how do you plan to do that?” you teased, a spark igniting in your belly.

“Just wait and see,” he said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper that sent heat rushing to your cheeks. He led you to his car, the anticipation thick in the air.

The drive home was a mixture of laughter and heated glances, the tension between you two crackling like electricity. Rafe’s hand found its way to your thigh, fingers teasingly sliding up your leg, inching closer to where you ached for him. “You know,” he began, his eyes fixed on the road but his tone suggestive, “I can’t stop thinking about how good you looked in that outfit. Like you were made for me.”

“Made for you, huh?” you challenged, biting your lip, feeling bold and flirtatious.

“Absolutely,” he said, a wicked grin creeping onto his face. “And I’ll show you just how much you’re mine.”

Without warning, Rafe pulled over to the side of the road, the tires crunching against the gravel as he parked. Before you could react, he turned toward you, his expression dark, eyes smoldering with intensity. He reached over, brushing a thumb along your cheek with a mixture of tenderness and something far more primal.

“Spread your pretty legs for me,” he commanded, his voice a low, sultry growl that made your heart skip. The authority in his tone sent a rush through you, the world outside the car fading as the moment consumed you.

A playful smirk tugged at your lips as you met his gaze. “Bossy, are we?”

His eyes flashed, a hint of a smile at the corners. “You like it when I take control,” he replied, his hand moving down to your thigh, fingers caressing you softly at first, then more possessively. "And don’t pretend you didn’t see this coming. The way you looked back there, posing like that…you knew what you were doing to me.”

You shifted in the seat, letting him guide you. The moment you complied, he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your skin as his fingers traced a line up your thigh. He murmured, voice dropping to a whisper, “That’s my girl. You’re perfect, you know that?” His hands slid up, pushing your skirt higher with every inch, until his fingers found lace. He paused, looking into your eyes, savoring the moment.

“You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you?” he said, his voice teasing yet undeniably reverent. "You planned this.”

“Maybe,” you replied, breathless, matching his grin. “What can I say? I knew you’d appreciate the view.”

A deep, throaty chuckle escaped him as he slid his fingers over you, his breath hitching. “Look at you…pussy so wet. All this just for me.”

“Always for you,” you whispered, shivering as his touch grew bolder, each movement purposeful, making you lose yourself in the feeling. Your fingers gripped the seat as his touch sent waves through you, filling the air with quiet, unspoken promises.

He leaned in, his lips trailing slowly up your thigh. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured between kisses. “And you’re mine, you hear me?” His voice dropped even lower, his tone possessive yet tender. “I’m not sharing a single inch of you.”

Your back arched instinctively, every sense heightened as his lips traveled with purpose. “You don’t have to,” you managed to reply, voice catching with each press of his lips. “I’m all yours, Rafe.”

“Good,” he said, barely audible as his lips pressed against your skin. His voice was a vibration that echoed through you, and you could feel his gaze rise, admiring the way you reacted to him. “Because you deserve to feel how much I want you. I’m going to make sure you remember it.”

A soft gasp escaped your lips as he lingered close, every touch deliberate, every word sending a fresh surge of warmth through you.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he murmured, voice rough and reverent as he pressed another kiss, firmer this time, letting his lips hover over your clit. "Every second you were in that studio, I couldn’t look away. And I don’t want anyone else seeing you like that.”

A warmth flooded your cheeks at his words, but you couldn’t help a soft laugh. “So what you’re saying is, you’re a little possessive?”

He gave a low chuckle, pressing another kiss, this one a bit harder, the edge of his teeth grazing your bud as he whispered, “Maybe more than a little. I don’t share.”

You sighed as his mouth found its way back to your thigh, biting gently making your pulse race faster, and your hand reached out instinctively, tangling in his hair as he moved closer.

He glanced up, his eyes dark and intense, catching your gaze. “You’re mine,” he said, his voice a husky whisper that sent a thrill through you. “And I’m going to make sure you never forget that.”

You drew in a shaky breath, your own voice soft, but firm. “Good. I don’t want to forget."

Rafe leaned in, his mouth grazing against your thigh before he plunged his tongue into your wet folds. Your back arched off the seat, a breathless moan escaping your lips. “That’s it,” he spits, the wetness from his mouth dribbling over your sensitive bud, the vibrations of his deep voice sending delicious shivers through you. “Let everyone know who you belong to.”

You bit your lip, fighting to keep your voice down as he licked and sucked your clit, driving you closer to the edge. “Rafe, I—”

“Don’t hold back, star. I want to hear you,” he encouraged, his tongue working magic as he devoured you. His hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he feasted. " 'such a pretty pussy....my pretty pussy"

The world outside faded away, leaving only the sensations building inside you. Every flick of his tongue ignited sparks that danced up your spine. “I’m so close, Rafey” you gasped, your body trembling under his ministrations.

“Then let go, babe. I want to taste you,” he urged, his voice thick with desire. You could feel the pressure mounting, and with one final lick, you shattered, your body erupting in waves of pleasure. You cried out, unable to contain yourself, the sound echoing in the quiet night.

As you came down from the high, Rafe pulled back, his chin glistening with your essence. “There’s my Star,” he said, a smug smile on his lips. “Told you I’d take care of you.”

“You definitely did,” you replied breathlessly, a smile spreading across your face. You leaned in, capturing his lips in a heated kiss, tasting yourself on him. “But just so you know, I’m ready for an encore.”

“Oh, we’ll definitely have more than one show,” he grinned, pulling you close as he started the engine again. You could feel the heat radiating off of him, the primal energy crackling in the air between you.

“Do you think anyone saw?” you asked, a mixture of embarrassment and excitement rushing through you.

“Who cares? You’re my star, and I’ll show you off however I want,” he said, glancing at you with a devilish grin. “Besides, you’re too fucking hot for me to keep you to myself.”

As he drove, his hand found its way back to your thigh, fingers dancing closer to your center again. “You have no idea how much I want you right now,” he confessed, his voice low and rough, eyes smoldering with need.

“Then why don’t you show me?” you challenged, feeling bold.

“Just wait until we get home, babe,” he promised, his grip tightening on your thigh. “I have plans for you that’ll leave you begging for more.”

“Plans, huh?” you teased, biting your lip as you imagined what he had in store.

“Yeah, you’ll see,” he said, a wicked glint in his eyes. “I’m going to make you feel so good that you won’t forget this night.”

“Good luck with that,” you laughed, knowing full well how much he loved a challenge.

As he pulled into your driveway, you could hardly contain your excitement. Rafe parked and turned to face you, his expression serious now. “Just remember, babe,” he said, his tone suddenly earnest. “You’re mine, and I’m going to show you exactly what that means.”

“Show me, Rafe,” you breathed, feeling the heat rise in your core once more. “I’m ready.”

He grinned, and before you could react, he had you pulled against him, his lips crashing onto yours. You melted into the kiss, a delicious mix of heat and urgency flooding your senses. “Let’s go inside,” he murmured against your lips, and you nodded eagerly, heart racing with anticipation.

The moment you stepped through the door, Rafe’s hands were on you again, his grip firm as he backed you against the wall. “This is just the beginning,” he growled, capturing your lips again with a hunger that sent shivers down your spine.

You could feel the weight of his desire pressing against you, every inch of him radiating heat as he deepened the kiss. Your bodies moved together, the world outside fading away as you got lost in each other. “You’re my star, and tonight, I’m going to make sure you shine brighter than ever.”

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[rafeslittleangel]

Summary: Rafe comes home to find out that you're hanging out with the pogues when he strictly told you not to and decides to teach you a lesson.

Pairing: Dark!Rafe × Girlfriend!Reader

Warnings: Substance abuse, violence, gun, mentions of bondage, abuse (choking, slapping and hairpulling)

Read at your own risk.

A/N: I tried dark!rafe!!! Sorry if it does not turn out as well as I hoped for it to be.

Words: 1.6K

The keys jangled in the hole, door unlocking. Rafe pushed the door open frustratedly, slamming it as he enters and shuts the door.

The house was dark, except some lighting in the living room and the dining room. Rafe sighed and walked upstairs, thinking you were asleep, considering it was 2am at night. He opened the shared bedroom door slowly, expecting to find his pretty girl on bed, hopefully in minimal clothing. Instead, he was faced with an empty bed and no girlfriend in sight.

It was an understatement to say Rafe was panicking.

His first thought was something happened to you and someone took you from him, but all the doors and windows had been locked. His first instinct was to grab his phone, shaky hands opening Life360.

"Fuck!" He shouted, your location was turned off.

He calls you, throwing his phone against the wall when the automated voice tells him your phone is switched off.

Breathing became quite a task for him, chest heaving, pupils red from doing coke just some time ago at Barry's. He shouted your name, hoping your voice would come from one of the guest rooms, exclaiming you had been here the whole time.

He picks up his phone, screen cracked but still functional. He calls Topper, storming the house as he checks all the rooms, almost ripping the doors off their hinges.

"What's up?"

Topper finally picks up, video game noises in the background.

"WHERE IS SHE!?" Rafe shouts, loud enough that Topper pauses his game, back straightening and alert.

"Where is who? Y/n? Isn't she home?"

"Would I be fucking calling you if she was home dumbass? Is she at your house?"

Topper frowns, rubbing his forehead.

"Bud, why the hell would your girlfriend be at my house? I'm gonna call Sarah and ask if she's seen her okay? Just-just stay at home. You sound too coked up to be driving right now."

Rafe stares at his phone as Topper cuts the call, promising to help him find you. He looks around, eyes widened and body shaking.

"She wouldn't leave me." He sinks down to the floor, whispering to himself, head in his hands and tears in his eyes. His throat closed up, long hands pulling on his blonde hair. He calls you again and again, received by the the same automated message.

"She wouldn't leave me. She promised me she wouldn't leave me...she-"

He scrambles to pick up his ringing phone, cursing when he realises it's Topper and not you.

"She's with Sarah." Topper says when Rafe picks up.

His words ring in Rafe's mind. She's with Sarah. That means she's with those dirty fucking pogues.

He cuts the call without saying a word, tears long gone as he tucks his gun inside his jeans, keys in his hand. He knew where you were, didn't have to think twice before driving to the Chateau.

He ignored Topper's calls, putting his phone on silent while he drove.

You knew how much Rafe hated those pogues. You knew how much he hated Sarah. But you still hung out with them behind his back huh? He was about to catch you fucking red handed today.

He parked his car a little away from the chateau, getting out of the car quickly.

A yard party at the chateau.

Oh you were in a hell lotta fucking trouble this time.

He observes you from far away, arms crossed and eyes red. He was going fucking crazy inside...but he had to catch you at the right moment. Make you feel guilty and vulnerable.

A particular song that you love comes up and he snaps his head to JJ, who walks towards you. You laugh and you dance with him, tits pressed against his chest and arms around his neck.

In your mind you were just dancing with your best friend.

In Rafe's mind, you had betrayed him and humiliated him in front of the world. His blood boiled as he marched towards you.

Sarah notices him first and tries to pull him back. He pushes her away and reaches you. JJ's eyes widened, your back to Rafe.

That's it asshole. Be scared of me.

Rafe pushes you aside and before you can even register your boyfriend is here, he punches JJ in the face, and hard. He tries to punch Rafe back but Rafe pushes him back, repeatedly punching him till the point you're screaming for him to let go.

"RAFE STOP IT! LEAVE HIM ALONE!"

You yank at his arm and he finally stops, wiping the sweat from his face, kicking JJ's crumpled form one last time. He takes out his gun, pointing it at JJ's head. You widen your eyes and cover the muzzle with your hand.

"Rafe please please please don't do this please..." You whisper, body visibly shaking.

His eyes lay on you next and you cower under his gaze when you see the rage boiling in his stare. He scans you up and down, hands turning into fists when he properly looks at the tight pink dress you're wearing that barely covers your ass. He ignores the rest of the crowd, tugging the gun back into his waistband.

He wraps his hand around your wrist, practically dragging you back to his car, deaf to your protests.

"LET ME GO! HAVE YOU GONE FUCKING CRAZY?"

He opens the door to the passenger seat, shoving you inside and shutting the door, activating child lock so you can't get out.

You try to open the door frantically as Rafe climbs into his own seat. You give up, turning to your fuming boyfriend.

"Rafe..." You whisper, fear in your voice.

He pulls out to the main road, driving way over the speed limit.

"Rafe" You say, louder this time. He speeds up even more, taking harsher turns, jaw set and knuckles white over the steering wheel.

"Rafe!" You scream. "Rafe please slow dow-"

He abruptly turns to the side of the road, pulling the brakes as he undoes his seat belt, wrapping his hand around your throat.

"Rafe, Rafe, Rafe!" He mocks you, tightening his hand around your neck, cutting off your air supply. You struggled to breathe, hands wrapping around his.

"Spit it out bitch. What do you want huh?"

He grinded his teeth together.

"Want to cheat on me with JJ again? Wanna go back to him and let him fuck you?"

"I w-wasnt..." You try to say, tears in your eyes. Rafe swings the back of his hand at your cheek, your head thrown to one side as he let's go of your neck.

You look up to see his face, horrified look on your face. You search his face for any sign of regret but you only see anger.

"That hurt huh? Did that fucking hurt you- you slut!?"

He pulls your hair back when you don't answer him. You gasp, the pain in your scalp bringing tears to your eyes.

"Rafe I'm sorry please I-"

"Sorry huh? Sorry you turned off your location? Sorry for ignoring my calls? Sorry for cheating on me with that dirty fucking pogue or Sorry for hanging out with my bitch of a sister!?"

He yanked on your hair again and this time the tears that flowed down your cheeks weren't of pain but of fear.

"I wasn't cheating on you baby I just wanted to be with my friends and I know you don't like them-"

"Oh so you knew I didn't like them? Glad to know something registers in that airhead of yours."

He let's go off your hair, tears in his eyes now.

"Fuck y/n you told me you love me! You told me you-"

His voice broke, hands on his head. Your eyes softened but you were clearly still scared. From the look of his eyes and the way he was behaving? You knew he was on drugs.

"I do love you I love you Rafe-"

"THEN WHY WERE YOU WITH THEM!?! WHY DID YOU LEAVE THE FUCKING HOUSE WITHOUT EVEN- WITHOUT FUCKING TELLING ME!?"

You flinch at his loud voice. His breaths slow down and he wipes off his tears, starting the car again. You stay silent the whole ride, scared of what he would do if you said anything, scared for your safety.

Rafe was a hothead. But he was calculating. And what he had in store for you, even God couldn't stop him.

He got out of the car the moment you both reached, grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you out of the passenger seat. He threw you over his shoulder, storming to your bedroom. You pleaded with him to stop and talk to you but he kept walking, throwing you on the bed.

He grabbed your chin hard, squeezing it between his thumb and his fore finger until you were crying with pain and grabbing onto his shoulders, begging for him to let you go.

"Open." Rafe spits out coldly.

This wasn't your Rafe.

He wouldn't hurt you like this.

You open your mouth anyway, eyes trained on his blue ones. He takes out a baggie from the back pocket of his jeans, taking some powder in his fingers.

"No no no no no...Rafe please please I'm sorry baby please don't-"

He forced your mouth open, coating your gums with coke. He looks into your eyes, smirking as it takes effect almost immediately, body pliant under him.

"You'll never have to leave this house again yeah? Daddy's got everything you need."

He whispers, spreading just a bit more powder on your tongue. You nod, mixture of euphoria from the coke and fear churning in the pit of your stomach, spit falling from the sides of your mouth.

Rafe gets up to lock the door, returning with rope in one hand and gun in another as he feasted his eyes on your perfect body in that slutty dress.

He was never going to let you go.

[maybankcore]

◟ヾ jj maybanks reckless girlfriend .

crazy. carefree. and an even more of a kleptomaniac then jj. hard drugs by 12 am and sober by 8, rolls a meannn blunt and smells like nicotine and cherries. see-through tops with a black laced bra peaking out, stuffed with rolled up tenners (its usage being very important), durex condoms, and jj stuffing shit in them instead of using his own pockets. low rise baggy jeans – that show her slutty tattoo on her lower back – with stolen steve madden platforms. smudged eyeliner and heaps of mascara coating her eyelashes, with a red lipped look – which, after visiting jj, is also smudged. yelling, fighting, and putting snotty kooks in their places is her all time favorite hobby. had potentially made out with kie when stoned but never regretted it. oh, and she always has the meanest resting bitch face.

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[lodeddiperactivate]

Stopping a fight

A/N: I was daydreaming about Barry and suddenly this came to me. I needed this to be more graphic but I'll save that for the Part 3 of How to survive a horror movie :) also, I couldn't think of a better title 😫

"Rafe, stop it!" You shouted as your brother gave John B another punch to the gut. He stumbles backward knocking the vase by the coffee table.

"Stop it, let him go Rafe!" Sarah shouted at Rafe as she tried to get in between them but was met with a brute push that sent her tumbling towards you. You helped her up as John B threw another punch at Rafe.

"Beat his ass!" JJ shouted to which Kiara shot him a look.

"Stop this!" Pope tried to grab unto John B's arm but Rafe was ready to throw another punch.

"Come at me," John B said.

Rafe launched at John B to which he evaded quickly. Before you knew it, Rafe was on the floor with John B straddling him, throwing punches at Rafe's face. You see your brother's face get bloodied and you started to get nauseaous. You have never seen that much blood, and you froze. With shaky hands, you took your phone to call him, "Barry, please help," was all you said. You hear Barry on the phone frantic, asking where you are and if you were okay. You didn't respond as you let the phone fall to your side. You catch your breath as John B threw another punch at Rafe. It seemed like he was motionless and for a second, you thought he was dead. You see Sarah crying. You couldn't move. You feel a tight knot in your stomach preventing you to breathe. Breathe, you told yourself. Breathe.

"What the hell-" Barry said as he entered the room. At this point, Rafe was on the brink of passing out.

"That all you got, pogue!" He hissed at John B to which John B continued throwing punches.

"Get off of him, man!" Barry, with one quick motion, lifted John B off of Rafe.

"Stay out of this!"

"No," Barry said. "Come on, give me your best shot, boy," he taunted John B.

John B hesitated but he was so angry that he threw a punch at Barry to which Barry dodged. He quickly punched John B in the gut, and then he was on the floor, his hands on his stomach, groaning.

Rafe took this opportunity to kick John B in the stomach while he was still on the floor from Barry's punch.

"Rafe, stop it!" Barry said, getting in between Rafe and John B. The other pogues quickly went to John B helping him on his feet. You felt Sarah hold your hand before running to John B.

"Walk it off, Rafe," Barry said.

"Nah man, I'm not done yet-"

"Yes you are homie! Now walk it off," You flinched as Barry shouted at Rafe. You've never heard him speak that loudly to anyone.

For a while, you stood there and saw everything in slow motion. Guess the fight's over? You said to yourself. Why can't you move your legs? You looked down at your own hands, they're still shaking. You can't seem to stop them from shaking. Am I about to have a breakdown? Your breath hitches.

"Babe?" You looked up slowly to see Barry walking towards you. Everyone was gone. Rafe's inside. The pogues left with Sarah. How long were you standing there? It was only a few seconds but it felt like forever.

"Hey hey, it's fine now, come here."

Barry took your shaking hands, gripped them to let you know it will be okay, and wrapped you in an embrace that you leaned into naturally.

"I didn't know what else to do," your voice was shaky and you feel your tears at the back of your eyes threatening to come down.

"Shh I know baby," Barry said as he stroked your hair and eyed you carefully, observing your every expression. "Thank you for calling me."

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introducing… maybank!reader

maybank!reader who always knew of rafe and his reputation , but she didn’t truly know him until she started working at the country club. he was always there , drinking with kelce and topper or out on the course. when you started bartending there , rafe would stick around longer. it was always to bother you. he would flirt with you ‘despite you being a pogue’. after long , he started actually flirting with you , telling you how much he liked coming here now that he saw you.

maybank!reader who started dating rafe before season one and was the one to make it very clear that it would be kept a secret. you knew exactly how all of your friends and especially your brother felt about him. there was no universe that them finding out could ever go well. you loved rafe , but that was off the table. rafe agreed as well , not necessarily wanting to come out dating a pogue to his friends.

maybank!reader who does not play about her brother. she was seven minutes older than jj ; she never let him forget it. yes , he was her twin , but first he was her baby brother. when it came to their father , she always stepped in — luke not having the balls to take his anger out on his daughter. and each time she caught wind of rafe and jj getting into it? blocked. she wouldn’t speak to him until he came back groveling with an apology.

maybank!reader who always had really high highs and very low lows , but in poguelandia , she was at her absolute rock bottom. sarah had obviously talked to everyone about what happened with rafe , and it only reminded her that rafe was no longer the person she fell in love with. but god , she missed him. it was horrible. she was kidnapped in barbados and stuck with rafe at singh’s mansion with kie. rafe and her were put in a room , and kie down the hall. the entire time they were there was spent with him begging for her to forgive him.

maybank!reader who still hadn’t told anyone about her and rafe’s now buried relationship even after they returned home. she assumed that sarah knew considering everything that happened before they washed up on the island. she loved working on pougelandia 2.0 and living with her best friends , but being back on the island just reminded her of rafe. it had been so long , and she missed him. even through all of the shit , she missed him. and all she was getting were empty stares from a distance. it was hell.

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rafe cameron x blackcat! girlfriend ☆

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[winterrrnight]

rafe cameron x rockstar!gf 💋🥀🍒🍷🎸💌

she makes music with her band, and he always comes to all her band practices. he loves listening to her play the guitar, so he’ll stop doing whatever he’s doing, and sit down next to her in bed as she’s gently strumming her guitar. he loves to see her so passionate about music, and she shows him all her favorite music proudly, resulting him in finding so many wonderful underground artists that she introduces him to. <3

[littlelamy]

backstage pass

rockstar!rafe x model!reader

The roar of the crowd still echoed in your ears as you stepped through the entrance of the backstage area. The energy was electric, pulsating with the remnants of the performance. Rafe’s band had just delivered a mind-blowing show, and you were determined to celebrate it.

You navigated through the chaos—roadies packing up equipment, fans lingering for a glimpse of their idols—until you finally spotted Rafe. He was leaning against a wall, his shirt clinging to his toned body, soaked with sweat from the intensity of the show. His long hair was tousled, and his blue eyes sparkled with that familiar mischief that always made your heart race.

“There you are!” Rafe’s face lit up when he saw you, and before you knew it, he pulled you into a tight embrace, his body radiating warmth. “You were amazing out there!” you exclaimed, breathless from the sheer thrill of being so close to him.

“Thanks, babe,” he said, his voice low and husky. “But now the real fun starts.” He flashed a devilish grin, a gleam of wickedness in his eyes that promised all sorts of debauchery.

You laughed, feeling the excitement bubble up inside you. The other band members were sprawled around the room, sharing beers and swapping stories, the air thick with camaraderie and the lingering scent of smoke. Rafe’s presence, however, made the noise fade into the background.

“Come on, let’s get out of here,” he said, grabbing your hand and leading you away from the chaos. You couldn’t help but grin as he maneuvered through the sea of bodies, his confidence palpable. He found a secluded corner, the sounds of the band fading as the door to their dressing room clicked shut behind you.

“Just us now,” he murmured, stepping closer until there was barely any space left between you. His eyes roamed over your body, hungry and possessive, and you felt a rush of desire flood your veins. The anticipation was thick in the air, the electricity palpable as he leaned in.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” Rafe breathed, his hands trailing along your waist, pulling you closer until your bodies were pressed together. You could feel the heat radiating off him, the muscles of his chest firm against your breasts.

You bit your lip, feeling bold under his gaze. “You weren’t so bad yourself, rockstar.” You teased, your fingers playing with the hem of his shirt. “You know how to put on a show.”

He chuckled, that signature cocky grin spreading across his face. “Just wait until you see what I can do backstage.” There was a heat in his eyes, a promise that made your pulse quicken.

Before you could respond, Rafe closed the distance, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. It was raw and urgent, a clash of tongues that left you gasping for breath. You melted against him, your hands tangling in his hair as you deepened the kiss, feeling the world around you vanish.

“Damn, I’ve wanted this for so long,” he muttered against your lips, his voice dripping with desire. “You have no idea how fucking hot you are.”

“Show me,” you challenged, feeling bold and reckless. “Show me just how much you want me.”

With a wicked smile, Rafe stepped back for just a moment, his eyes darkening with lust. “You asked for it, baby.” He reached for your hips, lifting you effortlessly onto a nearby coffee table, the cool surface sending a shiver up your spine.

“Rafe…” you breathed, anticipation coursing through you as he stepped closer, wedging himself between your legs. His hands slid up your thighs, pushing your skirt up to reveal your bare mound, and you gasped at the sensation.

“God, you’re fucking perfect,” he said, his voice thick with lust. His fingers brushed against your wet pussy, and you arched your back, desperate for more. You could feel the heat pooling in your core, your body aching for his touch.

“Rafe, please…” you whimpered, grinding against his hand. “I need you.”

“Don’t worry, princess,” he murmured, a predatory glint in his eyes. “I’m going to give you everything you need.” He pressed his fingers against your pussy, teasing your bud with deliberate slowness. Every movement sent shockwaves through you, building the tension to a breaking point.

You moaned, your back arching as he slipped two fingers inside you, filling you completely. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his eyes locked on yours, watching as you surrendered to the pleasure. “I wish i could finger this sweet little hole forever.”

“Just like that,” you gasped, your thighs squeeing around his arm as he began to move, curling his fingers to hit that sweet spot that made your head spin. The sensation was overwhelming, the world around you fading away as you lost yourself in the moment.

Rafe leaned in, his lips trailing along your neck, nibbling and kissing your skin as he continued to thrust his fingers deep inside you. “You feel so fucking good,” he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. “I love how wet you are for me.”

“Rafe, I’m gonna—” you cried out, feeling the pressure build inside you. You could hardly think, the pleasure consuming you as he pushed you closer to the edge. 

“Let it happen, Star. I want to feel you come on my fingers,” he growled, his voice low and raspy. The sound sent you spiraling, and you couldn’t hold back any longer.

With a loud moan, you came undone, waves of ecstasy crashing over you as you tightened around his fingers. “Fuck!” Rafe cursed, his hips stuttering as he followed you over the edge, filling you with his warmth.

You both collapsed into each other, breathless and spent, the world around you forgotten as you savored the moment. Rafe’s fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you close as you shared a soft, lingering kiss, a promise of more to come.

“Now that was a celebration,” he said with a smirk, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

You laughed, feeling elated and completely satisfied. “Let’s do that again sometime,” you teased, knowing this was just the beginning of your wild night.

With a playful glint in his eyes, Rafe guided you to the coffee table and himself onto the couch. He leaned back, spreading his legs wide, the sight of him relaxed yet commanding made your heart race. “Now, it’s your turn to entertain me,” he said, his voice dripping with lust.

You looked at him, biting your lip in anticipation. “What do you want me to do?” you asked, a teasing lilt in your voice.

“Come on, star. Play with that pretty pussy for me,” he commanded, his eyes dark and filled with desire.

The heat in your core flared to life as you obeyed, your fingers slipping down to tease your wet pussy. You started slow, circling your clit as Rafe watched, his gaze intense and hungry. The thrill of his eyes on you sent shivers down your spine.

“Look at you, so fucking gorgeous,” he breathed, his hands resting on his thighs, his cock straining against his pants. “I want to see you make yourself come for me.”

“Rafe,” you moaned, your fingers moving faster as you lost yourself in the pleasure. The sounds of your slickness filled the room, mixing with his heavy breathing. "Please touch me."

With a sudden movement, Rafe was on his knees in front of you, his hands gripping your thighs as he pulled you closer. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this,” he growled, his mouth just inches from your dripping pussy. "Watching from the stage. Those tits bouncing up and down."

“Rafe, please,” you begged, your body aching for his touch.

He smirked, his warm breath ghosting over your skin. “Don’t worry, babe. I’m gonna make you come again.” With that, he leaned in, his tongue flicking against your clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, your hands tangling in his hair as he devoured you, his tongue working magic on your sensitive flesh. He licked and sucked, his mouth moving skillfully, drawing moans from deep within you.

“Just like that, baby,” he murmured between laps, his voice vibrating against you. “You taste so fucking good. I could eat you out all night.”

“Rafe, I can’t take much more,” you panted, feeling the pressure building again. He grinned against you, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Let go, babe. I want to feel you come on my tongue,” he urged, increasing the pressure of his tongue against your clit. The heat coiled tighter in your belly, the pleasure mounting with each flick and thrust.

With a final cry, you shattered, waves of ecstasy washing over you as you came, your body trembling against him. Rafe lapped at your juices, savoring every moment as you rode out your orgasm, his eyes never leaving yours.

Once you caught your breath, you looked down at him, desire swirling in your core. “Now I want to return the favor,” you said, your voice sultry and filled with promise.

Rafe's expression turned predatory again, a wicked smile spreading across his face. “Oh, babe, you don’t have to ask me twice.” He leaned back against the couch, spreading his legs wide, showcasing his thick, hard cock. “Just take your time and make me feel good.”

You felt a rush of excitement as you crawled toward him, your eyes locked on his cock, glistening and begging for attention. With each inch you drew closer, your heart raced, the thrill of what was to come sending shivers down your spine.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” Rafe murmured, his voice husky as he watched you approach. You leaned in closer, your breath warm against the tip of his cock. You took a moment to admire him, the way his muscles tensed with anticipation, the way he gazed at you with hunger. 

“Just like that, babe. Show me how much you want it,” he urged, his hands gripping the cushions as he leaned back, watching you with those intense blue eyes.

You wrapped your fingers around his shaft, stroking it slowly, relishing the way he twitched in your hand. “I’ve been wanting to taste you,” you said, licking your lips, feeling wickedly bold.

“Then do it,” he growled, his voice thick with lust. “Suck my cock, baby. Make me feel good.”

With a teasing smile, you leaned down and took the head of his cock into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip. Rafe let out a low groan, his eyes closing for a moment as he lost himself in the sensation.

“Fuck, yes,” he encouraged, his voice low and gravelly. “You feel so good. Just like that.”

You took him deeper, the taste of him intoxicating as you moved your head up and down his shaft, your lips gliding along his length. You could feel the tension in his body building, the way his breathing quickened as you worked your magic.

“God, you’re such a good girl,” he praised, his hands tangling in your hair as he guided you, helping you take him even deeper. “I love watching you suck my cock. A total fucking package.”

You felt a surge of pride at his words, the way he praised you only fueled your desire. You picked up the pace, sucking him harder, hollowing your cheeks as you took him all the way to the back of your throat.

“Shit! Just like that,” he moaned, his voice rough with pleasure. “I’m so close.”

You could feel his body tensing beneath you, the way he thrust his hips forward, pushing deeper into your mouth. “Come on, Rafe. Let me taste you,” you urged, your voice muffled but filled with lust.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he gasped, his breathing ragged. “Don’t stop, babe. I want to see you swallow it all.”

With that, he thrust hard into your mouth, his cock hitting the back of your throat as he released, hot spurts of his cum filling your mouth. You moaned at the taste, the saltiness of him driving you wild as you swallowed every drop, not wanting to waste a single moment.

“Damn, you’re incredible,” he panted, his eyes filled with awe as you pulled away, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. “I knew you’d make me proud.”

You smirked, feeling accomplished and turned on. “I aim to please, rockstar,” you teased, crawling back up to him.

Rafe pulled you closer, deepening the kiss as his hands roamed over your body, exploring every curve and contour. You could feel the heat radiating off him, the tension in the air thickening as desire surged between you like a live wire.

“Come on...I want fuck you so bad,” he murmured against your lips, his breath hot and urgent. “I need to feel you wrapped around me.”

“Then take me,” you replied, your voice dripping with lust. The thrill of the moment sent a rush of adrenaline through you. “I’m all yours.”

With a low growl, Rafe lifted you effortlessly, where he laid you down gently on the couch, his eyes dark with hunger. The sight of him above you, his body glistening with sweat and desire, sent a shiver of excitement down your spine.

He crawled over you, his hands gripping your thighs as he spread your legs wide, exposing your glistening pussy. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he breathed, his gaze locked on your core. “I can’t get enough of you.”

His eyes were dark and filled with raw need. He positioned himself between your legs, his thick cock poised at your entrance, the head glistening with your spit.

“Are you ready, babe?” he asked, his voice low and filled with urgency.

“Fuck..hurry Rafe...I need you inside me,” you replied, your heart racing as he pushed forward, filling you completely in one smooth thrust. You gasped at the sensation, your body stretching to accommodate him, the feeling of being so full sending sparks of pleasure coursing through you.

“Shit baby, you feel amazing,” Rafe groaned, his hands gripping your hips as he began to move, pulling out almost entirely before slamming back into you. The force of his thrusts sent shockwaves of pleasure rippling through your body.

“Harder, Rafe!” you urged, your fingers digging into his back as you pulled him closer. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the room, drowning out everything else as he lost himself in you.

He complied, his thrusts growing faster and more urgent, each one hitting deeper than the last. “You’re so fucking tight,” he grunted, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “I can’t get enough of you.”

“Give me more,” you begged, your voice breathless as you felt the pressure building inside you again. “I want to feel you come inside me.”

With a primal growl, Rafe picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming frantic as he chased his own pleasure. You could feel your own climax approaching, the intensity building with each powerful thrust.

“Rafe! I’m gonna—” you cried, the pressure reaching its peak as he drove into you harder, pushing you closer to the edge.

“Come for me, babe. Let me feel you,” he growled, his eyes locked on yours, the raw intensity of his gaze making your heart race.

With a final, earth-shattering thrust, you let go, your body shaking as you came, waves of ecstasy crashing over you. Rafe followed right after, his cock pulsing inside you as he released, filling you with warmth.

You both collapsed together, breathless and spent, wrapped up in each other as the world outside faded away. Rafe pulled you into his arms, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin as you both savored the aftermath of your wild night.

“Damn, that was incredible,” he murmured, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. 

You laughed, still riding the high of your shared ecstasy. “We definitely need to make this a regular thing,” you teased, your heart racing at the thought of what other adventures awaited you both.

With a wicked glint in his eye, Rafe pulled you closer. “Oh, babe, I plan on it.” 

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