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whor3ing · 12 days ago

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𝑮𝒐𝒅𝒔 & 𝑴𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 | 𝑹.𝑪

Rafe Cameron x f!reader

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

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IN WHICH.. you, a pouge and JJ Maybank's sister; find yourself caught up in the dangerous world of Rafe Cameron. A world where tattoos, guns, and shady deals intertwine with magnetic, reckless attraction. With a gun in his hand and a taunting smirk on his face, Rafe pushes you to your limits, causing you to question if you've just made the biggest mistake of your life or if you've found something worth all of the danger.

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word count : 8.5k ♡ (plot heavy)

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

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

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

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

You rolled your eyes, shifting uncomfortably in your seat. “Yeah, and if we’re not careful, we’ll be thrown out just as fast," you murmured, tugging at the hem of your dress.

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

You weren’t used to dressing like this—like them. But tonight, the whole point was to simply to blend.

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

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

JJ smirked, leaning against the car as he waited for the two of you. “Yeah, but we did make it out, didn’t we?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rafe’s smirk only widened, his gaze flicking over to the crowd around him. “It’s all about who’s holding it,” he said, the words low and smooth, almost like a warning. “Don’t forget that.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The room fell silent.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m here because I wanted to be."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rafe stood by the door for a moment, watching you as you grabbed a first aid kit from a shelf nearby. You could feel his gaze on you, intense as he stood against the frame of the door.

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

He raised an eyebrow, but did as you said, sinking down onto the couch with a grunt. You moved around him, gathering supplies and perching yourself on the couch next to him, his hand reaching over to rest on your thigh, whether he noticed he did that or not.

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

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

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

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

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

The light reflected off his skin in a way that made the muscles look so fucking good, creating shadows and highlights along his chest and stomach. His face and his body was a completely lethal combo, and there was no way to describe him other than perfection.

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

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

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

He sighed, letting his head fall back against the couch, closing his eyes for a moment, wincing as you bandage up his cuts. Your eyes lingering a little too long at the ink on his skin, dark tattoos that sprawled across his lower stomach, intricate designs that dipped dangerously close to his V-line, disappearing beneath the waistband of his jeans. You couldn’t help but stare, your fingers hesitating over the fresh scrapes on his ribs.

Rafe noticed. Of course, he did.

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re really making this about me right now?” His voice was thick with amusement as he saw your expression the moment you looked down at his hand,“Kinda cute, though. You worried about me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You gonna keep pretending you hate me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"God, you're so fucking good."

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

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

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

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

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

"Take my pants off for me, baby."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rafe's hands find their way to your head, gripping tightly as he guides your movements. "Oh fuck... stay right fucking there, don't you move.." He groans.

Rafe thrusts into your mouth, your saliva sliding all over his dick as he fucks into your throat, causing you to moan against his shaft. As you continue to bob your head up and down, taking him deeper into your throat, Rafe's hips start to buck wildly, his moans becoming more intense. You can feel his cock twitching, pulsing with every thrust, filling your mouth with his length.

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

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

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

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

You look down, propping a pillow behind your head as you see his length against you. Rafe's cock is so big that fully inside of you, he'll be inside of your stomach.

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

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

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

"You like it rough, don't you.. yeah?" Rafe chuckles, his lips against yours as he speaks, fucking you so good all at the same time. "You know why you like it rough.. You're a fucking.." He groans, cutting himself off, "Jesus... oh , fuckin' slut."

You're eyes close as you moan, feeling Rafe fucking Cameron so deep in your stomach. Something you had never expected to happen.

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

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

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

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

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

"Come for me again, come all over my cock.. god.." Rafe moans, feeling you spasm around his dick, but he doesn't stop fucking you. "I can feel you trembling on my cock, so close… don't hold back, just come on my cock."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

i had to add in the who did this to you trope, i just had to

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