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★ painal with bully!rafe and shy!reader

warnings: smut, anal, rafe hurting reader briefly, fluffy end word count: 1k

being cornered by rafe was nothing new to you. getting towered by him as he spat insults and threats down at your quivering figure. in order to make it stop, you promised that you'd let him fuck your ass if he brought his abuse to a halt.

rafe had never agree'd on something so fast.

you were lying stomach down on his bed, your plump ass perked in the air just for him. you were bare naked, with only your black knee high socks and ribbons in your hair to decorate your figure; rafe's favorite. he stood behind you, jerking his thick cock with the slick of his saliva as he watched your perfect ass wait obediently for him. you shivered as you felt him shift the bed, a heavy weight resting between your open knees.

"being so fucking good for knowing im gonna absolutely destroy you" he chuckled darkly, leaning over you to whisper in your ear. you flinched as you felt his heavy cock swing into your folds from his shift in position. your head bowed in preparation.

'only one time, cmon y/n you can do this, and he'll never bother you again' you thought to yourself. you leaned your weight back, getting on all fours for the man behind you.

rafe smiled against your cheek, kissing it mockingly before he positioned himself behind you. he grabbed the base of his slippery cock, rubbing the tip on your puckered entrance.

"ohhh fuck me..." rafe snickered before plunging into you slow. you muffled your pained cries into the sheets, biting down on them hard. rafe's eyes lulled back as your warm, wet hole suctioned him. he sworn he felt his soul getting sucked away. it seemed like forever until rafe bottomed out, his balls resting on your folds as he pressed all of his weight into your backside.

holy fucking shit. you were lightheaded and shaking as tears rolled down your cheeks.

"you sure this is worth it?" rafe teased, staying deep in you, stagnant.

you nodded with closed eyes, giving him the green light.

"just fucking hurt me already-" your voice cracked.

★

the room was filled with your pained shrieks and rafes animalistic grunts, paired with the loud rhythmic squeaks of the mattress being broken into. you sobbed as rafe rocked his cock deep into you from behind, your ass getting absolutely destroyed with every thrust. you knew better than to beg him to stop, so you bit your lip hard, staying quiet as you tried to find pleasure in the pain.

"oh- my fucking god, fuck yes!" he grunted loudly, savoring every delicious feeling of your perfect ass.

rafe looked down at the glorious sight; the fatty flesh bouncing back onto him as your puckered hole gripped his cock desperately. you mentally checked out, your body uncontrollably shaking as he corrupted you. rafe wiped his bangs from his face as he brought his leg up, perching it on the bed as the other stayed kneeled. he was oozing with uncontrollable lust, movements sporadic and primitive.

"you like taking it up the ass, you fucking slut? tsk tsk tsk, might have to come back for more after this" he threatened, holding your limp body up with his hands. you were past the point of screaming in pain and resorted to silence, body convulsing in response to his thrusts. you stared off into space as your ears rang, a black tunnel taking over your vision....

★

y/n, y/n?

you heard a sweet voice in the haze of your state. you lifted your head up as you felt kisses travel from your shoulder to your cheek, his body weight laying fully on top of you once again as you laid on your stomach. you didn't know how long you blacked out for, but you could sense a shift from the previous intense energy in the room.

rafe was still nested deep in your ass, but it was gentler somehow, softer. you purred slightly at the feeling of rafe kissing your lips, tongue gliding over your mouth as he rolled his hips into you, slowly and passionately. the sensation of his length burying deep didn't hurt anymore like before... it actually started to become very pleasurable.

"there she is..." rafe coo'ed at your eyes fluttering open, fixating on him and staring blankly like a newborn. he had one arm wrapped around your neck, holding you close, as the other was intertwining your hand on the bed. what happened to him?

"rafe-" you choked out, still looking back at him, face contouring from the new pleasure he was giving you.

"starting to feel good, huh? just let me finish you off, baby" he whispered, grinding himself as deep as he could in you, making your eyes roll back. you perched yourself on your elbows as you kept your eye contact, nodding and biting your lip in complete lust. he was a completely different person than before, encouraging your pleasure in the tenderest manner.

and it was the hottest fucking thing you ever witnessed.

“fuck me… oh my god….” you hiccuped weakly.

he was pounding into you so good. this new pleasure you felt was mind dumbing. you grinded back against his slow, deep thrusts, your body vibrating and glowing against his. rafe noticed your movements, smirking as he moved the hair out of your face.

"you like that?"

"mhmm-" you purred, biting your thumb as you looked up at him.

"want it harder?"

you nodded, teeth brushing against your thumb as you smiled.

rafe's pace sped up as he lifted his hips higher, pounding into your broken-in hole. he chuckled as you squealed in delight, holding the sheets in pleasure rather than pain. your legs began kicking up and down, hitting the mattress as you cried out for rafe like never before. a burst of pleasure flooded your body, hitting you like a wall, and rafe was not too far behind you.

"i-im close, y/n" he winced, holding your lower back in desperation.

you nodded in reply, throwing your ass back against him to meet his thrusts. rafe groaned painfully as he finally released his warm cum inside of you, pinning you down to the mattress with all his strength.

you hiccuped as he collapsed on top of you, his body writhing as he kissed your sensitive flesh, groping and caressing your tired body.

"my girl" he mouthed against your upper back. he rolled you over softly as he kneaded your sore body all night, whispering sweet nothings back to each other in a love drunk state.

you dont know what overcame rafe that night, but by the end, after endless kisses and pleading, he finally convinced you to let him take you out on a date.

for my baby @nemesyaaa <3

✦ 18+ smut ✦ minors dni ✦

warnings: 18+. public nudity, humping, humiliation, degrading names (not proofread)

rafe cameron x soft reader

imagine going on rafe’s boat to comfort him after one of his deals went bad.

you knew he would be mad. rafe hardly ever got into fights with barry or had any probelms with his deals, but when he did, he got mad.

it wasn’t like he lost a lot of money, but rafe cameron has the ego and arrogance of a king. he didn’t like losing any power he had.

that’s where you come in.

the first time rafe met you he was a little in disbelief at how sweet you were. he loved your kind persona, your soft features, and how shy you were in front of him. it didn’t take much encouragement for him to ask you out.

his sweet angel

when you got a call from rafe that started and ended with “get to the boat. now.” you knew he was in one of those moods. one of those moods where he had to have complete control over you. it was his way of reganing the power he felt he lost.

you knew better than to fight with rafe when he was like this, so you got in your car and drove down to the water. the cameron’s signature yacht was still parked at the dock, and you could make out a few people walking around on deck. probably barry and rafe’s friends.

you step out of the car and onto the dock, the sound of the water lapping against the shore filling the air. the sun was beginning to set, casting a warm orange glow over the marina. you take a deep breath, preparing yourself for what was to come. rafe's mood was unpredictable, and you knew that you had to tread carefully.

as you walked towards the yacht, you could see barry standing on the deck, his eyes fixed on you. he gave you a brief smirk before going into the cabin of the yacht.

you stepped onto the yacht, the polished wood creaking softly beneath your feet. the warm glow of the setting sun danced across the deck, casting long shadows behind the few people milling about.

as you approached the entrance, a figure emerged from the shadows, his eyes fixed intently on you. rafe's jaw was set, his eyes narrowed into slits, and his skin seemed to radiate an aura of tension. he was dressed in a crisp white shirt. the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

“hey rafey” you smile sweetly at the sight of your grumpy boyfriend, walking over and giving him a light kiss on the cheek. his jaw doesn't relax, but you notice a faint flicker in his eyes, a momentary lapse in his anger.

you can almost see the tension in his body, the way his muscles are coiled and ready to spring. you've learned to recognize the signs, to know when to tread carefully.

rafe's eyes narrow slightly as he looks at you, his gaze sweeping over your face as if searching for something. you can't quite tell what he's thinking, but you know better than to push him when he's like this.

“you took forever.” he says bluntly as he walks past you to the bar. he grabs himself a beer before sitting down on one of the outdoor couches. the sound of the beer bottle cap popping off echoes through the air, followed by the soft hiss of the carbonation escaping. rafe takes a long swig of the beer, his eyes never leaving the horizon as he gazes out at the marina.

you put your purse down on the polished wood floor, the soft thud echoing through the air as you walk over to rafe. the sound of the water lapping against the shore and the distant chatter of people on other boats create a soothing melody that seems to clash with the tension emanating from rafe's body.

you sit down next to him, your legs brushing against his as you settle into the couch. the cushions are plush and soft, but rafe's rigid posture makes him seem like a statue, unyielding and unrelenting.

"is everything okay?" you ask, your voice soft, trying to coax him out of his shell.

rafe puts his beer down on the table, the condensation on the bottle leaving a small ring on the polished surface. his eyes never leave yours as he reaches out, his hands grasping your hips and pulling you close to him. the movement is gentle, yet firm, and you can feel the tension in his body as he holds you in place.

“you’re a good girl for me, aren’t you angel?” he says quietly. you feel a flutter in your chest as you meet his gaze, the intensity in his eyes making your heart skip a beat.

you nod, the movement almost imperceptible, as you settle into rafe's lap. your hands instinctively reach out to grasp his shoulders, the muscles beneath your fingers tense.

the warmth of his skin seeps into your palms, and you can feel the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathes. the tension in his body is still palpable, but his grip on your hips relaxes slightly, his fingers easing into a gentle caress.

as you meet his gaze, you're struck by the intensity of his eyes. they seem to bore into your very soul, searching for something, though you're not quite sure what.

“that’s right. you’ll listen to me, won’t you?” he pulls your hips closer to him, so you’re sitting on his thigh. “i want you to make yourself feel good f’me. can you do that?”

you feel the heat emanating from his body, the tension in his muscles slowly giving way to a more primal energy. his eyes seem to burn with an inner fire, the intensity making your heart skip a beat as you meet his gaze.

you hesitate, your eyes darting towards the cabin where rafe’s friends are engrossed in the football game. the sound of talking carries across the deck, but it's muffled enough that you're not sure if they can hear your conversation. you glance over at the dock workers, but they're too far away to notice what's happening on the yacht.

"but - rafe, we're in public," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. you try to shift on his lap, but his grip on your hips tightens, holding you in place.

"don't fucking care. this is my boat, you're my girlfriend. now do what i say." his eyes never leave yours, the intensity in his gaze making your heart skip a beat.

as he speaks, his hand reaches under your short skirt, his fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of your thigh. you feel a flutter in your chest as he tugs the fabric of your panties to the side, the cool breeze from the water caressing your exposed skin.

you try to shift on his lap, but his grip on your hips tightens, holding you in place.

you too dumb, angel? you need daddy to start you out?" he says mockingly, his eyes glinting with a challenge as he pushes your puffy cunt against the tough fabric of his swim shorts. the friction making your folds gloss over with excitement, and you feel a flush rise to your cheeks as you try to process the sensations.

your hands instinctively tighten on his shoulders, the muscles beneath your fingers tensing as he continues to taunt you. his grip on your hips remains firm, holding you in place as he rocks you gently against him. “cmon, hump your pretty little pussy on me, baby.”

your face burns with a mix of embarrassment and arousal as you feel the friction between your body and rafe's. the sound of the football game and the murmur of the dock workers in the distance seem to fade away, leaving only the sound of rafe's voice and the gentle lapping of the water against the yacht.

your hips seem to move of their own accord, responding to rafe's words and the gentle pressure of his hands.

“rafe…” you whine desperately as you grind your throbbing clit against the tough fabric of his shorts, dropping your head on his shoulder. the warmth of his skin seeps into your cheek, and you can feel the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathes. his fingers dig deeper into your hips, holding you in place as you move against him.

"that's it, angel. show me how much you want it." his grip on your hips tightens, his fingers easing into a gentle caress as he rocks you gently against him.

rafe's voice is low and husky, the words sending a shiver down your spine as he speaks. "c'mere. rub that pretty thing on daddy's cock." he reaches into his shorts and pulls out his length without shame, his eyes never leaving yours as he guides your hips closer. you feel a flush rise to your cheeks as you gaze at his erection, the sight sending a flutter through your chest.

he pulls you closer, his fingers digging deeper into your hips as he positions you above him.

“put daddy’s cock in you, angel. show me how much you want it." his fingers dig deeper into your hips, holding you in place as he moves you to kneel above him.

your heart racing, you hesitate for a moment, your eyes darting towards the cabin where rafe's friends are. “rafe there’s too many people-”

rafe's grip on your hips tightens, his fingers digging deeper into your skin as he pulls you closer. His eyes never leave yours, the intensity in his gaze making your skin prickle. “no there’s not. now do what i told you to do. be a good girl”

you nod hesitantly and hold onto his shoulders for support. you press your wet cunt against the head of his cock, the sensitive skin of your folds parting to accommodate the tip. the gentle lapping of the water against the yacht seems to grow louder, the sound echoing in your ears as you press down, the tip of his cock breaching your tight entrance.

rafe's grip on your hips tightens, his fingers digging deeper into your skin as he pulls you down, his cock sliding into you with a slow, deliberate ease. you feel a shiver run down your spine as he fills you, his length stretching your walls to their limits.

his eyes never leave yours, the intensity in his gaze making your skin prickle. "that's it, angel," he whispers, his voice low. "take all of daddy's cock."

you feel a flush rise to your cheeks as you sink down onto him, your body accommodating his length as you sit on his lap.

you press your head against rafe's shoulder, your lips brushing against the warmth of his skin as you bite back moans.

"good girl." he leans back in his seat and takes in the sigh of you fully seated on his length. "go ahead, ride me like the sweet little whore you are."

you lift your hips, feeling his length slide out of you, before sinking back down, the motion sending a wave of pleasure through your body.

as you begin to ride him, the gentle rocking of the yacht seems to synchronize with the rhythm of your movements. rafe's eyes never leave yours, his gaze burning on your body. his fingers dig deeper into your hips, holding you in place as you move, his thick cock sliding in and out of your wet folds.

rafe smirks, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he leans back against the seat, his arms stretching out to rest over the back of the chair. he watches you move on his cock, his gaze on you as he takes in the sight of your body undulating above him.

"c'mon baby," he says mockingly, taking a swig of his beer as he watches you through his dark sunglasses. "i know you can do better than that."

you feel a flush rise to your cheeks as you gaze at him, your heart pounding in your chest as you continue to move on his length. you bite back a moan as you nod and start moving your hips a little quicker.

rafe's smirk widens, his eyes darkening with lust as he watches you, his gaze roaming over your body with an ownership that sends a thrill through you.

"that's it, baby," he murmurs, his voice barely audible over the sound of the waves gently lapping against the hull of the yacht.

his words ignite a fire within you, and you find yourself moving with more urgency, your breath hitching as you feel his thick cock throb inside you.

he leans forward, his lips brushing against your forehead in a gentle peck. "let me get a picture of you, angel."

he pulls out his phone, his fingers swiping across the screen with a practiced ease. you feel a flutter in your chest as he holds the phone up, the camera lens trained on where the two of you connect.

the flash of the camera captures the moment, immortalizing the raw, unbridled desire etched on your face, along with the gleaming arousal dripping from your core. you can't help but feel a bit of embarrassment. rafe's gaze never wavers from yours, a predatory glint in his eyes as he takes in your reaction.

he lowers the phone, his attention now fully on you. his hands roam over your body, exploring every curve and contour with a possessive touch that leaves you breathless. he is definitely going to use that picture later.

“my pretty girl…"

worship

Ignored and humiliated by your husband, you find yourself in Joel's arms-his best friend who's been silently craving you for far too long. One heated night pushes you both over the edge, and Joel isn't holding back. He's ready to give you what your husband never could: everything.

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, cheating, body worship, your husband treating you bad, Joel treating you good, oral (f receiving), kissing, (P in V), pinning, cumming Inside, breeding kink, Joel gets nasty with it, 10k

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The late afternoon sunlight filtered gently through the lace curtains, casting soft patterns across the dining table where you sat with Sarah, helping her with her homework. Your smile, though kind, felt heavy today. You leaned over the table, explaining a math problem to her with patience, even though your mind was clouded with thoughts of your husband.

It had been weeks—maybe months—since he’d been fully present. You had long suspected something was off, but now it was undeniable. He came home late, if at all, and when he did, his eyes never seemed to meet yours. You’d catch glimpses of texts on his phone, messages you weren’t supposed to see. You weren’t stupid. You knew.

But you’d spent so long being the perfect wife, the one who never caused trouble. He’d always introduced you as his “trophy,” an arm to show off at events, beautiful and polished. It was the role you’d filled for years, playing the part he wanted you to play. Smile, be perfect, don’t question. And you had been doing just that for far too long, even though inside you were crumbling.

You brushed a strand of hair from your face and forced a warm smile as Sarah struggled with her fractions.

You adored Joel’s daughter. She was smart, sweet, and had a lightness about her that made your heart ache with a longing for the family you never had. Sarah was only fourteen, but she had a way of reading people that made you think she saw right through you.

“You’re doing great, sweetie,” you encouraged her softly. “Just think of the numerator as the number on top and the denominator as the number on the bottom.”

Sarah gave you a soft smile, but it was clear she wasn’t fully focused. Her big, brown eyes studied you carefully, picking up on the sadness that lingered just beneath the surface of your cheerful demeanor.

“Are you okay?” she asked, her voice hesitant but filled with concern. “You seem… off today.”

Your heart sank a little at the realization that she noticed. You were supposed to be the adult here, the one keeping it all together, but it was getting harder to hide the cracks. You blinked back the tears threatening to well up, reaching over to give Sarah’s hand a gentle squeeze.

“I’m okay, baby,” you whispered softly, trying to steady your voice. “Just a little tired, that’s all.”

Sarah looked at you for a moment longer, her brow furrowed as if she didn’t quite believe you, but she didn’t push it. She was too kind for that, too sweet. You wished your own husband had even a fraction of the empathy this girl had. Instead, he barely acknowledged your presence anymore, leaving you to feel like a ghost in your own home.

After Sarah finished her homework, you walked her to the door, sending her off with her usual hug. She hugged you back tightly, sensing more than you were letting on, but when you said goodbye, you assured her again that you were fine. She gave you one last concerned look before heading home.

After Sarah left, the silence in the house became overwhelming, filling every corner with the weight of your thoughts.

You leaned against the door for a moment, closing your eyes, fighting the urge to let the tears spill over. It was getting harder to keep up the facade. The loneliness, the sense of being unseen in your own marriage—it was suffocating.

You’d done everything you could to save the relationship, to bring back the warmth that had once existed between you and your husband, but there was nothing left.

With a deep breath, you pushed away from the door and headed to the kitchen, trying to busy yourself with anything that could distract you from the ache in your chest. But the sound of a knock at the door startled you, pulling you out of your thoughts. You weren’t expecting anyone.

When you opened it, Joel stood on your porch, concern etched into his rugged features. His broad shoulders seemed even larger framed by the doorway, his familiar Texas drawl cutting through the silence as he spoke.

“Hey,” he said, his voice gentle but serious. “Sarah told me you weren’t doing too good today. Figured I’d come by and check on you.”

You blinked, surprised but not unwelcome to see him standing there. It took a moment for you to gather your thoughts, your heart catching in your throat at the sight of him. Joel had always been kind to you, always present in a way your husband wasn’t. He was a steady, comforting presence in your life, one you had grown to rely on more than you ever intended.

“I—I’m fine,” you stammered, your voice shaky. “I didn’t mean to worry her. It’s just been a long day.”

Joel’s brow furrowed, and he didn’t hesitate to step inside, closing the door behind him. He looked down at you with those dark, thoughtful eyes of his, reading you in ways you wished your husband still could. His gaze softened, but he didn’t buy your answer for a second.

“You don’t gotta put up a front with me,” he said, his voice low and steady. “I can tell somethin’s been bothering you.”

It was those words—the way he said them with such understanding, such care—that made something in you break. You couldn’t hold it together any longer, not with Joel standing there, offering the kind of concern and kindness you hadn’t felt in so long. The tears you had been holding back began to well up again, this time falling before you could stop them.

Joel stepped forward, his hands settling gently on your arms.

“Hey, hey now… don’t cry,” he murmured softly. “It’s okay. I’m here.”

His words, so simple yet so full of warmth, only made the tears come faster. You wiped at your cheeks, embarrassed that you were falling apart like this in front of him.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice shaky. “I didn’t mean to… it’s just… everything feels so wrong.”

Joel’s grip tightened slightly, a gesture of reassurance. He guided you over to the couch, sitting beside you as you tried to compose yourself. You leaned into him instinctively, finding comfort in the solid presence of his body next to yours. Joel had always had this way of making you feel safe, like you could let your guard down without fear of judgment.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” he asked quietly, his hand still resting on your arm, warm and steady.

You hesitated, the words heavy in your throat. You’d kept it all inside for so long, afraid to say it out loud, afraid that acknowledging it would make it all too real. But sitting there, with Joel looking at you like he genuinely cared, it all came tumbling out.

“He doesn’t care anymore, Joel,” you murmured, the words spilling from your lips, weighed down by the months of heartache you had been carrying. “It’s like I’m invisible to him. He doesn’t talk to me, doesn’t even look at me… and I know he’s seeing someone else.”

The effect on Joel was immediate. His jaw clenched tightly, the muscles in his face twitching as he tried to contain the anger that flared up inside him.

His eyes darkened, filling with a storm of emotions—disbelief, frustration, and something protective, primal. His hand, which had been resting gently on your arm, tightened its grip slightly, grounding you as he processed your words.

He stared at you for a long moment, his face a mix of shock and disbelief, as if he couldn’t comprehend how anyone could treat you that way.

“What the hell is wrong with him?” Joel muttered, more to himself than to you, his voice low and rough. “How could he—how could anyone—do that to you? To you of all people?”

He shook his head, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your breath catch. His voice softened, but the rough edges of his anger were still there, simmering just beneath the surface.

“You deserve so much more than that. You deserve someone who sees you, who knows just how lucky they are to have you.”

Joel leaned forward slightly, his voice dropping to a low, urgent murmur as he continued.

“You’re kind, thoughtful… hell, you’re always puttin’ everyone else first. The way you care for Sarah like she’s your own, the way you keep your home so warm and welcoming, the way you’ve always been there for him… you’re so damn good, and he doesn’t even see it.” He shook his head again, the disbelief etched deep in his furrowed brow.

“How could he not see that? How could he throw that away?”

His eyes softened as he looked at you, filled with a mixture of admiration and frustration.

“It breaks my heart to see you treated like this. You deserve someone who cherishes you, who shows up for you, every day… who loves you for exactly who you are.”

His words hit you like a wave, each one wrapped in the raw sincerity and care that had always been so natural for Joel. You could see the anger and confusion in his eyes—he truly couldn’t understand how anyone could treat you as anything less than extraordinary.

You had been trying so hard to convince yourself that it was enough to be the perfect wife, to keep playing the role you had been assigned, but Joel’s kindness made you question all of it. His care, his attention—it was what you had been craving for so long, and now, here he was, offering it to you without asking for anything in return.

“But I don’t know what to do,” you whispered, your voice trembling as the weight of everything settled heavily on your shoulders. “I’ve tried so hard to make it work, to be what he wants, but nothing’s enough.”

Joel’s hand lifted to your face, gently cupping your cheek. The warmth of his palm grounded you, the rough texture of his skin a stark contrast to the tenderness in his touch. He guided your face to meet his eyes, filled with an intensity that made your breath catch.

“You don’t need to be what he wants,” Joel said, his voice low, almost a growl, roughened by emotion.

“You deserve to be seen, to be loved for who you are. Not just for what you can give someone else.”

His words hung in the air between you, wrapping around your heart, pulling at the deepest parts of you that had felt so neglected, so starved for this very thing—connection.

The space between you felt charged, heavy with unspoken emotions that had been simmering for far too long. It was as though every unexpressed feeling, every suppressed desire had built up into a moment that neither of you could stop.

Your heart pounded in your chest, each beat echoing the ache of loneliness and longing that had been gnawing at you for months. Joel had always been there, quietly, steadily, offering you the care your husband never could.

And now, sitting so close to him, his hand on your cheek, the warmth of his body radiating toward you, the pull between you was undeniable.

“Joel…” you breathed, your voice barely a whisper, your gaze flickering between his deep brown eyes and his lips, so close, so tempting.

He didn’t move away. Instead, his thumb brushed across your cheek, wiping away a tear you hadn’t realized had fallen. His touch was tender, but his eyes were dark, filled with something deeper—something that had been quietly building between you for longer than either of you cared to admit.

“I’ll take care of you,” Joel whispered, his voice rough with the promise of protection, of something more. “You don’t have to go through this alone anymore.”

Your heart raced, torn between the vulnerability of the moment and the undeniable comfort of his words.

The way he spoke, the way he looked at you—it was everything you had been craving for so long. The tenderness you had missed, the feeling of being truly seen, appreciated, cared for. It was overwhelming. And yet…

Before you could fully process what was happening, Joel leaned in. His lips brushed against yours in a soft, hesitant kiss. The world around you seemed to disappear, the only thing grounding you being the warmth of his lips and the steady strength of his hand still cradling your face.

The kiss was gentle at first, full of the tenderness and care you had longed for, but there was something else beneath it, something more intense, more primal, as if he had been holding back for too long and couldn’t anymore.

Your hands found their way to his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as if needing something to hold on to, something solid in the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside you.

His kiss deepened slightly, his other hand moving to the small of your back, pulling you closer. It felt like everything you had wanted—someone who saw you, who cared for you, who wanted you.

But just as quickly as the warmth of the kiss had filled you, the weight of guilt crashed down like a tidal wave. You broke away, pulling back suddenly, your heart pounding in your chest, breath coming in short gasps. You shook your head, stepping out of his reach, the taste of his kiss still lingering on your lips, but your mind already spinning.

“I—” you stammered, the words barely forming as you backed away, your hands trembling. “I can’t… I’m sorry, Joel, I just… I can’t do this.”

The look on Joel’s face was one of hurt and confusion, but also understanding. He stood there, his arms falling to his sides as he watched you retreat.

“It’s okay,” he said softly, his voice gentle, though the rough edge of his emotion was still there. “You don’t need to apologize.”

You took another step back, trying to steady yourself, your heart in your throat. “It’s not right,” you murmured, your voice trembling as you tried to rationalize everything that had just happened. “I can’t… I’m still married, and this… this is wrong.”

Joel didn’t argue. He didn’t push. He just watched you, his eyes filled with a mixture of understanding and a quiet sorrow.

“I just don’t want to see you hurt anymore,” he said softly, his voice rough with emotion. “You deserve better than the way he treats you.”

His words hit you hard, but you couldn’t stay. You couldn’t face the reality of what had just happened, of what you had almost allowed yourself to feel. The guilt was too much, too overwhelming. You turned away, your hands still trembling as you moved toward the stairs, needing distance, needing space to breathe.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered again, your voice barely audible as you left Joel standing alone in the living room. You hurried upstairs, your heart heavy, your mind racing, every step a reminder of the pull between you and Joel that you had just tried so desperately to resist.

When you reached the top of the stairs, you paused, your hand gripping the banister as you tried to steady your breath. You could still feel the warmth of his lips on yours, the safety of his arms around you, and it terrified you.

Because for the first time in so long, you had felt something real, something you wanted. And yet, the weight of everything else—your marriage, your vows, the guilt—it was too much to bear.

You didn’t look back, but you could feel Joel’s presence downstairs, lingering in the quiet of the house. His words echoed in your mind, and despite everything, you knew deep down that what he had said was true: you deserved more. But admitting that meant facing the truth about everything you had been avoiding for so long.

And you weren’t ready for that.

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The days following the kiss were thick with awkwardness and tension that hung between you and Joel like a fog neither of you knew how to clear. Every time you thought about it—his lips on yours, the tenderness in his touch, the way he had made you feel seen and wanted—your stomach twisted with guilt. But there was another feeling too, one that gnawed at you in the quiet moments when you were alone: longing. That kiss had stirred something deep inside you, something that had been buried for far too long, and now, you couldn’t stop thinking about it.

You longed for that feeling again—the safety, the warmth, the tenderness that had been absent from your life for so long. It made the distance between you and your husband feel even wider, the coldness in your marriage more unbearable. But despite how much you tried to shake it, that kiss was constantly on your mind.

Then came the day Joel came over to watch the football game with your husband. You knew it was coming—your husband had mentioned it in passing—but you weren’t prepared to see Joel again. The thought of being in the same room as him after what had happened made your heart race and your palms sweat.

When Joel arrived, you could hear his familiar knock on the door, followed by your husband’s slurred greeting. He had already been drinking, you noticed. You had hoped he would keep it under control, but knowing him, that was never a safe bet.

You opened the door and found Joel standing there, looking as calm and collected as ever. But the moment his eyes met yours, a wave of heat rushed to your face, your heart skipping in your chest. You tried to keep your expression neutral, but it was impossible to ignore the way the memory of that kiss flooded your senses all at once.

He shifted slightly, his hands slipping into his pockets, as if he was just as unsure of how to handle the tension between you. His gaze flickered over your face for just a second longer than it should have, his eyes darkening with something unspoken before he quickly looked away.

You felt the blush creeping up your neck, your cheeks growing warmer by the second. You cleared your throat, your voice barely above a whisper as you tried to greet him without giving anything away.

“H-hi, Joel,” you stammered, forcing yourself to look at him, even though your heart was pounding so hard you were sure he could hear it. Your fingers fidgeted nervously with the hem of your shirt, desperate to find something—anything—to do with your hands.

Joel’s eyes flicked back to yours briefly, and you could see the hesitation there, the same uncertainty you were feeling. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his voice coming out low and gruff, but with a warmth that only made you blush harder.

“hello there,” he said, his tone casual, but the way his eyes softened when he looked at you made your stomach flip.

The awkwardness was palpable, like neither of you knew exactly what to say. You wanted to hide from the intensity of the moment, to avoid the feelings that had been swirling between you since that kiss. Your gaze darted down to your feet, your fingers still twisting the fabric of your shirt nervously.

Your husband’s voice suddenly bellowed from the living room, a loud demand for more beer, pulling both of you out of the charged moment. Joel winced slightly, his brow furrowing in mild annoyance at the sound, but you just gave a small, flustered nod.

“Uh, I’ll get that for him,” you mumbled quickly, stepping aside to let Joel in, your skin tingling with the awareness of how close he was as he brushed past you.

As Joel entered, you couldn’t help but glance at him one last time, your heart racing again when you saw the way his eyes lingered on you for a brief second before he turned toward the living room, where your husband was already half-immersed in the game.

“Thanks,” Joel murmured softly, his voice still gruff but gentle as he moved to sit beside your husband.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside you. You knew tonight was going to be hard—being in the same room as Joel, pretending that nothing had changed. But the way your heart leapt every time you caught his eye made it clear that things were far from normal between you.

The night dragged on painfully, the tension in the room thick and suffocating. Your husband’s drinking had started early, his excitement for the game quickly turning into something darker, something meaner as the alcohol took hold. It wasn’t unusual for him to drink during football, but tonight, it seemed worse than usual. Each beer drained away whatever patience he had left, and you could feel his mood souring with every sip.

“Get me another one,” he grunted, not bothering to look at you as he pointed at the empty bottle on the coffee table.

You moved quickly, not wanting to cause a scene, especially not with Joel sitting there. The last thing you needed was for Joel to witness the full extent of your husband’s irritability. But as you handed him the beer, your husband’s gaze flickered up to you, and his expression turned sour.

“Can’t you just do one damn thing right?” he muttered, snatching the bottle from your hand. His words were slurred but sharp, laced with frustration as if your mere presence irritated him.

Your cheeks flushed with humiliation, the familiar sting of his words settling deep inside you. You could feel Joel’s eyes on you from across the room, but you didn’t dare look at him. The embarrassment was too much. All you wanted was to get through the night, to make it out of this room with what little dignity you had left.

But it only got worse. As the game continued, your husband’s tone grew harsher, his demands more insistent.

“Get me some more chips,” he barked, barely glancing at you. You quickly obliged, fetching the bowl from the kitchen, trying to keep your hands steady as you placed it on the table in front of him.

Joel, always polite, nodded in your direction. “Thanks,” he said softly, his voice warm and sincere. The contrast between Joel’s quiet gratitude and your husband’s increasing belligerence was jarring, and it only made the ache in your chest worse.

As you turned to walk back to the kitchen, you felt it—your husband’s hand coming down hard on your ass, the slap echoing through the room. You froze in place, your entire body going rigid as the sting of his hand sent a wave of humiliation crashing over you.

“Good girl,” he slurred, his voice dripping with mockery. “You’re real good at one thing at least, huh?”

The room felt like it was spinning, your face burning with shame. You couldn’t bring yourself to move, to even breathe for a moment. Joel was right there. He had seen it all.

Your heart pounded in your chest, the humiliation overwhelming, crushing. You had endured so much already—his cruelty, his indifference—but this? In front of Joel?

You couldn’t stay in the room any longer. Without a word, you turned and walked quickly toward the stairs, your vision blurring as the tears threatened to spill. You could hear your husband muttering something under his breath, but you didn’t care. You just needed to get away.

As you reached the bathroom, you closed the door behind you and leaned against the sink, gripping the edges tightly as the tears finally came. Your breath hitched in your throat as you tried to hold it together, but it was no use. The humiliation, the shame—it was all too much.

You stared at yourself in the mirror, your reflection blurred by the tears that streamed down your face.

What had happened to you? How had things gotten this bad?

You had spent years trying to hold onto the marriage, trying to make things work, but now it felt like you were nothing more than an afterthought, a servant in your own home. The sting of his hand, the cruel way he had dismissed you—it was unbearable.

You didn’t know how long you had been standing there when you heard a soft knock at the bathroom door.

“Hey… it’s me,” Joel’s voice came from the other side, low and cautious, full of concern.

Your heart tightened in your chest. You weren’t sure if you could face him, not after what had just happened. Not after he had seen the way your husband had treated you. But Joel wasn’t like your husband. He had always been kind, always understanding. He had seen you—truly seen you—when no one else had.

“Can I come in?” he asked softly.

You hesitated for a moment, wiping at your tear-streaked face as you tried to compose yourself. Then, slowly, you unlocked the door and pulled it open just enough to let him in.

Joel stepped inside, his presence filling the small space, and for a moment, neither of you said anything. His eyes softened when he saw your tear-streaked face, his brow furrowing in concern.

“I’m sorry,” Joel murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “I didn’t mean for things to get like that.”

You shook your head quickly, wiping at your eyes again. “It’s not your fault,” you whispered. “It’s just… this is how it is. I don’t know how to make it stop.”

Joel’s expression darkened slightly, but not with anger—just with sadness, frustration at the situation. He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to gently brush a tear from your cheek, his touch so different from the harshness you had just experienced. His fingers were warm, careful, like he was afraid to push you any further than you were ready for.

“You don’t deserve this,” he said quietly, his voice full of sincerity. “You deserve better than the way he treats you.”

His words broke something inside you, and you felt your lip tremble as another sob escaped. You had been holding it in for so long—holding everything in, trying to be strong, trying to make it work. But now, standing here with Joel, it all came crashing down.

“I don’t know what to do,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “I feel so trapped.”

Joel didn’t say anything for a moment, just stood there, his eyes locked on yours, full of understanding. And then, quietly, he spoke again.

“You don’t have to go through this alone,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m here. Whatever you need… I’m here.”

The warmth in his words, the tenderness in his touch—it was more than you had felt in years. For the first time in what felt like forever, you felt seen, felt valued. It stirred something deep inside you, something desperate and raw, a need that had been pushed down for so long.

Before you could even think about it, you lunged toward him, closing the small distance between you and crashing your lips into his. It wasn’t delicate or hesitant—it was a kiss born out of longing, out of months, maybe even years, of being unseen, unheard.

Your hands fisted into his shirt, pulling him closer as your body pressed against his, needing more, needing all of him.

Joel responded immediately, his hands gripping your waist as he kissed you back with a fierceness that matched your own. There was no hesitation in the way his lips moved against yours, no doubt in the way he held you tight.

His hand cupped the back of your neck, fingers threading through your hair as he deepened the kiss, his mouth hungry, demanding.

It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t gentle. It was fire, igniting every nerve in your body. His kiss was rough, filled with a desperation that mirrored your own, like he had been holding back for too long and finally, finally, he could let go. The tension between you, all the unspoken words, all the stolen glances—it was exploding now in this moment, and neither of you could stop it.

Your heart raced as your hands roamed over his chest, feeling the solid warmth of him under your fingertips. The years of loneliness, of being ignored, melted away with every touch, every kiss. Joel’s hands were everywhere, pulling you closer, pressing you against him as if he was afraid to let go.

He pulled back just slightly, his breath ragged, his forehead resting against yours.

“I’ve wanted this,” he murmured, his voice rough and thick with emotion, his lips still brushing against yours. “God, I’ve wanted this for so long.”

You couldn’t respond with words—you didn’t need to. Instead, you pulled him back into the kiss, your lips crashing together again, more desperate, more urgent. His hands gripped your hips, lifting you slightly as he backed you up against the bathroom wall, pinning you there as he kissed you harder, deeper.

There was no space left between you, no room for doubt or hesitation. Your body responded to his in ways you hadn’t felt in years, every nerve alight with the intensity of it. His hands slid down your sides, rough and possessive, holding you tightly as if he couldn’t get enough of you.

You could feel the heat rising between you, the desperation building, as if all the longing, all the frustration had finally found an outlet. His lips moved from your mouth to your jaw, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down the side of your neck, each touch making your breath hitch, your body arch into his.

“Joel…” you whispered, your voice breathless, barely able to get the words out.

But he already knew. His hands tightened on your hips, pulling you even closer, his lips finding yours again in a kiss that was even more intense, more consuming than before. You were lost in him, lost in the feel of him, the taste of him. Everything else—the hurt, the humiliation, the loneliness—faded away until there was only this moment, only Joel.

This was what you had been missing. This was what you had been longing for. And for the first time in so long, you felt alive.

Joel’s breath was hot against your skin as his lips moved along the curve of your neck, each kiss searing into you, grounding you in this moment, in him. His hands gripped you firmly, possessive yet tender, his touch a reassurance that you were more than what you had been made to feel for so long.

“God, you have no idea,” he whispered against your skin, his voice thick with need. “You’re everythin’. You deserve so much more than what he gives you. So much more.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, your body reacting to the intensity in his tone, the sincerity. You could feel the heat between you building, your heart pounding as his lips moved lower, kissing along your collarbone, your chest. You were lost in the sensation, the way his hands moved over you, the way his breath ghosted over your skin.

Joel's kisses became more urgent, more fervent, as he slowly knelt before you, his hands sliding down to the waistband of your pants. He paused for a moment, looking up at you with an expression that was both filled with desire and a silent question—a request for permission, for trust.

“Let me worship you,” he said, his voice thick with emotion, his hands steady as he began to ease your pants down, his fingers brushing against your skin in a way that sent sparks through you. “I want to show you how much you mean to me. I want you to feel everything.”

The air between you seemed to crackle with electricity as he pulled your pants away, his eyes dark with want as he drank in the sight of you.

Joel stood, lifting you effortlessly in his arms, turning and pressing you gently but firmly against the wall. The coolness of the tile was a sharp contrast to the heat radiating off of him, his body holding yours securely, every inch of your weight supported by his strength.

“You’re everythin’,” he murmured again, his lips finding yours in a deep, lingering kiss before trailing down your neck. “You deserve the world. And I’m gonna it to you.”

Without breaking the kiss, he shifted you slightly, his hands gripping your thighs as he held you against the wall. His mouth moved lower, his lips, his tongue, trailing over your stomach, your hips, until he was kneeling before you again, one arm wrapped around your waist to keep you steady as he pressed his lips to the inside of your thigh.

The sensation of his breath against your skin made your head spin, the anticipation building as his kisses grew slower, more deliberate, inching closer and closer to the center of your need. Every kiss, every touch felt like a promise—a promise that you were cherished, that you were seen.

Joel’s lips trembled against your skin as he kissed down your stomach, rough and hungry, his hands gripping your hips tightly as though he was afraid to let go.

His eyes flicked up to meet yours, dark with desire, and his breath came out hot against your bare thighs as he spread you open for him, his tongue flicking out to tease the edges of your soaked entrance.

"Fuck, you're so wet for me," he growled, his voice deep and husky. "I've been waitin’ for this, waitin’ to taste this sweet pussy. You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about it—about you."

You gasped as he buried his face between your legs, his tongue flat and wide as he dragged it through your folds, groaning like he was savoring every drop.

His lips latched onto your clit, sucking hard, sending a jolt of pleasure straight through your body. Your fingers tangled in his hair, gripping tightly as your legs trembled, and he groaned again, the vibration making you whimper.

"God, you're perfect," Joel mumbled against you, his voice muffled as he licked you with long, languid strokes. "This cunt is all mine tonight, yeah? You feel that? You hear that? This pussy's mine."

He sucked noisily, deliberately making sure every stroke of his tongue was loud, wet, and filthy. You could hear the lewd slurping sounds as he devoured you, his mouth greedy and desperate as if he’d been starving for this moment.

Your breath came out in ragged gasps, your whole body burning under his relentless attention.

“What if he hears?” you whispered, your voice shaky as your head fell back against the wall. “Joel… what if—”

“He won’t hear shit,” Joel cut you off, his voice rough with possessiveness. “That asshole’s passed out cold on the couch. Even if he could hear, I wouldn’t stop. He doesn’t deserve you. But I do.”

His tongue plunged into you, fucking you with wet, deep strokes, his nose brushing against your swollen clit as he grunted against you. “This pussy tastes so fuckin’ sweet, baby. All I want is to hear you moan for me. Let him fuckin’ hear it.”

You couldn’t help but whimper, your hips bucking against his face as he growled, his tongue thrusting deeper, his lips and chin coated with your arousal. He pulled back for just a second, his breath heavy, his eyes wild as he looked up at you.

"Fuck, I could eat this pussy all night," he murmured, his voice almost a snarl as he gripped your thighs tighter, pulling you even closer. "I want to make you come on my tongue over and over, until you can't stand. You deserve to be worshipped like this. I’m not stoppin’ until you scream my name."

With that, he dove back in, his tongue swirling over your clit as he sucked you harder, his mouth relentless. You moaned louder, your fingers tugging at his hair as your body arched off the wall, pleasure crashing through you with every filthy stroke of his tongue.

He groaned again, louder this time, savoring every moment as he devoured you, his mouth hot and hungry, like he couldn’t get enough.

He alternated between sucking your clit hard, his lips tight around the sensitive bud, and sliding his tongue deep inside you, fucking your pussy with slow, torturous strokes.

Each time you gasped, your body trembling as the pleasure built higher and higher, his hands gripping your thighs so hard it felt like he was staking a claim.

"Yeah, that’s it," he murmured between licks, his voice raw. "I want to hear you scream for me. Let me hear how much you love it when I eat this sweet little cunt."

Your moans grew louder, filling the bathroom as Joel’s tongue worked you harder, faster, his groans matching your own as he lost himself in the taste of you.

His hands slid up your body, gripping your breasts roughly as he continued to feast on you, the pleasure so intense it was overwhelming. You couldn’t stop yourself anymore—every nerve was on fire, your mind blank as you gave in completely to him.

"Joel, fuck, I’m gonna—" you gasped, your thighs trembling as you teetered on the edge of release.

"Cum for me, baby," he growled, his voice hoarse as his tongue flicked over your clit again, harder, faster, relentless. "Cum on my tongue. I want to taste all of it."

With a final, devastating suck on your clit, you shattered. Pleasure slammed into you, your entire body shaking as you screamed his name, your nails digging into his scalp as he held you in place, his mouth still working you through the waves of your orgasm.

Joel didn’t stop—he kept licking, kept sucking, devouring every drop as your body convulsed, the intensity of it making your legs shake.

He moaned against you, his tongue softening slightly but still teasing your swollen clit as you came down, his grip on your hips loosening just enough to let you catch your breath.

When he finally pulled back, his face was slick with your arousal, his eyes dark with lust as he looked up at you, his chest heaving.

"You taste like heaven," he rasped, his voice thick with satisfaction as he stood, pressing his body against yours again, his lips crashing into yours in a bruising kiss.

You could taste yourself on his lips, feel the raw, aching desire still burning between you, and you knew this was only the beginning.

“That’s what you deserve,” he whispered, his hands roaming over your body, possessive and loving all at once. “And I’m not done worshippin’ you.”

Joel’s hands moved up your body slowly, deliberately, as if savoring every second his fingers touched your skin. His breath was still ragged, and his lips were barely an inch from yours as he whispered against them, his voice rough but tender.

“If you were my woman, I’d never let you leave the house without makin’ you cum at least twice,” he murmured, his words sending a shiver through you. “And here he is, treatin’ you like garbage. Doesn’t he see? You’re a goddess.”

He paused, his fingers slipping beneath the hem of your shirt, his touch gentle but insistent as he slowly pulled it up, over your head, tossing it to the side. His eyes darkened with hunger as he gazed at your bare skin, his breath coming out in a heavy exhale as he traced his fingers along the curve of your waist, up to the clasp of your bra.

“You represent everything good in this world,” Joel continued, his voice deepening as his fingers worked to unhook your bra, his eyes locked on yours. “He should feel so damn lucky to have you. How can he not see what he has?”

Your bra fell away, and his eyes dropped to your breasts, the sight of them making him groan deeply, the sound vibrating in his chest. His hands cupped them reverently, his thumbs brushing over your nipples as his lips curled into a smirk.

“These,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire, “prove my point exactly.”

Without another word, Joel dipped his head, his lips brushing against one of your nipples before he drew it into his mouth, sucking gently at first, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak.

The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure straight through your core, your back arching as you gasped, your hands instinctively finding his hair, pulling him closer.

He groaned again, his hand kneading your other breast as his mouth worked your nipple with expert precision, sucking harder, his tongue flicking over the sensitive flesh with just the right amount of pressure. Every movement of his mouth, every touch of his hands, felt like he was worshipping you, like you were something precious and sacred.

“I swear,” Joel mumbled against your skin, his lips trailing to your other nipple, sucking it into his mouth with the same intensity.

“If you were mine, I’d worship this body every damn day. You deserve to be treated like the goddess you are, not some afterthought.”

His teeth grazed your nipple, sending another wave of pleasure through you, making you whimper as he continued to suck and lick, his hands never leaving your body, constantly exploring, worshipping. It was like he couldn’t get enough of you, his mouth greedy, his hands possessive, but all of it wrapped in the tenderness that made your heart ache.

“Look at you,” he groaned, his breath hot against your skin as he switched between your breasts, lavishing each one with the same amount of attention. “Every part of you is fuckin’ perfect.”

His hands slid down your sides, gripping your hips as he pressed himself against you, his erection hard and insistent through his jeans. The friction only added to the heat between you, the tension building with every kiss, every touch. Joel’s lips moved back up to your neck, his breath ragged as he pressed soft kisses along your jawline, his words spilling out between them.

“I could spend all night tastin’ you, touchin’ you,” he whispered, his voice low and filled with raw emotion. “You deserve to feel this good all the time. I’d make sure you never forgot it.”

Your mind was spinning, your body burning under his touch. Every word he spoke, every movement of his mouth, was like gasoline on a fire, and you were completely consumed by him, by the way he made you feel—seen, wanted, worshipped.

Joel’s hands slid back up to your breasts, kneading them as his lips claimed yours in another searing kiss, his tongue tangling with yours as he pressed you harder against the wall, his body radiating heat, his need for you palpable.

“Tell me,” he rasped against your lips, his voice thick with desire. “Tell me how much you want this.”

Your breath hitched, your lips parting as his words hung in the air between you. The heat in his eyes, the intensity of his touch—it was overwhelming, and you couldn’t stop yourself from responding.

“I want it so bad, Joel,” you whispered, your voice shaky with need, your body arching into him. “Please… take your clothes off. I need to feel you.”

He groaned at your words, his hands gripping your hips tightly, his erection pressing harder against you.

“Yeah, baby,” he growled, his lips brushing yours, “you need to see a real man. Feel a real cock, not just someone who acts like one. I’ll show you the difference.”

With a swift movement, Joel pulled back just enough to yank his shirt over his head, revealing the broad, muscular chest that you’d only stolen glances at before. His skin glistened with sweat, his muscles flexing as he moved, and the sight of him made your mouth water. Your hands moved instinctively to his chest, your fingers tracing the lines of his muscles as you let out a soft moan of appreciation.

“God, you’re beautiful,” you murmured, your voice breathless as your hands wandered lower, desperate to feel every inch of him.

Joel smirked, his hands already working to unbuckle his jeans, his voice dropping to a rough, dirty whisper. “You want this cock, hm? You’ve been starving for it—starving for a man who knows how to take care of you, who knows how to make you cum like you deserve.”

Your heart pounded in your chest as he pushed his jeans and boxers down in one fluid motion, his thick, hard cock springing free, already leaking with precum. It was big—thick and long, veins running down the shaft, the head swollen and glistening.

He gave it a slow stroke, his eyes locked on yours, the sight making your thighs clench with anticipation.

“See this?” he growled, tapping his cock against your thigh, making your breath hitch. “This is what you’ve been missin’. And I’m gonna make sure you never forget what a real man feels like.”

You whimpered in response, your hands reaching out to touch him, to wrap your fingers around his length, but he pulled back slightly, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

“Not yet, baby,” he murmured, his voice full of filthy promise. “I want you to feel it everywhere first.”

With that, Joel pressed his cock against your stomach, dragging it slowly across your skin, leaving a slick trail of precum in its wake. You moaned, the sensation driving you wild, your body arching into him as you felt the heat of his shaft sliding over your skin.

“Fuck, you look so good with my cock on you,” he groaned, his hand gripping his length as he slid it up between your breasts, over your chest, your neck, and then back down again. “You want this. You want to feel it inside you, stretchin’ you, fillin’ you up.”

“Yes, Joel, please,” you whimpered, your voice shaking with desperation. “I need it. I need you. I want your cock so bad, I can’t stand it.”

He chuckled darkly, his hand moving to tap the thick head of his cock against your clit, the sudden jolt of pleasure making you cry out.

“You want it here, yeah?” he growled, slapping his cock against your swollen clit again, harder this time, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. “You want to feel me inside this tight little pussy, fuckin’ you like you’ve never been fucked before.”

“Oh, God, yes,” you moaned, your hands gripping his shoulders as your body trembled with need. “Fuck me, Joel. I want to feel every inch of you. I want you to ruin me.”

His eyes flashed with pure desire as he tapped his cock against your clit again, the wet head of his cock throbbing as more precum leaked out, mixing with your own arousal.

He dragged his length through your folds, coating himself in your slickness, groaning as he teased you.

“I’m gonna make you scream for me,” he rasped, his voice thick with lust as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you’ll never even think about another man again. You’ll be mine, baby. This pussy will be mine.”

Your breath came in short, ragged gasps as he pressed the head of his cock against your entrance, teasing you, making you ache for him. Every word he spoke, every filthy promise he made, sent another wave of heat crashing through you, your body desperate for the release only he could give.

“Say it,” Joel demanded, his voice rough as he slid just the tip inside you, stretching you ever so slightly. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Joel,” you gasped, your hands gripping his shoulders tighter as you felt him start to push inside you. “I’m yours. Please, fuck me. Make me yours.”

With a deep, guttural groan, Joel thrust into you, his cock stretching you wide, filling you completely. The sensation was overwhelming, your body arching into his as he buried himself deep inside you, his hands gripping your hips as he held you in place.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growled, his voice strained as he began to move, his cock sliding in and out of you in slow, deliberate strokes. “This pussy is mine now, baby. And I’m gonna make you cum so hard, you’ll forget anyone else ever existed.”

Joel’s thrusts were deep and deliberate, each one sending a shockwave of pleasure through your entire body. His hands gripped your hips hard enough to leave bruises, but the delicious pressure only intensified the raw need coursing between you. His cock filled you so completely, stretching you to the point where you could barely think straight, only able to feel him.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ tight,” Joel groaned, his voice rough with lust as he pulled almost all the way out before slamming back into you with a force that made you gasp.

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the small room, mixing with your ragged moans and the wet, lewd sounds of your pussy taking every inch of him.

“Fuck, baby,” he growled, his voice low and rough as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear. “This is what you’d get with me all the time. Not that half-assed bullshit you’ve been settlin for. You’d get this—my cock fillin’ you up, my hands on your body, making you cum until you can’t even fuckin stand.”

He punctuated his words with rough, powerful thrusts, his cock driving deeper into you with each one. Your head fell back against the wall, your legs trembling as he held you up, completely at his mercy.

“You feel that?” he rasped, his breath hot against your ear as his hips snapped into you again and again. “You deserve this, you deserve to be fucked like this every day. Not treated like you’re worthless.”

Joel’s mouth was everywhere—his lips moving over your neck, nipping at your skin before kissing and licking at the sensitive spot just below your ear.

His tongue flicked out, tasting the salt of your skin, and you moaned, your fingers digging into his shoulders as he fucked you harder, his cock hitting that perfect spot deep inside you.

“You’re so fuckin’ perfect,” he growled, his voice thick with praise and hunger. “My perfect little good girl.”

He kissed down your neck, his lips trailing lower until he found your breasts again, groaning as he took one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. The sensation of his mouth on your sensitive skin, combined with the relentless pace of his hips, had you gasping, your body on the verge of breaking apart with pleasure.

“Fuck, ’could suck these tits all day,” Joel murmured against your skin, his teeth grazing your nipple as he switched to the other breast, sucking and licking, his hands gripping your hips tighter as he fucked you harder.

“So fuckin’ beautiful. You’d get this all the time with me, baby. You’re my good girl, hm?”

“Yes,” you gasped, your body trembling as the pleasure built higher and higher, your nipples aching under his relentless attention. “I’m your good girl. Please, don’t stop.”

Joel growled, a deep, primal sound that sent a shiver down your spine as he kissed his way back up to your mouth, his lips crashing against yours in a bruising kiss.

His tongue invaded your mouth, hungry and demanding, as he continued to pound into you, each thrust harder than the last, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

You whimpered beneath him, your nails digging into his back as he pounded into you, his cock brushing against that perfect spot inside you with every thrust.

The pleasure was overwhelming, consuming you, and you could barely form coherent words. All you could do was moan his name, begging for more.

“That’s my good girl,” Joel rasped, his lips trailing down your neck as his hips snapped harder, faster. “You love this, baby? You love havin’ my cock so deep inside you, fuckin’ you the way you deserve. Tell me, baby. Tell me how much you need it.”

“I need it,” you gasped, your voice barely a whisper as your head fell back against the wall, your body trembling with pleasure.

“I need you so bad, Joel. I need your cock. I need you to fuck me harder. I love it. Please, Joel, don’t stop.”

“I won’t stop,” he growled, his hands sliding up your body, cupping your breasts again as he continued to thrust into you, his cock hitting that perfect spot over and over.

“I’ll never stop. You’ll never go a day without feelin’ this. Without knowing how fuckin’ perfect you are.”

His lips moved across your face, kissing your cheeks, your jaw, before finding your neck again, sucking and biting at your skin as he pounded into you. You could feel his cock throbbing inside you, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he pushed you closer to the brink of release.

His tongue claimed your mouth with the same intensity as his cock claimed your pussy, his hands still worshipping your body as if he couldn’t stop touching you.

“You feel so good,” he growled against your lips, his breath ragged as his hips continued to slam into you.

“This is what I’d do every single day if you were mine. I’d wake you up with my tongue on this perfect pussy, make you cum before breakfast, fuck you until you can’t even think straight.”

You moaned loudly, your body arching into his as his filthy words made your head spin, the pleasure building inside you with every thrust of his cock.

His hand slid down your body, his thumb finding your swollen clit and rubbing it in tight circles as he fucked you, his touch sending sparks through your veins.

“I’m gonna make you cum, babygirl,” Joel whispered, his voice thick with desire as he kissed you again, his tongue dominating yours. “I want you to cum all over my cock like a good girl. Show me how much you love it.”

You whimpered, your body trembling as the pleasure mounted, your mind going blank as Joel’s cock slammed into you harder, deeper. His hand on your clit, his mouth on your neck, his body pressed tightly against yours—it was too much, and you felt yourself spiraling toward release.

“That’s it,” he growled, his voice rough as he felt you tighten around him. “Cum for me, baby. Be a good girl and cum all over my cock.”

With a final, devastating thrust, the coil inside you snapped, and you screamed his name as your orgasm tore through you, your body shaking violently as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you.

Your pussy clenched around his cock, milking him as he groaned deeply, his hips never stopping, prolonging your pleasure as he fucked you through your orgasm.

Joel’s hips slowed, but his thrusts remained deep and deliberate, his cock throbbing inside you, the heat of him radiating against your skin. His breath came in hot, ragged bursts against your neck as his hands roamed possessively over your body, caressing every inch of your trembling form.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his voice thick with need as his hips ground deeper, each thrust making your body arch against him. “You’re fuckin’ perfect. My good girl.”

His words sent another jolt of desire through you, your body still sensitive from your orgasm, but you could feel his need, the tension in his body as he held back. His cock twitched inside you, and you knew he was close—so close.

Joel’s pace slowed slightly, his cock throbbing deep inside you as he hovered over you, his breath hot and heavy against your ear. His hand slid down your side, possessive, as if every inch of your body belonged to him now. He kissed along your jawline, his voice husky, thick with lust and something deeper.

“Where do you want me to cum, baby?” he rasped, his hands gripping your hips as he pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, his cock still twitching inside you.

“Tell me where you want it. I’ll give you whatever you want.”

You felt a rush of heat, your body trembling with the intensity of the moment. Your voice came out shaky, but full of want as you gasped, “Inside, Joel. Please cum inside me.”

A guttural groan escaped his throat, his eyes darkening as he stared at you, the words hitting him like a spark to gasoline.

"God, I’ve been dreamin’ of hearing you say that," he growled, his hips bucking forward again, harder this time. "Pumpin’ you full of my seed. Fuck… the thought of you pregnant with my child?"

“The thought of you, round and swollen with my baby—fuck, sometimes I just cum from imaginin’ it,” he growled, his voice growing more desperate as his thrusts quickened, his cock hitting deep inside you with every movement.

“You’d be so beautiful, so perfect. And you’d be mine—all mine.”

His words sent a shock of pleasure straight through you, the intensity of his dirty talk igniting every nerve in your body. Joel’s hands gripped your hips harder as he thrust deeper, his cock filling you completely with each powerful stroke. His voice was raw, full of desperate hunger as he whispered in your ear.

“Imagine it,” he rasped, his breath hot against your neck, his cock pounding into you relentlessly.

“You, swollen with my baby. I’d make you cum again and again while my child grows inside you. I’d take care of you, worship you… make you feel like the goddess you are.”

The filthy images he painted, combined with the overwhelming sensation of his thick cock sliding in and out of your soaked pussy, made your body tremble, your mind reeling with the intensity of it. Your fingers dug into his back as your moans grew louder, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.

His pace grew faster, more frantic as he chased his release, the idea of you full of his cum, of you carrying his child, driving him wild. You could feel him getting closer, his grip on your hips tightening as his cock swelled inside you, his thrusts becoming erratic.

“You’d be such a good mother,” he groaned, his voice rough as he buried his face in your neck, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

“Fuck, I’m gonna fill you up, baby. I’m gonna cum so deep inside you. I’m gonna make sure every drop stays inside. ’ gonna be so full of my cum.”

You were lost in him, lost in the way his body felt against yours, the way his words wrapped around you, pulling you deeper into the pleasure.

“Yes, Joel,” you gasped, your voice shaky as your body trembled with anticipation. “Please, cum inside me. I want it so bad.”

“Take it, baby. Take all of it. I’m fillin’ you up. God, you feel so fucking good.”

With a deep, primal growl, Joel’s hips slammed into you one last time, his cock pulsing deep inside as he came with a force that made his whole body shudder.

He held you tightly, his breath ragged as he groaned your name, his cum spilling inside you, filling you completely.

You could feel every twitch, every hot pulse of his release, the sensation sending you over the edge again, your body convulsing as a second wave of pleasure crashed through you.

His body shook with the force of his release, his breath coming out in harsh, ragged pants as he held you tightly, his cock twitching inside you as he emptied himself.

He stayed like that for a moment, his body pressed tightly against yours, his forehead resting against your shoulder as he caught his breath. His cock still twitched inside you, his cum warm and thick as it filled you completely. His hands caressed your sides, his touch tender and loving despite the roughness of what had just happened.

Joel’s arms wrapped around you, holding you close as he buried his face in your neck, still trembling with the aftermath of his orgasm. “Fuck… you’re perfect,” he whispered, his voice soft but full of emotion. “’ everything I’ve ever wanted.”

His cock still twitched inside you, the warmth of his cum spreading through your core as he slowly pulled back, pressing soft kisses along your neck, your shoulders.

Joel's breathing was still heavy, his chest pressed against yours as he held you tightly, his cock still buried inside you. He kissed your neck softly, murmuring between deep breaths.

“I’ve been waitin’ for this,” he rasped, his voice low and raw. “You have no idea how long I’ve been savin’ this for you, baby. No one else could ever do it for me. You’re the only one… the only woman I want. I’m full of it, every drop of cum was meant for you.”

His words were tender but possessive, the weight of what he was saying wrapping around you. His hand slid up your side gently, still exploring, as though he couldn’t get enough of touching you. His lips brushed your ear, and his voice took on a pleading tone.

“Please, baby,” he whispered softly, his fingers tightening around your waist. “Leave him. You deserve more. You deserve to be worshipped, loved, the way I’ll love you every single day. You’re mine now. You know that, don’t you?”

You felt your heart pound at the weight of his words, your body still trembling from the intensity of the moment.

As the intensity of the moment began to fade, the weight of Joel's words hung in the air between you. You felt the warmth of his body still pressed against yours, his breath steadying as he held you close, but now, the frantic passion had simmered into something deeper. Something certain.

For the first time in what felt like forever, clarity washed over you. Joel had peeled back all the layers of doubt, of shame, of loneliness, and left you with the undeniable truth—you deserved this. You deserved more.

You shifted slightly in his arms, and he pulled back just enough to look into your eyes. His gaze was soft, no longer driven by raw desire, but by something far more profound. There was a silent question there, one he didn’t have to ask out loud. He had already said it all.

You smiled softly, your fingers tracing over his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. You didn’t need to say anything right now. You didn’t need to make promises or decisions this second. But for the first time, you knew. You knew what you wanted, who you wanted.

And Joel knew it too.

“I’ll wait for you,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your temple, the tenderness of the moment grounding you both. “Whenever you’re ready.”

You nodded, feeling lighter than you had in years. You weren’t just his now—you were finally yours.

As the room grew quiet, the weight of your choices settled in, but it wasn’t daunting anymore. It felt like freedom. Like the start of something new.

The beginning of everything you’d been missing.

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part 2

: ̗̀➛ stepbro!rafe comforting reader while topper, her boyfriend, is out cheating on her.

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disclaimer // 18+ content. this story includes being rafes step sister, unprotected sex, p in v, kinda pervy rafe, breeding kink, and i think that's it idk

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you knew it was wrong ─ fucking your step brother while your boyfriend was out doing whatever the hell he was doing. you didn't care that you were cheating on topper at this point but with his best friend that just so happens to be your step brother? what the fuck.

topper had been ignoring your texts lately and going out with his friends a lot more than usual ─ turning his location off while he's out with them. he pushed you over the edge when he blocked you tonight after telling you he'll be busy tonight. you ran to rafes room with tears in your eyes that eventually led up to your current situation,

"that lil fucker ─ shit girl." he leans back a bit to watch your pretty pussy swallow his cock whole, sucking in a breath. "he's been treating you like shit lately huh? fuckkk ─ big bro will take care of you, yeah? yeahhh, shh shh s'okay baby" he grabs one your hands intertwining them in his and moving his other to rub harsh circles on your puffy clit.

you whine out totally overstimulated by his cock stretching you out and the newfound pleasure of him playing with your sensitive pussy. "rafeee ─ s'too much."

he grinned down at you while rubbing your clit harder. "you can take it. i hear you faking with toppers dumbass when you sneak him in. you need some real dick." you clench around him, tears staining your cheeks while he pumps in and out of at a speed that has you seeing little white dots around his room.

"fuck baby ─ this what toppers missing out on right now? feels s'good. so fucking good." you moan out loudly which is quickly muffled by his hand flying to cover your mouth. "cant let the whole house know your cock drunk off your stepbrothers dick, yeah? stay quiet doll."

rafe can tell you're close by the way your pussy flutters around his cock and the way you grip onto his large biceps like your life depends on it. he's close too, so fucking close ─ he's been waiting to fuck you for what felt like years now. if anything it made him happy top was very obviously cheating on you. now you could finally be all his.

"shit baby, m'gonna cum. gonna let me cum in this pussy?" rafe is pounding you into the mattress, still rubbing your sensitive bud. you nod eagerly, barely understanding what he just said.

he knows you're too cock drunk to understand ─ just nodding your pretty little head to anything he says. "really gonna let step bro nut in you? gonna let me fill you with my babies? nasty, nasty girl." you completely let go letting your orgasm wash over you, clenching even harder on his cock.

of course rafe sticks to his word and cums deep inside of you, fucking the cum up into you. he leans back to watch it drip out of you and onto his sheets. "fucking hell." he looks back up at your fucked out state ─ eyes glossy, lips red and swollen, hair a fuckin' mess. yet you're begging him for more. "oh yeahhh. babydoll just needed to get a taste of some real dick, huh? you want some more? yeah? shit. yeahhh, goood girl." he says sliding right back into you.

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Everyone has a Price

Rafe Cameron × virgin!fem!reader

summary: Rafe "buys" y/n's virginity online and they spend a week together, in which they sleep together and get closer than they initially had planned.

warnings: fluffy, age difference (reader: 24, Rafe: 29), smut, loss of virginity, p in v (unprotected), oral (fem receiving), handjob, fingering, shower sex, (potential) size kink, making out, miscommunication, angsty

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waking up to you

au!rafe cameron x reader

— in which you wake up in a strange alternate reality that just so happens to be the outer banks universe, and to your disbelief, you’re suddenly in a relationship with the shows most unlikely character, rafe cameron.

warnings: safe!!

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previous

you pull into the lot, the crunch of gravel beneath the truck’s tires the only sound you hear as you shift the car into park. so far, so good, you think, shutting off the engine and tossing your keys into your lap.

the ride here had been surprisingly smooth, considering you’re driving a truck you’ve never touched before in a world that feels completely foreign. a quick glance at google maps had helped you navigate.

taking a deep breath, you step out of the truck, slamming the door shut behind you and instantly squinting as the midday sun catches your eyes. you glance up at the sign outside the wreck, the familiar wooden board making your heart race a little faster.

you’re not ready, but you push forward anyway. with the keys still clutched in your hand, you head toward the restaurant, your stomach in knots.

as you approach the entrance, you hesitate, lingering behind the door even though most of the place is made of glass. you can already see customers inside, people chatting and eating, and in the middle of it all—the pogues.

your heart lurches in your chest. they’re here. jj, pope, john b, and kiara. they’re all here. the sight of them—alive, real, in the flesh—makes your head spin.

with a deep breath, you pull the door open and step inside, trying to smooth down your clothes as you cautiously approach the group. kiara is the first to spot you, standing by the table while the boys sit, looking like she’s mid-shift. her eyes widen when she sees you, and she immediately puts her tray down on the table, practically rushing over to you.

“y/n, holy f—” she breathes, throwing her arms around you in a tight hug. you freeze for a second, still processing the fact that kiara carrera is hugging you like you’ve been friends for years, but you quickly wrap your arms around her in return.

“where have you been?” she asks, pulling back to look at you with concern.

you’re confused but manage a small smile. “uh . . . here and there.”

before kiara can respond, john b and pope stand up from their seats, walking over to join the reunion. their faces are serious, concerned, and the energy shifts from relief to something heavier. they hug you, one after the other—john b slapping you on the back, pope squeezing your shoulder.

“you’ve been m.i.a. for weeks,” kiara says, her tone still filled with worry. you can only nod, your mind racing. m.i.a.? weeks? what has this universe’s version of you been up to?

john b’s half-joking tone cuts through the tension. “no, no, yeah, is rafe keeping you hostage or something?” he asks with joking-concern, though there’s a sharpness in his eyes that tells you he’s not entirely kidding.

you force a laugh, not sure how to answer. “i’ve just been busy. i guess.”

but the questions don’t stop. “you never spend time with us anymore,” pope adds, his voice a little quieter but still pointed. “not even a ‘hi’.”

john b nods, quickly jumping in. “yeah, like the other day—i saw you driving, and you just . . . you looked stressed. didn’t even wave.”

you blink, trying to process their words, but your gaze drifts toward jj, who’s been quiet this whole time, standing behind the others, just watching you. he’s risen out of his seat, his hands resting on the back of the chair, his expression unreadable.

your eyes lock onto his, and there’s an awkward silence that stretches between you two as the others continue to speak, their words starting to blur in your head.

you have no idea what you’re supposed to say, no clue how to answer their questions, because you have no idea what kind of life this you has been living.

kiara glances around, ensuring that the boys are momentarily distracted, before she pulls you aside, her expression turning serious. “hey, can we talk for a second?” she asks, lowering her voice as if to guard a secret. you nod.

as you step away from the lively chatter of the pogues, kiara leans in closer, her brow furrowing slightly. “are you and jj okay?” she asks, her tone heavy with concern. you blink, momentarily stunned by the question.

are you two not? your mind races to comprehend what’s happening. what did you miss?

kiara’s expression softens, but you can see the confusion flickering in her eyes. she hesitates for a moment, gauging your reaction. before you can press her for clarification, you glance back toward the boys. jj is striding over, his expression a mix of determination and something more vulnerable that you can’t quite place. relief floods through you; he’ll help you make sense of this chaos.

as he approaches, he suddenly envelops you in a tight embrace, pulling you into him as if the air itself is a precious commodity. the warmth of his body against yours is overwhelming, and you find yourself caught off guard by the intensity of the hug.

“you can’t just scare me like that,” he mutters into your hair, his voice low and slightly strained. you pull back slightly to look into his eyes, the concern etched across his features makes your heart ache.

“i’m sorry,” you finally manage to say, still grappling with the weight of their worry. “i didn’t mean to . . . whatever i did.”

jj’s frown deepens as he holds your shoulders, grounding you. “it’s okay. we’ve all been worried about you,” he admits, his tone sincere, almost tender. “you just . . . disappeared.”

“disappeared?” you echo, the word hanging heavy in the air.

kiara watches from a distance, her expression shifting from relief to concern as she observes the exchange between you and jj. “i’ll talk to you later,” she whispers, stepping back to rejoin the boys.

“are you good?” jj asks again, his eyes searching yours for the truth.

you nod, but inside, uncertainty churns. “i think so,” you reply, forcing a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. “just been a rough couple of . . . hours. sorry.”

the thought that your friends have been worried about you, that they felt your absence acutely, makes you feel a strange blend of gratitude and guilt.

you slip into an empty seat at the table, feeling the weight of their eyes on you, though they’re not staring outright—just that subtle, expectant energy from people who know you, who expect you to slip into conversation naturally.

the pogues keep talking, voices overlapping, john b saying something about a boat, pope chiming in about something kiara did the other night. you try to follow, but the tension in your chest grows tighter with each passing second.

you pull your phone out of your pocket, more as a distraction than anything else, but as soon as you unlock it, you see a series of texts from rafe lighting up the screen.

‘ where are u ’

‘ ? ’

‘ y/n ’

a jolt of nerves shoots through you. you hesitate, glancing around the table before typing a quick, evasive reply: ‘ grabbing something to eat ’ and then you lock the phone, slipping it back into your pocket as if shutting it off will somehow keep rafe from reaching through the screen and dragging you back to him.

you’re about to breathe a sigh of relief when you notice kiara watching you. her brow is slightly furrowed, concern clearly etched into her expression. she can sense something’s off—you’re not fooling anyone.

quietly, she reaches across the table, her fingers brushing yours as she places her hand on top of yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

you glance at her, surprised by the small gesture. her eyes search yours, asking a question she doesn’t need to voice. you manage a small, grateful nod in response.

she doesn’t say anything, but she doesn’t let go either. she just holds your hand, her quiet way of telling you that she’s here, that whatever’s going on with you, she’s got your back. it makes your chest feel tight in a different way now—a kind of bittersweet ache.

there’s something comforting about her kindness, about how she’s looking out for you even when you barely know how to look out for yourself in this universe.

the boys keep talking, the hum of their conversation flowing around you, but you’re only half-listening. you’re too busy wondering how long you can keep pretending, how long before someone calls you out, or worse—how long before rafe shows up, expecting you to be the girl he knows, the one you’re clearly not.

you give kiara’s hand a gentle squeeze back, silently thanking her. whatever this universe’s y/n had with these people, it was clearly something worth holding onto. now, you just have to figure out how to live up to it.

you drive back to the camerons’ house, the road blurring a little as your thoughts swirl with everything that happened at the wreck. the pogues, the way they looked at you, kiara’s hand holding yours . . . it was overwhelming.

and then rafe’s texts—those three small messages that sent a ripple of anxiety through your chest.

you pull up to the house and notice an extra car parked outside, one you didn’t see earlier. you assume it must be rafe’s. he’s home.

turning off the engine, you sit in the car for a second longer than you need to, just staring at the house. it’s quiet, as it always seems to be. you sigh, grabbing your phone and sliding out of the truck. your steps are slow, calculated, as you walk toward the nearest door that leads inside, keys jingling softly in your hand.

you let yourself in, the familiar stillness of the cameron estate washing over you. you half expect to hear rafe’s voice, or even the sound of something from the kitchen, but there’s nothing.

your shoes make soft thuds against the hardwood as you approach the staircase, heading upstairs, but you’re stopped halfway up by movement out of the corner of your eye.

someone is pacing in the hallway—going back and forth between one of the rooms and the bathroom.

you freeze, instincts kicking in as you press yourself slightly against the railing, watching the figure move. it takes a second for your eyes to adjust to the dim light filtering through the hall, but when they do, you realize it’s a girl.

she’s rushing, flustered, like she’s trying to get ready for something or find something important.

you squint, trying to get a better look. and then it hits you. sarah, rafe’s sister.

your mind stalls for a second, trying to piece this together. sarah’s here? your confusion deepens as you process what you're seeing.

in the show, sarah had practically sworn off coming home because of rafe, too afraid or too angry to set foot in this house. but now, here she is, pacing around like she never left.

you blink, trying to make sense of it all. things really are different here, you think, the realization sinking in deeper. this isn’t the world you knew from the show. people are different. timelines are different. maybe even rafe is different.

“sarah?” your voice comes out a little softer than you intend, tinged with concern. sarah freezes in her tracks, realizing she’s not alone. she turns toward the sound of your voice, her eyes scanning the hallway until they land on you, just now reaching the top of the stairs.

“oh! y/n. i didn’t even . . even hear you come in,” sarah says, moving back into the bathroom, fiddling with an earring that looks like it’s giving her trouble.

you hesitate for a moment, glancing around cautiously, tiptoeing past the open doors, half expecting rafe to be lurking somewhere. you check every shadow, every open space, feeling that knot of unease tightening in your chest. like he could appear at any second. and for some reason, it scares you more than it should.

“yeah, you know me! quiet as a . . .” your voice trails off when sarah leaves the bathroom again, now heading back into her room.

your steps quicken, and you catch up to her, pausing at the doorway as she moves around, her pace hurried. something about it feels off.

“hey, what are you doing?” you ask, more out of curiosity, but also trying to make sense of what you’re seeing.

sarah barely looks up, focused on adjusting her earring, her back still turned to you. “i’ve got to head out. there’s this thing i promised kie i’d go to, but of course! i’m running late.”

the casual tone throws you off, like this is just another ordinary day. but your mind races, trying to keep up. kie?

the door downstairs clicks open, and you hear the familiar jangle of keys hitting the table near the entrance. sarah pauses for a moment, but only to check her reflection, humming softly to herself. the sound of rafe’s voice calling out from below makes you stiffen.

“y/n?”

sarah, oblivious, brushes past you, grabbing her phone as she’s ready to head out.

you reach for her instinctively, fingers grazing her arm, wanting her to stay, to keep her here just a little longer, but it’s no use. she pulls away easily, humming her tune as she heads downstairs.

your hand lingers in the air for a second before it falls back to your side, and you clench your fists tight, feeling the cold bite of unease creeping up your spine.

you’re left alone in the hallway, breath caught in your throat, and you can hear rafe jogging up the stairs—too fast for you to get your bearings, too quick for you to decide on what the hell to do next. your eyes dart around, searching for a place to hide or something to distract yourself with, but it’s too late.

he nudges sarah playfully as he passes her, like this is routine, and before you can even process it, rafe’s standing in front of you, catching you off guard with that easy smirk of his.

he’s amused. you can tell. you must look ridiculous leaning against the doorframe like that, trying way too hard to appear nonchalant.

his gaze flickers over you, and for a second, you think he’s going to laugh, but instead, he closes the gap between you, his hand slipping easily around your waist. the kiss he presses to your forehead is casual, familiar.

“hey,” he murmurs against your skin before pulling back and slipping into his room, leaving you standing there in your awkward daze.

you gnaw on your bottom lip as you step into the room after him.

rafe settles into his chair with a heavy sigh, leaning back and rubbing at his temples, clearly worn out. his fingers press into his skin, trying to relieve some of the tension, and you can’t help but watch him for a moment. he looks like he’s been through it.

you move slowly toward the bed, leaning back against the edge, trying to steady your breath and ease the weird knot in your stomach. rafe is quiet for a bit, eyes closed, before he speaks up, his voice low, almost distracted.

“ran into my dad earlier.”

you stay quiet, just nodding, letting him talk. you’re not sure how you’re supposed to respond to that, especially with how vague that even is. he’s still rubbing at his temples, and then he adds, “hey, has sarah talked to you at all about . . .”

you arch a brow, confused. “about what?”

rafe pauses, his eyes flicking over to you, but when he realizes you have no idea what he’s talking about, he just shakes his head, muttering under his breath, “nothing.”

why is everyone being so secretive today? it’s infuriating.

there’s a beat of silence before he changes the subject, dropping his hand from his face and leaning forward a bit, looking at you more closely. “where were you earlier? you said you were getting somethin’ to eat? bring me anything?”

you feel your pulse quicken, scrambling for a lie that’ll stick. “oh, yeah, i, uh, went to this place nearby—what was it called?” you stall for a second before pulling a name that you think you remember seeing on the way to the wreck. “waterman’s cafe. but there was this huge line, and they were backed up on orders, so . . . i just ended up getting something quick for myself.”

you give a half-hearted shrug, trying to sell it. “didn’t think i’d be there for that long, so . . . sorry, didn’t bring you anything.”

rafe just nods, looking a little disappointed but too tired to really care. “yeah, s’all good. don’t worry about it.”

he leans back again, rubbing his temples, and the room falls quiet. you can feel the weight of everything—how out of place you are, how close you are to slipping up.

your phone buzzes softly in your pocket, cutting through the quiet, and you pull it out to check. it's a text from kie.

‘ miss u already. why didn’t u come back with sarah? 3 of us together again ’

it makes you smile for a second, but before you can dwell on it, rafe rubs the back of his neck and gets up from his chair. “you ready to go?”

your smile fades as you blink at him, caught off guard. “what?” the question slips out before you can stop it. go where?

rafe furrows his brows, clearly confused. “why are you forgetting so much today? we’re going to the . . .” he trails off, waving a hand in the air like it’s obvious, “you told me yesterday that you wanted me to take you shopping for midsummers. said you wanted a new dress, shoes, whatever.”

you feel your breath catch for a second. midsummers. you remember that from the show, where all the kooks in the outer banks dressed up in fancy attire—the girls in dresses, the guys in suits and ties.

you play along, nodding slowly, but you feel yourself processing the idea of shopping with rafe, and—admittedly—a part of you feels a little intrigued by it.

you get to spend rafe’s money.

your lips twitch up into a slight smirk as you entertain the thought. is this what having a sugar daddy feels like? you snicker to yourself at the ridiculousness of the idea.

“right, yeah, shopping,” you say, standing up and smoothing your hands over your shorts, trying to act casual. “totally didn’t forget, let’s go.”

rafe, unaware of the internal chaos you’re experiencing, watches you for a second before shaking his head with a soft chuckle. “you’ve been forgetful as hell lately,” he mutters, checking his pockets to make sure he has what he needs. “you seriously need to get out of your head.”

you laugh, unsure whether he’s being serious or just teasing you. “yeah, i guess i’ve just been . . . distracted.”

“distracted, huh?” rafe glances at you again, one eyebrow raised, almost like he’s questioning you but decides to let it go. “let’s go then. the sooner we get there, the sooner we can get outta there.”

he’s clearly not thrilled about going, but it seems like he’s doing it for you—or, well, for the version of you that apparently wanted this yesterday.

as you head downstairs, his hand brushes yours, guiding you toward the front door. before you leave, though, he glances back at you, his voice lower. “oh, by the way, my dad said your parents are visiting, like, ‘rica right now.”

your feet stop abruptly on the stairs. rica? your parents . . . are in costa rica?

rafe’s voice is casual, but the words hit you like a truck.

for a second, your entire body freezes, your hand gripping the wooden railing a little too tightly. your parents—your parents—are in costa rica right now. it’s like your mind can’t fully grasp the concept.

your parents you grew up with, always talking wistfully about the places they’d visit one day, always saying, “when we have time, when we save enough, we’ll go.”

it’s the sort of thing you used to talk about over dinner when you were younger, your mom flipping through travel magazines, your dad rambling about the rainforest and wildlife they’d visit.

those conversations always ended with a resigned sigh, your mom closing the magazine, saying, “maybe someday.”

but this version of your parents? they’re not stuck in ‘maybe someday.’ they’re in costa riva, living the life they always wanted.

you swallow hard, your throat tightening with the wave of emotion that suddenly crashes over you. you blink rapidly, trying to force away the tears that well up behind your eyes. you can’t just break down. not in front of rafe.

on one hand, you’re genuinely happy for them, knowing that their dream finally came true in this version of your life. but on the other hand, it’s a brutal reminder that your parents, the ones you grew up with in the world you know outside of this, never got that chance. they never made it past those conversations.

rafe, oblivious to you, doesn’t seem to notice the full weight of what he’s just told you. he starts down the rest of the stairs, but you remain stuck on the middle step, your hand still gripping the banister. you take a shaky breath, glancing down at your feet, willing the lump in your throat to go away.

“y/n?” rafe turns back when he notices you haven’t moved. his brows knit together, concern briefly flashing in his eyes. “you alright?”

“mhm,” you hum, and you clear your throat quickly, forcing a tight smile onto your face. “yeah, i’m fine.” you nod, though it feels like you’re lying to yourself more than to him. “i just . . . didn’t know they were there.”

he shrugs like it’s no big deal. “yeah, apparently they’ve been there for a while. you should probably call them tonight or something. i think they miss you.”

that comment hits you like another punch to the gut. they miss you? why is rafe the one telling you this, and not your own parents? unless they have? but . . .

there’s just something you’re not getting. something’s missing. it’s like everyone else—your parents, the pogues, even rafe—knows something you don’t. and the longer you stay in this world, the more you realize that the other version of you, the y/n who actually belongs here, has been avoiding people. ghosting them.

you take a step down, feeling like you’re moving through quicksand, but you try to pull herself together.

rafe watches you carefully, sensing something is off but not fully understanding it. he rubs the back of his neck and takes a few steps toward the door. “c’mon.”

you nod, following him out the door.

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Arachnophilia - Masterlist

Drider!Miguel O'Hara X Reader

Fluff n smut (and probably angst) fic collection (+18)

Notes: okay this is just to like, compartmentalize so I don't have to put all new chapters on each one, cos its gonna get REAL long. Also just a reminder this is still ongoing!

Plot: You're a new recruit to the spider society, and you've just been sent on your first mission on one condition: Do not contact Miguel's variant in this universe. When your mission goes wrong you break that rule very quickly, desperate for help, only to find that Miguel's variant here is not what you expected. He's stoic but kind, awkward but sincere, and he's also an enormous human-spider hybrid: a drider, both human and arachnid. You decide to continue seeing Miguel in secret, with the rest of the society unaware. You really want to stay friends after all. That is, until Miguel suddenly goes into a rut. Now you're his mate, trapped in a dizzying heat that only he can fix, trying to hide your relationship from your suspicious superiors. What could go wrong?

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine

Part Ten

Part Eleven

Part Twelve

Part Thirteen

Part Fourteen

Part Fifteen

Part Sixteen

Part Seventeen

Part Eighteen

Part Nineteen

Part Twenty

Part Twenty one

Part Twenty two

Part Twenty Three

Part Twenty Four

Part Twenty Four (Threesome Version)

Part Twenty five

Part Twenty Six

Part Twenty Seven

Part Twenty Eight

Part Twenty Nine

Part Thirty

Party Thirty one

Part Thirty Two

Party Thirty Three

Party Thirty Four

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Epilogue (1) (Baby AU)

Epilogue (2) (Adoption AU)

Epilogue (3) (Childfree AU) Link to read on AO3

Hello! Can anyone help me find this fanfiction please!! It’s a miguel o'hara fanfic. It about the reader (who’s is spider women) who didn’t listen to Miguel went by herself to a different dimensions. One day she needed help and went to find Miguel twin in another dimension. Turns out that twin is half spider body and half human. The story continues on with reader and the twin love story.

Thank you!!!!

Heat of The Moment

TW: unhinged Rafe. Dominant sex. Dirty talk. Language. Oral sex. Hair pulling. Cum swallowing.

REQUESTED:

@gianadrichardson-blog

So the idea I have in my mind is that y/n and Rafe are dating and Rafe KNOWS that every guy wants y/n from tourons, college guys and even his best friends want her. So while y/n was out of town with her parents, Topper accidentally revealed that he had feelings for y/n and tried to date her while her and Rafe was in the talking stage. So Rafe calls y/n and sees where she at. When Rafe gets y/n location he shows up and let out his frustration he had and record them having sex with y/n then send to topper with the message “keep away from my girl”

Maybe y/n older brother have y/n phone and decided to play a prank on rafe acting like a guy had y/n phone

Heat of the Moment

"What the fuck, Top?!" Rafe accuses, holding Topper's phone high enough out of reach. But your pictures remain on the screen. More specifically, pictures the friend of your boyfriend shouldn't have.

"I- just stop it, man-"

"My girlfriend's tits are on your screen! What am I supposed to think?"

"She's in a bikini but it it doesn't matter okay? Just-just let me have it back." But Rafe smashes it before Topper can even brush his fingers against it. His finger is pointed in his former friend's face before he can right Rafe's actions that he believes wholeheartedly are justified.

"Rafe. When you and her were just talking, I...I thought I had a shot. I get that now, okay? I just, sometimes I wonder what if-"

"If I even see you looking at her after this, you won't be able to ever look again."

Rafe was already fuming. He was jealous and curious, both existing to a dangerous degree that meant his knuckles were bloodied more than healed and his voice hoarse from having defended you.

There wasn't a soul within a dramatic radius within the Outer Banks that didn't see your beauty. Whether it was the stunning way your eyes could focus and become instantly lustful with one look at your boyfriend or the way your voice warmed even the coldest of hearts, Rafe Cameron knew exactly what he had.

Perfection.

He just didn't expect to have to have to defend you to someone so close to him- someone who has apparently had feelings for you since before you were officially anything with Rafe. It makes his hands wrap tightly around the steering wheel and his foot practically punch a hole into the floor of his truck as he races across the Carolina road.

He never thought he left it to question. You were his. He was yours. It was as official as it could be without a ring or contract of marriage and yet he knew he needed to make it unquestionably true to the one person it mattered to.

So without a call or text in warning, he is pounding at your front door.

"Rafe? Are you okay baby, you-" He is over your threshold, face between your hands, your body pulled into his as he kisses you between words.

"You know I love you, yeah?" You nod with your hands coming up around his wrists. If you didn't trust him so gravely then you'd worry for the strength behind his hands as he brought you against him.

"You know I'd do anything for you?" He kisses with a grunt, more animal than the man you talked to earlier this morning.

"And that you say our word and it stops, no questions asked? That you know I put you first?" His forehead rests against yours as he waits for your agreement. It takes less than the time of a blink before he gets it.

"Good, remember that because I'm about to fuck you like I hate you." He lifts you around him and up your steps, suddenly too far away from your room.

You were the complete opposite of touch starved and yet you felt as if you had been drowning without his touch, the first moment of contact being an exhale for relief. Only in the juxtaposition that was being his girlfriend it also made you lightheaded.

"Rafe-" His hand comes up over your mouth as he only manages to get to the steps and turns you to cover them. Your knees dig into the uncomfortable wood and yet all you can focus on is the heat of the moment.

"Need to use that word, baby?"

You shake your head as he guides your hands around the open spaces between the bars making up your bannister.

"Then hold on." His belt sounds first and then the rough fabric of his pants being shoved.

"Jesus Christ, baby, I don't even need to spit on my cock, so I?" He leans over you, kicking your legs just wide enough to leave some comfort in the angle. "Always so wet for me isn't that right?"

"Always!" You moan into his hand as he grins against your shoulder before reaching into his pocket.

You hear the wrapper of the confom being torn and make the mistake to turn and see him do it with his teeth. Something about the savagery of it and the heat behind his eyes, still possessing your care above all else, and it sends you drenching the valley awaiting him.

"Safe and-" He moans, a deep honey tone, that makes your toes curl knowing you wrap around him snuggly enough to cause such a reaction.

"Tight, baby! Fuck!" He hits the stairs beside your cheek and yet it does nothing to limit anything. If anything, it spurs you both on as his other hand releases your mouth and you're able to kiss the skin of his fist as if to soften his rigidity.

"How are you so sweet AND sexy-hmm? Always know just what I need don't you baby?" Your body wills itself to endure all that is Rafe Cameron. Every tension soiling his happiness now pumping through every snap of his hips until all that remains is the frustration you know he veils from you. Still, you trust that every shove of him into you is only a method of showing you he cares.

However, it has never been quite this possessive before. Quite this needy. Quite this deep or hard.

And you fucking love it.

His hands can't move fast enough and yet they are graceful and not amateur. He rolls your nipples as he kisses your neck, thrusting without break, and whispering every dirty thought you have constructed in your time apart.

And then he becomes completely and utterly unhinged. Taking you in his lap, he pulls you facing away from him, still seated to the root. He bounces you, one hand around your neck, as the other rubs your clit. It can't be comfortable for him with the wood beneath you and still he is too driven by the cries you're making in the sound of his name to care about anything but this next thrust-or the dozens that follow.

"Nobody knows just how dirty you get for me, isn't that right baby? How deep you take my dick in this perfect little pussy? Yeah?" He slaps your clit with just enough pressure to make you jolt until he lifts his hips and makes you forget of the sting it leaves behind.

"How loud you get? It's a miracle nobody has called the cops yet. You sound like you're in pain, shit-" He turns you to him with the grip around your neck moving to your jaw and turning you to him.

"You good baby?"

"Harder-"

"That's my fucking girl?" You're lifted with a gasp following you as he takes you into your room. You are only allowed the reprieve of wood beneath your soles for a second before he's rutting you into the bed. Hand pushing your face into the sheets to somewhat muffle your screaming, all you hear is the repetitive "yeah"s in the mix of your name as he wallows in you.

"Do I have to worry about anyone else ever knowing about how good you feel?" You are torn away from your blissful daze at the question.

"What?" You turn and face him, seeing the phone pointed towards you. The heat from your skin accelerated until it is now the marrow in your bones and you can't cool it, not that you want to.

"Who fucks you deep enough to make you soak his cock like this?"

"Rafe!" You manage as he pulls your hair and makes your back arch for him.

"Who makes you dizzy and shit when he knows just where to hit?"

He pulls you to him, against his chest until you can look up at him.

"Who loves you enough to prove to everyone on this goddamn island you're his?! Huh?"

"RAFE! GOD! YOU, RAFE?" You sob, the pleasure almost painful as he grips your hip with one hand and keeps the phone recording in the other. The video is shaky and then disposed of as his cum begins to shoot from his heavy balls and up his shaft.

"On your knees, baby-" He takes the phone back, pointing it to your face. As always, he kisses you sweetly and runs a thumb over your lips, before you take him behind your smirk.

"Ohhh baby-" You accept him slowly before opening your throat to him. Eyes locked and cheeks prepped to be hollow, you wait as he cocks his head before powering through. He thrusts.

Twice.

Once.

And then becomes a blur.

Only grunts and 'fucks' leave between moans.

"Shit baby, you're gonna make me come- you want it?" He asks, managing to open his eyes long enough to see you nod. Digging your nails into his thighs, you drive him to pulse into your throat, over your tongue, and along with your swallow.

"Open-" he points the camera to show just the good girl you are.

"I fucking love you, baby, and now nobody will question who you belong to again."

"I don't think they do, Rafe..." You laugh it off as he helps you to your feet and into his arms within your bed.

As you fall asleep, you hear him tapping away on his phone before finally focusing completely on you. You rest well within his arms, satisfied in the countless orgasms you had as he reached his own, sweet dreams awaiting you that pale in comparison to what it means to be loved by Rafe.

Across town, Topper's phone buzzes. A video file from Rafe. The new phone, bought not even ten minutes after his last one was smashed sits in wait for the message.

MP4 file.

It is opened. The sound of slurping around the impressive shaft, angry and near completion is spliced with the sight of you spread for him on the stairs as well as the hip of the bed. Your cries are only of pleasure and they echo as the video plays.

"Stay away from my girl." Comes a warning meant for Topper.

Only it isn't Topper's eyes that come to the scene.

And it isn't Topper's life that gets the threat.

It is your brother's and he has just been waiting for an excuse to let out his own rage out against Rafe.

MASTERLIST

i loooveeed your older!rafe fic sm i gotta request more😩🤭

let’s do older!dbf!rafe who catches reader being verbally abused by her boyfriend & protects her from further harm & this is how their affair starts.

but oh- her dad catches them in the act!🫣 „but daddy i love him!“ & when her dad hears about how he saved her from her shitty boyfriend he kinda accepts it but is still finding it weird🤭

older!dbf! rafe cameron x afab!reader

warnings: abusive ex, age gap (reader is 20, rafe is 43), unprotected sex, marking, hair pulling, creampie, fucking on multiple surfaces, praising, female & male oral receiving, fingering, scratching, back shots, car shenanigans, semi public sex, biting, dirty talk, creampie, getting caught

Rafe sat at the bar, sipping his whiskey, when he overheard the vile insults being hurled at the young woman sitting next to him. She was clearly drunk, and her boyfriend was taking advantage of her situation to berate and belittle her.

"Let go of me, Brad!" she slurred, trying to tug her wrist free from his painful grasp. "Don't you dare walk away from me, bitch!" Brad snarled, his face red with anger. "You think you can just leave me here?" the girl winced, her eyes welling up with tears as he dug his fingers painfully into her skin. Brad raised his other hand, balling it into a fist, and that was when Rafe had heard enough. He stepped in, grabbing Brad by the collar and wrenching him away from her.

"Stop it, please!" she cried, her voice wobbling as she tried to pull Rafe and Brad apart. Rafe growled at Brad, completely ignoring the girls cry to make him stop, "Never lay your hands on a woman like that, especially not if she's with a piece of shit like you. Show some respect, asshole." Rafe released his grip on Brad's collar, shoving him backwards. Brad stumbled, righted himself, and then spat at Rafe, "Mind your own business, old man!" He turned to the young woman, his face contorted with anger. "We're done, hear me? I'm leaving!" brad said before storming out of the bar.

Rafe watched Brad storm out of the bar, then turned his attention to the young woman. She was rubbing her wrist, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Are you alright?" he asked gently, his voice a stark contrast to Brad's harsh tone.

She looked up at him with red, puffy eyes, sniffling. "yeah...thank you...I'm so sorry...he's never...I mean, he's grabbed me before, but not like that...I'm so embarrassed..." She buried her face in her hands, sobbing. "Come here.." Rafe murmured, pulling her into a gentle hug. She burrowed into his chest, sobbing quietly. After a moment, he said, "I can take you home if you'd like." She sniffled, pulling back to look up at him.

that’s when y/n got a good look at the man.

he was taller than her; basically towering over her.

he was gorgeous.. blue eyes that were so intense, he had some scruff growing, that made you wonder what it felt like between your thighs—

"Yes, please...but you don't have to, you already did so much..." She hiccuped again, wiping her tears on the back of her hand. Rafe gave her a warm smile, that made her knees buckle, brushing her hair out of her face. "Nonsense, it's the least I can do," he insisted. "Besides, I wouldn't forgive myself if I let you take a cab home alone, not after what just happened." He helped her gather her things.

As they stepped out into the cool night air, Rafe turned to her and said, "I'm Rafe, by the way. Rafe Cameron." He extended a hand, waiting for her to take it.

and that’s how this whole situation started.

months later, rafe and y/n found themselves entangled within in his sheets, limbs entwined and bodies slick with sweat.

Rafe groaned as he thrust into her, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "You feel so good, sweetheart.." he hissed through gritted teeth.

His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips as he continued to pump into her, his thick erection stretching her, filling her completely. y/n moaned beneath him, her fingernails scoring his back as she clung to him, her inner muscles clenching around him with each thrust. "Oh, angel'," Rafe drawled, his voice low and rough with desire. "I told you I'd show you what it's like with an older man, didn't I?" He flexed his hips, driving deeper into her. “how much better i could take care of you.. hm?”

"You're so tight, so responsive...you were wasting your time with that boy," he groaned, his breath hitching as she scored her nails down his back once more. "I know what you need, sweetheart."

He shifted his angle, his powerful hips bucking against her as he drove into that spot that made her see stars. His thumb found her swollen bud, circling it expertly as his beard-roughened face nuzzled against her breasts. "cum for me, angel.”

y/n’s back arched, her head thrown back against the pillow as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. She moaned his name, her voice hoarse and broken, her fingernails digging into his shoulders as she clung to him. She was drowning in sensation, consumed by him. "Rafe..." with a guttural groan, Rafe buried his face against her neck and stiffened, his hips jerking against hers as he found his own release. He pulled out of her, his warm seed spilling onto her belly as he praised her. "So beautiful, sweetheart, so perfect..."

the bedroom door suddenly slammed open, revealing a red-faced Mr. Y/L/N. "Y/N!" he roared, his eyes darting between his daughter's naked form and Rafe's bare backside. "Rafe? are you fucking serious?" he barked at Rafe, who quickly grabbed his pants and covered himself. Mr. Thompson's face turned an even deeper shade of red as he took in the scene before him. "Rafe," he said, his voice tight. "We're business partners. I didn't realize our working relationship extended to...this." He gestured to y/n's prone form on the bed.

Rafe stood up, pulling his pants on and quickly tying the belt. He approached Mr. Thompson, opening his mouth to apologize, but the older man cut him off. "Just leave, Rafe," he said, his voice cold. "I need a moment with my daughter."

as soon as Rafe closed the door behind him, y/n sat up in bed and turned to her father, tears welling up in her eyes. "But Daddy, I love him!" she pleaded. "He saved me from that awful boyfriend of mine; brad! you hated him too! and he's kind and caring and he makes me so happy, Daddy," y/n continued, her voice trembling. "Can't you just... let us be together? Please?" Mr. Y/L/N sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. He looked at his daughter, seeing the desperation in her eyes. "No, y/n/n.." he said firmly, though his heart ached at the sight of his daughter's tears. "Not right now. I need time to process this. You're my little girl, and the idea of you with Rafe...it's just too much."

y/n’s shoulders slumped, and she nodded reluctantly. "Okay, Daddy. I understand," she said, wiping away her tears. But as soon as her father left the room—

she grabbed her phone and sent a quick text to Rafe: ‘Meet me tonight.’

Later that night, y/n snuck out of her bedroom window, carefully navigating the trellis she'd used countless times as a teenager. Rafe was waiting for her in his car, his face etched with concern. "I'm so sorry about your dad," he said, pulling her into a tight embrace, gently stroking her hair. y/n cuddled against his chest, nuzzling his neck. "He'll get over it," she insisted. "I mean, I'm not a kid anymore. He'll realize that eventually. And until then...we'll just have to keep sneaking out." Rafe smirked, his arms tightening around her. "Is it bad that I kinda like the sneaking around part?" he asked, his voice low and husky. y/n laughed softly, her heart fluttering at the possessive way he held her. "I think it's kinda hot, actually..”

They spent the evening on a little date, going to a quaint diner for milkshakes and fries, then strolling through the park hand in hand. Finally, they arrived at the movie drive-in, where they settled into Rafe's car with a blanket and a bag of popcorn.

As the movie began, Rafe's demeanor shifted. He became more focused on y/n than the screen, his hand slowly creeping up and down her thigh. He'd start at her knee, his touch light and gentle, then slowly drag his hand higher, his palm brushing against her inner thigh. y/n's heart raced as Rafe's hand continued its slow, torturous journey up her thigh. She tried to focus on the movie, but it was impossible with his warm touch igniting a fire beneath the surface. She felt herself getting wet, her panties growing damp with desire.

y/n squirmed in her seat, parting her legs ever so slightly to give Rafe better access. He took the hint, his hand sliding even higher until his fingers brushed against the lace of her underwear. "Rafe.." she whimpered, her voice barely audible over the movie's soundtrack.

Rafe leaned over, his breath hot against her neck as his fingers slowly slid beneath the fabric of her underwear. "Shh..” he whispered, his voice low and soothing. "We're just watching the movie, remember?" His fingers gently parted her folds, slowly caressing her wet warmth. Y/N bit her lip to keep from moaning as Rafe's fingers expertly stroked her. She tilted her hips, encouraging him to touch her more deeply. His thumb found her swollen nub, circling it slowly as his fingers continued to thrust in and out of her.

"You don't have to be quiet, sweetheart," Rafe murmured, his lips brushing against her earlobe. "The movie's loud enough to drown you out, and we're in my car. No one's going to hear you..”

y/n let out a loud whimper as Rafe's fingers picked up pace. "Oh god, Rafe!" she cried out, her voice echoing off the car's interior. He chuckled, his thumb pressing harder against her clit as his fingers pumped in and out of her soaked pussy.

y/n's hands clutched at the dashboard, her knuckles turning white as Rafe's touch pushed her closer and closer to the edge. "Rafe, please, I'm...I'm gonna..." she broke off with a loud moan, her body convulsing as she came hard against his fingers.

Rafe's hand gentled, slowly easing her through the aftershocks as he brought his shiny, wet fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean. "Delicious," he murmured, his eyes locked onto hers. "Now, unbuckle my pants, like a good girl.”

With trembling hands, y/n reached over and unbuckled Rafe's belt, then unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. He lifted his hips, allowing her to push his pants and boxers down just far enough for his hard length to spring free.

Rafe praised her with a low, "Good girl," his voice thick with desire. He wrapped one hand around the back of her neck, gently guiding her down onto her knees on the passenger seat. "Just like that, sweetheart. Now, wrap your hand around me and stroke." Rafe's breath caught as y/n wrapped her small hand around his thick shaft, her fingers barely touching as she slowly stroked him. "That's it, just like that.." he praised, his voice low and gruff. "doing so good, sweetheart. It feels so good..”

Rafe's hand covered hers, guiding her as he showed her how he liked to be touched. "A little tighter," he instructed, "and a bit faster." He let her take over, his head falling back against the seat as she pleasured him. She loved the feel of him in her hand, his skin so hot and silky. She could tell he was close, his breathing growing faster, his hips jerking up to meet her strokes.

Rafe's grip on her hand tightened as he neared his climax. "Fuck, y/n you're going to make me...ah!" He came hard, his hot cum shooting out of him in thick, creamy pulses as he pumped his hips against her hand. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..” Rafe let out a satisfied sigh, his body relaxing back against the seat. "y/n.." he breathed, "You're incredible." He reached out, gently cupping her cheek and tilting her face up to his. "Come here," he said softly, pulling her up onto his lap.

y/n straddled Rafe's lap, her arms wrapping around his shoulders as he kissed her deeply. She could taste herself on his lips, mixed with the salty tang of him. He ran his hands up and down her back, his touch tender and soothing.

a few days later, y/n juggled several shopping bags as she let herself into the house, calling out, "I'm home!" She dropped her bags in the hallway and headed for the kitchen, skidding to a halt in the doorway. Mr. Y/L/N was sitting at the kitchen table, his face unreadable. "Dad?" Her dad took a deep breath. "y/n, I've been thinking a lot lately. You’re 20, and...well, I think it's time I give you some more freedom." He paused, running a hand through his hair. “know I can be...overprotective.." he admitted, his face flushing with embarrassment. "But it's only because I love you so much, and I just want to keep you safe. But I realize now that shutting you out and not letting you date is probably doing more harm than good."

"So, I've decided to trust you more. You're a smart girl, and you deserve to have a normal teenage life. But," he added, pointing a finger at her, "whoever you're seeing, they'd better treat you right. You understand?" y/n launched herself at her dad, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug. "Thank you, Daddy!" she exclaimed. "You have no idea how much this means to me." She pulled back, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "So, does this mean I can see rafe again?"

Her dad hesitated, his jaw tensing. "Rafe's a good man," he finally said. "But he's older than you. And he's my business partner." He sighed, "Just...promise me you'll take things slow, okay?"

y/n nodded eagerly, hugging her dad again. "I promise, Dad. I'll be careful, I swear." She kissed his cheek goodbye, then hurried out the door, practically skipping to her car. She drove to Rafe's house, her heart racing with excitement as she pulled into his driveway.

She rang the doorbell, shifting from foot to foot nervously as she waited. The door swung open, revealing Rafe shirtless, with low-slung sweats and a lazy smile. "Hey, beautiful," he drawled, pulling her inside and kissing her deeply. rafes pulled back from the kiss, frowning slightly. "What's gotten into you?" he asked, even as his hands roamed over her curves. "Not that I'm complaining." He nipped at her bottom lip. "But you're acting extra needy tonight..”

Rafe's eyes widened briefly before a slow smile spread across his face. "Well, then..." he murmured, scooping her up in his arms and carrying her to the bedroom. He laid her down gently on the bed, his hands and mouth continuing to explore her body. "No more sneaking around..no more hiding..” Rafe's hands slowly pushed up her tank top, baring more of her skin to his touch. He kissed along her collarbone, his fingers toying with the hem of her top. "Lift your arms," he murmured, his voice low and commanding.

Rafe's kisses trailed down her body, his hands following suit. He unhooked her bra, his hands gently squeezing her breasts before his mouth followed, lavishing attention on each peak. He slowly kissed his way down her stomach, his hands gripping her thighs as he knelt between them. "You have no idea how hard it's been..” Rafe growled, his hands skimming up her sides. "I'd have kept sneaking around to be with you, no matter what your dad said." He nuzzled into her neck. "I'm so addicted to you, angel..”

y/n writhed beneath him, her breath hitching. "Well, thankfully we don't have to sneak around anymore," she purred, her hands tangling in his hair. "Now you can have me whenever you want." Rafe groaned, his hands tightening on her hips. "Whenever I want, huh?" He nipped at her skin, his fingers tracing the waistband of her jean shorts. "And what if I want you right now? On the bedroom floor, up against the wall, bent over the couch...”

y/n whimpered, her body aching with need. "Yes," she hissed, arching into him. "All of the above. God, Rafe, you're killing me." She wiggled out of his grasp, shimmying out of her jeans and underwear in one go. Rafe grinned wickedly, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Eager little thing, aren't you?" He grabbed her ankles, pulling her to the edge of the bed. "Well, since you're offering...I think I'll start with the floor."

y/n giggled, her voice breathy as Rafe dragged her off the bed and onto the floor. "The floor, huh?" she teased, wrapping her legs around his waist. "You're so romantic." Rafe chuckled, his hands gripping her backside as he kissed the side of her mouth. "Romance later," he promised, his voice growing darker.

"Right now, I just want to bury myself inside you and hear you scream my name." His hands tightened, wanting her to flip over on her knees and palms. Rafe's hands kneaded her backside as he aligned himself with her core, his thick length pushing inside her inch by inch. He gave her time to adjust, his lips exploring hers deeply. His calloused hands were a stark contrast to her soft skin, his fingers flexing as he held onto her.

Rafe's jaw clenched as he drew back and thrust forward again, his pace quickening. "Like this?" he asked gruffly, pulling out of her and pushing back in as he hit it from behind, his hands gripping her hips and pulling her back onto him. She arched her back, pushing herself onto him. She could feel every inch of him, the new angle allowing him to go deeper than before.

“Yes! shit.. just like that," y/n panted, her fingers clawing at his black carpet. "You're so deep...you touch...you touch something inside me." Her words were punctuated by his powerful thrusts, her breath hitching with each movement. "Harder, Rafe, please." Rafe chuckled darkly behind her, his fingers tightening on her hips. "You think you can handle it, angel?" he asked, his voice laced with amusement. Without waiting for a response, he sped up his pace, his hips snapping forward as he buried himself inside her over and over.

Rafe's pace grew faster, his breathing ragged. "You're taking my cock so well, sweetheart.." he praised, his hand snaking around to toy with her puffy clit. He slapped her backside once, twice, the sound of flesh on flesh mingling with their moans. "Such a good girl.” His large hand splayed across her stomach, his fingers splaying over her pretty belly as he pistoned in and out of her. His calloused palm caressed her hip, squeezing her backside appreciatively before delivering another stinging slap. “so fucking beautiful..and all mine.”

y/n's fingers wrapped around his wrist, guiding his hand back to her front. "Desk," she moaned, her voice barely a whisper. "Want you...on the desk..." Rafe understood, his arms wrapping around her waist as he stood, still buried inside her. He carried her to the desk, his strong arms cradling her backside as he perched her on the edge. He leaned her back onto the desktop, his hands braced on either side of her. "Better?" he asked, his eyes flicking up to meet hers.

y/n smiled sweetly, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Yeah," she whispered, her arms wrapping around his neck. She drew him closer, her legs wrapping around his waist. "Now, don't be gentle," she breathed, her fingers tangling in his hair.

Rafe's jaw clenched as he drew back and drove into her with force, making the desk screech back. "Like this?" he asked, his voice gruff. His teeth nipped at her shoulder, his hand fisting in her hair and tugging gently. He pulled her head to the side, his lips finding her throat. y/n's head fell back, her mouth parting as a low, guttural moan escaped. Her fingers tightened in his hair, pulling sharply as her hips canted forward to meet his powerful thrusts. "yes! f-fucking perfect..”," she gasped, her voice barely recognizable. "Mark me, please."

Rafe's moan echoed through the room, the feelings overwhelming him. He suckled at her shoulder, leaving a dark hickey before biting down on her neck, marking her with another bruise as he continued to pound into her. His teeth sank into her flesh, his hips slamming forward with each powerful thrust. He could feel her nails scoring his back, her heels digging into his backside as she urged him on.

The sensations became too much for both of them. y/n’s breath hitched, her body tensing as she climbed closer to the peak. Rafe's breathing grew ragged, his face burrowing into the crook of her neck as he neared his own release.

"Rafe," y/n whimpered, her body quivering. "I'm— i’m close..." Her insides quivered around him, her release nearing. “shh, it’s okay baby, let go for me..”

Rafe's fingers dug into her hips, holding her in place as he drove into her with brutal intensity, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. "Where do you want me to cum, baby?" he growled, his own release threatening to overwhelm him. "Tell me where you want my load." "Inside me," y/n moaned, her voice barely a whisper. "Please, Rafey, I want to feel you...come inside me. Now, please, now..." Her words spurred him on, her inner muscles tightening around him.

Rafe's eyes rolled back, his face contorting with pleasure. The pressure became too much, and with a guttural moan, he buried his face in her neck and came inside her, his hot seed spurting into her as his hips continued to jerk forward; making y/n whimper at the slight overstimulation.

His arms wrapped around her, crushing her to his chest as his body shook with the force of his release. y/n’s own body convulsed, her nails digging into his back as she found her own peak, milking him for every last drop.

Rafe collapsed against her, his breath hot against her neck. "You did so good for me, baby," he praised, his voice hoarse. "You took all of me like such a good girl." He pressed gentle kisses to her skin, his arms tightening possessively around her. "my sweet girl..” They stayed entwined on the desk for several long moments, their breathing slowly returning to normal. Rafe gently lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bathroom, where he stepped into the shower with her, carefully cleaning her up. "I love you," he murmured, pressing soft kisses to her skin.

y/n's heart skipped a beat at the words, her eyes widening in shock. This was the first time Rafe had ever said "I love you" to her, and it meant the world to her.

taste

Pairing: Neighbor!Older!Joel x Reader

Summary: After moving in next door, you've slowly chipped away at Joel's gruff exterior, turning his grumbling into smiles. One night, as you show up at his door with your usual charm, the playful teasing between you two shifts into something much more intense. When Joel finally gives in to his burning desire, he can't help but get lost in your sweetness, leading to a night filled with heated passion and uncontrollable cravings.

this is my first post, `m scared

Warnings: 18+. Explicit content. Unprotected sex. Age gap. Oral sex (female receiving). Intense dirty talk. Obsessive behavior. Protective dominance. Reader has she/her pronouns and a vagina(lol), Detailed descriptions of physical intimacy. MDNI (Minors Do Not Interact).

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The sun had dipped below the horizon by the time you reached Joel’s porch, the sky a tapestry of deep oranges and purples.

It had been a while since you moved in next door, and over time, you’d chipped away at the gruff exterior of the man who now occupied far too many of your thoughts.

He wasn’t one for casual conversation or easy smiles—except, it seemed, when you were around.

You knocked lightly, and the door swung open almost immediately. Joel stood there, his broad frame filling the doorway, his usual scowl softening just a little when he saw you.

“Evenin’, darlin’,” he greeted, his voice a deep, gravelly rumble that always sent a shiver down your spine.

“Hey,” you replied, stepping inside with a smile that you knew got under his skin. “Miss me?”

Joel closed the door behind you, shaking his head, though a faint smirk tugged at his lips.

“You never give me much of a chance to miss you. You’re always showin’ up.”

You flopped onto his couch, making yourself comfortable as you flashed him a playful grin.

“You’re lucky I do. Imagine how quiet your life would be without me.”

“Quiet, maybe,” he muttered, his voice low and rumbling as he leaned against the wall, his dark eyes watching you with an intensity that made your heart skip. “But peaceful too.”

You rolled your eyes, unfazed by his teasing. “Yeah, right. You’d miss me if I stopped coming around, and you know it.”

A low, almost inaudible laugh escaped him, the sound deep and throaty, though his gaze lingered on you with a kind of burning curiosity.

“So, what brings you here tonight? Bored?” he asked, his voice carrying a rough edge, casual but with a hint of sharpness.

You shrugged. “Maybe. Or maybe I just wanted to see my favorite grumpy neighbor.”

Joel raised an eyebrow, a flicker of something darker in his gaze.

“That so?”

You grinned, leaning back on the couch and stretching out a little.

“Yeah. Besides, I think you secretly love having me around. Admit it.”

He shook his head, a soft grunt escaping him.

“You’re trouble, that’s what you are.”

You laughed, watching him from beneath your lashes. “Trouble, huh? I think you like trouble more than you’re letting on.”

His jaw tightened, the raw, darkened intensity of his voice rising.

“You’re too young to be throwin’ yourself into trouble like this,” he said, his voice rough and strained.

You tilted your head, smiling up at him, your voice dropping a little lower.

“Maybe I’m not the kind of trouble you think I am. Maybe I’m exactly what you need.”

Joel’s eyes darkened further, his posture stiffening as he shook his head again.

“Damn it, darlin’, you don’t know what you’re askin’ for.”

You leaned forward, catching his gaze and holding it. “Why don’t you tell me?”

He stared at you, his eyes tracing over your face and down the curve of your body.

When he finally spoke, his voice was a low, rough whisper, each word laden with unspoken desire.

“You’re beautiful, you know that? Always have been.”

Your heart stuttered at the unexpected compliment, but you didn’t let it show. Instead, you tilted your head, offering him a playful smile.

“You’ve never told me that before.”

“Because I shouldn’t be sayin’ it,” he muttered, his voice thick with emotion as he stepped closer, looming over you.

“But damn if I haven’t been thinkin’ it since the day you moved in.”

You swallowed hard, your pulse quickening. “Joel…”

“I’ve been dreamin’ about this,” he admitted, his voice dropping to a gravelly whisper as his fingers brushed against your cheek, trailing down your neck.

“Thinkin’ about how good it’d be to touch you like this.”

Your breath hitched, his touch sending waves of heat through you. “You have?”

“Every damn night,” he growled, his voice deep and throaty with desire.

“Every time I see you, all I can think about is how bad I want you. In every way.”

The raw hunger in his voice made your stomach flip, but you tried to stay composed. “So what’s been stopping you?”

Joel’s jaw clenched, his hand dropping to your thigh, squeezing lightly. His voice, though rough and strained, was filled with raw longing.

“You’re too damn young, too damn good for me. I shouldn’t want you like this.”

You arched an eyebrow, your voice soft, teasing. “But you do.”

He groaned, the sound deep and resonant as his fingers tightened on your leg.

“Yeah, I do. More than I can stand, sweetheart.”

You bit your lip, trying to keep your voice steady even though your body was practically humming with anticipation. “Then what are you waiting for?”

For a heartbeat, Joel stayed still, his eyes searching yours as if looking for a reason to hold back.

But when he found none, a low, guttural growl rumbled from deep within his chest. He surged forward, capturing your lips in a kiss that was hard, rough, filled with the intensity of every moment he’d spent holding back.

His hands roamed over your body, fingers slipping under your shirt, grazing your skin with rough, calloused palms.

You moaned into his mouth, your hands tangling in his hair as you pulled him closer, the kiss deepening with every passing second.

When he finally pulled back, his breath was ragged, his voice thick with desire as he looked down at you.

“Goddamn, you’re so fuckin' beautiful,” he muttered.

“Hot as hell, too. Been dreamin’ about you like this… and it’s even better than I imagined.”

Heat flushed through you at his words, your body aching for more as he hovered over you, his hands still exploring.

“Yeah? What else have you been dreaming about?”

Joel’s voice dropped to a rasp, his hand sliding up your thigh, gripping just above your knee.

“You. Spread out under me, lookin’ at me like you are right now. Spread open—showing me that sweet fucking pussy. Beggin’ for me to touch you.”

Your heart pounded as his words sank in, the sheer intensity of his desire making your head spin.

You arched into him, your voice breathy as you teased, “Who says I’m gonna beg?”

He smirked, his fingers trailing higher, teasing the edge of your shorts.

“We will see, darlin’. But for now I’m gonna give you everything you’ve been wantin’.”

With one smooth motion, Joel tugged your shorts down, his hand immediately finding your pulsing heat, under your baby blue panties, fingers slightly teasing you as he watched your reaction with dark, hungry eyes.

You gasped, your back arching as his fingers worked you slowly, deliberately, purposely.

“Jesus, Joel,” you moaned, your hands clutching at his arms as he continued to tease you, his mouth trailing hot kisses down your neck.

“You’re—fuck—so good.”

He groaned against your skin, the sound low and possessive, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered,

“I’ve been dreamin’ of hearin’ you say my name like that. You’ve got no idea what you do to me, darlin’. You’re perfect. Fuck.”

His praise sent a rush of heat through your body, your breath coming in short, desperate gasps as his fingers moved with skill around your clit, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

When his lips found yours again, you were lost, drowning in the sensation of him, the feel of his hands, his mouth, and the deep, gravelly sound of his voice in your ear as he murmured,

“You’re so damn beautiful. Can’t believe I waited this long. So stupid.”

You whimpered, your body trembling beneath him as he pushed you closer and closer, his fingers working you in perfect rhythm until you couldn’t take it anymore. “Joel, I—”

He growled softly, his hand tightening on your thigh as he kissed you hard, but right before you reached that sweet high, his fingers stopped.

You gasped, the sudden absence of his touch leaving you in a daze, your body aching with the need for more.

“Need to taste you, baby. Been wantin' it so bad.”

Joel’s lips trailed a heated line from your mouth down to your neck, each kiss a tantalizing brush of warmth against your skin.

His touch was deliberate, his breath hot and uneven as he moved lower, his eyes dark with desire.

His hands gently pushed your thighs apart, his touch sending shivers through you as he settled between your legs.

His breath hitched slightly, a deep, hungry growl escaping him as he looked up at you, his eyes full of a possessive, smoldering heat.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” he rasped, his voice low and thick with need, as he pressed soft, lingering kisses to the inside of your thigh.

The feeling of his lips so close to where you needed him most made your breath catch, anticipation and excitement building in the pit of your stomach.

With a deliberate slowness, Joel’s lips found their way to your most intimate place.

His breath against you was warm, each exhale a tantalizing caress that made you shiver with anticipation.

He paused for a moment, his face mere inches from your core, taking in your scent—the musky, sweet aroma that was uniquely you.

Joel inhaled deeply, his nostrils flaring as he savored the intoxicating smell of you.

The scent was heady, rich with the essence of desire, and it made his pulse quicken and his entire body shudder with a primal hunger.

He let out a low, shuddering breath, the sound escaping him in a groan of deep satisfaction.

The scent, so personal and intimate, filled his senses, amplifying his desire as he felt every inch of his control slipping away.

His breath against you was hot and uneven, his entire body trembling slightly as he tried to hold back the feral need surging through him.

Joel’s eyes were dark with a mixture of awe and lust as he looked up at you, the sight of your flushed skin and the way you responded to his touch only heightening his desire. He could feel the raw, primal urge to taste you, to fully indulge in the intoxicating aroma that was driving him wild.

Unable to resist any longer, he pressed his lips to you, his tongue flicking out to taste the sweet, heady flavor that had been teasing him.

The taste was as intoxicating as the scent, and it drove him to growl deeply, his voice resonating with a rough, satisfied tone as he continued to explore you.

“oh fuck,” he muttered, his voice a low, guttural rasp, “you taste so fuckin` perfect, I can’t get enough.”

His tongue danced over your sweet clit with relentless hunger, sucking and licking. As he savored every part of you, he couldn’t help but rut against the couch in desperate frustration.

The intensity of his arousal was almost unbearable, and he found himself grinding against the cushion, the friction only adding to his mounting desire.

Joel’s grip on your thighs tightened, his fingers digging in as he continued to taste you even deeper with greedy fervor.

“fuck, you’re drivin me insane with this sweet pussy”

he growled into you, his voice thick with a mix of desperation and obsession.

“I can’t get over how goddamn perfect you are. `been wanting this for so long, and now that I have you… I can’t stop.” he says, slurping loudly, messy.

Your body responded instinctively to his touch, every flick of his tongue, suck between his plump lips and every rough breath only heightening your own pleasure.

The sound of his low, desperate growls, the way his body moved against the couch, all combined to create an atmosphere charged with raw, unrestrained passion.

Joel’s movements became more frantic, his tongue working you with an almost frantic intensity.

“you have no idea what you’re doin` to me,”he rasped, his voice hoarse with need.

“I’m fucking obsessed with you.”

His admission only fueled your desire, your body trembling with each touch and taste as you responded to him with equal fervor.

And as Joel continued to lose himself in the sensation, rutting against the couch with an almost animalistic need, it was clear that nothing would stop him from savoring every moment of this intoxicating connection.

Joel's tongue moved relentlessly against you, each stroke deliberate and filled with a raw, insatiable hunger.

His deep, guttural growls reverberated through his chest, the sound mingling with the muffled cries that escaped your lips. His face was buried between your legs, and he showed no sign of slowing, his need to taste every inch of you driving him to a fever pitch.

"y` taste so good," he groaned, his voice thick with desire as he lapped at you with unrestrained enthusiasm.

"I can’t get enough of you. so sweet, so perfect, I just want to make you cum all over my tongue, baby."

The heat of his breath, the way his tongue worked you with an almost frenzied intensity, pushed you closer and closer to the edge.

Every flick of his tongue, every rough, needy groan, drove you wild. Your hands gripped his hair, pulling him closer, your back arching as you tried to chase the growing pressure that built in your core.

"Joel, oh god," you whimpered, your voice breathless and desperate.

"I’m so close. Don’t stop, please—"

His growl was a low, primal sound, vibrating through your entire body.

“that’s it, darlin’,” he rasped, his voice muffled but still filled with that familiar rough edge.

“let me hear you. I wanna feel you come apart for me. I want you to lose yourself, to give it all to me.”

With every word, every sound, Joel drove you closer to the edge. His tongue flicked and circled your clit with a masterful touch, pushing you right to the brink. Your body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming with the pleasure he was giving you.

The heat between your legs was overwhelming, a wave of sensation that crashed over you in a relentless tide.

“Joel, I—” you began, but the words were lost in a broken cry as he pushed you over the edge. 

Your orgasm hit with a force that took you by surprise, your body convulsing as the pleasure surged through you.

You gasped, your breaths coming in ragged, desperate gasps as Joel’s tongue continued to work you through the climax, savoring every shuddering response you gave him.

“that’s it, darlin’, come for me,” Joel urged, his voice rough and strained as he lapped at you with feverish intensity.

“feel it, let it all out. I want you to come all over my face.”

His words, combined with the relentless pressure of his tongue, drove you to a second, even more intense peak.

You cried out, your hands gripping his hair tightly as the waves of pleasure rolled through you. Your body trembled, your thighs quaking as he kept his relentless rhythm, his own breathing heavy and ragged as he tasted every drop of your release.

When you finally came down from the high, your body still shivering with aftershocks, Joel’s touch softened, his movements more tender now as he kissed and licked you gently, savoring the last remnants of your orgasm.

His eyes were dark with a mixture of satisfaction and possessiveness, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

“you were amazing,” he murmured, his voice husky and filled with admiration as he looked up at you.

“so perfect, darlin’. I could taste you all night.”

Your breathless, sated smile met his gaze, and you reached down to cup his cheek, your fingers brushing softly over his skin.

“you know how to make a girl feel special,” you whispered, your voice still tinged with the lingering effects of your climax.

Joel’s breath was ragged, his gaze locked onto yours with a possessive intensity that made your heart race.

He pulled back slightly, giving you a moment to catch your breath. But the desire in his eyes never wavered; if anything, it deepened. 

“you’re so fuckin` hot,” he growled, his voice a low, rough rasp.

“- every inch of you. I need to be inside you, to feel you wrapped around me.”

You could barely respond, your body still trembling from the aftershocks of your climax.

But the need in Joel’s eyes drove you to beg.

“please, Joel,” you whispered, your voice filled with raw need. “- want you so bad. I need you to fill me up. please, give me your cum.”

His gaze darkened further, a shudder of anticipation running through him.

He reached down, positioning his cock at your entrance once more.

“fuck, you’re so eager,” he muttered, his voice thick with lust.

“- you want me inside you, huh? want me to claim you, hm?”

“yes,” you moaned, arching into him, your body aching for his touch. “I want you to fill me, to make me yours. don’t hold back.”

Joel’s eyes were burning with an intense, almost feral hunger as he began to push into you, his cock stretching you deliciously. “you’re mine,” he growled, his voice rough with need.

“every inch of you belongs to me.”

You gasped as he thrust deeper, the sensation of him filling you completely sending waves of pleasure through your body.

“Joel, you feel so amazing,” you moaned, your voice trembling with desire.

“I’m so close. I want you to make me come again. I need your cum inside me.”

His pace quickened, each thrust deliberate and powerful.

“you want it that bad, huh?” he growled, his voice a low rumble of satisfaction. “you want me to fill you up, to mark you as mine?”

“yes, Joel, yes,” you cried, your voice desperate.

“I need you to come inside me. make me yours. I want to feel you. I want to feel your cum.”

Joel’s movements became more urgent, animalistic, his breath coming in short, ragged bursts.

“you’re so perfect,” he groaned, his voice rough and filled with possessive pride.

“so fucking tight. I’m gonna give you everything you’ve been begging for.”

His pace picked up, each thrust driving him deeper into you, the rhythm steady and relentless.

“fuck, so good,” he growled, his voice a deep rumble of satisfaction.

“you’re mine, darlin’. every time I see you, every time I touch you, I want to remind you just how much I need you.”

With a final, powerful thrust, Joel let out a guttural growl, his cock throbbing as he came inside you, the warmth of his cum filling you completely.

“fuck,” he moaned, his voice strained with pleasure.

“I’m never letting you go. you’re mine.”

You moaned loudly, your body trembling as you felt his release, the sensation pushing you to the edge once more. “Joel, yes,” you cried, your voice breaking with the intensity of your pleasure.

“you’re making me come again. I —”

Joel’s arms tightened around you, his movements slow and deliberate as he rode out his orgasm.

“that’s it,” he growled, his voice filled with a mixture of satisfaction and fierce pride.

“come for me, darlin’. let me feel you come all over my cock.”

The combined sensations of his release and your own climax left you breathless, your body trembling beneath him.

Joel’s lips found yours, his kiss deep and possessive as he whispered against your mouth, “so perfect. you’re mine, now and forever.”

As the last waves of pleasure subsided, Joel’s grip on you remained firm, his eyes never leaving yours.

The connection between you was stronger than ever, a blend of passion and possession that promised more intense moments in the future.

When you finally caught your breath, you looked up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, a small, satisfied smile tugging at your lips. “better than your dreams?”

Joel chuckled softly, his voice low and tender as his thumb gently brushed your cheek.

“darlin’, you’re better than I ever could’ve imagined.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, that same soft, teasing grin still on your lips as you gazed up at him. “glad I could make your dreams come true, old man.”

His eyes darkened at the playful jab, and before you could say another word, Joel leaned in, pressing a rough, claiming kiss to your lips.

“you keep pushin’ me,” he murmured against your mouth, his voice low and gravelly, “and I’ll show you just how much I’ve been holdin’ back.”

The warmth of Joel’s body pressed against yours, his possessive gaze locked onto your face. His hand trailed lazily over your skin, sending little shivers through you as he traced circles along your waist. The heat between you had cooled slightly, but the intensity of his presence remained.

You lay there, chest still rising and falling as you caught your breath. Joel leaned in, his forehead resting gently against yours, a rare moment of tenderness from the man who had been all passion and dominance moments earlier.

“You okay?” he asked, his gravelly voice now softer, more intimate.

You smiled, a lazy grin spreading across your face as you nodded. “Yeah,” you whispered, your voice still a little breathless. “More than okay.”

His lips curved into a small, satisfied smile. “Good. Didn’t want to be too rough on you.”

You laughed lightly, fingers brushing through his messy hair. “I can handle you, Joel.”

He chuckled, the deep sound rumbling through his chest as he pulled you closer, wrapping his strong arms around you. “You definitely can.”

There was a comfortable silence between you, the weight of what had just happened settling in. You had crossed a line, but it felt inevitable. Joel had been circling your thoughts for so long, and now that you had given into each other, it felt like the only natural conclusion.

As you lay there, wrapped up in his arms, your mind wandered to what came next. This wasn’t just a casual fling—not with the way Joel had looked at you, the way he had spoken to you with such raw honesty and desire.

“What are we doing, Joel?” you asked softly, your voice cutting through the silence.

He stiffened slightly, his arms tightening around you. He let out a deep sigh, as if the question had been hanging between you for a while, waiting to be asked.

“I don’t know,” he admitted, his voice quiet but honest. “I just know I want you. That I need you.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, the vulnerability in his voice surprising you. You had never seen Joel like this—open, exposed.

“And you’ve got me,” you whispered, your fingers tracing patterns on his chest. “But where do we go from here?”

Joel shifted slightly, propping himself up on one elbow so he could look down at you. His dark eyes, usually so guarded, were softer now, more open.

“We figure it out,” he said, his voice steady, but there was a hint of uncertainty in it. “I ain’t gonna pretend like I have all the answers. But I know I don’t want this to be a one-time thing.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, and you felt a sense of relief wash over you. This wasn’t just a moment of weakness or lust—Joel wanted more, just like you did.

“I don’t either,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “I want more.”

Joel’s hand cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing gently over your skin as he leaned down to press a soft, lingering kiss to your lips. It was a stark contrast to the heated passion from earlier—a kiss that spoke of something deeper, more meaningful.

When he pulled back, his eyes searched yours, as if he was trying to read your thoughts. “We’ll take it slow,” he said, his voice firm. “Figure things out, day by day.”

You nodded, feeling a sense of calm settle over you. “Okay. Day by day.”

A small smile tugged at the corner of Joel’s lips, and he kissed you again, slow and deliberate. When he pulled away this time, his eyes were filled with that same possessive intensity that had sent a thrill through you earlier.

“But make no mistake, darlin’,” he murmured, his voice dropping to that low, gravelly tone that made your heart race. “You’re mine now. And I don’t plan on lettin’ anyone else have you.”

The possessiveness in his voice sent a shiver down your spine, but it wasn’t unwelcome. In fact, the idea of belonging to Joel, of being claimed by him, felt right. You leaned up, your lips brushing against his as you whispered, “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

Joel’s eyes darkened at your words, and he pulled you close again, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that promised more than just passion. It promised commitment, something solid in the midst of the uncertainty.

For now, that was enough. You had Joel, and he had you—and together, you would figure out what came next.

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I accidentally deleted this post bruh

pussy whipped like me. this was my first fic, hope you enjoyed it.

★ dom!reader and sub!rafe, but she's getting fucked dumb 🎀 ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

warning: rafe ignores reader's safe word

you had been fucking rafe for hours, letting him use you in any position possible. he deserved it after hosting the perfect day for you: he woke you up eating you out, made you breakfast, took you shopping, took you out for an expensive dinner, and ended the night walking with you on the beach, giving you kisses and praises as the moon shone on the calm waters.

he buttered you up all day, not to mention that he also ordered you endless amounts of your favorite cocktails at dinner, making you tipsy and blissful. he knew all these factors would ultimately make you putty in his hands later in the night when he needed to fuck you senseless. after you two got home, he was more than eager to tear your clothes off, but first, he asked nicely of course.

"...need to feel you, mommy" he breathed against your neck, sucking the flesh while hugging you from behind.

you smiled leisurely, rubbing his hair. you knew he had earned it.

"go ahead, baby—" you smiled lazily at his desperation for you.

the alcohol in your system was making you feel warm, fuzzy.... and highly submissive.

"—use me."

and those words set him off into a frenzy.

he had already made you cum 3 times, all in different positions. something about letting him take control was nice. you laid there as he fucked into you like crazy, his touches animalistic and aggressive, as if you were a one night stand. you groaned at his roughness, your hands caressing his fast twitched muscles. it would be a lie to say that you didn't try to tap out at certain moments, especially when he had you pinned to the mattress, his hips working into yours feverishly.

"rafey- fuck, red- I cant-!!" you barely cried your safe word, head spinning from the feeling of his cock hitting your hilt and his stomach hitting your clit. you felt like you were going to black out. his pressure on your body made you trapped, forcing endless ripples of pleasure through you. the timid boy you once knew was overcome with darkness, pleasure clouding his brain as he rode out his power trip. rafe kept his pace, holding you down even harder.

"not stopping, m-mommy... you can take it" he whimpered, he knew he was in control at that very moment.

★

hours later, you were almost a puddle of nothing when rafe made you ride him, your body barely able to grind against his. he looked up at the mess he created of you, seeing your mouth permanently agape paired with mascara stained cheeks made him swell with pride. rafe bit his lip, moving your hips back and forth because you couldn't do it yourself, holding yourself up weakly. you were the utter definition of fucked out.

"choke me-" you begged through lidded eyes, your delirious state making your dominant walls fall down. you were putty in his hands.

rafe's hands snaked around your neck, holding the flesh tight. he pulled you into his chest, making you lay on top of him. your head fell to his shoulder as you closed your eyes, biting your lip into a tired smile.

"y-you like that?" rafe teased, seeing how you fell apart on his dick. you nodded weakly, letting out kitten whimpers in his ear. he used your throat as leverage to fuck you up and down his length harder, making you mewl at his pace. you instinctively grabbed both his wrists as you mentally checked out.

"y-you're so... strong f'me, s-so big, mmmh!.... fuck-" you knew rafe had strength, but when he used it.... you submitted to his every move. his grasp was making you see stars, spewing nonsense at the feeling of his tip hitting your gspot. shaking on top of him, you two maneuvered in and out of each other mindlessly, chasing your nth highs for the night. it felt like your insides were caving in, the destruction of his thick cock was too much.

a soft smile plastered on his face when he saw tears of pleasure fall from your eyes, using the pad of his thumb to swipe them away. he felt so powerful with you in this state—you were broken and weak in his arms, trying to hold on to your last bits of sanity.

"good girl mommy, keep taking me-" rafe breathed, holding you close to him. you nodded faintly, lost in the realms of pleasure as rafe was talking you through it.

your eyes rolled to the back of your head when you felt another orgasm creeping up on you. your body, stiff and curled up, fell to the side of the bed in exhaustion, trying to escape his thrusts from the brain melting pleasure. your body twitched faintly in relief before you felt rafe's weight shift on top of you again.

"dont do that, dont fuckin' do that" he murmured to himself, flipping you on your stomach like a ragdoll before sliding himself back into you.

both fists sunk beside your arms as he pounded into you hard, over and over and over. the whining springs, rhythmic slapping your your flesh, and his low growls filled the room. rafe was finishing you off for good as you laid there limp, no choice but to take it as you began blacking out.

you couldn't let out even a sound to protest, barely conscious on the bed as you stared off into space, muscles paralyzed as you took in his pulsating cock.

"nghnh umh- ra- f-fuc-" you wheezed as he sped up, cumming inside you in hard, strong thrusts.

you inhaled shakily, looking up at the ceiling. your flesh convulsed as rafe placed kisses all over your body, calming you down. the rawness and sensitivity in your body made you twitch at his wet kisses. rafe smiled at the way It reacted to him. he curled up against your fucked out figure, caressing your face.

"princess?" he hummed, euphoria overtaking him.

your response was barely audible. rafe's heart beat faster before he plucked the courage to say these words:

"say..... thank you daddy" he coo'ed, a mischievous smirk on his face.

"....thank you... daddy..." you mimicked. you felt rafe kiss your cheek and nuzzle into your neck before passing out under him.

for my sub!rafe enthusiasts🤭 (even though theres a twist hehe): @nemesyaaa @rafescokewhore @rafeyscurtainbangs

Star Lab - Rafe Cameron Blurb

+18 Minor DNI

Frat!Rafe x Yearning!Reader

⭐️ republished ⭐️

+18 Minor DNI

🪄 Hand job, oral (male receiving), Soft!Rafe, Frat!Rafe, hair pulling, public oral (briefly)

📖 based off an ask: masturbating frat Rafe in class 🫦

✨ Rafe lets out a dark chuckle, tossing his head back on the reclined seat. “You’re a naughty little thing. Aren’t you, baby girl? This is just foreplay. Yeah? You gonna let me hit it tonight?” ✨

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Reader’s POV:

The lights fall low, darkness closing in around you as a wash of stars light up the sky. You relax in your chair, popping in an AirPod, shuffling your Spotify, and waiting for the lecture to begin. It’s quiet and peaceful, just a hush of conversation humming around you… Until it’s not. You hear his laugh, the sleepy drawl of his voice, shooting the shit with his frat brothers as they file into the lecture hall.

“I’m gonna sit by y/n. A’ight?” He whispers to his friend, but his voice carries as usual. The sound of your name leaving his lips still gives you butterflies. He doesn’t give two shits about college, yet somehow, he seems to do well. One of those people who succeeds with minimal effort; all effort he pays during class is directed toward you.

“Hi, beautiful,” he rasps. You look up from your seat, watching Rafe as he looks down at you. He looks good, he always does, sporting a black t-shirt and matching backward hat. His grey sweats hang low on his hips, tucked into high-top Nike sneakers.

“Hi, Rafe,” you greet him with a smile as you lean into your armrest, waiting for him to sit.

“How was your day, princess?” The boy croons as he falls into the seat, instantly spreading his thighs wide.

“Great. Just class all day. And you?” You ask. Even with the dim lighting, you can see him watching your lips, studying your pretty features.

“Good as always. You coming by tonight?”

“Anything But Clothes party?”

“Mhmm…” He smirks. “I mean, you look pretty good right now. Hate to see you take this off,” he mumbles as he rubs the hem of your dress between his rough fingers. “What are you gonna wear?”

“Wrapping paper,” you giggle, watching a smile creep across his lips.

“Makes sense,” he cheeses, adjusting his hat on his head.

“How so?”

“You gonna make me get all mushy? I can do that for you.”

“Mhmm…” You hum as you lean in a little closer.

“A’ight,” he chuckles. “‘Cause whoever is gonna be lucky enough to tear it off your body will get a gift… you, obviously,” Rafe rasps, his voice trailing away slightly at the end. His cockiness fleets momentarily as you pull some sweetness out of him. “I’m sure that pussy’s a fuckin’ gift.” You let out a flirty little gasp at his naughty words. “M’I wrong?” You can feel yourself blushing. Luckily, the room is dark. You bite your lip, holding back an all-too-wide smile. “I’m not. I know it.” He mumbles. Heat radiates from your neck as his lips meet your skin for the first time. Making you bite back a needy whine.

“Rafe…” You whisper. “We’re in class.”

“You’re very observant, Y/n,” Rafe teases. “We’re also in the back. This okay? I can stop if you’d like-”

“No,” you answer fast. Rafe’s large hand grips your bare thigh, tracing higher. You feel a throbbing between your thighs, your needy pussy positively soaked for Rafe already. “Wait.”

“Shit. Sorry,” he puffs.

“You first. Then me. Just in case we get caught.”

“What the fuck?” Rafe protests through a soft chuckle as he buries his face on your neck, kissing your smooth skin again.

“Please… I’m just nervous. I’m not gonna be able to cum if I’m in my head,” you whisper.

“Well, we can’t have that,” he mumbles before biting down on your skin. “You gonna stroke my cock, baby? What if we make a mess?” He asks as his thumb brushes across your bottom lip, leading you to the answer he wants.

“I’ll swallow it.”

Rafe lets out a dark chuckle, tossing his head back on the reclined seat. “You’re a naughty little thing. Aren’t you, baby girl? This is just foreplay. Yeah? You gonna let me hit it tonight?”

“Maybe…”

“Maybe?” He flirts.

“Maybe,” you whisper as you walk your fingers over, tracing up the print of his cock, stamped on the cozy cotton material.

“Fuck, baby. A’ight,” he rasps. He smirks as your fingers meet the waistband, slipping under the elastic. You run your finger along it, teasing him, feeling his ab muscles flex below your touch.

Your hand plunges in, landing on top of his thick cock, making your eyes expand. Fuck he’s huge… You turn your head in his direction, catching a smirk. Rafe is fully aware of his size; absolutely loving your reaction.

You lean in, Rafe, meeting you in the middle. “Still a maybe, princess?” He smiles against your lips as you wrap your fingers around the base of his cock flipping it up.

“I might let you take me here, Cameron.”

“Well, Shit,” he groans. You draw his sweatpants down just enough to wet him with some spit, catching it with your fist as you start to stroke as you hide your sin under the cotton again. Rafe eyes roll back as he relaxes in his seat again, looking up at the star-sprinkled sky. Moving your hands counterclockwise, you twist and turn; his cock is firm and warm. He takes hold of your thigh. A breathy, low moan tumbles from his lips.

“Fuck,” he sighs as he leans closer, turning his body to get a little more contact. His hand rests on your chest, squeezing your breast, slipping into the top of your dress to graze your nipple, circling it with his ringed finger. “Can’t wait to see these tits, y/n. You wet, princess? Bet you’re so fuckin’ wet f’me.”

“M’so wet. Feels good?” You breathe.

“So fucking good,” he hums, bringing his hands up to your cheek to guide you to his lips. Rafe starts to thrust into your hand a little as your kiss deepens, his breathing quickening with each passing second. “You gonna cum for me?” You mumble against his lips. Your words elicit a moan, rumbling against your mouth as you start to feel him quake in your hand.

“I’m right there…” Rafe grabs his sweatpants with one hand, his other drifting in your hair. Tugging them down enough for his cock to swing out. His grip tightens on your strands, pressing your head between his thighs. “Oh, fuckk-” You wrap your lips around his cock, creating a suction that has him spurting instantly. He digs his heel into the floor, choking back a moan as his warm cum hits the back of your throat in a heavy load. You swallow it all, feeling his grip loosen; his cock pulsing on your tongue.

Rafe lifts you off his dick, throwing his head back as he lets out a satisfied sigh. “Goddamn.”

“Yeah?”

“Your turn.”

Shameless – Rafe Cameron Blurb

+18 Minor DNI

Rafe x Girlfriend!Reader

⭐️ republished ⭐️

+18 Minor DNI

🪄 warnings: fingering, unprotected p in v, public sex, drug usage, Rafe and Reader are high (you are responsible for your consumption as a reader), teasing, pet names, exhibitionism

📖 based off an ask: hey can u write smth about rafe and his gf at a party and their both high and shes sitting on his lap on the couch while he rubbing on her thigh and shes just all needy until he just says fuck it and pushes her dress up to fuck her not caring about the snall group in the room

✨ Rafe’s lips press against yours as he slides a digit into your soaked cunt. He swallows your moan, your parted lips letting his tongue slip through, the remnants of drugs on his lips making your mouth feel numb.

“These two serious?” Kelce chuckles. “Want me to record this for you, Rafey?” ✨

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Reader’s POV:

“Princess… Mmm’fuck that’s it,” Rafe praises as you grind your needy self on his clothed cock. His fingers leave a bruising grip on both ass cheeks, tucked under your dress.

“I need your cock so bad, Rafe… It’s all I can think about,” you whine as Rafe’s fingers trail up your thighs making your spread legs draw together from sheer want alone. “Please, daddy.”

“So needy f’me tonight, doll. I fuckin’ love it,” Rafe mumbles against your lips before his fingers make their way between your thighs.

“Yes,” you whine breathily, throwing your heavy head back as your high sets in. “I’m not wearing panties-”

“Yo – Can you two calm the fuck down?” Topper sneers, yanking you out of your cocaine and lust-driven haze. You meet Rafe’s eyes, practically black from the drugs, his beautiful blue hue all but gone. A smirk slides across his lips as he moves a little higher, ignoring Top completely.

“There ain’t enough rooms in this house for you, Country Club? Gotta get it on right here?” Barry mocks before sipping his drink.

“You hear somebody, princess? I sure as shit didn’t,” Rafe smiles. “Hold your tits for me,” he mutters before cutting a line on your cleavage. You giggle as he looks back at you hungrily before cleaning it off with his nose, then his mouth.

Rafe’s lips press against yours as he slides a digit into your soaked cunt. He swallows your moan, your parted lips letting his tongue slip through, the remnants of drugs on his lips making your mouth feel numb.

“These two serious?” Kelce chuckles. “Want me to record this for you, Rafey?”

Rafe draws away from your lips, breathing heavily through a cocky smile. “Please.” He lofts his phone in Kelce’s direction, giving you a little wink before getting back to it. “Now where were we?” He jams his finger back in your soaked pussy, making you moan. Your unbridled sounds of pleasure cause the little group of girls behind you to leave.

“You wanna stop?” Rafe mumbles with no intention to do so.

“No, Daddy. I want more,” you smile against his mouth.

“More, huh? Use your words, baby,” he bullies as he plays with your clit, making you whimper.

”Fuck me. I need it.”

“Right here? Right now?” He chuckles breathily.

You nod, letting your eyes fall shut. “Right here. Right now, Rafe. Fuck. Me-”

“Dude…” Topper snickers as he lifts his beer to his lips. “We gettin’ foreplay and everything? Just fuck and get it over with.”

“Shut up, Top,” Rafe sighs in his raspy tone. “Can’t you see we’re busy?”

“Everyone can see that,” Topper chuckles in disbelief.

“Yeah, Thornton? Who’s here when he coulda left the second we started. Huh? Perv,” Rafe bullies.

“I’ve been sitting all night. I was here first,” Topper mumbles into his drink making the two of you laugh—Rafe quick to echo his words mockingly against your lips.

You tug at the button of Rafe’s chinos, lowering his zipper. Rafe adjusts slightly, pulling you closer, releasing his cock. You moan at the sight of it, his fat cockhead already leaking precum. You swipe your finger across it, drawing it between your lips.

“Give me your pussy, baby. C’mon,” Rafe sighs impatiently as you dip him into your warmth. Just a tease on his tip as you line your body up in the perfect position. Rafe pitches his hips up, penetrating you deeply causing you to gasp.

“Mmm… That felt so fucking good, Daddy,” you praise.

“Yeah, baby. You like that?” He groans as he starts thrusting up into you. You kiss him roughly, your tongues moving in succession, hands in his hair. “Bounce for me. Hmm?” Rafe breathes through a smirk.

You lower your weight on top of him, mouth falling into a soft “o” as his eyes roll back. You lean into his lips, brushing yours against his. “Such a big cock, daddy,” You whisper into your kiss before giving his lip a soft bite and a tug.

You start to bounce on his dick, letting your ass clap against his thighs. Rafe chuckles darkly, listening to your drenched pussy squelch for all to hear.

“Grind on me, princess,” Rafe groans. You start rolling and grinding your hips on top of him. Rafe’s dick hits all the right spot, making you claw at his polo. He pushes you back slightly, shamelessly watching you work, his cock glistening with your essence as you feel yourself nearing your peak.

“M’gonna cum, baby,” you whimper.

“In front of all these people, baby doll… Shittt… I knew you were my girl.”

Rafe overpowers you, setting the pace, watching your face; responding to your pleasure. “Right there, Rafe”, you plead as your orgasm teetering right on the edge of ecstacy. He spanks your ass roughly. “More,” you beg. His hand meets your skin again, rougher than the first, causing you to cry out making the boys snicker amongst themselves.

“My girl sounds good. Huh?” He boasts. “Mmm… Be a good girl and cum for me, sweetheart. Let everyone hear how good I make you feel.”

“Rafe… I-” You lose all control, throwing your head back as you dissolve in pleasure, bouncing on top of him.

“Fuckkk,” he moans deeply as his eyes pinch shut, surrendering to his climax as well.

Rafe’s eyes flutter open, his lap a wet mess from you. He reaches over, stealing the cig off Topper’s hand, popping it between his lips as he looks back at you. He retrieves the drugs from his pants pocket, dangling in front of your fucked-out gaze. “Ready for more?”

Proactive Type of Person - Rafe Cameron One Shot

⭐ Republished ⭐

+18 Minor DNI

PervFrat!Rafe x CollegeStudent!Reader

+18 Minor DNI

📖 Rafe is your boyfriend… You just don’t know it yet.

🪄 warning (contains spoliers): swearing, Stalking, pet names, degradation, namecalling, public masturbation, dark!rafe, mean!rafe, perv!rafe, mentions of cum play, mentions of unprotected P in V, ownership kink, mentions of rough oral (if I missed tags I’m sorry)

✨ “Just do it, baby girl,” I moan, watching as she pinches her top button. I grab mine as well, tugging it open with her. I hiss at the sensation of my rock-hard cock in my hand, feeling some relief. This is the first time I’ve touched myself all day. I was edging myself as I studied her Instagram and TikTok page, saving my favorites to my phone. When I saw her in the parking lot, I swear I could have cum untouched. ✨

💋 Part 1 will be from Rafe’s POV Part 2 will be from the Female Reader’s 💋

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Rafe’s POV:

“So, class. What does its structure contribute to the poem “Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night?” The professor drones on, sliding her reading glasses down her nose as she looks out onto the lecture hall. I shrink in my seat slightly, along with the other boys, doing my best to avoid her gaze.

Required reading, my ass. Did she honestly expect us to read this shit on a Thursday night? Barely drug my ass outta bed for class. Thank fuckin’ god. I relax in my seat as one of the front-row nerds saves the basic population who doesn’t give a fuck.

“Repetition. The poet used it to stress his key theme for his readers.”

I nod, scribbling a little line of nothingness on my paper, keeping up with the facade. That shit went in one ear and out the next. “Hey, Cameron.” My frat brother elbows me on the side. “You good for the kegs?”

“Yeah, sweetheart. What else can daddy get you?” I sneer as I roll my eyes at Billy, who laughs and scoffs. “I get paid back first, plus 10%. Get me a bottle of Pappy Van Winkle; I ain’t drinkin’ Coors, and I ain’t pickin’ that shit up either.”

“Thanks, daddy,” he responds in a breathy voice, snatching the wad of cash off my hands. “We need ten kegs between the Deltas and Phi Mu… You good for that-”

“Fuck you, ‘Am I good for that’?” I cut him short through a breathy laugh. “You’re holdin’ the cash in your hands, bitch. Stop askin’. Add an extra 5% for questionin’ me-”

“Rafe.” My stomach sinks as my professor’s eyes zero in on mine. “Am I interrupting something?” The old bird cocks an eyebrow, her annoyance visible, matching my own.

“No,” I answer simply, crossing my arms across my chest and relaxing at my desk.

“Splendid. I assume you know the answer then. Correct?” She challenges me, trying to catch me off guard. A smirk pulls on her lips as she does just that. Cunt.

“I agree.”

“The key insight about death in the poem is, ‘I agree’?” She belittles. I stare at her blankly, blinking a few times to let her know she’s wasting her time. She’s not gettin’ shit out of me. I’ve got an A in this class, bitch. What’re you gonna do about it?

She chuckles weakly, shaking her head at my resistance. “Am I wrong, ma’am? I have a bit of conversational anxiety… If you’d like to repeat the question, I’d love to try again,” I ask through a shit-eating smirk, letting my sarcasm drip all the way through, irritating her even more.

“Anyone else?” She invites in a shrill voice as she dismisses me, looking around the room to find another. Some of my frat brothers snicker in the back, making the professor’s features even more rigid. “Miss. Y/n?” Her demeanor changes instantly, shaking off my defiance, moving on to another one of her perfect pets.

Who’s that?

Holy shit. I swallow hard, feeling my mouth dry up as I see her. She twiddles her fluffy pink pen, acknowledging the teacher with a smile. Y/n? Jesus fuckin’ Christ. How have I never seen her before? I watch as a football player shuffles down the row of the lecture hall. My question, answered in a moment as his broad shoulders cut off my line of sight. No. I stretch back, cranking my neck to get her in my sights again.

“The key insight’s that death should be fought against, even though it is inevitable.” Her beautiful voice fills the lecture hall like a song. The teacher smiles at her again, praising y/n for her correct answer. Y/n grins and nods, averting her eyes as she catches the room’s focus. Her cheeks blush the prettiest shade of pink, matching her glossy lips.

Those lips… I lick my own, thinking about the way they would look wrapped around my cock, drool running down her chin as she deepthroats my dick. I’d grip that little ponytail like a handlebar, using her mouth like a toy. I chuckle at myself, still surprised that my mind went there almost instantly, but I know myself too well. I am who I am.

Y/n looks so goddamn innocent… Not for long. She’s a slut for praise. I can tell. I can work with that.

My eyes work lower, following the curve of her cleavage in her low-cut shirt. Fuck, I can’t wait to get her on top; watch ‘em bounce in my face. I’m gonna cum all over her perfect rack. Tiddie fuck her while she cries for daddy’s dick. Smear that shit- “Earth to Rafe?” I grit my teeth as I’m torn from my fantasy. “Buddy, you good?” Billy chuckles, his voice taunting as he follows my focus to her. “Mmm… Y/n,” he sighs blissfully. “So fuckin’ hot, bro. She’s a Phi Mu girl.”

“No shit?”

“Mhmm… Transferred from LSU. Smart, funny, sexy… But she’s mine, buddy. Aight? Been layin’ down groundwork all semester.” He elbows me playfully, chuckling to himself, actually believing his own words.

“All semester, and you haven’t made a move?” I spit, eyes rolling in his direction. This whole conversation is laughable. Has he been sitting on this all semester? Really? She was mine the second I looked at her, buddy. You’re done.

“Long game,” he defends himself.

“Long game?” I scoff. “Doesn’t sound like you got any game at all...”

“Hey. Fuck off… I know she wants me. Her bedroom faces mine and she doesn’t even close the curtains when she changes anymore; she texts me all the time. See?” He gloats as he thumbs through his phone. I don’t even bother myself with the semantics. Why the fuck does that shit matter? What’s he gettin’ at? “I’m gonna help ‘em after class. They have some car wash fundraiser downtown.”

Is that so? “I like the sound of that,” I smile, feeling my cock growing stiff in my jeans at the thought of seeing her in next to nothing, wet and soapy no less.

“You can’t just take her from me, Rafe,” Billy mutters in annoyance. A laugh rumbles in my chest as I take in his empty words. “I’m not fuckin’ around. She’s mine.”

My head turns slowly in his direction as he bends in mine. I mean, the guy’s big, but I’m bigger. He can fight, but he’s not willing to see that shit through. Billy’s got that moral compass that urges him to stop where I couldn’t care less. And he knows it.

He balls his hands up in fists at his desk, jaw tightening as he does his best to intimidate me one last time. My boy’s a bitch.

“Mine.”

I study her movements as she glides through the halls. Her hair bounces with each step brushing along her backpack, half-hiding her perfect ass. Her bum shakes a little as she walks, just a tease for me. Y/n slight skirt grazes just a few inches below her ass, leaving her bare legs on display.

I wonder what they’d look like over my shoulder… Spread wide on my bed as I devoured her perfect pussy. Damn. I bet she makes some pretty sounds. I can’t wait to hear that, to see her face, as she squirts all over my mouth and cock.

Where are you going, pretty girl?

She hooks a left, heading toward the coffee shop. I continue to follow my girl, watching as she strolls inside. Y/n walks toward the line, stalling next to the case of pastries, eyeing the bottom. Do it for daddy, baby. C’mon. There you go… She drops down, surveying the options. That goddamn ass… Does she know I’m watching? She’s gotta know. The paisley material tugs higher on her thighs, a peek of her round ass poking out the bottom.

She stands up again, taking another step, moving with the traffic flow. Y/n reaches into her purse, pulling out her phone. She smiles as she looks at the screen. Billy Hargrove 💕. I feel my heart pick up pace, my breathing quickening; rage boils inside me.

I gave him an order. This shit’s not up to him. I roll the tension out of my neck, fingers twisting into fists of my own. Where’s the fucking loyalty? She bites her bottom lip and smiles at the message, making me physically ill.

I’ve got distracted by her… Say somethin’ to make her forget about that.

“Uh, hey,” I rasp. Y/n continues to type up a little message. “Y/n?” I reach out, resting my hand on her arm.

“Oh, hi… Umm, Rafe?” She says my name, making everything stand still. I look down at the beautiful eyes and soft, pouty lips, the corners of which curl into a sweet smile.

“Uh, yeah,” I answer, trying to level my tone. “We’re in class together.”

“Yeah… She’s kind of a bitch. Right?” Y/n asks weakly as her eyes soften on mine, showing me pity like my feelings might have been hurt by that little exchange between the professor and me.

“Yeah, she sucks,” I laugh lightly, tossing my head down in fake shame. “The boys and I got a little rowdy last night. I didn’t read that shit. Did you? I mean, obviously-”

“On my way to class,” she giggles as she looks around playfully for our professor.

My mouth falls into an open smile. “Naughty girl. Coast is clear, by the way,” I rasp through a little laugh.

“Good,” Y/n sighs as she tucks some hair behind her ear.

“You’re really smart.” I praise, watching her cheeks blushing again, this time closer than before, making my heart bang in my chest.

“Thank you. Oh, umm, you’re a Delta. Right?” She asks, solidifying her answer as she eyes the embroidery on my polo.

“I am. And you’re Phi Mu?” Y/n grins as she nods in reply. “I’m headed over to your car wash after this.”

“Awesome. Yeah, Lyndsey was worried that the University might question where the money came from if we made anything off selling beer tonight.”

“A cover-up?” I smile down at her as I stuff my hands in my jeans.

“Mhmm,” she breathes. “The party’s gonna be huge. Do you think we’ll get busted?”

I chuckle at the sweet nativity of her question. “‘Course we will. Over 500 students in one place… But it’s a block party. Right? So they won’t be able to pinpoint anybody. Not usin’ the frat’s money directly. Cash. The boys are gonna pay me back as they sell cups. Untraceable.”

“Aww. That’s so nice of you,” she smiles. Her demeanor hasn’t faltered since we’ve spoken. She doesn’t seem to care about the material shit; my Breitling watch, the gold rings on my fingers. Her face didn’t light up when I dropped the fact that I would buy beer for the masses. She just said it was nice… Fuck, she’s perfect.

“I try… But, if we get busted, I’ll blame it on some beautiful Phi girl I know.”

She gasps playfully, smacking me in the chest. “You wouldn’t!” Everything tenses in my body as I fight back my arousal, covering the growing excitement in my slacks with my notebook.

Y/n looks over my shoulder, catching the girl’s eyes behind me as she tells us to move forward. “Sorry,” Y/n sighs apologetically, clearing the open space between us and the register. Y/n steps up to the counter, ordering a latte and a muffin before reaching into her purse.

“Oh, shit. No. Sorry! Let me,” I breathe as I hurry to her side. “I’ll pay for whatever she’s havin’ and a coffee for me: one cream, one sugar. Thank you.”

“Wow. Thank you, Rafe. You didn’t need to do that,” she coos.

“No problem, y/n.”

Gifts… That’s what my girl likes.

Well, shit. She’s gonna need a grand gesture. I can sneak into her room tonight. Check the essentials: dress size, music taste; the little things she enjoys.

I’ll take a look at her nightstand. How could I not? Gotta know what she uses to please herself so I know what I’m working with and what it takes to get her there. I want to know her better than she knows herself.

I follow along, trying to keep my eyes on her face, but I can’t help but roam her body. I’ve never seen anything like it, never seen anything so perfect for me. I never wanted anything so bad.

The barista walks over, setting down my coffee. I suck my teeth, regretting my choice, knowing if I got the same shit as her, I could have stayed. But I shouldn’t. “I’ll come by. Yeah? Don’t kill me… I gotta big ass truck, and she’s dirty as shit.”

“No worries,” she smiles sweetly. “I’ll see you there, Rafe. Oh, and thanks for the coffee again.” She reaches out, resting her hand on my arm.

“Of course, sweetheart.” I test a pet name, watching her smile widen. Just gorgeous.

I step away, walking towards the door. Looking over my shoulder as Y/n pulls out her phone, that same smile for Billy setting on her perfect lips.

He’s fucking dead.

I pull up toward the parking lot, falling into the line of cars; a caravan of dicks with their windows already rolled down. Fuckin’ dogs. I lean out as well, surveying the scene looking for her. Jesus fuckin’ Christ. I watch the gaggle of girls prancing around in their bikinis, excitement building as I frantically look for her.

My heart skips as I see her sporting the most clothes, donning yet the sluttiest outfit of them all. She’s an absolute fuckin’ tease in her cut-off jean shorts and white t-shirt, soaked with water. The material clings to her curves, teasing me with her little triangle top, gathered slightly, barely covering her tits.

She leans over and reaches into the bucket, pulling out a sponge before ringing out the soap. A guy rolls down the window of his Mercedes, bending his neck to watch as she washes the side. I can already tell where this is goin’. He smirks, watching her ass as she leans down, cleaning the rear fender. “Aww, sweetheart,” he soughs, “Uhh…You missed a spot.” Y/n smiles sweetly, lowering to where she was before, making me huff out an aggravated breath.

Her friend walks over with a hose, spraying down the suds that y/n left behind. Tori Clarence, a late-night Delta regular. She says something that makes Y/n laugh. Y/n claps back, teasing her sister through a wicked smile. Tori lifts the gun, spraying y/n with a stream of water, hitting her directly on her tits.

Y/n gasps as her shirt turns from milky white to practically see-through, the chilly water running down her perfect body, making her nipple hard. She panics to get warm, reaching for the bottom of her shirt. Holy fuck. Holy fuck. Holy fuck. She pulls it over her body: soft skin, perfect boobs, and wet hair. Little lines of water cascade down her bare skin, rounding her curves catching on the denim of her shorts. Her eyes fall down her body, eyeing her damp state.

“Just do it, baby girl,” I moan, watching as she pinches her top button. I grab mine as well, tugging it open with her. I hiss at the sensation of my rock-hard cock in my hand, feeling some relief. This is the first time I’ve touched myself all day. I was edging myself as I studied her Instagram and TikTok page, saving my favorites to my phone. When I saw her in the parking lot, I swear I could have cum untouched.

I start to fist my cock as she leans over the trunk, her body perfectly positioned like I’m taking her from the back. Goddamn. I’d snake my rough hand up her soft skin, following the curve of her arched spine, drifting into her hair. I’d pull it back, feeling her pussy clench around my big dick. I’d spank her, cracking her tight little ass with the palm of my hand, leaving her red and bruised. Just one of the many ways I’d mark my girl. “Fuck, Y/n,” I moan her name as heat radiates through my body.

She walks along the side of the next car, letting me see her little triangle top: light blue, thin material, the blush of nipples visible. I roll my hand over my tip, whimpering at the sensation, imagining myself hitting the back of her throat as tears pool in her pretty, innocent eyes. Y/n looking up at daddy, mascara running down her cheeks as she throats me like the slut I know she can be. I’d hold her head in my hands, using her mouth to stroke my cock. My perfect little toy…

Fuck. I got a Fleshlight with her name on it. I’m gonna use those pictures when I get home… Gotta get myself ready for tonight. She has no clue what she’s in for. What I wouldn’t give to have my cock in her hand instead of my own. I’d make her jerk me off as she pleaded for my dick deep in that pretty tight cunt. I bet she’s so goddam wet. So, so fuckin’ tight.

“I know, baby. Daddy’s gonna give you his dick. Don’t worry,” I mumble, feeling my breathing start to increase with my pleasure. I thrust into my hand, fucking up into my fist as I watch her undo the loosened side strings of her bikini, tightening it again.

I eye the sign, catching the time. 11-4 PM. Yes… They’ll be here all afternoon. Just need to make a pit stop. Grab a pair of panties. Whatever I can get. I need to taste her. Stuff ‘em in my mouth as I study my prize. My hips stutter as I feel myself about to bust, imagining just how sweet she’ll taste. I work myself quicker, taking hold of my steering wheel as I rut into my hand.

‘Rafe. Rafe. Rafe.’ I can hear it now. See my little whore creamin’ on my cock as I give it to her over and over again.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, baby girl. Where do you want it?”

‘Deep in my pussy… Please, baby’. She’ll whimper and beg, pleading to get stuffed full. I’m gonna brush my fingers over her swollen clit, making her gush all over my cock and thighs, wetting everything around us until I’m pumping her full of my cum.

I’ll watch it drip out of her puffy pink hole, fucking it right back in, cleaning the rest off with my tongue before spitting it in her mouth.

My perfect cumslut.

I need it drippin’ out of her for days. Watchin’ my little angel walk into class, knowing just how good I dicked her down. I’ll watch her from my seat as she cleans the little cum tear off her inner thigh, slipping it between her lips as her eyes flick to mine, sucking it clean.

No one will have her again. “She was made for me.” The thought alone has my hand faltering; jaw falling slack. My stomach sinks, eyes doubling as she looks in my direction, matching my gaze. “Fuckkk…” My eyes roll back in my skull, toes curling, head thrown to the headrest as I cum harder than I ever have. Shit. I don’t even care if she saw. If she’s any girl of mine, she’d want to see it anyway.

My dirty little whore.

I look down at my jizz covered hand and lap. Goddamnit. I clear the gap between my car and the next before ripping off my shirt and wiping away my mess. I flip my hat on, snagging my protein shaker bottle from the passenger’s seat floor as I try to disguise the real reason I’m covered head to toe in sweat. I do my best to control my breathing, still running high from my climax, hit with the post-nut clarity that she may have seen it all.

She looks happy to see me… Real happy. Y/n smiles, making my heart race again as I meet her gorgeous eyes. She greets me happily, trotting up to my truck. “How are you doin’, sweetheart?”

She dunks her hand into the soapy bucket, grabbing a sponge. “Livin’ the dream,” y/n smiles, moving closer than expected. I take in her perfume, already so familiar to me, the smell of it revving me right up again.

“Sorry. I’m a sweaty mess,” I sigh. Her gaze falls down my body, studying me with a bashful smile.

“Just got done with a workout?” She asks.

“Mhmm…” I smile and nod in reply. “Pay now? Pay later?” I invite as I snag my wallet.

“Now,” she sings. “Donation based, so whatever you’re willing to give.” I thumb through my wallet, plucking out $200.

“Rafe…” She breathes, taking it off my hands. “Are you sure? This is a little much.” Y/n looks down at the cash in her hands before meeting my eyes again.

“Positive,” I assure.

“Well, that is very nice, Rafe Cameron,” she coos. Y/n uses my last name, making my stomach drop. She wouldn’t have known my last name unless she did some digging. I didn’t give it to her; I never said anything in class before today. She must have looked me up on Instagram or Snapchat… Maybe she asked one of her sisters about me.

I fight off a wide smile as she gets started on the car. She takes her time, putting in a little more effort than the cars before. She walks to the front of the cab, leaning over, breast jiggling as she swirls and circles the sponge on the hood. She rises a little higher on her tippy toes, unable to reach the rest.

“Here you go, babe.” Her friend sets down a ladder for Y/n. She bends over once more, the angle alone making my cock rock hard again as I imagine us fucking raw. Tonight… I’ll bend her over on the bathroom counter, just like she is now, the bass of the party on the street not even loud enough to cover her cries and my moans. I’ll pound into her as the slaps of our skin fill the bathroom. Her eyes shift to mine, catching my stare. She doesn’t drop focus, keeping her eyes on me as she continues to scrub. A smirk spreads on her lips, mirroring my own.

Baby girl…

Y/n steps down from the ladder before walking to her friend, grabbing the hose off her hands; taking her job instead. She sprays down the truck, cleaning off the suds. The light breeze catches the flow of water, sending little beads of it flying, catching on her perfect skin. My mouth waters as I imagine licking the glaze of it off her skin. Fuck… I don’t think I can take this.

“Alright, Mr. Cameron. You’re all set,” she smiles as she eyes her work. I bite my lip and nod.

“Thank you, princess. See you tonight.”

I pull forward, watching her from my wing mirror as she greets the next car. Her excitement fades as she welcomes the next. Good fuckin’ girl.

Next stop, Phi Mu.

A/N: Writing Part 2 after Kinktober 💋

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old!Joel who regrets not getting a vasectomy before the outbreak because there’s nothing in the world he would enjoy more than pumping you full of his cum every night

old!Joel who has to remind himself, constantly, how careful he needs to be when fucking you because you’re at peak fertility, and he can’t afford to be a father at 59

old!Joel who gets teased to no end—practically begged when he’s balls deep inside you—to ‘just try it once, please, bet it’d feel so nice going inside me, daddy’

old!Joel who knows better than this, who already sees the uneasy looks whenever he walks the streets of Jackson with you and how much worse those looks are bound to get with the swell of a belly under your dress

old!Joel who grits his teeth and pants out ‘alright, fine,’ and grips your hips tighter, thinking they could stare as much as they liked—he was getting you pregnant tonight

FUCK YOU AND Y(OUR) DADDY ♡

mdni, 18+ smut, age gap, reader is of age, reader calls rafe “daddy”, overstim, safe sex, use of nicknames: sweetheart, baby, girl, little brat.

you couldn’t stand your project partner; she was a total rich brat who had way more ego than she should have. someone must be praying for your downfall because you were the unlucky person who got assigned with her and now your ears were bleeding from her constant whining about the project that she was making you do alone. everyday, you are inching closer and closer to snapping on her. she was the worst.

spending two hours with her was torture but it was all worth it in the end because you got yourself a little reward in the shape of mr. cameron. that man wasn't slick at all in the way he would eye you up and down every time he walked past his daughter's door. a not very subtle pervy smirk taunting you like he wanted you to throw away your morals and come see what was up. well...

who said you had morals in the first place?

"rafeee!" you mewl out, holding onto his bicep while he has you laid flat with his beefy arms flexing around your neck. the bed underneath your bodies was soaked from the result of multiple rounds. rafe was already starting again, guiding his fat cock back inside your poor cunt that had already went through hell and back.

“didn’t know we were on a first name basis.” he grunts out, sloppy mean hips slamming against your reddened ass while you laid there and took it. people were right, older men do fuck better. rafe was fucking his thick inches in your little pussy with no ounce of mercy.

“f-fuck you, no— no more!” you try to retaliate, to seem tough again but your whiny voice doesn’t help your case. nor does your tear-stained cheeks or the way your tiny pussy is gripping him. as expected, rafe didn’t take you seriously at all. he just flashes you a lazy grin while pounding your guts. “hey— don’t say that disrespectful shit to me, baby. givin’ it to you good right now, give me some fuckin’ respect c’mon.” to make his point, the older man speeds his pace up even more and tightens his chokehold on you even more.

you knew mr. cameron was gonna be big but you never expected him to be this big. the stretch of his thick cock making your eyes roll back like one of those broken vintage dolls. his tip was prodding at the spongy part deep inside of you and knocking the air out of you. “mmphhf— fuck daddy, gonna come!” you whine out, the heat inside of your stomach growing steadily.

“ohhh, now you’re callin’ me daddy? where’s the back talk now, huh dumb girl?” his smirk widens while he shifts to sit back on his knees, bringing your ass with him. the sounds of his hips thwacking against you was deafening. everything adding up into an overwhelming sensation that makes you claw at the sheets in an attempt to escape from his thrusts. rafe clearly didn’t like that. his firm hands bring your hips back to meet his, grasping onto your hips so tightly. “where you goin’? don’t run from it now, sweetheart.” he was so mean. the whole bed was creaking and moaning from how rough rafe was, giving you the most devious back shots ever. your sloppy cunt squelching as he was stretching your tight pussy open. you were lost in the pleasure, dumbly silent with your mouth wide open and the white of your eyes showing.

crack—

“shit.” rafe mumbles causing you to want to look up and see what happened but instead his hand pushes your head down into the mattress. “keep your nosy ass down, don’t need to look. just keep takin’ it.” the headboard was cracked in half, rafe’s arm tensing while he held the wood up so it wouldn’t fall on you. that wasn’t gonna stop him from fucking you though, nuh uh. his dick keeps ramming into your hole over and over again even with both hands busy.

rafe tilts his head back and closes his eyes to really feel the way your walls are gripping him so tightly. you were made to take his dick. “greedy pussy’s swallowin’ me whole, goddamn.” it only takes you a couple more nasty strokes before you’re creaming all over his dick with a cry for what felt like the thousandth time. the way your walls clench and spasm around his shaft making him lick his lips while he fucks you through your orgasm.

“gonna make you my precious pocket pussy… ohh fuck— you like that? gonna keep this tiny hole all for myself.” his cock twitches inside you as he continues to pound you into mattress. rafe doesn’t care to listen to your answer or look at the way you nod furiously because you’re already his. he’ll make it happen no matter what. rafe thrusts a couple more times before spilling inside of the condom with a groan. splurts of his warm cum filling the rubber up to the brim. he slowly pulls out with a exhale, taking his hand off your head to throw the condom to the side. “alright, up. broke the bed for your pussy, little brat.” he snickers, giving you a soft kiss on your shoulder before leaning back and patting your sore limp butt.

maybe your project partner wasn’t so bad !! you love her house so much <33

Sharing – Twin Rafe Fic (Part 2 of 2)

+18 Minor DNI

⭐ republished ⭐

+18 Minor DNI

Part 1

CurtainBangs!Rafe x BuzzCut!Rafe x GF!Reader

🪄 Warning: SMUT, language, drug usage, drinking, name calling, choking, pet names, sharing kink, ownership kink, fingering, unprotected p in v, choking, cuckolding, rough sex, anal sex, oral male receiving, oral female receiving, threesome, degradation, hair pulling, pussy slapping, female oral stim from the back, the twins talk about the reader in an explicit manner without her.

📖 After meeting Rafe's (CurtainBangs!) twin brother Cam (BuzzCut!) for the first time, Rafe gives you a proposal you can't help but accept: sharing you.

✨ “We made a little bet, baby girl. Who could get you off the quickest,” Rafe groans. His other hand cracks against your ass, making you release a whiny gasp. “You think I’m gonna win? How well do you think I know this pussy, princess?” ✨

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⭐ this is one of my favorite thing I've ever written on this app. I hope you like it ⭐

Rafe’s POV:

“Too bad you’re not coming in two weeks,” I drone as I relax on the couch, kicking my feet up on the coffee table. I run my fingers through my hair, turning my hat backward as I shift my attention to the bathroom, watching Y/n’s shadow moves underneath it. Baby girl…

“What’s goin’ on then?” Cam asks, mindlessly flipping through the TV; pulling up Netflix.

“MacLaren’s comin’ to town for a soccer game.”

“No shit,” Cam grins. “Aunt Connie and Uncle Matt comin’ too?”

“I don’t know. Probably,” I shrug.

“He bringin’ Zoey?”

“Hope not,” I sough. “Girl’s a dud.”

Cam snickers as he lifts his White Claw to his lips, draining the can. “She’s no, Y/n. That’s for sure. You sure this is okay, buddy?” Cam asks as he reaches behind his ear, fishing out a joint.

“Dude…” I scoff, narrowing my eyes on his as he blazes up. “Season ain’t over for me.”

“That’s a shame, brother,” Cam chuckles cruelly before popping it between his lips. “This is good shit. Remember, you ended my season, dickhead. I deserve this shit,” he gripes, his voice already gravelly from the weed. He relaxes his head on the back of the couch, blowing a thick cloud of smoke to the ceiling. “Your girl is stunning. Fuck. She’s somethin’ special,” Cam rolls his head to the side, matching my eyes.

“What did I tell ya?” I gloat as I extend my fingers, reaching for the joint. “Just one hit.”

“Rafey… I dunno,” he mocks, eyeing it as he rolls it between his fingers. “The season ain’t over.”

“Shut the fuck up,” I clip before snatching it from his hands, ripping the joint between my lips. The sticky smoke swirls in my lungs, quenching a fraction of my thirst. “Fuck,” I groan through my exhale, passing it back to his reluctantly. “Take this shit before I smoke it all.”

“Ya didn’t answer my question, dumbfuck,” Cam mumbles, joint dangling from his lips. “You sure you’re okay with this?” I look toward the closed bathroom door, listening for y/n. Her little heels click across the tile, causing my excitement to build even more.

Goddamn. I love watchin’ my girls get fucked. She’s it. She’s that forever type of love. This high is gonna hit different. ‘Course I share. It’s like watchin’ porn, but I’m the star. I’m cuckolding myself… I don’t look at Cam. I’m not a perv like that. But, watching the woman I love get railed by a man who looks like me is a fuckin’ trip. And two of me versus one of them, holy shit, that’s ecstasy.

I’m not jealous of Cam. It also helps that I’m bigger than him. Longer… I got that curve that she loves. The one that makes my neighbors leave nasty little notes on my door after a great night. She never came from a cock before she had me. Always fakin’ it.

Sure, my brother’s thicker, but my stroke game’s better. It always has been. I like to see him try to outdo me. Hasn’t happened yet.

“Please say ‘yes,’ Rafe. Jesus fuckin’ Christ.” Cam snaps me out of my daze, blowing a stream of weed smoke in my face. “Also, can you pull your head out of your ass? This is important shit.”

“Of course, it’s okay, bitch. This isn’t our first rodeo. Twenty bucks says I can make her cum faster,” I taunt as I cock my eyebrow, making him do the same.

“We countin’ the club… What was that, couple minutes tops? The shit was quick.”

“Nah. I helped. That ain’t fair,” I mock. “I’ll even let you go first. You might stand a chance.”

“You’re a cocky little fuck,” Cam sighs weakly, rubbing his hands over his tight buzz cut. “Rules? She’s your girl. What am I workin’ with?”

“Anythin’ you want. I get her ass. I get her last.”

“Fair. Rather rude that you won’t let me take her in the ass, man… I am a guest in your home.”

“That makes no fuckin’ sense,” I chuckle, crossing my arms across my chest; giving him a side-eye.

“Yeah? That’s ‘cause you have no manners, Country Club,” Cam taunts.

“Yeah, Yacht Club? ‘N you do? Oh, by the way, I like your buzz cut, Cami. You finally look like a real man.”

“I like your curtain bangs, Rafey. You look like a fuckin’, princess.”

Bitch. I move fast, punching him roughly in the arm, making him wince. “Good choice,” I bully as I wiggle my eyebrows.

“Yeah. Yeah. ‘You’re the only one standin’ in between me and your girl’s pussy. Yadda. Yadda’.” He mocks my voice, knowing what I was aiming to say. And he’s right. I could end this shit any time I wanted. Y/n is mine.

I sit in my chair, eyes trail up Y/n’s body. Ugh… Those legs, those thighs– my eyes double, mouth falling open as she drops her little robe for Cam. A bright pink garter belt hugs her skin. Fuck me. I follow the strap higher, my eyes following the curve of her ass. Ugh… I feel helpless. I wanna peel that ruffly little thong right off her body; unfasten the hooks of her pink bra one by one. Her skin is just begging to be touched, her lips kissed, body fucked senseless.

Cam’s moving slower than expected. Taking his time where he’d typically rush. His hands trail her body, skimming her curves, taking it all into memory.

Shit. I’d take her right there. Push her to her knees… Shove my cock down her throat. She gives the best fuckin’ blowjobs, not afraid to get messy for me. Daddy’s perfect little slut. But damn, does she look good bent over my dresser. Her knee thrown up on the top. My hands holding her hips as I watch her take all of me from the back, catching her beautiful face in the reflection of the mirror. But there’s always the bed. I’d spread her out and dick her down, devour her, anything and everything she ever wanted. ‘Rafe’. I can hear her moans and picture her climax perfectly. That face is forever etched into my mind.

“Fuck baby,” Cam chuckles lustfully. Pulling me out of my daze. He takes a haul off his joint, pressing his lips against her mouth, sharing his smoke. Her hands rest on his chest, just like she does to mine. My ring shines on her finger, just a casual reminder that she’s mine. Cam ashes out the joint on my bedframe before returning his attention to Y/n. He cups her lace-clad tits in his large hands. I lift my whiskey to my lips, taking a sip. Cam’s hands work down Y/n’s back, landing on her ass. He works his hands slowly over her soft skin, giving her a little spank making Y/n moan in response.

“Fuck me,” I huff, adjusting myself in my seat. Cam pushes her to sit. Y/n looks up at him hungrily. She spreads her legs wide as Cam moves to his knees. Reaching up, Cam takes hold of the straps of Y/n’s bra, pulling each side down making her breasts bounce out.

He releases a hungry moan at the sight of her, making her blush and smile. Cam’s mouth meets Y/n skin, sucking on her nipple while his hand works on the other side, pinching and rolling her blushed skin between his fingers. Y/n throws her head back, moaning loudly, pleasure coursing straight to my cock. “Holy fuck, baby,” I groan as I hold back the temptation to join… Just gotta give ‘em a minute. Cam slides her panties to the side, lowering his mouth to her pussy. I flick my wrist, fixing my watch, catching the time.

“Fuck, Cam,” y/n whines as his tongue meets her heat. There it is… Shit. I down the rest of my drink. God, it’s like snortin’ a line. That high of hearing a woman moan like that’s too fuckin good. Cam licks a line up to her clit, his hand working higher on her legs, disappearing between my girl’s thighs.

I can hear Cam’s fingers darting quickly, driving in and out rapidly. Y/n grips the back of his buzzed head, forcing him closer. He slows his pace, making her lift her head off the pillow. She looks down at him desperately, still too unfamiliar to plead with him to speed up. I know what my girl likes. She would have already been grippin’ the sheets. Callin’ out for me. Rookie mistake.

I rise from my chair, walking toward her slowly as Cam continues to play. Y/n looks at me; lashes fluttering as he changes his approach, curling his thick fingers in her pussy. I mount the bed, moving toward her slowly. Y/n reaches for me before I can even get at her, pulling me to her lips. Her sweet tongue rolls with mine, plush lips brushing as I catch her soft moans. “Tell him what you want, princess. C’mon,” I mumble against her lips.

“Faster,” she whimpers against my lips.

“Louder.”

“Faster,” Y/n moans loudly, the sounds of her pleasure making me feel like I could bust right then and there.

“Atta girl.” Cam works her pussy quicker, the wet squelching of her cunt fills the room as her back starts to arch off the bed. “Mmm… Like that?”

“Just like that,” she cries.

“You gonna cum, baby?” I ask.

“Mmpf… Y-Yeah. I’m gonna cum.” Her voice cracks, already hoarse from her cries. “Fuck, Cam.” She bucks her hips, but my brother doesn’t let up, holding her in place, working her through her orgasm as Y/n moans and cries.

Cam licks another line up her pussy, swirling his tongue, kissing her clit. He looks up at me, chin glistening with my girl’s slick, a smug smile tugs on his lips. I give him a smirk, tapping on my watch face, completely unimpressed, making him suck his teeth and roll his eyes. His demeanor changes as he crawls toward Y/n, softening completely as he looks into her half-lidded eyes.

She’s so fucking beautiful…

Reader’s POV:

“Come’ere,” Rafe groans, reaching out for you. His eyes roam your curves as you walk his way. “How ya doin’, princess?” He smiles as he wraps his strong arm around your waist. “This okay? You’re not just doin’ it for me. Are ya?” You shake your head. ‘No,’ Rafe responds with a sinful smile. “Take off my shirt, baby.” You pinch the bottom of his white v-neck, drawing it off his muscular body before tossing it to the floor. You wrap yourself up in his arms, taking in the familiar scent of your boyfriend.

Rafe’s lips meet your neck, kissing you roughly, marking you with his lips. He kisses his way to your ear, swirling and tugging on your lobe, breathing soft and slow, making you throb below. ”How are you so sexy?“ Rafe hums, making you moan needily for more. Rafe’s fingers drift into your hair, pulling you even closer. You reach down, stroking your hand over his clothed cock. ”You ready, baby?“ You bite your lip and nod, meeting his beautiful blue eyes. “My girl,” he chuckles lustfully; his praise making your heart pound. “You gonna be a good girl for us?” He hums as he latches onto your skin again, sucking down on your pulse point, feeling your racing heart.

“Yes, daddy,” you moan.

“Good answer… Take care of my brother. Yeah?”

“Yeah-” Before you can even say anymore, you’re whisked away by Cam, his lips colliding with yours in a passionate kiss. You slip the tips of your fingers under the elastic of his boxers, excitement building as you think back to the bar, remembering how it felt as you danced together.

Drawing back slightly, your eyes follow the indentations of his chiseled v-lines to his thick cock. Cam gives you a gentle smile, sensing your nerves. “We’ll go slow. Alright?” His fingers hook under your chin, his thumb rubbing along your jaw. You give him a little nod, returning your focus as you drag the material the rest of the way to the floor. He’s big. Almost as long as Rafe, no curve, thick and veiny: his pink swollen head, leaking at the tip. You grip him in your hand, swirling your tongue around his cock, collecting his prerelease.

“Shit,” you hear Rafe groan, looking back in his direction. He’s relaxed on the chair again, thighs spread wide; nothing left on his body but a smirk. It’s almost impossible to tear your focus away from Rafe as you take him in. He lifts his hand to his rosy lips, spitting on his palm, guiding your attention even lower. Your guide falls from his muscular chest to his tight stomach, his long, heavy cock now resting in his fist. Rafe uses his spit as lube, stroking slowly. His eyes roll back as you echo his movements on Cam. Rafe’s brother moans, tossing his head back to the ceiling. You stand up, continuing to palm his cock.

“I’ll do whatever you want, daddy,” you breathe, watching as a smile spreads on Cam’s lips. He steals the words off your tongue, taking your breath away. Cam reaches for you, drawing you even closer.

”Fuck. Call me daddy again,“ he mumbles between kisses as he peels your thong off your hips.

”Daddy,“ you whisper, scratching your fingers through his hair. Cam moans for you, taking a tighter grip on the plush of your hips.

“Mmm… And you’ll do whatever daddy wants?”

“Anything daddy wants, daddy get…”

”Suck my cock, baby girl.“ Cam wraps his hands around the back of your neck, forehead resting against yours. “Just for a bit… Then, I’m gonna fuck that pretty pussy. Shit. I bet you’re so tight, so fucking wet…” Cam guides two fingers between your thighs, gathering your essence on his fingers; cock twitching as he gets his answer. He brings his lips to his fingers, sucking them clean. ”Fuck. You’re sweet.“

Cam presses you toward the bed, knees buckling when you hit the side of the mattress, falling to your back. You crawl to the headboard as Cam continues to kiss you hungrily, tongue rolling with yours. He wraps his arms tightly around your body, moving you onto his chest.

You lean down, kissing his flushed cheeks. Moving a little lower on the bed, your lips meet his neck, hands gripping his muscular chest. You shift between his thighs, dragging your nails down his body, tracing your fingers around his cock as Rafe watches on with a smirk. Cam runs his tongue along his bottom lip as yours glides along the underside of his length, swirling around the tip, making him release a deep moan, throwing his head onto the pillow.

Cam’s large hands quickly find the back of your head, gathering your hair in a makeshift pony so he can get a better look. You wrap your lips around his thick tip, sucking gently, making his brows furrow, eyes shutting softly. Sinking low, you take as much of him as you can, spit seeping out of the corners of your lips already at his sheer girth.

”Fuckkk…“ He draws out the word, thigh muscles tightening under your hands as you deep throat his cock, choking on his shaft again and again. ”Mmm… Fuck. Rafe’s got you trained, baby. Shit,” he mutters. “Keep doin’ that.” You feel another touch. Rafe… His fingers glide through your hair at the nape as he leans in, lips brushing your ear as you continue to suck.

“We made a little bet, baby girl. Who could get you off the quickest,” Rafe groans. His other hand cracks against your ass, making you release a whiny gasp. “You think I’m gonna win? How well do you think I know this pussy, princess?” His large palms circle the fullness of your ass. “Shit…” He groans, drawing out the word as his hand meets your pussy. His arm reaches further around your hip, fingers skimming your ass, reaching as far as he can, the tips of his fingers swirling your arousal dipping into your entrance outlined.

Rafe reaches down, pushing you where he wants you. He thrusts his hips, rolling his body against yours, his rock-hard cock nestled between your thighs. You can feel the chill of the slick between your legs, making you release an eager whimper. “Need you, Rafe,” you whine, gasping as you come up for air. Cam grabs a mess of your hair, pushing you back down on his cock as Rafe tortures you with a few more hindered thrusts.

“Gonna get you good ‘n ready for my cock, baby girl,” Rafe groans as he takes hold of your curves, spreading your ass cheeks slightly. Rafe draws his hand back, slapping your bum; a satisfying clap cracks through the room. He snares your hips, towing you closer. You relax your body a little more, the sway of your spine deepening. Rafe’s rough fingers meet your clit, making you release a throaty moan onto Cam’s cock. “Such a pretty pussy,” Rafe groans as he works a little further back, toying with your entrance, running his fingers through your sticky folds before slapping your cunt. “Always so wet for me.”

“All from suckin’ my cock,” Cam grunts. You can hear the wavering in Cam’s voice as his thighs start to tremble.

Rafe starts to play with your pussy as Cam watches you put in work on his cock. “You’re gonna swallow my cum,” Cam moans the words, relishing each one. “You gonna let me stretch out your pussy? Fill you up? Hmm?” You answer with a gag, humming and hallowing your cheeks, creating a suction that makes Cam grip your hair tighter. “Gonna cum… Shit. So good at sucking cock. I’m gonna – Fuck-” His cum spurts down your throat as he moans your name, hips jostling, shuddering in overstimulation as you continue to suck. ”Goddamn, Y/n,“ Cam laughs through his panting breaths as you suck off his throbbing dick, cleaning on your lips with your finger before sucking it clean. “Fuck… I’m obsessed with you. You’re so perfect, baby,” he mumbles as he lowers himself on the mattress, one with your lips. ”I always wanted a girl like you, Y/n,“ he whispers. ”So fucking beautiful. Every part of you. Too bad my brother gotcha first.”

“That’s right,” Rafe rasps. His rough palm glides down your body, pressing down on your hip, causing you to widen your thighs. “You’re gonna be okay. A’ight, princess? I’ll go nice and slow.”

“Our girls gonna love it,” Cam mumbles against your lips. His tongue slips through your parted lips as Rafe rubs his thumb over your taut hole using your slick as lube, adding a little more, running a line of spit down, making you release a little gasp. Rafe circles a little quicker before pressing it inside, making you clutch Cam’s biceps.

“Good?” Rafe hums.

“So fucking good,” you moan. Rafe draws his finger out, pulling out a moan from your trembling lips. He presses against you again, his pointer finger replacing his thumb.

“Want me to keep goin’?”

“Yes. Fuck, Rafe… Don’t stop,” you whimper. You watch as Rafe wraps his fist around his dick as well. Your entire body starts to throb, your heart banging in your chest as he pumps his long cock at the same tempo as his finger, working in and out of you. A bead of precum drips from his swollen tip onto the comforter below. You feel heat spread across your already hot skin as he answers your question. His fat cockhead presses against your entrance, making your fingers claw into Cam’s flesh, eyes squeezed as Rafe glides his dick in your pussy. “O-Oh, Rafe. I- Mmm...” Cam grabs your cheeks, drawing you to his lips as Rafe sinks balls deep, the skin of his body pressed against yours, making you cry out. Rafe lets you adjust to his size and the new sensation before rocking into you at a familiar tempo, working his fingers in tandem with his thrusts. “Oh my god,” you gasp in ecstasy as he adds another finger, filling you fuller than before.

“Jesus Christ,” he huffs. Rafe curls his digits inside your ass, pumping both a little quicker, making you tighten around him more. “Feels so good, Y/n… Shit,” he pants between ruts.

“So good,” you cry. Rafe palms the arch of your ass with his other hand, spanking your cheek before gliding it forward, forcing your body a little lower. He feeds off your whines and moans, searching for that perfect angle to send you over the edge.

“Right there,” you cry between kisses.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Faster,” you snivel.

“Fuck, Y/n.”

”Harder,“ you plead through quivering lips. His hand takes a grip on your ass; rough thrusts with his fingers and cock making your body weak. ”Gonna cum.“

”Mmm… Squeezin’ me so tight. S-Shit,“ he stammers. You scream out his name, pussy fluttering around his length as you cum harder than you ever have before. Your toes curl tight, head falling onto the crook of Cam’s neck as you flood Rafe’s cock with your release. Your lashes beat to a close, muscles settling around him as his fingers pull out of your ass. ”Mmm…“ Rafe growls from behind you as his hand rounds your hips. He grinds his cock slowly, just rough enough to make the plush of your ass recoil.

”Felt so good, Rafey,“ you mewl in exhaustion, feeling his hand sail up the bend of your spine, raking into your hair. You gasp as Rafe yanks you off Cam’s chest, pulling you to his.

“Looks like I’m a winner, bitch,” Rafe claps back to Cam.

“No fuckin’ way,” Cam sneers.

“Hey, don’t be a sore loser. I know this pussy like the back of my hand. A’int that right, princess?”

“Yes, daddy,” you pant breathlessly.

“Think you can handle my cock, champ? You’re lookin’ pretty tired… Bet two’s outta the question. Huh?” He teases.

“Fuck that,” Cam chuckles. You release another gasp as Cam’s thumb finds your clit rubbing slow circles on top. “I’m gettin’ this pussy one way or the other.”

“Please, daddy… I want you both so bad,” you plead. Rafe smiles, using his grip on your hair to turn your head, planting a rough kiss on your lips.

“Anything for you, Y/n. Now sit on his cock, baby.”

Cam clasps your hips, hovering you over his dick. You reach between your thighs, taking him in your grasp, swirling him through your sopping folds. The tip of his cock presses against your pussy, making your whole body tremble. Your fingers clunch into your thighs as you sink on the first few inches, pausing to adjust to his size.

“You’re so f-fucking – mmm… You’re squeezing me so tight, baby. Shit,” Cam babbles. Cam pitches his hips, filling you to the brim, causing you to squeal and fall back onto Rafe. “Mmm… Couldn’t help myself, baby. Sorry,” he groans as his large hands hold your waist, not letting you move away.

“S-So big,” you whimper.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Rafe whispers against your hot skin. “You gonna be a good girl and let me fuck you too, or is it too much?”

“Fuck me.”

Your body shakes in anticipation as he presses his tip against your second hole. “You ready, Y/n?” He hums.

“Yes,” you moan as you drop down slightly on Cam’s cock, inhaling sharply as his head enters you. Cam’s eyes plead with you to keep going, the desperation on his face encouraging you to take him deeper. “Shit. Holy shit!” You whine as you feel Rafe coax himself in as well. There’s a sting of pain, a slight discomfort as you work yourself even lower on Cam. You feel yourself becoming more and more full. Pressure building in your stomach; cries of pleasure free falling from your lips.

“Princess?” Rafe’s voice brings your gaze back to him. “You okay? Does it hurt?” He asks gently, moving closer than before.

“Yeah… But, fuck. J-Just. Fuck. Don’t stop.”

Rafe laughs and shakes his head. “You like that, Y/n? Shit… Our girl’s a little slut for pain, buddy?” He mumbles, lips brushing your shoulder. Your mouth drops open, eyes fluttering shut immediately as you feel both of them bottom you out.

“Gonna move now...” Cam hums. His teeth bite down on his kiss-bitten lip as he begins to thrust up into you. His fingertips dig into your skin as Rafe starts thrusting as well.

“Just a little whore for Cameron cock,” Rafe hisses, making Cam let out a breathless laugh.

”Fucking hell...“ You moan as they both begin to move in tandem, your whines and cries causing them to speed up. Cam fucks you from below as Rafe drives into you from above, both dying to bring you to your climax. Tears fill your eyes as they slam into you again and again.

”You’re taking us so well, baby. So fuckin’ well,“ Rafe praises. You try to speak, but you can’t focus on anything; every part of you numb with pleasure.

”Mmm. She loves us filling her up. She is so dumb on cock she can’t speak. Our poor little baby,” Cam rasps.

“Harder…” You pant breathlessly.

“Oh yeah, baby?” Rafe grunts, pistoning his hips, skin cracking against your ass as Cam drives his heels into the mattress fucking you from below.

“H-Harder!” You wail, nails clawing into the fronts of Rafe’s thighs, making him moan.

“Fuck, Y/n,” Rafe grunts. The two of them moan and groan and pleasure. Your vision blurs as Rafe’s hand clamps down around your throat, making your eyes cross. You hit your crescendo, reaching your highest high as you cry out for the both of them, back to back, one after the other, over and over. You feel Rafe’s body tremble, the warmth of his release filling you as Cam’s fingers brush along your clit.

“Keep doing that,” you whimper.

“Mmm… This?” Cam groans, working his digits a little faster, eyes locked on your pussy, watching as you make a wet mess on his lap. You fall into Cam’s arms, grinding slowly. The two of you move together, thighs sticky with your release. You start to lose your tempo in exhaustion. Rafe catches your hips guiding you as you roll on Cam’s cock, slamming you deep. “Shit… I’m almost there, baby,” Cam breathes. His fingers drift through your hair, tugging hard. “You’re my girl. Yeah? Gonna let me cum inside you?” He pleads, lips brushing against yours.

“Mmm… I’m your girl. Need it. Please.” Cam’s eyes slam shut, mouth falling open as he pins you in place, flooding you with his cum.

“Fuck, Y/n… Oh shit,” he cries. Rafe comes down on top of you, covering your body with his, lips connecting, kissing your neck and your shoulders anywhere and everywhere he can reach.

“I love you,“ he whispers. “Fuck, baby. I love you so much.”

”I love you, Rafey.”

Late that night…

You bite down on your bottom lip, eyes rolling back, toes curling tight as you try to contain the pleasure building inside. A muffled moan slips your lips, causing you to cut off the noise with the palm of your hand as you use the other to grip Rafe’s dirty blonde hair. The bed shifts beside you as Cam sleeps soundly.

Rafe’s finger swirls around your entrance, the buzz of a hum grazing against your clit. You lift the covers as Rafe’s eyes flick to yours, his beautiful face buried between your thighs. His fingers curl, finding your sweet spot, making your mouth fall slack as you let out a choked cry.

A part of you wants to moan a little louder. The greedy girl in you wanting to wake up Cam as well, but you can tell that’s not what Rafe wants. Rafe wants you all to himself. He slows his pace, adding a third finger instead, making your thighs widen, back arching off the bed. You feel a familiar heat building in your core, warmth spreading across your body.

“Fuck, baby. Lemme see your ass,” Rafe groans, nipping at the plush of your inner thigh. He grabs your hips, flipping you on the mattress before lifting your hips in the air. You arch your back a little further, giving him access to your pussy as kisses your ass and thighs.

Rafe starts to eat you out from the back, drowning himself in your wet cunt as you claw the sheets. His tongue plunges into your entrance, causing you to bury your face in your pillow, quieting yourself.

The coil in your stomach starts to tighten along with your pussy around Rafe. His trained fingers rub figure eights on your clit, tongue sweeping your G-spot again and again.

“S-Shit,” you hiss the word out as he pinches your clit, tongue fucking you ruthlessly. You move away in overstimulation, but Rafe pulls you back, keeping you in place. His tongue swirls around your entrance, collecting your arousal, moaning into your cunt; fingers delighting your clit. Your bottom lip quivers as Rafe licks a fat stripe up your pussy. You cry into the pillow, fingers twisting in the fabric, using the textile to dampen your sounds.

“Rafe,” you pant breathily as your orgasm casts through your body. Your muscles clench tight; teeth gritted as you ride the waves of your bliss, pussy, fluttering around his fingers. Your ears ring; everything in the room falls out of earshot. He rolls you to your back, claiming your lips.

“I get you last… I always get you last,” Rafe whispers breathlessly against your kiss.

“Always.”

Rafe clears his throat, his face a mess of emotion as his eyes stare into yours. His rough finger brushes along your cheeks as he struggles to find the words, but they’re hard. “Princess…”

“Baby…”

“I’ve never felt like this before,” he presses out the words.

“Like what, Rafe?” You ask gently as you lean in, kissing his lips, feeling him melt at your touch. He nuzzled in a little closer, pushing his naked body against yours.

“I’m a little jealous,” he whispers weakly.

“Rafe-”

“Wait,” he stops you before you can scold him, shaking his head ‘no.’ “I’m the one that wanted this to happen. And I loved it… Watchin’ you like that, baby… It was a fuckin’ fantasy. A’ight? But, Cam, that fucker was enjoyin’ it a little too much for my liking,” he sneers as he glances over your shoulder at his brother. “I’ve just never felt like this about anyone; loved anyone like I love you, princess.”

“I love you, Rafe,” you answer earnestly, pleading with him to believe you even after tonight. It’s hard to deny the chemistry. You couldn’t lie to Rafe and say that he was wrong about Cam.

“I know, baby. I know you love me,” he mumbles as he rests his forehead against yours.

“We don’t have to do that ever again,” you soothe even though it pained you to say. “I won’t talk to Cam. I-”

“Baby girl,” he whispers. “Not necessary. A’ight? And it is happening again. I just want to make sure you really know who you belong to.” Your heart patters as he confirms what you were hoping he would. He wants this to happen again. The three of you together wasn’t just a one-time thing. You do your best to fix your face, not wanting to act too excited… I mean, he could call it off ultimately.

“I belong to you, Rafe Cameron,” you assure as you lift your leg, wrapping it over his body. Rafe takes hold of your ass, palming your curves as he looks down at you lovingly. “I already talked to Cam. Told him that I didn’t want him talkin’ to you without me.”

“Oh… What did he say?” You whisper.

“He said, ‘We’re cool. He understands. He knows you’re mine and that he never questioned it. Just told me I don’t have anything to worry about. I know that. Got nothin’ to worry about when it comes to you, honey-”

“You don’t, Rafey. M’all yours.”

“And I’m yours, princess.”

One week later…

“Fuck. I’m gonna miss you,” Rafe hums against your lips, arms wrapped lazily around your hips. He paws at your ass, lifting the bottom of his old t-shirt, hands resting on your bare skin.

“You’re gonna do so good, baby.” You rise on your tippy toes, meeting Rafe’s lips. “Can’t wait to watch you play.”

“Mmm… I’ll call you right after. And, if we make it to Nationals, you’re coming with me. A’ight? M’Nothing without my lucky charm.”

“I’m your lucky charm?” You smile, your cheeks burning from your smile as Rafe lifts you to his level, standing straight.

“‘Course you are. I’m gonna be missing my pregame ritual, my post-game ritual… What am I gonna do without you,” he mumbles, face buried in your neck.

“Rafey,” you chuckle lightly, drawing his beautiful blues to yours before brushing his dirty blonde bangs back. “Call me when you get back to the hotel, and we can FaceTime: take a shower together-”

“Yeah?” He chuckles giddily as he smushes his lips against yours.

“Mhmm… Then, we can pick a movie and not watch it like we usually do.

“Shittt, baby,” he groans as he tosses his head back slightly. “I love the sound of that.” Rafe turns over his shoulder, looking toward the door as one of his teammates blares his car horn. He lets out a little annoyed grumble, returning his attention to you. “Wish me luck?”

“Mmm…” You kiss him against, lips lingering with his. “Good luck, baby.”

“My girl… This bus ride is long as shit. Phone on. A’ight? I’m gonna be bored as fuck,” he bitches as he tugs on his team jacket before looping his duffle bag over his shoulder.

“Promise,” you smile, holding the door as he passes through. Rafe steals three more kisses before bounding toward the Wrangler. You stand at the doorframe, watching as he hops in the passenger’s seat. Your phone buzzes in your pocket already, making you smile.

Your cheeks blush as you look at the little thumbnail on your screen, Rafe’s ring-adorned hand wrapped tightly around your neck. You look up toward the car, watching as it pulls out of the driveway. Rafe gives you a smile and a wink before peeling out onto the main road.

The notification at the top of your phone catches your attention, making your heart stop.

Fuck.

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Sharing - Twin Rafe Fic (Part 1 of 2)

+18 Minor DNI

CurtainBangs!Rafe x BuzzCut!Rafe x GF!Reader

⭐ republished ⭐

+18 Minor DNI

🪄 warning: SMUT, language, drinking, name calling, choking, pet names, sharing kink, ownership kink, fingering, unprotected p in v, choking, public sex, rough sex, shower sex

📖 After meeting Rafe's (CurtainBangs!) twin brother Cam (BuzzCut!) for the first time, Rafe gives you a proposal you can't help but accept: sharing you.

✨ “Pretty sure you know what I want to hear, princess,“ he grunts. "Just tell me you want him. Tell me you want us to share you. Tell me you want his cock and mine, y/n. Let me hear it.” ✨

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Reader's POV:

“Touchdown, Bulldogs!”

The stadium erupts with applause as Rafe gets swallowed up in a team hug. The school fight song blares through the open arena as a massive homecoming crowd clamors to storm the field in celebration. You hang back slightly with the other players’ girlfriends, watching as Rafe shuffles over to an equally massive #2; Cameron scrolled across his back as well. The two of you have only been dating for a few weeks, but you could tell, like quintessential twins, those two were close.

Cam was always Rafe’s second call after you, no matter what, good or bad, and it almost seemed like Cam was two steps ahead. He knew how to calm him down; he always seemed to know what to say. But, then there was the rivalry; Cam knew how to push Rafe’s buttons. What to say to trigger a classic Cameron bitch fit.

Rafe wanted nothing more than to win this game. You could see his chest puffed out a little more than usual, his shit-eating grin a little more sly. Rafe tugs off his helmet, skimming his fingers through his sweaty fringe as his brother removes his helmet as well.

You squint your eyes, stomach fluttering as you take in the difference from all the Instagram and Snapchat images you’ve stalked prior: a fresh buzz cut. Jesus Christ. Rafe pulls him in for a big hug, slapping his shoulder pads.

Your nerves creep in fast, a combination of anxieties about meeting Cam for the first time. I want to impress him. I want him to like me. I want him to think I’m good for Rafe. That’s his twin brother, after all. Sure, I met Ward and Rose, Wheezie and Sarah, and that went great, but this is the big leagues. This is his twin; this is make-or-break.

But, on a separate note, should I be this nervous? I mean, in this way? Seeing Cam gave me butterflies… Maybe it’s ‘cause he looks so much like Rafe? I can’t deny that when he took off his helmet, I felt something. Fuck, I’m in trouble.

“There she is," Rafe groans as he pulls you off your feet and into his strong arms. You cup his sweat-glistened cheeks, kissing him deeply.

"Hi, Rafey," you mumble against his sweet lips.

"How’d I do?" He smiles against your pout, nose nuzzling yours playfully.

"So damn good,” you praise as you scratch your nail into his hair, pulling him closer.

“You look so pretty, baby - love seeing you in my jersey.” Rafe sets you down on your feet, kissing you again before pulling you to his side.

“This her?” Cam pipes in, stealing your attention away.

“Sure is. Cam, y/n; y/n, Cam,” Rafe smiles down at you proudly. You turn your attention to Cam, feeling that same flutter from before, a blush creeps in your cheeks as you see the same look in his eyes that Rafe gave you the first night you met.

“Well, shit,” he rasps as he steps a little closer. Cam takes you off Rafe’s hands, drawing you into his embrace, hugging you before pulling back ever-so-slightly. “Fuck, you’re stunning," he praises.

Cam reaches up, fixing the little "R” pendant on your chest, brushing your clothed cleavage as he sets it in place. Your heart races at the contact between you, banging so loudly you swear Cam can hear it. “Thank you,” you breathe. A grin slides across Cam’s lips; Cam’s smile is stunning, just like your boyfriend’s. But there’s a fire behind it that once again gives you the most delicious deja vu. Cam likes what he sees.

“So…” Rafe teases, head cocked slightly, arms raised, holding open your spot at his side.

“Oh shit. Sorry, Rafey,” Cam snickers as he passes you back to his brother. Rafe wraps his arm around your shoulders, tugging you in, pressing a rough kiss on your hair. Cam’s eyes return to his brother, a smirk spreading on his rosy lips. You look up at Rafe, catching the mirror image.

“Well, this one’s gonna help me with my post-game routine; why don’t you come over in like an hour-” Rafe continues to talk; Cam cocks his eyebrow, seemingly stuck on the first part of the plan for the evening. He smiles sinfully, eyes falling down your body, making you blush as you see his wheels turn. These two talk about everything; your little post-match shower session was most likely a topic of discussion already. 

“We drinkin’ tonight?” Cam drawls.

“Literally just said that, dumbass. Maybe if you stop starin’ at my girl’s tits, you could focus. Yeah?” Rafe taunts, shoving his brother away.

“Not gonna apologize,” he bullies as he wets his plump bottom lip.

If Cam was anyone else, he’d gone - erased from this earth for his wandering eye. Rafe, no stranger to roughing up a guy or two on account of you - his brother seemingly the exception. “You’re a fuckin’ dog, buddy.” Cam shrugs and smiles, owning the title as Rafe hooks his finger under your chin. “I don’t blame him. My girl’s perfect,” he whispers before meeting your lips.

“This is my favorite part of Game Day, baby," Rafe hums as he tears his shirt off his athletic body. You pinch the bottom of your top, drawing it over your naval. ”Lemme,“ he smiles, stripping you of his old jersey before tossing it to the side, lifting you off your feet. Rafe pulls away only briefly to turn on the water, walking with you to the countertop. It’s dim, the perfect amount of light thrown from his open bedroom door. Admittedly, it’s your favorite part of Game Day as well: getting this time with Rafe, the two of you unwinding before a night of drinking, the pair of you coming down from his post-game high together.

Rafe sets you down on the cool top, sending chills up your warm body as his hands quickly get to work. One weaves into the nape of your hair while the other grips the plush of your hip. ”You know I love you,“ he whispers as his rough fingers trace over the top of your thigh, disappearing between your legs.

”Of course, Rafe.“

"M'not sayin’ this to start a fight; m'not callin’ you out for anything. Alright?”

“Okay," you giggle nervously. ”Is everything okay?“

"More than okay," he grins. You let out a little gasp as he runs two fingers through your wetness, lifting them to his lips tasting you. "You have a crush on my brother. Don’t you, sweetheart?" He whispers. Your eyes widen in surprise, lashes fluttering as he calls you out.

"I - Umm… Rafe-”

“I said, 'It’s more than okay, honey," he mumbles as his fingers press through your entrance. ”You don’t believe me?“ Your brows knit in confusion as you stare into his beautiful blues. How could Rafe Cameron be okay with this? I mean, he almost got arrested last weekend for a fight after someone bought me a shot. How is he okay with me having a crush on his brother? 'And, it’s more than okay?’ No way.

"No…" You whisper feebly as your gaze falls to his lips.

A smirk stretches wide, Rafe’s breathing increasing with yours. "No, what, princess?”

“I don’t believe you," you reply before returning your eyes to his. Rafe pouts his lip teasingly, pumping and scissoring his long fingers.

"Alright…" He shrugs, continuing to tease you. You grip Rafe’s thick dick in your hand, rubbing his precum into his swollen tip as he quickens the speed of his hand, thrusting his fingers at an insane pace. ”He’s got a crush on you.“ Your pussy tightens around his digits at the sound of his words, making Rafe smile wickedly. "Baby girl…" He mocks as he moves in even closer, wrapping his muscular arm around your waist. Rafe tucks himself into the crook of your neck as you feel the knot in your stomach tighten.

”M'gonna cum,“ you whine.

”You sure, y/n,“ he whispers against your warm skin. ”I don’t believe you.“ Rafe repeats your words as he slows his pace, edging you; prompting you to grind against his palm, craving a release.

”Rafe…“

”Hmm?“ He chuckles through a throaty laugh. ”S'alright, baby. We share.“ Rafe baffles you with his admittance as he spears his thick cock into your drenched pussy.

”Rafe!“ You wail, mouth hanging open as he circles his hips nice and slow, buried balls deep, letting you adjust to his size. You cling onto his shoulders, nails digging into his tan skin as he stretches you out. Steam swirls all around the two of you, the room burning with vapor and sex as Rafe walks toward the walk-in show, drawing back the glass door. ”This could be a really good night for you,“ he mutters as the stream of water pours from the spout, washing over your naked bodies.

Rafe’s eyes fall down your bare frame, watching as the little rivers of warm water cascade through your dips and curves, glistening over your already dewy skin. His blonde fringe hangs wet on his forehead, framing his beautiful face. You look down as well, eyeing the place where your bodies connect; Rafe’s thick cock sheathed deep. "You share girls?" You whisper. Rafe moans as he presses you back into the icy shower wall, forcing himself as deep as possible, making you exhale a deep breath.

“'Course we do." He starts to pound you into the wall, making you cry out in pleasure.

"And, you want to share me?" You ask, weakly between rough thrusts.

”That not clear?“ He rasps, drawing out of your cunt, whirling you around before bending you over, pounding back into your aching core.

"Fuck!” You sob, feeling him deep in your guts. You take hold of his wrists, his hands steadying your hips, clawing into the fat of your ass. Rafe spreads your cheeks, coaxing his cock in slower as he feels you tighten around him again.

“Bounce for me. Yeah?" He groans, slapping your ass before letting you take control. You throw your bum on his cock; cheeks clapping against Rafe’s wet skin. Your curves recoil with each slap of his tight body against yours, knees buckling, causing Rafe to chuckle darkly as he watches you go weak on his dick. "Please," you whimper, knowing he won’t let you cum until he hears you say it.

”Pretty sure you know what I want to hear, princess,“ he grunts. "Just tell me you want him. Tell me you want us to share you. Tell me you want his cock and mine, y/n. Let me hear it.”

“Rafe.”

He winds up, slapping your thigh harshly, making you scream, voice bouncing off of the shower walls. “I want him. I - I want you to share me. Fuck. I want your cock and his." You squeal Rafe’s name as you gush around his cock; your entire body shaking as he keeps you standing through your climax.

"I want you to beg,” he huffs, tugging your hair, pulling you close, back pressed against his heaving chest, Rafe not letting you come down from your orgasm before he starts working on your next. One arm wraps around your throat in a chokehold, squeezing tightly while the other arm binds around your waist.

“Please.”

“No. Not enough," he sneers, constricting your airway with his biceps. Rafe starts rocking in and out. You can feel every ridge and curve of his cock as he gives it to you, slow and deep, making your eyes roll back. You feel yourself getting lightheaded at the lack of air, but Rafe doesn’t let up his hold. ”Beg.“

Holy shit.

"Please, Rafe. I fucking need it," you pant wearily. ”I want to please you both… I wanna feel you-“ Your voice trails off as you feel your orgasm building again, vision fuzzy, mind muddled like you could fall to the floor.

"Baby? You got awfully quiet. You a'ight?" He growls; a low tone rumbled against your skin.

”I want you both to ruin me!“ You choke out the words. “I’ll do anything for your dick. Please.”

"Mmm… Atta girl.” Rafe pulls out, taking his time with you as he looks down at you lovingly. He guides your chin, lifting your lips to his. Rafe kisses you soft and slow as you try to catch your breath. You look down at his throbbing dick, the creamy ring of your arousal rinsing off his hardened flesh, ready for more.

“You think your brother wants me, Rafey?" You whisper, biting into your bottom lip as you bat your lashes, playing into his game.

”'Course he does. That bastard always wants what’s mine. Lucky for him, we’re brothers… N'I play nice.“ Rafe loops his bicep under your thigh, plunging his cock back in. He rolls his hips deliciously slow, finding that perfect angle that makes tears leak from your eyes. ”Gonna fuck that tight little ass of yours, baby. Fill you up,“ he groans. ”We haven’t done that yet? You ready, f'me? Think you can handle us both?“

You can’t even form words; all thoughts in your mind run wild at the idea of having them. "You’re squeezing me so tight, baby… Think you could cum for me again?" He whispers against your ear, teeth, tugging at your lobe as he draws out, slamming his cock back into your pussy. You let out a cry of pleasure, your cracked sob reverberating off the walls. "Gonna have you creamin’ on our cocks all night. Just a little whore for Cameron cock, aren'tcha?" Rafe throws his hips again and again as the knot in your stomach starts to twist tighter. You pinch your eyes shut, nodding frantically as you feel your orgasm within reach, completely cock-drunk. "Say. It.”

“M'just - Fuck, daddy-”

“M'just what?" He mocks your fucked-out tone.

"A little whore for your cocks. M'just a hole for you, Rafe.”

“Ugh. Yes! Fuck. That’s my girl. That’s it, baby. Cum for me. Yeah? Cum on my cock.”

“Fuck…”

“Cum." Your walls spasm around his cock; waves of your finish crashing down on you again and again as you call out his name. Rafe yours as he floods you with his seed. You can feel his dick twitching inside you, your body milking every last drop of his cum.

Rafe’s forehead falls to your neck in exhaustion. ”Goddamn. I fuckin’ love you, honey,“ he breathes as he kisses his way up your neck. ”Mmm… We’re gonna take real good care of you tonight, baby,“ Rafe moans. You can hear the excitement in his voice, matching your own, but you can’t help but feel a slight apprehension.

What if this ruins what Rafe and I have?

Your demeanor must have changed because Rafe notices instantly. "Talk to me, princess,” he respires as he holds you tight, lips resting on your shoulder as he rocks the two of you lazily.

“I’m a little worried, Rafe. This doesn’t really feel like something you’d do with a girlfriend… Someone you wanna end up with. This seems like something the two of you would do with some random girl - maybe a fling. I wanna be with you… I don’t see us not being together. I’m crazy about you, Rafe,” your voice cracks with emotion, making him expel a soft pity laugh like you have nothing to worry about.

“I’ve got no doubt in my mind that it’ll be us, Y/n. Rafe and y/n…” He pinches the gold "R” he bought you between his fingers. “I’m crazy about you too, baby. You gotta know that. Yeah? Here.” Rafe tugs off his gold Cameron Family ring, gliding it on your thumb instead. “I want you to have this, Y/n.”

“Really?” You gasp.

“'Course. You’re mine. Alright? Tonight doesn’t mean I think anythin’ less of you, or I’m not serious about our relationship. M'so fuckin’ serious, y/n.” Rafe pulls out of your pussy, making you wince; his large palm quickly soothes the ache. Rafe turns you into his chest, wrapping his towering frame in yours. “How could I not be serious about you, baby?” He mumbles warmly against your lips. You look up at him, matching his gaze. ”S'no question who you belong to, honey. Cam knows you’re mine. I had you first. M'gonna have you when he’s gone. Alright? Just let us take care of you like you take care of me. A'ight?“

"Okay, daddy,” you smile as you rest your hands on Rafe’s muscular chest, trying to contain your excitement as you see his ring adorned on your tiny finger. Rafe glances down as well, chuckling to himself as he sees how happy the gesture made you.

“Looks good on you, baby," he croons. "Let’s have a good night. Yeah?”

“Let’s do it.”

You start moving your hips to the music; the bass bumps in your chest. Your friend quickly grabs you by your hips, turning you away from her; you start grinding on her. Your hands drift up your thighs, working back down as you roll your body nice and slow. “Where’s Rafe?” One of your friends screams over the track. You smile and shrug as you continue to move. “You think you could introduce me to Cam?” She wiggles her eyebrows in your direction. No way.

“Sure," you breathe, brushing her off.

Where are they? Tonight has been fun. Cam is every bit as gentlemanly as Rafe. He asked me about school, my major, and my friends, but it was all very "normal”, almost as if that conversation with Rafe in the shower hadn’t happened.

Was he genuinely interested in me like Rafe said he was? Or did he change his mind? You look out into the packed college bar; a deep sea of students grinding and moving to the beat. Your dance partner gives you a sloppy kiss on the cheeks before getting whisked away by her boyfriend, leaving you solo again.

The void is quickly filled as your body is claimed by Rafe, taking you from behind. He presses his chest against your back, rough hands working up your bare thighs, resting on your hips. “You look good, baby girl,” he groans. “This fuckin’ body." His lips meet your neck, kissing and nipping his way to your ear as you grind to the beat. You can feel his rock-hard cock through his jeans, pressed against your ass. His rough fingers move down, drifting lower and lower, making your pulse below. "Bet this pussy’s so wet,” he groans, teeth grazing the shell of your ear.

Rafe applies a little more pressure, pressing his fingers on top of your clothed pussy; rubbing small circles on top. Oh my god. Your body tingles, warmth coursing through your system as you feel little spurs of pleasure between your thighs. You breathe deeply, taking in his cologne, eyes widening when you take in a subtle differences.

This isn’t Rafe.

You look ahead, watching as Rafe lifts his red SOLO cup to his lips, his smirk half-seen as he stares you down. He gives you a flirty nod before tossing back the rest of his gin and tonic. You look down at the large set of hands on your body, seeing his twins matching gold Cameron ring on his finger. Cam’s body is familiar, the shape of him fitting perfectly with yours, but his hold is heavy, touch not as gentle as Rafe’s. His kisses are rough, sending chills up your spine as you rest your hands on top of his, guiding them closer to your sweet spot as Rafe watches on.

Cam’s fingers trace your inner thigh, toying with the soaked lace of your panties. “Y/n…" He moans against your skin. You lean back against him, tipping your chin up in his. Your heart skips a beat when you see Cam’s face, the sight of him making this all that more real. He looks so good, so fucking good; Rafe’s double in every sense of the word, donning a black v-neck instead of a white. His gold chain lays on his chiseled chest, glinting in the laser lights. The only visible difference is his buzzed hair. Cam wets his lip, blue eyes sparkling down on yours.

He pushes your panties to the side, causing you to gasp; Cam quickly claims your lips, stealing your breath. Rafe’s brother teases your entrance with the tip of his rough finger, making you whimper on his lips. He draws his hand away, bending you over. You rest your hands on your knees as you throw your ass back into him. Cam’s grip tightens on your hips, pulling you closer; the two of you fucking clothed.

Rafe pinches his jeans, adjusting himself clearly, loving what he sees. He calls over to the bartender, yelling for his tab, making your heart pick up pace as you see the plan set in motion.

Cam grabs you by your waist, turning you around; pulling you close to his chest. One hand works around the back of your neck, guiding your focus toward his eyes as his other hand continues to massage your clit. You feel a heat building in your belly, lashes fluttering as you look up at him.

"Rafe said you were a good girl, y/n. That true?" He rasps in a voice just a little deeper than Rafe’s.

"I - I’m a good girl," you whimper.

"Then cum for me." Cam pulls you in a little closer as you feel yourself about to lose control. Fuck. Am I gonna cum in front of all these people? You look around, the shoulder-to-shoulder crowd off in their own worlds. "Eyes on me? Wanna see your face, princess. Wanna see my brother’s pretty little slut cum on my hand in front of all these people," Cam taunts. He leans in, lips brushing against yours. "Our hands.” Ours? You gasp as Rafe grabs you by the waist, plunging two thick fingers between your thighs.  He fucks them into your pussy effortlessly, curling and stroking with precision.

“He told you to cum," Rafe warns.

You grit your teeth, gripping onto Rafe’s wrist and Cam’s shirt as your orgasm claims your body. The two boys work you through your release. Cam watches you closely, taking in your beautiful features as you cum for him for the first time. Rafe slips his fingers out of your pussy, sucking the mess clean as he always does. "What do you say, brother? Let’s get our girl outta here. Hmm?”

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you and childhood bsf!rafe have been taking annual weekend trips to his family's cabin since you were little, although this year was a bit different. rafe couldn't hold in his deep obsession with you any longer, causing him to do anything to make you return the feeling at the isolated lodge.

warnings: MDNI 18+ smut, dark!rafe, rafe drugging reader (female enhancement), dubcon, rafe taking advantage of intoxicated reader, little bit of overstimulating, I made this kinda scary at times oops 😭

word count: 2.1k

you and rafe had been best friends for as long as you can remember. as you guys grew up, it was hard to for people to believe that you and rafe were so close. he was the popular, rich, spoiled kook brat who only cared about money, throwing huge parties, and infiltrating himself into his father's business. he wore thousand dollar watches with outfits that costed more than your rent. you on the other hand, were on the lower end of the scale, being a pogue and all. you weren't rich but you weren't poor, you only had 3 friends your whole life, and you were as introverted as they come. you guys couldnt be any more different but after all these years, your relationship with rafe was strong as ever. he'd pick you up from school, take you out for shopping sprees when you were feeling down, and spend every single day with you.

sandbox love never dies.

countless times rafe has tried to ask you out and make you his girlfriend, but you decline every time. you didn't want to ruin what you guys had already, a solid friendship. at each rejection, rafe met you with a smile, but deep down he had an aching feeling to show you how much you needed him in your life.

you had a smile plastered on your face as you grabbed your things from the car, dragging it to the cabin. you loved the feeling of being here. the rich greenery surrounding you, the heavy rainfall that was rolling in, and the childhood memories that clung to the cabin. this year was only you and rafe, due to his family having other business to attend to. ward was on a business trip, taking rose, sarah, and wheezie with him. it was the first time you two would be alone up here, but you didn't mind.

as the sun began setting, you and rafe began getting the cabin ready for your weekend stay. you were stocking up the fridge as rafe was putting all your clothes and belongings away to your rooms. the mood was light as rafe met you in the kitchen, beginning to make your guys' favorite dessert: chocolate chip cookies. it was tradition since you first started coming to the cabin: you bake the cookies while rafe orders pizza from your favorite place. you were steadily trying to pour the water in the cup measurer, when you felt him playfully knock his hip into yours. "rafe!!" you giggled, throwing the excess water on him. "hey, it was an accident" he smirked, wiping the liquid off of him. he loved riling you up. he especially loved when it resulted in forms of play fighting. he was about to leave, but instead patted both his hands on the mound of flour before he came up behind you, slapping your ass hard. "rafe im gonna fucking kill you-" you couldnt hold back your laugh as he held your sides, getting flour all over your clothes.

the night was perfect, you two ate and talked for what seemed like hours, about school, friends, life, just anything. after putting the plates away, you snuggled next to him on the couch watching your favorite horror movie 'Hush'. you casually draped your leg over his, leaning your head on his shoulder. throughout the entire movie, rafe couldn't focus. anywhere you were touching him made him burn up. not to mention the fact of how dangerously close your leg was to his crouch. it was his breaking point when you began bouncing your leg out of anxiety from the movie, sending vibrations right to his cock.

"hey-" you said, making him shift up abruptly. "can you get me something to drink?". rafe nodded, getting up from his seat and walking to the kitchen.

he was filling your glass with water when he remembered the pink pill he had in his pocket.

dont do it.

he told himself, already reaching for the enhancement pill. fuck but I need her so bad his thoughts were arguing with each other until he shut them out. without thinking, he threw out the water and popped open the pill, pouring it into the bottom of the glass. his actions were frantic as he opened the fridge, grabbing a dark drink to hide the powder.

"rafe, whats taking so long?" you yelled from the other room.

fuck. I shouldn't be doing this fuck. he shakily grabbed the spoon, mixing the contents until it looked normal.

"uh- in a second!" he threw the spoon in the sink, finally coming out of the kitchen. "there you are" you smiled, as he handed you the drink. "thank you rafey" you coo'ed holding the drink up to your lips. he froze. some sense knocked back into him and wanted to smack the drink out of your hand. what if she tastes it? what if she had a bad reaction? what if- "um y/n-" rafe interrupted, but it was too late. your fingers were already setting down the empty glass on the table.

*an hour later*

the movie was just ending when you stretched on the couch. you never left rafe's side the entire time, and most importantly, never showed signs of the pill working. rafe's thoughts were racing when the credits were interrupted by your sweet voice. "rafey, I think im gonna go to bed, im feeling kind of weird" uh oh. "yea, yea, of course, I'll walk you to your room" he coo'ed. you two walked through the hallway and down to your room. you slid into the bed with ease, absolutely beat from the long day. "i'll see you in the morning, I hope you feel better" rafe whispered, kissing your temple. "thank you, see you" you groaned, hoping to sleep off the weird feeling in your stomach.

1:15am

rafe was watching tv in his room when he heard the door creak open. he was quick to sit up. "y/n?" he called out. your shadow slowly moved in, closing the door behind you. as you walked up to him, you had a completely different look to your face.

it was almost inhumane.

your eyes were lustful and ten shades darker, your movements slow and unnatural, as if to hide what you were feeling. you could hear his heartbeat from where you were standing. oh fuck its working he thought to himself. he couldn't tell if he was scared or relieved. you were staring at rafe from the foot of his bed, unintentionally licking your lips from seeing his figure alone. everything about him was extremely attractive and sexy all of a sudden, and you needed him, bad.

“that movie really scared me" you spoke out. it sounded emotionless and automated. rafe shifted from under the covers, sitting up. "yeah, it was kinda intense, y-you.... wanna stay in here with me?" he scooted over, making room for you. you smiled to yourself, your plan working as you laid next to rafe. your heartbeat beating faster with every second that went by. you needed him bad.

let him sleep let him sleep, don't make this about you

you thought to yourself.

rafe's eyes finally lulled shut, his breathing steady and peaceful. you were absolutely dying at this point. your core was throbbing, your wetness was leaking through your underwear, and your entire body was vibrating. the tv reflecting on his gorgeous features made you even hornier. how can he be so perfect? what was I thinking all this time? you bit your lip. I mean, he's always wanted me right? will this change everything? you decided to stop thinking. before you knew it, your body was crawling over to him, shadowing his sleeping figure. you leaned forward, the bed shifting with your weight, before kissing him softly on the cheek. you pulled back, waiting for a reaction. you exhaled shakily before going back, kissing him on the other cheek. rafe shifted in his sleep, causing you to sit back frantically. his eyes still closed, you began to lean in for another kiss. you leaned in, gripping the material of his shirt before closing your eyes and kissing his soft lips. you bit back a moan. god why didn't i do this sooner. he tasted so good. just one more- your heart was beating out of your chest when you opened your eyes to meet his open, blue ones. he was staring back at you millimeters way. your breathing suddenly became uneven and choppy. "y/n?" rafe said, his hand stroking your jawline as you leaned on top of him.

"-please, fuck me." you breathed weakly, eyes dilated to almost full black.

★-

those words started a frenzy of movements, the bed shaking from you two undressing alone. you kissed him hungrily between each article of clothing lost, totally infatuated with his taste. rafe's guilt was gone, and was now replaced with extreme carnal lust for you. all of his suppressed feelings for you over the years boiled over, and he was finally taking you. now, you two were absolutely crazy about one another.

each kiss left you dizzy and wanting more. if you two had been just an ounce more intense, you would've been eating each other. you straddled him on the bed, hands moving passionately through his freshly cut hair. you could taste the skin on skin contact in your mouth, and it made you drool with delight.

"mhm- how bad do you need this cock sweetheart?" rafe growled, hands gripping all over your now perspiring body. your hair was already sticking to your forehead. "n-now, I need it n-now!!" you cried. you felt like you were going crazy. if rafe didn't fuck you within the next 5 seconds, you thought you were going to die. he hungrily kissed you one last time before flipping you over on your stomach, pulling your hips back to his kneeling figure. you swore you saw stars as rafe slid his thick cock in. gripping the sheets, you began drooling at his slow, filling thrusts. rafe mentally checked out, getting lost in the sensation of your throbbing core. seeing his cock slide in and out of your gripping pussy made him animalistic. he couldnt help but fuck you at a harder and faster pace so early. "ngnn- m- fuck!!!" you shrieked, your brain melting at the sensation. rafe's cock was reaching the hilt of your core every time, his cock massaging your thick squishy walls deliciously. your body contracted with every thrust, as his pace became bone breaking.

"i knew you'd come around sweetheart fuck-" he spat, death gripping your love handles. "what took you so long, huh? what? I wasn't good enough?" rafe was eating up your fucked out state. tears began falling from your eyes, your shrieks echoing through the cabin. at your silence, rafe leaned forward, fucking you into the mattress as he talked into your ear. the new position making your vision blurry and your stomach churn. "need you to fuckin' answer me" he nuzzled his nose in your neck, biting your ear. "dont- I dont know- fuck" you cried. mascara ran down your cheeks in the most beautiful way, and he loved it. he chuckled mockingly, piledriving into you balls deep. "ngnn!" you struggled, crawling forward to escape the intensity of his thrusts. "aww baby, where you going?" you were just about to crawl off the bed when he held you down, falling onto the bed behind your back and fucking you from behind. your breaths became uneven, staring up at the ceiling as rafe showed no signs of letting up. you accepted your fate, head leaning off the edge of the bed as he abused your aching core. "waited so long for this fuck-" he snarled in your ear. "you like this thick cock fucking your pussy? huh? you love being my cock slut?" your eyes rolled in the back of your head at his words, nodding mindlessly. “I l-love it s-so much, so much” you whimpered. he was taking you to heaven, one bone breaking thrusts at a time.

rafe's infatuation with you in this state was so deep, it was almost repulsive. he needed all your holes to be filled by him at once, he needed you to be fucked within an inch of your life, begging for mercy, he needed to connected with you in any and every way possible, no matter what it was. if the opportunity was given to him, he would wear your skin as his own. he needed your blood flowing through his veins.

you jerked your body in an foreign way, eyes twitching and glossy. rafe noticed your upcoming orgasm, gripping your hair to make your heads touch. his other hand imprinted on your throat as your foreheads leaned against each other. his feral pace causing them to bump with every thrust. "cu-cumm-" the words could barely leave your lips. "huh? I cant hear you sweetheart" he mocked, slowing his pace. "n-no!" you whimpered, tears falling in a frustrated manner, protesting his pace change. "finish your sentence like a good girl" he whispered against your swollen lips. "im- im fucking cumming rafe!!" you cried against his mouth. “you’re mine, you’ve always belonged to me” rafe moaned through gritted teeth.

your vision went white as he fucked you like a madman. you don't remember much from this night, but you do remember how animalistic rafe sounded cumming inside of you. the low groans, the grunting, the teeth grinding, the sheer intensity of his fast twitch muscles holding you down as you begged him to keep going. rafe's release was nothing other than the most perfect thing you had ever witnessed.

he held you close from behind, hair sticking to his forehead as he kissed your shoulder. "that was..." he smiled against your skin, trying to catch his breath.

"....fucking perfect" you uttered, breath hitching as you stared at the ceiling.

you looked over at rafe's figure. his emotions on display, raw and unsure as he looked back at you. your silence struck a nerve in him.

"y/n?" he spoke out, words slicing through the thick air as he caressed your face. you still met him with silence, dilated eyes trained on him. fuck he didnt want you to think this was a mistake.

"rafe" you whispered, the back of your hand resting lightly on his naked body. "yes baby"

"....I think im in love with you"

his heart dropped to his stomach, a smile forming on his exhausted face.

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Pose for Daddy

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x GlamourModel!Reader - Blurb

Part of my GlamourModel! Reader AU which can be read here Part 1 Part 2

A/N: Photo is for storyline aesthetics. GM!Reader can be imagined as anyone. Though - reader is depicted with a breast job due to her Playboy status.

CW: SMUT!!! Dom/Sub dynamics,choking.. I think that’s all tbh

This is the kind of photo Rafe takes of GlamourModel! Reader after they get freaky, hear me out…

As much as Rafe loves having her under him... he thinks having her on top is a religious experience all on its own. He already worships her in every way after all.

"Mhmmmm.. feels s’good Rafey..." she drawls out in a light, airy moan. The mini denim skirt she was wearing pushed up up over her hips as she grinds her soaked pussy against Rafe's rock-solid dick. She's been teasing him all day with that scandalous, pink top. Her perfectly designed chest highly accentuated and the necklace that was once a silver-diamond Playboy bunny gifted to her after winning ‘Playmate of the Year,’ now replaced with a white-gold "R.C." necklace. The 18K diamonds glistening and contrasting perfectly against that flawless skin-tone. He paid a pretty penny for it, he’ll say that much.

"That's right my little star, grind that pussy right on daddy." Rafe grunts out, his big hands gripping tightly into her curvy hips. Cobalt eyes cutting deep into her; his focus solely on her and her only. She has her head thrown back, plump lips parted around squeaky moans and airy whines. Her swollen clit bumping against his pretty pink tip. Feeling the streams of pre-cum make her already soaked pussy even messier. "You look so fucking gorgeous..." he drawls deeply, bringing a hand to her face, four fingers pressed against her left cheek as his right thumb grazes over that pretty, luscious pout that looks even more taboo from the swelling and his spit still dripped down her chin due to their earlier make-out.

She parts her perfect lips, and that gives Rafe the opportunity to press his thumb into her mouth, the pad of his finger running down the length of her tongue as she opens her eyes too look at him. She brings a dainty hand to grab his wrist attached to the hand on her face, gripping it lightly as she makes eye contact, she bites the tip of his thumb softly, a cheeky smile spreading on her face as she begins to lower her mouth to take it all the way in. Holding eye contact as she gives his thumb a quick suck.

"Keep it up and daddy will stop being so nice." growls Rafe his already rock-hard dick practically stone from how turned on he was. More pre-cum leaking out and adding to the mess already between her legs. His grip on her hip tightens, locking her in place. Sure to leave behind bruises in the shape of his fingertips. He removes his thumb from her mouth, sliding it down her lips and bringing a string of her spit with it. Adding onto the mess he previously made on her chin. He then grips her throat tightly. Pressing his dick harder against her pussy and grinding his hips into her rhythmically. Watching as her eyes roll wildly again and her head tips back. Smooth neck already littered with his bite marks.

"Fuuuuuck." he says in a drawn out deep, throaty groan. “Get me going so fucking bad, don't even need to be in that tight little hole and you already got my dick so fucking hard." He says harshly. Shit- Rafe had stamina. He's fucked plenty of girls on the island into whimpering messes, legs shaking and gasping for air while he maintains his composure. But she gets him going like no other. All his nerve endings ablaze.

He's still got a grip on her throat, and hand gripping her hip as his eyes now watching intensely where they're pressed together. Watching with intensity how her cute clit peaks out and bumps against his tip, strings of their arousal clinging erotically. He's so entranced, loving how her pussy lips get more swollen the more she grinds against him. Her smooth, toned tummy contracting with her heavy breathing and the contours of it bending beautifully as she grinds her hips back and forth.

When he looks back up though, his breath stops and he feels starstruck. His biggest fantasy already looking down at him, her pretty manicured hands gripping the sides of those busty tits as she massages and pushes them together. Plump lips parted as she moans, eyes low and hazed over with lust, voluminous hair falling messily around her perfect face.

"Aaah-fuck! Shit y/n!” groans out Rafe, his slim, toned thighs tensing tightly as he digs his heels into the bed. Stomach clenched and his hips rutting up off the bed taking her up with him as he grinds even harder against her. Head pressing deeper into the pillow behind his head, eyes clenched tightly. Thick-white ropes of cum shooting across his toned tummy. Leaving a mess as his hips fall back into the mattress. His body loosens with the after shocks of his orgasm. Relaxing deeper into the big mattress. He’s on cloud 9. His eyes are still shut, no longer clenching as he catches his breath. Swallowing deeply with a prominent gulp and only coming back-to when a girly giggle rings through the bedroom.

He opens his eyes, glazed over with bliss to look up at the source. His pretty girl still looking at him with low, lustful eyes as she brings her french-tipped middle finger to her lips, having swiped through the mess on his tummy and sucking his cum off the pad of her finger. Rafe smirks at her, running his fingers over the mess on his stomach, feeding his cum into her mouth with four fingers shoving until she gags. "My little fucking minx," he drawls out. Voice throaty and deep. He takes that hand shoved into her mouth and brings it to the back of her head, hand tangling into her messy hair as he grips harshly pushing her down to meet his lips.

The pair makes-out harshly, gasping and moaning into each other's mouths. Strings of spit exchanging messily, Rafe tasting the remnants of his cum as he nibbles on her swollen pout. He feels her hips beginning to grind again, pulling back to hiss at the feeling on his overstimulated dick.

"You still need daddy to take care of you, don't you baby?" He smirks, left hand coming to grip her right hip as he uses his strength to halt her movements. A whine of dissatisfaction drawing from her throat which he shuts down quickly. “Hey, sshhh” Rafe reprimands, smacking her left cheek lightly with his right hand. Gripping her cheeks immediately after. "Don't start, m'going just give me a sec." Holding her up by the grip he has on her face. He removes the hand from her hip to blindly reach around the bed, grabbing his phone when his fingertips touch it.

“Do that little pose you were doing that made daddy cum so fucking hard," he demands as he opens up his camera app, switching the lens to face her as she leans back and pushes her tits together again. Lips parting seductively and suggestive as she tilts her head to the side. Messy hair framing her face as her low, lustful eyes look into the camera.

“That's it princess, do what you know best," he praises, snapping the picture before tapping onto the gallery to admire his work. Biting his lip when he sees how perfectly erotic she looks in the picture. Pride swelling in his chest at the fact that he gets to call her all his. His initials lying inbetween those perfect tits, his marks littering her throat and chest, his spit dripping down her chin. Her once perfectly put together appearance now completely disheveled all because of him.

“Shit,” he says with a smile. Continuing to admire his work and the picture he knows he’ll make his lock screen. Shutting up her whining when his attention strays from her too long. She’s so desperate to cum.

“You really were made to be in front of a camera babygirl.”

gooner rafe is so icky i need him biblically use ME as a fleshlight

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fratboy!rafe who spends his free days fucking a fleshlight, knee deep in porn, thinking about the innocent sweetheart in his lectures who is always biting on her pen and batting her lashes at him.

fast forward to when he finally gets a hold of you, regularly having you round and discovering you’re just as chronically horny as he is. the two of you get super comfortable together, often lazing around his student apartment in just a tshirt and some panties and long socks whilst he’s in one of his classes. he’s not your boyfriend, but you miss him — walking around, bored and horny.

whilst looking for a sweater deep in the back of his closet, you stumble across a torso sex doll— which makes you realise he really is perverted, thinking about the tall boy holding down the doll and fucking it’s tits or bouncing it in his lap had you clenching your thighs — bringing the doll to his bed to have your own fun.

getting totally lost in the moment, you don’t notice rafe arrive home — too busy grinding your messy cunt on the toys fake one, tits pressing together as you whine, thinking about all the times rafe must have rut into it instead of you, potentially thinking of you. he can’t believe what he’s seeing, but humiliation gets the better of him and in a second he’s got you flipped off the toy and onto your back, a hand round your neck.

he’s sweating, because what the fuck — all red in the face as his eyes dart between you and the toy.

“where the fuck did you find this? what are you—”

“i’m sorry, rafe… just horny, wanted to play with your toy…” you bat your glassy eyes at him. he runs a hand through his hair, but then instantly gets to unbuckling his belt.

“shit…”

don’t think it goes unpunished though, the boy standing beside the bed with you laying on your front on top of the toy, legs spread and hole presented for him all whilst he slides his cock into the doll instead, fucking the lubed up hole as you whine, trying to hump back against him — glossy folds printing against his abdomen with each roll of his hips.

“yeah, s’what you fuckin’ get for snooping around. you want this dick? you better work for it, or better yet — get your own fuckin’ toys. not sharin’ you with a bunch of plastic.”

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Hook. Line. Sinker.

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Glamour Model!Reader

Read Part 2 here

Moodboard for this chapter here.

Author’s Note: I could not get this idea out of my head since I sent it in to @bunnyrafe. So I decided to create my own little universe about it. Imagine playboy is still big and making magazines + social media post. (w/o all the dark history.) It’s canon reader has a boob job bc yk Playboy. But I made her non-descriptive as possible. Season 1 Rafe.

Tw: Stalking, Emotional Cheating (by Tooper), Objectification/Sexualization, slight non-descriptive smut, Canon-Rafe, eventual smut.

Rafe thanks whatever higher power decided to make sure he was at this exact location at this exact time. Almost feeling like he needs to thank God for guiding him here or some shit.

His curiosity peaked when he was driving down the one way road near the cut. His eyes going immediately to the ropes blocking off and a sign stating “Closed,” on one of the prettiest parts of the beach. Pfft, nothing’s ever private for the self-crowned King of Kildare. So Rafe does what comes natural to him; he inserts his nose in business that has nothing to do with him, with an arrogance that states it’s his right to know and parks his freshly-washed truck. Immediately sneaking under the ropes and walking a short distance until he sees something that for once in a long, long while. Leaves him struck.

He’s watching from afar as a crew sets up various reflectors. There’s slight chaos, people buzzing around and setting up. A photographer adjusting the lens on his camera. Women decked in casual clothing, going through a rack with various pieces of barely-there lingerie and bikinis.

But that’s not what catches Rafe’s attention.

It’s her.

There she’s sat in a pink directors chair. Her hair in a pretty blowout, flowing long behind her with the beach breeze. Her pretty legs peeking out from the white robe wrapped around her. Smooth and glowing, stretching down to pretty manicured toes. Makeup artist buzz around her, adding finishing touches to her flawless face, slathering gloss against plump, pouty lips and adjusting the tousled loose curls flowing around her gorgeous face.

Even from afar Rafe can see the long, wispy lashes adorning pretty eyes, staring up at the woman standing over her, brushing a makeup brush lightly over the smooth skin of her face.

He knows who she is, he knows exactly who she is. She’s been the figment in his imagination whenever he’s desperate and withering, stroking himself. Eyes shut tightly imagining her perfect figure withering under him or staring harshly at his phone screen at the skimpy photo she’s posing for.

He’d never in his life imagine he’d be standing right in front of his biggest fantasy. Albeit from afar, but so close. He feels like a creep, like a peeping tom lurking on what he knows is going to be another one of the various, scandalous shoots she’s so famous for. He can’t help it, even with all the chaos surrounding her he’s zoned in on her and her only.

When she stands up, the white fluffy robe falling erotically off her shoulder, exposing more of her smooth skin, it has him huffing deeply out of his nose. His eyes zoned in on her behind his wayfarers, hand slightly clenching.

It’s when she begins untying the lose knot on the straps of her robe that his him tensing up the most. The smooth skin of her back being revealed down to her pert, plump butt and slim thighs. He feels like he’s dreaming, almost like he wants to pinch himself to make sure he’s not dreaming. But the blaring heat of the sun, the sweat dripping down his tan forehead, making his shirt stick to his back and the painful ache of his stiffened cock brings him back to reality.

She hands the robe to the woman next to her, throwing her tousled curls behind her back. Her back is still facing him but when she turns around … that’s when Rafe really feels like he’s died and gone straight to erotic heaven. He runs his gaze down the entirety of the beach goddess standing right in front of him. His slightly clenched fist now turning white at the knuckles and blunt nails digging into his palm.

He runs his eyes over her perfect, incredibly busty perky tits and perfect upturned nipples. Down to her smooth, flat stomach which pinches in perfectly at the waist and rounds out to beautiful hips he wants to grip into and leave bruised. Her skin glowing, flawless. Slathered in some kind of oil or lotion, making her glisten exquisitely under the North Carolina sun.

But it’s when he sees the perfect V sat inbetween her slightly muscular, yet plush thighs that he lets out a deep heavy groan. The perfectly groomed landing strip waxed there teasing him and making him want to feel it tickle his nose as he buries his face into the most perfect cunt he’s seen in his life.

She’s looking down at her stomach, smoothing her pretty hands over it and then flipping her head back adjusting her hair with both hands, eyes closed. It’s like she knows he’s right there and like she’s putting on a show for him and he revels in it.

He watches as she turns back around and prances confidently forward, walking on the tips of her french-tipped toes slightly kicking the sand. Walking toward the shore and dipping her toes in it.

“Alright everybody! Let’s get this going!” Shouts the older man with frosted tips, dressed flamboyantly. An enthusiastic smile on his slightly wrinkled face.

Rafe watches as men on the crew adjust the reflectors, and he especially watches as his dream girl faces the crowd once behind her. And all he can wonder is how she can feel so comfortable standing so bare in front of so many people. Her hands coming to her pretty hips, cocking them to one side as she digs her french-tipped nails into her smooth-tanned skin.

Rafe gets closer and ducks behind one of the various palms trees hiding his tall figure, needing to get a closer look and hear whatever the fuck they’re talking about.

“Okay y/n, we’re gonna do a couple prints with the blowout and then a good few in the water with your hair slicked back. Sound good?” states, who he’s positive by now is, the photographer.

“Yeah. Sounds good.” she replies back, light and airy with a sweet giggle. Fuck, even though he can barely hear what’s going on just the cadence of the way she speaks sends his nerves into overdrive.

“Perfect.” chips the photographer, “Let’s get a roll on it while the sun is still out.”

Rafe stays there the entire time. The ache in his cock growing bigger, his chest tightened and body tense watching her maneuver herself into various poses. And in his sick mind he feels as if she’s posing for him, and him only. Teasing him with that perfect body and flawless face, seductively bending and prancing around as various clicks and murmurs of praise clamor near.

It’s when the sun starts bleeding into the ocean like lovers reuniting and leaving a warm orange haze across the beach as the photographer shouts “aaaanddd that’s a wrap!” that Rafe realizes he’s been there the entire time. His once neat and primped, plaid button up now soaked through with sweat.

“You did great! I think this is one of your best editorials yet! Absolutely stunning my dear, as always.” praises the flamboyant man as he embraces the now covered model, giving her a slight squeeze and she returns his affections with a warm smile on her face.

“It’s always the best time working with you Stephen, you make it great.” she quips genuinely. Pretty lips turning up on a sweet smile.

“Nonsense, you make my job easy being as perfect as you are. My star! Now get some rest, you’ve earned it. And maybe visit around the Island, I know you love places like this.” He pinches her smooth cheek endearingly.

“Maybe! We’ll see. Goodnight everyone thank you!”

Various voices shouting “goodnight y/n” and “be safe,” reply back. As if he would let anything happen to his precious gift, thinks Rafe.

The beach princess of his dreams now changed into a baby pink, ‘Juciy’ velour jumpsuit and light-brown uggs. Her drying hair clipped back in a light pink claw clip, walking her way up the designated path back to the main road.

Rafe jumps into action, making it back quickly to his truck and speeding out of there before anyone catches him. Debating if he should have followed her to make sure she got back to wherever she’s staying safely. But his cock was so hard it was almost painful. He needed to get home. Driving all the way with only one thought in his mind. Her.

That night, Rafe fist his cock till he can’t anymore under the shower head until the once hot water turns freezing cold. His eyes shut tightly replaying the events he’ll forever have ingrained into his mind, from earlier.

And once he finishes up and steps out of the shower, drying himself off and staring at himself in the mirror. He’s only got one thought in his head. His methodical brain going into overdrive with plots. That no matter what it takes, she’ll be his. Under his thumb, and he’ll never let her go. Ever.

“Did you hear who’s on the island? Everyone’s talking about it man.” quips Topper straightening himself quickly with excitement. The country club is lively, Kooks in every corner and constant murmurs of conversation all around.

“Hell yeah! I’ve been dying to see her, I want to know if she’s as sexy in real life as she is in pictures and on social media.” states Kelce, fully catching onto Topper’s direction of conversation with the same enthusiasm.

She is. Thinks Rafe, knowing exactly who they’re talking about. His stomach filling with that possessiveness he’s so well-known for. His eyes glaring at his friends behind his shades, who talk animatedly about you. He catches slight statements of “she’s the ultimate wet dream” and “i’d do anything for just one night,” as his ears ring with brewing rage.

Ha! He thinks. He’d bash their heads in before they even got near you. His perverted mind already convincing himself that you belong solely to him. And he’s not letting his grip loose.

“Aren’t you dating my sister, bro?” drawls Rafe in his deep, nasally cadence. His legs spread wide as he leans back confidently with his arms over the chairs handles. His demeanor threatening and protective. The boys assuming over Sarah, but in his mind it’s because they’re speaking about his woman.

“Yeah-I mean-c’mon man this is Y/N Y/LN we’re talking about. She’s like the ultimate sex symbol and besides she’s basically famous. We probably won’t see her, let a man drea-holy shit.” Topper’s eyes widen comically, staring straight behind Rafe as Kelce turns in the same direction, jaw dropping slightly and body sitting forward quickly. Eyes bulging in the same comedic manner as Topper.

Rafe’s brows furrow as he watches people in his line of vision all turn in the same direction, eyes of lust, shock, curiosity and even envy from the various men and women around. And when Rafe tilts his head to the side, eyeing whatever is behind him from his peripheral vision that has people, including his friends so starstruck, does he see the girl who’s been invading his mind since yesterday.

There she is. In the prettiest, skimpiest little off-white sundress. Her statuesque figure shown off by the scrap of clothing and contrasting perfectly against her skin-tone. Her skin is glowing just like it was yesterday, stunning legs on display and her pretty feet sitting beautifully in clear platform mules. Shiny hair pinned up in a messy up-do with wispy hairs framing her face beautifully. Big squared glasses perched on her perfect nose and a small smile on her luscious lips as she listens to- is that fucking Sarah?

People’s eyes follow his sister and his future woman as they make their way over to the table resided by the 3 boys. Men and women’s eyes lowering down to her backside and he can only imagine what they’re leering at if the shortness in the front of her dress is any indicator for the length in the back. All the attention quickly dividing elsewhere when Sarah reaches them and speaks up.

“Hey guys!” says his sister enthusiastically as she catches them in her line of sight, immediately reaching back and holding her hand out to guide you along with her. “This is y/n. I met her at the market.” Idiot, thinks Rafe. Why would Sarah think they’d need to be introduced to someone that even his own Dad, has admitted to finding attractive. Rafe shudders at the thought.

Both Kelce and Topper shoot straight up, hands sticking out cheerfully shouting out overlapping “Hi’s” wearing smiles so big it looks like their cheeks hurt. Idiots, thinks Rafe. Why would they make it so obvious? Especially Topper in front of Sarah?

“Hi…” the model says shyly, reaching her hand out and placing it delicately in Topper’s. Giving him a warm smile. “It’s so nice to meet you.”

“This is my boyfriend Topper, who by the way is a big fan!” says Sarah gives Topper a playful eye roll and smug smile, to which he bashfully looks to the side with a cough to clear his throat, cheeks reddening. “This is Kelce, and this,” Sarah turns to point “is my brother Rafe,” to a still-sitting Rafe. Who now rises slowly, shades hiding his pretty cobalt eyes. He stands to full height, towering over the 4 of you and inching a bit closer to you, taking off his glasses as he hangs them on the collar of his white polo.

When y/n turns to look at him, it’s like something struck in both of them. Rafe already felt someway, he stalked her all day yesterday for fucks-sake! But being near her is making his body and mind go haywire. He watches as she pulls her glasses off, exposing those pretty eyes and long wispy lashes. Perching them on her head.

When y/n looks at him though, her breath stops and she’s looking at him with a love-struck look that has Rafe smirking. Hook.

“Hello,” drawls Rafe, his voice deep and nasally, reaching his hand out, “nice to meet you.” He says with the same smug smirk sat on his pretty face. He watches as she places her delicate hand in his palm, beautiful eyes still stuck on him and now locking with his piercing ones. He brings her small hand up to his lips, holding eye contact and pressing a small kiss to her knuckles. Taking in the creamy, vanilla scent radiating off of her and smooth skin of her palm.

“Hiiii..” she whispers, airy voice as light as ever. Eyes still stuck on him in a daze and glazed over with… is that lust? Rafe convinces himself it is, and he’s almost sure it is. Only deepening his para social infatuation with her. “It’s nice to meet you ..Rafe.” He swears he can drop dead right there, hearing his name roll off her tongue in that pretty voice he imagined moaning into his ear all night.

“Ahem!” Sarah clears her throat inquisitively. Breaking the veil that lifted over the both of them for that single moment, like two lovers destined to meet. Topper and Kelce watching the interaction with wide eyes. “Well, now that you’ve got acquainted with a couple people around here and have pretty much seen all there is to this area, that’s interesting anyway. How about we go down to the Outer Ban-“

“No.” quips Rafe sternly. Voice firm. Leaving no room for argument with just a single word. His eyes cutting deeply into Sarah, whose face now scrunches with defensive attitude, “what is your problem?” she bites back.

The two boys still watching with wide eyes, but glancing over unabashedly at the model whose eyes are still focused on the man who’s got heat building between her thighs very quickly. And her heart pounding in her chest.

“You wanna take her to the Cut? Around those filthy fucking pogues?” bites back Rafe with the same animosity, inching forward threateningly as if daring Sarah. As if she ever gave a fuck what her brother thought. “Yeah.” she bites back firmly, “And what? She did a photoshoot there just last night.” Oh, I know. “She wants to see the area outside of working, besides I’m her tour guide and I promised to show her the whole island and that’s what I’m gonna do.” scoffs Sarah, rolling her eyes at her brother’s ingrained dominance.

“Nah. You’re not.” quips back Rafe, arrogance radiating off of his big and tall frame. “Nah, you know what. I’ll take it upon myself to show this sweet little princess around, if she wants to see the Cut or play in the water it’s better she’s with someone who can take care of her. Protect her from those fucking weirdos you like so much. Like me.” says Rafe with that smug smile on his face that Sarah wants to smack off 100% of the time. “Who do you even think you are-“

“So you wanna see the Outer Banks, beautiful? How about I show you around?” He cuts off Sarah, ignoring the anger radiating off of her as he turns his full attention to his proclaimed little princess. Who had been watching the whole time, struck by the sexy man who she now knows as Sarah’s brother and who’s got her inner thighs squeezing together and slick. His causal dominance over her, making her head hazy, and stomach flip.

Line.

Sarah, Topper and Kelce stand stunned by Rafe’s casual display of dominance but more-so by the fact that they can see that she liked it. A flirty giggle falling from her lips as she nods her head quickly. Leaning her body into him. Rafe smiles at the sweet sound, throwing his arm over her shoulders and turning his back to his sister and friends. Completely over-taking her attention and asserting his claim. She immediately nuzzles into his side, her arm wrapping around his waist and giving Rafe her undivided attention as she looks up at him with doe-eyes hanging onto every word that falls from his pretty pink lips.

“Yeah? You Like that?” He brings his other hand to pinch her chin, then giving it a slight knock with his index finger as he smirks down at her. “You stick with me and I’ll show you exactly everything you’ve been missing and whatever you want to see. I’ll take such good care of you, princess. Don’t worry.”

Sinker.

Read Part 2 here.

a/n: phew! he’s so dreamy ugh! I hope you all enjoy!