#sugar daddy ward cameron

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rafe this, rafe that. THE DILF IS RIGHT THERE??

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bambi eyes (1) r. cameron

[Warnings] soft!dark!rafe cameron x reader, daddy!rafe x little!reader older!rafe, crimeboss!rafe, rafe takes advantage of traumatized reader, DUBCON, dd/lg, sex trafficking, sexual slavery, sugar daddy rafe, stockholm syndrome, spoiling kink, unprotected sex, forced? age regression, little editing, 18+ READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

A/N: My first Rafe fic :)

word count: 4.4k

In which Rafe finds a "healthy" outlet for dealing with his daddy issues.

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Rafe finally felt he deserved to be back at Tannyhill. The house had remained empty over the last five years, Sarah wanted little to do with her real family anymore, Rafe made the tough decision to send Wheezie to a boarding school in Georgia and now she was starting college there. Rafe had cleaned up his act and gotten clean, mostly clean, and managed to save Cameron Development from complete ruin. 

As soon as the police were off his tail, and he’d brought back some legitimacy to the Cameron name, he could develop the true relationships he needed to become unstoppable. It started with Barry, then gangsters from the mainland, and then Rafe's gained connections with the cartels. He then rebuilt the empire the Camerons once had in the Bahamas and now he owned ten times the amount of properties they used to own there. 

He could achieve everything Ward never could have. He could be better a man than his father ever could. 

After half a year in Nassau, Rafe was finally back in Kildare, and he had plans to make Tannyhill the ultimate fortress. He had finally acquired the last missing piece of his American dream – you. He eyed you in his rearview mirror, passed out in the backseat of his truck, before parking in front of the huge, white house. 

There were already white moving trucks parked nearby, men in black clothing unloading new furniture he’d purchased and “merchandise” he’d acquired from the Caribbean Don he’d been working with. That Don is who he purchased you from, picking you out in a lineup of twenty girls. 

The Don clapped his hands together before he said, “Just tell me which ones you would like to have a closer look at. I’ll have them stand and turn for you. If you have something in mind — perhaps a certain skin tone, curviness, hair color, I can make a suggestion.”

Rafe responded that he didn’t have a preference and that he would know you were the one when he saw you. 

Looking through one-way glass, Rafe noticed aspects of each girl, including the tiredness behind their eyes and the elegance at which each of them moved their bodies. The Don had each girl stand and spin for him. There was not a single falter or misplaced step until Rafe saw you. When it was time for you to spin, you almost tripped over your own foot. You fixed yourself quickly and fixed your gaze forward however, Rafe noticed your eyes began to wander. It felt like you were looking right at him. Like you could see him. 

“One of my favorites,” He said in thick Creole, “She’s quite an angel if you’re looking for someone who’s a little tamer. Good hips, natural hair, the breasts and ass are real too. I’m sure you’ll notice. For you, since you’re a friend, fifteen thousand for the whole night.” 

The Don wanted Rafe to become a new investor in his trade and possibly bring girls to Kildare in order to expand his clientele. He wanted to impress Rafe, and let him have a night with one of his well-trained girls, although Rafe was looking to make a final purchase. 

He hadn’t had a real conversation with you yet, he was in such a hurry to get back to the States that he had to keep you drugged for the time being. It would be better this way, he convinced himself, since he would be able to have the house ready before you came to. He got out the truck before opening the back door. Although you stirred slightly in your sleep, Rafe knew he wouldn’t wake you as he pulled you across the seat and wrapped you in his arms. Bridal style, he carried you up the patio and through the front doors. 

An elaborate security system now kept track of everyone coming and going from the house. He had so much more than his father ever would have, but that also meant he had so much more to lose. He was a different man than the last time he was here. Much more mature. He used to throw meaningless parties so he could appear well-known, favorited by all, and hook up with girls who only cared about getting free drugs from him. This time things would be different. 

“Hey, hey, careful with that!” Rafe barked at one of the men carrying a white tea table that he’d spent thousands on.  He was attempting and failing to carry it and the two matching chairs that it came with. Rafe should’ve known what quality movers he was getting when he let Barry put his men on the job, “You think I’m paying you to break my shit?”

Rafe carried you up the winding stairs of his childhood home, imagining you feeling like this place was yours, just as much as he did. He thought he’d feel slightly more melancholy, looking at the familiar yellow walls, the elegant chandeliers, and period furnishings. Instead, he felt a weight lifted off of him. Your bedroom was one of the old guest rooms, only a few doors down from the master, and unlocked with his fingerprint. 

The large room was freshly painted white, a twin-sized canopy bed was placed on the farthest wall, and Rafe placed you on top of the cloud-like comforter. You were still wearing one of his button-ups and a pair of his briefs that fit you more like shorts, Rafe not having had the time to dress you in the way he actually wanted to.

“Put it over in that corner, carefully,” He spoke to the mover carrying the table, although his eyes were focused on you. 

“Mr. Cameron-”

“You’re dismissed. Tell Barry I’m expecting him tonight at nine.” 

As the man turned to leave, Rafe quickly followed to shut the door behind him. He took another glance around the room, deciding that the table set was the perfect edition. He could bring you your breakfast there in the morning and, who knows, maybe you’d come to like the expensive tea set he also bought you. 

Rafe spent a good amount of time just watching you sleep and obsessively thinking about what might he say to you when you awoke. His anxious thoughts didn’t go away when he stopped doing drugs, they worsened in fact, but you were his new medium to focus on. You were healthy for him. 

He spent all the time he had between his meeting with Barry, caring for you, “Daddy’s going to take care of you,” He brought you to the bathtub and gently scrubbed you clean, shaving all the areas he preferred to be hairless, even taking the time to braid your hair so that it was out of your face. He quite liked you like this, like his very own doll, someone he could mold into a perfect Kook princess. Women in the real world often perplexed him, especially women like Sarah, who took the luxuries they were provided for granted. 

You’d appreciate everything that Rafe could offer you, he knew that, and you’d be obedient as well. He brought you back to the main room once you were dried, and clean and your skin was moisturized and scented with vanilla. He laid you on the soft carpet in front of your bed and dressed you in a white nightgown and then took his time rolling white knee socks up your leg. 

He could take his time, pacing himself, as he ran his fingers over every inch of you. He’d been rock hard ever since he undressed you originally, and he debated whether to take a quick sample of you. 

You have plenty of time, Rafe, he reminded himself. 

His phone vibrated a short while later after he tucked you back into bed, and he clicked the notification. Video of the driveway appeared on the screen, and Rafe saw Barry climbing from his car, “Daddy will be back very soon,” He spoke although you couldn’t hear, placed a kiss on your forehead although you couldn’t feel it, and shut the door quietly although you wouldn’t wake. 

As soon as Rafe opened the front door, Barry was already shouting, “Country Club! How you been, man?” Rafe’s hand was already out to shake his. Truthfully, and sadly, Rafe would consider Barry his oldest friend. “You happy about all the money I’ve been making you?”

“Thrilled,” Rafe spoke sarcastically, leading Barry to his father’s old office. He thought back to the days when he had to creep through this room and steal because Ward didn’t trust him. Now, it was all his, “Speaking of …”

Swiftly, Barry pulled a roll of hundred-dollar bills from his pocket and dropped it in Rafe’s hand. Leaning against the oak desk, Rafe began to count, “That’s what I got for the boats. Those cars are going to take a little bit longer to sell.”

“And why’s that?”  

“Those cars are classics, man, so I have a little bit of a bidding war going on,” Barry explained.

“I said I wanted them moved quickly,” Rafe sighed. He needed to get rid of as many of his father’s old things as possible if he wanted this place to be really his. 

“I’ll get you everything by the end of the week,” Rafe nodded, continuing to flip through the bills,  although normally this would be about the time he’d throw a tantrum, “So … heard you got yourself a beautiful girl-”

“Your guys run their mouths.”

“But it’s true?” Barry flashed his gold tooth, “You whipped, Country Club?”

Rafe opened the safe behind the tall bookcases, punched in the code, and safely tucked away the twenty-thousand dollars. 

“Don’t worry about it, I wouldn’t let you anywhere near her anyways.”

Barry scoffs, “That breaks my heart, Rafe. I’m tired of these Pogue girls and the mainland chicks are even worse. In the old days, we used to share. You won’t help a brother out?”

Rafe smirked, “Like you said, that was the old days.” 

You felt weighed down by whatever you were lying underneath, your eyelids were so heavy it took you a full minute to blink them open. You moved each limb slowly, trying to get blood flowing through them again. You saw sunlight reflecting off porcelain walls and felt creamy soft blankets enveloping you. You should feel comforted. 

Pushing away the blankets holding you down, you pulled yourself up, strong enough to get onto your hands and knees. You stepped off the platform, off the bed, touching your toes against soft carpet but quickly your legs gave out. You whined as your knees hit the ground, surely bruising your skin, and let yourself fall back on your bottom. 

Something fell down with you and turning your head slightly you found a teddy bear. You grabbed it by its arm, examining its chestnut fur and the pink bow tied around its neck. What? That was the question forming in your mind. You looked back at the bed you’d fallen out of and your eyes darted around the room. Three doors, a wall with big windows and long curtains, a table with chairs, a toy chest, a tall armoire, and a bookcase. This room did not belong to you, even in your wildest dreams, you’d never been somewhere so nice. 

You noticed details in the wallpaper; small pink flowers decorated each wall, and white trim lined all the edges. All the furniture was white as well with elegant designs, and your original thought was that you must be in a castle. 

You attempted to stand again and managed to get straight up on your wobbling legs until there was a small click, and the door began to open. You quickly stumbled back before you were sitting back on top of the mattress. 

“You’ll go with Mr. Cameron now. To America,” Master said, “And you’ll remember your manners, won’t ya? Don’t want to end up like your friend.”

Mr. Cameron stood in front of you now. You remembered him being tall, but you didn’t remember feeling so small in front of him. With hands holding a tray in front of him, his mouth parted as his blue eyes raked over your figure. 

You gripped the comforter tightly as he stepped closer, “You’ll have to take it easy,” He said first, walking over to that small table and placing the tray down, “Let me help you.”

When he came towards you, he held out both of his hands. You felt like you usually did, terrified, but there was always a voice in the back of your head telling you to obey. There would be worse pain than a bruised knee if you didn’t do as Mr. Cameron said. You grabbed ahold of his hands, allowing him to help you up before his hands moved to your hips as he steadied you. 

“How do you feel?” He asked, a genuineness in his tone that you weren’t expecting. 

Your lips parted and you realized you hadn’t spoken in so long. You also hadn’t had anyone ask you that question in a long, long time, “I’m … okay,” You spoke quietly as he searched your face. He was staring so intently that you grew insecure, turning your eyes away. 

“I brought breakfast,” He began to guide you over to the table. You took slow steps, one in front of the other, holding onto him tightly when you felt you might fall. He set you gently down in the chair before taking the seat opposite you. You could see out the windows from this seat, your eyes finding a long dock and the ocean. When he cleared his throat, your eyes snapped back to his, “I’m not much of a cook but there’s a lady who works for me …she makes great pancakes, french toast, anything you could want really.”

You stared down at scrambled eggs, sausage, toast, and a pancake with a chocolate chip smiley face and a whipped cream nose. He started to pour you a glass of water, pushing it towards you, “Drink something,” He said, “You’ve been sleeping for a long time.”

You were really thirsty, you realized, and you took the glass he poured for you. When he didn’t pour himself one, a question rose in your mind, “Will this … make me sleep again?”

He immediately shook his head, “No, no. Drink, please.”

You were thankful, welcoming the nourishment. As you devoured the glass of water, he began to cut up the pancake into small pieces. You watched his concentrated face as he meticulously poured the syrup. Your mind didn’t stay on his interesting behavior because you were focused on eating next. 

“My name is Rafe,” He said, “But you’ll call me Daddy.”

You paused, your mouth full of pancakes, “Okay? Nod yes if you understand,” He added. 

You nodded your head, starting to chew again, and a smile seemed to pull at his lips. That’s what he must like all his girls to call him. “Good, that’s rule number one …This is your room, from now on. I’ll show you around the house after you settle in more. For now, you need permission to leave this room. Yeah?”

Again, you nodded, before swallowing your food. Rafe reached across the table with a napkin, wiping syrup from your chin, “I’m sorry,” You said, feeling embarrassed. 

“No need to apologize,” He assured you, “From now on, I’m going to take care of you.”

Take care of you. You weren’t positive about what he meant. 

Your hands moved to your lap, “Can I ask … how many girls you take care of?” 

His head tilted, and he seemed amused, “Just you, sweet girl.”

“This whole room is just for me?”

“Yes, and this whole house will be just for us,” He answers, “Here, that reminds me. I was going to wait until dinner but . . . I can’t wait.”

You watched as he reached into the pocket of his khaki pants, pulling out a silver necklace with a beautiful, pearl pendant. Still, you found yourself struggling to wrap your head around what was going on. Rafe stood, coming closer in order to put the necklace around your neck. You heard a small click before Rafe pulled his fingers away. Your fingers reach up to feel the pearl, “You’ll always keep this on. Okay?”

You nodded. 

“Tell me.”

“I’ll always keep it on … Daddy,” You remembered to add. Something lit up in his eyes, and he took your chin in his hand and tilted it up further. 

“Smart girl, Bambi,” He stated, “That’s what I’ll call you.”

You nodded, although you weren’t sure why he picked it for you. It was better than “whore” or “slut” which seemed to be Master’s favorites. Bambi sounded … cute, which certainly wasn’t a way you would describe yourself, “Daddy … why …all of this, uhm, for me?”

“You’ll have everything I want you to have. And Daddy wants the best for you, understand?”

“Y-Yes, uhm … thank you.”

“C’mere, let me give you a tour of the room” He gripped underneath your arms, helping you stand. The human closeness, his warmness, wasn’t something you were expecting. You couldn’t fully let your guard down though, you were still waiting for the other shoe to drop. 

“It’s good to have, uh, a routine,” Rafe explained, before showing you every item in the room. He clearly had been involved in picking everything out which you didn’t expect,  “You’ll wake up by eight, make your bed every morning. . . your dirty laundry will go here and all your clothes are in here, if I have something specific picked out for you to wear, I’ll hang it here, you won’t wear any panties when you’re dressing for bed …and here’s the bathroom,” When you saw yourself in the mirror for the first time, your eyes widened in disbelief. Your hair was neatly braided, white bows wrapped at the end of each braid, and the nightgown made you look like . . . a doll. In the mirror, you could see Rafe lean his mouth down to your ear, “Do you like what you see?”

“I look …I think I look pretty, Daddy.”

“You do, sweet girl; that’s why I chose you.”

This was right. Rafe couldn’t have made a better decision choosing you. He had more rules to introduce you to but didn’t want to overwhelm you. He left you to brush your teeth while he took your tray of food back to the kitchen. When he returned, he found you peeking inside the toy chest, letting the top shut a little too loudly after he seemed to frighten you, ‘It’s okay, all these things are for you. I wasn’t exactly sure what you might like.”

He kneeled down with you as you took a look inside. There were quite a lot of stuffed animals, some puzzles, coloring sets, and some dolls. “My, uh, my sister Sarah, she used to love American Girl dolls. Have you ever heard of those?” You shook your head, picking up one that was dressed like an 80’s aerobic instructor, “They have all types of dolls. I should order you one that looks more like you.”

Rafe noticed you perk up at that. “One that looks like me?” 

Your reaction made him chuckle, “Yeah, why not? If you want anything at all, you can just ask me,” Rafe could tell you didn’t believe him, although you still nodded in agreement, “I know you can’t be entertained forever by these things, but it’s better for your brain than watching TV all day. And we can watch movies together.”

“That would be nice-” Rafe leaned in to kiss you, his intrusive thought winning after staring at your lips. Rafe was surprised by how gentle it was and how gentle he still wanted to be with you. You were reacting so well to everything, he didn’t want to take the chance of ruining this. When he pulled away, you immediately started to lift your nightgown, attempting to expose yourself to him.

“You don’t have to do that,” Rafe gently grabbed your hand, pulling it away from your dress. 

“I thought you wanted me …”

“ I do, I definitely do,” Rafe laughed awkwardly, “Let’s wait a little while longer. I want to undress you myself.”

You nodded eagerly, “But I … I could use my mouth?”

Rafe couldn’t believe someone could sound so innocent even while they were offering to give a blowjob, “Not before I taste you first, sweet girl.” Sexually, Rafe liked to be in complete control. He’d decide when they were ready, what positions, and who tasted who. His mind was starting to wander a little too far. He needed to remain composed for the time being, “For now, I want you to play. I need to work for a few hours, but I will bring you lunch, and we’ll eat together, okay?”

“Okay…thank you, Daddy,” You agreed, and Rafe happily placed a kiss on your forehead. 

“You’re welcome, Bambi.”

Rafe tried to concentrate on work, he had a million things to arrange now that he was back in Figure 8, but his eyes would wander to the live footage on his computer screen from Bambi’s bedroom. She spent a while going through the toys he bought for her, and then she neatly made up the bed, before deciding on the American Girl dolls. Next thing Rafe knew, he was in virtual meeting with his Cameron Development team but was actively scrolling through the American Girl doll website in another tab. 

Like he promised, Rafe took a break in the middle of the day to each lunch with you. Lana, Tannyhill’s newest household manager, prepared grilled sandwiches. Rafe joined you by the window seat where you had made yourself comfortable with two of the dolls and your teddy bear. You asked about Figure 8, of course, and Rafe gladly gave you the basics. 

That night, after dinner was enjoyed, Rafe laid beside you in bed. You chose a book to read together, a chapter book called Bridge to Terebithia, “I have to admit, I’m not much of a reader. But this should be easy enough, right?”

“When you were little, did you always have …this?” You asked, a few pages of reading later, “Books and clothes and seats by the window.”

“I guess I did, yeah,” Rafe answered, “It was not all rainbows and sunshine, though.”

“Your father, was he like Master?”

“Yeah, basically. He was not a good man,” Rafe closed the book, turning his eyes to you “And he’s not your Master anymore, okay? It’s me and you now. Just me and you.”

You tilted your head, nuzzling more into the pillow, “If I’m bad, you won’t send me back?”

“No, not ever,” Rafe said steadfastly. 

“You’ll punish me?”

Your words made him pause, and he could sense your worry, “I’m not going to hurt you, not in any real way,” Rafe’s hands found your waist, he gripped the bare skin beneath your nightgown, before his fingers roamed over your bottom, “You know how to be a good girl, right?”

You nodded, staring back, “Then you have nothing to worry about,” Rafe kissed you again, this time deeply and with the purpose of fully tasting you. He squeezed your bottom tight, pulling your front further against him so he could buck his hips against you. The book fell unread and to the wayside as Rafe roamed his hands over you. 

He should wait, he told himself. It was only your first day here, but you were all that he had been waiting for. The idea that he could have you anytime, anywhere, and anyway he wanted you excited him more. A moan escaped you, and Rafe knew you were overwhelmed with the sensations, but he liked the idea of you feeling too much. He wanted fear in your eyes, fear that you wouldn’t be able to take him, and then he wanted you to fully surrender to him. 

Rafe buried his face in your neck, kissing and sucking until you cried out. Rafe knew you were a good girl because you had obediently gotten into bed for the night without your panties. He wrapped a strong arm around your back, easily flipping you onto your back. Rafe pulled away, breathing heavily, as he looked down at you. 

“You okay, sweet girl?” Rafe asked, noticing your eyes were still closed. As you nodded, Rafe said, “Open your eyes for me.”

Rafe parted your legs further, reaching down to feel between your lips. Gently, he stroked up and down, feeling wetness at your entrance, “Tell Daddy how you like it.”

“I . . .” As he dipped a finger inside, your eyes shut again, squeezing tightly. This was a look of pleasure, Rafe noted, “Daddy-ah!”

“I think you want it gentle, hmm,” His index finger moved in and out slowly as his thumb caressed your clit, “I can be gentle, don’t worry.”

Rafe moved painfully slow, watching how every movement of his would change your facial expression. Once you were squeezing around his fingers and soaking the sheets, Rafe pulled down his sweatpants. He pressed his length against your entrance, watching your face as he pushed inside. You took a breath of air, your mouth forming an “o” shape as he slowly eased his way in and out. 

He pressed his body closer to you, your arms instinctively wrapping around his back, and he tucked his head beside yours, his breath caressing your ear. He was gentle like he said, but he had to test your limits and see how deep he could go. Your whimpers told him what he needed to know and he felt your nails begin to dig into his back.

“Daddy, d-daddy, daddy,” You moaned his name, sounding a bit delirious as you repeated it over and over. 

Rafe rocked harder against you, “Tell me. Say thank you for saving me Daddy.” 

“Thank you–” Your voice came out barely above a whisper but Rafe could hear your small voice in his ear, “Thank you for saving me, Daddy.” Your hips writhing beneath him, needing more of him, was the final thing that sent Rafe flying towards the edge of the cliff. 

He wanted to focus, to make himself last longer, but he needed you in that moment. His thrusts became shorter, and he sank deeper inside of you as he reached his peak, “Jesus,” Rafe gasped as you squeezed him tightly, your warmness pulsed around him, “Fuck.” 

He resisted his desire to stay inside of you forever, pulling out and slumping beside you. Rafe’s eyes were wide, and he found himself staring at the ceiling for a moment to process what happened. 

“Was that . . . good?” Your voice brought him back down to reality.

“Perfect, sweet girl,” Rafe took you in his arms, and you cuddled into his chest. Again, he whispered, “Jesus.”

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Part 2

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Peach Part 1 of 2 (Rafe Cameron Two Shot) +18

+ 18 Minor DNI

CollegeStudent!Rafe x Ward’sSugarBaby!Reader

⭐️ republished ⭐️

+18 Minor DNI

📖 Rafe has a thing for his dad’s sugar baby (reader)

🪄 Warnings: somnophilia (lol), secluded yet public oral, cheating, swearing, degradation, name-calling, pet names, oral (fem. receiving), oral (male receiving), ownership kink, reader’s a sugar baby, rough sex, nipple play, choking, creampie, & cum play, no use of y/n but everyone refers to her as the pet name Peach, softish rafe but he’s kinda mean here and ther

✨ Fuck, she’s arm candy – the perfect little accessory for my old man. And he’s lovin’ every second of the attention he’s pullin’ from every ancient perv here. This has got to be some mind-numbing shit for her. She gives one of the old men a fake giggle, resting her small manicured hand on my dad’s breast pocket, her head softening on his shoulder. With that I feel a little spark in me… something I haven’t felt in a while. Jealousy? Maybe. Not for long at least. I pull my phone out of my pocket, sending an invitation. ✨

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Reader’s POV:

“I mean it is a little much for Midsommers, Peach, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Ward gives you a cheeky smile as he unwinds a little more on the dressing room couch, eyes combing over your curves from the reflection of the mirror. “I love dressing you up, princess. Love showing off my little doll around the fellas. Can you blame me? You’re flawless.” He winks and smiles as he lifts his champagne flute to his lips, taking a sip.

“Thank you. I love it,” you praise, running your hands down the delicate black satin, purposely running over the fullness of your breasts, guiding his focus off your eyes. “I think this will go really well with those black Jimmy Choo pumps you bought me.”

Ward smiles and shakes his head ‘no’ as he crosses his strong arms over his chest. “Do you think I’m going let you re-wear a pair of date night heels, baby? We need to buy you somethin’ new. You deserve it. Very sweet for you to be mindful of Daddy’s pocket,” he lauds as he taps the wallet tucked into the pocket of his designer blazer. “That’s just one of the many, many reasons you have my heart, sugar,” Ward mumbles as he rises to his feet, eyes trained on your body. “That, and the fact that I just can’t believe you’re mine,” he mumbles before his lips meet your neck, kissing gently as he works his way to your ear. “I love takin’ care of you.” You tip your head slightly, resting your cheek against his, the two of you matching each other’s gaze in the mirror.

“We look good together, Cameron,” you coo. He wraps his arms around you, kissing your bare shoulder before resting his chin on top.

“I’m the luckiest man in the world, Peach. This looks so pretty on you. You’re stunning. You probably need something just as pretty underneath. Don’t you agree?”

You nuzzle into his cheek, making him chuckle warmly. “You spoil me, daddy… Of course, I agree. Something pretty you can take off me later,” you flirt, just stoking the fire.

“Baby girl…” He gushes, the apples of his cheeks reddening.

“Sorry… I can’t help it.”

“No, baby. I love it. Oh, I booked a hair and nail appointment for you, so I won’t see you until you arrive. I have to be at the Island Club a little early. You can just catch a ride with Rafe. I’ll meet you at the car and we can walk in together. Alright?”

You fix your face, trying your best to seem unfazed by even the mere mention of his son’s name.

Rafe Cameron…

Truthfully, I was about to make my move during parents’ weekend. Then, I laid eyes on Ward. Rafe’s old man… handsome, sweet, thoughtful. It was too hard to pass up the chance to be taken care of. And, taken care of I was. Student loan debt canceled, school-year paid in cash, trips, lavish dinners, anything and everything his little Peach wants she gets. But even with all of that, I can’t help but be drawn to Rafe. I still get butterflies when he passes me on his way to class or when he looks my way in the library.

Even after I got with Ward I’d still try to finagle my way into staying on campus for the weekend so I could hit up a house party or bump into him at the bar. Ward made sure that didn’t happen, pleading with me to spend most of my free time at Tanneyhill. Ward is so sweet when he begs. And, how can I possibly deny the man cutting the checks?

“Peach? Is that okay? He seemed pretty happy about getting to know you a little better,” Ward smiles as he fixes the strap of your gown.

“No, Daddy. It’s perfect.”

You look down at the vanity, watching your phone buzz. Your heart skips a beat as you see his name written across it, causing the usual butterflies to swirl. How would this play out? What would Rafe say?

To the rest of the family I was just some girl; maybe someone Ward picked up at the country club or some overpriced boutique downtown. Sarah and Wheezie were too unbothered to care. How would Rafe take this? Would he even recognize me?

The buzzing stops, pulling you out of your daze as you watch the incoming call shift to missed. Shit. Headlights beam outside as Rafe’s large truck rolls up the drive just as your phone dings. Voicemail – Rafe Cameron You lift the phone to your ear, hearing that familiar voice.

“Uhh… Peach? It’s Ward’s son, Rafe. I’m out front if you’re ready to head out. Don’t know if you need a few more minutes or whatever. Just let me know.” BEEP. The message ends, the eldest Cameron’s tone short and uninterested. Maybe he knows who I am and truly doesn’t care.

You look down at your body, wrapped in a pretty pink robe; dress still hanging up in the corner of Ward’s room. It had been a long day of shopping and pampering, leaving you late. The muffled sound of Rafe’s truck door kickstarts your heart. You unfasten the bow around your waist, letting the material fall off your body and onto a puddle on the floor as you hustle toward your gown.

You step into the number, stumbling slightly; looping the delicate straps over your shoulders before smoothing out the front.

KNOCK. KNOCK.

“Umm… One second, Rafe,” you call.

“Of course.” You hear his deep voice in person, making you suck in a nervous breath. Reaching behind your back you struggle for the zipper, craning your wrist to get it to close. “Uhh… You need some help in there?” Rafe asks, making your eyes widen as you stand in front of the mirror again, looking back at yourself dumbly.

Of course, I want his help. I’m sure if I struggle a little more I could get it to word. But do I want to?

“Rafe,” you call out his name, voice broken with nervousness. “I could use your help.”

Rafe’s POV:

What the actual fuck. I stand behind her, eyes falling down the length of her bare back to her open zipper. Nothing but soft skin and satin; the small zipper resting just below her g-string. I’ve gotta move slowly. No way I could step out from behind her like this. My hard-on pushes against my dress pants, straining the zipper. I let my fingers trail her skin ever so slightly, tugging the material together reluctantly before pulling it closed.

I had no idea it was going to be her when she accepted my offer… Lucky me.

“How are you, sweetheart,” I mumble from behind her, catching her gaze in the mirror.

“Umm… I’m good. How are you?” She asks sweetly.

“Great. I’m fine,” I hum, not moving from my place behind her, ambling a little closer. I can’t fucking help myself. Her lashes flutter at the closeness between the two of us. “Just came from campus.”

“Yeah? Umm… We go to the same school,” she starts, like I wasn’t painfully aware.

“Yeah. Yeah, we do. I know exactly who you are. And you and my dad are-”

“Dating?” She answers, her calm demeanor veiling her shame, just a sliver of it still peeking through. “No. We’re friends? Companions… I-”

I let out a raspy chuckle, saving her the strain as she flounder in front of me, panic painting her beautiful face. “Nah, Peach. I understand,” I smirk. She lifts her eyebrow, letting out an airy laugh herself. “He’s battin’ way out of his league with you. I must say.”

I lean in a little closer, letting the warmth of my voice fan across the column of her neck, making her head fall back slightly as she tilts closer. My large hands rest on her hips, all my primal urges pushing me to bend her over, hands on the glass, dress around her hips, my fat cock fucking in and out as I watch her go absolutely dumb on my dick. But I resist.

Why the fuck are you with Ward? You’re too beautiful… You’re only wasting your time with my old man. What is he givin’ you that I can’t? Money? Is that what you’re after, babydoll?

Good thing I have that too.

“Nice to see you, man,” Kelce smiles as he pulls me in for a half-hug, cutting off my view of her. I pull him to the side, giving me the perfect sightline.

Fuck, she’s arm candy – the perfect little accessory for my old man. And he’s lovin’ every second of the attention he’s pullin’ from every ancient perv here. This has got to be some mind-numbing shit for her. She gives one of the old men a fake giggle, resting her small manicured hand on my dad’s breast pocket, her head softening on his shoulder. With that I feel a little spark in me… something I haven’t felt in a while. Jealousy? Maybe. Not for long at least. I pull my phone out of my pocket, sending an invitation.

She looks down, eyeing her clutch as she feels the rumble of her phone. Her eyes lift, catching mine like she knows exactly what’s to come, without seeing the message at all. I give her a knowing nod as I stroll away.

In a room full of people she knows just where I am. She’s got her eye on me. Atta girl.

Reader’s POV

Well… if there was any question if that text was from Rafe or not that nod answered my question. My excitement leaves a steady pulse between my thighs as I try my best to act normally. He’s trying to get me alone.

“I’m going to run to the restroom,” you whisper in Ward’s ear, kissing him gently on the cheek before wiping some sparkly gloss off his stubble. He gives you a little pat on your bum and a wink.

“Gonna finish up this conversation, Peach, and I’ll find you. M’Kay?” He hums. “15 minutes tops.”

“Of course,” you smile, nodding quickly before excusing yourself, nabbing out your phone as you step toward where Rafe was headed, rushing to read what he had to say.

Holy shit.

Your phone glows as you reread the text messages sent by Rafe wandering down the hallway as you take in each word, considering your options. Am I doing this? Should I turn him down? Let him know he read this all wrong? That he’s overstepping-

“There she is,” you hear his low voice from behind you. His large hand wraps around your arm, tugging you back fast, pulling you into the dark room before slamming the lock shut.

“Rafe?” You gasp just as his lips collide with yours, the two of you running high on adrenaline; teeth clashing, tongues rolling. Your long nails scratch through the hair at the nape of his neck, making him moan into your kiss as he backs you against the wooden door.

“Didn’t even take any convincing to get you back here, baby girl. What do you have to say for yourself?” He mumbles against your lips as he paws for the bottom of your dress, bunching it up higher and higher.

“Rafe. I-”

“Doesn’t fuckin’ matter, princess. You want me. I need you. Bet you’re so fuckin’ wet for me. You gonna let me check?” He rasps, catching your moans between his lips.

“Y-Yeah.”

“Tell me, baby. Tell me what you want,” he taunts as his lips brush yours, his rough fingers grazing the soaked spot on your panties.

“I want you, Rafe. I want your… Fuck. I want your fingers,” you whimper, starting small, knowing full-well he’ll talk you into more; just making yourself feel less guilty about the whole ordeal by asking for the bare minimum like that even matters.

“Just my fingers. Huh?” He teases. Not buying the angelic ruse for a moment. “You don’t want my lips, doll? You don’t need my cock?”

“Shit,” you whine as your legs draw together; his filthy words fillling you ear, drunk off the taste of his lips, just thinking about more. Rafe grips your thighs, opening you up further before pressing his fingers against your sex. Your head falls back, knocking softly against the door as a drawn-out moan tumbles from your lips.

“Did that get you a little excited?” He chuckles, darkly against your neck, licking and nipping at that special spot that has you whimpering like a pathetic slut.

“Yeah.”

“Yeah, what?”

“I got excited, Rafe… I haven’t stopped thinking about you,” you whisper.

“Mhmm… Haven’t stopped thinking about me and my fingers?” He bullies as he lifts you into his arms. You wrap yours around his neck, lessening the space between you further, your wetness surely transferring onto his white button-down as your legs wrap around his trim waist.

“Yeah,” you stammer, making Rafe suck his teeth and smile against your mouth.

“Stop trying to be a good girl, princess. I know what you are,” he growls. Your heart falls, breaking slightly as he hits you with the truth; Rafe opening his mouth before you can even defend yourself. “You want money… I want you. I can take care of you in more ways than one. I promise that. Got more money than him. I’m a better fuck. Let me prove it to you, angel. I know you’re a slut for cash alright. So am I. The game sees the game alright? But, you probably need proof… Let me fuck this pretty pussy, ma. Show you how much better off you’ll be with me. I wanna be your daddy. Aight? Not him. Not Ward. Rafe.”

You draw a deep breath, head spinning as he lays you back on the locker room couch. You claw for him, desperate for Rafe’s lips on you again. Rafe rips away your little lace panties, spreading your thighs before eyeing your glistening slit with a hungry groan. “Tell me what you want. You can speak. Can’t you?” He snaps impatiently as you fumble over your words. “Words.”

“You-”

“Fuck it. I can’t wait – need your pussy.”

“S-Shit,” you whine. “Just – Just your fingers Rafe…” He brushes your dripping folds with his thick digits, gathering your essence before stuffing them in his mouth, sucking them clean as his eyes roll back. “Let me eat you, baby. C’mon,” he pleads. You watch him wet his bottom lip, savoring the taste of whatever’s left of you.

“Damnit, Rafe. Your lips too… Fuck. Hurry. Your dad’s meeting me soon.”

“Little now. Little later,” he huffs as his strong arms loop around your thighs, pulling you closer than before, lowering you onto the cushion. Rafe’s gaze stays on yours as his lips latch on your clit, sucking and brushing his tongue from side to side.

He moans against your cunt as his fingers toy with your entrance, teasing you with the chilled ridges of his gold ring. Your thighs tremble, tightening around him. “Enough of that,” he slurs, spreading your legs wider, sucking and finger-fucking you with a little more muscle. “Can’t wait for you to suck my cock. Can’t wait to get you off,“ he mumbles against your heat. You look toward the door, watching a shadow pass underneath. The music blares from behind it. Is it loud enough? You sink your teeth into your bottom lip, holding back your cries of pleasure.

“You taste like heaven, honey,” he pants, bumping his nose against your clit as his tongue dips into your hole. Rafe grabs your legs, slinging them over his broad shoulders, getting even closer. He laps at your pussy, devouring you. Rafe breathes deeply, taking in your scent, eyes shutting softly, the vibration of a moan felt against your cunt. He takes your clit in his mouth sucking hard, making you cry out, spiked heels digging into his strong back as you buck your hips.

“Fuck, Rafe. M’right there,” you blubber. You reach for your dress straps, tugging down the top, letting your tits bounce free. Your hands instantly draw up to your chest, clutching and pushing them together. Rafe bites down on your swollen clit, making you toss your head back. Strangled cries spills from your lips. Your hands drop down, weaving into his blonde fringe giving it a rough tug as you grind your pussy on his face, feeling yourself wavering on the edge of bliss.

“Peach?” You hear Ward call from outside the door, making your eyes double in horror. Rafe doesn’t stop, increasing his pace even. His eyes flick to yours, solidifying the evident. He wants Ward to hear. Your hand clamps over your mouth, muffling your cries. Rafe reaches up, snatching your wrist as your body betrays you, eyes screwing shut at you cum on Rafe’s tongue, white-hot pleasure coursing through your veins.

Rafe works you through your orgasm, waiting until you’re fully relaxed to release you with a panting breath. His mouth greets yours in a passionate kiss, cupping your breasts in his large hands. He pinches and rolls your nipples between his rough fingers before sucking down; trailing sweet kisses causing you to mewl.

“You’re mine,” Rafe whispers, nestling himself into your neck.

“Not… Fuck. Rafe, I’m not.”

“You are. Stop lyin’, princess. You know you are,” he subsists as he matches your eyes. “Lie to me and tell me that wasn’t the best you’ve ever had. I didn’t even use my dick, baby. Imagine what I could do. Huh? I know my old man isn’t doin’ any of this shit better than me.” You fight for air, looking away for a moment before he grabs your chin, demanding your focus. “Fuckin’ talk to me. Use those pretty little words that you’re holdin’ back. Enough with the games. It was painfully easy to get you in here. I know what you want-”

“Rafe… I don’t know-” Your phone vibrates, stealing your attention as well as Rafe’s as you watch back-to-back text messages come in from Ward.

Part 2

[barbiiecams]

Hiii angel 💓💓 you have to do more of sugar daddy rafe plss 🙏 how they meet?

nsfw

i feel like you were already a kook. a rich, spoiled one at that. then because of your behaviors towards other people (both pogues and kooks you didn’t like) your parents had really had enough. like to the point where they cut down your allowance, yet that still didn’t seem to work on you.

one day your father told you “you need to get a job. no more funds from us.” which completely broke you down. you had been so dependent on them you’re entire life, because now you were 19 about to turn 20 with no real experience of having a job. in all your years, you grew up so wealthy. there wasn’t a need to have one. but here you were, begging your dad to keep you in his good graces.

“eventually you’ll need to work. where do you think i got all my money from?” he reasons, and now it’s starting to click.

“where would i even work?” you’d ask, almost on the verge of tears.

“a friend of mine named ward needs a gardener. he pays pretty well too. just start from there.” he says. this really blew you. who did you look like being someone’s maid?

“you’re joking right?” you stared at him blankly.

“it’s that or nothing.” your father gets up and walks away. now you really could cry, but you were more angry than anything.

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you’d spend days holding off on actually contacting the cameron’s, but when the allowance money started to run out after a major shopping spree, you were ultimately left with no choice.

you called ward and asked if he still needed a gardener, and he most definitely did since he gave you the job on the spot. “you can start tomorrow at 8, if you’d like.” he said. money is money.

“of course, see you then.” when you hung up, you let out a breath of air, fully accepting your place and status now. you were the entitled kook princess, now turning into someone working for the cameron’s.

when the next morning came, you introduced yourself to ward, rose and wheezie. rose had instructed you on what to do, and ward explained the payment plan which was good enough. sooner than later, you’d started working in their front yard planting all kinds of flowers.

that’s pretty much how it looked for weeks. on top of that, not many people knew, which was a good thing.

you’d show up at 8, rose would make you something if you were hungry, then you’d get to work. but one day, it seemed like the angels were on your side.

you were working on figuring out how to keep that damn rosemary alive when you heard a voice behind you. and it didn’t belong to ward.

“who are you?” the man said. you turned around to see who was asking, and it was no other than rafe cameron.

“why?” you questioned. rafe recognized you too. everyone knew who you were, and it was embarrassing enough that the son of the richest person on the island knew you were working for his family. y/n y/l/n was supposed to be immune to working.

he smirks. “i know you.”

there was no refraining from the eye roll that crept up. “yea i bet you do.”

“why are you working here? don’t you just get what you want?” you were surprised he knew all this about you, aware of how much older he was.

“my dad cut my allowance.” you explained while working on the rosemary again.

“ouch.” he said while walking inside, abruptly ending the conversation. this kind of pissed you off but you paid no mind. moments later, he came back out with a glass of water.

“here,” he hands it to you, “it’s scorching out here.”

“thanks,” you accepted it, and took a long sip. for the rest of the time you were working, the two of you made small talk. even though the age gap was there, you still found enough to talk about.

an easy few hours later with rafe talking to you, and occasionally helping, your shift was over. and now suddenly you were perched on the bathroom sink, sundress bunched up and panties pulled to the side. rafe was balls deep, hitting that good spot and ready to bust one at any moment.

his hand covered your mouth to keep your moans quiet, and had the door locked so not a single soul could interrupt.

“fuckk,” he groans. “best pussy i’ve felt in a while, i’ll tell you that.”

a few more thrusts and you were done. your head falling onto his shoulder and ragged breaths for air.

your release sent his off, him quickly pulling out then sending you to your knees.

he jerked himself a few times, “open.”

doing exactly what he said, your mouth opened and you had your tongue stuck out. he finally cums, aiming for your mouth but some ended right below your eye.

when he was done, he wiped the remains from your face with his thumb, and had you suck on it. you stood up from the floor, wobbly and really hoping that no one heard anything.

rafe gathers himself, “a tight cunt like that doesn’t need to be working.”

you let out a laugh. “well here i am.”

“nah, not with me.” he zips his shorts back up. “i’ll take real good care of you. no more gardening.”

and ever since then, you were back to being the spoiled princess you were destined to be.

[echobx]

not my type - Rafe Cameron x plus size!fem!reader

summary: you meet Rafe at a bar and he starts flirting with you. little do you know that he's also the reason you are in the obx at all because you are taking care of a business deal for your dad

warnings: swearing, smut (p in v (protected), face sitting, dirty talk)

word count: 3k

author's note: for my wifey @notdxbya <3 also, I'm aware that Rafe is a little ooc here, that's because I pictured him after Ward is dead, and he has gotten clean and is healthy and taking care of business. that's all. this is my first time actually writing Rafe and I'm lowkey scared lol

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You are sitting at a bar and the guy a few seats over keeps looking at you. Usually when guys looked at you, they did it with a kind of disgust, but he looked more intrigued than anything.  “What's your issue, asshat,” you scoff without looking at him, downing your drink.  “Nothing, just looking,” he shrugs his shoulders, a smirk playing on his pink lips.  “You're not my type,” you say, eyeing him carefully. The short light blonde hair, muscles covered by a flimsy linen button down, gold rings bejeweling his long fingers.  “Shame. You aren't mine either,” he replies, but he licks his lips; his eyes darting down to your cleavage. Boobs pressed together in a red corset.  “That why you keep looking?” you laugh and gesture at the bartender to get you another drink. 

“Where are you from?” the guy asks while getting up and walking over to you, taking the seat next to yours. He’s tall, taller than any guy you'd ever been with.  “Not from here,” you smile cheekily and take a sip from your drink.  “I figured,” he laughs, and it sounds genuine. “I'm Rafe, by the way.”  “Y/n,” you reply, taking his hand that he's holding out for you to shake.  “So, what are you doing here?” he asks.  “I don't know if I should share such information with a stranger,” you whisper.  “Stranger? We're on a first name basis already, sugar.”  “Sugar?” you lift an eyebrow, and he rubs his jaw, maybe to show defeat, but you're not sure.  “Guess, I'm too cocky for you.”  “No, I like it when guys know what they want. But as we've already established, we're not each other's type,” you remind him. 

“And what is your type?” he asks, leaning against the bar and looking at you through his blue eyes.  “I'm not into blonde guys,” you say and take another drink. “I know why I'm not your type, not even hard to figure that one out. It's always the same with guys like you.”  “Guys like me?” He seems offended by your assumption, but you elaborate anyway.  “Guys who live off daddy's money, who spent their whole days golfing or fucking; preferably a different skinny bitch every single day. Guys who think they are the epitome of humanity,” you say, not really paying as much attention to his wonder struck face as you should. “Guys like you would never go out with a girl like me, because social standards are the only thing you ever believed in.”  “Interesting. Are you always this shallow or do I have to go dye my hair?” he jokes.  “I speak from experience,” you look at him, and he purses his lips for a moment before emptying his glass.  “Just a year earlier and you might've been spot on there, sugar.” “I'm rarely wrong,” you whisper. “What changed?”  “My dad died.”  “My condolences.”  “It's okay, I'm over it by now,” he shakes his head lightly.  “I see,” you look away and let the uncomfortable silence settle between the two of you. 

“Are you gonna tell me where you're from?” he asks.  “You can guess. Got a free pass on it after my half right assumptions,” you smile, and he reciprocates it, adding a little huff.  “All right. You're on vacation, no boyfriend, and you're just looking for a little fun.”  You laugh loudly. “You just described literally every girl in this bar. Try a little harder, darling.”  “Okay, fine. You're from the city. You know what you want and are not afraid to take it.”  “Warmer, but still not there,” you wink at him.  “Okay, help me out here, sugar,” he sighs defeated.  “Just give me one weirdly specific one, doesn't have to be correct, just try it,” you search his eyes for a second before looking away again.  “You made a completely wrong assumption about a stranger based on your insecurities.” His words hit you hard and raw, but you didn't let it show.  “Enlighten me, then,” you challenge him, and he leans in to whisper in your ear. “You don't think I think you're hot, when the opposite is the case.”  Your heart starts pounding in your chest, and you feel the all too familiar heat rise in your cheeks and stomach.  Clearing your throat, you down your drink, immediately asking for another one.  “Didn't expect that one, did’ya,” he taunts.  “Shame that you're not my type,” you flip your hair to the side, running your fingertips over the edge of the glass in front of you.  “I could change your mind on that,” he suggests.  “I'm not keeping you from trying,” you chuckle, and the next few hours are spent with shameless flirting and drinking. 

The next day you get yourself ready for a meeting. You are supposed to meet with some rich asshole and work out a deal that will benefit both his and your dad's company.  You get to the meeting early, making sure that your suit fits and checking your makeup in the restroom before letting the receptionist lead you to the conference room.  “Mr. Cameron will be with you in a bit,” she tells you, eyeing you wearily before stepping away.  You set up your laptop and the paperwork, but the man is late, something you have always hated. You walk to look out the window and onto the sea when you hear the door open and someone walks in.  “Thank you for taking some time and waiting for me, there was an incident in the office that I needed to take care of,” he says and sits down without looking at you and not seeing the shocked expression on your face. Rafe looks even hotter in the suit than he had the night before, and you hate that you even think of him like that.  “No problem,” you smile and walk behind him to your seat when his head perks up.  “You-” the words seem to be stuck in his throat.  “I'm supposed to take care of this deal since my father has an important appointment in New York that came in just yesterday,” you explain.  “I see. We should get to it then,” he nods and after three hours of extensive discussion you have finally come to a mutual agreement that you know will be to your father's liking. 

“Why didn't you mention any of this last night?” he asks.  “If I had known your last name, I would've. But also, you should update your website. I was prepared to meet with someone else, your dead father, I presume.” “Yes, I should,” he mumbles.  “Good,” you nod and pack your things together, wanting to leave and get back home as quickly as possible.  “Do you like dinner?” he blurts out just as you are about to step out of the room.  “Who doesn't?” you smirk.  “Would you go out with me?” Rafe asks more directly, and you bite your cheek before nodding.  “Good, I'll pick you up later. You're staying at the Country Club, right?” he asks and you nod again.  “Perfect. 8pm, I won't be late,” he smiles, and you laugh a little while stepping out and walking. 

The evening came quicker than you expected, and you found yourself sitting opposite Rafe at a fancy restaurant.  “Are you always trying this hard for a hookup?” you ask bluntly, and he nearly chokes on his steak.  “Excuse me?”  “You heard me pretty well,” you say and take a bite of your food. “I usually don't, no,” he finally answers, nipping on his wine. “You're very direct.”  “That something bad?” you cock an eyebrow and he shakes his head.  “No. It's nice, like a fresh breath even. Dating is rather boring when you've lived in the same spot your whole life.”  “Never had any issues with it to be honest, at least when it comes to the diversity of it.”  “Hardly comparable, New York and Kildare,” he notes.  “So, this is a date?” you question, and he smiles to hide the light blush that creeps on his cheeks.  “Would your dad be okay with you dating a business partner?”  “My dad isn't here, and we don't know if this is a date yet,” you counter, and he puts his hands up in defense.  “I'm not about to ruin a good deal is all I'm saying.”  “Well, you're still not my type, so it's probably better anyway.”  “Right,” he mumbles and gets back to eating. 

After some time you find back to a more easy-going manner, just like you had the night before. But the more he flirts with you, the less you can remember why you had initially not had any interest in him. 

“I just have one question,” you say as you stand next to him in the elevator that leads you down to the garage where he had parked.  “And?”  “Have you ever even been with anyone like me?” you eye him wearily as he's towering next to you.  “No, but there's always a first time round, right?”  In a split second decision you pull him down by his collar and kiss him. His lips are soft and warm and his tongue is dancing with your own, his hands are grabbing your ass harshly.  You would continue to make out with him if the elevator doors didn't open to let in a few more people. It was unnecessary to pretend like nothing had happened because he has your lipstick all over his face, and you put your hand in front of your mouth to hide your wide grin. 

Rafe drives like a maniac, but you don't mind it while his hand is holding onto your thigh, squeezing harshly.  “I don't think that's the right way,” you tell him, but he just smiles at you and keeps driving without saying anything.  You come up to a mansion, and he parks out front and helps you out, like a true gentleman.  “That your place?” you ask and he nods.  “Thought you might want a little more privacy,” he says and leads you inside. 

The marble floors are pretty but nothing compared to the ones in your apartment on the Upper East Side.  “Cute,” you note. “Wanna show me around a little?” You are aware that he wants nothing more than to just drag you upstairs, but you like how desperate he looks, and you'd like to keep looking at it even if just for a few more minutes.  “Uh, sure,” he sighs and leads you around, showing you the kitchen and living room before going upstairs.  “That's the office and over there's the-” “Bedroom?” you interrupt him and he smirks.  “Yes, unless you'd rather see the whole estate and the boats and-” You cut him off with a kiss, feeling him smile against your lips. 

The two of you stumble backwards into the room, helping him take off his shirt before pushing him onto the bed.  “I don't like selfish assholes,” you state firmly, slowly opening the buttons of your blouse.  “Understood.” He props himself up on his elbows and admires you as you strip for him, leaving nothing but your lingerie on your body.  “You still think you can handle this?” You straddle him in his seat and he gulps but nods. His hands rub over your body, over every single curve that you had once been insecure about.  “God you're hot,” he hums and starts kissing your tits, sucking on the nipple while his hand is kneading the other. You start rutting against him, his dick twitching under you. 

“Can I sit on your face, darling?” you ask a little unsure about his answer but the enthusiastic yes he gives you makes you even more aroused than you already were.  You stand, and he pulls your slip down, starting to kiss your stomach and thighs.  “Take your pants off, please,” you order and he does it before lying down. 

You climb on top, and he harshly pulls you up to his face. Your weight rests on your thighs next to his head as you hover over him. “I’m not going to sit down completely if you don't want that. I'm not gonna be responsible for your death, darling.”  “I'm gonna be all right, sugar,” he smirks and starts kissing your wet cunt.  “God, you're wet for me, baby,” he moans desperately and pulls you down, thrusting his tongue into you and eating you out as if his life was dependent on it. With every lap of his tongue your orgasm grew closer, and you fell forward against the headboard, holding yourself up with your arms as you moaned and gasped. He sucks your clit into his mouth, making you scream with pleasure, and instinctively grind your pussy over his face as soon as he lets go again. He grabs your ass, practically forcing you to roll your hips into him and making his nose repeatedly nudge against your clit until you come undone on top of him. He keeps on eating you out until he has licked every last bit of your release from your sensitive cunt. 

“Yeah, you're definitely not into blonde guys,” he laughs as you lie next to him, heavily panting.  “Definitely.”  You watch him grab a condom from the nightstand and a few moments later he's balls deep inside of you, filling you out like no one ever had. 

“Jesus, fuck, you feel so good, sugar,” Rafe praises you.  “Don't you fucking dare,” you moan as he hits your cervix, making you squirm under him.  “Shit, you want me to be mean to you? I can do that,” he laughs and pulls out again, manhandling you onto your stomach and pulling your ass in the air. “That's the best ass in the fucking world, sugar,” he moans while pushing into you again.  “Fuck, Rafe,” you scream because his thrusts hit even deeper in this position and his balls keep slapping against your clit.  “You wanna act like a bitch, you gotta be able to take it,” he grunts, slapping your ass and making you whine.  “More,” you beg, and he leans down to bite your waist.  “Won't be able to wear anything revealing unless you want everyone to know how much of a slut you are being for me,” he growls and wraps your hair around his hand in a makeshift ponytail to pull your back flush to his chest. “What would your daddy say if he knew how we finalized his deal? If he knew that the only reason I went easy was because I wanted to rail his darling daughter. If he knew that I got to defile you.” 

“Rafe,” you have tears in your eyes, but he’s nowhere close to stopping, and you really don't want him to ever stop. You love how full of him you feel.  Rafe takes his hand and starts playing with your tits while the other comes down to rub your clit. “You wanna cum on my dick, sugar? Wanna make daddy proud?”  You whine in response, and he stops touching you, pushing you back down and lying down on top of you. His thrusts are relentless and harsh while your make-up runs down your face.  “Such a good slut for me. Might just keep you here as my personal sex slave. Would you like that, sugar?” His hot breath is on your ear, and you cry out as he goes to slap your thigh. “Answer me.”  “Yes, Rafe. Am your slut. Only yours.”  “Wasn't that hard, was it,” he groans and sits back up, pulling your ass back up with him. 

He's still not stopping, and you don't know where he got that much stamina from because every time you try to crawl away from his dick he keeps pulling you back. "Tststs, don't you dare,” he admonishes and slaps you harsher each time.  You're so close to cumming, but he won't let you, no matter how much you whine and beg.  “I know you can take it. I'm not gonna let you cum until I'm done with you. A deal's a deal,” he laughs and fucks you even faster.

Your throat has gone sore from all the screaming and moaning when he finally starts playing with your clit again.  “C’mon now, baby. Let go for me,” he hums and kisses your back softly and the band inside you snaps. You can't remember ever having had an orgasm like the one he had just given you and as soon as it was over you craved more.  “God, you're tight, sugar,” Rafe groans, his hips stutter as he tried to keep fucking you through it but the grip your pussy has on him is too much, and he lets go too. His head falling to your back while he groans and cums. 

“Solid 8.5,” you say just to tease him once he's lying next to you, the sheets pulled over his sweaty body.  “Guess I'll have to try even better next time,” he smirks.  “I'm not gonna be your sex slave, just to be clear on that.”  “Shit, and I've already let the help prepare the dungeon,” he fakes a gasp.  “Stop making me like you,” you laugh, and he looks at you, almost dreamy.  “What?” you ask slowly, furrowing your brows.  “Nothing, just- No, nothing at all,” he shakes his head.  “Okay, weirdo,” you roll your eyes and go to stand up. searching for your slip and putting it back on.  “What are you doing?” Rafe asks, watching you meticulously; how you pull your skirt up and tug your blouse into it after buttoning it up.  You run your hand through your hair while pulling your heels back on. “I'm leaving. Have to catch my flight tomorrow morning and my shit is still at the hotel,” you remind him.  “So, that's it? One night to remember?”  “Yeah, wasn't that the plan all along?” you laugh, and he mirrors it slightly uncomfortable.  “Yeah. Definitely.”  “Besides, I'm responsible for this deal, and I'm not gonna let it go to shits, not even for a good fuck.”  “A real businesswoman,” he mumbles.  “Maybe you find your way to New York one day,” you smile at him before stepping out of the door, just to lean back and look back at him. “Oh, and you’re still not my type.” 

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part 2

[rlupinswhore]

dirty secret

-> pairing: rafe cameron x stepmom!reader

-> warning: smut, legal age gap, cheating, ward cameron.

-> summary: even though y/n had all the riches and wealth she’s ever dreamed of, the little hole in her heart was still empty and yearned to be filled by rafe cameron. her step son.

- one shot {18+}

it was early morning as you lounged next to your husband, ward on his private yacht, a glass of champagne in your hand as you flipped through your magazine. you loved your life, it was everything you could ask for and dreamt of since you were a little girl. well besides the part where your current husband was once your sugar daddy until feelings got involved and just like that ward was on his knee, a huge ring jewel shimmering at you. how could one deny that!

everyone knew about your messy scandal with the older cameron, it took many months to get sarah use to the fact that her friend was fucking her father behind her back even worse becoming her step mother. wheezie was the easiest one of the siblings to accept the marriage, she was supportive and saw how happier her father was since you revealed your relationship though it did bother her that her step mom was merely a few years older than her.

ward was a elated man when his children gave their blessings to his marriage, well at least two of them. rafe cameron, the eldest of the siblings did not like it one bit. he couldn’t believe his father, marrying a woman- a girl who once slept with him for money and riches. it was unbelievable! however, this was not truly the reason rafe disapproved of his fathers marriage, it was a secret- a dirty one which was laced with jealousy and possessiveness.

sitting at the yachts bar, rafe eyes were intently on you, laid flat out on the lounge chair in your scanty little bikini with heart shaped sunglasses shielding your eyes from the sun. you looked delectable, the glistening sweat pooling between your tits- he craved to lick you dry and fuck you hard so the only man embedded in your mind was him. rafe knew you were putting on this little show for him, he bit his lip as you turned on your stomach and sent a wink his way. you were a tease, and it drove him up a wall knowing he couldn’t pounce on you, not until his siblings and father was out of sight.

“dad let’s go in the water please!” wheezie came up to ward, waking the older man. “you said we’ll go in later.. it’s later!!” the girl grinned pulling on her father’s arm. “even sarah’s going in.” she beamed as ward stood, removing his shirt and looking over to you. his eyes roamed over your bare ass and back. you looked relaxed so he opted on kissing your cheek before following wheezie and sarah into the sea.

you groaned as a body stood over you, blocking the sunlight from tanning your body. “rafe please move,” you said without even batting an eye at the boy. you could tell he was fuming and turned on, the feel of his fingers ghosting a trail down your spine to your thong told his intentions. spitefully, you pushed your ass up and peeked over at the young cameron boy who had a scowl on his face. he was so done with your teasing.

rafe lips found place near your ear, his hot breath fanning over your lobe as he growled out, “meet me in my room in five minutes. i want you on my face now.” he licked your cheek then your neck, his hand lightly tapping your bum and untangling the string of your thong. as you tried to capture him in a kiss, he got off you and strolled inside the yacht, a cocky grin on his face.

a pool of wetness formed between your thighs at the feeling of rafes fingers and lips igniting your body. he always riled you up with ease, he had an affect on you no one else had. as you stood, anticipation was bubbling in your core to feel rafes lips on your needy cunt. you saw ward in the water and hoped you and rafe had enough time alone before they returned to the yacht.

you had missed him, his sweet touches and unforgiving rough demeanor when he was jealous of wards flirting. today would be no different.

“there’s my favorite boy!” you grinned at rafe, locking his door and moving towards him. he looked so divine and sexy in his swimming shorts, his muscular figure out on display just for your pretty eyes to gaze at. “i missed you baby, missed the feeling of your lips..your cock.” you moaned. his hands grasped your ass, lifting you up and wrapping your legs around his waist. his ocean blue eyes stared lustily at yours, glinting with malicious intent and admiration. “kiss me please.” you beg, needy to feel his lips somewhere.

“so desperate for me huh baby? want me even after all that teasing.” rafe tutted, undoing the final string of your thong for it to fall and your wet cunt to hit the cold air, exposed for his use. “is this for me? or ward.” rafe grunted brushing his fingers over your cunt and rubbing your puffy clit. you were soaked. he tapped your cunt harshly, he wanted words not your eager mewls.

“you rafe! i’m only this wet for you baby.” you whined, grinding yourself on his fingers as he thumbed your clit. rafe laid on his bed and sat you on top him, your wet pussy resting right over his eight pack. being a little cheeky, you rubbed yourself on him and bent down to rest your hand on his pecs. “i want you so bad rafe.” you whispered before licking his lips and smirked when he opened his mouth allowing you to suck on his tongue as you caught his lips in a hot kiss. you were moaning loudly, grinding yourself down on him forcefully as his hands lifted your bikini bra to grope your sweaty tits. “you feel so good baby.”

“on my face right now.” he ordered, kissing your lips one more time as he guided you up his body so you were positioned over his face. you were drenched and the sight was delicious, rafe swore and pulled you down, his tongue attacking your wet folds and sucking on your clit like a starved man. you bit your lip to conceal your moans, a bright idea popping in your head as you leant over to remove rafes shorts and take his thick cock into your hand, jerking him off as pre cum dribbled down his hard cock. it was pretty and lewd.

rafe groaned into your cunt as you took him into your mouth sucking on his tip as his tongue flicked your folds expertly, he added two fingers into your cunt, curling them before moving in and out your hole in a sensual rhythm. you wrap your lips around the head of his cock and swirl your tongue around slowly and slide all the way down to the base of his cock as you suck him hard. rafe takes a minute to breath, kissing your cunt as he grips your hair tightly.

he guides your oral movements, forcing you down his cock until you gag without letting go. your hands work on his balls, massaging them before sliding off his cock and taking both into your mouth, sucking and nipping the soft skin. “you’re such a dirty girl,” rafe says, his eyes shut close. however, a feral moan escapes him when you take his whole cock into your mouth, sliding fast and hard.

his moan vibrates through your cunt and his rough demeanor takes over, his fingers fucking deep into your cunt as he slaps your ass with no mercy, his nose bumps on your clit with every nip and lick to your cunt. “taste so sweet baby, bet he doesn’t have you in a mess like this hm.” rafe grinned, adding a third finger to your cunt and biting lightly on your abused nub as he scissored your wet pussy with your walls were gripping him with power.

“come with me rafe, need your come in my mouth baby!” you moan sucking him hard as his cock pulses ready to be emptied. rafe tongue circles your folds, showing you no mercy as he was determined to make you come. your tight walls cling to his fingers as you come undone on his tongue, his movements not stopping as he rides out your high, lapping all your white juices with greed.

rafe feels a hot bliss building in him so he takes charge, holding your head steady and thrusting his hips in three deep swift motions as he empties himself into your mouth. “that’s it baby, take all of me. what a good girl.” at the same time, your hand moves to his balls, rubbing hard and your lips move further down as rafe came into your mouth.

you giggle as rafe playfully swats your ass, kissing your cunt one more time before he guides you down his chest so you sit on his stomach. you look at his hazy eyes and pull him in for a kiss, tasting each other on the tip of your tongues.

you moaned into the kiss, savoring the feeling of his arms around your waist, massaging the flesh ever so gently. “that was so good rafe, i love you so much.” you hummed into his mouth, playing with his messy hair as you rested your head on his chest, still naked and enjoying the sound of his heart beat.

“i love you too y/n.” rafe sighed, kissing your forehead, dreaming to remain in this position with you for the rest of the evening and to have you in his arms for the entirety of his life. however, reality kicks in and rafe raises your chin so he can look you in the eye. “when are you going to leave him? i want you to myself baby.” rafe expressed like every other time you had sex. you felt guilty, knowing you were breaking his heart, you could see the look of hurt and hope in his eyes.

“i know rafe and i want you too.” you pout, pecking his lips and squeezing his muscly bicep. “i promise i’ll be all yours in time. just you and i.” you pinky swore with him and as cheesy as it was, rafe believed it, a little hope that his relationship with you would prosper. “we better get back now, it’s been a while.” you say, not moving a single inch from rafes warmth neither him. a few extra minutes wouldn’t hurt.

however not all things go to plan, “rafe have you seen y/n?” ward knocked on rafes door, thankfully the door was locked even though a little part of rafe wished it was open so ward could walk in and see his girl naked in the arms of the man she truly loved.

you looked at rafe with panic and pulled your bikini top down your chest and slipped your thong back on to rafes disappointment. ward had to ruin everything for him. “she said she was going to the sauna or something.” rafe grumbled out, rolling his eyes as he heard the footsteps fade away. he pulled you into him one last time, hands on your waist as he kissed you passionately, he wanted to be the only person on your mind. “meet me again tonight when he’s alseep?” rafe questioned, sucking on your neck.

you stopped him before he left his mark, as much as you wanted- needed it, ward would suspect something was up. “of course baby, but in the private room in the lower deck so we can be as loud as we want.” you cheekily grinned, pressing one chaste kiss on his cheek before leaving his room. all alone again.

even though y/n had all the riches and wealth she’s ever dreamed of, the little hole in her heart was still empty and yearned to be filled by rafe cameron. her step son.

[cantstoptheimagines]

Eighteen (JJ Maybank | Outer Banks)

Summary — Your life changes for the better after you go against your family’s idea of an ideal boyfriend.

Warnings and Other Tags (Contains a Small Spoiler for the Plot of This Work) ➳ Fake dating; friends to lovers; cursing; mentions of sugar mama antics; physical affection (kissing, hugging, etc.); John B trying his best; Reader’s parents are jerks (trying to set the Reader up with Rafe); matching tattoos (including mentions of needles); Reader is a kook; my new hyperfixation with this show is still shining through.

Notes ➳ Word Count is 3,315, including lyrics. ➳ Reader uses feminine pronouns (she/her) and gets referred to with traditionally feminine nicknames (“princess”, “pretty girl”, and others).  ➳ This is for everyone who voted for JJ on my recent poll. Don’t worry, “Stolen Love” will be coming very soon for those of you who chose John B! 💗 ➳ This is based on “Eighteen” by Anarbor. That song screams JJ Maybank energy! ➳ This work has a visual edit!

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Eighteen, crazy! Pulled up in your daddy’s car! You wanna move in with me! Guess we're off to a heavy start!

The sound of an approaching car drew JJ’s attention away from his motorbike. The vehicle’s striking red shade made it instantly recognizable. He waved at you with a smile as you stepped out, though it quickly faded at the sour expression on your face.

“What crawled up your ass?” he chuckled.

You rolled your eyes, choosing to ignore his question. You crossed your arms over your chest, and then asked, “Do you think John B would care if I stayed here for a while?” 

JJ’s eyebrows shot up at your question. He glanced at the Château. John B was inside and probably having lunch or taking a midafternoon nap. JJ twirled a wrench he had been holding in his hand as he narrowed his eyes at you. He then placed the wrench back into his tool bag and wiped his hands on a rag.

“Not with an attitude like that.”

You huffed, shoving his shoulder. Despite your bad mood, JJ could make out the remnants of a smile growing on your face. He grinned and began poking at your ribs until it appeared. 

“There you go!” he exclaimed, pinching your cheeks and gently shaking your head from side to side. “Now, tell Papa J what’s wrong.”

“Stop calling yourself that,” you laughed before shoving his hands away.

His grin only widened, “It made you smile though! That’s a win in my book! But seriously, why do you wanna stay at the Château? Get tired of Figure Eight, princess?” 

“More like my parents,” you scoffed. “They tried to push me off onto Rafe Cameron at their stupid business dinner last night—”

“Gross,” interjected JJ.

“I know!” you exclaimed. “Anyway, it’s been non-stop arguing with them since then. Mostly my dad.”

JJ nodded in understanding. He had more issues with his own father than he cared to admit. To you, at least. He didn’t want you to worry too much.

“They want me to date some washed up, rich boy if it means more money in their pockets at the end of day. They’ve been trying to increase their chances of a business deal with Rafe’s dad, Ward,” you continued. “I guess pawning me off to his son was something they thought would get themselves in his good graces.”

“Sounds shitty,” said JJ, once again glancing at the Château. “C’mon, I’ll talk to John B for you. I’m sure he won’t mind. Got any bags in your car?”

Another smile brightened your features. As you nodded, JJ couldn’t help admiring your sudden cheerfulness. He quickly helped collect the few bags you had shoved into the backseat of your car, carrying them into Château as he thought about how to explain your situation to John B.

Should’ve seen this coming from a mile away! I’ll play your game! I know what you want from me! I know what you want from me!

Thankfully, the pogues had a rule about sticking together. Not to mention, John B had always been a good friend to everyone. He had immediately welcomed you into the Château with open arms, even offering you his own bedroom while he took up the couch. You had politely declined, of course, not wanting to overstay your welcome in your new refuge. 

JJ, on the other hand, had been a little more difficult. He refused to let you sleep on the couch, and vice versa, which eventually led to your current situation.

You furrowed your eyebrows, pressing your face into your pillow as quiet snores echoed in your ear. You sent an elbow into JJ’s ribcage. He let out a groan, and muttered, “What?”

“Get off me and stop snoring,” you replied. 

JJ, albeit begrudgingly, complied with your demands. He removed his arms from their position around your torso. The blankets shifted as he rolled over, turning his back to you. 

Within seconds, he was snoring again with the blankets pulled up to his chin and his face squished against his pillow. You rolled your eyes with a smile before trying to rub the sleep from your eyes. 

For the last month or so, ever since you came to live with the boys at the Château, you had been staying in JJ’s room with him. Thankfully, John B hadn’t said anything about how much closer the two of you had become. You probably wouldn’t know how to respond if he did.

Waking up with JJ clinging to you had slowly become a regular occurrence. It was one of the many things that had changed about your friendship since you left Figure Eight. The two of you were much closer, both physically and emotionally.

Your family didn’t know where you were. Either that or they just didn’t want to intentionally come to the Cut, lest their precious reputations be ruined. And, despite their constant ignored messages and phone calls, you had no intention of telling them, especially when they had recently gotten Rafe in on the action.

You could only imagine your father’s face when Rafe told him you had blocked his number. Your parents’ idea of a perfect match, rejected not once, but twice. What a nightmare this must be for them. 

But later that day, as you wandered through the farmers’ market with JJ slowly trailing behind you, poking your sides as you tried to choose some flower seeds. Despite the boys’ hesitations, you were determined to clean up the yard of the Château as a thank-you to John B. 

“Can I at least choose the color?” asked JJ. “ Get forget-me-nots! At least they’re blue! John B and I don’t want the place to look too... frilly.”

You scoffed, “Seriously? Has no one ever given you flowers before?”

“Nope,” he shook his head, “can’t say they have.”

You hummed, giving him a once-over, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“What’s that supposed to—?”

He was interrupted by a voice calling your name. Looking up, your eyes met the surprised gaze of your mother, who stared at you as though she were seeing a ghost.

She stood on the other side of the table, a bag over her shoulder and eyes shielded by an extravagant sunhat. Typical.

“Let’s go, J,” you muttered, quickly grabbing his arm, only for your mother to dart around the table and block your path. 

“Please, wait!” she exclaimed. “I—uh—I miss you! And I’ve been worried sick!”

You scoffed, shaking your head at her, “Yeah, right. I’m sure you’ve just been worried about what the country club thinks about your kid running away. Or have you even told them? Wouldn’t wanna ruin your precious reputation, would we?” 

“Your dad wants to make things right,” she whispered, tears welling, though you couldn’t tell if they were true or for a performance. “Just hear him out, please? Come home for dinner tonight. We want you home again.” 

You felt JJ’s arm escape your grasp. His hand slid up your back, gently rubbing the space between your shoulder blades. His clothes brushed against yours when he moved closer. Only then did your mother seem to notice him. 

Her eyes narrowed in his direction and, for a moment, you could see through her façade. Taking a deep breath, she spoke in a strained voice, “Friend of yours?” 

In an instant, you hatched a plan. Whether JJ would go along with it, you weren’t entirely sure. But maybe he’d be surprised enough to fall in line. 

“Boyfriend, actually,” you smiled.

Her reaction satisfied you. Though you had to ignore the way JJ’s attention suddenly snapped to you, eyes wide and mouth slightly open in shock. Your mother’s reaction was similar, although you could see disgust flaring within her. More than her bewilderment anyway.

Her jaw clenched. Her eyes slowly raked over JJ, whose hand had moved to tightly grasp your shoulder, silently asking the only question that was running through his mind. What the hell are you doing?

Taking advantage of your mother’s silence, you feigned innocence, “You know what? I think I will come over tonight. I’ll even bring JJ along.” 

JJ practically choked on air. His grip on you tightened even more. His fingertips dug into your skin and his hand shook under your mother’s gaze. Her eyes were burning with an internal fury.

After a moment, she took another deep breath, “I will let your father know then. See you tonight.” 

She scurried away. If she had a tail, it would be between her legs. The thought of such a thing made your smile widen. It wasn’t until JJ suddenly grabbed your wrist that your focus was brought back to him.

His blue eyes appeared as though they would pop out of his head at any second. Slowly, his lip curled, “We gotta talk.” 

You know I’m broke, so you pulled out your daddy’s card! I drink, I smoke, you ate it up from the very start!

Ever since the two of you got back to the Château, the house had been filled with nothing but interrupted sentences, conditions, denials, and partial agreements as you tried to come to a compromise with JJ. Though it didn’t take him long to agree to being your fake boyfriend for your parents’ dinner, the two of you were still working out your respective terms and conditions.

Meanwhile, John B sat in silence, slowly eating a bowl of cereal, as his eyes repeatedly shifted between his two best friends. You sat to his right while JJ took up the chair to his left, sitting directly across from one another at the kitchen table. That gave John B a chance to enjoy the show. And he had been doing so for at least an hour and a half, according to his watch.

“I get to touch your butt at least once—”

“You do that anyway, perv—!”

“I do not!” glared JJ, crossing his arms over his chest when you gave him a look of disbelief. “What about a hand in the back pocket?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, kissed your teeth, and then sighed, “Fine! One time.”

JJ pointed at you with a grin, “In front of your dad.”

“Don’t push it,” you said. “But if you get to do that, I get to choose what shirt you’re wearing!” 

“Shit,” he muttered, groaning loudly as he thought it over. “Alright, okay! I get to throw something extra in to really piss ‘em off though. And you have to sugar mama me so I can pay for it! And you can’t know what it is until tonight!”

“Only if you lend me your good surfboard for tomorrow’s swell,” you replied. “Not that shitty one you gave me last time.”

“Deal,” smiled JJ, holding out his hand for you to shake, which you did. “Pass over the credit card, pretty girl.” 

You rolled your eyes at him. He quickly snatched it from your hand after it appeared out of your back pocket, grinning mischievously as he said, “Thank you! See ya tonight!”

As he darted out the door of the Château with your father’s credit card in hand, you turned to John B, and asked, “Should I be worried?”

“Oh!” he scoffed. “More than you’ve ever been!” 

He smirked upon hearing you let out a loud groan. Your forehead then thump!-ed against the kitchen table as you allowed your head to fall forward, thinking about what nefarious plan JJ could possibly have up his sleeve.

So if you wanna piss off your parents, date me to scare them, show them you’re all grown up!

You anxiously paced in front of your parents’ house, searching for any sign of JJ. He was late, which, to be quite honest, you weren’t sure if you were disappointed or impressed by. You could only imagine the smirks on your parents’ faces inside the house, probably expecting you to concede to their ideas about Rafe.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, a red and blue dirt bike tore into the front yard. JJ grinned when he came to a stop, looking over his shoulder to see how much damage he had done to the yard. Your mother’s flowers were destroyed and mud had been ripped up and strewn about your father’s freshly cut lawn.

He approached you with a smile, slipping the credit card he had borrowed earlier into your back pocket. He then patted your waist with a wink, “Ready for this, babe?”

You snorted, rolling your eyes at him, “As I can be.”

“Let’s get this show on the road then!” he grinned.

You blinked in surprise when he suddenly began pounding on the front door of the house with his fist. You chuckled when he winked at you again. You couldn’t stop yourself from admiring his appearance.

Per your agreement, you had chosen his shirt. A deep green cut off that you thought brought out his eyes, but knew your parents would hate no matter what. The rest of his outfit was all JJ though. His usual pair of thick workers’ boots, some cargo shorts, and his favorite red and grey hat, which sat backwards on his head.

It wasn’t long before the door was yanked open. In front of you stood your father. His eyes twitched in irritation and he sneered as his gaze trailed over JJ’s appearance. He then turned away without a word, not even bothering to greet either of you.

With wide eyes, JJ looked at you with a sarcastic grin, “We’re off to a great start, aren’t we?”

If blond hair and tattoos are what attract you, baby, then you’re in luck!

“So,” your mother began, “what does JJ do for work?”

For what felt like the millionth time, you raised your eyebrows at her, “Why are you asking me? Talk to him. I’m sure he’ll be glad to tell you.” 

And again, she looked shaken by the very thought of speaking to a pogue. She had yet to address him directly, choosing to ask you about him instead. She obviously preferred to treat him as though he wasn’t in her presence at all.

Meanwhile, your father had done nothing but glare at JJ the entire night, especially when JJ had very obviously groped your behind like the two of you had agreed. Right after JJ had given him a high-five instead of a handshake, all with a wide, arrogant smirk on his face. 

“I mow lawns and stuff sometimes,” said JJ, shoveling some spaghetti into his mouth with a loud slurp, almost making you fall apart with laughter at the sight of your parents’ disgusted expressions. “I’m a busboy too.”

You heard your mother take a deep breath. Her hand gripped her fork so hard you thought the metal might snap in two.

“Any tattoos?” she asked, still speaking to you rather than him. “You know how I feel about—”

“Oh!” interrupted JJ. “I’ve got one, but I’ve been thinking about getting more!”

Even you looked at him in surprise that time. You never knew JJ had a tattoo, especially since he had never mentioned it or shown it off. You watched as he stood up from his chair with a mischievous smile. 

It was a bad decision to take a drink of your water at that moment. You choked on your drink as JJ lifted the bottom of his shirt and slightly tugged down the waistband of his cargo shorts.

There, on his right hip, written black ink and a beautiful font, was your name. It still had the protective, clear wrap on top of it and his skin was slightly red around the edges of the ink, meaning he must have just gotten the tattoo recently.

Your mind flashed back to the moment he’d asked for your credit card, claiming you’d see his surprise during dinner. This must have been what he was talking about.

Your hands flew to cover your mouth as you stared at the tattoo. Sure, JJ had always been a wild card, totally unpredictable, but this was something else entirely. As your father’s chair suddenly scraped loudly against the floor and his stomps echoed behind him as he left the room, your mother’s silverware clattered onto the floor. She looked like she would be sick if JJ continued showing off his new ink any longer.

With a smile and a quiet laugh, JJ glanced at the tattoo before his eyes met yours. They twinkled with an emotion you couldn’t pin down. His blue eyes sent chills down your spine, though they weren’t out of fear. In fact, you were certain that they did so out of excitement instead.

Finally, he decided to speak, “Pretty cool, right?”

And I know it’s just a phase! You’re not in love with me! You wanna piss off your parents, baby! Piss off your parents, that’s alright with me!

Sprawled out on JJ’s sheets, you stared at the ceiling of his room. He had been mindlessly scrolling on his phone next to you since the two of you got back from dinner with your parents, who both agreed you were no longer welcome until you ‘came to your senses’.

“How much was it?”

JJ hummed, furrowing his eyebrows at you. He turned off his phone and rolled onto his side to look at you. When you did the same, you repeated your question, “How much was the tattoo?”

He huffed, “Don’t worry about it.” 

“So you’re never going to tell me?”

“Nope! And you’re not allowed to look at your dad’s bank statement to find out!”

You bit your lip, trying to hide a smile, “He’s gonna be pissed.”

“That was kinda my job,” he whispered, as though you didn’t know that, “and I think I did it pretty well, don’t you?” 

“I suppose so,” you laughed quietly. “Don’t expect too much sugar mama money anymore though. I have a feeling they’ll cut the allowance they add onto my card each month. All I’ll have is my paycheck from the Wreck soon.”

“With that, my money from the club on Figure Eight, and John B’s, we should be okay,” he shrugged, before giving you a mean smirk. “Just means I’ll have to put up with you as a roommate for way longer than I wanted to.”

He laughed when you punched him in the shoulder. He quickly grabbed your wrist and tugged you closer, “Is that any way to treat your boyfriend?”

Now, leaning over top of him, you paused. JJ’s fingers ran back and forth over your wrist, helping you keep your balance with a hand on your waist. He looked up at you, eyes softening as they examined your features. 

“J?”

“Yeah?”

“Before they cut me off,” you muttered, “I wanna give you some flowers tomorrow.”

JJ furrowed his eyebrows, unsure of why you were bringing up your conversation at the farmers’ market. That is, until your free hand gently caressed over his hip, where, just beneath his shirt, your name lay engraved into his skin. And a smile grew on his face at the thought.

And I know it's just a phase! You’re not in love with me! And I know it’s just a phase! You’re not in love with me!

JJ held onto your hand, gently caressing your knuckles with the pad of his thumb as you winced at the feeling of the tattoo needle against your skin.

Your left hip was being decorated with JJ’s name, along with a small bundle of forget-me-nots. He had already gotten an identical copy of the flowers added in the space next to his own tattoo.

He leaned down, pressing a series of kisses against your forehead, “So does this mean we’re actually a couple now?”

“We better be.”

You wanna piss off your parents, baby! Piss off your parents, that’s alright with me!

[thecameronchronicles]

Grateful

TW: Age-gap (reader is above 18). Smut. Language. Praise kink. Daddy kink. 

SUMMARY: You show Ward how thankful you are for his gifts by giving him your own…

WORD COUNT: 1700

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sugar baby!reader showing Ward how grateful she is for all the gifts he gave her 🎄🎄

Grateful

Lavish gifts and carefully divided attention was what was to be expected as Ward Cameron’s girlfriend. It was a term as loose as your morals in terms of what was required to be spoiled by him as only he could. As you would adorn his arm at any given function, perfect from every hair in place and a conversation as educated and sweet as your appearance, he would award you with anything your heart, or the pulsation between your thighs, had desired. And Christmas was both your new favorite time of year for that very reason. 

“Mister Cameron!” You exclaimed, the title having been the only one appropriate enough to speak in public as you rushed to the sight of the Mustang set in his driveway. Your dream car, nearly fresh from the manufacture, polished and pristine as you were to him. 

“Only the best for my best girl.”

“Your only girl…” He smirked, tossing you the keys as you bit your bottom lip. 

“Do you want to take it out now?” He asked as he took his hands to your hips, leading you softly into his hard frame, that was already eager for your reciprocation, “Or after you show me how grateful you are?” His expression suddenly developed into mischief. Those light eyes darkening with lust and the political smile having shifted only to one side as this had been his go-to appearance for when he desired you. It was a silent beckoning of sorts as he could cast it across any room and you would be awaiting him behind his bedroom door in less than an hour, prepared as he desired. 

“Now it’s MY turn to give you MY gift…” You moved to the tips of your toes, fingers rushing over his shoulders, with your lips at a teasing press at his ear, ‘Daddy…” Your steps advanced back to the direction of Tannyhill as he was prompt to follow your ambition. But he was not as eager as you may have been upon your initiation, all because he was well aware that good things came to those who waited. He was not a fast lover, but he was thorough and intense. Rich and worth the wait. It was why you ignored everyone's comments of your age difference. You were his diamond in the rough and he was our roughness encrusted with diamonds. 

“Can you sit for me?” You asked as he nodded and sat on the edge of his bed. 

“I hope you aren’t expecting me to be patient, babydoll.” He explained as you nodded. 

“You shouldn’t have to.” With this, your fingers set your zipper in a decline. Even if he could draw your body from memory, play your moan to perfect pitch, and predict every way you’d react to him, he still looked at you as if it had been the first time he witnessed your curves. The way the lingerie sat perfectly at your hips, seemingly tailored to your body, had his jaw cocked to the side, as his eyes took in the sight before him. 

“You always look gorgeous for me, but you know I prefer you with nothing.” You slowly nodded, pulling the straps of your bra free as he took a moment to assess your bare breasts. The perfect weight in his hands as you felt him kiss the warm skin chilled by the new exposure. 

“Please, daddy…I can’t give you your gift if you keep kissing me there…” Curious to what you had planned, he retracted. Regretting it immediately, he licked his lips to savor your taste, before watching you try for the edge of your panties. 

“Not yet. I want to know how wet that car made you.”

“It’s not the car…It’s all you…” You teased him with a coquettish bite of your lip before you moved onto your knees.

“You intend to show me how thankful you are for the car?” You nodded. “And what about that dress?” He asked while motioning to what was discarded on the floor. 

“That necklace?” Your fingers teased the diamonds set wrapped loose around your neck as you bobbed your head in agreement again. 

“I have a lot to be grateful for, daddy…you spoil me…Which is why I want to offer you the same…” You moved to him, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, until it was kept open. 

“You always take such good care of me…always make me feel special and loved…so I want to take care of you…” You motioned for him to lay back as he shook his head. 

“I want to watch just how thankful you are for me, babydoll.” You agreed as he watched you move to your feet, heels clicking as they remained on our soles, a contrast to your flawlessly soft skin with their crimson coloring, as you ran your fingers up his thighs. 

“I can never thank you for all you do for me, daddy…” You began beneath heavy lashes and ‘come hither’ eyes, “But you always take care of everyone and everything…So please…let me do it for you.”

He nodded. “But I want to hear why you’re grateful. Be my good girl and I’ll come for you…” He explained while drawing a trace at your jaw.

The lines made of your fingers finally reached his belt, pulling it loose, as he accommodated what was needed to undress him. But before you could offer even a moment of pleasure, he took a fist full of your hair. 

“Show me how DEEPLY you’re grateful.” You wouldn’t nod, but would validate your understanding by taking him directly to the extent of your throat. You didn’t care about the way your body attempted to reject the foreign cock’s head as you had an ambition you would not falter against in any context. With eyes kept wide to him, you brought him in continuous strides to the back of your throat as he nodded. You basked in how a powerful man such as Ward Cameron was able to come undone so easily without much more than a few sucks of his aching shaft. But this was because of the excitement and beauty of the eager woman on her knees for him. His patience wore thin when he saw you this way, making him guide you to break for a reprieve that was more for himself than you. 

“You’re so very beautiful crying on your knees for me, babydoll-”

“I’m not done, daddy…” You took dominance, twisting him from base to tip. His groans and moans shortened by his curses made your grin widen, before the grip through your hair made you take in a gasp from how it had surprised you. 

“You’re too beautiful to take me this fast. Come here…” He guided you over his lap in a straddle. 

“But I wanted to take care of you-” You groaned, his fingers suddenly inside of your panties as he looked at you with approval. 

“Knowing how wet I make you is more than enough for me-” He used his free hand to brush your bottom lip from the pout made of your stolen dominance. 

“But you’ll still get to take the lead, babydoll…But your perfect little mouth is just too much for me right now. After watching you in that dress all day…teasing me with those little traces and bedroom eyes…” You slowly nodded as he shifted his fingers for his cock. 

“You don’t want them off?” You asked as you snapped the elastic of your panties as he shook his head. 

“Your gift to me is coming in those…while I come inside you.” He began the rhythm you would carry forward. You sent him to recline on the bed so he would have to do little but hold you in place. With a withering stamina already fragile from the foreplay, you moved slowly over him. But it also took a minimal amount of sensation to feel that pleasure rise within you. All because he was endowed enough to reach that sensational cavern often a missed point with other lovers. For that, you rode him well, deeply, and with enough motivation for him to understand you were a woman on a mission. 

“Please daddy…I wanna feel you come so deep inside me…”

Where most men in high position would bend you to every degree to pound into you with his own ambition, his touch was somehow graceful. He was gluttonous to know your body in every way, taking hold of each breast and then your hip, as he built you both to a high that sent your eyes rolling to the back of your head. And as sweat fell from your brow and onto his chest, your name cursed in place of a vulgar word anyone your age would spout in repetition, it would be that very name that was spoken in finality as that warmth rushed through you. 

“Babydoll-” He attempted to adjust before you stationed yourself in further dominance over him. Even as your body shook from your own release, you wanted to gift him something you had yet to.

“I’ll only take it out when I want to taste it…” You moved impossibly slowly, feeling the flex of his cock reacting to the overstimulation you brought him. 

“You’re being greedy, babydoll…”

“But you feel so good for me, daddy…I wanna make you come again…”

His eyes darkened as he rose you into a comfortable straddle as  your ankles crossed at his back. 

“Then get your perfect little ass in that shower. I’m going to give you one more…very loud reason….to be grateful.” You bit your cheek in excitement before obeying, withdrawing slowly, as he watched you in disbelief. 

Because just as you were grateful for the comfort he brought you in the care he offered, he felt the same in the vivaciousness you brought to his life. His youth returned with each of your touches, your kisses reminding him of how you desired him, and the restless quelled by your need for him. It was always enough for him and he would prove this by the way he gifted you his emotions this way. Hoping it was enough to keep you from entertaining anyone else’s attention.

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[rafesthroatbaby]

looking for ward cameron who can spoil my girl @rafescurtainbangz & me, just the way we deserve it 😌 in exchange we take the best care of his son.. let it be a sexy dilf this time & no weirdo 😂 can a sugar daddy ward & stepson rafe rp blog come trough please 🤭

[starkeysprincess]

ward cameron be my sugar daddy

interesting choice for a sugar daddy…I wouldn’t choose him to be my sugar daddy even if it’s my last resort

[lustnluv]

the cameron family was really split down the middle. you got rose, ward, and sarah always in the spotlight. everybody likes them. then you got christy, rafe, and wheezie shoved in the corner.

christy was fucking around with Barry in high school and rafe followed her once and that’s how he got introduced to coke. her sugar daddies put her in rehab but they’re actually spas she tricks them into believing that they’re rehabs.

she’s always the only one who can disrespect ward and get away with it. if he does talk back she would admit to being so many guy’s mistress and he can’t have that going around that his daughter is a sugar baby.

and her disrespect to pogues is crazy. she insults them but also tries to get them fire on multiple occasions.

if rafe had an older sister, how do u think he would’ve acted to her? like yes she’ll be the biggest bitch in the island but would he be the annoying little brother or the protective one bc she has no taste in men? - @zyafics

hahahaha he’s both. she’s fucking dads okay. so she’s living her best little life, being a sugar baby and he’ll be like, “he’s way too old for you. he’s dad age and they went to college together.” like shut the fuck up and let her be.

on the other hand, she’ll come home and he’s on the couch eating her food and watching tv telling her he’s spending the night for a while and how dad and sarah pisses him off.

she’s his safe space honestly. they’re the closest of the siblings. he likes having her approval and would do anything to anyone if they hurt her.

her name would be something like christina or christy for short

[rekrappeter]

please do not repost my writing on any other social media platform. I write because I enjoy it, and I share because I want you to be able to enjoy it as well.

last updated: 01 March 23

jj maybank

illicit affairs || series || [completed; 8/8]

The last thing you expected entering an anonymous chat room was to be connected with a man from the same island. nevermind, building a proper bond with them through late-night messages, not knowing who or what they were. you told them everything, you leaned on them in times of need. it was a secret you held tightly, even from your boyfriend, Topper. But what happens when you find out the stranger you’ve fallen in love with is the man that despises you for being a kook, the one and only JJ Maybank?

august || angst, fluff

y/n returns to the island for her yearly visit with her cousin, Kiara. she loves everything about the outer banks, except one impossible blonde hair, blue eyed boy

back in love || slight angst, fluff

three years since he left, he comes knocking on your door

friends || fluff

friends to lovers

rafe cameron

how to be a heartbreaker || series || [completed] co-authored w/ @matthewtkachuk​ /only updating this now whoopssss​

Rafe Cameron’s privileged upbringing has let him get away with far too much, for far too long. Between his tormenting of the pogues, running his mouth without consequence, and arrogant attitude, it’s time someone knocked him down a peg. Breaking his bones didn’t work, but maybe you can break his heart.

what you want || nsfw

you become obsessed with how rafe cameron feels inside you

over again || nsfw

being best friends with sarah cameron has it’s perks, her brother is the cherry on top

incompatible || nsfw

in which pogues and kooks turn out to be very compatible and fall in love

late nights || fluff

rafe returns home late at night after three days away

sex and cigarettes || nsfw

reader comes home late at night and is met with a glorious image of rafe cameron - the title says it all

forever feels like home || nsfw

when rafe cameron goes to prison for the murder of peterkins, you find comfort in the company of jj maybank and start to rebuild your life despite the gossip and rumours being spread about you. But when rafe gets released, it gets complicated

blurbs

“i’m still a little bit here”

“feel this way with no chemicals”

pope heyward

to be loved by you || angst

people are made to be loved, but not every love is shared

my angel, my darling || fluff

pope and y/n always find themselves paired up when things go wrong.

topper thornton 

underneath the mistletoe || fluff

extras

blurbs involving sugar daddy!ward cameron

september blurbs

[babeydollx]

Daddy's Girl {Ward Cameron}

Warnings: cursing, oral sex (female receiving), daddy kink

Pairings: Ward Cameron x Female Kook Reader

Summary: You are at the country club with your friends when you notice Ward there with his family, and Ward can't seem to keep his eyes off you.

Requested: yes

Word Count: 800+

a/n: sorry I may upload a lot today, tryna get these requests done lmao. Also if you don't like Ward Cameron, that's fine then just don't read it.

You sipped your drink. You were just at the country club with your best girl friends. You all were talking but your gaze kept trailing back to Ward Cameron who was sitting with Rose, Rafe, and Wheezie but, his eyes were on you.

You tried to stay in the conversation your friends were having but you couldn't help but keep looking back to Ward, who couldn't help but look back as you as well. You knew he knew that you knew he was eyeing him, and he knew that you started doing the same.

You bit your lip gently making Ward smirk a little. You squeezed your legs together. You could already feel the wetness building up. You looked back to your friends, then to Ward, then to the washroom.

"I'll be back guys." You said as you got up and smoothened your dress before walking to the washroom. You walked in and walked to the sink looking in the mirror. The truth was, you and Ward Cameron had a thing going for awhile.

Even though Ward was with Rose and you had a boyfriend, you couldn't help but want that man. He was definitely a dilf. At first it just started out with a hook up, you didn't know where that would go but you were happy it led to something more.

After the hook up the two of you started seeing eachother more often, as much as you could. He was both your daddy and your sugar daddy. You swore he spend more money on you than he did Rose. You two kept up the affair longer then you two secretly started dating.

You loved him and didn't want it to just be hook ups and luckily for you, he loved you too but, you had a boyfriend and he was with Rose so it could never be public. Plus he was way older than you and society would frown upon it.

You herd the bathroom door open and you turned around to see Ward walking in. He shut the door and locked it then walked over to you. You giggled and leaned up to kiss him making him smile into the kiss.

You knew that you made him happier than Rose did. Rose was a bitch, she didn't deserve him. He pulled back and cupped your face, brushing him thumb on your cheek gently, smiling down at you.

"God I love you." He said and kissed your forehead making you smile.

"I love you too." You giggled. "I saw you eyeing me out there." You said looking up at him.

"How could I not eye you? You're so fucking sexy." Ward sad with a smirk as he lifted you up and put you on the sink. You giggled and bit your lip as he spread your legs wide and he smirked when he saw you were soaking through your panties.

"Already wet for me, hm?" He smirked. You bit your lip nodding. "You naughty girl." Ward said as he hooked his finger under your panties then slid them off. You spread your legs even more for him and he smirked and looked up at you before diving in.

You gasped and moaned out as you put your hands through his hair. The feelings of his beard against your pussy drove you crazy but you fucking loved it. He was eating you out like he had been starving. You threw your head back and tugged on his hair.

You accidentally moaned out too loudly and Ward grabbed your thigh tightly making you whimper. He looked up at you.

"Shh.. you need to be quiet for daddy okay? As much as I love hearing those beautiful moans, you have to be quiet ok sweetheart?" He said. You nodded and he went back to eating you out. You could already feel the knot growing in your stomach and he could tell you were close.

"You gonna cum sweetheart?" He asked against your pussy.

"Fuck.. yeah I'm gonna cum!" You said and moaned out quietly.

"Cum for me baby." He said. With that your legs began to tremble and you came on his tongue. He came back up, his beard now wet from your juices and he leaned in and kissed you. You smiled into the kiss and then he pulled back and cleaned off his beard before helping you get dressed again.

"Rose, Wheezie and Rafe won't be home tonight. You should come over, ok?" Ward asked.

"I'll be there." You said with a giggle. Ward gave you one last kiss before unlocking the restroom door and walking out back to Rose, Rafe and Wheezie. You went back to your friends and pretended like you didn't just let Ward Cameron eat you out.

a/n: I hope y'all enjoyed this story!

[rafeyscurtainbangs]

Peach Part 2 of 2 (Rafe Cameron Two Shot) +18

+18 Minor DNI

CollegeStudent!Rafe x Ward'sSugarBaby!Reader

⭐️ republished ⭐️

+18 Minor DNI

Part 1

📖 Rafe has a thing for his dad's sugar baby (reader)

🪄 warning (contains spoilers): somnophilia, cheating, swearing, degradation, name-calling, pet names, oral (fem. receiving), eral (male receiving), ownership kink, reader’s a sugar baby, rough sex, nipple play, ehoking, creampie, & cum play, no use of y/a but everyone refers to her as the pet name Peach, softish rafe but he’s kinda mean here and there, breeding kink, brief smut (kisses and pushing fingers in) with Ward

✨ You walk a few paces, just two doors down from the locker room. Rafe steps out from behind the door, adjusting his tie dramatically before running his fingers through his romp-tousled hair. He looks over at you, giving you a little wink before shuffling away. ✨

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Reader’s POV:

Rafe chuckles darkly, rolling his eyes to yours, giving you a look that speaks volumes. “Why don’t you let me know in two minutes? Huh? I’m sure that’s how long he’ll last.” He reaches down, snagging your little panties off the floor, stuffing them in his powder blue suit pocket.

Rafe reaches out his hand, helping you off the couch. Your knees wobble as you continue to come down from your high off his fingers and lips alone.

Everything with Ward was ruined the moment you and Rafe were alone. Was I hoping for this all along? Was a part of me just trying to get closer to Rafe from the beginning? I mean, it seems like it. All I know is I made a mess for myself and fast.

Rafe opens the door for you, hanging back as his hand continues to hold yours, lingering until the last moment before pressing a soft kiss on top. “You know where to find me. Yeah?” You look up at Rafe, the dark room matching his darkened eyes. He smiles smugly as you give him a timid nod. “Good girl.” Rafe releases your hand; the door fanning shut, closing off the two of you from each other.

You walk a few paces, just two doors down from the locker room. Rafe steps out from behind the door, adjusting his tie dramatically before running his fingers through his romp-tousled hair. He looks over at you, giving you a little wink before shuffling away.

Fuck me.

“Ward!” You gasp. Your stomach turns, déjà vu hitting you like you’d pressed rewind. Ward slams his lips against yours, taking your breath away. You pinch your eyes shut, praying silently that he doesn’t smell his son’s rich cologne lingering on your skin.

Your long nails scratch through his hair, making him moan and you shudder into your kiss as he pulls you deeper into the room; your guilt mounting by the second. The shame feels heavy, a suffocating weight pressing down on your chest.

“Where were you, baby girl? You were gone too long,” he whispers against your mouth as he lays you back on the smooth top of the billiards table.

“I ran into one of the wives,” you pant, your heart racing with your thoughts. “M’sorry.”

“It’s alright. As long as I have you with me it doesn’t matter, Peach.” His rough fingers meet the inside of your thighs, moving higher and higher. No. No. Fuck. My panties- “No panties. Huh? Such a needy thing for Daddy. You couldn’t even bother wearing that little set I bought you. Could you?”

You clear your throat in an attempt to clear your mind. “No – no. I need you. Please,” you whimper. Your nerves and unease, muddled for sheer unadulterated want. You swallow thickly as Ward’s fingers push inside you.

“Fuck, princess… Have you been thinkin’ about me? You’re so wet,” he lauds. “Why didn’t you tell me?“

“Hurry. Please. C’mon, Daddy-”

“Gotta be real quiet, Peach. I’d hate for the other guys to know just how good Ward Cameron takes care of his girl. You’re drippin’ just thinking about it, Sugar-” You grab him by the root of his hair, silencing his ignorance with your drenched pussy.

Goddamnit, Rafe.

Rafe was right… As much as I hate to admit it. Ward didn’t stand a chance. Yet another fake orgasm for the books. After we got back to the event all I wanted was Rafe’s attention. / craved it. I craved him. I wanted his eyes on me and his lips on mine. / wanted to finish what we started. Rafe acted like it was nothing at all… ignoring me which made me fight for his focus even more. Ward’s son going as far as flirting with other women. Just taunting me further.

I couldn’t take it any longer, my mind stuck on Rafe, Rafe, Rafe while I listened to Ward snore. I weighed my options for a moment. Sure, I feel guilty. I know what I did was wrong. But, I can’t take the risk.

I need to do something fast. I need Rafe.

You look down at him, his large toned body tangled in sheets. Your manicured finger traces his rosy bottom lip as you study his features – the man, just as beautiful when he sleeps. You grab the bow at your waist, loosening the satin strap, letting it fall to your feet leaving you bare just like him.

Your pussy throbs with anticipation, thinking about Rafe’s words just a few hours before, hearing just how bad he wanted you for himself. Your fingers brush over his gold chain, to his strong chest, following the divet of his abs; flexing under your touch to his slight happy trail.

Rafe rolls to his back, pitching the linen sheet eversoslighty as his dick starts to respond to your touch. You let out a needy moan as you pull back the sheet, his long, thick cock just begging to be licked, sucked, and fucked. You reach down, gliding your fingers through your pussy, gathering your wetness as you climb on top of him.

You take hold of the base of his dick, tracing up slowly, feeling him get heavier in your hand the harder he gets. His fat pink tip, shift to a deeper hue as you watch a little pearl of precum gather at his slit growing larger with each stroke. He’s so fucking big… Your mouth waters at the sight of him.

Your tongue traces along a vein, catching his precum as it drips down slowly down the side. You lick a few fat stripes up his shaft, kissing wetly as his dick twitches in your palm. You groan onto his cock as your warm wet mouth wraps around his swollen tip. A sleepy moan follows from Rafe as you suckle on his head, flicking your tongue to tease.

You caress his balls as you take him to the back of your throat. “Fuck,” Rafe gasps, “Oh. Oh, Fuckkk.” His surprise pivots to pleasure in an instant. “Goddamn, princess… Took you long enough,” He hums as he gathers your hair in his hand, pushing it out of the way to get a better look. “I knew you’d flip, baby doll. You were mine the moment I saw you.”

Rafe pushes you a little further, releasing a needy moan at your gag reflex. Tears roll down your cheeks as you take almost all of him, pulling off slowly, swirling to the tip making his eyelashes flutter. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” he moans as he throws his head back on the pillow. “Gonna bust my load already… You have any idea how good this feels? Such a fuckin’ slut, ma… You already know how to suck me just like I like,” he sighs blissfully, catching the mess of saliva dripping from the corner of your lips before sucking it clean.

Rafe blows out a breath as you start to stroke him with your mouth, rolling his heavy balls in your small hand. You release his cock with a pop, causing him to let out a grunt for more, almost instantly eased by your fist, jerking him off.

You can feel your wetness, trickling from your pussy, seeping down your inner thigh. “I can’t wait to fuck you, princess. I already fucked my fist twice since we got back, just dreamin’ about that sweet pussy of yours.”

Twisting your hand at the base you bob up and down. Rafe follows your strokes, pressing you lower as he mumbles more words of praise. “He doesn’t deserve this. You’re perfect. This fuckin’ mouth, baby. You can get anything you want from me. Wanna breed this perfect pussy. Really make you mine.” You hollow your cheeks, milking his cock, making him groan and shift on the mattress, cutting off his babbling. “Gonna cum… let me have it, baby. Let me fuck it deep in your cunt. Yeah? I won’t stop. I’ll keep going. Just let me fill you up.”

You come off his dick, crawling toward his lips as Rafe grips himself. You moan in unison as you take every inch. Rafe’s balls squish against your ass as his eyes roll to the back of his skull. You feel his cock twitch, throbbing inside your sensitive cunt as he fills whatever space is left, stuffing you to the brim with his load.

“Fuckk, baby. Holy shit. I… Mmm… I’ll take care of you. Alright?” He pants as his eyes lift open on yours. “Say somethin’, princess.”

“Okay, daddy-”

”Daddy?“ He echoes, his pleading tone turning smug as he gets exactly what he wanted.

Rafe captures your lips in a heated kiss, deepening it in a moment. Your mouth moves with Rafe’s, exploring and savoring the taste of his soft lips and tongue. Your hands roam his body, pulling him closer and closer. You grind and swivel your hips nice and slow, moaning and whining against his mouth as his cock hits all the right spots.

Rafe’s lips separate from yours, making you chase his kiss. He rest his large palms on your hips, lifting you slightly to hover you over his still rock-hard cock. You feel Rafe’s cum drip from your pussy, catching the head of his pulsing dick before rolling down his shaft.

His dark eyes lift to yours, making chills fall down your spine. ”Don’t worry, princess. Gonna fuck it all back in you I promise.“ He mumbles through raspy whisper as he drags you to his lips. His hand weaves through your hair, wrapping the other around your waist before pulling you down to the mattress.

Rafe lays you out, eyeing your slick slit making you whimper as he traces his digits through the mess, lifting it to your lips. You taste the both of you on your tongue; Rafe, letting you suck on his fingers for a moment. You swirl your tongue as your eyes stay locked on his.

“You’re such a filthy whore, baby. Just perfect for me-”

”Please, Rafe…“ You whimper the second he pulls them out, frantic and aching for him to plug you just like before.

”What was that, princess?“ He asks, cocking an eyebrow in your direction as he clutches your legs, curling them over his broad shoulders.

”Please, daddy.“

”Mmm… Mhmm. There it is. There’s my girl,” he sighs as pushes into you once more. Your mouth hangs open as he bottoms you out; Rafe making you squeal in pain and pleasure as he plows himself flush with you, pressing his body weight down on you to fold you in half.

“So big, daddy,” you weep.

Rafe pecks a soft kiss on your quivering lips. “You alright, baby?” He whispers as he drags himself out.

“So fucking good. I wanna cum on your cock. I need it-”

He sucks his teeth and chuckles malevolently. ”How long has it been, Peach?“ His tone almost guised for genuine concern.

“Rafe…” you plead.

”No shit? Fuck. That’s so embarrassing for him… You poor little thing. M’gonna make you cum again and again until the only man you remember owning this perfect pussy is me.“ You bite your lip and nod as Rafe throws his hips into you.

His lips locks with yours, moaning and blissful cries exchanged. Rafe’s hips slap against the back of your thighs; his dewy forehead, nestled against yours, stealing glances from time to time to watch his cum-covered cock dip in and out.

He picks up speed, feeling your walls drawn in around him. His large wooden bed frame knocks against the wall, making your eyes widen. ”Rafe s-stop… Just – just slow down.“

“I ain’t stoppin’,” he grunts, snapping his hips a little more. The rhythmic banging surely heard from rooms away. “I told you I’m gonna take care of you. That means takin’ care of him. Aight? Don’t worry, baby. Daddy’s got you. Now c’mon, princess, don’t hold out on me. Let him hear how it sounds when his little doll cums… My little doll.”

His strong hands grip your hips, using them as leverage to drill into you, making you scream. You throw your head back, eyes shut tight as you feel yourself about to fall apart. Your mouth draws open as a string of curses and praise flows freely. “Rafe. Fuck!” You moan as your pleasure releases, pussy pulsing around his big cock as you cum hard. Rafe fucks you through it as stars dance in your eyes, his stamina unmatched as he continues to rut into you.

“Holy shit, da-”

“Peach?” You hear Ward call.

Your heads snap toward the door, Rafe not missing a beat. “Oops. Think someone’s lookin’ for you, Peach.”

“OPEN THE GODDAMN DOOR!”

“Uh yeah, Pops. We’re kinda busy in here,“ Rafe drones; his voice hoarse and worn with pleasure. ”Ain’t that right, baby?”

Ward starts to bang on the door as Rafe starts to thrust quicker, keeping time with the rapid pounding of Ward’s fists. The door handle jiggles as he fights with the locked handle.

“Rafe…” You sniffle as tears of pleasure leak from your eyes.

“Me too, princess. Fuck. Me too,” he coos. Rafe slips his hand low; his adept fingers brushing fast.

“Yes, daddy. Just – Just like that.”

“I need it baby… Cum for me one more time,” he grunts.

You cry out as your orgasm spills over, soaking his cock, and wetting the sheets below. ”That’s it… Good fuckin’ girl.“ Rafe leans in close, caging your body in. His lips brush against the shell of your ear, breathing rapidly. ”Squirtin’ on my cock, angel? I’m such a fuckin’ showin’ off. Told you. didn’t I? No one’s gonna take care of you like me.”

“Ugh, shit. I’m yours. M’yours, Daddy.”

“Yeah you are… Fuckin’ right. All mine.” His hips snap into you one last time, filling you with his warmth, toppling down on top of you. You can feel everything at this moment, his release and your own, the two of you glazed with sweat. Rafe’s lips press against your just as you hear the door force open.

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Requested by MEEEEEE lol / Summary: Rafe has nowhere else to go after Ward kicks him out of the house and he finds himself on the doorstep of your house. What will the rest of the pogues think of your new roommate?  

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It was way passed one o clock in the morning when you woke up to someone knocking on the door. “no... shut up..” You groan, turning over and pulling your pillow over your ear to block out the knocking. 

Part of you should have probably been worried to be woken from your slumber to someone knocking, but you lived on the cut and lived in the marsh where you didn’t have anything worth stealing. You should have also been worried about being home alone, but your father worked an oil rig off shore and he wasn’t home months at a time, so you were use to being home alone. 

The person continued to knock and you muttered some curse words before finally tossing the blankets off you and heading toward your front door, “I’m coming! Jesus..” You had to rub the sleep out of your eyes to make sure you weren’t dreaming and to make sure your mind playing tricks on you because this had to be a dream. Rafe Cameron is standing at your door. 

“I had no where else to go.” He croaks as he lets his shoulders fall, “He kicked me out.” 

You and Rafe weren’t for the usual pogue vs kook thing like everyone else on the island was. You’d even go far enough to call yourself friends. Friends who’d had a few intimate moments. 

You ushered him into the house and closed the door behind him before wrapping your arms around him in a hug. It was then that he let everything out and started to cry in your arms. “I’ll never be good enough for him...” 

You two stayed up talking for the longest where he’d explained what went down before Ward kicked him out. You offered your place to stay for as long as he needed, but he would need to pull his own weight, which meant trying to find a job. He turned his nose up at the suggestion, “Me? Rafe Cameron working?” 

“If you want to eat and live then yeah. You, Rafe Cameron working.” You laughed, shoving his shoulder, “It’s called not everyone has a rich daddy.”  

He groaned as he fell back on the bed, “How horrid!” 

“I do it almost everyday! It’s not that bad.” You laid down next to him, “I’ll ask around, see if I can find you something.” 

He turns his head to look at you, “Thank you. For letting me crash and offering to help find a job.” 

“I’m just paying you back for saving my ass that night.” You’d been at the wrong place, wrong time and was about to be arrested for it when Rafe had appeared out of no where and talked to the officer. Telling the officer you’d been with him the whole time and weren’t anywhere near what had happened. 

He turns on his side and props himself up on his arm, “Couldn’t let you go to jail. You’re too pretty for jail.” 

You can’t help but let your heart flutter at his words. He was serious with his compliment but you weren’t sure how to react. Deciding to play it off, you playfully roll your eyes, “And you’re too pretty to live on the streets.” You laugh and reach over to turn off your light, “Let’s go to sleep.” 

~ 

“What the hell is this!” Kie screeched as she’d opened the door to your bedroom, the pogues behind her. You all had plans today to go fishing, but you weren’t waiting on the dock when they arrived so they decided to see what the hold up was. They didn’t expect to find you curled in bed with Rafe Cameron. 

“Shit!” You quickly sit up, remembering the plans you all had, “It’s not what it looks like.” 

“Not what it looks like?!” JJ asks. 

“Looks like you’re in bed with Rafe Cameron!” John B adds. 

You groan and throw the covers off you, getting out of bed, shooing them out the room, “I’ll explain.” 

Rafe groaned as he woke up, “What’s going on?” 

“Nothing.. just go back to bed.” You said softly, pushing the pogues out of the room. “I’ll handle this.” 

He watches as you push the pogues out of your room and shut the door. Uh oh. 

~ 

“What the hell y/n? Have you lost your mind?” Kie asks as soon as y’all make it to the living room. 

“Out of everyone, Rafe Cameron?” Pope asks, “He’s given us shit for months!” 

“Like I said before, it’s not what it looks like. We didn’t sleep together.” You head into the kitchen to make you a cup of coffee, the pogues following. 

“Then why is Rafe Cameron in your bed?” John B asks. 

You debate telling them the truth; “Can you guys just trust me when I tell you it’s not what it looks like?” 

“No, we can’t. Not after everything that asshole has done to us.” JJ answers, “He’s a snake and a kook. There shouldn’t be a reason for him in your bed.” 

“Okay first of all, who is in my bed is none of your concern.” You warn JJ with a point of a finger, “You’ve fucked almost every girl on the island and every touron who gives you a look, so you can’t say shit. and second, he’s a friend who needed a place to crash, so I gave him one.” 

John B scoffs at that, “What Tanneyhill didn’t have enough rooms for him?” 

“No asshole, his dad kicked him out. You happy now?” You grab the sugar and cream and set them on the counter. 

“It’s Rafe Cameron, he could have gone to anyone else on this island. I mean anyone, he’s friends with everyone. But.. why you?” Pope asks with suspicion. 

“Yeah, y/n. Why would he come to you, a pogue he is supposed to hate looking for a place to stay?” Kie asks, crossing her arms over her chest. 

“You know that night you all ditched me after shit went down at the Boneyard? Yeah well, Rafe was the one who talked me out of being arrested.” You look up at them, “He’s the one who saved my ass while you all just ditched.” 

“We couldn’t get arrested either. You could have ran.” JJ scoffs, “We all did.” 

“They already had it surrounded by the time I reached the tree lines.” 

“Okay but that still doesn’t answer the question of why you.” John B says, his hands on the island in front of him. 

“I don’t know john b maybe he sees me as a friend?! If you haven’t noticed, he’s stopped fucking with you guys, including me. The kooks who mess with us aren’t his buddies. He’s a good guy, if you’d just get to know him. If you’d just give him a chance.” 

Kie gives a half-hearted laugh, “Get to know him.. Yeah okay. You mean sleep with him, don’t you? You’ve slept with him?” 

You step up at Kie, “Like I told JJ, who I fuck is none of your concern.” 

“Alright. let’s just calm down.” Pope mutters, stepping between the two of you, “Kie, y/n is right. Who she.. sleeps with isn’t our concern.” 

“Yeah but y/n you should have told us about this. About you and Rafe. Maybe it wouldn’t have come with such a shock.” John B states with a shrug. 

“It would have been the same reaction you all have now. What does that matter? You all would still be scolding me for getting even close to Rafe or thinking of him as a friend.” 

“She’s right though.” JJ mutters and gives a shrug when the pogues look at him, “I mean it’s the truth. You guys really think we’d be okay with it if she told us it from the beginning?” 

“Fine whatever, okay then why is he here? Why’d his dad kick him out?” 

“I don’t-” 

“Because I didn’t want anything to do with him or his business.” Rafe interrupts, walking into the kitchen and to your side at the counter, “He wanted me to take over the company, be just like him and I said no.” He glances down at you then back up at the pogues, “Plus, I told him I was in love with someone he didn’t approve of.” 

~ 

“You’re.. in love with her?” JJ asks, pointing to you. 

You’re looking up at Rafe in disbelief, “Me?” 

He scratches the back of his neck, “yeah.. I mean this wasn’t how I wanted to tell you...” 

“I love you too..” You whisper with a smile and pull him in for a kiss. 

“oh no.. don’t do it.” JJ groans covering his eyes. 

“Well shit.” John B mutters. 

“I guess pogues vs kooks is over now?” Pope asks. 

Rafe smiles into the kiss, holding you against his body, “I guess I’m a pogue now that I’ve been kicked out?” 

You shook your head with a laugh, “Oh honey, you’re definitely still a kook.” 

“yeah no you’ve never worked a real job in your life.” Kie laughs, “You’re a kook.” 

What else was there to say to you? He loved you, you loved him. The pogues were your friends and even though they’d have to get use to it, they’d still support you and Rafe’s relationship because that’s what friends are for. 

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all i can think of right now is topper finding out about rafe and barry being fuck buddies and him getting all protective and rafe trying to convince him barry’s chill

Okay so this turned out pretty fluffy hehe Or at least it’s a super fluffy ending. I hope you like it and thank you for your prompt!!! :)

(Warnings: Mentions of suicidal thoughts, hospitalization, and rehab for an addiction)

A few tough topics in the characters’ pasts but I swear it’s a nice happy ending for everyone!

“Sooo, this is the new place, huh?” Topper eyed each corner of the screened in patio carefully, as if he were expecting a terrible surprise if he sat down in the wrong place.

Rafe couldn’t exactly blame him for that. He had found a few needles in the couch cushions once upon a time, before he’d moved in permanently and cleaned the place up. But Barry didn’t deal with the hardcore shit anymore and customers weren’t always lingering all over the place now that there was a legal storefront where they could pick up their weed then take it home to smoke.

“Home sweet home.” Rafe confirmed, tossing Topper a beer when he finally settled on a place to sit down. “Like what I did with the furniture out here? Now these couches match the one in the living room.”

Topper nodded with a thoughtful hum. “Sugar Daddy let you splurge a little on the remodeling?” He questioned and Rafe rolled his eyes.

“Shut up. He’s not my sugar daddy. We’re getting married.”

Topper hadn’t opened his drink yet, even as Rafe was downing his own, perched contently on the armrest next to his best friend and just looking like he was at ease with the world.

That was a look Topper had never seen on Rafe, but still, he wasn’t going to just give this guy his blessing without making him work a little first. He’d heard some troubling stories about Rafe’s knight in not so shiny armor, and he felt it was his responsibility to look out for his buddy, since Ward Cameron obviously wouldn’t.

“You look…happy?” Topper tried to sound convincing, like he actually bought the idea already that Rafe was making the right call with this guy.

“You sound surprised.” Rafe raised a brow, setting his beer aside and wiping a line of foam from his mouth. “Look, man, I know it’s not figure eight worthy or anything but it’ll grow on you.”

“Rafe.” Topper ran his hands over his face.

“It’s not the scum on the siding is it?” Rafe asked. “Barry’s uncle’s supposed to come and power wash that before the wedding.”

“No, no, the house isn’t the problem, man.” Topper met Rafe’s eyes again, gathering the courage to ask him some harder questions. “I’m worried about you being with this dude.” He confessed. “I know he sells pot in town now, but he used to be a coke dealer right?”

Rafe scrunched up his nose. “Used to be doesn’t mean he is now.” He huffed defensively. “I used to be an addict. Now I’m not. And Barry changed a lot for me…”

“Didn’t he get you addicted in the first place?”

“So fucking what?” Rafe growled, doing his best to remember the breathing techniques that were supposed to help him settle in moments of frustration and anger. “He got clean when I did.” He told Topper, fists slowly beginning to unclench at his sides. “And if it wasn’t for him, I’d still be a mess in the head. You know he was the one who finally took me to talk to somebody, right? Ward didn’t do shit besides throw a few checks to the rehab place…Barry was there for me, man. When I went in, when I got home. He really got me through everything. Even now he always keeps up with my appointments, reminds me to take my pills and all that.”

Topper felt a bit guilty now. He’d just assumed that it had been Ward who finally caved and started paying attention to Rafe’s problems.

That is what a father would do, after all. Eventually. Hopefully. But in Rafe’s case, apparently his “father” hadn’t come through. His fiancé had.

“Did he uh…Did he take you to the hospital that one night?” Topper inquired. He tried to keep the memories of that particular evening to a minimum. It scared him even now, thinking of Rafe in the worst state he’d ever been in, storming out of his house with a gun and shouting about putting himself out of his own misery. He’d claimed it would be the best thing for them all.

It wouldn’t have been and Topper knew it even then, but while his words hadn’t been enough to stop Rafe that night, this new guy’s supposedly had.

Topper called Rafe’s phone a million times after he’d left and finally the next morning he’d gotten a text back.

“Rafe’s fine. Took him to ER. They keepin him for a few days.”

Topper had this confirmed himself, hurrying to the hospital and asking after his best friend, almost sobbing and tears ready to pour down his face as he panicked to the nurse at the front desk of the psychiatric ward.

“Mr. Cameron is safe and that is all I can tell you for now.”

Normally Topper would argue for more information but the knowledge alone that Rafe was still breathing was plenty to put his mind at ease.

At least it was until Rafe disappeared for a long time after that.

Topper had gotten one phone call and this time it was Rafe himself, just after getting out of the hospital three days after the incident.

“Listen, I’m going away for a bit.” He’d told Topper. “If Dad asks, tell him I’m fine. I’ve got a um…a friend…with me. He’s gonna take me to Dallas. There’s a rehab program there that’s supposed to be good.”

Topper remembers feeling relieved and fearful at the same time, happy for his friend that he was finally getting some help but wondering who on earth he’d gotten mixed up with that was taking him all the way to Texas.

“Tell your friend to take care of you, alright, man?” He’d pleaded with Rafe. “Stay safe, bud. We’ll celebrate when you come back.”

“For sure.” Rafe hadn’t sounded very hopeful then but now, Topper saw a completely different person when he looked at his best friend.

He was happy, peaceful, finally able to live his life without fear of Ward’s tyranny…and he was getting married soon. To a guy that Topper still hadn’t met, but that had done a lot for Rafe.

When the front door to the trailer opened and shut and footsteps could be heard walking through the living room, Topper wasn’t sure whether he wanted to try to be as thankful or as intimidating as possible.

“Yo, baby!” A thickly accented voice called once the man it belonged to reached the kitchen to grab a drink for himself out of the fridge. “You home? Where’s your little friend, huh? Thought we was grabbin’ somethin’ to eat!”

“Out here!” Rafe answered, smiling even before his fiancé came to stand in the doorway of the patio.

He looked like quite a rough character, and in fact…Topper recognized him.

“You!?” He let the demand for an explanation fall straight from his dropped jaw.

“Yeah, me.” Barry snorted, setting the beer he was carrying aside and holding his arms out for Rafe. “Where’s my welcome home kisses, sweet thang. Come here and let me squeeze you a little.” He pulled Rafe into his arms and held him tight, kissing against his neck and then pressing one gentle peck to his lips. “Thought I told you not to go gettin any prettier while I was gone.” He grinned, and Rafe just looked so…in love? Topper couldn’t believe his eyes.

“Hey tone it down in front of Top, babe. Alright?” Rafe was blushing and unable to hide the fond little grin he wore once Barry sat him back down. “He’s a little squirmy about this kinda thing.”

Barry turned to look at Topper, eyes scanning the younger man up and down before he nodded his approval. “You the one that calls in to check on Country Club all the time, ain’t ya?” He asked.

Topper nodded. “He’s my best friend.” He confirmed to Barry. “Just wanna be sure he’s doing alright still.”

Barry gave Topper a friendly smile then and whacked him on the back in a brotherly manner. “You alright, man. We’ll get along just fine…Baby Cakes? You take your medicine this mornin’ after I left?” His full attention was back on Rafe, sitting back on the nearest couch and pulling his fiancé down onto his lap to hug on him.

Alright. This was good. Topper was convinced that he could be friends with Barry.

Maybe Rafe had better taste in men than he’d once thought.