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whor3ing · 2 months ago

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𝑮𝒐𝒅𝒔 & 𝑴𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 | 𝑹.𝑪

▶︎၊၊||၊ GODS AND MONSTERS , LANA DEL REY

Rafe Cameron x f!reader

WARNINGS : smut with a plot, build-up, mentions of gun! fucking you with a gun!,consent, alcohol, lots of dirty talk, "who did this to you?", thigh riding, spitting, oral (m receiving/f receiving), fingering, creampie, missionary, usage of "slut"

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IN WHICH.. you, a pouge and JJ Maybank's sister; find yourself caught up in the dangerous world of Rafe Cameron. A world where tattoos, guns, and shady deals intertwine with magnetic, reckless attraction.

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word count : 8.5k ♡ (plot heavy)

The music was loud, the lights too bright, and the smell of expensive liquor intertwined with the salty scent of the ocean breeze had lingered through the air the second JJ’s beat up Bronco had pulled up to the mansion.

You stared up at the towering estate, its golden glow spilling out onto the cliff side like something out of a dream—or a nightmare. It was the kind of house that wasn’t just meant to be lived in but meant to be seen, meant to remind people exactly who was in charge.

Suddenly, Kie let out a scoff from the passenger seat, her arms crossed as she stared up at the massive structure. “I swear, these Kooks build their houses as high as their egos.”

JJ grinned, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel before throwing the car into park. “That’s the whole point, Kie. It’s a giant middle finger to the rest of us.” He twisted around to look at you, his grin widening. “And yet, here we are. About to walk right in like we own the place.”

You rolled your eyes, shifting uncomfortably in your seat. “Yeah, and if we’re not careful, we’ll be thrown out just as fast

," you murmured, tugging at the hem of your dress.

It was shorter than you would’ve liked, a sleek black number Kie had practically forced you into, claiming it had been "made" for you. The fabric clung to you in a way that felt foreign, the deep neckline and thin straps leaving little to the imagination.

You weren’t used to dressing like this—like them.

But tonight, the whole point was to simply to blend.

JJ waved off your concern, already climbing out of the car. “Nah, we’ll be fine. Besides, I got a good feeling about tonight.”

Kie sighed, shaking her head as she pulled the visor mirror down to fix her hair. Her fingers combed through her hair, fluffing it up before smoothing it down again as she responded, “That’s exactly what you said the last time, and we barely made it out without getting our asses handed to us.”

JJ smirked, leaning against the car as he waited for the two of you. “Yeah, but we

did make it out, didn’t we?”

You pushed open the truck door with a groan, the weight of the decision settling in your chest. The air outside felt cooler than it should for a night like this, the salty breeze carrying the faint echoes of laughter and music from the mansion perched above you.

The Kook mansion had been a spectacle of itself for decades, a proud testament to wealth and success. It stood on a tall cliff above the water, amidst the lush greenery that surrounded it, higher than almost any other point on the rest of the strip.

To anyone other than a Kook, it was ridiculous that a house could hold so much power. That those inside of it could consider themselves elite for receiving an invitation, while those without one were made to feel as though they were less than human.

Like everything in the Outer Banks, it wasn’t just a mansion, it was a symbol. A symbol of immense wealth, a symbol of everything you and your friends could never reach. The kind of wealth that didn’t just buy things, but dictated the rules of the game. The kind of power that made sure you stayed on the outside looking in.

Though, that couldn't stop you from playing pretend.

Kie adjusted her dress, giving you a sideways look. “Ready or not, we’re here. Let’s just get inside before anyone notices we don’t have an invite."

You gave her a dry look. “You really think that’s going to stop them from noticing?”

JJ laughed, flicking a glance at the front doors, through the metal gate where the golden light spilled out into the driveway. Expensive cars lined up like trophies scattered in the front yard, their sleek, polished frames reflecting the shine of the house. “It’s not about whether they notice. It’s about whether they care.” He raised an eyebrow. “And they won’t, not if we play the game right.”

Kie rolled her eyes, but a small smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth. “Yeah, sure. And if not, we’ll just pretend we’re lost tourists who wandered in.”

You couldn’t help but smile at that. “Right. No one will notice the three of us sticking out like a sore thumb.”

You stepped through the gates, the sound of your heels clicking sharply against the cobbled driveway as the front doors loomed ahead. The laughter and music grew louder, wrapping around you like a thick, inescapable blanket.

As you stepped inside, the shift was immediate, like you were crossing into a world that felt too polished, too perfect. The heat hit you first—the heavy warmth from the bodies packed into every corner, the mingling of perfume and expensive cologne, of freshly popped champagne and the faint scent of something floral mixed with the underlying tang of sea salt. The scent of luxury was almost suffocating, coating the air like a fine mist.

The music played louder here, thumping in your chest as you navigated through the crowd. A thousand sounds hitting you all at once, all in sync. As voices collided, they rose above the murmurs of low conversations, muddling the chatter together. It was as if every sound was immediately amplified, the clinking of glasses, the occasional burst of blaring cheers. It felt like being in the middle of a painting—everyone moving with the same rhythm, all polished smiles and flawless appearances.

The crowd was absolutely suffocating, the music blaring so loud it felt like your entire body was vibrating. You tried to follow Kie and JJ, but somehow, they slipped away, swallowed by the sea of bodies dancing and laughing around you. It wasn’t long before you found yourself alone, weaving through people who were too caught up in their own worlds to notice you.

You moved through the house, the laughter from the party slowly becoming more and more distant until finally the voices were muffled by the thick walls of the mansion.

Turning a corner, you hope to catch a glimpse of JJ and Kie , but instead, you find yourself in a small, dimly lit room. The air heavy, thick with smoke and the high-end liquor.

The room was dark and open, lit only by a few dim lamps casting shadows on the faces around you. The space felt increasingly lavish and almost vintage, like the room had come out of something from the 1950's. A rich, dark wallpaper lined the walls, patterned with deep shades of gold and burgundy adding to the luxurious fever dream that surrounded you.

In the corner of the room rested a grand piano, the lighting reflecting off of it's keys and a couple sitting on top of the worn bench, their lips intertwined as his hands wandered down her body.

You turned your attention to the far side of the room, where a group of people were huddled together in a tight circle. At first, it looked like any other gathering, casual chatter, some laughter. But there was something about the way they were all so fixated on the center of the group, their eyes wide with awe. And there, at the heart of it, was Rafe

*fucking

* Cameron.

JJ had warned you about him more times than you cared to count. His warnings had a way of sticking with you, of hanging in the air even when you wished you could forget them. "Rafe's a loose cannon," he’d said, his tone more serious than you were used to hearing. "Stay the hell away from him, okay?" JJ's face had twisted in frustration, like there was more he wanted to say, but he didn’t. It wasn’t hard to imagine why.

Rafe had done things to make JJ's life a living hell—a complicated mess of history, unspoken grudges, and bad blood that ran too deep for anyone to fully understand.

But even with JJ’s warnings, you couldn’t tear your gaze away.

He was leaning back against the wall, his arm draped casually over the shoulder of one of his friends, a smirk playing on his lips as he spoke. The low lighting of the room cast shadows across his sharp features, accentuating the hardened lines of his jaw, the slight curve of his lip that twisted with a quiet confidence. His messy, sun-bleached hair fell just above his brows, his blue eyes on full display.

But what caught your attention wasn’t the casual conversation, or the curve of his lip, it was the gun. The gleam of metal in his hand, held loosely, as if it was just another part of the game.

His presence was magnetic, you could feel it the moment you had walked in, and you could feel it even now as you quietly pushed yourself to the further corner from all of them, leaning against the wall. You couldn't help but notice how he looked almost bored as he casually twirled a gun between his fingers, showing it off, his smirk never wavering.

The way he handled it made it clear this wasn’t just some toy, it was a statement.

“Don’t worry, man,” one of his friends slurred to someone else, clearly in shock of Rafe's casual demeanor, barely able to keep his eyes open. “It’s *just* a gun.”

Rafe’s smirk only widened, his gaze flicking over to the crowd around him. “It’s all about who’s holding it,” he said, the words low and smooth, almost like a warning.

“Don’t forget that.”

His friends laughed, but it wasn't their laughter that made your stomach twist. It was the way Rafe held the entire room, the way everyone seemed to move around him, like they knew better than to get too close, to make too much noise. He was dangerous, and everybody in this room knew it.

You stood there, frozen,something about the weight of his presence made your heart race. He was dressed casually, but the clothes he wore somehow added to the danger he radiated. A black leather jacket hugged his frame, the sleeves pushed up just enough to reveal the few tattoos that snaked down his forearms.

His hands were bare, the tattoos sharp and stark against his pale skin, and with every movement he made, every subtle gesture, only drew more attention to them.

His jeans were dark, fitted, and the kind that looked effortlessly expensive. His boots were black, worn, and scuffed at the toes; and you couldn’t help but notice the way his tattoos peeked out from under his jacket every time he would move, his black shirt sliding up just to reveal the skin of his lower stomach, hidden tattoos snaking down from his stomach to his v-line, the ink like a map of his past.

From your spot against the wall, someone brushed past you, maybe too close, their hand grazing your hip in what could only be described as an attempt to get your attention. You instinctively took a step to the side, further away from the advance, the unwanted touch sending a jolt of discomfort through your body.

But before you could even process the movement, Rafe’s voice cut through the air, low and controlled but still managing to fill the entire room. His eyes glanced up, for once, to look directly at you and then back to the man who had touched you

, the gun in his grasp as he pointed it up at the man's head.

“You touch her again, and I’ll make sure you regret it.”

The room fell silent.

Everyone froze, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air. Rafe didn’t need to say anything more. His eyes, dark and unwavering, flickered to the gun in his hand, the metal gleaming in the dim light.

The guy who had brushed past you seemed to hesitate, the realization of just how serious Rafe was slowly sinking in. Rafe gave him a look, one so cold, so lethal, that the guy stumbled back a step, his face draining of color as he backed away from you.

Rafe didn’t even acknowledge the guy’s retreat, his eyes never leaving you as he shifted his weight, walking over to you, sliding the gun into the front pocket of his jeans. His smirk curled at the edges as he reached you, dark and knowing.

The party around you continued, Rafe's friends continuing to drink and laugh about what had just happened, a few men in the room leaning in to snort a line of some crushed up drug.

“You think you're a fucking kook now, huh?” he asked, the words sliding out with a smoothness that made your stomach churn.

You took a half-step back, feeling the weight of his gaze on you, his words wrapping around you. “What?”

Rafe’s grin widened, though there was no humor in it. “You’re a Pogue. Don’t even pretend you belong here,” he said, his voice just above a whisper, but somehow carrying over the buzz of the party.

His gaze flickered over your outfit, taking in every detail with an intensity that made your skin feel too tight. “But here you are, trying to blend in like one of us.”.

He spoke again, his voice low but sharp. “What’s the plan, huh? You think you’re gonna fool anyone in here?”

You swallowed, heart racing. “I’m not trying to fool anyone,” you snapped.

Rafe took a slow step toward you, his posture relaxed but everything about him screamed danger. “Then why the fuck are you here?” he asked, his eyes never leaving yours.

His question hung in the air, weighty and unsettling. Your chest tightened, and despite your best efforts, you couldn’t stop the uneasy feeling creeping up your spine.

“I’m here because I wanted to be."

Rafe tilted his head, his lips curling into that same devilish smirk that made you infuriated. “You think you’re gonna get away with this? The whole pretending game?” he asked, his voice low and taunting.

The tension between you was thick, but you couldn’t stop yourself from asking what had been eating at you. You stepped closer, more out of instinct than anything else, and shot him a sharp look, your eyes on his.

“Why did you protect me then?” you asked, your voice coming out a little rougher than you intended. “What’s the point of that if i'm a everything you despise?”

“I might not know what the hell you’re doing here, but I'm not gonna sit here and watch a fucking assault happen. It doesn't make you special, would've done it for anyone in that situation."

His words hung in the air, and for a brief moment, the harshness of his usual demeanor seemed to soften, leaving you caught somewhere between confusion and relief. Before you could respond, you heard the familiar voices of JJ and Kie calling out through the crowd, growing louder as they approached.

“Where the hell did you go?” JJ’s voice was sharp, his tone laced with annoyance. His eyes darted around the room before landing on you, and the moment they did, his expression darkened.

He was already walking toward you, his shoulders stiff with frustration. “What the hell are you doing with him?” he snapped, eyes narrowing at Rafe, his eyes finding the gun in his pocket and staying trained on it.

“I’m fine, JJ,” you said quickly, holding up a hand to stop him before he could say anything more. You didn’t need him to make a scene right now, but JJ wasn't having it.

You’re fine?” JJ shot you a glare. “You’re fine with this asshole?”

Rafe stood there, not saying a word, his posture relaxed as if he didn’t care about the fight brewing right in front of him. But you could feel the silent tension building between the two of them, like a storm ready to break.

Kie sighed, her voice softer as she stepped forward to rest her hand on JJ's shoulders. “Come on, let’s just get out of here."

JJ’s hands balled into fists at his sides, his jaw clenching tight as he took a step forward, his voice rising as he began to speak, “You think you can just walk in here and mess with my sister, Rafe? You’ve got some fucking nerve,” he spat.

Rafe didn’t flinch, didn’t even seem to care. His eyes remained cold, calculating as they locked onto JJ. The smirk that usually accompanied Rafe’s demeanor was gone, replaced by an icy calmness that only made the tension worse.

“You’re gonna try and lecture me now, JJ?” Rafe asked, his voice smooth, almost mocking. “You’ve got no fucking idea what you’re talking about.”

“That’s it,” JJ growled, taking another step closer. His anger was boiling over now, and you could see the muscles in his arms tense as if he was ready to throw a punch at any moment. “You don’t get to fuck with me, my sister, or anyone I care about. Not anymore, I'm gonna put you and your fucking family in the hospital."

Before you could even react, JJ launched himself forward, fists flying. The first punch landed square on Rafe’s jaw with a sickening thud, causing the entire room to momentarily quiet down, every conversation sputtering to a halt.

Rafe didn’t stagger, didn’t even seem fazed by the hit. He stood there for a second, the look in his eyes calculating, before his hand shot out, grabbing JJ by the shirt collar and shoving him back against the wall with an insane force.

JJ’s chest heaved, struggling to break free, his hands scrabbling at Rafe’s arm, but Rafe’s hold was like iron, “Get the fuck off me, Cameron."

With a vicious twist of his body, he slammed his knee into Rafe’s stomach, the blow landing with a sickening crunch.

In one smooth movement, he broke free of Rafe’s hold, launching a swift uppercut into Rafe’s chin. The punch landed with bone-shaking force, knocking Rafe back a couple steps, and knocking the gun from his pocket, causing it to spin in circles on the wooden floor. Rafe was met with a punch to the lip as JJ turned him around with his force, pinning Rafe against the wall in the same way he just had done to JJ.

“Damn, Maybank,” Rafe muttered, his voice tight with pain but laced with something almost grudgingly respectful.

JJ’s hands were shaking as he grabbed the gun from the floor, his fingers trembling around the cold metal.

One of Rafe’s friends, a tall guy with messy hair, was the first to make a move. He lunged at JJ, shouting at him to drop the gun, his voice filled with panic and anger. Another guy stepped forward, his fists clenched, his gaze hard and dangerous, eyes locked on the weapon in JJ’s trembling hands.

"Stay the fuck back," JJ growled, his voice low and strained.

He yanked the weapon back, barely managing to avoid the man's grasp. The group was closing in on him now, surrounding him in a tightening circle, but JJ refused to back down.

"JJ, give me the gun," you said softly, "You don’t need to do this."

Kie's voice broke the silence. She glanced at JJ, her voice steady as she spoke, “JJ, listen to her. You don’t have to do this. None of us want this.”

“You think they’ll just let us walk away from this, Kie?” JJ’s voice cracked, filled with frustration and a hint of defeat. “They’re not gonna stop. Not after everything… after what he—”

You reached out, your fingers brushing against his, and gently, you pried the gun from his grip. His hands lingered on it for a second longer, the metal still warm from his touch, but then, with a heavy sigh, he let go.

Within an instant, you drop it back on the floor beneath you, moving it away from everyone.

Kie moved closer to JJ, her hand resting on his arm as she smiled at him, "Come on, JJ,” she said, her voice calm yet firm. “Let’s get you out of here, okay?”

You watched as she guided him out, her hand holding his as they walked down the hall. Kie turns back to you, her eyes glinting, "Do you wanna stay?"

You glanced back at Kie, who was already halfway down the hall with JJ. She had given you the choice, and it felt like you could either walk away or take a deeper dive into the mess that was Rafe Cameron.

You made your choice. You straightened your shoulders, meeting Kie’s eyes before giving a nod. “Yeah. I’ll stay.”

Kie didn’t say anything more, just shot you a quick, understanding glance before disappearing down the hallway with JJ.

Rafe's presence felt heavier now, more intense. He hadn’t moved, still leaning casually against the wall, though there was a faint smirk on his lips. He watched you approach, his eyes still sharp.

“Not leaving?” Rafe’s voice broke the silence, his gaze flicking to the door where Kie and JJ had just vanished.

“No,” you replied, your tone steady. “But I think you’re gonna need some help.”

You didn’t wait for him to respond, stepping past him toward the back hallway. You motioned for him to follow, ignoring the way his gaze lingered on you, calculating. He pushed himself off the wall and trailed behind, his footsteps quiet.

You led him to a small, secluded room at the back of the mansion. The door clicked shut behind you, and the noise from the party seemed to fade away, leaving only the sound of your breaths in the silence.

The room was dark, with only a small lamp casting faint light on the walls. There was an old couch in the corner and a low coffee table cluttered with liquor bottles, glasses, and half-empty cigarette butts.

Rafe stood by the door for a moment, watching you as you grabbed a first aid kit from a shelf nearby.

You could feel his gaze on you, intense as he stood against the frame of the door.

“Sit down,” you ordered, your voice sharper than you intended. “I’m not going to patch you up if you’re standing.”

He raised an eyebrow, but did as you said, sinking down onto the couch with a grunt. You moved around him, gathering supplies and perching yourself on the couch next to him

, his hand reaching over to rest on your thigh, whether he noticed he did that or not.

When you turned back toward him, his voice sliced through the silence, smooth but with an edge that sent a shiver down your spine.

“Why didn’t you just let him shoot me?” Rafe asked, his voice low, almost curious, but the intensity in his eyes was undeniable. “You knew what he was about to do. You could’ve let him. Hell, you probably should’ve let him.”

“I wasn’t gonna let JJ go that far,” you said, voice tight. “He may be pissed, but he’s still my brother. He doesn’t need that on his conscience.”

His wounds weren’t too bad—at least, not the ones you’d seen before. His lip was split, blood still crusted at the edges, and the faint bruising on his cheek was already starting to darken. His knuckles were scraped and raw from the fight with JJ, and a few small cuts dotted his arms.

He leaned forward, pulling his jacket off and his shirt to let you tend to his wounds. You couldn't help but notice his abs were sharply defined, each muscle cutting through his skin with precision, like they had been carved, as if he were a sculpture come to life.

The light reflected off his skin in a way that made the muscles look so fucking good, creating shadows and highlights along his chest and stomach.

His face and his body was a completely lethal combo, and there was no way to describe him other than perfection.

However, there was something else, there were fresh cuts on his torso, long and shallow, a few looking as if they’d been done recently, barely healed, and they weren’t from the fight with JJ.

“Where did those come from?” you asked quietly, your eyes meeting his. “Those weren’t from JJ. Who did this to you?”

"Does it really matter?" he muttered, his voice thick with something you couldn't quite place.

He sighed, letting his head fall back against the couch, closing his eyes for a moment

, wincing as you bandage up his cuts.

Your eyes lingering a little too long at the ink on his skin, dark tattoos that sprawled across his lower stomach, intricate designs that dipped dangerously close to his V-line, disappearing beneath the waistband of his jeans. You couldn’t help but stare, your fingers hesitating over the fresh scrapes on his ribs.

Rafe noticed. Of course, he did.

“See something you like?” His voice was pure arrogance, laced with amusement, his smirk deepening as he caught the way your eyes lingered.

You rolled your eyes, forcing yourself to focus on the first-aid kit instead of the way your body reacted to him. “I see someone who needs to shut up and let me do this.”

Keep looking at me like that, and I might start thinking you don’t really hate me.”

Your eyes flickered down, at his hand, resting casually on your thigh as you placed a bandage on his torso, close to his rib. But his hand rested on you like it belonged there. Like it wasn’t something completely inappropriate given the situation.

Your breath caught, but Rafe didn’t seem to care. If anything, the corner of his mouth twitched like he was enjoyingthis. Like he knew exactly what he was doing.

“You’re really making this about me right now?” His voice was thick wit

h amusement as he saw your expression the moment you looked down at his hand

,“Kinda cute, though. You worried about me?”

You scoffed, trying to ignore the warmth spreading where his hand touched you. “I just asked a question.”

“And I just gave an answer.” He smirked, fingers flexing ever so slightly, like he was testing how much you’d let him get away with. “Not my fault you’re sitting so close, princess.”

“You’re insufferable,” you muttered, dabbing at the cut on his ribs a little harder than necessary. He barely flinched, his smirk only growing.

“And yet,” he mused, tilting his head, “you’re still here.”

Your breath caught in your throat as his other hand lifted, tracing lightly along your arm, his touch featherlight, teasing.

It wasn’t fair, the way he looked at you, like he already knew what you were thinking before you could say it. His blue eyes flickered down to your lips.

“You gonna keep pretending you hate me?”

You hated that he was right. Hated that your pulse spiked when his fingers trailed higher, his grasp interlocking around your throat gently, his hands gliding against the skin there, rubbing at the sides of your neck.

“Still pretending?” Rafe murmured, his voice dark with amusement.

Your lips parted, but no words came out. You couldn’t answer, not when his grip flexed slightly, just enough to make your pulse hammer beneath his palm. He watched you carefully, his eyes flickering between yours, reading every reaction, soaking in every shaky breath.

“I should hate you,” you finally managed, though it sounded weak, unconvincing.

“Maybe,” he hummed, tilting his head, his lips a hair’s breadth from yours. “But you don’t.”

And then he kissed you, slow at first, teasing, his lips brushing against yours just enough to make you chase him. But when you did, he pulled you in completely, deepening the kiss with a quiet groan, his other hand gripping your waist, dragging you impossibly closer. His tongue slid against yours, the taste of whiskey lingering between you both.

Every inch of him felt so consuming; his warmth, his strength, the way he made you feel like you were both on the edge of something thrilling and dangerous.

Your breath hitched as his hand slid up your side, fingertips grazing the bare skin of your thigh, and it felt like every touch of his was electrifying you, burning you from the inside out.

Rafe’s lips pulled away from yours for a fraction of a second, enough to breathe out a low chuckle. “You’re not even pretending anymore, are you?”

Before you could respond, he guided you to straddle his lap, your thighs pressed around his right leg as his left hand found your neck, grasping it once again. His other hand grasping your hip, his fingers digging into your skin just enough to make you gasp.

“C’mon, princess. I know you wanna move.”

You swallowed hard, the heat between you almost unbearable, but you didn’t move, not yet. His smirk deepened at your hesitation, like he was enjoying watching you squirm.

“What? You need me to tell you what to do?” His voice was pure arrogance, dripping with amusement as he presses his thigh up between your legs, the pressure making you whimper. “Go ahead. Ride my thigh, baby. Make a mess on my jeans."

The rough denim of his jeans presses against your already throbbing pussy and his hands guide your hips, forcing you to grind against him.

“There you go,” he groans, watching you with dark, hooded eyes. “Fuck, you feel good. Look at you—so needy and you haven’t even gotten my cock yet.”

"Keep going,” Rafe murmurs as his lips find yours again, his voice low and dangerous. He smiles into the kiss, his voice raspy as he encourages you even more, “Take what you need, baby. Show me how bad you want it."

"Rafe," you gasp, looking into his eyes.

"Look at you, fucking slut. Can't get enough can you?" He looks you in the eyes, his mouth open smiling as he hears you moan for him. "Yeah? You like rubbing that dripping pussy all over my thigh?"

You nod eagerly, unable to form words as he continues to tease you. Your heart races with anticipation, your body aching for his touch.

Without warning, he slides his hand between your legs, rubbing against your soaking wet pussy through your panties. You gasp, arching your back as a shiver of pleasure runs down your spine.

He holds you still, his fingers rubbing against your folds as he places soft kisses on your neck and your jaw. When he speaks again, his voice is velvety and hoarse, "Oh fuck... god.. you're so fuckin' wet I can feel it through your panties."

His fingers slide inside your panties, finding your clit and circling it gently, he pauses tapping his fingers against your clit as he talks, "I can't wait to be inside of there baby."

You moan softly as he presses harder, your hips bucking into his hand. "Mmm fuck, you're so wet for me already," he growls, his other hand tugging at the waistband of your panties.

He stops touching you instantly, his hands letting go of your body completely. "Let me see that pretty pussy baby," he coos, a smile playing at his lips, "C'mere, get on the couch for me slut."

Your heart races as you climb onto the couch, spreading your legs wide for him. He takes his time, running his hands up and down your thighs, teasing you with his touch before he reaches behind you, unzipping your dress and sliding it off of you, throwing it onto the floor.

Rafe moves from his spot next to you, facing you and instead climbs down onto the floor in front of your spread legs.

He kneels between your legs, his eyes locked on your panties. Within an instant he begins to kiss your thighs, his tongue running along the skin of your thighs up to your cunt. He presses a small kiss to your covered pussy, his hands reaching up to hold your thighs apart, and his eyes trained on your facial expressions as he teases you.

Smiling through his teeth, he slowly bites at your underwear, pulling it from your core before snapping it back, again and again.

"Want me to take these off? hmmm.. love?"

You nod eagerly, unable to hide your anticipation as he slowly slides your panties down your legs, revealing your glistening pussy to his hungry gaze.

His breathing becomes ragged as he slowly runs his fingers through your folds, teasing you with his touch. You gasp, arching your back as he finds your clit and starts to tease it gently, as he licks his lips.

"My god look at this fuckin' pussy.."

He smiles rubbing at your clit and looking up at you, his hands reach up leaving your legs to rub at your tits, finding them and toying with your nipples.

"You taste so fucking good," he murmurs against your skin, his voice rough with desire. He pushes two fingers into your wetness, finding your G-spot and massaging it gently as he sucks on your clit.

His other hand continues to play with your nipples, rolling and pinching them, sending jolts of pleasure through your body as his eyes stay on yours.

" You fucking dirty girl, you like it when I eat your cunt and look at you like this?" You moan louder at his words, your hips bucking against his hand and his tongue as he works your pussy. His tongue sliding against your clit, flicking against it while his fingers fuck up into you.

"Please," you whimper, your hands gripping the couch as you try to hold yourself back. "Please, I need more." He grins against your skin, pulling back slightly to look at you with lust-filled eyes.

Rafe chuckles, his lips curl into a smirk, and you can feel the heat radiating from his gaze. "You want more?" His voice is thick with amusement, and there's an undeniable edge to it. But there's something else there, too, something dangerous. His hand moves to the back of his waistband, and for a brief second, your eyes catch the gleam of cold metal.

He notices your shift in focus and raises an eyebrow, leaning in again, his lips brushing over your ear. "You see it, don't you?" he murmurs, his voice a whisper.

His hand rests casually on the gun hidden beneath his jacket, and the simple gesture makes your breath catch in your throat.

He smiles at you, bringing the gun up and resting the barrel against your thigh as he continues to speak, "You like this, don't you?" he murmurs, his lips curling into a grin.

"You know how this game works," he murmurs, his lips curling into a devilish grin. His free hand brushes your cheek, his fingers warm against your skin despite the cold of the handgun.

You swallow, speaking carefully. “I want this. But I need you to hear me—only if you're sure. I need to feel safe, Rafe.”

His smirk falters for a split second, and he studies you closely, eyes narrowing slightly as if weighing your words. The gun never leaves your thigh, but there’s a shift, a subtle understanding.

“You’re safe,” he says, his voice quieter now. "It's not loaded."

With slow, deliberate movements, he lowers the barrel of the gun from your thigh. Your heart skips a beat, unsure of what he’s about to do next, but you don’t pull away. Instead, you watch as he opens the chamber.

He holds it up for you to see, the empty slot glaring back at you. "It's not loaded," he says again, his tone absolute.

The cold metal of the gun presses against your skin, its icy chill sending a shiver all the way up your spine. It feels heavier than you expected, the solid weight of it a stark contrast to the warmth of your own body.

As Rafe moves the barrel ever so slightly, you feel it shift, teasing your thigh with its frigid surface as it skims along your skin. He smiles, licking his lips as he keeps his eyes on yours and his hands on your thighs, holding them still.

Rafe groans, "tell me you want me to fuck you like this..please baby.."

"Please.. I want to feel it, fuck me with it." As soon as the words fall from your lips he lets out a moan, the barrel presses against your entrance and slowly he guides it inside.

He smile as the cold metal of the gun enters you, your pussy tingling with sensations of the coldness and also of the newfound excitement.

Slowly, Rafe begins to move it inside of you, fucking you.

"God fuck.. that's so hot," He whines, his other hand that was rubbing your thigh moves to your cunt, his fingers toying with your clit.

You feel your body tense up as he starts to rub your clit in a circular motion, his fingers finding just the right spot. "Fuck yeah, baby," he moans, his voice deep and husky.

"mm.. you're safe baby, don't worry just enjoy it for me slut."

Your head falls back against the couch and your breathing hitches, your moaning becoming erratic. "Fuck, yes," he groans, his fingers never stopping their rhythmic motion.

You feel your body shuddering as the pleasure builds up inside you. You moan loudly, arching your back as you feel your orgasm approaching

"I'm gonna come," you pant, your voice sounding strained

Rafe chuckles, his fingers leaving your clit to rub at your thighs again. He smiles, "play with those tits for me baby, rub them when you come for me on this gun."

You reach up and start massaging your breasts, pinching and rolling your nipples as Rafe continues, making your cunt feel so good.

"Fuck, that's it baby, clench around it," Rafe moans, his fingers rubbing your thighs as he speeds up the movement of the gun inside of you.

"Come on it for me, do it," He groans, watching as your thighs begin to shake, your eyes rolling back as you moan and pant heavily, coming for him all over his weapon.

"Fuck, you're squeezing it so tight.. oh god..baby"

He smiles as you come, his hands leaving your thighs as you finish. Without a word he slides the barrel out of your cunt, his mouth practically drooling as he drops the gun onto the floor beside you both.

"God, you're so fucking good."

You pant, moaning and smiling. "I want more, please Rafe," you murmur.

"You want my cock, don't you?" He doesn't wait for an answer, instead he moves his mouth away, pushing two fingers into your tight heat, curling them against your G-spot as he uses his thumb to rub tight circles around your clit.

"If you want my cock you have to get it as wet as this pussy is."

Without warning, he stands up, pulling his fingers out of you as he goes to sit back down on the couch. You let out a small moan of disappointment, but he silences it with a quick kiss on your lips.

He looks at you, his eyes filled with desire. "Now it's my turn," he says, his voice low and husky.

"Take my pants off for me, baby."

You nod, your heart racing as you reach for his belt, climbing down on the floor in between his thighs.

He helps you by lifting his hips, making it easier for you to slide his pants and boxers down his muscular thighs. His cock springs free, already hard and ready for you. You gasp at the sight of it, unable to tear your eyes away from the beautiful sight before you.

He smirks, knowing he has your full attention now. "Now what do you think, baby? Do you like what you see?"

Your fingertips graze over his warm skin, tracing the outline of his erect cock. You can feel how big he is as you trace it with your fingertips, and you can feel your heart racing as you wrap your hand around it, slowly stroking up and down.

He lets out a low moan, his eyes closing as he leans back against the couch, giving you better access to his throbbing cock. You continue to stroke him, moving your hand faster and faster.

Suddenly, he grabs your wrist, stopping your motion. He opens his eyes, looking deep into yours.

"I want you to suck my cock, baby," he says, his voice low and demanding. He smiles at you, his eyes burning into yours.

"Do you think you can be a good girl and do that for me? Suck my cock baby, mm.. let me stuff my cock deep down your throat."

Your hands stroke the base of his cock, your mouth moving to kiss his tip softly, all of his precum falling onto your lips, as if it is a perfect lipgloss.

Rafe moans, his voice raspy as he bites his lip. "Oh god, yeah.." He smiles, chuckling down at you, "wait wait wait.."

He smiles, his hand reaching to push you back a little further. "Stick out your tongue, angel."

Instinctively, you stick out your tongue, it glistening with your own saliva. He smiles leaning forward as he urges your face upward, towards him.

Rafe maneuvers the tip of his cock at your tongue, slapping it on your wet mouth, one, two, three, times.

Precum leaks onto your tongue as he slaps it on their, groaning as you close your mouth around his tip the second he stops hitting it against it.

You feel the head of his cock pushing against the back of your throat, and you gag slightly. Rafe's hand grips your hair tighter, pulling your head back and forth along his shaft.

"That's it, baby," he murmurs, his voice rough with desire. "You're such a good little cocksucker."

You moan around his cock, unable to form words as he continues to thrust deeper into your throat. Your nose presses against his lower abdomen, as his cock flows into your throat.

He pulls your head back further, pushing his cock deeper, stretching your throat around his thick shaft. He grunts with pleasure, enjoying the tight feeling of your throat as you choke on his cock.

Rafe pulls you off of his cock, his hands grab your face on both sides as he looks into your eyes.

"You're so beautiful, open your mouth up."

Obeying, you open up your mouth, sticking your tongue out again. You watch as Rafe bends forward, urging your chin up and then slowly he spits, it dripping down onto your tongue.

"Now you're gonna take that and you're gonna rub it all on that cunt for me, got it?"

You smile, spitting onto your own hand as he lets go of your face for just a second. Instantly, you move your hand down to your cunt, your fingers sliding the sticky saliva onto your folds.

"good slut," Rafe smiles, praising you as he watches you rub your clit for him from his position on the couch.

Rafe reaches out as soon as you begin rubbing and grabs onto your hair, moving it out of the way so you can suck him off, "God.. you're such a dirty little slut, aren't you?" he growls, his hot breath hitting your face.

You nod eagerly, your mouth watering at the thought of tasting his cock. As you take him deeper into your mouth, he lets out a low moan of pleasure. You can feel his erection throbbing against your tongue, and you begin to bob your head up and down, taking more of him into your mouth.

Rafe's hands find their way to your head, gripping tightly as he guides your movements.

"Oh fuck... stay right fucking there, don't you move.." He groans.

Rafe thrusts into your mouth, your saliva sliding all over his dick as he fucks into your throat, causing you to moan against his shaft.

As you continue to bob your head up and down, taking him deeper into your throat, Rafe's hips start to buck wildly, his moans becoming more intense. You can feel his cock twitching, pulsing with every thrust, filling your mouth with his length.

"god.. get up lay on this couch for me sweetheart."

You listen, smiling as you stand up from the floor, laying on the couch on your back. Instantly, Rafe is in front of you his cock resting against your thigh as he positions himself at your entrance.

Rafe's hips press closer to you, his tip teasing your entrance, resting right on top of your pussy.

"God, look at how deep I'm gonna be in there.."

You look down, propping a pillow behind your head as you see his length against you.

*Rafe's cock is so big that fully inside of you, he'll be inside of your stomach.

The thought makes you shudder with need. "Please Rafe, I want you to slide it deep inside of me," You moan, your pussy clenching, "I can't wait to feel you inside me."

Without further hesitation, he positions himself between your legs, his cock teasing your wet entrance. Leaning down, his lips find yours in a passionate kiss as Rafe slowly pushes all the way inside of you.

You gasp at the sensation of his thick shaft filling you up, feeling every inch of him stretch your tight walls. Your fingers dig into his shoulders as you arch your back, meeting his thrusts with equal force. The couch nearly creaks under your weight as you grind against each other, lost in the moment.

"You like it rough, don't you

.. yeah?" Rafe chuckles, his lips against yours as he speaks, fucking you so good all at the same time. "You know why you like it rough.. You're a fucking.." He groans, cutting himself off, "Jesus... oh , fuckin' slut."

You're eyes close as you moan, feeling Rafe fucking Cameron so deep in your stomach.

"I want to look at your face while I fuck you," he moans, "Keep your eyes on me baby."

You open your eyes, your gaze finding his as he pounds into your cunt, so deep. "Look down baby.. look at it go in there.."

You look down at his cock, the space between you just big enough for you to see his dick disappear into your cunt and reappear.

"God, you feel amazing... fuck.." One of his hands reaches up to squeeze at your tits, his fingertip circling on your nipples.

"Oh god, I'm gonna come, Rafe" you moan, your voice shaking with anticipation. You cling onto him tighter, your nails digging into his back as he thrusts deeper into you, leaving marks, leaving him new injuries.

"Come for me again, come all over my cock.. god.." Rafe moans, feeling you spasm around his dick, but he doesn't stop fucking you.

"I can feel you trembling on my cock, so close… don't hold back, just come on my cock."

"I'm gonna fuck you through it, baby.." He smiles, groaning as he feels your pussy clench around him, your cum coating his cock inside of you.

Rafe's thrusts become even more forceful, driving his cock deeper into your wet, tight pussy. His hand moves to your chin, lifting your head up to look into his eyes. "God, you're so beautiful when you come like that," he whispers, his voice hoarse with desire.

Rafe notices your body tensing and grins, his hand moving from your chin to your throat, caressing your skin softly. "You're mine," he whispers, his voice hoarse with desire. You nod, unable to form words, your mind consumed by the pleasure he's giving you.

He thrusts harder, deeper, feeling your pussy clench around his cock. The sound of your moans fill the room, mixing with the wet sounds of your bodies moving together.

"I'm gonna fill you up, baby... god yes I'm gonna come in that pussy."

He leans down, his lips finding yours in a passionate kiss, his tongue invading your mouth, tasting you. You moan into the kiss, your body trembling with pleasure. The tension builds up inside of you, your pussy clenching around Rafe's cock, milking him dry.

You moan as you feel his hot come enter you, painting your insides white. You can feel his seed flow into you, dripping everywhere. "God.. fuck yes.."

Sighing, Rafe pulls out of you. His cock soaked with your come and wetness and your pussy soaked in his. Instinctively, Rafe reaches out to slide his fingers into you.

His fingers gently toy with your g-spot as you moan, whimpering because your cunt is too sensitive. "mmm.. look at all of my come in you.."

He smiles, plunging his fingers in and out of you before he pulls them out completely, bringing them up to your clit where he rubs his come that was inside you onto your clit.

"God you're so good.." He chuckles, stopping his rubbing as he leans forward to kiss you. He places a gentle peck on your lips before bringing his fingers that were just inside of you up to your mouth.

"Stick your tongue out for me, one more time angel.."

You listen, poking your tongue out from your mouth. Rafe slides his fingers into your mouth, your tongue licking around them and tasting his come mixed with yours.

"So beautiful, god you took it so good.."

You pulled away just enough to catch your breath, still feeling the electricity between you both. He motions for you to stand and he lays on the couch, patting his chest where you immediately come lay, his arms wrapping around you. A small, amused smile tugged at your lips as you glanced up at him.

JJ is going to kill me if he finds out,” you muttered.

Rafe's lips curled into that cocky grin of his. “Just don’t tell him,” he said casually, as if it was the simplest solution. “I’m sure he won’t notice.”

You raised an eyebrow, looking at him skeptically. “Right. Because JJ’s just going to… not notice?”

Rafe chuckles softly, leaning in close, his breath warm against your ear. "Just don’t tell him," he murmurs with a wink. "What happens here, stays here."

"Would've helped if we locked the door," you murmur, sighing as you see the door cracked open.

Rafe laughs, his voice low and teasing. “I thought you liked a little risk,” he says, his hand gently resting on your shoulder as he looks over at the door. "Besides, no one's here but us. And if they were, well…" He pauses, his lips curling into that signature cocky grin,

"they're too high to remember any of it."

You glance at him, raising an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at your lips. “Did you forget I’m a Pogue?” you ask, teasingly, your voice laced with amusement. “Pretty sure Kooks don’t exactly mix with us, especially not like this.”

Rafe shrugs nonchalantly, his grin never fading. “You sure? ‘Cause, if I remember correctly, you seem to be enjoying this just fine." He leans in a bit, voice dropping to a playful whisper. "Maybe you’re just my exception."

thank you so much for reading! sorry for any writing mistakes as always

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lalaloopsieparty · 12 days ago

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Paradise…War Zone 08

Paradise…War Zone master list~

a/n: Rafe slowly losing his sanity is so funny💀 Also, as the story progresses, please PLEASE make sure you read the warnings before proceeding❤️

Taglist~

@rafecameronswhoore @wintercrows @ietss @hittmeandtellmeyouremine @lilithblackkk @lmaowhatt @drewstarkeyslover @leleee3 @lolasangelz @yktayy9669 @sassyvilliantrope @cokewithcameron @lvxstarr @bambigirl10 @furiouscopshepherduniversity @mysticbby2009 @jjasmiineee @letstryagaintomorrow @my-name-is-baby @congratsloserr @isinpfortvdmen @sleepiibunniiii @wtfisastiles @countryclubwhore @lili-swagalicious @hypnotizedstarkey

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beaucate · 2 months ago

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🍊🏄🏽🎇FLIPPED !

pairing. pogue!reader x bsf brother!rafe cameron. cw. angst (like so much of it), hurt/comfort, yearning men, exceeding fluff, grovelling, mean!reaf, ooc!rafe, redemption for both!! suggestive / smut. this is not just a series, it’s hc’s blurbs etc :)

series summary. — completely inspired by the movie flipped & how to disappear by lana.

rafe cameron was always just out of your reach — your best friend’s older brother. a kook prince with a streak mean enough to make you all teary eyed, and a heavy chip taunting him on his shoulder.

he’d never looked twice your way when you were kids. you were just sarah’s poor pogue best friend, a delusional girl with an even more ridiculous crush.

so you’d told yourself you were over it. over him and his contempt towards you. but months have passed, and things aren’t so simple around the both of you anymore. because rafe is no longer looking at you with indifference or hatred behind the blue’s of his eyes — he’s watching, waiting; like he’s searching for something in you, like he’s hoping you’ll see it too. and the scariest part? it feels like he’s the one chasing you now.

. part one.

a/n. im so so excited for this omg!! just wanted to get the idea out of my head, but I’ve literally been thinking about this since early 2024 😭. i don’t have much rafe followers yet but im v. willing to make a taglist !!

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rafesslxt · 7 days ago

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4k special — p!links

warnings: this is pxrn! Don‘t open in public or if you‘re not alone! You have to be logged in on twitter or else they won‘t work!!!

Rafe Cameron

Rafe fucking routledge!reader when her brother is working for his dad so they're alone at home.

mutual masturbation with stepbro rafe

fucking bfs! rafe for the first time

stepbro rafe fucking you after all your teasing

Rafe gets revenge on JJ by fucking his sister

telling nerdy rafe how good he feels

riding stepbro rafe while ward and rose are in the kitchen

you are in a secret relationship with rafe Rafe so you meet in a hotel, fucking next to a opened window

rafe recording how he's fucking toppers gf

you teased bfs! rafe all day with dirty messages and pictures thinking it's funny teasing him since you're friends

rafe fucking wheezie's nanny when wheezie sleeps

JJ Maybank

boyfriend JJ fucking you in the back of the country club where you work

tattooed brothers best friend JJ fucks you when your brother is on a date with Sarah

trying to get JJ's attention while he games with John B and Pope

JJ fucking popes sister while Pope is gone to the library

bsf!JJ eats you out after you tell him nobody ever did before

JJ facefucking reader

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have fun watching!!

xoxo sarah <3

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nobitchs-world · 9 months ago

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When y/n gets too annoying to the point you want to stop reading

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maybanksprincess · 5 months ago

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jj maybank headcannons!

warnings: none, pure fluff!

requested by this ask! thank you anon <3

pairings: boyfriend!jj x shy!girlfriend!reader <3

ᥫ᭡ shy!girl!reader who always has to tutor jj because he cant listen in class for shit. lucky for him, his girlfriend has all the notes, cause shes observant <3

ᥫ᭡ shy!girl!reader who tugs on jjs arm when shes ready to leave a public setting, or just wants to get out of a conversation, luckily her boyfriend is good at making excuses.

ᥫ᭡ shy!girl!reader who always asks jj to order her food for her in a drive thru, or when waiters take their order, cause shes too shy to tell them what she wants, afraid she will stutter or say something wrong.

ᥫ᭡ shy!girl!reader who hates going on on dates in public, not because shes embarrased of jj, but because shes scared she will get mean looks.

ᥫ᭡ shy!girl!reader who texts jj when she meets up with him at a place, making him come get her instead of finding him her self

𓆉 boyfriend!jj who always has to make the first move in the relationship, whether it be the first kiss, first time having sex, first time sleepover, etc. but ofc he doesnt mind, because he loves how shy his girl is, he knows that shes only his.

𓆉 boyfriend!jj who doesnt pay attention in school on purpose, so that when he gets home he can call his pretty girlfriend over to teach it to him instead of a lame teacher <3

𓆉 boyfriend!jj who constantly does goofy things to try and get you to bring out your goofy side that he hardly sees

𓆉 boyfriend!jj who randomly pecks your lips or your forehead, during conversations with others when your sitting on his lap, to let you know he's still there

𓆉 boyfriend!jj who always lets you rant about books or movies to him, even if he doesn't understand because he doesn't ever wanna not hear you talk.

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xoxies0 · 2 days ago

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16. Sigh

make-you-mine-

Tag list , @bayouxxqueen @lalaloopsieparty @cokewithcameron @artbymin @wtfisastiles @rafecambabydoll @idiotussupremus @gublerstylesobrien1238 @kaiparkerwifes @jjasmiineee @davinashifts333 @fastlovela @ietss

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rafesangelita · 3 months ago

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i feel like rafe has a major housewife kink

♡ warnings: mentions of traditional stuff (just for the sake of the kink, please don’t stone me ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১), rafe is kinda misogynistic, fingering, slight dacryphilia, unprotected sex, rough sex, headlock, reader is too fucked out to think about anything else, degradation, slapping, dirty talk, hair pulling, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, baby tapping threats

“i can’t— oh my, god. rafe!” your eyes fluttered shut for what felt like the hundredth time already, your thighs trembling as both pleasure and pain wracked through your body. rafe had no regard, nor did he care about this being your fourth orgasm as he rubbed your clit into overstimulation like his life depended on it. “yes, you fucking can,” he grunted, forcing your thighs open as they threatened to shut around his hand, “m’gonna keep you cumming until i see tears running down those cheeks.” you cried out at his words, your back arching into his chest at the overwhelming sensation.

rafe hadn’t even fucked you yet, and you were already on the verge of tapping out. flipping you over, rafe snaked an arm underneath your tummy before pulling you up, wasting no time in pressing your face into his pillows. stroking the small of your back, rafe groaned at the sight. he could see the body glitter on your skin, the little specs glinting underneath the dim lighting of his room. “fuck, i wish you would just let me have you already.. i’d make sure to slut you out every single day.” you whimpered when he delivered a harsh smack to the globe of your ass. “you just don’t know,” his aching tip prodded at your entrance, “i’d make sure you’d never have to lift a finger ever again.”

wrapping your hair around his fist, rafe slid into you without warning, drawing a shriek to leave your lips. “you shouldn’t be working in that fucking club,” he said through gritted teeth, “you should be here with me, letting me take care of you. i’ll come home and you’ll be waiting for me with a hot plate,” leaning down, rafe yanked your head back so his mouth was next to your ear, “you’ll keep this place spotless and i’ll buy you whatever the fuck you want,” just then, he wrapped a bicep around your neck, your chin tucked between the crease of his elbow and his forearm, “fuck you however you want.”

rafe’s words were punctuated by his thrusts, your acrylics scratching at his skin as you held onto him for dear life. “just picture that; me using you for all that you’re good for.” maybe it was because everyone who knew you, especially your girlfriends at the club, knew you wouldn’t be settling down anytime soon, or at all for that matter, but the idea of locking you away in tanneyhill and never going anywhere without you hanging off of his arm, making you fully reliant on him, financially and emotionally, it turned him on beyond words could describe. “you don’t even know what i’m saying,” he laughed, “you’re too cock drunk to understand.”

you whimpered pathetically, tears running down your face as he planted a slap to your cheek. “gonna fill up this cunt and trap you, maybe then you’ll understand what i’m saying when i put my baby inside of you.”

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rafesbabygirlx · 6 months ago

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A Lot of Time has Passed |Part 1

Series Masterlist | Masterlist

Season 4 Rafe x Maybank reader

Summary: Beginning at the time jump, the Pogues seemingly succeeded at something, Rafe is struggling with making amends and being a better person. JJs sister left the island after returning from South America. Returning after 18 months with a secret.

A/N: Writing this with inspiration from season 4 part 1. Rewriting plot lines. No mention of Y/N but is written in her perspective. Was inspired of Rafe’s new character arc which I love but thought I’d make it a bit more interesting and messy.

Also- you have to imagine that Maybank reader is intertwined in the previous seasons. And was involved with Rafe. She understands him more than Sofia. She is JJs half sister, takes after her mom, brunette brown eyes tanned skin.

Not really proofread

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: smut (fingering) tough discussions, loss of life (Ward, Big John) Rafe can get a little mean, sorry Sofia lovers.

It’s been 18 months since you returned to the island. While you’ve stayed in touch with your half-brother JJ and the rest of the Pogues, you only saw them once in a while since you had made them travel to the mainland. You relished the escape from the chaos of the Outer Banks. Although you maintained a connection with your mother, it wasn’t until you decided to move in with her that you saw her again. You never imagined you’d come back, but hearing about the Pogues’ long-overdue success and newfound wealth drew you back to celebrate.

Once you arrived, you made an effort to keep a low profile. You headed straight to the old house you and JJ used to share. You couldn’t help but feel annoyed at how much he paid for it, but the joy of being back with your little brother overshadowed that irritation. Everything felt just as it had in the past, and you slipped seamlessly into your role as their ‘older sister.’

You found yourself speaking with Sarah down by the docks, where she asked how you were doing and how things were going—just the usual small talk. Then came the question you dreaded: “Have you seen him?” You stared out at the water, trying to push thoughts of him aside while enjoying your time with the Pogues. Subconsciously, you gripped your gold necklace by its 2 charms, one a ‘V’ initial and the other a baby rattle as you replied, “No, I haven’t, and I’m hoping to keep it that way.”

You hadn’t planned to stay long, just a week or two at most, with hopes of hanging out in the Cut, grabbing some groceries, and indulging in shopping at boutiques you never go to do before. You wanted to avoid anything that might draw attention to you. Living with your mom—who was now clean and remarried—had been a breath of fresh air. She shielded you from worry, allowing you to focus on taking care of what you needed to and building a decent savings while working a stable job, free from the burdens your father had imposed.

After chatting a bit more, you hugged Sarah and rejoined the group. They were deep in conversation about a bike race happening the next day. Glancing at JJ's bike in the yard, you felt a mix of confusion and admiration for his confidence. Although you hadn’t planned to join them for obvious reasons, he managed to convince you to come along. With such a big crowd, you thought you could easily blend in and suppress the anxious flutter in your chest at the thought of running into Rafe. Confident, yet now he’s all you can think about.

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The last time you saw him was when you returned home from South America. While you were glad to see him, you dreaded the conversation about his father. After leaving the group at the airport, you headed to Tannyhill. As you entered, he greeted you with a warm hug, lifting you off your feet and showering you with kisses. He set you down, his face bright with a smile, contrasting sharply with the sadness that clouded your own.

Before you set out for South America to help John B with his dad, Rafe had stopped you just before boarding the plane. He promised he’d be a better person for you and wanted you to return from the trip to him. With that, he slipped one of his silver rings onto your finger and kissed you, giving a nod that it was okay to go.

There was always a powerful connection between you two, despite the class divide and his intense disdain for Pogues. You were the exception. Everyone adored you—both Pogues and Kooks alike—especially when you worked as the favorite bartender at the Country Club. You and Rafe bonded over the absence of your mothers and the shortcomings of your fathers. It was a match made in an unlikely paradise.

Though you were never officially together, largely due to his ego, you often went out publicly. Despite JJ and the group’s disdain, you convinced them—and yourself—that it meant nothing, even though deep down, you knew it did. The same could be said for Rafe with Topper and Kelce. No matter what happened, you both struggled to fully pull away from each other. Until that night.

You led Rate to the living room of Tannyhill and gently broke the news of his father's death. The color drained from his face, and his breathing grew rapid and heavy. In an attempt to console him, you placed your hand, adorned with his ring, on his arm, but he abruptly yanked it away and stood up, clearly overwhelmed. Before you could fully explain the circumstances surrounding the tragedy, Rafe erupted in anger. "This is what happens when people get close to someone like John B! Pogues are nothing but worthless pieces of shit, I trusted you all with him!" He lashed out, placing the blame on them as if Ward's insatiable greed hadn't played a role in his decisions. It was bewildering that he believed any of us wanted his father there in the first place. This wasn't any of ours fault.

"Rafe..." you pleaded, desperation lacing your voice. "I don't want to hear it! I can't even look at you right now. All those things I said to you, and you let this happen?! You got my father killed?!" His voice thundered with rage, his eyes dark and wild, veins bulging in his neck.

"You really think we wanted this? John B lost his dad too, you know that?! This was NEVER supposed to happen. I'm so sorry." But Rafe didn't want to hear your apology. "Get away from me! Don't come back! I never want to see you again," he shouted, the finality of his words slicing through you. You felt the tears streaming down your face, sorrow intertwined with disbelief. How could he say this after all the loving promises he had made before leaving? You sat in stunned silence for a moment, then carefully slid the ring off your finger and placed it on the coffee table. With a heavy heart, you turned and walked out of Tannyhill. Rafe didn't even glance back; he couldn't. Deep down, he knew he didn't mean any of it, but his anger always got the best of him.

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As you emerged from your thoughts, everyone decided to head inside for the night, giving JJ some much-needed rest before the race the next day. You settled into your old bed, replacing the dust-covered sheets, and despite the whirlwind of emotions flooding your mind about being back, sleep quickly overtook you. Before long, JJ was shaking you awake, urging you to hurry and get ready.

When you arrived at the racecourse, you kept your distance from the group, sticking close to Cleo to avoid any potential confrontations.

JJ understood what was going on without needing to ask, and he respected your space; having you there, after all this time, was what mattered most to him. It was a relief, allowing you to watch from afar as Rafe interacted with Topper, their tension palpable from a distance.

As the race began, excitement surged through you. Ju took the lead, but then Rafe unexpectedly tapped him, sending both of them flipping over their bikes, igniting a chorus of cheers from the crowd.

Once the race concluded, you made your way towards the group. Topper walked by, not being able to help gloat saying something to Sarah. He then caught your eye, a smug smile on his face, but he chose not to say anything, merely walking away while shaking his head. You refused to let it bother you; Topper's opinions meant nothing, yet you knew that this would undoubtedly reach Rafe, and you hoped to slip away before that happened-at least, that was what you hoped.

As the crowd began to thin out, you felt exposed among the remaining Pogues and Kooks. Seeking a bit of refuge, you decided to head towards the shack that stored drinks and equipment for the track, needing a breather from the charged atmosphere. Just as you turned to leave, your eyes locked with Rafe's.

Your heart raced as a heavy silence enveloped you, and for a moment, neither of you could look away. In that instant, you noticed Sofia slip her arm through his and plant a kiss on his cheek. Another dark haired, brown eyes Pogue you knew from the cut and worked with the country club. He clearly had a type. She playfully pulled his attention back to her. Seizing the chance, you quickly resumed your path to the shack, desperate to put distance between yourself and the turmoil of emotions that Rafe always seemed to ignite within you.

You stepped into the shack, the sunlight streaming through the windows casting long shadows across the floor. Your heart raced with nervousness, and you weren't sure if you wanted to stay or leave. With your back to the door, you pressed one hand to your chest and the other to your forehead, trying to steady your breathing, when a low voice broke the silence.

"Hi."

You spun around to find Rafe's imposing silhouette framed in the doorway, his tall figure looming over you. "Rafe, please, just go. I don't need this. I'm here for my brother," you insisted, your voice unsteady. He chuckled, stepping further into the room, the warmth of his presence engulfing you.

"I've missed you, Maybank."

"Don't say that to me," you retorted, backing away as he moved closer. Soon, you found yourself pinned between him and the table, his blue eyes piercing through the dim light, sparkling with an intensity that made your pulse quicken. He studied you with an expression that was both longing and mischief, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear before gently cupping your face.

It left you bewildered, and you instinctively tried to push him away. "A year and a half ago, you couldn't stand me, and now you're all over me. You can never make up your mind."

A smile crept across Rafe's face. "I could never hate you. I never hated you. I was angry, sure, but I took it out on you-and you never gave me a chance to apologize. You vanished, changed your number, and everyone who knew where you were would never tell me."

"Rafe, please just go," you pleaded, feeling trapped. But before you could protest further, he lifted you effortlessly and set you down on the table.

"I can't stay away from you. Please, let us have this moment," he murmured, his voice low and earnest. He leaned in, inhaling your familiar scent-the coconut and mango shampoo mixed with a hint of jasmine perfume. Then, without warning, he pressed soft kisses against your cheek. You let out a slight moan, unable to suppress the spark of electricity that coursed through you at his touch.

He smiled against your skin, his face inching closer to yours. Then, before you could register the moment, he pulled back slightly to gaze into your eyes once more before crashing his lips against yours. The shock of the kiss momentarily stunned you, but as the reality of what was happening sank in, you found yourself responding, moving your lips against his as if you had been waiting for this moment all along.

His hands began to explore your soft skin, gliding down your arms to intertwine his fingers with yours. You felt the familiar weight of the ring that once adorned your finger. He released your hand, gripping the nape of your neck and pulling you closer as his right hand traced down your torso. You wore a thin, cropped strapless top and a mini skirt. His fingertips teased the upper hem, grazing the tops of your breasts while he moved lower, grasping your waist as if afraid to let you go.

Both of you fought for breath, pulling away to look at each other, laughter escaping your lips. “I’ve been waiting to do this again for so long,” he admitted.

“Do you think your girlfriend would appreciate you saying that to me, Rafe?”

“What?”

“Sofia, the girl outside who kissed you on the cheek?” You sarcastically remind him. “Do you think she’d appreciate this? I may be many things, but I won’t be an accomplice to cheating.”

He sighed, “That means nothing to me. If anything, she’s just a distraction while you were gone. It’s always been you I’m meant to be with. I ruined it and forced myself to move on. And now you’re back.”

You bit your finger, feeling conflicted. “But—” Before you could interrogate him more, he captured your lips in another kiss, drowning out your thoughts. His hands ventured lower, teasing the hem of your skirt. Looking into your eyes for confirmation, you nodded, giving him permission to explore further. He slipped his fingers beneath your clothing, pressing against your core, and groaned as he felt your wetness.

He swirled his fingers before moving to your clit, rubbing in deep, rhythmic motions. You broke the kiss to moan, your head thrown back, exposing your neck and chest. He kissed a trail from behind your ear to the tops of your breasts, and then, with a practiced ease, slid a finger inside you.

You gasped, leaning into the crook of his neck. “That’s a good girl. You can take a little more, right?”

You whimper a soft yes, and he added a second finger, igniting a fevered kiss filled with passion and frustration. Despite your anger, desire overwhelmed you. He pumped in and out quickly, his thumb working your clit, sending you into a frenzy. Your breaths quickened, and you were amazed that no one could hear your moans.

“That’s right, baby. Let me make you feel good. Let me make it up to you. Come for me.”

As waves of pleasure washed over you, your head spun, heart racing. With a gasp, you reached your peak, surrendering completely as he rode out your orgasm, his unoccupied hand brushing your cheek. After a few lingering pumps, he withdrew, licking his fingers clean before adjusting your panties and gazing into your eyes.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he said softly. You struggled to find your voice, lost in the moment until the door slammed open, revealing JJ. Rage simmered within you at the thought of a confrontation between him and your brother, but Rafe turned to you. “We’ll talk more another time, baby.”

You smiled and nodded, but as he walked out, JJ turned to you with a look of disgust. “What the hell did he want?”

“Nothing. We were trying to talk before you interrupted,” you replied. “I didn’t know he saw me come in.”

“Are you going to talk to him about her?”

“I don’t know, J.”

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I hope you like it. My first of many stories. I decided to break it into parts. Stretch it out over the month before part 2 of the season drops.

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personapeters · 4 months ago

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✰ 𝐛𝐟!𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐱 𝐩𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞!𝐠𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

— rich boyfriend rafe and his whole heartedly pogue girlfriend

rating: sfw — cw: none

— boyfriend!rafe who… actually gets annoyed when you spend your money instead of his: “look, baby, i know you can but why when i’m literally throwing my card at you?” he questioned. “i’m not taking it, rafe,” you rebutted. “yeah? okay, don’t,” he mumbled, casually dropping a banded stack of cash onto your lap.

— boyfriend!rafe who… absolutely judged a book by it’s cover when you first met, knowing you were from a side of town he didn’t favor, but your beauty was something he couldn’t ignore. though, his outlook barely shifted; technically, not all pogues were trash, but he considered you to be the one and only exception.

— boyfriend!rafe who… is used to getting what he wants, so he was highly taken aback when you declined his first offer to go out. it was new and completely foreign, but it only made him want you even more — he’s always had a desire to obtain the ‘unobtainable’

— boyfriend!rafe who… caught so much shit from topper and kelce when they found out about his relationship with a pogue; so much so that rafe almost fought them over it, telling them to ‘get the fuck over it’ and to never speak on you again.

— boyfriend!rafe who… on occasion would reluctantly let your pogue friends go out on his yacht with the two of you for the day, which ultimately would end with him dropping them off an hour (or four) early. he wants them miles away from his pristine boat but loves how happy you look when you were all together.

— boyfriend!rafe who… hears you mention liking something once and makes sure it’s in your hands before the following day ends. they were always simple things like a cute t-shirt or sunglasses, which, to him, were so cheap and mundane that he found it rather adorable when you’d cherish them like literal gold.

— boyfriend!rafe who… isn’t too fond of where you live — your house being small, somewhat falling apart, and overall something far below rafe’s standards. he wishes you’d take him up on his offer to simply get you an apartment on his side of town: “okay, but it’d be so much better for you… and you’d be closer to me,” he mumbled, a small smile pulling at the corners of his pink lips.

— boyfriend!rafe who… takes you riding on his dirt bike to go sightseeing across figure eight, often taking the long way home just to feel your arms wrapped around his waist for just a little longer. you once asked if you could drive it, which would have been your first time, to which he immediately said, “fuck no, what — you tryin’ to break your neck? no.”

— boyfriend!rafe who… tried his first ever boxed mac and cheese with you, as random as it was, after you insisted it’s the greatest inexpensive food on earth; him beforehand saying, “what? y/n, that’s fucking powder…” but after he tried a bite of yours, he reluctantly said, “it’s not that bad… i might see the appeal.”

— boyfriend!rafe who… gives you ‘ultimatums’ when buying you clothes (although, you always insist you don’t need them), saying he’ll get you whatever you want as long as you try on some of his picks first. he would have gotten whatever you wanted regardless, he just liked seeing you model for him, which, secretly, you knew.

— boyfriend!rafe who… buys you extremely expensive jewelry and lies about the price, saying it’s a hundred times cheaper than it is to avoid you trying to give it back. he enjoys watching the dainty bracelet on your wrist or gold studs in your ears glint in the sunlight, knowing that you’re clueless on that fact that they’re the nicest money could buy — he needs only the best for his girl.

— boyfriend!rafe who… truly hated physical touch until you showed him it could be gentle — that it could be sweet, and warm, and kind, and didn’t have to leave him bloody or sore. he loves when you run your nails gingerly across his scalp or hold his hand in your lap, twisting absentmindedly at the rings adorning his long fingers; a type of touch (and love) he’d never felt before

— boyfriend!rafe who… craves your validation, no matter how big or small. he just needs to hear that he did something right, something good, something you’re proud of. he wants to hear you tell him he did a great job at making you dinner or picking out a dress for your spontaneous outings — your approval means so much more to him than you’d ever know.

— boyfriend!rafe who… uses his high status to (begrudgingly) help your pogue friends get out of whatever trouble they land themselves into, knowing it means alot to you and takes a weight off your shoulders: “m’doing this for you, alright? not them, you.”

— boyfriend!rafe who… is pretty heavy on pda. he doesn’t care whose watching when he lazily drapes a possessive arm around your shoulders, or when he kisses you messily with full force; whether it be a kook or pogue witnessing his shameless affections, he didn’t care — who’d dare to say something about it?

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psychoticfemmm · 2 months ago

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Prove It

Pairing: rafe cameron x pogue!reader

Summary: Some Kook girl spreads a rumor that she hooked up with Rafe—just to piss you off. When you confront him, it turns into an argument where you start to doubt him. But Rafe? He refuses to let you walk away.

You weren’t even looking for drama tonight.

You just wanted a chill night at the party—have a drink, dance a little, maybe even get Rafe to actually behave himself for once. But no. Instead, you had to hear some random girl tell everyone that she hooked up with your boyfriend.

At first, you laughed it off.

Because really? Rafe Cameron? Cheating on you? Not a chance.

But then you saw her—smirking, flicking her eyes in your direction, looking entirely too pleased with herself. And suddenly, you weren’t so sure.

So now here you were, arms crossed, standing in front of Rafe, daring him to explain.

“She’s saying you hooked up,” you snapped, voice sharper than intended. “Are you gonna deny it, or just stand there looking like an asshole?”

Rafe, leaning against the counter with his beer, just sighed—like this was a mild inconvenience rather than a full-on crisis.

“Babe, really?” He raised a brow. “You actually believe her?”

You hesitated.

And that hesitation? Oh, Rafe did not like that.

His jaw ticked, and suddenly, he was pushing off the counter, closing the space between you in two slow steps.

“Let me get this straight,” he murmured, towering over you now. “You think I’d let some desperate, pathetic Kook girl anywhere near me—when I have you?”

You hated that he said it like that—like it was the most ridiculous accusation ever. Like you should’ve just known better.

You huffed, looking away. “I don’t know, Rafe. You weren’t exactly shutting her down.”

His fingers tilted your chin up, forcing you to look at him.

“I don’t even know her name,” he scoffed, shaking his head. “You really think I’d fuck around on you? You think I’d risk losing you for some nobody?”

Your stomach flipped at how serious he looked—blue eyes dark, lips pressed into a firm line.

You swallowed. “…I don’t know.”

That was the wrong answer.

Rafe’s gaze hardened. “Bullshit.” He stepped closer, voice dropping lower. “You know damn well, no matter how mad you get at me, we’re always gonna work it out.”

You blinked up at him, heart hammering. “Rafe—”

“No, listen to me.” His voice was firm now, like he was making a point you weren’t allowed to argue. “You don’t get to walk away over this. Not from me.”

You sucked in a breath, nails digging into your palms. “You act like I don’t have a choice.”

Rafe grinned. “You don’t.”

His fingers curled around your jaw, holding you in place. “Because I love you. And I don’t give a shit how upset you are, you’re still mine.”

Your breath hitched. Your body was betraying you, leaning into him even as your brain told you to stay mad.

Rafe’s smirk turned smug. He could feel you giving in.

“You wanna be mad at me?” His fingers traced your jaw, down to your neck. “Fine. But don’t ever doubt that I’m yours.”

Then, just to make his point, he turned his head slightly—locking eyes with that girl across the room. The one who started all this.

And then?

He kissed you.

Hard.

His hand gripped your waist, pulling you so close there wasn’t a single inch of space between you. His other hand slid into your hair, tilting your head back, deepening the kiss.

He made a point to make it slow. Intense. Unapologetic.

By the time he pulled back, you were breathless, fingers curled into his shirt.

Rafe leaned in, lips brushing against your ear, voice low and smug.

“Nice try, though.”

Across the room, the girl’s expression was pure embarrassment.

And Rafe? Rafe just grinned—like he had just won the best game he’d ever played.

You sighed. “You’re such an asshole.”

Rafe just laughed, squeezing your hip. “Yeah, but I’m your asshole.”

And honestly?

Yeah, he was.

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greengoblinswifey · 5 months ago

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Trust— Rafe Cameron x Pogue!Reader

summary— based on season 4 episode 9, slight spoilers. rafe is convinced he can help you relax, take your mind off the drama on the ship and make you trust him.

warnings— manipulation, oral, praise kink, degrading kink, bondage, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink.

Rafe looked up as you entered the small, cramped bathroom, his blue eyes narrowing before softening a bit as he registered your expression. “Come to check on me again?” he drawled, his voice low and rough after days of confinement. Despite his irritation, there was a hint of something else in his tone, something that felt almost, relieved.

“Yeah,” you replied, sighing as you slid down to sit on the floor next to him, finally giving yourself a break from the chaos upstairs. “I needed to get away from everything. JJ's out of control, everyone’s on edge, and it’s just—it's all a lot.”

Rafe raised an eyebrow, shifting a bit to get more comfortable despite his tied-up position. “Sounds like a mess,” he said, a glint in his eyes. “But not surprising. I’d be losing it, too, if I were up there. Though, you don’t seem the type to lose it.”

You exhaled, glancing away. “I don’t know, sometimes I think I'm just about at my limit. It feels like I’m the only one who, I don’t know, tries to keep it all together by being civil.”

Rafe smirked slightly, his gaze unwavering. “You don’t have to, you know. Keep it together all the time,” he murmured, his voice taking on an edge. “Sometimes, you just need to let off some steam.” His voice dropped, a bit huskier. “Maybe even relax a little.” His eyes locked onto yours, and you felt your pulse quicken.

You frowned, glancing at his wrists, still bound. “Rafe…”

“Come on,” he coaxed, his tone almost too smooth. “Untie me. I’m not going to hurt you.” He held your gaze with an intensity that made you falter. “Let me help you relax.”

Hesitating, you chewed on your lip. There was something, different about him right now, and you couldn’t quite pin point it. But, against your better judgment, you reached forward and undid the ropes around his wrists, slowly freeing him.

Before you could process what was happening, his hands were on you, and he pulled you in close, pressing his lips to yours. The kiss was both rough and gentle, catching you completely off-guard. You melted into it, the tension you’d been carrying washing away under his touch. Your mind went blank, and you felt yourself leaning in closer, craving the connection.

“You’re so needy,” he murmured against your lips, “So naughty for letting me loose like this.”

Flustered, you pulled back slightly, breathless. “Rafe…”

He only smirked, his fingers trailing along your jaw. “It’s alright,” he whispered, holding your gaze with a soft, challenging glint. “Now that I’m out, maybe I can return the favor and help you feel a little better.”

You slowly nodded. You couldn’t deny the way he was making you feel.

Rafe’s hands moved slowly over your bare stomach, his fingers tracing delicate patterns across your skin, sending shivers up your spine. His gaze flicked up to meet yours, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “So responsive,” he murmured, watching your breath hitch as his hands continued their slow exploration.

Your cheeks warmed under his gaze, feeling vulnerable but completely unable to pull away. Rafe’s fingers hooked under the waistband of your skirt, and with a quiet confidence, he slipped it and your thong off, leaving you feeling even more exposed. He let out a quiet chuckle, his hands never leaving your skin.

When he pulled off his own shirt, his eyes never left yours, and then he moved closer, his presence between your legs grounding you in the moment. “Trust me,” he whispered, voice low as he leaned in, and before you could fully process the warmth of his breath, he began to press soft, deliberate kisses along your inner thigh, drawing a gasp from you.

“You’re so—” you managed, words slipping away as he looked up at you with that familiar smirk, his gaze unrelenting.

“So what?” he teased, “I haven’t even started.”

Your breath grew shallow, anticipation building as his hands traced along your hips, grounding you in a way you hadn’t expected.

His mouth attached to your clit and it sent a spark through you, his touch patient yet undeniably intent, and you couldn’t help but give in to the sensation, letting yourself relax under his steady hands. His tongue was precise, lapping up every part of your pussy that was soaked with your juices.

“Don’t hold back now,” he murmured. His constant sucking and flicking over your clit made your orgasm wash over you, leaving you completely captivated, and all you could do was let yourself melt into the moment, trusting him entirely.

“I’d say you were my good girl and you are but fuck, you’re such a slut just letting me make you cum like this, I thought you and your friends didn’t trust me?” he chuckled, sitting up til he was beside you. You buried your face into his chest, embarrassed that he was right.

“Oh that’s okay baby, don’t be embarrassed,” he laughed, “you know what would make it all better? Me doing to you what they did to me.”

Your head shot up, confusion etched across your face.

“Not like that baby, you’d be willing wouldn’t you? Would you let me tie you up and use you? Gonna be a good girl for me?” he asked huskily.

Slowly, you nodded. You couldn’t deny his words made you throb. You’d let this man do anything to you. He smirked at your obedience and took up the rope, beginning to tie you in the same position he was before. The rope was tied firmly, but not firm enough to hurt or bruise you.

“Is that okay baby? You like being all tied up for me?”

“Y-yes Rafe,” you muttered, eyes big and full of need.

He slipped down his boxers and your eyes went wider, gasping at the size of him. He was so thick and leaking for you. You needed a taste.

“Open up that whore mouth,” he growled.

Immediately, you did what was told and he shoved his cock straight to the back of your throat making you gag.

“Breathe baby, breathe, I know you can take it, you seem like you’d be such a good cock sucker.”

You wanted to prove him right, you wanted to be exactly what he thought of you. As he slowly thrusted into your mouth, your tongue went to work, swirling over the base and the tip, getting it as sloppy as you could. He moaned deeply above you, as his thrusts grew faster, your lips suctioned around him, making the sweetest little sounds.

You would’ve played with his balls if your hands weren’t tied and so, you leaned your head down, slurping and sucking on his balls as he threw his head back and shivered.

“Fuck, I knew you could do it, I knew you were a little whore, what a fucking mouth.” He slipped back into your mouth, his hands now going to your curls as he held you down on his cock, but before he could shoot his load down your throat, he pulled out.

“I know you’d swallow every last drop of my cum like the whore you are but I’d rather your pussy swallow it,” he chucked.

Heat rose in your cheeks as you thought about him filling you up. You weren’t on any form of birth control and you knew for a fact him or anyone on the ship did not have a condom in their possession. He’d definitely get you pregnant, just like his sister was at the moment. Ironic.

“Now, I have an idea.” You looked up at him curiously then gasped as he lifted your lower body, your hands in a slight awkward position as he held you up to fuck you mid air.

“Think you can take it— oh who am I kidding, you’re going to fucking take it,” he muttered, rubbing the leaking tip of his cock up and down your pussy lips.

“Your pussy is so wet and pretty, so happy you just gave it up to me.” You both moaned in unison as his cock slowly penetrated you. In that moment you partially wished your hands weren’t tied so you could’ve placed it on his abdomen, halting him from any further movements.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he moaned. Your eyes squeezed shut as he began pounding into you, your tits spilling out of the skimpy top you had on. His cock was deep inside you due to the angle, the feeling making your pussy quiver.

“Who’s making you feel this good huh?” he asked, his hands squeezing your hips harshly.

“You are Rafe, you,” you cried out. Your friends had definitely heard your screams.

“Good girl, trust me now?” he chuckled, breathlessly.

“Yes Rafe, I trust you. Faster, please,” you pleaded.

His rough thrusts sped up and the sound of your sloppy pussy and your loud moans filled the bathroom, possibly alerting your friends above.

“I need to feel you cum on my cock baby, you can do it,” he urged.

He went faster and deeper, hitting that spongy spot inside you to draw the orgasm out. Before long, you screamed his name, your pussy squirting all over the bathroom walls as he continued fucking you through your high, pulling everything out of you.

“You’re so fucking hot, good girl,” he cooed.

He began chasing his own orgasm, his hand wrapping around your neck and his other skillfully holding under you as his thrusts grew more sloppy.

“Clench around me baby, I’m gonna pump this sweet pussy full of my cum. Gonna get you fucking pregnant, have you carry my babies inside this sexy body.”

You couldn’t protest even if you wanted to and your walls clamped around him, milking him of every ounce of his cum as he slammed into you. His thrusts grew slower and slower and he held you with one hand, the other unbinding your hands and when he did, he held you close to him, his cock still deep inside your pussy.

You both shivered under each other’s touch, panting slowly subsiding.

You shifted off him, the feeling of his big cock slipping out of you making you wince and whimper at the loss and you sat beside him.

“You look so beautiful and relaxed,” he smirked, pushing your curls behind your ear.

“Well you were right, you could help me relax,” you giggled.

“I’m always right. I meant what I said by the way, you’re gonna carry my babies inside that sexy fucking body,” he smirked, rubbing your stomach.

Before you could respond, there was a pounding on the door, it was your best friend.

“Y/N, what’s all that noise? What’s going on in there?” Cleo called out.

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