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urmum-lovesme · 2 days ago

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Bunny (P6)

Rafe Cameron x Maybank!Reader

summary: Struggling to keep her and JJ’s home afloat, Y/N turns to the only option that guarantees fast cash- stripping at a club on the Cut. But when Rafe Cameron catches her in the act, he sees the perfect opportunity to tighten his grip around her life.

a/n: this is pretty intense cause shit has offically started to go down guys. Also Bunny and Rafe- they just need to get together already and JJ and Bunny- they need to stop this malarkey cause it's making me upset :( (the plot thickens...)

warnings: mentions of alcohol, mentions of drugs and drug dealing, strip club, naked women, lap dance, pole dancing, abusive father, harassment (implied assault)

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The bass of the club pulsed through the air, a steady thrum that matched the energy of the bodies moving under the neon lights. The haze of perfume and liquor, the blurred mix of men throwing cash they barely thought about, she felt she could slip into a rhythm and let herself forget for a few hours. But tonight, something felt... off. Not in a bad way, just different.

Rafe wasn’t here.

She hadn't seen him walk through the door, hadn’t caught his sharp blue eyes tracking her every move, hadn’t felt the weight of his presence pressing into her skin like it usually did. It was strange- unsettling even. Because for as much as she hated the way he always inserted himself into her space, she’d grown used to it.

Expectant of it.

She scanned the room, gaze flicking over the usual faces. The regulars. The passing truckers and tourists. The men who came in throwing money around like they owned the world. But no Rafe. No smug smirk from across the room, no lazy, arrogant drawl calling her name just to piss her off.

Good.

It was good.

Right?

She exhaled, shaking the thought from her head as she pressed her body up against the cool metal of the pole, swaying her hips slowly from side to side. Maybe he finally got bored. Maybe he’d found someone else to bother. That would be a win for her- but she couldn't deny she found it weird, the past few days his absence had been more than noticeable. The rest of the night passed with a familiar ease. She danced, she laughed, she put on the show she always did, let greedy hands slip bills into the waistband of her outfit, letting the bass shake the floor beneath her feet until it was time to slip away. She collected her cash, shoving the crumpled bills into a paper bag like always, folding it up before stuffing it into her duffle. A pair of heels landed on top, and she yanked a hoodie over her head, the fabric swallowing her whole as she tried to disappear into herself. As she slung the bag over her shoulder and started toward the back exit, Naomi- still wearing her dainty Bambi necklace- caught sight of her from the dressing room mirror, one perfectly arched brow raising as she turned on the stool.

“Going already?”

Naomi asked, voice smooth with curiosity. Y/N sighed, adjusting the strap of her bag.

“Yeah, I’ve got my fill for the night.”

Naomi hummed knowingly, leaning an elbow against the vanity as she lazily twirled a mascara wand between her fingers.

“Mmm. Guess I can’t blame you.”

Y/N forced a small smile, already shifting her weight toward the door, but Naomi wasn’t done. She mused, the teasing in her voice unmistakable.

“Haven’t seen your little boy toy around recently...”

“He’s not my anything.”

Y/N’s shoulders tensed, and she turned just enough to give the girl a look. Naomi just smirked, eyes glinting under the warm glow of the mirror lights.

“With the amount of cash he throws at you? Girl, I’d lock in for life.”

Y/N scoffed, shaking her head as she pushed the door of the changing rooms open, “Well, he’s all yours.”

Naomi rolled her eyes playfully, but there was warmth in her gaze as she pushed off the stool and made her way over. She pulled Y/N into a soft goodbye hug, pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek before cupping her face with manicured fingers.

“You okay?”

She asked, voice quieter now, like she could sense something wasn’t sitting right. Y/N exhaled, the weight of the night settling deep in her bones.

“I’m just tired Omi.”

“Go get some sleep babe.”

Naomi gave her a small, knowing smile, her thumb brushing over Y/N’s cheek lightly. Y/N returned the smile, albeit faint, before pulling away with a cheeky glint in her tired eyes.

“Well, that’s what I’m trying to do...”

“-Oh who is you—get outta here.”

Naomi scoffed, rolling her eyes. She swatted Y/N’s ass playfully as she walked out, earning a quiet laugh from her friend before the door swung shut behind her. And just like that, she was back in the night air, exhaling into the quiet.

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The door creaked open, and the dim glow of the kitchen light was the first thing Y/N noticed as she stepped inside. The smell of food hit her nose, and when she looked up, there was JJ, standing in the kitchen, biting into a sandwich, his jaw clenching as he chewed. His eyes flicked up to her, but he didn’t say anything at first. Just watched as she walked in like she was a stranger in her own home. She greeted, voice tentative.

“Hey”

JJ hummed in response, barely pausing his chewing as he shoved another bite in his mouth. She ignored the tension sitting thick in the air and walked past him, heading straight to her room. She dumped her duffle bag onto the bed before peeking into their dad’s room. The bed was unmade, but the room was empty, and that made her feel just a little lighter. At least she wouldn’t have to deal with him tonight. She padded back into the kitchen, her fingers already tugging at the fridge door handle, but the second she opened it, disappointment settled deep in her stomach.

Almost empty.

Of course it was.

A slow exhale left her lips, and she rubbed a tired hand over her face. She was going to have to go food shopping- again. For now, she just grabbed a bottle of water, shutting the fridge with a quiet sigh. She pulled out a chair opposite him, the legs scraping against the worn kitchen floor as she sat down. JJ was now sitting at the table, his sandwich halfway gone, eyes flicking up to her before focusing back on his food. Y/N rested her elbows on the table, rolling the cool bottle of water between her palms. “So…” she started, trying to keep things light, normal.

“What have you been up to?”

JJ barely looked up, “Not much.”

Her lips pressed together at his flat tone, “Saw Kie lately?”

“Yeah.”

She took a slow sip of her water, studying him, “How are JB and Sarah?”

JJ just shrugged.

She exhaled quietly, tapping her fingers against the bottle. He was obviously annoyed with her- she could feel it in the way his words were clipped, how he wasn’t even really looking at her. And it wasn’t fair. He didn’t get it. Didn’t get why she was always out, why she barely came home, why she was constantly exhausted. She was doing this for him. For both of them.

It stung.

“What’s wrong, huh?”

Y/N finally asked her voice soft, tilting her head as she studied him. JJ just rolled his eyes, pushing back from the table. He grabbed his empty plate, dumping it into the sink with a clatter before turning away from her. She watched as he made his way toward his room, not saying a word, not even sparing her a glance.

“Don’t walk away when I’m speaking to you JJ”

She called after him, her voice sharper now. He stopped in his tracks, turning just enough to shoot her an unimpressed look.

“Oh, I’m sorry, are you my mom now, or—”

“Excuse me?” she cut in, her jaw clenching, “Whats with the fucking attitude- whats got into you?”

“What’s got into me? What’s got into me?”

JJ let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head as he ran a frustrated hand through his messy blonde hair. She just stared at him, arms crossing over her chest, brows furrowing in confusion. He was mad- really mad- but she didn’t understand why. She wondered if her missing the bonfire last week really that serious? JJ let out a scoff, shaking his head.

“I literally never see you, Y/N. I never see you.”

His words hit her harder than she expected. She opened her mouth, but he didn’t even give her the chance to respond before he kept going, voice laced with frustration.

“You weren’t at the bonfire last week. You weren’t home when I got back from the chateu the other night. You weren’t here this morning. Jesus, I don’t even know the last time we actually sat and talked- like normal siblings do?”

His voice wavered slightly at the end, but he masked it with another shake of his head and roll of his eyes. Y/N bit at the skin on the inside of her hceek sightly before sighing out,

“J, I know... I’m sorry, okay? It’s not my fault I’ve just been busy- I’m working, I’m doing—”

“Yeah-” he cut in, crossing his arms, “I know. You’re always fucking working.”

She felt her chest tighten, guilt creeping up her spine. She was doing this for him- she'd always say that to herself when she'd dread to get out of bed in the worning, when she'd have to force herself to drive to the club afer her shift with Sofia. To keep To make sure he had food, a roof over his head. And yet, he was still looking at her like she had let him down. JJ let out a bitter laugh, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Whatever. Always an excuse with you.”

His words made her stomach twist.

“Acting like you’re doing something so fucking noble”

His eyes were cold and Y/N’s body went rigid. She could take a lot of shit, but not this. Not from him. Not after she'd been working her ass off for the past few months. Her fists clenched at her sides, her breath coming out a little uneven now. “You think this is a fucking excuse?” Her voice rose, the frustration bubbling over.

“You think I like being out all the time? You think I don’t wanna be home?”

“Yeah well you're never fucking around-”

“-Well, who do you think fucking pays for everything, huh?”

She snapped out voice loud and shaking. “Who pays for you? For the house? For the food in the fridge- oh, wait- there isn’t any, because I haven’t even had time to go shopping and no one else in this house fucking will! Who pays for the electricity? Who gives you money for gas so you can use that dumb ass bike out front? Who pays for you and all the Pogues when you go out? Who does all that- cause it’s not you oand it's definitely not dad”

JJ just stared at her, saying nothing.

The silence between them was thick, suffocating and Y/N was breathing heavily now, her entire body trembling from the outburst. Her chest rose and fell, emotions crashing over her like a wave she couldn’t escape from.

“Jesus”

She mumbled to herself hands coming up to cover her face angrily as she turned away from the boy trying to keep her composure, she could feel the lump rising in the back of her throat. When she looked up to the blonde boy in front of her,

He was just standing there, frozen simply looking at her.

Y/N’s eyes closed for a moment looking away once more, her hand instinctively running over her brow in an attempt to calm herself, but the anger and frustration were still boiling inside her. She was so fucking tired- tired of fighting, tired of being the one holding everything together but still being seen as a shitty sister. Her shoulders sagged as she exhaled slowly, trying to regain some sense of control over herself. But before she could collect her thoughts, the door creaked open.

Luke stumbled in, smelling of alcohol and smoke, his breath heavy with the stench of both. He was swaying slightly, a half-empty beer bottle dangling from his hand. His bloodshot eyes fixed on them, a smirk forming on his lips.

"Little family meeting and I wasn’t invited?"

He slurred, the words dripping with disdain. Y/N’s stomach churned. She didn’t have the strength for this. Not tonight. Not after she'd literally just ripped her brother to shreds. JJ was the first to react, his voice low,

"Dad just go to bed"

His voice a little weary as he spoke to the man. Luke’s bloodshot eyes flickered to JJ, and he sneered unimpressed,

"Little hero trying to save the day huh?"

His voice was thick with slurred sarcasm. Y/N pressed her nails harshly into her palms trying to shake off the dizziness that seemed to cloud her mind. She muttered, half to herself, but her voice was tight with frustration.

"It's nothing, just leave i-"

"-I need some money"

Luke’s attention shifted to her, his stance unsteady but focused as he spoke out, his voice dripping with entitlement. Y/N let out a quiet sigh, she knew where this was going, and she didn’t have the patience for it. She didn’t want to deal with this, but Luke was stumbling closer, relentless. As if on instinct JJ stepped forward, his body tensing as he saw what was coming.

"Dad, stop"

He spoke out firmly, trying to block Luke's path. But Luke shoved past him, shoulder bumping into the boys completely ignoring JJ’s warning, his face now dangerously close to Y/N's. He leaned in, his breath hot against her face.

"C’mon, I know you got some," he sneered, "Don’t be selfish. Just give it to me."

"I don’t have any"

She spat, the lie tasting bitter on her tongue, but she was desperate for him to leave her alone, to leave them alone. Y/N’s teeth ground together as she watched his face, his eyes narrowing slightly unimpressed with her tone. Her chest tightened. Before she could react Luke’s hand shot out, grabbing her face roughly as she let out a small whimper, as he forced her to look at him, her own hand flying up to grip his wrist trying to pry him off her face.

"Don’t fucking lie to me"

He growled, his grip tightening. JJ’s eyes flashed with concern, and he surged forward, shoving Luke back with a force that made the older man stumble. But Luke wasn’t backing down- he never had. He shoved JJ back, hard, the blonde boy loosing balance and harhsly hitting his back against the kitchen counter. Y/N's heart skipped a beat at the sight, the sick feeling in her stomach instantly rising asshe saw JJ having to steady himself against the cold tiles of the counter.

"Don't interrupt when the adults are talking!"

Luke barked, his voice filled with nothing but venom. Y/N felt a wave of panic rise in her chest now as the older man stumbled towards her brother once more, her heartbeat hammering in her ears. She couldn't let this escalate.

"Stop!"

She called out, the man whipping around at the sound of her voice. Her hands moved frantically to her pockets, pulling out the two crumpled fifty dollar bills she’d tucked away earlier before she'd left the club. Her fingers fumbled, shaking as she shoved it into Luke’s hand.

"Just—just leave him alone okay?"

She muttered through gritted teeth. "Take it and go."

Luke’s eyes glinted with satisfaction as he grabbed the money, he turned on his heel as he made his way back through the front door, the wood slamming loudly on its hinges making the walls of the house shake. Her eye drifted over to her brother, whose eys were already on her, taking in teh reddend skin around her jaw. Y/N let out a small sigh, throat feeling tight as she turned on her heel, moving toward her bedroom. JJ called after her, his voice pleading.

"Y/N—"

"Let it go Jay"

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Y/N clocked out of her shift at the country club, the weight of another long day settling heavily on her shoulders as she slipped back into the driver seat of her car. Her mind raced- she’d just gotten off a long shift here, and the tension with JJ had been thick lately- after their argument the other day everything felt strained. She slipped her phone out of her bag the familiar hum vibrating in her hand.

Tommy (3)

She stared at the message for a few moments, biting her lip, the screen lighting up her face in the dim light of the parking lot.

Tommy : Club’s gonna be real busy

Tommy : Need more girls than usual you free?

Tommy : Pay's double.

The offer was tempting- the money would make a difference. She remembers the last time she got a message like this, she earned almost five hundred dollars for only two hours. She needed an escape- it wasn't like she was going to go home anyways. Her fingers hovered over the screen for a moment longer, then she let out a small breath, shutting her eyes for a brief second as if trying to push off all the weight off her chest. She placed the phone down and turned the key in the ignition, the engine roaring to life beneath her. The sound filled the car, drowning out the noise in her head for just a moment. As she backed out of the parking lot and onto the quiet streets, her hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, the familiar road ahead almost a comfort in its predictability.

The strip club was alive with the hum of chatter, clinking glasses, and bass-heavy music filling the air. The buzzing atmosphere was almost suffocating- Y/N navigated through the crowd, feeling that familiar feeling as she made her way toward the changing room. As she stepped through the door, the smell of perfume, hairspray, and a faint hint of alcohol hit her. The room was already packed with girls, some adjusting their outfits, others touching up their makeup. Naomi was perched on a bench in front of the mirror, her fingers running through her hair.

“Heyyyy girlfriend”

Y/N smiled at her greeting, slipping off her jacket and tossing it on the chair next to Naomi. The girl glanced up at her again, her eyes flickering with curiosity. “Busy night,” she said, her voice low,

“You’re not the only one who got the double-pay offer. Everyone’s here.”

Y/N gave a half-nod, her mind still processing the chaotic energy in the room. “What’s going on tonight?” she asked, trying to ignore the tension rising in her chest. She didn’t want to get caught up in the buzz she just wanted a good payout, but she had to ask. Naomi didn’t miss a beat.

“Your little boy toy-” she said with a knowing smile, a hint of a tease in her voice. “-and his friend are selling tonight. Big stuff, apparently.”

The mention of Rafe made Y/N freeze for a split second. It was subtle, but Naomi caught the shift in her posture—the way her shoulders tensed, the brief flicker of something in her eyes. She hadn’t seen him in days, and the thought of him brought a tightness to her chest- one she coudlnt explain. Y/N licked her lips, giving a slow nod. She didn’t trust herself to say anything.

There were too many feelings tangled up with his name.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she pulled her heels out of her bag. The last thing she needed tonight was to deal with whatever Rafe had going in, yet she knew, deep down, she couldn’t avoid him forever. The music thudded louder as they walked out onto the main floor of the club. Y/N could feel every pair of eyes on her, the weight of their stares almost tangible as she moved through the crowd. She was wearing the tiniest skirt she could find, fishnets hugging her legs tightly, and a little tie top that showed just enough to catch anyone’s attention. That’s when they bumped into Tommy, who was leaning against a pillar near a busy booth. He looked up, a grin spreading across his face when he saw them.

“Just who I’ve been looking for,” he said, his voice laced with the usual business-like tone that masked the eagerness in his eyes.

“Ladies, I need you two for a duet in the far left booth.”

Y/N’s stomach dropped as she glanced over, recognizing that booth as the one Rafe and Barry usually occupied when they were selling. It was one of the higher-paying spots. Naomi didn’t seem to notice, or care. She gave Y/N a quick look, a mischievous gleam in her eye as she nudged her playfully with her shoulder.

“You better shake your ass on me like your life depends on it”

Naomi said, her voice low enough that only Y/N could hear. Y/N let out ana mused hum and although thought of being in Rafe’s vicinity again made her somewhat nervous, she quickly pushed the feeling down. She didn’t have time to second-guess herself. She couldn’t afford to. Not with this much money on the line anyways.

“Trust me, I will”

She said back, her voice steady, though there was a tightness in her chest that she couldn’t ignore. They made their way toward the booth, and with every step, Y/N could feel her pulse quicken, the familiar sense of tension rising in her. It wasn’t just the job. It was him. When they got closer to the booth, Naomi didn’t waste a second. She immediately slid onto Barry’s lap, her movements smooth and confident. Her hands traced down his chest as she leaned in close, her voice low,

"Hey, I’m Bambi"

"Shi, Bambi huh?"

Barry’s grin stretched wider as he raised an eyebrow. He laughed, clearly impressed. His hands were already reaching for the waistband of her panties, slipping cash into the band as she giggled, a carefree sound escaping her lips. Meanwhile, Y/N stood there, watching them for a moment, her heart pounding. The energy was thick, the music pulsing with a new rhythm that seemed to spread through her veins.

But as the beat dropped, her gaze shifted to Rafe.

He was sprawled back on the booth, leaning against the backrest, his legs spread wide and his arms casually crossed, biceps straining against the material. His posture was so damn confident, like he owned the place. His eyes flicked up toward her, and for a second and she froze, not sure how to approach him. The past few days of silence between them hung in the air like a thick fog. But just as quickly as the hesitation struck, she pushed it away. Instead of walking over to him, Y/N turned toward the pole at the centre of the booth, where the soft glow of the lights hit her skin just right. A new song started, the beat smooth and seductive, and she felt the music pull her into its rhythm. She slipped toward it, her fingers brushing against the cool metal as she took a deep breath. The familiar motion of her body flowing with the music was comforting, even if her nerves were still buzzing.

Her body swayed to the rhythm, her movements smooth and fluid as she gripped the pole. Her hips swivelled, hands trailing over her body in the same hypnotic rhythm. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Rafe- his gaze fixed on her, his eyes following her every move, a smirk tugging at his lips and she couldn’t help but feel the heat of his stare, the intensity in it that seemed to burn straight through her. His head tilted slightly, his lips parting as he watched her, as if the world had stopped just for him to witness this. His presence was heavy, and it made her pulse quicken in ways she wasn’t sure she could control.

But then Bambi was there, slipping up beside her, her body just as fluid and confident. She didn’t need words, just the familiar energy they often shared up on the stage. They moved together like they had done this a thousand times before- two bodies locked in perfect sync. Naomi’s hands slid up Y/N’s waist from behind, pulling her closer, their bodies grinding against each other in a perfect duet. Y/N's heart raced as Naomi’s lips brushed against her ear, her breath warm against her skin. They moved together, hands all over each other, teasing, pulling, snapping straps against skin as though their bodies were made to fit together.

Bambi’s fingers trailed down the girl’s spine, as she turned her around both of them now facing eachother. Without hesitation Y/N ran her hands over the girls soft skin, lowering herself down her body before she dropped to her knees in front of the girl. Rafe perked up in his seat eyes glued to the two of them on the stage, yet his focused was set on one more than the other- solely on her. Bambi's hand ran over the top of Y/N's hair and in response the girl arched her back running her hands up from the girls glittering heels to her soft thighs looking up at her from where she knelt on the ground. Bambi let out a playful smile as the whistles from the crowd around them grew louder, a few guys tossing money in their direction, clearly more interested in the show than the drugs being sold.

Rafe’s eyes never left Y/N, he couldn't draw them away even if he wanted to. His teeth ground against eachother, his gaze heavy, fingers tapped on the edge of the booth. The music finally began to fade as the dance came to a close and bills flew past, landing on the floor around the girls. Naomi sent Y/N a kiss, her chest rising and falling with the adrenaline, before she pulled back, a playful wink thrown in her direction as she picked up a few of the fifty dollar bills.

"Thanks for paying for my rent this month"

Rafe had moved now, his back straight as he leaned forward, sitting at the edge of the booth, his posture tense. His eyes were still following the girl standing on the raised platform- but then a guy who had just bought some coke from Barry next to them caught his attention. He was fiddling with the small baggie in his hand, his eyes trailing up and down Y/N’s body with a lecherous grin on his face. He licked his lips, his eyes lingering on her for a beat too long, then he turned to Rafe, the smirk never leaving his face.

“How much for her?” he asked, his voice low but confident as he gestured over to Y/N,

“For a private session?”

As soon as the words left him lips Rafe's jaw clenched, a low scowl pulling at his features as he fixed his eyes on the guy. Without a second thought, he spat out in a cold and cutting tone,

“She’s not for sale.”

The words hit harsh and unforgiving, and Rafe didn’t even give the guy a chance to respond before he stood up and shoved past the man without a glance, his movement swift and purposeful as he made his way towards Y/N. She looked up to find Rafe standing next to her, his gaze running over her, sharp and unreadable. The scowl on his face had softened a little, but there was still something dark in his eyes, something she couldn't fully decipher.

She didn't want to anyways- didn't want to try and understand it... undertsand him

"I want a private session."

His words cut through the air like a knife, his voice low and dangerous. The girl's jaw clenched tighter at the words, an uneasy mixture of anger and something else bubbling beneath the surface. She couldn’t pinpoint it. She didn’t know what to feel anymore when it came to him, she didn’t know where she stood with him, and it made her stomach churn. Naomi overheard from behind her and, with a grin, snuck up close, chin resting lightly on Y/N’s shoulder.

"She’d love to do that for you, wouldn’t you, bunny?"

She teased, the playful tone almost mocking in its innocence. Y/N was still glaring at Rafe, not able to tear her eyes away from him, she didn’t even know how to navigate the mess he'd tangled her in, but this?

This wasn’t what she needed.

Private sessions weren;t anything new. She used to do them all the time, that was before Rafe supposedly banned her from doing so. Either way, it was the nature of the business, and she’d done her fair share. Yet with him- she wasn't sure she wanted to cross that line. But when Rafe spoke again, his offer surprised her, his voice cold as he cut through her thoughts:

"I’ll pay triple."

Naomi’s eyes widened at the offer, clearly taken aback by the amount of money Rafe was willing to throw around. Y/N’s irritation flared—triple? Seriously? She couldn’t even figure out if he was trying to piss her off or if he genuinely wanted a session with her, and that pissed her off even more. Pushing down her frustration, Y/N finally looked away from him, her expression hardening as she nodded stiffly.

"Fine."

Her voice was sharp, but she quickly turned away, heading toward the private rooms, the sound of her heels echoing on the floor as she walked. Rafe followed close behind her, his footsteps deliberate. When they reached the door, she stopped and turned to face him, her hand resting on the door handle. She glanced at him and with a flick of her wrist, she opened the door and gestured inside with a stiff movement.

“After you.”

Rafe didn’t move for a second, his gaze still intense, but eventually, he stepped inside. Y/N turned, taking the little sign by the door and flipping it, the outline of a woman visible now, signaling the start of the session. She moved inside with him, her heart pounding as she shut the door behind her, the heavy silence between them deafening. The bass from the music thumped through the walls of the private room, vibrating the air with its pulse as Y/N stepped in, the door clicking shut behind her. The dim lighting made the space feel smaller, more intimate, as she looked toward Rafe. He was already sitting in the middle of one of the big leather chairs, his posture wide, almost arrogantly so. His thighs spread a little, his eyes focused on her, hungry, predatory.

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat, but she kept her cool, walking toward him with slow, deliberate steps. She didn’t show him the nerves that crept up her spine- no, she wasn’t going to let him see that. As she got closer, Rafe’s hand extended toward her, patting his lap. The simple gesture made her stomach flip in a way she refused to acknowledge. She hesitated for only a moment before straddling his lap, the heat between them palpable. His eyes locked onto hers as she settled in.

"I'm waiting"

A slow, deliberate roll of her hips immediately answered his demand. She could feel his breath hitch, his hands coming up to rub over her thighs, the touch warm and possessive. She braced her hands on his shoulders, the grip tight as she moved again, the rhythm of her body building with the pounding beat of the music. Rafe hummed under his breath, clearly satisfied. His hands slid up, teasing the skin of her inner thigh, fingertips brushing the edges of her skirt.

"Not seen you in a while Bunny"

He muttered, voice low and rich with something close to amusement as his head leaned back agaisnt the chair. Y/N smirked, a bitter laugh escaping her lips.

"Not long enough."

His lips curled into a smirk at that, but there was something deeper behind his eyes. As he spoke, his tone almost as if he was savouring the moment.

"Missed that bitchy attitude of yours"

Y/N’s gaze remained locked with his, her body swaying in time with the music, but her mind was elsewhere. Her fingers dug into his shoulders slightly, feeling the tension in his muscles, the way he pulled her in closer with every roll of her hips. She could feel the heat of his gaze, the weight of it settling on her skin causing it to prickle. It only fuelled her determination to make him feel something.

To make him sweat under the same intensity she felt.

His hand slid up her body, sliding over her hips, pausing at the soft skin of her waist before making its way to the centre of her top, fingers lingering by the bow of the material keeping her tits covered. Before she could react, his fingers curled around the soft cotton, tugging at the tie letting the material fall open in response to the action. Y/N bit her tongue, swallowing down her snarky comment, instead her hands came up to pull the top off- revealing the smallest bikini top she owned. It barely covered anything, the triangles of fabric just barely containing her tits. Rafe's eyes flicked down, his gaze darkening as he let out a hum, much deeper than the last. His thumb ran over the edge of the triangle shaped fabric, skimming along the soft swell of her breast.

His hands then slid lower to her hips, pulling her down just a little closer against him. His grip tightened, fingers pressing into her skin as he guided her movements, making sure she felt the full weight of his presence beneath her. He leaned in closer, the heat of his breath washing over her neck, sending a small shiver down her spine. She swallowed, the knot in her throat tightening as he whispered to her,

"Did you miss me, Bunny?"

Y/N’s breath caught, her pulse quickening at the sound of his voice- low, teasing, so incredibly close to her skin. Her body felt hot suddenly, like the room had sweltered into something far more intense. She wasn’t supposed to feel this way, not with him, not with everything that had already passed between them. Her mind raced, and for a brief moment, she couldn't answer. She was caught off guard by the sudden surge of heat flooding her body. The question hung in the air like a weight, as if the answer would say more about her than she wanted it to. She cleared her throat, struggling to steady her pulse as his lips brushed just underneath her ear. The tension between them seemed to stretch, thickening with every passing second. She managed a tight, almost defensive response.

"No"

She said, her voice betraying her own uncertainty as she shifted slightly, the heat between them still uncomfortably intense. Rafe didn’t pull away. Instead, his hands tightened around her hips, pulling her closer again, forcing her to face him, to meet his gaze. There was something dangerous in his eyes- a challenge- but also something else, something far more complicated. He smirked, as though he knew exactly what was going on inside her head, leaning back slightly as he watched her, his gaze never leaving her face.

"I don’t believe you"

He said, his voice low, amusement dancing in his eyes. Y/N felt her stomach twist. She stopped her movements abruptly, the music shifting into a new beat that only seemed to heighten the tension between them and her breath seemed to be heavier now. She could feel the weight of his stare as his fingers trailed down to toy with the hem of her skirt, teasing her with every slight tug of the fabric. He tilted his head, his eyes still locked on her, as though he were reading her every move. He spoke casually, voice dripping with an almost confident sweetness.

"My offer still stands you know..."

"What?"

Y/N blinked, confusion flickering in her gaze. Rafe leaned in just a little, his lips curving into that familiar cocky grin.

"Come back to Tannyhill with me..."

He said, his voice quieter now, but still laced with that undeniable edge. Her stomach dropped, and she shook her head, already pushing herself off of him, feeling that familiar heat rise to her face.

"No"

She said firmly, her tone cold, her chest tight with irritation. Rafe wasn’t done, though. As she moved away from him, his hands shot out to grab her wrists, keeping her close to him and her hands had to come out to steady herself against his chest. His fingers wrapped around her skin like a vice, but not harsh—more like a silent ask for her attention, for her response. He coaxed, his voice barely above a whisper.

"C'mon Y/N- any price you give me"

"No," she repeated, her jaw clenched, her voice rising,

"No- what do you even- no- Rafe just, just stop"

But he wasn’t letting it go even though she was done. She pulled away from him, her chest tight as she turned toward the door. Rafe’s voice followed her as she walked.

"You know I wouldn’t do anything you didn’t want"

He said, the words hanging in the air between them. Y/N froze, her hand resting on the door handle. She turned around, her lips curling into a sarcastic smile.

"Yeah? Well, that makes it so much better, doesn’t it?"

She shot back, her voice thick with bitter irony. Rafe didn’t move, didn’t flinch. He only leaned back against the booth with a slight shrug. "Well," he said slowly, his tone a little too calm,

"I’m not gonna change my mind."

Y/N’s eyes narrowed, her hands tightening around the handle. She shot him one last, heated glance before responding, her voice sharp and firm.

"Yeah? Well, neither will I"

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She walked out of the club, her trainers scuffing against the pavement in the quiet night air, each step louder than the last. The neon lights from the strip club still flickered in the distance, but she was done. She had clocked out early, barely able to keep herself together after that confrontation with Rafe. Her blood was boiling, and her fists were clenched so tight her knuckles ached. She could still feel the heat of his touch, the way his words had wormed their way under her skin.

He had that effect on her- always had.

Y/N chewed on the thought as she crossed the parking lot, heading for her car. It was complicated. She hated what he made her feel. He knew exactly how to push her buttons, how to get under her skin, and it made her want to scream. Yet, at the same time, part of her didn’t want to walk away, even though her stomach twisted at the thought of him. She hated that she couldn’t escape the pull he had on her. He was everything she didn’t want. And still, there she was, thinking about him when she could be focusing on anything else. Her thoughts were swirling as she made her way to her car, trying to push away the lingering feeling of his presence. She’d never been so conflicted in her life. She slid her bag into the trunk of the car, the weight of the night still pressing down on her, and just as she was about to shut the boot, a voice interrupted her.

"Hey! Hey, excuse me!"

She paused and looked up, her jaw tightening as she saw a guy walking toward her. He was dressed well, too well for someone she'd expect to see around here, and there was something about the way his pupils were blown wide that immediately caught her attention. "Um, yeah?" she responded, clearly annoyed, her arms folding across her chest.

"Can I help you?"

"Oh uh, you're Bunny, right?"

The guy seemed a little flustered as he stopped in front of her, running a hand through his hair, a nervous energy radiating off him. Y/N let out a small sigh, rolling her eyes to herself, her fingers gripping the edge of the trunk.

"Look, I’m not working anymore..."

The guy blinked, quickly recovering, "Oh—oh right. Well, will you be back tonight or…?"

"No, I'm done for the night"

She replied curtly, closing the trunk with a firm click. She was done with the whole night, with the club, and especially with thinking about Rafe. "Right, right," he stammered, rubbing the back of his neck, clearly trying to find his words.

"I saw you inside, and… I just wanted to say you were..."

"I was…?"

She trailed off, her patience already wearing thin. Y/N shifted her weight from one foot to the other, not really in the mood for small talk. He spoke, his voice a little too eager, his words almost slurring slightly as if he'd had a few too many drinks.

"...you were really good"

"Thanks"

She muttered, already turning to head for her driver's door, hoping he'd take the hint. But no, he was still following her, his steps quickening as he tried to keep up. "You see," he continued,

"I was inside, and I was talking to that guy and I was going to ask you for a priv—"

"-Look, this is really nice of you and all, but I really just wanna get home."

She cut him off before he could finish, her tone sharp. The guy stopped, his face falling slightly as he realized she wasn’t interested. He gave a small nod, raising his hands a little. But he didn't move. Y/N turned to face the guy again as he didn’t back off. He was still standing a few steps away, an uncomfortable eagerness in his stance.

"I'll pay you well"

He said, trying to sound persuasive, his voice a little more insistent. She scoffed, shaking her head. Her voice was thick with disbelief, the last thread of patience she had snapping.

"Are you for real right now?"

"Come on, I’ll pay you double."

He stepped a little closer, his eyes scanning her like and Y/N’s jaw tightened, her fingers gripping the handle of the car door as she stood between the two cars taking a step back, trying to put distance between them.

"Just back off man"

But he didn’t listen and instead took another step forward, clearly ignoring every signal she was giving him, and she felt the anger building in her chest.

"I fucking said, back up!"

She snapped, her voice cold and sharp. The guy hesitated for just a second, but then his eyes hardened, the uncomfortable edge of desperation turning into something intimidating.

He clearly wasn’t backing off

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cherrygirlfriend · 2 days ago

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─── YOU'VE GOT MAIL .ᐟ

...or how reader made a friend in the most unconventional way.

★ pairing.ᐟ frat!rafe x nerd!reader

★ summary.ᐟ rafe cameron is the golden boy of kildare university; certified frat boy, captain of the football team, relentless party animal with lines of girls to sleep with.

reader couldn't be more different; while she has the best grades in the whole school, she suffers from social anxiety disorder, and her social life is limited to her three best friends and the cat she secretly snuck into her dorm room.

both of them decide to join the anonymous chatroom for their campus, and start talking to one another,, a friendship starting to form between the two; but neither of them know how different the other is.

★ author's note.ᐟ i hope you guys like this! i'm considering making this into a series; if i do, i think i'd do it the same way this fic is, aka some narration but mostly 'chatting' between rafe and reader. anyway, let me know if you want it to continue!! i've been feeling down for a few weeks now, so something simple and fun like this was a good way to get back into the flow of writing.

i thought about making this a smau, but doing the chats like this feels more authentic to the 2000s chatroom experience y’know

you were sitting on your bed, your laptop open on a website called KildareUChats, a website that was apparently meant for the students of your university to be able to anonymously chat with other students, your friend having told you to give it a try, knowing that it’d be difficult for you to do in person.

you didn't really see the point of it; although your social circle was in no way huge, you were happy enough with it, really. never having been great with new people, you'd made three friends on your freshman year of college and simply stuck to them. it didn't help that whenever you tried to talk to someone new, it felt like someone was choking you.

but this was online. the person on the other side would never know who you are, and you'd never have to actually be face-to-face with them. your cursor moved to hover over the 'REGISTER' button, and you filled the page out with your basic information, name, school email, birth date... but when the website asked for a username, you couldn't help but purse your lips as you looked around your dorm room, from the fairy lights you'd hung up on walls that now glowed in a yellowish hue, to the several books stacked on the floor, to the dead roses on your desk...

but when your eyes landed on your nightstand, you spotted a book of poems by edgar allan poe, and your lips quirked up into a small smile. after you typed the name 'AnnabelLee' into the username field, a green check mark appeared next to it to signify it was available.

after setting a password, you were redirected to a page that said 'WELCOME TO KILDAREUCHATS AnnabelLee! CLICK HERE IF YOU WISH TO CONNECT WITH A RANDOM STRANGER!'. you clicked the button, your cursor turning into a circle for a moment as it loaded, before you were redirected to a chatroom with a pop-up.

KILDAREUCHATS IS CONNECTING YOU TO A STRANGER...

KILDAREUCHATS HAS CONNECTED YOU! REMEMBER TO TREAT OTHERS THE WAY YOU WANT TO BE TREATED <3 SAY HI!

you stared at your computer screen, biting into your lower lip. you had no idea what you were supposed to say; outside of the people you already knew, you were helpless when talking to people, the words always getting stuck in your throat, or vanishing from your mind. angel's white fur blended in with your white sheets as your hand moved to absentmindedly stroke her, the little cat purring in her sleep. but before your hand could dart out to type something on your laptop, a message appeared on the screen.

STRANGER: heyy

taking in a deep breath, you shook your head, as if shaking all doubts and worries out of it. the site was anonymous; that was the whole point. and your therapist told you, that for your social anxiety to get better, you should try go socialize. mingle. you took the bottle of cheap white wine you'd snuck into your dorm, taking a large swig straight out of the bottle before setting it back down, your hands flying to your keyboard.

YOU: hi :)

STRANGER: wsp?

YOU: ...wasp?

STRANGER: lmao no... what's up?

YOU: sorry, i'm not good with that kind of lingo haha. YOU: nothing much. i'm hanging out with my cat.

STRANGER: damn, do you have an off-campus apartment or something?

YOU: nope :) YOU: don't tell my ra.

STRANGER: shit you have a CAT in your dorm?

YOU: if you tell on me, i'm gonna have to hunt you down and kill you.

STRANGER: lucky for you this is anonymous STRANGER: and i'm not a snitch lmao STRANGER: so, what are you doing on this thing at 12am on a friday night? no hot parties?

YOU: honestly, i think i'd rather put a noose around my neck than go to a party. YOU: i'm just in my room drinking wine. decided to try this site after my friend suggested it. YOU: what about you?

STRANGER: damn, kinky STRANGER: i do have a 'hot party' to go to but i also have an essay due in nine hours and the prof already hates my ass

YOU: so you decided to not write your essay and instead procrastinate by chatting with some random stranger?

STRANGER: exactly! you get it STRANGER: if i even have my laptop in front of me, i'm counting that as me writing my essay

YOU: what's it about?

STRANGER: what kind of a role religion has when it comes to politics and shit

YOU: and let me guess, that's not a topic you enjoy studying in your free time?

STRANGER: you know me so well already

YOU: if it helps, i'm also studying. or, procrastinating studying. YOU: i have a chemistry exam on monday :(

STRANGER: ...and you're studying for it on a friday already? STRANGER: i just read for exams a few minutes before they start STRANGER: compared to me you're like a genius

YOU: eyeroll. YOU: and that's why you have trouble writing an essay! YOU: you're probably missing out on a keg stand at your 'hot party'.

STRANGER: i can't believe you're making fun of the art of the stand

YOU: you'll live.

STRANGER: how do you know? maybe i'm the god of the kegstand and every time a human loses faith in me, i grow weaker

YOU: are you? YOU: oh sacred frat god? YOU: shall i make an offering for you at your altar? would that appease your distaste towards me?

STRANGER: you shall

YOU: okay, how about these for an offering: YOU: a white claw, a buzz ball, a red solo cup with a strange mixture of different kinds of alcohols, and a vape pen?

STRANGER: those appease me much, mere mortal STRANGER: also mango-flavored juul pods

YOU: you're so weird.

STRANGER: says the person who's hanging with her cat on a friday night

YOU: how do you figure i'm a her?

STRANGER: oh please STRANGER: no man would disrespect the fine art of the keg stand

YOU: got me there, frat boy.

STRANGER: that's very presumptuous STRANGER: i could just be a tomboy

YOU: please. YOU: if you're a girl then i'm sasquatch.

STRANGER: don't worry, i don't mind a little body hair

YOU: i hate you.

glancing at the clock on your wall, you'd realized that thirty minutes had already gone by. you let out a small sigh, rubbing your eyes.

YOU: i should get going. i can't keep procrastinating.

STRANGER: already?

YOU: what, are you gonna miss me or something?

STRANGER: hey, if i get a pic of bigfoot i'm gonna be making millions, i just have capitalistic tendencies

YOU: fair point.

STRANGER: you should add me as a friend

YOU: you can do that??? i thought this was an anonymous chat.

STRANGER: yeah you can lmao why else would you need to set a username STRANGER: i'll just do it

and soon enough, a pop-up appeared on your screen, with the text 'STRANGER HAS REQUESTED TO ADD YOU AS FRIEND.' along with the buttons 'ACCEPT' and 'DENY'.

you pursed your lips, your finger lingering over the touchpad, first dragging it over the button reading 'DENY', before you let out a sigh, taking a large swig from the bottle of wine, moving the cursor to 'ACCEPT' and pressing it before you could regret it.

the pop-up was now replaced with another one, reading 'CONGRATS AnnabelLee YOU ARE NOW FRIENDS WITH MalachiConstant' and when you read the stranger's name, you couldn't help but let out a small chuckle. you clicked the red 'x' that closed the pop-up, and the word STRANGER in your chat logs was now replaced by MalachiConstant.

YOU: really? vonnegut?

MalachiConstant: what? i don't seem like the type to read?

YOU: just surprising!

MalachiConstant: says the girl with the hard-on for poe MalachiConstant: which isn't surprising at all

YOU: har har. YOU: goodnight, weird vonnegut frat boy.

MalachiConstant: goodnight, weird poe girl

YOU HAVE LOGGED OUT OF KILDAREUCHATS.

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a/n: inspired by the fact that i got a new fuggler child yesterday 🩷🩷🩷 also angel canon kiki’s delivery service lover

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alanisstonedd · 2 days ago

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bet reader was shocked when munch marine!rafe ate her out for the first time, bc i know this man would be going at it for hours and hours

oh girl hes munch af

dream eater honestly. the man has it down to a science and will in fact go at it for HOURS. and with them muscles you know you're not going nowhere. hes got you locked down, licking at you slowwwwly with his WHOLE tongue, sucking at your entire pussy, slurping you up like the first time he ever tasted you.

hes NOT ashamed either. hes LOUD in bed cmon now. you can't even hear yourself - the only thing louder than the sound of his mouth on you is his deeeeeep grunts and rough groans. you'd think he had a vibrator on you with the way his noises reverberate through your pussy. but don't play him he WILL use tools - never shying away from anything that'll make you cum even harder than the last time.

you see GOD every single time, barely having the strength to making it through his fucking you into the sheets after.

he'll be discreet about it if he needs to be but he don't care really. will straight up ask "baby.. lemme eat you.." and just grin at you like a kid. he knows you can resist his eyes.... or his hands that snatch you up and start groping when you try to make excuses. and AGAIN - don't play him, he will get on his knees and beg... eventually taking matters into his own hands and throwing your leg over his shoulder.

you're not safe from 69 either, its a frequent occurrence in y'alls bedroom. he'll lay there mouthing at you, arms locked around you hips, canting up into your mouth softly until you're both drunk off each other moaning like its spiritual. its almost like way you're drooling all over him actively makes him crave your pussy in his mouth 10x more.

loves to wake you up with it.. throwing the sheets off so when you wake up moaning and crack an eye, you immediately see him - also usually naked - looking up at you like he won the lottery. "mornin' baby" he'll rumble with a wet smooch to your clit.

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coryndoll · 1 day ago

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a/n: hes so big n tough until it comes to his lady

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rafesgreasycurtainbangs · 2 days ago

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rafe convincing reader to stay at his house (the one in season four) and extra spoils her with her favorite things around the house, and even shows her the nursery he’s built

༄｡° building something real - rafe cameron

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The sun was melting into the ocean, casting a warm glow over Rafe’s new beachfront house—a place he’d carved out on his own, far from Tanneyhill’s heavy echoes. You stood on the porch, arms crossed, your bags still in your car. You hadn’t committed to staying, not yet. Change loomed too large—the baby, your shifting world—and this house felt like one more leap you weren’t sure you could take. But Rafe was there, pacing in front of you, his usual sharpness softened into something tender, something that reminded you of the way he’d talked you down before, his voice gentle and sure.

“I know you’re scared,” he said, reading you like he always did, his blue eyes catching the last light of the day. “I get it—everything’s moving fast, with the baby, with us. But this—” he gestured to the house, the waves beyond it—“this isn’t more chaos. It’s a fresh start, like we talked about. For you, for me, for them.”

You stared at the horizon, not quite ready to meet his gaze. He’d convinced you once before, his words so caring they’d chipped away at your doubts about a house together. Now he was trying again. He stepped closer, taking your hand with a softness that still surprised you. “Come inside,” he murmured. “Let me show you.”

You let him guide you through the door, the scent of fresh paint and cedar hitting you as you entered the open living space. It was beautiful—big windows, warm tones, the ocean stretching out endlessly. Then you saw the pieces of you he’d tucked into it: your favorite books stacked on the counter, worn and loved; a bowl of those sour candies you craved lately; a blue throw blanket—your shade—draped over the couch; a speaker playing your playlist, soft and familiar.

“You did this?” you asked, voice quiet, tracing the edges of the blanket with your fingers.

“Yeah,” Rafe said, hands in his pockets, watching you closely. “I’ve been paying attention. I know change freaks you out right now—I get it, with the baby and everything. But I wanted this to feel like home, not just some new place. There’s more, though. Come with me.”

He led you down the hall, stopping at a closed door. Your heart thudded as he pushed it open, revealing a nursery.

Soft gray walls, a white crib with a starry mobile twirling above it, a rocking chair in the corner, a shelf of little books and plush toys, a crescent moon rug. On the wall, framed, was your ultrasound photo—the tiny shape of your baby. Tears sprang to your eyes, hot and sudden, spilling down your cheeks as your hand pressed to your mouth. It wasn’t just the room—it was Rafe, building this, night after night, for the life growing inside you.

“I built it,” he said, voice rough with emotion, stepping closer but giving you space. “For our baby. I’ve been working on it, trying to make it perfect. I know you’re worried about all the changes, but this—this is us starting fresh, together. I want them to have a real home. I want you to have that.”

You turned to him, tears blurring your vision, chest shaking as you tried to hold it together. Rafe’s face softened, a flicker of panic crossing it as he saw you cry. “Hey, I’m not great at this,” he said, hands hovering like he wasn’t sure if you’d want him to hold you. “But I’m trying. I want to be better—for you, for them. Stay with me. Let me take care of you, surround you with all the stuff you love. This isn’t about pushing you—it’s about us building something real.”

The ocean hummed through the open window, the nursery glowing in the fading light. You stood there, tears streaming, caught between the fear of change and the man who’d somehow made it feel safe. He wasn’t rushing you, wasn’t demanding—just waiting, eyes locked on yours, showing you he meant every word.

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spoiledprincessbratspostsblog · 7 hours ago

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bfrafe x sweetiegirlreader text messages

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rafes-slut · 3 days ago

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Misses It Too Much

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x You (Exes)

Warnings: Explicit smut, phone sex, desperation, Rafe being pathetic over you, mentions of infidelity, dirty talk, mild angst

Summary: You’ve both moved on—at least, that’s what you tell yourselves. But when Rafe calls you in the middle of the night, breathless and wrecked, confessing just how much he misses you, you don’t hang up. You listen. And you enjoy every second of it.

The shrill ring of your phone cuts through the silence of your bedroom. You groggily blink at the screen, the contact name burning into your retinas.

Rafe.

You shouldn’t pick up. It’s been months. You’re past this. He has someone else now.

But something inside you—maybe it’s curiosity, maybe it’s pride—has you swiping to answer.

“Rafe?” Your voice is thick with sleep.

A sharp inhale, a shaky exhale. Then his voice, broken and breathless.

“Fuck, baby… thank God.”

His words are rushed, almost frantic, like he’s been holding back for too long. You sit up, suddenly alert, heart hammering.

“Why are you calling me?”

“I—” His voice cuts off, then returns, softer. Desperate. “I shouldn’t. I know I shouldn’t, but I—fuck—I miss you.”

You roll your eyes. “You have a girlfriend.”

He groans, a frustrated, pained sound. “I know. I know, but—Jesus, she’s not you. She doesn’t feel like you, doesn’t sound like you, doesn’t—fuck—doesn’t make me cum like you.”

Your breath catches.

“Rafe—”

“She doesn’t even feel good,” he continues, voice strained, like he’s on the verge of breaking. “It’s nothing. It’s—God, it’s fucking torture. I have to picture you just to get off. I have to close my eyes and pretend I’m buried inside you.”

Your stomach flips. He sounds wrecked. Raw. Like he’s been holding this in for too long.

You should hang up. You really should. But you don’t.

Instead, you hum, tilting your head. “That so?”

A choked whimper. “Yeah.”

You bite your lip. “What else, Rafe?”

He groans again, the sound so guttural it makes heat coil low in your stomach.

“Fuck—everything. I miss everything. The way you squeeze around me. How wet you get when I just—God—just touch you. I’d fucking kill just to slide my fingers inside you right now, feel how warm and tight you are. I know you’d let me. I know you would.”

Your thighs press together involuntarily. You should stop this. But the power of it—the way he’s unraveling for you, over you—has you feeling high.

“Keep going,” you murmur, fingers teasing at your own skin.

He whimpers. Actually whimpers.

“I can’t even finish in her,” he admits, voice breaking. “Have to pull out, have to stroke my cock and think of you. Only you.”

Your breath is uneven now, lips parted. “And right now?”

A sharp inhale. “Right now I’m so fucking hard it hurts. Been like this all night. Couldn’t sleep. Couldn’t—” He cuts off, voice thick. “I’m leaking for you, baby. It’s fucking pathetic.”

You smirk. “So fucking pathetic.”

He moans, breath stuttering. “Fuck, yeah. Yeah, I am. And I don’t even care. Just—tell me you miss me. Tell me you miss my cock. Please.”

Your fingers drift lower.

And you don’t stop him.

Not when he sounds like this.

Your breath is uneven now, lips parted as your fingers toy with the hem of your panties. You shouldn’t be doing this—you know you shouldn’t. But Rafe sounds wrecked, desperate in a way that makes something deep inside you pulse with satisfaction.

You let the silence stretch, making him wait, making him ache for it. Then, finally—

“Maybe I do,” you whisper.

He groans so loudly it’s almost embarrassing, but he doesn’t care. You can hear the way he shifts on the other end, the rustle of sheets, the sharp exhale as his hand wraps around himself.

“Fuck, baby, say it again,” he pleads.

You smirk. “I miss it, Rafe.”

A sharp, choked moan punches through the speaker. “Jesus—fuck—” He sounds close to breaking. “You—God, you’re evil. You know what hearing that does to me? My cock twitched, baby. Just at your fucking voice.”

Your fingers dip lower, pressing against the damp heat between your thighs. You sigh, just loud enough for him to hear.

Rafe sucks in a breath. “You touching yourself?”

Your smirk deepens. “Maybe.”

“God, fuck. Wish I could see.” His voice is hoarse, thick with lust. “Wish I could spread those pretty thighs, slide my fingers inside you, feel how wet you are for me.”

Your fingers dip beneath your panties, teasing over your clit.

“Bet you’re soaking,” he rasps. “Bet I could slip right in, no resistance. You’d take me so easy, wouldn’t you? Just like always.”

A quiet whimper leaves your lips.

Rafe growls. “Oh, you are touching yourself. Fucking knew it.”

You roll your eyes even though he can’t see. “You don’t know shit.”

“Oh, I know,” he counters. “Know how you get when you’re turned on. Know the little noises you make, how breathy your voice gets.” A pause, then softer—“Miss those sounds so much, baby.”

Your fingers move a little faster.

He must hear the shift in your breathing because he moans, voice shaky. “Wish I could feel you clenching around me. You always did when you were close.”

You bite your lip.

“I—fuck—I can’t stop thinking about it. Can’t stop picturing how tight you’d feel wrapped around me, how perfect you’d be.”

Your own breath stutters now, pleasure building. “Yeah?”

He groans. “Yeah. Would fuck you so slow, make it last. Make you beg.”

You let out a soft, shaky moan.

“That’s it, baby,” he praises. “Missed that little sound so fucking much.”

You can hear the slick movement of his hand on the other end, the sharp intake of breath, the broken moan that follows.

“Shit, I’m so close,” he gasps. “Tell me—tell me you want me, baby. Just this once. Please.”

Your stomach clenches, and for a moment, your pride wars with your desire.

Then—

“I want you, Rafe.”

A strangled, wrecked noise rips from his throat.

“Fuck, baby—gonna cum—”

His voice dissolves into incoherent moans, and the thought of him falling apart just from the sound of you—the idea that no one else can get him off like you—sends you over the edge, too.

You arch against your own hand, breathy little whimpers slipping free as pleasure rolls through you.

For a moment, all that fills the line is the sound of heavy breathing.

Then, a hoarse, broken whisper.

“Fuck, I still love you.”

Your stomach tightens.

Silence.

And then, before he can say anything else—

You hang up.

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jjmayhem · 1 day ago

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Enemies-With-Benefits (MDNI)

Pairing: Rafe Cameron & Fem!Reader

Genre: smut

Synopsis: You can’t stand Rafe but that doesn’t stop the heat from happening. After all, there’s a thin line between love and hate, huh?

CW: piv (from behind), unprotected, rough, teasing, some erotic asphyxiation, dirty talk, creampie

“I really, ahh, can’t stand you…” That sentence came out of your mouth, with a heavy strained breath and moan.

Rafe Cameron grunted, pounding his cock deeper as he fucked into you hard. His voice sounding smug and pleased, “Yeah? That’s why your cunt is wrapping around me so tightly right now.”

“Because. You. Can’t. Stand. Me.” Every word got punctuated with a sharp thrust that made you groan and shudder, your hands gripping the edge of the table that he had you bent over while he fucked you from behind.

“I c—can’t, you damn—“ You couldn’t even finish spitting out those words because he suddenly pulled all the way out. The tip of his dick still against your dripping folds, teasing.

You missed it instantly. He knew and you knew because you whipped your head around, pants escaping loudly. Your eyes told Rafe more than your mouth ever could. He wore a smirk, eyeing you.

“What, babydoll? Wanna finish that sentence?” His tone was amused, taunting you. Especially with that damn pet-name; it wasn’t meant to be sweet, no. It was meant to be derogatory, he loved pushing your buttons.

After all, you and Rafe Cameron were enemies; couldn’t stand each other. You two had been at each other’s throats for years until all that fighting suddenly turned into you two fucking like cavemen on primal instinct only. It had been a hazy, mind-numbing blur on how it started, several months back. One thing led to another and then there you both were, having hatesex with each other and probably the best sex ever that would make way for more of these illicit encounters. Not that either of you would ever admit that. There was no way that you or him would admit the obvious attraction you had because why else would you two keep doing this? Why did everyone else fade in the background when you two saw each other? Why did Rafe love seeing you so worked up and why did you give him the attention?

There was never any kissing or gentleness—the sex mirrored the fights you two would have, it was always rough. However, he wasn’t having it today. While he was absolutely hellbent on frustrating you because he loved how angry you’d get, something else stirred in him right now.

Something different.

Was it the way you were staring right now? Still pissy with stubbornness yet that scarlet flush had painted on your face a little? That look in your eyes that didn’t go unnoticed by him. The way your pupils were dilating a bit, told him everything he needed to know. He did spit out the pet-name ‘babydoll’, intending it to piss you off more. Having your enemy call you something sweet with sarcasm but now, the energy was charged with something else.

Maybe it was also the way your dripping folds was leaking on his swollen tip that remained still and near, his cock throbbing more.

He licked his bottom lip then leaned over, close to your face; you blinked, panting harshly.

“You really hate me, princess?” His voice was husky-sounding, the desire in it obvious.

“Yes,” You forced out too quickly but your pupils dilated more and something in him snapped at that, he crashed his lips against yours while plunging his cock right back into your soaked velvet walls—the tight heat engulfing him and he groaned loudly against your lips.

Setting back his relentlessly fast pace as he pounded into you while your lips trembled against his—you hadn’t expected the kiss. Now it felt intimate; kissing your enemy while he fucked into you, every veiny line of his cock rubbing against your hot walls. His balls hitting against your skin, making obscene sounds of flesh smacking echo in the room.

“So much hate huh,” He practically growled against your lips then you two separated abruptly as your head went forward to lean on the table. You wanted his lips back on yours but that realization hit you like a ton of bricks and lucky for him, it also made your slick pussy clench around him with flutters. He practically rolled his eyes back at the feeling, getting more encouraged now to have his hips piston faster—his cock plunging in and out of your grasping cunt with increasing fervor.

“Fuuuuuck, hate me so much,” He grunted with a harder thrust, “So much that you keep gripping my cock like that.”

Your hands gripping the edge of the table tighter and tighter, the moans you wished to control because they started getting louder. It all just made him want you even more; made him enjoy of single second of this intense session. His grip on your hips became bruising and the table was creaking, moving up with every single pump of his long cock.

“That’s it. Keep telling yourself you hate me if it keeps your pussy feeling like a damn vice.”

When it hit a fever pitch of lust—he did something you always liked, choking. He would carefully wrap his hand around your neck, lifting you up so you were both in standing position while he continued his slamming, stroking your insides. Your back started to arch against his chest as he started putting light & firm pressure on your neck. Your eyes going to the ceiling but closing as your mouth hung open in ecstacy—the pleasure was overwhelming. This was the one time you couldn’t get sassy with him anymore plus he knew how much you liked it. He knew everything you liked, had your body and reactions memorized by now.

Your brain starts buzzing from the slight cut off of the air, making you want to come almost. He put some more pressure on your throat as you let out some choked out moans. He let his other hand find your clit, pressing hard and rubbing circular motions. And this position had allowed his dick to hit even more deeply, rubbing at your g-spot. Your body started shuddering against his.

“Like that, huh? How my hand is wrapped around you while my dick impales you?” He bit his lip after, trying to bite back a low guttural groan because of how good you felt too.

“You’re so filthy, letting me do this to you.”

When he got rougher (if possible), you almost thought you’d feel him in your throat too—but then he applied more pressure to your neck, your legs started shaking and you let out a strangled moan. It was amazing how you held back on finishing right then and thetr. He knew when to let up which was now, he slowly released—thumb barely stroking the skin. He never did that before but you were seeing stars for a moment to realize.

You planted back to the table on your front, breasts sliding against it as he let out a low, rough noise of pleasure.

Rafe felt his balls drawing up tight as his climax built up—usually, he never came inside but this time, it was all different. Suddenly, he found himself having this inexplicable urge to claim you in the fullest way possible. So you could be entirely his already.

He knew it was more than hate; he wasn’t dumb. He didn’t crave anyone as much as he craved you. There was no comparing the intensity and raw emotions you could make him feel. Not just during the sex but the fights and more.

His pace grew sloppy, messy but stayed at that hardcore speed—his cock was begging for release, starting to twitch, “not pulling out.”

He groaned again, holding onto you like you’d disappear.

That turned you on and it pissed you off, your stubborn ways setting in despite the fact that you wanted him to stay inside.

“Wha—you’re not coming inside!” You strained out, voice still a bit rough from the choking.

But then you felt it; a hotness start to flood your walls and it felt too damn amazing. You instantly let out a breathless, shattered gasp as your eyes fluttered. Among that gasp was a soft, four-lettered word too. Your mouth staying opening as you felt Rafe’s cum fill you up and so much of it. Ropes of it, painting those walls of yours. A very crimson & deep blush was forming on your face as you realized he’s coming so much… because of you.

You hated to admit it. That you enjoyed every moment of it. You also came as soon as you felt him emptying inside—your body had tensed and squirmed in orgasmic bliss.

“I just did, babe.” He panted as the last spurts pumped into you—he collapsed onto your back, not pulling out yet.

“F—fuck… y—” You barely breathed out before he cut you off; both of you were a mix of satisfied and exhausted. He felt so warm resting on top of you—his cheek managed to rest on yours as your heads were turned to the sides.

“Just did that too,” He let out a humorless chuckle but laced with pride. You hated cocky men but when it was him doing it? You almost felt your feminism want to leave your soul.

You couldn’t find the words but he felt it, how hot your cheek was against his. He also felt how you came when he did—he had even heard that exquisite, breathless gasp of a moan you let out. The way you just suddenly took it. His heart was pounding in his chest but he slowly lifted off of you then reached down, grabbing your chin, asking you to get up too and look at him.

When you did, he had a small smirk forming back, “Why do you look like that?”

He pulled out of you now, cum spilling out slowly—dribbling down your thighs as he suddenly looked there. Swallowing his own saliva because he swore, his cock was about to get hard again if he kept staring. He focused back to your face quickly. You had noticed this all but ignored it as it only made you feel weaker.

“Like what…?” You whispered, your heart pounding too and despite your attempt of a glare, you looked soft right now and as vibrant as a painting. He never saw you blush that much and look even more of a hot but beautiful mess.

“Like that was the best experience of your life—better than our other times and…” He leaned his face close to you and you found yourself holding your breath.

“Like it meant something to you.” His smirk stayed but his eyes were softening up. It was almost as if, he was asking if it did. Maybe he wanted to. So badly but he seemed to be leaving it up to you.

There was a fear. For both of you—this was uncharted territory. Having feelings for the enemy? Feelings for the man who drove you nuts but you do the same to him? Feelings that were probably there before you started being sexual with him?

“And I heard it. The way you let out my name when I came inside.”

Your heart was going into overtime in your chest—so you did what you do best; deny, deny, deny. Continue dancing around the flames of passion; driving each other too much up the wall.

It was something he would do as well though, try to act unbothered other times, like you weren’t the center of his focus always—how long can you two keep playing this game?

At least he loved your stubbornness. That fine line between hate and love ran deep for you both.

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rafesangelita · 12 hours ago

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♡ when rafe accidentally snaps on bambi!reader

warnings: a little bit of crying, hurt + comfort

a/n: thank you so much to the anon who sent in this link <3 this little drabble is inspired by it!! i might open up req’s soon because even though i have prompt ideas already, lately i’ve just felt uninspired to write them out..

“are you almost ready?!” rafe called out from the front door, his truck keys hanging from his fingers. you didn’t respond, instead you panicked once you realized you weren’t even close to finishing your makeup. “oh, god..” you whimpered, scrambling to your feet to try and put a quick outfit together while you patted in your blush.

at your lack of response, rafe cursed under his breath before slamming the door shut and making his way to your room. “are you fucking serious?” you jumped when you heard his voice, your head shooting in his direction as you stood there, dumbfounded. your hair rollers were still wrapped tightly in your hair, your robe hanging haphazardly off your shoulders. it was needless to say you looked far from being ready.

“son of a bitch—” rafe’s eyebrows knitted together as he pinched the bridge of his nose, a frustrated sigh falling from his lips. he was already irritated upon arriving to your place. rafe had spent all afternoon arguing with ward over some ‘cameron development’ stuff, he had deadlines he already accepted he wasn’t going to be able to meet, it was like a thousand degrees outside and to top it all off; he was hungry.

“we’re just getting something to eat, bambi. you could honestly just leave the house like this.” rafe grumbled, already moving to get ahold of your elbow and drag you out. “what?! no— ray, can you please just give me ten minutes? all i have to do is put on some clothes and finish my makeup real quick. i’ll even take my rollers out in the truck, okay?” rafe studied you for a moment, his nostrils flaring as he let out a deep breath.

“fine,” he nodded, “i’m gonna go turn the ac on in the truck, then. please try to make this fast.” you muttered an ‘okay..’ before spinning around and taking a seat at your vanity. you worked as quickly as you could, only getting as far as putting on some lip liner and lipgloss before you heard a honk outside. curling your lashes hastily, you wasted no time in slipping on a dress you hadn’t worn in a while.

grabbing your purse on the way out, you skipped down the stone walkway just in time for rafe to roll his window down. “do you have everything? your phone?” you paused. your phone was on your bed last time you saw it. “uhm, i’ll be right back..” you apologized when you saw the scowl on rafe’s face. your boyfriend shook his head when you tripped, nearly sending yourself on the ground as you rushed to go back inside. setting your purse down on the couch, you grabbed your phone and walked back out, your chest rising and falling as you tried to remain calm and collected.

“did you lock the door?” oh, you could just cry right now. “no..” you winced, walking up to the truck so rafe could give you his key. “my, god, what the hell is going on today? it’s like everyone is trying to piss me off.” you ignored his words, quicky making your way to the front door so you could lock it shut. it wasn’t until you were halfway down the driveway when you realized your purse wasn’t on your shoulder. “wait, i forgot one more thing—” that was it. you had definitely pushed rafe past his limits now.

rafe snapped, the vein in his forehead bulging out of his skin as he shouted. “holy shit, just get in the fucking truck!” he waved his hands in the air as if you couldn’t see him standing right in front of you, his volume alone making you jolt. you stared blankly at him, your chest caving in on itself as rafe blinked, both of you sharing a knowing look. rafe watched your face morph as your chin wobbled and your eyes welled up with tears.

“i’m sorry—” he exhaled, instantly wrapping his arms around you, “i’m so sorry, baby, i won’t do that again.” you sniffled, letting him embrace you. it took you having to cry to make rafe realize he’d been acting like an asshole since he got here. “you know that scares me!” you cried, the velcrow of your rollers tickling his neck. “i know, i know,” he cradled your head, pressing kisses along your cheek, “here, we’ll just order something instead, yeah? we don’t have to go anywhere.” he turned off the truck, guiding you inside by the small of your back.

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sarahsangelicdoll · 17 hours ago

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could you make one where Rafe and Reader have a son and he saw that Rafe accidentally hurt Reader and now he thinks he's hitting her and at dinner with Rafe's family he says something like "my dad hits my mom" with total childish innocence and everyone is in shock, especially Rafe who would never do that

༊·˚ Thinking about that time Stephan unknowingly tried saying that Rafe hits you…

a/n: sooo i got an ask about dad Rafe before and decided to use that to go with this ! Timelines diff, Stephans six and Toby is three ! The ‘family’ is Rose, Wheezie, Sarah and John B + their kid(JJ) since this takes place further in the future and yknow, Wards kind of dead. Not proofread.

Stephan was playing with Toby, helping him build blocks as he tried teaching Toby how to build a block castle. The window cracked open to let some fresh air into the living room.

You and Rafe were in the kitchen. Glass door closed but the two of you still in the eyes of your kids. The two of you fighting to get a container of all natural honey open.

That’s when it happened- When Rafe ‘hit you’. He was trying hard to get the container open, and you were perhaps sitting a bit too close. So when his hand slipped off the lid and the force of his arm threw his hand back and he accidentally backhanded you.

To little Stephan, all he saw was Rafe hitting you and you holding your cheek in shock. He failed to see where Rafe quickly cupped your cheek and you broke out laughing, due to Toby pulling his attention back to the blocks as he tried to reach high up.

Stephan didn’t think of it much after that, just felt bad for you. His little mind failing to understand just how serious it actually would have been if Rafe did slap you. He never mentioned it, or at least not to you guys. Instead he chose to mention it while you guys were at dinner with Rafes family.

The atmosphere was slightly awkward as you, Rafe, Sarah, John B, JJ(not the dead one), Toby, Stephan, Rose and Wheezie.

The awkwardness in the atmosphere being due to the fact this is Rose’s first time coming around both Sarah and Rafe in years. Wheezie was full grown now, practicing law school.

“C’mon, it’s pasta, your favourite!” You urged on to Toby who was refusing to eat any of his dinner. Backing away from the fork with food whenever it got too close.

Rose chuckled at the sight, eyes going to Wheezie as she spoke. “You used to do that.” She said, soft smile on her face.

“Don’t make me force you to eat it.” Rafe tsked though still had an underlying hint of playfulness in his tone as he poked Toby’s cheek. The infant letting out a huff and looking down as to get away from the constant onslaught that was, unfortunately, his parents.

Stephan’s attention snapped towards Rafe as he heard his father’s words. Brow’s furrowing in concern for his little brother before he spoke with defiance but childish innocence in his tone. “Don’t hit him like you hit Mommy!”

Silence fell over the table at Stephans words, You and Rafe making shock and slightly confused eye contact as everyone else froze their movements.

“Hit?” Sarah repeated, being the first to speak as her eyes darted towards Rafe. “What do you mean hit Steph?” She asked. Sarah knew Rafe and knew how much he’s changed after all these years, so she was praying for some sort of misunderstanding.

Rose on the other hand, rolled her eyes as if she knew it. “Not surprised.. poor girl.” She said in reference to you as she wiped her face with a cloth. You couldn’t stop yourself from giving her a look of disapproval as you shook your head, eye’s scrunching slightly. Communicating without words.

“He hit Mommy in the kitchen once.” Stephan said with total innocence, JJ gasping in the background. Stephan crossed his arms as his tone became filled with defiance again. “And i didn’t want him to hit Toby!”

Your expression of confusion was quickly replaced with one of realization at Stephans words. Smile making its way to your face as you chuckled into your hand despite trying your hardest not too.

Rafe however, didn’t find it funny and only shook his head slightly, going to speak before John B beat him to it.

“Are you sure it wasn’t an accident? Look, your mom’s laughing.” He said, nudging Stephan and pointing towards you.

Stephans brows furrowed as he looked over at your laughing form, eye’s going to Rafe who also looked quite amused. “Why are you laughing?” Stephan asked in confusion, resulting in more laughter from those around the table.

“He didn’t mean to hit me, baby.” You said through a chuckle, Scooting closer to him. “It was an accident.” You comforted while squeezing him into a hug. “Ohh i love you, at least you care.” You said while laughing. Rafe shaking his head but laughing nonetheless with everyone else at the table.

⟡ ݁₊ . written by sarahsangelicdoll, 2025 on tumblr! © do not repost on any third party website or repost as yours. Doing so will result in me blocking you and reporting.

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rafesproperty · 1 day ago

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texting bf!rafe (& bsf!barry) pt. 5

hellooo long time no see, i included bsf barry cuz i love him

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cherrygirlfriend · 17 hours ago

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bsf!rafe teaching ditzy!reader to golf

warnings: smut, golf (it's a warning), MDNI

i have not played golf since i was 14 and i sucked at it so don't blame me if i don't know how it works i only care about golf when it's abt golf daddy ... originally posted 10/15/2024

you'd never really been interested in any kind of sports; sure, when you were in high school you did cheer, but since then, most of the physical activity you did was running or pilates, and something you definitely had no interest in was golf, and that was something not even a cute golfing outfit had managed to change.

"i dunno 'bout this, rafey..." you said, playing with the hem of your pink golf skirt. "i'd just much rather watch you play."

"come on, sweets, you already agreed to it."

"rafe, why did you even bring her along?" topper sighed exasperatedly, and that earned a piercing look from rafe, as well as a pouty look from you, causing him to throw up his hands, going to position himself.

"come on, what happened to 'trying new things'? i mean, i agreed to do some girly shit you wanna do if you do this for me."

"but rafeee," you whined, pointed out your freshly done nails, "these nails aren't meant to go near balls, why do you think i don't give you handjobs?"

"jesus christ," rafe snorted, unable to resist laughing, although he knew by the look on your face that you were fully serious, before straightening his face. in all fairness, your nails were pretty long, "if something happens to your nails, i'll pay to have 'em done again. now get your pretty ass here. you're not getting out of this." he said, holding out his hand.

you hopped off the golf cart with a huff, your glossy lower lip pushed forward in a pout that made rafe want to kiss it off your face. reluctantly, you took his hand, and he pulled you closer to his body in a way that made your heart race.

"alright, take this." he said, picking up one of his clubs and handing it to you. rafe showed you how to hold it, standing right behind you, his front right up against your back, gently holding onto your hips.

"you know, if you wanted to feel me up, you could've just asked."

"i don't need an excuse to feel you up." rafe grinned, pressing a kiss on your bare shoulder, before fixing your hold on the club with his own hands. "alright, feet further apart." he mumbled, as he pushed your feet further apart before stepping back. looking over you with slightly narrowed eyes, his thumb slightly pulling at his lower lip in concentration.

"bend your knees." rafe said, and the commanding tone of his voice caused a shiver to go down your spine as you did what he told, all the while biting your bottom lip. "good girl..." he murmured, fully focusing on getting your form correctly, unaware of the effect he was having on you. "wait, hold on." he said, once again moving to stand behind you, both of his hands on your hips as he pulled them back slightly, your heart now fully pounding against your chest.

"perfect." he stood back again, "alright, when you swing, remember to twist your body as you do. you ready?"

you nodded, your face flushed as you swung, making sure to twist your body as you did so, and when the ball launched away, you turned to rafe with a cheerful expression, throwing your hands in the air. "i did it!"

"you did." he chuckled; to be honest, he had no idea where the hell the ball even landed; all he had been focused on was you.

"can you position me again?" you said, twirling your hair as you bit down on your lip.

after around an hour of golfing, you, rafe and his friends made your way to the country club, the boys talking about getting drinks, but the moment you got inside, you made an excuse to rafe's friends about how you needed his help with something, only to tug him into the women's bathroom, pushing him against the door, your lips on his in a second as if you'd drown if you didn't devour every part of him at that moment.

when he finally pulled away, leaving you feel even hungrier for him, rafe looked down at you in a slight daze, "what's this?" he grinned, his hands finding their way onto your hips, only for you to grab one of his hands, bringing it to the waistband of your skirt, rafe's eyes widening when he realized what you were after.

you looked into his eyes, your hand over his as you guided it down your skirt and down your panties, letting out a sigh when you felt his fingers on your folds, the small chuckle he let out making you bite down on your lip, "shit, you're soaked, huh?"

nodding, you looked up at him, your pupils blown wide as you waited for him to tell you what to do, the blonde chewing on his lower lip as he thought before clearing his throat. "'right, take your panties off and sit on the counter." he said, locking the door.

you slid your panties off, hopping to sit on the marble counter with your still on. "attagirl." rafe said, coming over to you. he took hold of your chin, making you look up at him, before kissing you so fleetingly it almost made your lips burn, "gonna be quiet f'me?"

"mmhm..." you hummed in what was almost a whine, only making him tsk.

"i don't believe you." he said, pressing a quick peck on your lips, "open your mouth." rafe commanded, and you did as he said, only to have your own panties stuffed in your mouth, tasting your own arousal on the fabric. "now you will."

he got on his knees, wrapping his arms around the backs of your thighs as he tugged you closer to him, your skirt allowing you to slide to the edge of the counter while you held onto a to a paper towel dispenser, rafe pulling up your skirt with a hungry look in his eyes.

"look so fucking good, baby..." he mumbled, starting to press kisses up your thigh, getting painfully close to your folds, making you to let out a whine from behind your panties, only for rafe to smack your inner thigh, "quiet. 'm trying to enjoy my meal here."

you threw your head back against the mirror when you finally felt rafe lick a stripe up your cunt, biting down on the lace of your panties, your hand gripping onto the paper towel dispenser even harder when you felt his tongue lapping at your entrance, his grip on your thighs tightening when you felt the hilt of his tongue against your walls, before pulling back.

"so good..." he muttered against your pussy, causing vibrations to go down through your body, rafe pulling one of his arms away from your thigh, letting it rest against the marble, while the other brought your other thigh to rest on his shoulder. he gathered some of your wetness into his fingers, the tips of his fingers teasing your entrance while his lips pressed kisses on your puffy clit, your whole body feeling like it was on fire.

when rafe finally pushed his fingers into you, your back arched all over again, finally feeling some proper release. his ring was cold against your pussy as he pumped his digits in and out of you, slowly building up his pace.

he started occasionally flicking your clit with his tongue, and every time rafe did so, he could see your eyes roll back into your head.

the pace of his fingers were relentless as you started clenching around them slightly, and he couldn't help but grin, knowing you were close, and that's when rafe attached his lips to your clit, starting to suck on it while his fingers thrust in and out of you, and you couldn't help the whines and moans you were letting out, luckily muffled by the lacy fabric.

"that's it..." rafe mumbled against your pussy, making your entire body vibrate, "come on my fingers, pretty girl..."

you couldn't help it, the band in your abdomen that had been building up since you stood on that golf course finally snapping when rafe attached his lips back to your puffy clit, your walls starting to spasm around his fingers in a way that made him groan as you felt yourself making a mess of what little counter was under you.

rafe started slowing down his fingers, letting you ride out your orgasm, pressing a small kiss on your clit before he pulled his lips away, looking up at you, and when you looked at him with half-lidded eyes, his lips were so gloriously puffy and covered in you.

finally, he pulled out his fingers and stood up straight, taking your panties out of your mouth and dropping them to your lap while your head felt so gloriously fuzzy and empty. rafe pressed his lips on yours, and you could taste your arousal on him as his tongue entered your mouth.

when rafe pulled away, he let out a chuckle, "mmm, look so pretty 'n dumb right now." he brought his fingers to your lips, "open up and clean up for me, pretty girl."

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